#tolkien imagine

[mirkwoodshewolf]

I belong with my One; Fili x Dúnedain reader

*Author's note*

So this took me a few days to finally get finalized and write down so I hope @futuristicyouthvoid I hope you enjoy this fic. For this fic I've put that instead of Kili getting shot by the Morgul arrow, reader gets shot saving him and ends up getting sick.

Warnings: reader poisoned, near-death experience, some angst and some fluff.

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@gay-and-ready-to-cry

@queen-paladin

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So much has happened in such little of time.  First Gandalf offers me a proposition for aiding a company of Dwarves, then we’re being pursued by orcs, then get imprisoned by the Elven king Thranduil.  Now we find ourselves at the mercy of the Men of Laketown.

Thankfully another friend of mine Bard was willing to let us stay the night at his house but of course the Dwarves had to screw it all up by going to the armory to steal the weapons and end up getting caught by the Master of the Lake’s guards.  But by some miracle, we were granted the supplies we needed to get us to Erebor to complete the quest before sunset.  Of course I knew it was because of the Master’s greediness that he agreed to help, he never was a good man.

“You do know we’re one short, where’s Bofur?” Bilbo asked.

“If he’s not here, we leave him behind.” Said Thorin.

“We’ll have to, if we’re to find the door before nightfall. We can’t risk no more delays.” Balin agreed grimly as everyone began piling into the boat.  But as I was just halfway over the plank, I felt a hand stop me.

“Not you.” I turned to see Thorin.

“What?”

“We must travel at speed, you’ll only slow us down.” He told me.

“I’m coming with you all to the Mountain. I promised Gandalf that I would.”

“(Y/n), you have been a big help to me and my kin. The first Ranger to truly stand for our cause. But lately you haven’t been up to par on your health. Stay here and rest, rejoin us when you’re healed.” Just because I’ve been feeling a bit sluggish since the river incident, doesn’t mean I’m helpless.

“Thorin—”

“I will say no more on the matter.” Without another word, Thorin went back onto the boat whilst I had no choice but to sit back down on the docks, feeling a chill suddenly come over me.

“I’ll stay with the lass, my duty lies with the wounded.” Oin said as he voluntarily got off the boat and came up to me.

“Uncle, (Y/n) has done more for this company than any other outsider could’ve done for us. You cannot repay her by leaving her behind.” Fili stepped up for me.

“Fili no.” I told him.

“I will carry her if I must!” Fili argued.

“Fili, one day you will be king and you will understand. I cannot risk the fate of this quest for the sake of a Ranger. Even if she were the only one willing to help us.” As Oin began feeling my forehead for a temperature, I soon watched as Fili stormed off the boat but Thorin stopped him.  “Fili, don’t be a fool. Your place is with the company.”

“My place is with her!” he snapped back at his uncle before taking back his arm and came over to me.

“Why did you do that? I thought you always wanted to see Erebor, you told me so yourself.”

“I’ll have plenty of opportunities to see the kingdom in my lifetime, but your wellbeing is more important to me than all the gold in Erebor.” I felt my cheeks grow warm as I softly thanked him.

“And don’t think it’ll just be Fee that’s gonna help you get back on your feet.” We turned to see Kili had also left the boat.

“Kili, you didn’t have to stay behind too.” Fili said.

“Yeah I could’ve gone but it’s my decision too.” He came up to me and stood on my right side.  “You saved my life back in the Woodland realm, I’ll gladly do everything I can to help you now (Y/n).” I smiled and looked at the brothers.

“You guys truly are the best friends I’ve ever had. Thank you.” They both nodded and as the Laketown band played a victorious fanfare to wish our friends luck, a sudden dizziness overcame me. 

My vision was going in and out of focus and as the crowd cheered as the boat with our friends departed from the docks, I suddenly fell forward, the last thing I heard was Fili’s voice calling my name.

*3rd Person POV*

When (Y/n) had passed out on the dock, Fili cried out (Y/n)’s name as Oin came up and began searching over her body for any trace of an infected wound or trace of blood.  Knowing that she had saved Kili from that arrow back when they were trying to escape the orcs on the river, there must’ve been a wound he might’ve missed before they came across Bard.

“OH, did you miss the boat too?” they soon heard the missing Dwarf, Bofur’s voice say.  But the moment he saw (Y/n) passed out, his concern grew as he asked Kili.  “What happened to her?”

“We don’t know. She just—suddenly passed out.”

“Her fever’s spiking lads. We have to get her help right away!” Oin said.

“Kee, help me out here!” together the brothers lifted her up by her arms while Oin and Bofur got her legs and they walked back towards the Master’s manor to ask for help.  After pushing through the guards, Fili cried out. “Please wait! Please, we need your help. Our friend is sick!”

“Sick? Is it infectious?” the Master exclaimed fearfully as he covered his nose with his handkerchief and fearfully cowered behind Alfrid. “Get back! Alfrid, Alfrid don’t let them come any closer!”

“Please. We need medicine.” Oin pleaded.  Alfrid walked closer as he sneered at them.

“Do I look like an apothecary? Haven’t we given you enough? The Master’s a busy man, he hasn’t got time to worry about sick Rangers! Let alone this one right ‘ere. All she’s ever done for this town is ruin the Master’s good name and turn the people against him.”

“She’s helped these people in their hour of need! Are you willing to let her die because of your own selfish needs?!” Kili demanded.

“None of our concern. She’s not a paying citizen here, therefore she’s not our problem. Now off you pop! Less we use more drastic measures.” With that Alfrid and the Master shut the doors and the guards ordered them away.

After being rejected by the Master, they tried going to other people to see if they could help but all of them were either too scared to go against the Master’s wishes, or didn’t have enough supplies to help aid her as well as their own sick family members.

With no other options left, the Dwarves raced back to Bard’s home.  Knowing of their friendship, they’d hope that at least he could help them.  Bofur knocked on the door frantically and as soon as Bard saw them, he sneered.

“No, I’m done with Dwarves. Go away!” he went to shut the door but Bofur stopped him pleading.

“No, no please! Please! No one will help us. (Y/n) is sick.” Bard opened the door further to see his good friend now sickly pale, strands of her hair stuck to her face from the profuse sweating she was doing, and her breathing was now choked gasps.  “She’s very, very sick.” Even with the grievance he had with the Dwarves for risking the safety of not only his children but the entire town of Dragon fire, he didn’t have the heart to turn his dear friend away.

“Bring her in.” Bard stepped aside and the four dwarves quickly piled in while Bard quickly looked around before shutting the door.  “Put her over there. I’ll see what I have.” Bard went to the back of the house as the Dwarves set her down on the nearby couch.  Fili took her hand between his and squeezed it.

“Hang on (Y/n), we’re all here to help you. Just…..don’t go where I cannot follow.” He whispered to her stroking the back of her hand with his thumb.  Kili watched his older brother and knowing of his feelings towards the Ranger, he couldn’t help but feel guilty knowing that it was because of his carelessness that the woman his brother loved got hurt to save him.

As the night overcame the lake, (Y/n)’s health was gradually becoming worse.  Oin did managed to find a small graze just underneath her elbow.  A graze that came from an orc arrow tipped with poison.  Already the wound (even for as small as it was) had already started to become infected and the poison was spreading fast.

(Y/n) was tossing and turning, panting as her body was glistening with sweat.

“Nothing’s working! Can you not do something!?” demanded Fili who was growing more frantic by the second seeing the woman he came to love be in such agony.

“I need herbs! Something to bring down her fever.” Bard soon came in with some more supplies and began listing them off.

