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Hello. Can you write Dark!Thranduil and a plus size female reader ? Please.

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Dark!Thranduil x human!plus size reader

She was unique, she was beautiful, she was soft and by the gods, she would be his

Warnings: DARK FIC, kidnapping, forced marriage, obsession, mentions of death, magic, manipulation, no use of y/n, drugging

WC: 1.1k

A/N: Title means kept woman

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It was certainly curious, a woman among the group of dwarves his guards had brought him- and a human woman at that. She stood out from the group like a sore thumb, yet she fit in with them all the same. They crowded around her legs as if to shield her from his gaze, to protect her from whatever he had in store for the trespassers.

“How fascinating, a woman in your midst. Tell me, king under the mountain, is she your bed warmer or just a lost creature you took pity on?” He sat forward on his throne of knotted wood, his crystal blue eyes focused on her, taking in every inch of her face. She showed no fear, nor any offence to his crudeness. The king smirked, she would do well.

The dwarves around her exploded, each attempting to insult him in not only the common tongue but in their native language as well. He paid them no mind, letting his gaze drift down to her body. She was at least modest, a large white shirt and dark trousers hid her away, disguising her curves quite well but he could still see the bulge of her hips and the softness of her stomach.

She was unlike any woman he had encountered before. Her eyes held the fire of a warrior, her hands were as stable as a healer’s, and the protective stance of a mother. “Take them away, but leave the girl. I believe she will tell us what we wish to know.” He spoke over their shoats, ignoring the way that they all reached for her as if their pathetic efforts could somehow save her.

Her fingers curled into her palm but otherwise gave him no reaction to suddenly being isolated. Gracefully, he stood to his full height, easily towering over the woman, casting a dark shadow over her as he approached. “Why do you travel with such… filth?” He crooned.

“I was hired to do so.” She answered simply, her voice strong. It carried through the throne room like a lone instrument in a concert hall and settled into his bones, marking them with the melodic tones of her words. A fire began to grow in his loins.

He took a step closer, she did not flinch. “I could offer you a place here, in my court. Certainly your skills and your beauty would be of more value here than on some fruitless journey that will only end in death.” As he drew closer, more of her perfect imperfections became clearer- her moles and birthmarks, scars and blemishes, but to him, they were simply an extra detail in the statuesque flawlessness of her figure.

“If it ends in death, then that will be how I die.” She retorted, lifting her head to meet his gaze once more as he was now only arm’s distance away. “I am human, death is not unknown to us.”

The side of Thranduil’s face burned with rage, reminding him of what he had lost to death all those many years ago. But that defiance, that drive so similar to that of his late wife, soothed the burn. “There are ways to cheat death, even for a human. But for now, it is my wish that you remain here until I decide how your quest shall continue.” With a flick of his slender wrist, he summoned two more guards.

They stood either side of her and began to lead her away. “You cannot stop fate, your highness.” She called, making him pause. The doors slammed closed behind her, leaving the great elven king to his thoughts.

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“I’m glad you joined me for dinner tonight.” He remarks while knowing that she had no choice. The Battle of The Five Armies had concluded months ago, Erebore was free and peace had finally settled over the land, yet Thranduil was still in the midst of his own war.

She refused his love. Isolating herself in the rooms he had so graciously given her, throwing away the luxurious food prepared fresh each day, even attempting to enact various escape attempts, but that had slowed significantly when she was moved to his own chambers and could be restrained each night in his arms.

Her silence irked him but he allowed it. “I wish that you would gain back some weight before the wedding.” She glared in response, merely sipping at her wine with her one free hand, the other bound to the ornate seat she was forced into. 

He sighed through his nose, hiding a smirk behind his own goblet. Her eyes fluttered shut as she drank the expensive liquor, savouring the sweet taste, unknowing that it was not the wine itself that gave the dark liquid its flavour. 

“Meletril.” (lover) He tuts, rising from his own chair to round the table. “Your hair is a mess. Let me fix it for you.” She was stiff as his slender fingers began to pick at her hair, delicately moving large strands into several braids. He worked quickly, the patterns and movements now an unconscious practice even if he had not practised in almost 1000 years.

“There, now I can properly see your pretty face.” His right hand cupped her full cheek, guiding her face upwards to him. Her eyes were now glassy, the potion he had snuck into her drink beginning to affect her, but her fire was still there, just existing as an ember now.

“This will not last, I will perish sooner or later and you will be left alone again.” She hissed, the bite in her tone significantly dulled. Yet Thranduil smiled and brushed her soft skin with his thumb before retreating back to his seat.

“Thorin sends his well-wishes, he is very excited about the wedding. And your little friend, what was his name, oh right! Bilbo, he will be journeying from the Shire with his nephew to attend.” Her nostrils flared with rage.

“Just kill me already! I am of no use to you other than a pet!” She cried, though her voice was beginning to slur as the magic took hold of her. 

The elven king slammed his hand on the table, immediately silencing her. “Enough! I have had enough of your silly rebellions and cruel words. You will be my wife simply because I love you. So no more silly speak of you being a pet, you are my equal, my queen but you obviously need to be reminded of your place. You are to never leave my side, death will not take you, I have made sure of that. Now eat.” Her eyes were now wide with panic, the truth finally settling in.

“What have you done?” Her skin began to glow as the transformation began. The king watched as all the indicators of her age were wiped away, the smile lines, the bags beneath her eyes, even scarring from the blemishes of puberty. She was ethereal, eternal now, just like him.

“I have changed your fate.”

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Hiii, thanks for opening requests! I'd love something NSFW with human!Reader x Feanor or Thranduil plus ❛ do not be afraid, little one. i will not hurt you. ❜ 

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notes: (I went for Fëanor bc this was my first request for him) ok so Fëanor meeting a human would be canonically impossible so here's my AU where Fëanor lives and Nerdanel has mysteriously passed away for convenience purposes AHAHA (I absolutely adore her though, don't get me wrong). I feel like he was quite OOC in this but I hope that the plot explains his behaviour was because he doesn't want to frighten off his only resource for understanding this 'strange race of mortals' lol. Perhaps I'm being too critical of myself and you all will enjoy this either way

pairing: Fëanor x Reader

word count: 5.8k

warnings: NSFW content, loss of virginity, vaginal fingering, oral (fem receiving), size kink, hand kink (blink and you'll miss it), hair pulling

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Do not be afraid, little one. I will not hurt you

You had travelled outside the borders of Brethil for yet another hunt, wanting to escape from everyone and everything for a little while, to simply be outdoors. Your parents had been talking of arranging a marriage for you for years now but as of late they seemed to be taking it very seriously and had arranged meetings for you with two suitors, both of which you turned down. You didn’t want to marry, not anytime soon, anyway. You felt that it would restrict you to a home full of children that you would never be able to get a break from, that you would be torn from the freedom and peace that you found in the outdoors, from the success and productivity you felt when you returned home with good game. You didn’t want to say goodbye to that forever, not when you had so much time for it left. Marrying was not yet necessary. 

You knew that you were pushing the borders of Caranthir’s realm by now. You had seen the maps but knew little of their history: the more you stayed out, the less people knew you, the less suitors came knocking on the door. All you needed to know was how not to get lost, not who drew the borders. 

You had set up camp for the night, a small shelter of branches, your bedroll and a small campfire while your tools were laid out beside you. Making arrows had once been an activity that you did at home, but with your parents’ constant nagging to get married, you found that this too would be done outdoors, not wanting to spend long in the house at all. You were sanding down the shafts of a few new arrows to assure that they were straight, holding it up to your eye every now and then and using the light from the fire to determine whether or not you had got all the kinks out. You began measuring out where the feathers would need to be placed when a scent hit your nose. It smelled fresh, not earthy but floral and clean. Someone was out here with you and they were far too close for comfort. 

You knocked one of your finished arrows and leapt to your feet, peering around in the darkness. 

“Easy, I wish you no harm.” You spun around and found yourself having to raise your arm significantly just to aim at his head. He was tall. His hair was long and dark and he was beautiful, his pointed ears telling you that he was not of your kind. The look of distrust must have burned like wildfire on your face for this elf, who was very clearly much larger and stronger than you, to put his hands up in a gesture of peace. You lowered your bow. 

“I thought elves had lighter hair.” You spoke, wanting to try and provoke any ill behaviour now before he could have the chance to catch you off guard. 

“I am no Sinda.” He replied simply and you pursed your lips, thinking back to some of the soldiers of King Thingol that you had encountered on your hunts. 

“Then you must be the other sort of elf, the one which the Sindar do not like.” There was a look of both annoyance and amusement on his face. You wondered if he was trying to be patient with you. You hoped to wear any facade of his thin. 

“You would be right, many of the Sindar would see the Noldor gone from these lands.” 

“So I’ve heard.” You returned to sit on your bed roll, picking up your charcoal to continue marking out your arrows. 

“It is rare that I see hunting parties of mortals in my son’s lands.” Your eyes flickered back up to him at that. His son? But if his son was one of the Princes that ruled over a realm of Beleriand, wouldn’t that make him a King? A part of you now wished that you had studied the history of those maps. 

“We don’t usually go so far into these borders but have decided to extend our trip a little longer.” 

“And where is the rest of your party, might I ask?” You paused for a moment before slotting your arrow into the stand, picking up the clamped feathers and applying the adhesive. 

“Around.” You replied, pushing it towards the fire to allow it to set faster, “I’m not the most sociable person.” There was an edge to his voice that told him to go away, that you didn’t like how he was trying to figure out if you were alone out here. 

“I have little interest in tormenting you, mortal. In any other case, I would have begun the moment I saw you simply because I pleased.” 

“You could attack me at any moment, should it please you. How comforting.” You quipped and he frowned. 

“You are very distrustful.” He noted. 

“I am a mortal woman, it comes naturally. I distrust what could kill me and I distrust men – the two are often synonymous.” 

“So you prefer to seclude yourself?” 

“Oh, would you stop being so observant for five minutes while I try to figure you out?” You asked as you plucked up one of the arrows that had already been cut and feathered, beginning to taper off its end by curling a sharpener around it. 

“What have you figured out, little mortal?” He seemed smug now and it only made you shoot him a glare. 

“You’re a Noldor which means you come from the west, from what I’ve heard the Sindar elves say. You referred to this as your son’s lands and I am aware that it is Noldor Princes that rule over the realms which Beleriand has been cut up into, which would mean you must have some claim to the title of King. For a King to be talking to a lone hunter, you must either be worried that I’m actually some scout or you’re just a curious being and I should inform you that the former would be an incorrect assumption. I serve no one.” You gave a pause, “Except for my parents at dinner on the occasion that I’m home.” There. Now he knew that there would be people to look for you should you not return. 

“And why are you only home on occasion?” You frowned that he neither confirmed nor denied any of your observations and you set the arrow down in your lap, looking back up at him as he had now seated himself on the other side of the fire, legs stretched out as he rested on his side, propped up on an elbow. A very relaxed position, not an ideal one to attack from. 

“New arrangement: you answer one of my questions and I repay you by answering yours, deal?” His eyes twitched. 

“You mortals are very fond of bargains.”

“You elves are very good at alluding direct answers.” You threw back and he laughed lowly for a moment. 

“We have a deal.” 

“So, do you have a claim to the title of King?” You asked. 

“I do. But courtly matters are not my concern. I have other priorities.” You would ask about those later, “Why do you return home only on occasion?” 