“I have nightshade, feverfew…..”

“No, no there no use to me. Do you have any Kingsfoil?” said Oin but Bard told him.

“No. It’s a weed we feed it to the pigs.”

“Pigs? Weed. Right. Don’t move.” Bofur said before leaving the house.  As Kili was continuing to dab a damp, cool cloth across (Y/n)’s face and neck to ease her of her sweating, a rumble was soon heard coming from the mountain.

“Da?” asked one of Bard’s daughters Sigrid.

“It’s coming from the mountain.” Answered Bard’s son, Bain.  Bard had feared the worst, the dwarves had awoken Smaug the Terrible and soon the prophecy would come to pass, the Lake will shine and burn.

“You should leave us.” Fili said as he walked up to Bard. “Take your children, get out of here.”

“And go where? There’s nowhere to go.” Bard told him in defeat.  Little Tilda stepped in front of her siblings and asked her father fearfully.

“Are we going to die Da?” Bard looked at his youngest child and assured her.

“No darling.”

“The dragon, it’s going to kill us.” Bard then turned towards a beam just above the kitchen and gripped a thin but firm piece of what appeared to be black iron.  He pulled it down from the beam to reveal that it was a Black arrow, the very same black arrow that can only be used to kill the dragon.

“Not if I kill it first.” Bard said determinedly.  He then asked his son to come with him while the girls stayed behind with the Dwarves to help take care of their Aunt.

Time passed and (Y/n)’s fever was getting even worse.  Her breathing was sharp and panicked and she was now starting to writhe in agony.

“Durin’s beard where is Balin with that Kingsfoil!?” Fili demanded.

“I have the right mind to go out and look for him myself!” Kili snapped.

“You can’t leave! With the guards on patrol, they’ll arrest you too and aunt (Y/n) will never get better!” Bain said.  “No one is leaving this house understood!?” hearing the young man take a stand against the Dwarves made them both feel shock and admiration.

“Very well laddie. But I don’t know how long (Y/n) has got left, she’s growing weaker by the second.” Oin said to Bain.

“Tilda, Sigrid, come with me to get more rags and water for aunt Hela.” The siblings soon left while Fili gripped (Y/n)’s hand tighter.

“Fi…….li.” she choked out.

“I’m right beside you (Y/n).” he whispered to her.  Slowly opening her eyes she croaked out.

“Fili…..if anything hap-happens to me—”

“Don’t talk like that (Y/n). We’re going to heal you, Bofur’s probably found the Kingsfoil by now, he’s just probably ducking the guards and taking longer. Please don’t give in now.” He squeezed her hand between his.  “Don’t go where I can’t follow.”

Suddenly a scream was heard and next thing everyone knew orcs began dropping down from the rooftop or coming in through the front door.  The dwarves grabbed whatever they could to fight off the orcs but there were too many of them, and with the tightly constricted area the house provided, there was hardly any fighting room.

Kili got the children to duck under the table and fought off any orc that tried to come close to them, while Oin and Fili worked together to fend off any orc that came near (Y/n).  When they thought they were done for, help came from both Legolas and Tauriel who had been tracking down the orcs since they left Mirkwood.

As Fili managed to block an orc’s attack with a kitchen knife, (Y/n) had managed to crawl out of the couch and use a fire-poker to stab the orc through its spine.  But she soon let out a cry of agony as she collapsed to the ground, the poison fully starting to overcome her.  Eventually, all the orcs were either killed off or had begun to retreat from the house.

“You killed them all.” Bain said as he and his sisters got out from under the table after all went quiet in the house.

“There are others, Tauriel.” Legolas ordered but Tauriel was hesitant.  As Oin came down beside (Y/n) and felt around her neck to feel her pulse was slowing down, Fili and Kili came down beside her as Oin said fearfully.

“We’re losing her!”

“Tauriel.” Legolas said to her.  She turned back to her prince and said.

“The Ranger has done no harm to us, is there nothing we can do to help her?”

“She is beyond help. I’m sorry, there’s nothing that can be done for her.” Footsteps could soon be heard racing up the stairs and as the two elves prepared for another battle with orcs, they stopped to see that it was Bofur carrying some Athelas in his hand.

“Athelas,” Tauriel exhaled as she took it from him and admired it. “Athelas.”

“What are you doing?” Bofur asked nervously.  Tauriel looked into the room before looking back at him and said.

“I’m going to save her.” Legolas’ eyes briefly narrowed.

“Tauriel…..”

“You may go if you wish Legolas, but I cannot leave the she-ranger to perish in such agony. Not whilst she still clings to life and that I now have her only salvation.” The young prince took a deep breath then exhaled.

“What would you have me do?” the two elves raced back inside and Tauriel ordered.

“I need water fast. Get her on a solid, stable surface. Lay her flat on her back.” Every in the room reacted quickly.  Tilda gave Tauriel the bowl of water for her to mix the Athelas together, whilst Legolas and the Dwarves worked together to get (Y/n) on the table.

She was screaming and writhing in pure agony, her mouth starting to grow black with the poison.

“Where is the wound?” Legolas asked.

“Underneath her left elbow.” Oin said.  Legolas took hold of her left wrist and raised her arm above.  But when she tried to struggle, he was forced to also grab her forearm to pin it down and there he saw it.  The black graze and he could see the infection had fully spread and blackened her entire elbow.

“Hold her down.” Tauriel said.  Kili and Bofur held down her right leg while Bard’s children held down her left.  Fili held (Y/n) by the shoulders and Oin helped Tauriel brew the medicine.  Once it was brewed, Tauriel cut through the sleeve of (Y/n)’s shirt to get a better access to the wound.

The female ranger appearing like a rapid animal, screaming, grunting and thrashing about trying to free herself.  Tauriel took some of the Athelas and began rubbing it onto her hands as she chanted.

“Menno o nin na hon i eliad annen annin, hon leitho o ngurth.” She then placed her hands over the ranger’s wound and (Y/n) let out an agonizing scream.  Fili softly shushed her stroking through her hair and whispering in her ear all the while Tauriel kept chanting the spell.

Bit by bit, (Y/n)’s animalistic behavior quietened and then she went still.  Her breathing now soft and not as frantic as it had been.  Fili looked down at her worriedly and Kili asked.

“Will she be alright?”

“Athelas has powerful healing properties. With time and rest, she’ll regain her full strength. A few more minutes and she would’ve been beyond even with the aid of the Athelas.” Responded Tauriel.  The dwarves and Bard’s children breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thank you.” Fili said to Tauriel.  She gave him a soft but tight smile as well as a soft nod.  Then both she and Legolas left to deal with the orcs.

After her healing, Fili wrapped up (Y/n)’s wound with some bandages and kept vigil at her side.  Never before had he felt so scared than he had felt at that moment.  Fearing that the woman he had come to become fond of—nay love throughout this quest, he wouldn’t have known what to do had she been lost to him.

“She’ll be alright Fili. She’s strong, she’ll be back on her feet in no time.” His brother tried to assure him.

“I know. But seeing her go through all that pain, all that suffering, and who knows if she even knew she had been hit.”

“Even if she did, she’s got the stubbornness of a Dwarrowdam. Perfect woman for a guy like you.” Fili turned to his brother.  “You may try to have hide it from the others but you can’t hide anything from me Fee. I’ve seen how you’ve been looking at her since Rivendell. You care for her more than just as a friend.” Fili sighed and looked down to her.

“I don’t even know how it happened. But after all that we’ve been through, seeing her in a—domestic way. The way she was with her younger cousin, the way the sunlight seemed to reflect off her hair, and the way her eyes shone like jewels in the dark. Kee……I feel as if she is my One.”