“My parents want me to marry. I don’t fancy being cooped up in an overrun house like a bloody chicken.” You replied. You could see the question in his eyes already. “What are your other priorities?” 

“Someone has stolen three gems that I fashioned. They are mine, crafted from light before the sun or moon and I will see them returned to me.” A dark look shadowed his face and you had to both ponder that and the fact that gems could be made. You had only ever heard of them being found in the ground or in fresh landslides: you had found some pretty chunks of quartz that way. “Why does marriage not appeal to you?” 

“I am young and feel at peace in the outdoors. My life is short enough as it is and I will not waste it being trapped in a house. I’ll breach a hill or cliff face on my hikes and to see the green valley outstretched beneath me, forests in the distance, the mountains scraping against the sky. I come across blacksmiths or architects and I know that I would never have the opportunity to learn the beauty of such crafts if I were to be a housewife while my husband works… I know that I’ll never get to see and learn it all so it would be stupid to waste a single opportunity.” 

“You have an adventurous spirit.” 

“And I would need someone equally as adventurous for me to wish to marry him. That sort is few and far between where I come from and all as elusive as I.” You felt a weight on your chest as you thought over the inevitability of your fate. You would not abandon your family nor did you wish to abandon your freedom. You simply wanted more time but that was the one thing not provided to your race. “You said that you fashioned these gems.” You changed the subject as it began to grow heavy, “I was unaware that such a thing was possible, I was under the belief that they had to be found.” A large smile pulled at his lips and he sat up a little more as he began to explain the craft to you. 

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You had learned much from the Ňoldo elf that night, even earning an invite to his son’s residence on the shore of Lake Helevorn. Fëanor had held mortals with little regard beforehand. He had heard of Lady Haleth and her people from his fourth son but had been absent during the battle. You were a chance to understand the mortal world a little more, a world living right on the doorstep of some of his sons’ realms. 

Many months passed and you finally found yourself feeling at peace indoors. As you taught Fëanor of the human world, the two of you had begun making trips to the forges together and he had helped you to craft your own knife. You noticed how his question had turned from more general ones of your race to questions more specifically about you and you came to see from his interactions with those around him that he showed you a lot more patience than what seemed to be normal for him. You assumed it was because you were currently his only resource for all the inquiries he had to your race. 

Though, the atmosphere between you two had changed when you announced that you would be returning home at the end of the week. This was the longest you had stayed from home without a word to your parents and you knew that they would be worried sick by the time you returned. Tonight would be the final night that you slept in the guestroom of Caranthir’s that had been given to you. You planned to leave after breakfast the following morning. 

“You have been wonderful company and an equally wonderful student.” Fëanor spoke that evening in the forges as you watched him set what would be a sword to cool. 

“What? Even when I first laid eyes on you and tried to shoot you in the face?” You questioned with a mischievous grin tugging at your lips. He looked up at you with a glare and it only made you smile more at knowing he would allow you to tempt his patience like this. 

“You were wonderful company once you let me get past the trust issues.” He grinned and you scowled at him in return, though your eyes lingered over that smile of his, over his lips. 

You had been getting thoughts of this nature about him for a few weeks now but had thought better against acting upon them. You two came from very different words: he was much older than you, of a race that never fell to illness or age, a father and widow. You were more than sure that offering yourself to him in any carnal manner would only serve to offend him. You swallowed and tore your gaze away from those lips that looked so soft. 

“I hope to return here one day, should I be welcome to.” You spoke up before continuing to lighten the mood: “Even if I’m running away from a ceremony in a wedding dress.” 

“You will be welcome, no matter which is my sons’ realms I am in, Caranthir will open his doors to you, I know.” There was a pause, “Do you truly feel that your parents would lure you into a marriage without telling you?” 

“I’m almost without a doubt, especially after being away for so long without a word.” You shrugged, glancing into the flames of the forge and watching the fire lick at the air, dancing. A long sigh left your lungs. “It’s almost enough to make me not want to go back at all. But they’re my family and I love them. They want the best for me but cannot seem to see that we have very different ideas of what that is.” There was silence for a moment. “You are a father. What would you do in my parents’ shoes?” He took in a deep breath and stepped closer to the forge that he was leaning over with his hands, body rising up a little as he looked at you sitting on the nearby stool. 

“I have no daughters, as you know.” He began, “But, from what you’ve told me of how your people work, marriage is a chance for a woman to be provided for. I can understand why your parents want to see you have that stability, I would want it for my own daughter were I to have one. However, you strike me as an outlier, much like the woman who led your people to Brethil. You can provide for yourself and that, I would take as evidence that you can decide what is best for you.” You pursed your lips as you pondered over his words with a nod of your head. Perhaps you would just need to make a big display of the fact that you could provide for yourself to prove to your parents that they did not need to marry you off. 

Your eyes skimmed form the forge to the ellon’s hands as they curled around the edge of the stone workbench, watching the metal cool. He had beautiful hands, without a doubt. He had removed his rings while he was working but his hands looked powerful, lightly calloused from his profession but not in the same way you had seen of human blacksmiths. The tendons in the back of his palms were pronounced and veins snaked up his forearms. For a moment, you pictured how they would feel pressing against your skin. 

“Would you like to see?” One of those hands beckoned you closer and your head was momentarily snapped from the depths of the gutter that such a movement sent your mind to. You nodded your head, willing your blush away to no prevail, and approached the workbench. His hands glided through the air above the hot metal as he began to explain this phase of the crafting process to you. You were eager to listen to his voice, the passion as he explained his craft to you. He had a soothing voice: deep but not gravelly, like low chords in a harmony. So many things about you seemed to lure you in and you found it difficult to blame yourself, having yet to find an unattractive elf. 

You ended up listening to his voice more than his words and a new thought struck you: what if your parents couldn’t marry you off because you had already been taken by another? Sure, the idea of making a big show of how you could provide for yourself might work but this was bound to. You could think of none other that you would want to have as a first, surely he must be beyond skilled to have borne seven children, but then you drifted back to the belief that he may take offence should you offer yourself in such a way. Did you really plan to do such a thing or was this some strange way of making your fantasy seem more realistic? 

“Where’s your mind, little mortal?” He quizzed and your heart faltered at being caught not paying attention. 

“Weddings, unfortunately.” You skirted around the heart of the truth, “As much as I miss my family, I truly am dreading going back for that reason.” 

“And you have an idea for avoiding such a thing?” Hesitation. 

“No.” Another pause, too deliberate, “Only your earlier suggestion.” He leaned down over the bench that stood between the two of you, grey-blue eyes narrowing as the dark hair at his temples fell over his shoulders. He smiled minutely at what he found, whatever that may be, you were unsure unless he were a mind-reader. 

“You have an idea.” There was a smug tone to his voice, a knowing one. You prayed that it was only because he knew you were hiding something and not because he knew what you were hiding. 

“It’s… impractical.” You attempted to dismiss the subject with a wave of your hand. 

“It’s carnal.” He replied and your eyes burst open wide before your brows furrowed, how could he have possibly known?! “You’ve become easy to read – and there are some signs that your body will express without the need for words. He rounded the bench and you found him mere paces away, towering over you, “Your skin flushes…” His knuckled grazing against the back of your cheek, “Your eyes dilate…” His hand trailing down as his voice dropped to almost a whisper, “Your breathing quickens…” Fingers skimming over your collarbones with how you had loosened the ties on your blouse to withstand the heat of the forge. Your face felt as though it were on fire. 

You knew of sex but had no experience in it whatsoever; beyond women’s gossip and what you had seen of animals you knew very little so feeling a widowed ellon’s hands on your skin made you feel dull in comparison to what his skills must hold. 

Your breath came out in a nervous, shuddered sigh and you closed your eyes for a moment to try and ease your embarrassment at being caught thinking of him in such a way, knowing he would soon demand to know just what had possessed your mind. 

“If I have been… taken by another, it will make it very difficult, almost impossible, for my parents to find a willing suitor. It will only urge them to believe that I can provide for myself.” 

“And you wish to be taken by me?” Those fingers you had just been admiring were now absentmindedly tracing up and down the pulse of your neck. 

“There is none other I can think…” Words became lost to you as his thumb swiped across your lower lip and gently pulled down on it, noting how his eyes had become lidded. 

“May I touch you?” His voice grew quieter with the question. 

“Please.” Was all you could think of in response with a minute nod of your head. His hands were quick to land on the sides of your ribcage, tracing the curves of your body down to your hips and reaching even further down to hoist you up by your thighs, fingertips digging into the softness of your flesh there with a light groan. You let out a gasp and wrapped your arms around his neck for support, unable to resist caressing some of his soft, dark hair between your fingers. 

His nose brushed against yours as he set you down on a different workbench, lips grazing yours in an almost-not-there touch for a moment before his lips crashed to yours and you couldn’t help the small moan that fell from your throat as you tangled your fingers in his hair, feeling his hands run firmly from your thighs, over your waist and back down. His tongue swiped against your lips and you realised that you were trembling with excitement as he pulled your body even closer to the edge of the bench, pressing you flush against his chest. You found yourself parting your legs to make room for him and his hands wandered even further up to hold you just beneath your breasts. 

“Let me in…” He whispered against your mouth and, unsure, you parted your lips, almost whining when his tongue began to explore your mouth between kisses. His lips pressed to the corner of your mouth before travelling to your jaw, making your head fall back both to allow him more access and due to the pleasure of his thumbs swiping over your hardening nipples. Lips pressed flush to your skin, you felt him suck down on the supple flesh of your neck and your hands ran from his hair down his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his shirt. 

With your hands now clutching the fabric in your fists, your mind wandered to what his body looked like under the clothing. You had seen from some of his fitted trousers that his thighs looked powerful, could tell from his shoulders and rolled up sleeves that his arms were strong. You could only imagine what his torso must look like, perhaps also marked with scars from the battles that he told you so little of – you had come to the assumption that they must have been against orcs or some dark creatures of their kind. 

“May I…?” You found it hard to voice the words as you simply tugged on the material. 

“May I remove yours in turn?” He murmured against your skin, tugging at your neckline to graze his teeth against your collarbone. You quickly nodded your head and he took a small step back, guiding your hands down to the hem of the shirt so that you could pull it over his head. You had been right in your imaginings of his body: he was muscular and covered in scars of varying sizes, you reached out to trace your fingers against the white lines before you felt his fingers against the skin of your belly and you raised your arms for him to remove your blouse. You fought the urge to cover your breasts shyly. 

His hands came up to cup the softness of your breasts, thumbs flicking over your hardened nipples and you, in turn, ran your hands over the hills of his abs, his skin rather soft other than any scar tissue that you skimmed over. He reached a hand behind you to help ease you to lay back, his palm pressing up slightly to guide your back into an arch, his other hand continuing to tease your breast. He leaned down over you and you suddenly felt the true size difference between you, his body caging you in. 

His dark hair fell around you like a curtain as he leaned down to give you a fiery kiss that seared your skin as he trailed down to your breast, making you tangle a hand in his long hair again as his lips wrapped around one of your hardened buds and sucked down. The noise that you let out made him press his hips to yours, making you push back against him at the sweet friction it provided, even with your clothes still in the way. 

His hand and mouth switched places before both hands went down to undo the ties on your trousers. While he was doing that, you reached down to tug at the bows on the laces of your boots before kicking them off as he tugged your clothing down your legs. You looked away bashfully, turning your head to the side and covering your face with your arm as he leaned up to look down at you, utterly bare before him. A groan of approval left his lips as his hands roved over the curves of your silhouette. He was yet to be sure of whether or not this applied to all mortal women but you were certainly more curvaceous than any lithe elleth he had seen and it was beyond enticing. 

He took your soft thighs in his hands and pushed them upwards, letting them rest over his shoulders and you drew your arm back to steal a glance at him. 

“What are you doing?” You asked quietly, looking down at him where he was kissing the inside of your knee. He gently shushed you in response. 

“Do not be afraid, little one. I will not hurt you.” Fëanor had a very authoritative voice, this much you had learned from the very first time you met him and it was consistent in his character. Now, however, he was so softly spoken, as though you were an injured bird in his hands, and it made your heart soar. You trusted him. 

“I trust you.” You murmured and his lips grazed a line along the inside of your thigh until you let out a shrill gasp when his tongue lapped along the length of your slit. Your hips and legs tensed in his hold as you jerked against his mouth, feeling those powerful hands reach up to hold you down against the stone bench. Your breaths came out in pants and whimpers as he lightly sucked on your clit and then trailed down to dip his tongue into your entrance, the wet sounds of it causing your face to flush with heat. His fingers caressed your thigh, feeling how tense your muscles were. 

“Relax…” He murmured against you, “I’ve got you.” You focused on steadying out your breathing even despite how your head felt as though it were swimming, releasing some of the tension from your limbs. “Good…” He drawled out and you let out a moan as you felt one of his fingers slowly sinking into your cunt. He curled his finger upward and rotated his wrist each time he withdrew it from you, trying to find that soft spot within you. When he did find it, your head fell back with a call of his name and he continued to rub over that spot each time he pumped his finger in and out of you, all while his tongue was lapping against your clit languidly. 

When he withdrew his finger, you whined at the loss, only to moan once more at the feeling of his wet tongue against your even wetter entrance. His hand returned by sinking two fingers into you. You bit on your lip to muffle an utterly depraved moan as he sucked down on your clit while his fingers sank all the way into you.

“Come for me…” He murmured against the bundle of nerves, “Don’t hold anything back, just let yourself feel good and come for me.” You could feel the vibration of his words against you and you quickly nodded your head in compliance as his fingers set up a quick pace, drawing slick sounds from your tightening cunt. 

You reached down to tangle a hand in his hair, the other hand gripping the wrist of the arm slung over your waist, as you felt an overwhelming pleasure pool in your abdomen. Your orgasm was ultimately triggered by Fëanor adding a third finger, sweetly stretching your walls as you came. He eased you through your orgasm before withdrawing, leaning up to look over your flushed skin and heaving breasts as you came down from your high. 

“We can stop now, if you’d like.” There was a certain smug look on his face that showed he knew exactly what your answer would be. You quickly shook your head. 

“No, I need this and I want you.” Your voice came out airy and you reached down to curl a hand against his hip, glancing down to see the outline of his hardened cock under his clothing. 

“Ah, but you don’t need me too?” You shook your head again, fingers gripping him even harder. 

“No! Yes! I need you!” You exclaimed and he grinned down at you, seeming to enjoy dangling the prospect of pleasure over your head like this. He opened his mouth to tease you just a little more but all that came out was a groan as you cupped his cock and stroked through his clothing, “Please.” He leaned down over you once more and captured your lips in a passionate kiss, making you moan at being made to taste yourself in this way. His other hand was preoccupied with unlacing his apron and trousers, dropping one to the floor while the other was pushed to his thighs. Your eyes flickered downwards in an attempt to see the size of him but his fingers under your chin tilted your head back. 

“Look at me.” His characteristic authority bled into the soft voice he was using with you and you found yourself wanting to do nothing else other than what he said as you felt a pressure against your entrance. “If it becomes too much to bear, you will tell me and I will stop. I do not want to hurt you, do you understand?” You nodded your head, “You have words, use them.” The way his hand rested over your throat and his thumb sweetly caressed your jaw as he said this made heat flood through you. 

“I’ll tell you if it becomes too much.” He let out a sigh, trusting your words as the tip of his cock breached your walls. You whimpered at the stretch, reaching up to tangle one hand in his hair as the other curled around the muscle of his bicep. You pulled him in for a messy kiss to distract you from what you could only hope would soon be pleasure enough to rival what he had previously given you. His hand skimmed over your belly and you gasped at the feeling of his thumb brushing against your clit, making you bury your face into his neck with a moan. “I know…” He murmured against your skin and it only made you bring your legs up to wrap around his waist as much as you could. When he slightly withdrew his hips, you pressed your towards him, chasing him almost and gasping softly when he pushed back into your heat. 

You had only taken in about half of him but you sought more if it would mean erasing the pain that came with the stretch of taking something so big. You continued to push your hips towards him, meeting him with each shallow thrust that became longer at first and then deeper, his thumb still languidly stroking your clit. 

“More, please…” You keened when the pleasure finally outweighed the pain and he set his palm down on the stone beside you, another hand sinking into the softness of your thigh to hold your leg against his body. 

This, by far, had to be the best of all the plans you had concocted to avoid being married off if it came with enough pleasure to send your eyes rolling back like this. You tried to bring him even closer with your legs, nails raking down his arms as his hips began to snap into you. He leaned down closer to you, his arm working under your legs to hook it over his shoulder, pushing it towards your chest as his lips came down to meet yours again, nose trailing across your cheek before taking your earlobe teasingly between his teeth. 

“So tight and taking me so well…” He groaned into your ear and you revelled in having him close enough to hear all his sounds of pleasure, turning you on to no end because you knew they were all because he was buried in your cunt. “Can you come for me again? Hm?” The tone of his voice made you feel so much smaller and inexperienced than him and yet it only served to turn you on more. You nodded your head as one of your hands tangled in the softness of his dark hair. 

One of his hands cupped your breast, teasing your nipple before trailing down lower to press his palm against your lower abdomen. The pressure made you call out his name in a moan as your body seemed to tense up and relax all at once, pleasurable shivers wracking your frame as the intensity of the sensation only built up and up and you were beyond impatient to see it all crash down. 

You could do little more but call out a series of pleas, laced with his name, as you were pushed ever closer to the edge. The pleading only seemed to make him up his ante so you did your best to not let it melt into a string of nonsensical babbles as your walls spasmed around his cock as he made you come a second time, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm to the point that he pressed two fingers into you vermouth, putting pressure down on your tongue, to quieten you – you might have been alone but you were still in the forges, after all. His breath came out in a choked moan and you whined at the loss of him inside you before feeling a trickling sensation on your abdomen, glancing down to see the last of his orgasm dripping from his cock, his white cum painting your skin. 

Perhaps if you didn’t feel so exhausted, you would have been more shocked at how you had possibly just taken something so large inside of you but you could do little more than let your head fall back to the stone with a satisfied hum. He cleaned you off with your discarded panties before tugging up his trousers and tying the apron back around his waist. He eased you up and tugged his shirt down over you before you laid back down. 

“That doesn’t look very comfortable.” He noted as you brought your legs up to curl up on your side. 

“I’m used to sleeping on the ground wherever I go. It doesn’t bother me.” You mumbled in reply. When you cracked your eye open a few minutes later – feeling that your body had finally come down, feeling cooler, your lungs and heart having slowed – you were met with the very welcome sight of a shirtless Fëanor working on that sword over the workbench. With the sweet ache between your legs, you wondered if you would even be able to ride out on your journey tomorrow morning. 

It certainly wouldn’t hurt to stay just one more day. 

🏷️@clumsycopy @edensrose 

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#fëanor #fëanor x reader #fëanor x reader smut #silmarillion x reader #silmarillion smut #alternate universe #fëanor being a dilf #Kia's 1k requests event

[ao3feed-thehobbit]

𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3nwosUE

by heaven21

A compilation of one-shots from Thranduil x reader, mostly plus-size reader!!!

Words: 2408, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings (Movies), The Hobbit (Jackson Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Thranduil (Tolkien), Legolas Greenleaf

Relationships: Thranduil (Tolkien)/Reader, Thranduil (Tolkien)/You, Thranduil (Tolkien)/Plus-size reader

Additional Tags: Menstruation, Fluff, Comfort, slight nsfw

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3nwosUE

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #the hobbit

[ao3feed-tolkien]

𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/h4NpyHk

by heaven21

A compilation of one-shots from Thranduil x reader, mostly plus-size reader!!!

Words: 2408, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings (Movies), The Hobbit (Jackson Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Thranduil (Tolkien), Legolas Greenleaf

Relationships: Thranduil (Tolkien)/Reader, Thranduil (Tolkien)/You, Thranduil (Tolkien)/Plus-size reader

Additional Tags: Menstruation, Fluff, Comfort, slight nsfw

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/h4NpyHk

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Tolkien #JRR Tolkien #Tolkien works #ao3 #fan fiction

[erismerald]

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒎(Thranduil X Plus size /midsize reader)

Hey my lovely elves and hobbits, i hereby publish my first one-shot of the most wonderful king of all medieval times, as you know from my other stories, english is not my first language so i would appreciate it if you don't mind if you find any mistakes! Thank you @sharinkashaf for requesting my first One-Shot of Thranduil, and I wish you all a good read, reminding you that my requests are still open!

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: fluff, and a bit of spice in the end, but nothing explicit or nsfw, just fluff

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 4000

𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚: @sharinkashaf ♡♡

Deep inside you knew that after crossing that darkness, you would face your worst nightmare... your breathing was racing, you felt the cold sweat dripping down your face, lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice that your name echoed through the trees, it was calling you from beyond and a simple touch was enough to drag you back to reality.

You blinked your eyelids several times still trying to assimilate what was happening, until you saw the crystal clear look of Legolas, standing in front of you with his worried eye.

"Y/n? Were you listening to me? No wonder you almost got killed, you've been too distracted-" through his words you analyzed the scene in front of you, legolas was standing in front of you on top of the fresh corpse of one of the big spiders that were poisoning the forest roots, for a moment you didn't know how to react to what he had told you and a strange silence fell over you. "You've been like this ever since I said we were going to visit my homeland, is it so degrading to have to deal with elves?" he said while laughing.

"Ahm... no, I'm used to it, having to deal with you is worse, besides, every time we go there, the guards mistake me for a dwarf... you know being small and chubby doesn't help, so answering your question, no, it's not unpleasant, it's just weird, besides-" you were interrupted when you heard the sweet laughter of legolas echoing through the tree branches.

A little annoyed you took your backpack and walked forward following the path in front of you, you knew Legolas since you were 15 years old, when he was on a quest searching for a horde of Orcs that had been seen near the village where you lived, you lived only with your grandmother, but when the village was attacked, her soul was one of the many that filled the sky that night, while you were crying and mourning her death, you felt a chill hit you in the stomach like a punch, you were alone in the world, you had nowhere to go, no one to stay with. ... so you just hid from the population waiting for hunger and thirst to take your life back to the only person you knew and loved.

But those plans were ruined when a pair of hands took you gently and wrapped around you, with watery eyes, and with some difficulty you looked up and saw two sapphires staring at your eyes with sadness and relief, that was the first time you met him, since then you have been accompanying him in his travels and adventures, moving from land to land, You had dedicated yourself to books and medicine, but by the encouragement of legolas you learned to fight, because you needed to know how to defend yourself when he wasn't near you, so as much as you refused because you considered yourself too "fat" to be able to fight, you let yourself be influenced by his charisma.