“And you should follow through that brother.”

“But would it work? A dwarf and a human? It’s never been done before?”

“Is that what’s really troubling you? Or is it that you fear she doesn’t feel the same way?” Fili remained quiet.

“This quest has shown me that life is too fragile. And at any moment, any one of us can be taken away by any means. I want to tell her my true feelings but—not now. Not while our lives are still in danger. Perhaps when we reach the mountain, I’ll work up the courage to tell her but I—”

“I understand brother. The turmoil that must’ve been stirring in your heart seeing her on death’s doorstep, if you had confessed your love for her beforehand and it be too late to save her……I can’t imagine the pain that would’ve been.”

“She’s too precious to me.” Fili said as he stroked her cheek with the back of his finger.  “I feel like if she had died tonight, my heart would’ve died with her. My body may have continued to live on but my heart would never be full again.”

“Take comfort now that she’s alive and that she’s recovering. No more darkened thoughts need cloud your mind anymore.” Kili said as he placed a comforting hand on his brother’s shoulder, gently shaking it.  Fili turned to his little brother and nodded giving him a soft smile.

“Thank you Kili. I know I’m supposed to be the older brother here but, I’m glad that you were here to be the one to ease my mind.”

“I’m always here for you brother, and I always will be. Together forever right?” he extended his other hand out.

“Together forever little brother.” Fili clasped his other hand with Fili’s as they pressed their foreheads together, drawing in each other’s strength.

*My POV*

 All I remembered was darkness, as well as a voice reaching out for me.  Then a bright light and soon silence.  I don’t remember much after that but I do remember hearing Fili’s voice along with Kili’s.

“This quest has shown me that life is too fragile. And at any moment, any one of us can be taken away by any means. I want to tell her my true feelings but—not now. Not while our lives are still in danger. Perhaps when we reach the mountain, I’ll work up the courage to tell her but I—”

“I understand brother. The turmoil that must’ve been stirring in your heart seeing her on death’s doorstep, if you had confessed your love for her beforehand and it be too late to save her……I can’t imagine the pain that would’ve been.”

“She’s too precious to me.” I felt something graze my cheek with the most gentlest touch.  “I feel like if she had died tonight, my heart would’ve died with her. My body may have continued to live on but my heart would never be full again.”

So did Fili actually feel the same as I have come to feel for him? Oh Fili, I-I love you too. And I do hope that one day I can say that aloud, but for now I was just too weak to even open my eyes.  I soon passed out once again but it wasn’t until the sound of giant wings flying towards us had me opening my eyes.

Smaug was coming for us. And he was out for blood.

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[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Tolkien Characters Favourite Body Part (NSFW)

Ass admirers

Aragorn, Fili, Thranduil

Breast appreciator

Bard, Boromir, Faramir, Glorfindel, Kili, Meludir

Thigh treasure hoarder

Eomer, Haldir, Legolas

Belly enthusiast

Lindir, Thorin

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[sotwk]

Who would win in a game of monopoly where Elrond, Glorfindel, Thranduil, Gil-Galad and Celebrimbor are playing?

Gil-galad, because I feel his skill set (leader of a kingdom) would serve him well in the game AND he strikes me as the sort who would take board games super seriously. Personally, he gives me Raymond Holt from B99 vibes:

Thranduil just sees game night as a chance to drink. He plays well for a drunk, though.

Elrond lacks the competitive drive to win and everyone takes advantage of it.

Glorfindel just laughs at everything and tries to (playfully) cheat. And he keeps standing up to get more snacks.

Celebrimbor is too cool (and smart) to care. Yet also, secretly afraid of pissing off Gil-galad.

Thank you so much for this fun Ask and hilarious imagine! XD

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[lady-raidia]

Hi my fellow german ♡

If you're up to, I'd love to request a Gil-Galad x reader writing (: I'm so sad that there is still not much out there. Something fluffy like love at first sight or first kiss (or both haha)

Thank you so much in advance!♡

Hey there! 💗 I am so sorry that you had to wait such a long time for me to respond! :( I was suffering from a writers block and I couldn't write anything for months :'( But I am back and I am trying to catch up! I hope that you enjoy this One-Shot (or maybe two shot hehe) even though it ended up a little bit shorter than I wanted to. But I will try to write a part 2 for this one, so we can have more Gil-Galad content hehe. Again, I am so sorry that you had to wait for such a long time! And I am sorry if my english sounds weird in the story :o But please enjoy! 💗💗

FOREST HEART - GIL-GALAD IMAGINE

Pairing: Gil-Galad x Reader

Summary: You are an old friend of Galadriel and visit her in Lindon, where you wander off into the forest. You just wanted to enjoy the nature but you found a hidden treasure that will change your life.

Warnings: None, just some Gil, snobby language and bad english.

Request Here / Masterlist

Nestled amidst ancient trees and shimmering waters, you have lived a life full of peace and harmony. You had chosen this life, far from Lindon, to escape the gossip and side-eyes you would get when passing by other elves who knew you were not like them. Your father was an elf, but your mother was of the race of men. She was the most beautiful woman you have ever seen but the fragility of a mortal life took her away from you. After her passing, your father followed her into death, since his heart couldn't bear the grief and loss it had suffered.

You grew up in a small cottage close to Lindon, the place your mother and her mother were born and raised. It was your sanctuary, your haven, and as a child, you thought Valinor must have looked exactly like your home. Even after your parents passed away you stayed at that small cottage to care for the garden your mother cherished so much.

Even though you lived your life far from others, you still had close friends you have known since childhood. One of them was Galadriel and you would refer to her as your best friend. You held her dear in your heart and even though you hadn't seen each other for centuries, you regularly wrote letters to each other. You would usually write about how your garden is growing and that the birds are nesting again, while Galadriel would entertain you with the adventures she had been on. (If you can call it an adventure. She is trying to hunt down orcs to find Sauron and with each letter you get from her it becomes apparent that she is slowly losing her mind. You are worried for your friend because she seems too fixated on Sauron being still alive.)

A couple of days ago you received an invitation to Lindon to celebrate Galadriel and her troop for „freeing the world of all evil“. You were happy to hear that her efforts to hunt down every orc are finally being acknowledged! And you wouldn’t be her friend if you wouldn’t tend that celebrations! So with a mix of excitement, worries and nostalgia you went on the journey towards Lindon.

When you arrived, Galadriel greeted you with open arms and a radiant smile on her face! It must have been decades the last time you have seen each other. But before you could talk about old memories and laugh about the shenanigans you did when you were children, she introduced you to Elrond, the herald of the High King. He offered to guide you around since Galadriel had business to do and while he was giving you a small history lesson that wasn’t really anticipating, he also warned you to not get too deep into the forest. For someone who doesn’t know the woods very well it is easy to get lost in them. And the last thing Elrond wants is to lose you and having Galadriel yelling at him for not paying attention. You had to promise to not go on your own and to always stay in the city. And you really wanted to keep that promise. You really did.

The days before the celebration you tried to spend as much time with Galadriel as possible. But she still had some duties she had to attend to, so she would usually leave you alone in the evening. It is your third evening here in Lindon and you already wish to be back at your small cottage. Elves aren’t a noisy folk but still it seemed like their voices were yelling at you. All the people, the talking, the faint music in the distance - you weren’t used to it, so for that moment it was just too much for you. You needed a moment of silence and since you arrived in Lindon it seemed like the trees were talking to you. You remembered the promise you’ve made and said to yourself that you would only walk for a bit - not too far off, so you can easily find a way back. Also, you have the senses of an elf, so nothing could go wrong.

With a sense of childlike wonder, you ventured off the path that was before you and headed straight into the woods. The forest with its towering trees, vibrant flowers and singing birds, mesmerized you and you have totally forgotten the words of Elrond. With each step you take, you get further away from the city but closer to the calmness of your soul.

Lost in the magic of the moment, you failed to notice the sun slowly going down and being replaced by a soft darkness.

„Beautiful isn’t it?“ Suddenly, a voice broke through the silence of the trees, dragging you back to reality. Startled, you turned to find a men standing in front of you with a gentle smile on his face. His presence was both mysterious and comforting. You have seen his face before, many years ago, but you can’t remember who he was. Maybe a friend of your father?

„Indeed. While the soil here might look like any other forest, it is made of hope and wishes from those who have walked here before us." You spoke softly while maintaining your gaze on the man in front of you.

He came a few steps closer to you with a light smile on his face. „It has been a long time since someone recognized Lindon's beauty. Too many became used to its sight and stopped wondering what miracles it might hold.“ You listened carefully to his words and nodded „But it seems you are not from Lindon. Lost, perhaps?“

„Galadriel is a friend of mine, and I am not lost. My feet tend to carry me places where my heart wants to go but my thoughts are too afraid of.“ The man before opened his mouth to share his thoughts with you but was interrupted by the voice of Galadriel who came running towards you.

„Y/N you shouldn’t be here!“ She looked at you and then made eye contact with the dark-haired elf in front of you. „I apologize! Y/N is a visitor and a friend of mine, my king.“ You nearly tripped over a root when you heard your friend address that man as „my king“. The reason his face was so familiar is because he is the High King of the Noldor, Gil-Galad.

Galadriel drags you away from him before you have a chance to speak, scolding you for being so careless. You apologized to her several times and felt that by not addressing him by his title, you had offended the king. In fact, he felt no offense at all. The thought of your conversation still lingered in his mind as he watched you and Galadriel walk away. Whenever his shoulders are unable to bear the weight of the crown, he retreats into the forest to enjoy the silence. Usually, the elves of Lindon don’t go that far into the woods so he can be on his own. But today, you were carried deeper into the woods by your own feet without a care in the world. For a while, Gil-Galad watched you admire the flowers and trees while the last light of the setting sun was reflected in your eyes. He was in awe and for the first time in his long life, he didn’t have the courage to speak. But when darkness slowly reached out, he talked to you and he was immediately enchanted by your voice and words. He always thought that he had lost his heart in the woods but it seemed that you found it. Now it is up to you if you want to claim it for yourself.

To be continued 💗

@fenharel-enaste @starlady66 (I am back, I hope it is okay I tagged you guys again! :) )

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[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

The Favour

Pairing: Eönwë x Fem. Reader (Elf | Second Person POV)

Themes: Medieval! Ainur | Violence | Soft ending

Warnings: Violence | Mentions of blood and death | Use of weapons | kissing / mild smut (lime, I think) | Alcohol use 

Wordcount: 3.1k words

Summary: During the final day of the tourney, Eönwë approaches you, his servant, with a request that shocks everyone.

Rating: 🔥(brief paragraph) | Minors DNI | 18+

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The final day of the tourney dawned as it should: glorious and golden and windy and bright.

The tourney grounds were a sea of silken tents and shields and horses, knights in brilliantly plated armor, and squires running around to do their masters’ bidding. Pennants and flags snapped and fluttered with the wind. The air rang with the sounds of shouts and curses and laughter, hammers striking steel and iron, and it soon grew rich with the scents of bread and mead and meat roasting over braziers.

The royal box was already full. Everyone had been garbed in the most splendid robes and jewels. The king was present, as was the prince. Both were dressed in doublets of black and green studded with a double row of golden flames. Eru wore a crown of gold and emeralds and onyx, and his son wore none. He could not wear one until he was anointed under the light of the stars. Prince Manwë did not seem to mind. He spoke to the others, made jests, and put his name down for a wager.

What a wager it was. The king himself pledged the finest horse in his herd and an opportunity to hunt in the royal forests; a courtier pledged a fat purse of gold coin, and a lady threw in her emerald ring. Many and more threw their names into the pot, and the wager grew and grew. The sheer value was staggering. It was to be expected. The Lord Commander himself was jousting.

The Lord Commander. The Lord Commander, Eönwë Úrion. He commanded the king’s armies and was the fiercest soldier to have ever lived and breathed. A warrior without peer, so the singers said. No one could stand before him.

No one knew much of him besides his skills and prowess in battle either. Eönwë kept to himself. A disciplined man, he would start his day by breaking his fast with a simple meal before heading off to the armory to arm and armor himself. After morning rounds around Ilmarin, he would spend most of his day training himself and others and meeting with the king. He would see himself off to the baths before settling in his private library by evenfall if there were no pressing matters. Even his supper was a quiet affair. You would know; you served him yourself.

You left your mother and brother after the town crier came to the market square and shouted that the palace was looking for new maids. The coin proved too much to resist, and your family needed it. Your brother had been injured in a hunting accident, and your father left one day, never to return. Your family was left destitute. The work would be hard but the king was known to many as a fair and generous master to those who served him well. Leaving your family and the life you knew was a struggle, but it had to be done. A turn of the moon after your arrival, the Lord Commander had seen you and had asked you to serve him instead. A strange request was what it was, but you did not mind. Seeing just him was an easier task. Not having to be at the beck and call of every courtier at the palace was a pleasant prospect. The Lord Commander asked for little and barely spoke in the beginning. Then he slowly loosened his tongue.

He would ask after you, and your family. He would even laugh if you said something amusing. The moment you walked through the door and he caught sight of you, his eyes would light up. They would also follow you everywhere. 

You did not notice at first, but you felt it. A strange but pleasant prickling sensation crawled up your spine whenever your back was turned. When you turned, Eönwë would be looking somewhere else. It felt like he was not looking at all. But his cheeks… they always bore the tell-tale sign of a blush. Sometimes, his fingers would brush against yours before he locked eyes with you. He would look at you, his very gaze softening, and open his mouth to say something. Then he seemed to think better of it before looking the other way.  

It frightened you. And it flattered you. Eönwë was a kind man, one who treated you with nothing but the utmost courtesy. You soon looked forward to seeing him and talking with him, even helping him with his tasks. His touch, no matter how light or tender, would soon set your heart racing. His smile was enough to make your skin tingle. Slowly, he would find his way into your dreams. They were all sweet and beautiful dreams, filled with promises and magic. Come morning, those dreams would give way to the cold light of day and harshness of reality.

Eönwë would never go beyond brief touches and tender smiles. He was the Lord Commander, and a senior courtier besides. Courtship and marriage were matters of state for those such as him. The king had to approve of his choice, and you knew the king would never approve. You were a servant and lowborn. Eru would never bless such a union; he would expect his general to wed a lady of the highest birth. Any dream you may have had of Eönwë courting you and even marrying you would have to remain just that. A dream. Nothing more.

And now you were here, in the royal box, serving everyone. Of food there was aplenty. Guests of the royal family and the court helped themselves to figs and cheese and the finest berries of the season, and later, delicate pastries, pies, herbed sausages, and roasted corn. There were flagons of beer and flagons of ale and pitchers of cool water for those who had a thirst. You stood to one side after you had served and watched while scores of heroes and warriors rode before the king. Eönwë stood out in plated armor inlaid with golden swirls, and little sapphires and emeralds. He was a vision, tall and proud and fierce, every maiden’s dream made flesh. And his eyes only sought yours.