The first time you visited Mirkwood you were 16 years old and it was the first time you were in his presence... King Thranduil, when his eyes landed on yours, your heart soared and you had never felt so small, his gaze was intense and his beauty incomparable, from then on you knew that your heart had chosen him to love, and that was always the problem... whenever you and legolas returned to the forests of Mirkwood to rest a little before setting off on a new adventure, you tried your best to avoid being too long in the presence of Thranduil, you knew that you could not contain yourself, as soon as his gaze crossed yours or his voice whispered your name, nothing else mattered, not a single word could leave your lips, without embarrassing yourself, without making some ridiculous or unnecessary comment, every time you found yourself in his presence you didn't know how to react, and that was a nightmare for you.

"Y/n?" You heard the voice of legolas calling you quietly, he knew... he knew that you had fallen in love with Thranduil and he had always been by your side, and he had always supported you, but no matter how hard you tried to let yourself be carried away by the wonderful feeling that warmed your chest, storms crossed your thoughts, your body, your race, your age, you felt powerless, and that was a huge insecurity for you. "It's good to visit home, you'll be quieter, I no longer have to listen to your voice all day, reciting those poems or facts you find in your books" legolas joked in an attempt to calm you down

"Well sir, if it wasn't for my intelligence, you wouldn't have made it through several fights, besides, what would you be without me massacring you with wisdom?" you replied quickly, walking over the bridge to the gate.

"You know, sometimes I appreciate you being such a pain in the ass, Mellon nin" you smiled, watching the elf enter the big gate towards the throne room, so he could talk to King Thranduil, you took a deep breath, because you already knew what was coming, you went from a friendly and chatty person to a shy and awkward person in less than seconds.

Quietly you walked behind Legolas in an attempt at his height to hide you and avoid having to deal with his father's presence directly, but that was in vain, as soon as you walked through the door your names were announced and the attempt died even before it was used.

"Returned from the far northern lands, Prince Legolas and (Y/n), have arrived"

you never felt so annoyed in your life, as they walked to the center of the room, your bodies bent in a rather unformal bow, when your head was raised again there was his gaze fixed on you again, you felt an electric shiver run down your spine, The only thing you could do was to lower your head again, feeling your cheeks burning with embarrassment, you could feel his gaze on you, and you could feel the smirk forming on his lips, finally his voice echoed through the room, making you shiver a little.

"i am glad you have finally arrived iôn nin" King Thranduil smiled a little at legolas as he walked down the stairs towards you, you felt your heart beating too hard, you were nervous, afraid that your panting breath could be heard, when you saw him to your front, your whole body adopted a reddish color, shyness invaded your being, leaving you helpless towards that crystal clear gaze, slowly you raised your face to face him, his smile grew a little as he saw the act of courage.

"I'm glad you're still here too, heryn Y/n" his voice was husky and authoritative, which made you shiver once more, you bowed your head in a respectful gesture and smiled embarrassed, when your gaze met legolas', you could see the effort he was making not to laugh, annoyed, you sighed looking away, observing the huge corridors.

"T-thank you my king" you replied tremulously, still looking for a place to hide.

"How long do you intend to spend here?" Thranduil asked curiously, still in front of you, you didn't know for sure how long you would stay there, usually you stayed for a few days to gather some supplies and rest, but they only were mere few days, this time would be no different.

"A few weeks, I'm afraid, Y/n will need to learn to fight a bit before we continue, I thought I would stay here for a few weeks to teach her, if it's not too much trouble" your blood ran cold, weeks? why should you stay for weeks, your tremulous gaze fixed on legolas who remained with a serene expression, on the other hand, your expression was terrified, staying here for a few days was sufficient, and it was hard enough trying to dodge going through the same places as his father, now weeks? you wouldn't last for weeks!

Thranduil looked at you slowly, analyzing you, trying to decipher what that head of yours was thinking, as much as he didn't want to he had gained a special affection for you, he still remembered the first time they met you were a child, trembling all over, and now you had become an amazing woman, in all the letters exchanged between him and Legolas, his son made a point of mentioning how fast your progress was and how intelligent and insecure you were, you were like a jewel waiting to be polished. When your gaze crossed with him, he could see the fear in your eyes, it was normal of you, whenever you were in his presence he could feel the terror radiating from you, and it always worried him.

"As long as heryn (Y/n) doesn't mind, you can stay as long as you need for me, I will be delighted with your presence here." Thraduil knew what he was doing, he wanted to make you comfortable, he wanted to at least be able to feel you calm down, but the opposite was the result.

A few hours had passed since the meeting in the throne room, you were pissed off with Legolas, you hated when he made decisions without asking, knowing that you would have to see Thranduil every day was exciting and scary at the same time... The rain was pouring against the large window in the palace library, you liked to go there to think, during the night it was rare to have anyone over, so you took refuge there, near the fireplace, sitting on the bench built into the window, facing the mountains. You looked at the black clouds that stood out in the darkness of the night, a storm was approaching, what you hated most were storms, the lightning, the thunder, the rain beating madly on the glass, the wind and the cold... only thing that was good for you was to be protected in that big library, where nothing could harm you.

Watching the drops of water running down the glass, you sighed, you felt ridiculous, for not being able to talk to the king, he wasn't a bad person... but your feelings for him closed your voice in a tomb, and it was hard to get out, laying the book on your thighs, you sighed once more, you felt insecure, you knew he would never look at you as a lover, your body wasn't worthy of a king, you were short, chubby Lost in your own insecurities you didn't notice the shadowy figure beside you, Thranduil walked calmly, noticing that your mind wasn't there, without wanting to scare you he coughed to call you back to reality.

Lost once again in the dark labyrinth of your thoughts, something had pulled you, you often lost track of your surroundings while in this strange trance between reality and thoughts, you looked around still a little stunned and noticed the tall elegant figure in front of you, When you finally recognized who it was, your blood froze, stopped in time, your breath sharp as a dagger, your eyes went through his body, as if in a dream, his eyes fixed on you, as if he was trying to put you in a trance, you had nowhere to run. ... but did you want to escape?

The rain beat softly, making you a little calmer, you put your hand on your chest and took a deep breath.

"I am sorry... I did not wish to frighten you, I was just passing by and saw light through the door floorboards, and decided to see who it was." Thranduil knew he was lying, minutes earlier he had asked Legolas where you were hiding, legolas didn't want to reveal that information to him as he knew how upset you were and that you needed to become mentalised that you would have to face your feelings, but his father's concern prompted the young elf. He knew that it would be good for you to finally face Thranduil. Legolas suspected that the king had also noticed your connection to him, but he kept quiet about it, not wanting to provoke any kind of bad blood between the two of you.

"N-no, you didn't scare me your majesty, I was just thinking, lost in my thoughts, forgive me if I was rude for not noticing your presence" you said almost as if it was a whisper, embarrassed and still a little hypnotized by his gaze, when a smile brushed on his lips, a warmth enveloped your body, leaving you helpless.

"Please melui Y/n, don't refer to me as your majesty, it's just you and me here" Those words made you even more nervous, as much as you didn't speak sindarin fluently, know that Melui mean sweet, and the thought of you two being the only ones in that room made you distressed.

"But your majes-" you could not finish your thought, for as your voice left your lips, thunder echoed through the mountains, making you cry out, a little, hiding your face in your knees, hugging them. Thranduil had heard that you were afraid of thunder, but he had thought it was when you were younger... slowly he sat down, at your side, taking your hand gently, you looked at him quickly, your heart was beating so fast, because of the sounds that broke the clouds in the skies, and also because of his touch, it was the first time you had felt such a delicate and yet firm touch... another flash of lightning lit up the mountains, and your body shrank in place.'

"Y/n?" Your name danced on his lips, and for a moment you felt your heart stop "are you okay?" well at that moment you were facing your two worst nightmares, being okay was not quite the feeling you were in the moment.

"I- AH!" You screamed as you saw the flash of light radiating from the heavens, it seemed so close, without realising it tears were running down your temples, making you even smaller and more vulnerable.

Thranduil's heart was breaking when he saw you so scared, he couldn't stand still, when he saw the tears running down your rosy face, he carefully wrapped you in his arms, without thinking, just wanting to protect you with his body, a feeling bloomed in his chest, a feeling that hadn't touched him for centuries, he tried to pull you into his lap, but you struggled, looking at him scared, your eyes were red and swollen from crying.

With your breath you tried to refuse, you knew you were too heavy to be in his lap, and feeling his warmth on your skin almost made you faint, you wanted more, but at the same time, you wanted to run away and never face him again.

"I can help you, to calm you down... do you trust me? " he said softly in your ear, ruffling every hair on your body, hypnotized once more you let this feeling overwhelm you, Thranduil wrapped you in his arms and pulled you to himself, he was much taller and bigger than you, on his lap you looked like a child, you felt comfortable, there, in his lap wrapped by his body feeling his warmth, while he whispered sweet nothings in sindarin, for moments the elf felt your hands wrapping him leaving him paralyzed, he delicately raised your head, with a finger on your chin, and let himself get lost in your eyes (E/c), he himself didn't want that moment to end. ... was it wrong? An elf falling in love with a human? was it wrong after so many years for him to feel love again? He knew that your time was short, but still he wanted to enjoy it, he wanted to love you, he wanted to worship you, to make you forget all the fears and insecurities that tormented your mind, he wanted to hold you in his arms forever.

"What are you doing to me?" those were his last words before his lips fell on yours, you didn't know how to react .... you were paralyzed, debating internally if this was a dream or reality, until once again you let that feeling embrace you, and kissed him back, leaving him delighted, giving him permission to continue, his hands danced on your skin, pulling you to himself, as if there was still a distance between you both, your hands wandered across his chest, while you felt the white light of thunder illuminate the atmosphere.

With difficulty,Thranduil, parted your lips, finding you in a vulnerably pleasurable state, your face even rosier, your breath panting, your lips half open, your eyes adorned by his, you were driving him crazy, but he knew he had to control himself, but his body moved on its own as he heard your sweet voice steal his name "T-Thranduil? " without thinking he removed you from his lap just so he could lay you down on that small bench, covering you with his body, the reflection of the raindrops on your skin, was leaving him amazed, how could such a wonderful and delicate creature exist, carefully he unbuttoned the first buttons of your shirt, leaving your neck exposed, kissing and leaving small marks on your skin, stealing sweet sounds from your lips, he wanted to go further but something in him made him stop.

You were too embarrassed, you still thought you were dreaming, when you felt his lips, brushing against the exposed skin of your neck you couldn't contain your voice, with your hands dancing in his platinum hair, you felt wonderful, but when you felt Thranduil trying to undo the rest of the buttons of your shirt, you pushed him away feeling insecure with your body, you didn't want him to see the body you had, the scars that adorned your skin, you didn't want him to feel disgust, and what seemed like a dream quickly turned into a living nightmare.

"N-no... please, I'm not worthy of you seeing my body, Aran nin I don't deserve such affection..." your words hurt him, what do you mean you weren't worthy? What do you mean you were not worthy of his affection? Thranduil saw the tears forming in your eyes again and felt frustrated, how could someone so beautiful be so insecure? "Aran nin my body is not worthy of your love, I'm just a human, I'm not as important, not as beautiful as you, I feel like I'm in a dream, but this is wrong..." you looked away feeling the tears wet your face, but Thranduil didn't let your cruel words get to him, he lifted you up and pulled you back into his lap, leaning your back against the cold wall of the window, he trapped you, creating a cage with his arms.

"Oh (Y/n), my sweet (Y/n), can't you see the beauty that radiates from you? How perfect you are, how mad you make me that I can't possess you here and now? Do you think I never noticed your feelings? That I've never caught myself thinking about you, and that with every letter I read about you, I find myself feeling a sensation I haven't had for centuries? Why so much hatred... why so much repulsion, when you are by far the most beautiful creature I have ever had the pleasure of seeing, if I could I would wrap you in my arms for all eternity, feeling your warmth on my skin, feeling your lips on mine, how can you say that your body is not worthy of my love, when it is I who am not worthy of having you? " you looked at him confused and amazed, he already knew of your feelings, and knew he reciprocated them, he needed you and you needed him, but none of this seemed real, still with his gaze fixed on yours, his hand wrapped around your face wiping away every tear that dared to fall. "bereth nin, you are everything to me... let me love you... let me take care of you..." he stood up and knelt in front of you letting his head fall into your lap, Seeing him vulnerable, begging for his love to be accepted by you, made all the insecurities vanish, all the fears, you just wanted to be with him, to feel that you were loved and to feel that however insecure you were, you had him to remind you what a goddess you were.

Still trembling, you caressed him giving him premission, for everything, feeling his look facing yours again, the words you spoke, were the last drop of sanity of the elf in front of you "Gi melin Thranduil" in a quick gesture he took your body in his lap and took you to the sofa in front of the fireplace, depositing you there, walking to the door of the library, locking it.

Walking back to you, Thranduil lay down on the sofa pulling you with him, his lips explored every corner of you, marks were deposited on your neck, words of comfort filled the room... "I will worship you as the goddess you are, Bereth nin" wrapping you in his arms once more, kissing your lips and your face, until the rain and the night enveloped you, feeling his touch, caressing every insecurity in your body, "Bereth nin" he called you, his queen... could you really believe in that dream?

The next morning you woke up a bit confused, you remembered a wonderful dream, you smiled thinking how cruel your mind was, but something attracted your attention, when you looked to the side, you saw the body of Thranduil, the elf king of Mirkwood, wrapped in yours, his eyes still closed, his hair shining with the sun rays that came in through the window beside you, for seconds you didn't believe it, taking your hand to his face, almost as if to prove that your brain was deceiving you.

"You know it's rude to watch someone sleep, Bereth nin" the elf's husky voice echoed to your ears, a little startled, and embarrassed you turned your body letting him stare at your back, you felt his delicate hand exploring the side of your body, until it reached your hair, brushing it back, kissing your shoulder and with a whisper destroying you even more.

"Don't tease me, my sweet (Y/n) or I won't be able to control myself... we better get going, if they find out we slept here, I know someone who could be upset with both of us" he said gruffly with his hand resting on your waist.

You both got up and as you walked towards the window, watching the orange and brown leaves of the trees adorning the ground, and the bright orange sunrise over the mountains, Thranduil, walked over to you, lifting your face and placing a quick but passionate kiss on your lips, embarrassed, you laughed a little "Soon leave the door of your room open my love... I will come visit you and we can continue what we didn't finish yesterday" he said before walking away, leaving you panting and smiling, fantasizing about your future with him.

#thranduil x reader #thranduil x plus size reader #the hobbit #legolas #the lord of the rings #thranduil headcanons #lee pace #lee pace x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki x reader #twilight #garrett denali #garrett denali x reader #loki odinson #thranduil #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #smaug the dragon #tolkien

[littlemessyjessi]

“Food Fight” : Thranduil Imagine: Smoochentines Extravaganza!

Thranduil x Reader: PS Reader, Plus Size Reader  Imagine a romantic meal with Thranduil...

It starts out as such a formal ordeal

Handmaidens sent out to get you ready

A beautiful dress

Your appearance done up just so

It was all a bit much for your taste to be truthful

However, it was an direct invitation from the King

So ya know- priorities and all that

You could suck it up for a night

Plus, you’d never known one of those feasts not to be laden with glorious food

However..imagine your surprise when you showed up to find that ....it was just the two of you

Like- holy fucking shit

The anxiety of the situation alone

And he’s gorgeous

and all his attention is on you

LIKE WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!

INTERNAL PANIC ATTACK IN FULL SWING

And when you were showed to your other side of the long table...you had a little piece of mind

until

UN-FUCKING-TIL

His ass decides to get us, pick up his things and MOVE

And then he’s there

right beside you

Staring right into your eyes

You’re basically dying on the inside

And then his eyes are twinkling and you realize it’s because you took a sip of your drink and missed your mouth

it’s all over you

The absolute horror

And then...

He pours his own wine all over himself

You nearly died

“Oh dear.” he said with a casual shrug. “Seems I’m a bit clumsy.” 

Knowing damn well that there wasn’t a day in his damn life where he wasn’t every inch of angelic grace

However, something overtook you in that moment

Call it a spurt of bravery

Call it stupidity

Call it the fucking devil if you want

But you flung a perfectly mashed potato slathered in butter right at him

It hit him right in his perfect face and the genuine shock was priceless

“Me too.” you smirked though your skin was on fire inside

You thought he was angry for a moment before he leaned and wiped the drops of drink from your chin

“Food fight.” he whispered

And promptly clobbered you in mashed potatoes ....and the accompanying gravy

And that ladies and gents, is how you and the King of the Woodland Realm absolutely destroyed his private dining quarters

And how the staff looked at you two with a mixture of adoration for your flirting....and painful dread because of the mess they’d have to clean up

Fucking worth it though

You two were so adorable

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[quirkycurlsss]

Hello everyone! I’m planning on posting mainly plus size/lgbt reader insert imagines and one shots from multiple fandoms here soon. For now though, I wanted to share with you my ongoing Hobbit fanfiction. The reader is a mermaid and joins the Company on their quest to take back the city of Erebor. I imagine the reader to be plus size, but I don’t mention weight or physical appearance much so anyone can read it. You can find it on Wattpad and Archive of Our Own. Thank you!

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[miridiums-writing]

Masterlist

I go by the pronouns he/they

ASKS ARE OPEN ALSO PLEASE INTERACT WITH ME I GET LONELY

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Obey me

Asmodeus dating headcanons

Barbatos, Mc, and Diavolo playing uno

Asmodeus x Mc wearing matching clothes to halloween

Brothers react to MC helping levi with a panic attack

Brothers react to mc having the same birthday as them

Lucifer X reader ; Lucifer and reader have the house to themselves....

Random obey me headcanons

Ciel in devildom

Hobbit

Thranduil comfort for stress

Thranduil x reader part 1 / part 2 - reader is from modern times and gets trapped in middle-earth

Thranduil relationship headcanons

Lotr

Punk!reader x Lindir

Awkward Encounter Legolas x reader - Legolas meets the new person working at the stable

Harry potter

Draco x hufflepuff!reader

Draco x stressed!reader

Snape with hard of hearing student

Tom riddle x insecure!reader

Punishment chapter story : what if Tom riddle was caught and punished to live his life out as a Muggle until he learned his lesson (this series has been discontinued because I personally hate it)

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Todoroki with a k-pop stan

Tamaki x reader x Bakugou poly!

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Barbarian!Bakugou x Petite!Villager!Reader. Part 2 : Barbarians take over readers village, Bakugou catches them causing them both to find out their mates

Barbarian!Bakugou x plus-sized!reader part 1 - the exact same story as above but some details where changed for my plus-sized royalty

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Loki x reader = reader had panic attack and tells loki their problems

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[elles-writing]

When the worlds collide - Kili x reader

gif not mine

Pairing: Kili x reader

Requested: No

warnings: scared reader

A/N: Sooo, a new series!! Inspired by this series (Out of Goodwill) by @bluebellhairpin​. I hope ya’ll going to like it! I am writting a lot for Kili, I think he deserves more attention.

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feedback highly appreciated!!

masterlist   part two  part three 

tags: @moony-artnstuff​

 You should’ve known better. Better than to just watch Coraline in TV during a heavy rain.

You were in your house alone, sick with cold for past few days, and now really, really scared. It was a bad idea to watch that movie. You hated anything horror-related, and you didn’t even counted that time when you thought that some boyfriend or even any of your friends would come handy right now.

A sharp lightning crossed the sky and heavy thunder shaked you a bit. You screamed and jumped up.

Maybe I should turn the TV off. I’ve had enough, you thought.

But you knew you wouldn’t be able to fall asleep.

You got up when an add break was there, turned on a few other lights, so you would find your way to kitchen, and took your mug with you to make another tea.

When your water was boiling, you were about to fill that mug with teabag, but a weird noise upstairs cought your attention. You shook it off when it stopped.

It was maybe some wind.

You looked outside and noticed that it almost stopped raining. You sighed by relief and opened your back doors and stepped out in your backyard.

It wasn’t too long before it started raining a lot again, so you quickly made your way inside.

A weird noises from your backyard and upstairs cought your attention. It was as if someone was walking here, and you were sure you noticed a few shadows outside. You decided to take a look at it, even if you were scared. So you took your phone to call the police if emergency, putted it safely to your pocket, and a baseball bat.

You’ve decided to look upstairs, since you locked your back doors, so you were feeling a bit more safe.

You were quietly tip toing upstairs, and furrowed your brows when you’ve noticed voices, and then recognized what they were saying.

“...not sure how we ended up here...”

“...stop doing that...”

You covered your mouth with one hand. You couldn’t belive that. No. You ears and mind had to be playing a tricks on you.

They sounded exactely like Balin and Thranduil.

You followed their voices. They were in one of your guest rooms. You peeked inside and almost gasped. For the lack of light you couldn’t really see how many of them was there, but they were at least three. One of them turned around and let out a gasp. Others turned to you and you firmly clunched the bat in your hands.

“Who are you and what are you doing in my house?” You said and one of them came a bit closer.

“We-we mean no harm to you, we’re sorry miss we scared you, but we have no idea how we got in here.” You gasped when Bilbo’s voice told you all of that. 

“That’s impossible!” You cried out. Your bat fell down to the ground and you quickly switched on the light. There was a groaning when the light hit their eyes, and you quickly recognized Balin, Bilbo, Thranduil, Legolas, Dwalin, Bard and Gandalf.

You got out and runned away. You tried to calm down.

It’s nothing, Y/N. You’ve watched that movie ealier today. It’s just a fever, nothing else- Your thoughts have been interrupted when Bilbo’s voice came to your ears.

“Miss, we’re sorry if we scared you, are-are you okay?” He looked at you, worried. You carefully touched his hair and face.

“You-you’re...real.” You whispered. He flinched a bit.

“Well, yes, of course I am, well, I can imagine you are in shock, uhm...would you like to sit down?” He offered as if it would be you who was the visitor.

„I-I think better yes, thank you.“ You carefully sat down, closing your eyes and placing your index fingers on your temples. A loud knock made you jump up and open up your eyes. It came from your back door.

You carefully went there and overheard a voices you’d recognized immediatelly.

„...maybe we should just barge in, you know, it’s locked anyway.“ Kili.

„Perhaps you’re right,“ suggested another voice. Fili. You unlocked the door and opened them up only for you to see three dwarves a bit shorter than you, soaking wet. You opened the doors. You voice was chatched in your throat. You couldn’t believe what was happening.