Eönwë had dreamed of you. He dreamed of you often, and every night. He would see himself chasing you through the empty halls and corridors of Ilmarin, always missing you by mere moments. Your laughter would ring out like a song. "Find me," you would say, and taunt him, and run away from him in a swirl of silk and ribbons. "I am here," you would say again, and then you would call out from somewhere else and say, "No. I am here. Here I am, my lord."

The game you played with him, one of cat and mouse, was both maddening and exhilarating. By the time he caught you, he was out of breath. You would whisper sweet endearments to him while he carried you to his chambers. Your laughter slowly turned to soft moans while he kissed you and lost himself in your flesh. He would grow drunk on your scent and sigh when his cheek brushed against the wisps of your hair. Your nails would rake down his back when you cried out his name. His name. Just his. The very thought of it was enough to send shivers down his spine.

Eönwë was certain he was dreaming now. He glanced up at you, hiding in the shadows, the wind sweeping through stray locks of your hair. Every high-born lady had her gaze fixed on him, but he did not see them. All he saw was you. 

Mercy, she is lovely, he thought. And he knew he had kept his true feelings towards you hidden for too long. Today, he said to himself. Everything will depend on today.

He shook his head when the Master of Revels came forth and a blare of trumpets sounded. The first tilts were announced, and riders went to take their places.

The rest of the day passed with warhorses snorting and charging down the lists, silks of red and green and silver and blue and every other color imaginable swirling around their saddles. Their charge would end in the splintering of wood and riders struck and unhorsed, and worse. More than one knight had to be carried off in a stretcher. Some would cough up blood. Those unfortunate few would never open their eyes at all.

Lord Tulkas was one of the riders who distinguished themselves. He rode brilliantly. His armor had been chased in silver and gold, and a golden bear reared on the crest of his helm. It glinted whenever it caught the sunlight. He first unhorsed Sir Tilion of House Archer, striking him with such force that he flew off his saddle and landed on the flat of his back with an awful clangor. The gasps from the crowd were loud, and the cheers that followed were louder still when Tilion rose to his feet and removed his helm to show that he was unharmed. He grinned wickedly and winked at a lady before walking off with his squire.

"Good thing it was not his Lord," Eru mumbled to his son. You were close enough to hear. "Oromë has a most wretched temper, I hear."

You kept your attention straight ahead, looking away only when called to serve. Eru called you and asked for something cold to drink. You made your way around lords and ladies and servants alike, only to slowly sneak into the ice cellar and find something you knew the king would like.

"Ah. Iced lemon water with honey?" Eru whispered, his silvery eyes lighting up with barely disguised glee when you returned. 

"The last of it, your grace," you whisper in reply before pouring a cup for him.

Eru accepted the cup with an eager hand. "My gratitude." He drank deeply and sighed in contentment. "Tell me, y/n, how long have you been working in the palace?"

You looked at him, shocked. The king knew you by name. "For… for almost a year now, your grace," you replied quickly after remembering your courtesies. 

Eru smiled. "And your family?" 

"Just my mother and brother, your grace," you told him. "My father left us one day. No one has heard a word from him since then."

"Is your brother employed?" The king inquired. "Does he have a trade?" 

"He helps my mother with the animals and her weaving, your grace. My brother is crippled, you see," you confided. "A hunting accident. He went after a boar and it gored his leg before it finally died."

It was strange that the king asked you such questions about your family. The others were straining their necks to listen, thinking the exchange would make choice gossip. It made you uncomfortable. Eru saw it. He turned and gave the rest such a look they withered into their seats. 

"Ignore that lot," he advised, not unkindly, and held up his cup. "And thank you for this."

You smiled and dipped into a deep curtsy before melting into the shadows. 

The jousts went on. Lord Tulkas went on to unhorse both Salmar of House Alqualondë and Arien of House Starfield, before losing a hard-fought match against one of his own, the lady Meássë. 

“Lady Meássë of House Shield!” The Master of Revels called. “Sir Makar, also of House Shield!”

Someone started another wager. This time it was to decide if Meássë or her twin, Makar, would win. Everyone talked in excited voices. The twins had never ridden against each other before. 

They took their places, their inky black chargers pawing at the earth. The twins were clad in armor enameled in the color of blood. Wisps of auburn hair could be seen beneath their helms. That was where the similarities ended. Makar was burly; his twin slender and lithe. Her helm bore a crouching lioness, his none. When the trumpets sounded they rode, the crowds crying out in unison. Their horses met in the center in a crash of wood against steel. It was a draw. They charged against each other a second time, then a third, evenly matched, before Meássë finally struck good fortune and her brother fell to the dirt. Makar, furious, removed his helm and hurled it into the crowd. Someone was nearly struck in the head. They shouted at him. Makar shouted back. His curses carried around the gallery. The jeers were loud. His twin laughed, and it enraged him. He would have done more had his lord not walked into the field and pointed to the king.

Makar stood to attention, his entire body tense. He clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles slowly turned white. He refused to leave, when custom demanded he do so. Finally, Lord Tulkas had to grab Makar by the arm and drag him away after giving an apologetic look at the king. Meássë followed, snickering to herself.

"Looks like Lord Oromë is not the only one with a temper," Prince Manwë observed. "What are you going to do, father?"

"Leave him be for now," Eru replied. "He has already made a fool of himself. That should serve for the present."

The next match was just as anticipated as the match between the twins. 

“Sir Ossë, freerider in the service of House Alqualondë!” Came the Master of Revels cry. “Against Lord Commander Eönwë Úrion of House Ilúvatar!”

All the ladies spoke in hushed, excited tones. As an unwed lord, Eönwë could ask a favor from any unwed lady he wished. You observed discretely how they fiddled with brooches and rings and wreaths. Eönwë removed his helm and rode slowly around the gallery before stopping beneath the royal box. His dark hair had been pulled into a neat braid for the jousts. The other ladies sat up straight and smiled brightly, thinking he would address them, and them alone. The Lord Commander let his eyes skim over the crowd before they found you, keeping to the shadows as always.

“My lady y/n," he addressed you directly. "I was hoping to ask for your favor."

The entire gallery went silent. You stood where you were, struck dumb by the request. The other ladies turned to look, not all of them kind. Eönwë kept looking at you, fear and hope warring in his eyes. 

His throat had tightened when he rode over to the royal box and found you still standing there, a glass pitcher in hand. What he was about to do was unheard of. Eönwë would not just be asking for your favor; he was hoping to court and wed you, a servant no less. The revelation would unleash quite the scandal at court, and he would have to take you away to wait out the storm. Eönwë considered the storm worth it, but everything hinged on your answer. 

The crowd waited and watched. Those in the royal box waited and watched. You could not hide. Not now. Not when everyone was looking at you, expecting you to do something. And you had to do something. Answer him, at the very least. 

"My lord," you said nervously and stepped out into the sunlight. "I... I am but a servant... your request... it... it may not even be proper."

"I do not care that you are a servant," Eönwë replied, more confident this time. "I would be honored to wear your favor. And court you, once this is all over."

There was an uproar. The other nobles were scandalized. Your heart pounded even as your ears filled with the shouts of hundreds of people. You glanced at the other ladies, those who were hoping the Lord Commander would seek them instead. They were furious, their eyes ablaze with anger. It made your blood run cold.

If he left me, you thought, frightened. I would be at their mercy.

"No one will harm you." Eönwë had seen the looks and was less than pleased. He expected this to happen, but not so brazenly. "Even if you refuse," he said, his heart gripped with fear. Eönwë feared you would refuse him. "No one will harm you. I give you my word."