„Come in.“ They looked at each other suspiciously, and you turned around to go to sit somewhere, so you wouldn’t hurt yourself if you’d fell uncoucious. Your legs were giving up pretty quickly.

„Miss-?“ Bard noticed your pale face and helped you to get onto the couch. Bilbo handed you your mug with a hot tea and you gratefully smiled at him. You sipped a bit and noticed how your hands were shaking and you were beginning to sweat. You needed to calm down.

„You have it nice here, I really like it-miss, are you alright?“ Kili said when he noticed that you were trying to stand, but almost fell down back. You creaked out a weak smile.

„It-it’s okay, Kili. It’s just-I am a bit dizzy-Bilbo, I can stand on my own,“ You mourmured when the hobbit took your arm to help you stand. You looked up and noticed all of them were quiet and Kili’s mouth and eyes were wide open, Bilbo’s face held also a huge surprise. You muttered under your breath,

„Oh shit.“ You straightened you back and tried your best not to get scared by Dwalin and Thorin, both glaring at you. Instead, you looked over to Gandalf and Balin.

„I-I think we will go to kitchen and-talk about this.“ You looked to still stunned Kili, whom Fili nudged to ribs so he would close his mouth, and Thorin.

„I’ll bring you some dry clothes. Just...don’t move.“ You murmed and sneaked to your dad’s closet to get some clothes that would fit them. He would always forget some of them here when he needed to wash them in the washing mashine.

You found only two shirts, with trousers there was a better situation – you owned a men’s jeans in size that would fit you plus some larger ones for tucking swaters in them and men trousers, because you liked their silhouette and wore them sometimes. You looked through your closet and found a few oversized t-shirts, mostly black and dark blue. You quickly gathered them and made your way down the stairs.

You came back and noticed they were walking around and looking at everything. Bilbo and Gandalf were trying to stop them (Bilbo felt very sorry for you, because he knew how it felt like), the Mirkwood elves sitting on the couch and flipping through your books. You tried to find the Durins, and it was not that hard. You had to follow the wet paths they left. You sighed in relief and you found them in the kitchen, unsurprisingly.

„Hey, you three!“ They all turned to you. You sighed and handed the clothes to the Durins.

„Go and change. Don’t protest, it’s comfortable and dry. Then come back here.“ You noticed the untrust in Thorin’s eyes and sighed.

„You have to believe me. Just-please-go and change. I’ll show you where.“ Thorin looked like he wanted to argue, but something in your voice made him to only nod and follow you with his nephews.

While they were changing in the bathroom, you took a few chairs to your table, which was quite big. You sat into the head of the table with your tea, slowly sipping the almost cold liquid, and watching them. You gave them some food, but knowing how much dwarves could eat, you weren’t quite sure if it was a good idea.

When the Durins came back, Kili was curious and wanted to know where you knew his name from. He sat by your left and you had to admit, all of them three looked good in jeans and a shirt and t-shirts. His brother sat down next to him and Thorin, eyeing Thranduil, sat down next to his older nephew and Dwalin. You looked to your left, where was sitting Bilbo, then there was Balin, Legolas, Bard and Thranduil. Opposite to Thranduil has seated down Gandalf, so if some argument would come up, he’d be there to calm them down. You smiled at him and stood up.

„Well, I don’t exactely know how to start this...unexpected meeting.“ You started and all eyes were on you. You blushed when you noticed Kili’s intense gaze.

„I am aware you don’t know how did you got in here, so I-I want to help you to find your way home.“ You started playing with your hands nervously and looked over all of them. They looked exactely like in the movies, only their clothes looked more worn and wrinkled than in the movies. You were thinking if you should tell them or not that they were characters from the book and in the movies. It would be easier to explain, maybe even for them of how did they came to your world, you thought.

„Do you know us? I mean, you obviously know me and Master Baggins,“ Kili said and looked at you. You slightely blushed under his curious gaze.

„I don’t know how to explain it,“ you sighed.

„It’s quite complicated, but yes, I know all of you and more from your world.“ You said and someone gasped in surprise. Only Gandalf looked not that surprised.

„How do we know it’s true?“ Dwalin said and you shivered. He was always scaring you.

„For example, I know that you are Dwalin, then there’s Thorin, Fili, Kili, Thranduil, Legolas, Balin, Bard, Bilbo and Gandalf. In your world, there, for example, I know about Lord Elrond, Bofur, Gloin, Gimli, Lindir-“ You stopped. You realized you didn’t knew in which part of book, or even series they were. Dwalin looked over to Kili and snorted.

„What about your elf maid, huh?“ You started laughing with the dwarves and even Gandalf looked he was having a good time, when you noticed Kili’s face and ears reddening and his gaze quickly averted to table. You stopped laughing, but there was still a smile on your face, when you carefully touched his shoulder. He sleepishly and shyly looked up to you and you offered him a smile.

„I’m sorry, Kee. But it’s funny.“ A thought came to you. You didn’t knew if it was a good idea, but you decided it would be good to perhaps give it a try.

„Well, I think that this...will perhaps explain why do I know all of you.“

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[idjitlili]

Hey,I’m date mike

legolas x reader

a request for loteriel_greenleaf thank youuuu my dudeeee i really didnt know what to write,even though i just finished an imagine ,i felt like another was due. also been trying to make lembas bread god.

summary:imagine sparring with legolas,and being apart of the fellowship.

warnings:uh straddling/potential language i dont know yet./sexual themes no smut though. word count:1602

You had grown up mostly in Rivendell ,yes you are an elf,yet an orphan. Elrond had found you when he was was travelling for a meeting with Gandalf,Lady Galadriel,and saruman he had no choice but bring you with. He did not know what happened to your parents, however it was assumed you were abandon,probably due to being born out of wedlock or an affair(that was common but there was still a chance). You didnt know either being just a babe.

Anyways Elrond brought you to this meeting and in the end Gandalf ended up with you. Soon enough you knew him as your only Ada,and yes you were trained by the elves to defend yourself,when Gandalf was out of town.All the talk,and books about adventures,made you hungry for your own. You wanted to see hobbits,dwarves,anything. You wantd to know if elves in other realms were stuck up like Thranduil,well that is what gandalf told you about him.It only took a century or two for your ada to let you come on an adventure with him. That being taking you to elronds secret council,about destorying the ring.

You may of stared at the hobbit and the dwarves a little too long in awe,when they noticed you had looked away red in embarrassment. However you didnt notice a certain blond elf ,staring at you. He was curious of who you were,he had never seen you before,surely he wouldve remembered such beauty..you were so zoned out you missed all the arguing only to hear.

"I will take it!I'll take the ring to mordor!" the hobbit had shouted making everyone go silent. "though I do not know the way."

You ada had lent to put a hand on the hobbits ,before speaking confidently to the small fellow."I will help you bare this burden ,frodo baggins." the hobbit had smiled to your father. "I am coming too, Ada." you had walk next to him,wrapping your arm around his. Legolas now knew who you were ,but Gandalf was definity not your really father,maybe you were gold digger,joking he just wondered how he never knew that Gandalf had a daughter. Anyways you know what happpened after that,you have my sword ,bow axe, we're coming too.

You had kept yourself to yourself ,not talking overly,but if you did it was to your ada. Other than him you would talk to mostly the hobbits about what life was like in the shire. You felt intimidated by the men  ,legolas , and gimli they did scare you just a bit.  So you avoided them until you couldnt no more.

Well you stopped avoiding legolas,after Moria,he had to carry you out as you screamed out for you ada. You had witnessed Gandalf sacrifice his life to save the fellowship. You had yours around legolas ' neck,head in his shoulder whilst you sobbed drenching his tunic. He had held you on his hip,like you would with a toddler,running with you in his arms. Once you had gotten outside ,your sobs had gotten loud,legolas had tried to put you down but you just held tighter.  He had held you until you had reached near the Nimrodel in the eaves of the forest ,in which he had let go but you had your legs and arms wrapped round him so tight he didnt need to hold you,while he held his bow up in defence.

Turns out it was just elves that surrounded you ,and Aragorn knew one of them,a blond guy,pretty sexy if you were honest. In which he began leading you to lady galadriel,who you had not seen in many years, same with her husband celeborn who stood beside her walking down the stairs like jesus walking on water. You miss part of the coversation only to begin listening at the mention of your fathers name. "tell me where is gandalf as I much desire to speak to him." celeborn's voice as smooth as ice . "he has fallen into shadow." the look on Gimli's face when she says that hes like whoa shes good."y/n.." she calls out gently ,you had jumped out of legolas arms ,running towards her ,only for her to wrap her arms around you into a bear hug.

"not all is lost,as he remains in spirit." she had spoken to you ,in your mind ,as her hands rubbed your back comfortingly,before you pulled away. Her  eyes land on legolas ,back on smirking at you. "you and the prince." she had 'spoken' to you only shook your head ,with a small blush on your face,legolas watched confused as why lady galadriel had looked at him ,only to see you blushing. Lady galadriel had found a way to distract you from mourning in tears.

Not long after she had led you all to place you could rest for the night. In that legolas had settled next to you and after a while he had broken the silence between you both. "when my nana died,it was like my ada died with her,after her death he became cold and cut off. He treated me like another soldier ,nothing more,I had no one to comfort me. I wish to be here for you ,so you always have someone." he spoken barely above a whisper,you had never heard legolas speak so much ,let alone with so much feeling. "thank you,i never thought I would make friends with a prince ,let alone be carried for hours by one." you had spoken with a small smile,he had sent one in return before wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"I couldve done it for three days,with my elven strength." he had flexed his spare arm ,making you giggle. OKay this was very out of character for legolas."sure ,prince." and with that you were lent against his shoulder,in which you soon enough you fell asleep ,in his hold.

The next day you just pretend the events from yesterday never happened and your ada was still alive ,he was just gonna pop out and scold you for getting so friendly with the elven prince.

Turns out not even three days later ,you find your father alive and well ,you almost stab him like a kebab then and there. " Yeah just let me mourn your death and then your like boom ,guess what bitches I was alive the whole time." in which from that he just scolds you for using language before pulling you into a tight embrace ,apogising for the hurt he had caused,so bruh you werent as sad as before,so thats a plus. Only thing is if you got your freaky on with the princes he's always about.

The next interaction you had with legolas was the eves eve of the battle of the pelennor fields.In which he asks you to sparr with him,as he wants to know which one of you were the better fighter. Obviously it was you but his excellence ass wasnt going to agree with you. That leads you now on the green grass ,a distance away from the tent,sweaty,with clanging metal. So hot that you are just in your vest and pants,legolas was just in in his long sleeve tunic and pants ,pretty normal. Gandalf had left to go to Minas Tirith because of a certain took being a little bit stupid,no offence he's young and cutie pie ,dont be mean.

So basically you have no adult supervision ,even though you are an adult but I guess you would call it parental supervision then. You and legolas had been going at it for at least an hour neither of you giving up or losing;uh thats what she said.  Well that was until you knocked the blade out of legolas' hand but while doing so you had tripped on your own feet dropping your blade on to make legolas fall flat backwards,with you on top. Thats what she said. However legolas was quick to flip himself on top of you ,legs either side of you hips ,his other blade to your throat. "I should have won that,I just tripped, plus if you wanted to take me on a ride you should have just asked." you had smirked at the elf who's cheeks were now red,he smiled shyly removing the blade.

You used this to flip him off you ,you now straddling the elf,just a little lower. You had grabbed his wrists pinning them above his head ,making it so your faces were barely inches away. "what do you say to that ,hm? son of the elf with a huge dildo gaggins sized cock up his butt." you had whispered ,okay so that wasnt very seductive."I say you better kiss me then take me into the tent,now." his voice stern ,you simple smirk pressing your lips to his quickly.

Before you lead him to the tent. "dont you dare tell ada about what we about to do?"

"what eat some potatoes?"

"shut up,i would like that."

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[pendragonfics]

Hey! Would you ever consider doing a Thranduil x plus size reader (female)??? If so, maybe the reader is an elf, who is the same age as him and been friends with him for all their lives. However, the reader has been shunned out of elven society despite being Thranduil's one. Years later reader joins the company and reunites with Thranduil. Thanks, have a good day!

I’m sorry that it's taken so long! uni has been monstrous (I've only had time to write this after I’m on bedrest!) 

anyways here’s your fic!

homebound | Thranduil/Reader 

#susie pendragon speaks to the void :)) #ask tag

[saelwen]

Hey! Love your writing. Two questions, one. do you take requests? Two. If so, would you ever consider doing an X Plus Size reader? I'm asking around because there seems to be a lack in the Tolkien fandom(s). If you would ever consider writing one maybe you could do a Thranduil one (or who ever you want it's really up to you). Hope you have a good day!

Hi, Love! Aww 💕💕 i’m so happy that you like it!!! Yes I’m taking requests and I would love to do a plus size reader!! There isn’t much of stories with elves x plus size readers.

#tolkien fanfiction

[chubbyreaderwriter]

Could you, please, write a Thranduil X Human! Plus size reader fic were he finds her fainted in the woods, and when she awakes she wants to help in the hobbits movie eventes and they fall in love, like a forbidden love or something -I love your writing😍🥰 sorry if the request got to long 💋❤( sorry if there is something wrong😢)

I’m sorry but i don’t know who that is but thank you, I’m glad you like my writing :) 

[erismerald]

𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 (Thranduil X plus size/midsize reader)

𝑨/𝒏: Hey, my little elves! As I saw that you liked my thranduil one-shot so much, I decided to create a series, I hope you like it!!! Remembering that my requests are still open, please enjoy, because reading your interest makes me want to write more and more.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: Menstruation, fluff, Comfort, slight NSFW? Its just spicy, but i think you gonna like it!!

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: 2445

𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒚: None!! well request by me to me XD and for @sharinkashaf

You knew that you couldn't hide from his gaze for much longer, but you didn't want to have to deal with your insecurities or emotions, you were afraid that he would feel repulsed as your body, but you wanted to be with him, you wanted to be close to him so that his touch, his look would take all your fears and pain away, but you couldn't, you knew that if you heard his sweet voice purring your name, you would fall apart, you would burst into tears and that's exactly why you had been avoiding him for two days. You would walk through the most remote corridors, so as not to have to face him, you would feel bloated, sick, insecure with your body, sensitive, and moreover you didn't want to be a burden to him.

As you walked through the gardens of the forest, looking for a comfortable place to finish your book, the atmosphere seemed magical, the sunlight seeping through the treetops, the sunset was even more beautiful in Mirkwood, the sound of the water and the calm breeze dragging the first autumn leaves along the stone path, It was an atmosphere that helped you to think and forget all your worries, but while your body was moving you felt that you were being watched, you stopped for a moment, trying to analyze who or what it could be, until you felt the hand of someone touching you lightly on the shoulder, scared you turned towards the unknown hand, until you found a pair of eyes as crystalline as the winter dawn. With your hand resting on your chest you took a deep breath, still a little shaken with fright.

"Sorry I didn't mean to scare you" Legolas laughed softly, as you looked at him with a slightly annoyed look "I've been looking for you everywhere, where have you been?" His voice sounded breathless, how long had he been looking for you?

"Ahm I was looking for a place to finish reading this book on medicinal plants, but why were you looking for-" You might be a mile away but the approaching voice was unrecognizable, you looked around to see which direction you were coming from and even though you weren't an elf you had a good eye, and right at the end of the stone path you saw his perfect figure walking steadily towards you, accompanied by two royal concelors and some guards. In one swift movement you took legolas' hand and ran away to some bushes a little further away from there, panting you hid just in time to escape being caught by Thranduil.

"What was that for?" he asked quickly, but soon you put a hand over his lips preventing him from speaking and made a sign of silence with your finger, as you heard his father's voice coming closer and closer to the two of you.

"I don't want your father to find me..." you said a little embarrassed, but Legolas seemed confused by the sudden revelation

"What? but why? I thought it had stopped, since when... you know he revealed his feelings to you, come on let's go talk to him!" The young elf was about to get up but you grabbed his hand and quickly pulled him down again, you could see in his eyes the frustration and at the same time how funny he was finding this situation.

You didn't have the courage to tell him what was really going on, so you thought of a way to try to escape without having to reveal your feelings, you closed your eyes (E/c), for a bit and an idea lit up the dark cloud of thoughts, sweeping it away from your horizon.

"I haven't been feeling very well, I've been a little sick and I don't really want Thranduil to worry about me."

You lied, but to tell you the truth, but not everything you said was a lie, you were feeling unwell, and it was true that you didn't want to worry anyone, especially if that someone is the King and has other things to worry about. "Help me to get to my room without your father noticing, I promise I'll tell you everything later, just help me with this please, Legolas" you put your hand over Legolas' hand and grabbed it tightly, the young elf knew that you didn't often have this kind of attitude, you were very independent, But he respected your privacy and wouldn't interfere in something you didn't want to tell him, being your best friend he knew you needed some time alone, that this sudden revelation of feelings had made you happy but exhausted, so he agreed to help you.

"Of course, count on me, but promise me that you will rest and if you need me, you will call on me," Legolas said, pulling you to him and hugging you tightly.

Legolas would try to distract his father while you escaped behind them, it was a good plan, so you were sure it would work, you waited for the opportunity and when you saw legolas nodding his head, you realized that the coast was clear, to escape.

But no matter how much you tried to appear discreet, Thranduil had noticed your behavior in the last few days, the way you tried tirelessly to hide from him, to keep away from him, he wouldn't deny that he was worried about you, that he felt alone without the heat of your body to warm him, without the sweet melody of your voice when you talked for hours wrapped in the darkness of the night, talking, about fears and happiness, about old stories that lulled you both, until sleep became contagious and you ended up falling asleep on his arms, while his body covered and protected you, he wanted to have you back with him, and found it ridiculous how dependent on you he had become in such a short time, but even though he tried to pretend that none of this new behavior affected him, he couldn't deny that seeing you slipping away from his grasp drove him crazy, even crazier for you, how much he loved you and couldn't bear to be apart from you for more than a day, and seeing you slip away and escape his touch, killed him inside.

Mirkwood was a beautiful place, but the rooted passages that crossed its heart was the safest place for you, you still remembered the first time you came here, scared and nervous to meet a king for the first time, never in your life you had thought that his heart would choose you... a few minutes walking, and you had already reached the black oak door that gave access to your room, the low light that illuminated your room made you feel that you weren't alone. ... his smell was hypnotizing, like a drug, ignoring his presence you walked to the middle of the room, letting the silence drive him crazy, neither you nor he moved, but you felt his gaze travel through your body, as if he was bewitching you, still on your back you let your voice manifest itself.

"My King I did not expect, to see you here..." you said a little nervous, you knew that Thranduil wasn't so gentle and nice, you knew him very well and being ignored was one thing he couldn't stand.

"my love, I know you are hiding from me" his voice froze your blood, you turned your body slowly, until you faced the crystal blue of his eyes, lit by the moonlight, there he was sitting in an armchair in the corner of the room, his breathing was calm, but you knew quite well that his mind did not express the same serenity. "Now it remains for me to find out why..." he said lifting his body, walking towards you, each step his majesty took was a missing beat that your heart forgot, you felt smaller than what you already were, his body stopped right in front of yours, giving you not enough movement to escape.

You shifted your gaze to the ground in an attempt not to have to handle his gaze intertwining with yours, however that attempt was unsuccessful, the moment you felt his finger wander across your face, caressing you until it reached your jawline pulling it up, forcing you to look into his gaze.

"Aran nin, I-" you tried to explain yourself but were stopped when you felt his lips on your ear.

"I didn't say you could talk nin meleth" you lost your breath, his voice traveled to the deepest places of your body, feeling your temperature rise, his lips slid smoothly across your skin, when he rose once again you could see the smirk on his lips, his gaze was destructive, his breathing began to quicken, along with your "Now sweetness, you have premission to explain yourself" for a few moments you remained silent not knowing what to say for sure.

"I... I didn't hide from you because I wanted to, but... I can't stop thinking about you... and right now isn't the greatest time to see each other or even talk" you whispered, but for Thranduil it wasn't hard to hear your voice, an elf's hearing was very keen and it took almost no effort.

The king stood there, watching your small body, sighed and with a simple gesture pulled you to him, hugging you tightly. "Nin Meleth, what you are doing to me is torture... and I don't usually let my enemies come forward alive, but something tells me you are not being honest with yourself" Thranduil lowered his lips to your neck once more and murmured against your skin "And you can be sure I won't let go until you are" It was the last straw, what could you answer? What could you do? You had no choice, once again he knew how to control you, how to make you do what he wanted, he had you in his hands and you didn't complain.

"I feel disgusting... I am impure for someone like you to touch me, I am not worthy to have you my king... "You couldn't say anything else, you felt the tears fighting hard to escape your eyes, but you remained strong, and you were thankful that his body hid yours so easily.

"If you're going to start that again .... I already told you Tári (my lady/queen), I'm not worthy of your love, yet here we are face to face once again, and as much as I may find our relationship inappropriate, I don't deny how important and necessary you are to me, and if you think you're impure because you bleed, you're wrong" your gaze opened quickly, did he know? Curious, he laughed at your reaction, and carefully ran his hand through your hair. "My love, I already knew that was the reason, but I respected your silence until you came to me, you are not impure, you are perfect, and if it has caused you this unfortunate feeling I will be delighted to take care of that problem" You felt yourself blushing at his words and could say no more, Thranduil stepped back letting the moonlight bathe his platinum hair.

"Thranduil... you knew... how did you know?" was the only thing you could say when you felt his touch leave your skin.

"Instinct" He said walking over to the small white quartz bathtub on the other side of the room, filling it with water, the steam spread to the rest of the room, the smell was sweet and exotic.

"Now Nin Meleth let me take care of you, I feel your aching body, and your unsteady mind, I promised I would take care of you and love you, and I will not break my promise" he said raising his hand towards you so you could grab it and so you did, still unsure of what might happen.

Thranduil guided you to the front of the bathtub and carefully removed the first pieces of your clothes, nervous with what he could see and his reaction, you pushed him away and covered your half naked body with your small hands, Thranduil laughed softly and knelt in front of you, taking your hands carefully and observing the neckline on the shirt that allowed him to see your breasts, his gaze almost ate you alive, but he controlled himself, letting him continue what he had started, you felt embarrassed to be half naked in front of him for the first time, with his gaze again travelling over every curve of your body, you felt the need to cover it up, but before you could the Elf took your wrists and stopped you from ending his wonderful view.

"My queen.... Do not forbid me to see what is mine... I have never seen anything so perfect in my life..." he whispered so that only you could hear these sweet words.