You looked at him and saw only him. For once, you did not see the battle-hardened warrior of legend. All you saw was a man full of hope and fear and dread. What was it that he dreaded? Your refusal?

"My lord," you said, forcing yourself forward, each step a struggle, and turning a blind eye to the stares. "What you ask of me... the king..."

"The king already knows," Eru declared to everyone's shock. "And the king approves. And once you decide on a day, the king will gladly issue a proclamation."

You turned to face the king, as stunned as the rest. 

The questions, you reflected. The king knowing your name. Him asking after your family. Did the Lord Commander approach him already?

“Lord Eönwë approached me with his intentions," Eru said, his eyes glinting with good humor. "Go on. This king is not getting any younger."

 A smile worked its way across your face. Some of the others laughed. You turned back to Eönwë. His shy looks, his attempts to speak with you, they all made sense now. He wanted to court you. He even went as far as to ask the king for his blessing. All that remained was for you to give your answer. You licked your lips nervously, remembering your dreams, how sweet they were.

There will be a storm, you thought when you caught the ugly looks. And a price to be paid. Will he be worth it?

You looked at Eönwë again. He was looking at you expectantly. Perhaps the price would be worth it, with him by my side. Finally, you said, "I have nothing for a favor, my lord. Just a ribbon."

The way his deep blue eyes lit up, like they had been lit by the light of the sun itself. It took your breath away. "Then I will gladly accept it."

You placed the pitcher on a small table before removing a thin strip of embroidered silk bound around your braid. You walked right up to the balcony, hesitant to let go of it. "My mother made this for me."

"I will guard it with my life," Eönwë promised, even as he smiled at you. The fear that gripped his heart ebbed away into nothingness. His smile widened and grew when you finally let go of the ribbon and it floated down to him. He caught it and brought it to his lips. The act was simple, but the meaning was understood by everyone. He was choosing you and forsaking all others. The thought made your eyes grow wet with tears.

"I will see you when this is over, my lady," he said, before turning his horse and riding back to his place, your ribbon firmly in his palm.

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[del-simp-frutal]

¿Un empujón?

La compañía está siendo perseguida y solo hay un escondite, pero hay un "pequeño" inconveniente.

Thorin x human!reader

A duras penas entró Bombur, no debería ser difícil para ella ¿verdad? Bueno. . .

Las piedras estrechas daban la idea de que realmente no habría nada adentro, un buen escondite para los enanos y mejor para el hobbit. La pobre muchacha desearía que el mago se encontrará con ellos para usar algún hechizo o algo para agrandar la entrada.

Observó atenta como los demás entraban, claro, también poniendo atención de que no se acercarán nadie más y los atacará. Hasta que quedó el líder de la compañía y ella.

Hay un detalle que su capa siempre ha ocultado y el largo de la túnica medio lo hace, por ello quería entrar de último.

Decencia, por favor.

—Es tu turno.— Habló Thorin, estas miradas no servirían contra él.

Pasaría sin problema si no fuera porque su capa lo tiene Bilbo que amablemente se ofreció a cocerla luego de que se rasgara. —¿No sería mejor que pase usted, majestad?—

—Solo entren, no falta mucho para que los huardos nos encuentren.— Kili hablo con su cabeza medio asomada por ahí, bueno, parece que no podrá ganar.

No dijo nada más y la muchacha se acercó examinando la abertura, claro está que ella es más alta que ellos al ser humana, pero una vez adentro es más espaciosa. Comenzó agachandose y metiendo su cabeza, algo estrecho e iba bien (no era por ofender, pero si Bombur lo logró ¿por qué ella no?) hasta que llegó la cadera. Su chaleco daba la ilusión de que su figura era recta, pero después de todo es una mujer y una que otra curva tiene. Por desgracia, también hay atributos más que otros y el mayor está atrás.

Ahora el rey podía ver el problema, el pobre desvío la mirada con vergüenza. Sentía el calor de sus mejillas por ser el único que puede ver tal escena de esa forma y también lo agradece.

Unos tiros y no, después de la cadera no podía pasar bien. Incluso la espada desapareció en su equipo para pasar y no, con Bombur también fue difícil y no pensaron que contigo también.

Pero no dejaron que esto desanimara, claro que no, risas de que las apariencias engañan. Burlándose de una posible gordura mientras Fili se ofreció a tirar de sus brazos, lo peor apenas empezaba ya que Bofur se acercó a la abertura para pedirle a un Thorin muy sonrojado de que debería empujar.

¿Ya estaba rojo? Bueno, ahora sí. Como la manzana más jugosa, brillante y roja del mejor jardín del hobbit más orgulloso. Sí, rojo. ¿De dónde se suponía que iba empujar?

Lo hicieron con Bombur, aunque el tardó mucho más pero ella sería más fácil y ahí estaba el rey. Tomando de la forma más respetuosa una pierna para empujar, con maldiciones y un rostro muy rojo se sintió cómicamente muy idiota.

Su corazón latía con fuerza que pronto se saldría de su pecho hasta que las grandes manos del Rey resbalaron hasta la retaguardia, una cosa sería las manos pero casi toda su figura fue estrellarse con la suficiente fuerza para lograr meterla e incluso él logró entrar.

Si, bueno. Lo que no creyó que pasaría sería estrellarse contra un buen trasero.

¿Castigo o premio? Una gran duda en que su corazón y otra "cosa" se emocionan pero la vergüenza, oh Mahal.

—¡No fue tan difícil!— Felicito Gloin, pero luego noto a la única humana roja que se quedó sentada en el suelo. —¿Te lastimaste?—

Los ojos de Thorin se agrandaron ante la idea de lastimarla cuando se resbaló a sus muslos y. . .más allá. —¡N-no!— Se apresuró la mujer, pero pronto Nori se acercó para levantar un dedo a sus labios en forma de silencio. Los aullidos comenzaron a sonar, los huargos estaban cerca y notaron un túnel. Las miradas fueron entendibles y todos siguieron el túnel. Todos, menos el par de tomates.

Thorin aclaró su garganta y se acercó para ofrecerle su mano, ella. . .bueno, tan valiente y confiada ha sido en el viaje y ahora no puede dirigirle la mirada, pero aceptó su mano. Sentía como se aceleraba su corazón y en cualquier momento iba salirse.

Trago saliva antes de hablar. —Lo siento, mi señora. No era mi intención. . .bueno, tocar-.— Y fue interrumpido por una risa que trato cubrir con sus manos la humana. La risa es contagiosa y una pequeña se le escapó al rey, Mahal, esto es muy vergonzoso. —Está-á bien, querías ayudar.—

Y dejo salir el aire de sus pulmones, es un alivio que no se enojara ni se ofendiera. Aunque ahora no puede borrar el recuerdo y ese conocimiento oculto, rápidamente desvió la mirada y eso le causó más gracia.

—Solo a la próxima, avísame.— Se apresuró con un guiño y casi se ahoga el enano. —¿Qué? No-o, digo, sí avisaré, pero yo no-o ¿o sí?— Y más tropiezos verbales para el pobre Thorin, estaba por pedir una explicación cuando noto como ella corría tras los demás al túnel y su mirada se desvió en su retaguardia. . .

Demonios, Thorin. Contrólate.

No dijo nada y siguió a la joven con prisa con un terrible sonrojo, tal vez en la noche le pida una explicación. Pero primero debe tratar de olvidar o distraerse por la breve sensación de sus manos en-.