"Thranduil... I am nothing special, you must have seen better and more attractive bodies surely" You said looking deep into his gaze, you saw the passion burn.

"No... I haven't, and I certainly won't and I don't want to, now, hold on to my neck and let me make you feel better, this water has medicinal plants in it, its steam will help you there with the pain"

His touch on your body made you even more nervous, but you did as he had commanded, and effortlessly he placed your body into the water, you closed your eyes as you felt your skin being wrapped in the warm water, but you felt your breath being stolen as you felt the elf's hands caress your hair and shoulders, you were in heaven.

Time flew by, and your lover's hands went over every inch of your body, leaving your muscles relaxed, your breath heavy, and his gaze lusting for you more and more as he saw the white dress that protected your body from his gaze gluing itself tighter and tighter to your curves.

His hands took care of you, his words made you nervous and comfortable, his smell made you dizzy and his presence made you feel safe. After a long bath, it wasn't long before the king took your body, covered it in a crimson dressing gown and put you to bed so that you could sleep a little before the sun rose.

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Hey, guys! I combined a couple of your requests and did a little tweaking because this one just smacked me upside the head! I hope you enjoy it!

Imagine being a foreign elf sent to the Woodland Realm to visit and learn their ways  only to have the Elf King fall in love with you.

You had been sent to the west to observe the elves of the Woodland Realm.

An order from your king.

You were quiet in nature, though not one to be beaten down or do anything you didn't really want to do.

However, you would admit...you were shy.

You hid behind a lot of people and tried to stay out of the direct line of sight.

You weren't ashamed...but you just wanted to observe rather than participate.

It had served you well over the years and you'd been able to procure the job you'd coveted all those years.

A scholar.

A scribe to be more specific because in order for you to spend copious amounts of time absorbing knowledge...you also had to prove useful.

So you and another scribe were with the king constantly.

Perhaps, it was why your own king had felt so comfortable in sending you to observe the Woodland realm.

However, it would seem that the Elf King did not.

You always felt so uncomfortable around him.

He stared at you- unwavering and intense.

Bright, blue eyes just cut through you to your core.

What you didn't realize was how much he adored you.

Thranduil had been instantly captivated by you the moment you were escorted into Mirkwood.

Everything about you was tantalizing to him.

The deep tones of your supple skin.

That undoubtedly juicy, plump frame of yours just begging to burst like a berry in his mouth.

He was hooked.

It only worsened when he learned of your studious behavior and quiet nature.

You were with him almost constantly, taking notes, documenting everything.

Even after he'd stopped speaking or a meeting was finished, there you would be scribbling away or even furiously sketching something you found interesting.

He'd only spoken to you a handful of times, each time he was greeted with what he thought was polite disinterest.

It thwarted him slightly.

Hurt.

For he hadn't wanted or even been interested in anyone in so long.

It was not until the day came that you were supposed to leave and return to your homelands...that he broke.

You were standing there, hands roaming the walls of your room in the Woodland Realm.

It was different and you hated to leave it...but it was time.

After all, you had developed feelings for someone that you could never have.

It was true.

As each day passed, Thranduil's hold on your heart grew stronger...and you knew you had to go.

You, a half elf and mere scribe, could never have him.

"Lady Y/N."

You nearly jumped out of your skin as the silky tone coming from the doorway.

You turned and bowed your head at the tall Elf King...though his long, pale fingers cradled your jaw and turned your face upwards.

His thumb slid over your chubby cheek- a slight smile pulling at his lips at the softness of deeply colored skin.

"Stay." he said softly, the deep timber of his voice stroking down your spine like a lover's finger, "Just a bit longer."

"I can not." you sighed, dropping your face again.  "I must return home.  I've been gone far too long."

"Do you miss your home?" he asked.

You nodded.

It was partially true and if he would believe then you would stay true to that answer.

"There's something else." he deduced, his elegant fingers toying with a stray lock of hair.

"Tell me." he commanded but you both saw it for what it was.

He was pleading with you.

"I have to return my research." you said feebly.

"I can send a messenger." he said.

"But that's quite a long trip and for someone is should just return is just cruel." you said quietly.

"Then perhaps I should send a scribe of my own to observe your homeland.  Have them stay as you have stayed with me.  And perhaps, they will warm the hearts of an old elf in which you have warmed mine."

Your head snapped up to meet his eyes.

His cerulean orbs were closed as he drew you near and placed your head under his chin.

His long strong arms wound around your soft form and he held you firmly to him.

"I can make you very comfortable.  Anything you desire, I can grant you." he said.  

"Perhaps, I could stay a bit longer..."

The gentle squeeze around your body and the soft kiss to your hair told you that nothing would make him happier.

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Unadulterated Crack Part 18

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Reader

Word Count: 1,216

warnings: Dain and Dwalin teasing Thorin, Worrying, Fili and Kili being mean to Thorin, talk of marriage, slight and subtle questioning if the baby is actually Thorin’s.

A/N: This is the chapter I rewrote for you because I made Dain awful, and I didn’t like it. Have fun.

— Part 1 — Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5 — Part 6 — Part 7 — Part 8 — Part 9— Part 10 — Part 11— Part 12 — Part 13 —Part 14 — Part 15— Part 16— Part 17 — Part 18 (here) — Part 19 — Part 20 — Part 21 —  

  As you dozed carelessly on Thorin’s shoulder that night, his cousin came to pay him a visit. Dain took one look at you and joked, “What did they run outta space in the infirmary that even the King has to share his bed with a stranger?”

   Thorin softly mused, “No, she came on the quest with us, she saved not only my life but the life of my nephews.”

  “Oh, is tha’ a Courting braid in her hair I see? Some lass finally managed to tame my wild Cousin, she must be a real tough one to put up with ye.” Dain teased, sitting down in the arm chair on Thorin’s side of the bed.

   Thorin grumbled, “Tough to deal with! Look whose talking, you literally look like a boar!”

   "You’ve always hated my Boars! Why! What did dear old Bonnie ever do to ye?“ Dain exclaimed loudly.

 Thorin hushed, "Quiet you great buffoon! She finally just fell asleep!” as you stirred slightly in his arm, and buried your face deeper into his shoulder.

   Both Dwarves remained silent and still,waiting for you to settle back into your restful slumber. Once you had Dain whispered, “So when are you going to pop the question?” excitedly.

   Thorin shot his cousin a disapproving warning look, but eventually his right shoulder slumped, and he sighed, “I don’t know, there is so much to be done, and there is the cultural gaps we have to get over, then there is Dis, and Thranduil to deal with. It could be a few weeks or it could be a few years at this point. Plus Oin says neither of us is getting out of this bed for a number of weeks, and on top of that she’s pregnant, so that’ll complicate things a great deal.”

   Dain let out a soft squeak, “She’s pregnant! Is it yer’s or someone else’s  baby!”

   Thorin shushed him again and said, “It’s mine, she has barely been out of my sight for the last six months, and she’s only four months along.”

  While Dain was questioning Thorin about you, Dwalin came in the room. Thorin pointed a thick finger at his friend, and snapped, “You! You knew she was pregnant with my baby within the first month of it, and you didn’t fucking tell me! You traitorous bastard, ” as quietly as he could, whilst still getting his point across.

   Dwalin snorted, “She was te one who didnae’ want to’ tell yoy. She made us swear on all of yer lives not to tell you, even made me swear on ma’ axes and to mahal!” Putting both of his large hands up in defense.

   Dain snickered, “That’s  probably cause ye’ve get a fat mouth and she knew it too, ye wanker.”

   Dwalin glared at Dain and spat, “Look who’s talking about big mouths, ye toss pot!” in a hushed tone.

   Thorin rubbed the bridge of his nose and said, “Did you come in here for some reason other than to wake up my pregnant wife?”

   Dwalin nodded his head, he put his bear paw sized hands on the foot of the bed and leaned on it whilst bringing Thorin up to date on the goings-ons  of the mountain.

  Apparently Fili was an excellent diplomat, Thranduil was even charmed by his nephew. Bard and Fili got along smashingly, since both of them were new to the whole “ruling” thing. Fili and Balin had agreed that Bard and his people would seek shelter in Erebor once winter came, and Thranduil and Dain were to supply food to everyone, and while everyone was all cozy in the mountain they would work on restoration of the great dwarven halls.

 In return come the spring and summer the Dwarves help the men and elves rebuild Dale, and plant crops, and pay a small fee of a certain necklace to the elves and give the men the gold they were promised. You had awoken during the middle of the update, but made no move to show anyone that you could hear them. Dwalin finished the update with a certain tidbit of information that was a cause of concern for you. Dwalin had sent word to Ered Luin of the out come of the battle, and apparently Dis and a small group of craftsmen were to arrive before Yule. Dis was apparently not happy that Thorin almost got himself and her sons killed, although it turns out Dwalin did go too deeply into detail in the letter.. Thorin sent Dwalin and Dain away after that, you looked up at him and said, “Your sister did not sound too pleased about the outcome.”

   Thorin sighed, “Aye, but she rarely ever pleased with the things I do, but I’m sure you will provide an adequate distraction to assuage her anger. She’s been nagging me for a hundred and fifty years to settle down and have children of my own.”

   You grumbled, “I doubt that I could do much, your sister sounds like a dwarrow to be reckoned with.”

    “Oh she is, she is, but she also adored babies, and you’ll be showing a little bit by then, which will be enough for her to dote on you.” He assured you, as he rubbed his rough palm into the side of your hip, he added, “Not to mention Kili wanting to court that she-elf will also be very distracting.”

    you chided, “Her name is Tauriel, she might be a part of your family some day, you need to start using her name.”

  Fili and Kili brought you two dinner that night, Fili now sporting a wicked eye patch, and Kili walking with a limp, but both grinning ear to ear in greetings.

  While Fli and Thorin talked politics and policy, you and Kili talked about different things. “So, AUNTIE,have you and uncle set a date for the wedding yet?” Kili whispered cheekily with a wink in your direction.

   You retorted, “What about you and Tauriel, huh? When are you two getting married? Have you even asked to court her yet,” taking a bite of the sandwich they brought you.

  Kili blushed, and started babbling about how perfect Tauriel was and that he was barely worthy to eat the dirt she walked on let alone court her. Fili interrupted his brother’s ramblings and said, “What are we going to do about Amad?”

   Thorin patted Fili on the head and stated, “Don’t worry, I have it all planned out.”

   Kili huffed, “Yes, but might I point out, dearest uncle, your plans to calm our mother never have worked in the history of ever.”

   Fili muttered, “They usually make her angrier actually.”

   Thorin said, “Yes, well that was when I handled it, I’m going to leave it to (y/n), they can talk it out mother to mother.”

   Fili laughed, “That’s a terrible plan! Amad will be livid that you entered a courtship,let alone got her pregnant, before introducing them.”

   You asked, “Does that mean she’s going to be mad at me as well,” dreading her ire already.

   Thorin replied, “I think you boys are blowing this out of proportions, not to mention scaring (y/n). Dis is going to love her, I mean how many times has she told me to get a wife?” Both Fili and Kili seemed convinced that their mother would like you, but be barking mad at Thorin for being a clot head.  

  — Part 1 — Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5 — Part 6 — Part 7 — Part 8 — Part 9— Part 10 — Part 11— Part 12 — Part 13 —Part 14 — Part 15— Part 16— Part 17 — Part 18 (here)— Part 19 — Part 20 — Part 21 —  

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