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[verk0my]

my mind is a place that I can't escape your ghost

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[elfy-elf-imagines]

Tolerate It | Thranduil

▹ Pairing: Thranduil x Human!Reader

▹ Genre: Angst

▹ Words: ~2k

▹ Summary: A political alliance makes you the new wife of the elven king Thranduil, trapping you in a gilded cage of elven craft.

▹ Notes: I couldn't get this idea out of my head.

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The banquet hall of Eryn Galen was buzzing with high energy. 

The lights were bright, the drinks flowing. Each guest was too deep in their cups as the band played jaunty tunes that kept spirits high. You sat at the end of the table, to the direct right of Thranduil, Legolas seated directly across from you to the king's left. 

Everything was beautiful, similar to what you imagined heaven may look like. The celebration had been highly anticipated, the steward meticulously planning for months to ensure the night would be perfect. 

Each guest had dressed to the nines, and you had been no exception. Silks that flowed like a languid river, braids woven throughout your hair, and glittering jewels that rivaled the stars in the sky. You’d felt quite pretty after your handmaidens finished, taking in your appearance with rapt attention. 

Yet as the king - your husband - met with you, he barely paid you more than a glance. Not a single compliment or acknowledgment slipped from his lips, just the stiff offering of his arm and a cold demeanor you’d never been able to break through.

Not even the bitterness of the red wine you drank could ease the pain festering inside you. You glanced at Thranduil, his attention on his steward whispering something in his ear. Regal and commanding, you’d thought marriage to the elven king would be something out of a fairytale. Yet your story became twisted, and instead of a happy ending, you were trapped in a doomed marriage. It was like a wall separated you from him; you’d tirelessly beat against it with a hammer; Thranduil was on the other end, reinforcing the stone. 

You glanced down at your dress, the pale green fabric, Thranduil’s favorite shade. Even still, you were desperate for his validation and approval, like a child tugging at their father’s sleeves. A stray hair fell in front of your face, and you pushed it behind your ear, hands ghosting over your rounded ears. Maybe if you’d been an elf and not a human, he might view you as an equal and not a consolation prize. 

One hand below the table closed into a tight fist while you downed the rest of your wine in one gulp. 

Legolas met your eye from across the table with an almost apologetic grin. You returned it with a tight smile you tried to make pleasant. Legolas knew all too well the neglect his father could inflict, so he often preferred the forests over the palace. There was an understanding that made your pain more bearable. 

The handmaidens you brought from home and your stepson, who was older than your eldest living relatives, were all that kept you from falling into true despair. 

Like clockwork, a servant filled your chalice, and you gladly drank. This wine was sweeter and less sharp than the red you were expecting. Once again, you looked towards Thranduil, no longer speaking with his steward but quietly watching the party play out. You reached out, delicately placing your hand over his, only for his to push it away, not bothering to pay you a glance. 

The blatant rejection stung, always taking up too much space and time. Would Thranduil even notice if you’d stolen away into the night? If you pulled the dagger your marriage embedded in you, breaking free and leaving this miserable life behind. What might it be like to shed the weight of Thranduil’s cold disposition and an overly suspicious, judgmental, elvish kingdom? You’d be free and weightless for the first time in years. 

Yet, just as soon as the fantasies came, they fizzled out with the weight of reality. You had no money of your own, no survival skills, and nowhere to go. If you returned home, your father would ship you back to Thranduil. The dark forests and the creatures that lurked within would kill you. There was nowhere to go. No freedom to be found. 

You didn’t bother hiding the frown on your lips; no one in the room paid you much mind. They looked through you as if you were a phantom that clung to the residence of its former life. How was it possible to be in such a crowded room and yet still be so alone?

"How much longer do you believe this will go on for?"

At some point, Legolas had moved from across the table and was now seated to your left, watching the crowded room with thinly veiled discomfort.

" I hope for not much longer. I've never been amendable to crowds so large as this one."

Legolas laughed, the noise swallowed by the noise of the room. "And yet you are queen; should you not be used to such raucous parties?"

You tilted your glass towards him, a slight quirk on your lips.

"I could say the same about you, prince."

He nodded in silent agreement, quickly drinking from his glass, which you noticed was filled with water and not wine.

"I get to run off to the forest. How do you deal with all of this?" The smile on your face fell as your eyes dimmed, a reminder of your current standing.

"No one pays me mind. A blessing, I suppose." You attempted to laugh it off, but you couldn't keep the somberness from your tone. You were trapped in a gilded cage, a prisoner in your own home.

"Then I suppose I'll need to take more respites in the castle."

"You don't need--"

"I insist; what kind of friend would I be if I didn't check on your wellbeing."

So warm and inviting, it made you wonder how Legolas could be the son of Thranduil; he must take after his mother. You wondered, if only for a moment, how different your life might be if you'd been married to Legolas instead of his father. He was the more age appropriate option and if he didn't love you he'd at least respect you. But those thoughts were pointless; you'd been married to Thranduil and not Legolas.

"I think I'm technically your stepmother."

"But you feel more like a friend."

You didn't bother to argue, placing down your wine chalice to take a cool water drink. It was refreshing, soothing the burn the wine had created.

"Then I am glad we are friends."

Before he could respond, a member of his guard called his name. The elf enthusiastically waved him over, yelling something in elvish too slurred for you to understand.

Legolas shook his head, refusing the call, but you placed a single hand on his shoulder.

"Go, enjoy the night. I'll be fine over here."

He tried to discern if you were being dishonest but found nothing but sincerity. Just because you were miserable didn't mean he should be. With a single nod, Legolas left the table to join the group forming in the corner of the room.

Left in the chaos with no one to speak with, you picked up the chalice with wine. At some point during your conversation, Thranduil wandered off, talking with some of the higher-ranking nobles.

Thickly, you swallowed, hiding your face as you slowly drank from your glass.

When would this torment end?

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The night dragged on at an impossibly slow speed. Your sorrow brought time to a near halt. By the time the crowd began to thin and Thranduil had escorted you back to your shared chambers, you’d forgotten how many glasses of wine you consumed. You managed to keep your composure and pride, not letting you show how light and lethargic the alcohol made you. 

Now, you sat before your vanity, preparing for bed as did Thranduil. There were so many pins placed in your hair that you struggled to pull them out without ripping your hair. Your head throbbed, and your frustration was building; you just wanted sleep. A cold hand pushed yours away, tangling in your hair. With practiced and fluid movements, Thranduil began to take down your hair. He was quick and efficient, his hands in your hair almost soothing.

The action was oddly domestic, and it caused a pang of pain in your chest. If the gods had been fair enough to bless you with a husband who loved you, this would be a nightly occurrence, not a rare show of care. 

“There’s too many pins in your hair.” Always critical; nothing would ever be good enough. 

A beat of silence passed; did he even want you to speak?

“It was a special occasion; I wanted something different done to my hair.” 

Clink. He placed the last pin on the table and stepped away from you.

“It was a bit gauche.”

Expression tight, you stared at your reflection, focused on your dark hair that tangled too quickly and your nearly pallid complexion. Gauche and graceless, the elves would never view you as their own. 

“I thought it looked nice.” 

His answer was to silently turn his back to you, moving to the other end of the room. The silence was maddening. Your attention never moved from your reflection, lips downturned as your eyes hardened. Pain turned to rage, pity becoming an all-consuming fire that threatened to turn all in your wake to ash. 

“Why marry me?” Your tone was harsh, firmer than you could remember speaking.

Thranduil let out a sigh, seemingly annoyed at your mere presence. Normally, his disregard made you shrink, and maybe it was the wine, but it only made you straighten your back, meeting his eyes through his reflection in your mirror. 

“To seal an alliance with your kingdom, you know this.” He was always condescending; he was so much older and wiser. 

“I understand political marriages, but why marry me? You’ve managed political alliances without offering your hand in marriage; you even have a son to marry off. So why--” You slowly stood from your chair, turning to face him directly. “-marry me?”

“Would you have preferred to marry Legolas?” 

“I’d prefer you answer my question. So I’ll ask once more: why marry me?” You strode towards him, eyes narrowed.

“To ensure an alliance with your family.”

“That is it? For no reason other than that.”

Thranduil looked down at you, his lips tight.

“Did you hope to hear differently?” He tilted his head, eyes ice cold and bitter. “Ours was a marriage of convenience, not love.”

You clenched your jaw, swallowing thickly. All of it for nothing, a marriage he knew would never succeed. He may have been content with a loveless life after the passing of his wife, but he knowingly dragged you into it. To turn your life into a void--

You wanted to scream, to yell obscenities at him, to spit all the vile venom his careless behavior filled you with. But it would do no good. An emotional breakdown wouldn’t mend your rift; there was no foundation of respect to rebuild. It was just endless nothingness. Standing at the precipice, you would simply fall into a never-ending pit. 

“I see.”

A hint of shock made his eyes widen a fraction, expecting an outburst like the one you fantasized about. Humans weren’t known for patience, yet it wasn’t patience that kept you silent. It was dejection; you'd given up hope of anything better than what you had.

You dared not move, not even blink until Thranduil turned towards the door.

“I think I will ensure the keep is secured. Goodnight.” 

Head turned, yet your eyes remained where he once stood; you remained silent. The door opened and quietly shut behind his retreating form. Only then did you exhale the breath you’d been holding. 

The bed was plush under your body, and the comforter was like a cloud, yet you’d never felt more miserable. You turned your back to the side Thranduil would take when he returned to the chambers. Eyes shut, soothed by the darkness, you dreamed of something more.

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[mystery-star]

I know Tolkien didn't mean those thongs but I can't get the picture out of my head now.

#the hobbit #hobbit #thorin #thorin oakenshield #jrr tolkien #tolkien #hobbit book #book #elves #like if anyone who can draw better than be feels inclined to do this let me know #also not to be too bagginshield here #but imagine he WAS wearing underwear-thongs and bilbo sees him like this

[frost-queen]

Lady of Mirkwood | (Reader x Thranduil)

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| Meeting Thranduil

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

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

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

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

| Life at the woodland realm

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

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

| Legolas

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

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

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[linddzz]

Latest idea floating around in my head: a twist on the Hob saving Morpheus from the time-out ball, except that's where they first met each other.

Hob's still immortal, it's just that Death was the one who came and gave him the deal of meeting every 100 years

(is this also bc I'd love Death being Hob's centennial buddy? Her being way less reserved and straight up telling him who she is. Her delight at his delighting over life. The rage in him when Eleanor and Robyn die. Death took them and she wouldn't even say anything to him when she did it. Also I'd like to see him just immediately choke and squirm like a bastard as soon as he starts explaining his new shipping business to her in 1789. Yes and hell yes gimme Hobsie and Death as bros.)

So Hob is trying out new stuff again. He's never tried out being a magus and gets himself in as a member of Burgess' order and eventually an acolyte.

And then he's introduced to the "devil" that Burgess keeps in the dungeon. He's to help study up on strengthening the wards around the sphere and all that. And boy is he deeply, super uncomfortable with the sight of this frail man trapped in a cage.

("Don't let his pretty face fool you." Burgess will tell him, "the thing is a demon who would destroy us all if given half a chance."

To be fair, Morpheus does not help his case at all and his expression clearly says "you fuckin bet I will")

And Hob is Hob. So while he's working on studying up on wards (which so happens to involve a lot of careful, detailed study of the wards around the sphere) he's chatting at the thing in it. He complains about the boss, talks about the War, tells the demon about his day while the demon either glares at him or makes a hilariously big show of not paying attention. Sometimes Hob straight up shirks work (with a winking "you won't tell the boss right?") And just reads books.

And he nearly shrieks in surprise when he's reading some new novel called The Hobbit out loud and looks up to find the demon watching and obviously interested. So of course Hob is gonna keep reading him stories and keep studying those binding spells super closely.

And ok that's where I gotta admit the story doesn't have a solid conclusion in my head yet (besides obviously Hob is gonna bust Dream out and then get kissed a LOT) but I do have one bit where Morpheus first talks to him and of course it's just cryptic weird shit. Because Morpheus has started watching this shit-wizard who won't shut the fuck up back and can tell that something is OFF about him.

So just imagine Hob is yammering away about how he thinks the masters kid and the gardener have something going on, and he nearly shits himself when the "demon" presses a hand against the glass and says

"Death has touched you. I see it now. My siblings marks upon you. Is that what you are here for? To report to them? To let them see how low their family has come? So they do know what has come of me then, and they have sent you to chatter away and truly make it clear that they will do nothing."

Hob's just like. "WHAT?? SIBLINGS?! You TALK??! Hang on you know Death???!" But Morpheus already is back to curling in on himself in a furious pissy sulk

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

Seeing you hurt makes me hurt; Aragorn x teen reader

*Author’s note*

This request comes from @panic-in-the-multiverse​  who wanted an Aragorn x daughter teen reader and so this was born. Now this is the first time I’ve ever written for Aragorn (at least in awhile) so please be nice and be kind (no tolerance for bullying here). So enjoy my lovelies and until the next update.

Warnings: blood, violence, near-death, fluff, bit of angst.

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Todays the day, I can feel it.  The timing couldn’t be more perfect than this right now.  I was successfully hidden within the trees and right below me was the infamous Strider at the bank of the river refilling his waterskin.  Silently I climbed down the tree and stalked towards him like a wolf on the hunt.  I unhooked my horn and raised it to my lips but before I could blow into it he spoke up without even turning around to face me.

“Don’t even think about it.” I blew out a raspberry and hooked my horn back to my belt and sat down beside him.

“How’d you even know it was me?”

“I’m your father I know everything.” He said. “Now where have you been?”

“I thought you knew everything.” I mocked him.  To which he lowered his hands into the river and splashed me with it.  I let out a shriek at the cold water that hit my face and of course I never take a challenge lying down.  So I reached down with my hands and splashed the water towards Strider who ducked himself inward to avoid as much water getting on his face.

I laughed victoriously and that’s when we ended up spending the next several minutes in a water war with each other.

For those that are curious as to how I’ve come to be in the guardianship of Aragorn (yes I know of his true name. He kept it from me for a good few years though but that’s another story) it all began when I was but a small child.

I don’t remember much of my old home but I remember seeing a white horse on a green flag. But my village was ransacked by the Wild Men, they killed my father right as they came through the door and my mother told me to run and hide.  I did as I was told but I could hear and I remember them seeing her getting dragged off by the Wild Men along with some other women from the village.

I didn’t get very far when I was found by Aragorn.  I had ran as far as the wild plains when I spotted his campsite.  I tried to run but I had tripped and cut my leg pretty badly on the ground, and it was there he healed my leg up and after a while he gave me a choice; he could take me to the capital city of my homeland, or I could travel with him and he could teach me how to fight, hunt, track and heal others.  And I’m sure you know what I ended up choosing.

“Alright. Before we end up draining this river, we best continue on our path to Mirkwood if we are to take our prisoner there in time.” He told me.

“Right.”

“Which by the way you were supposed to keep an eye on him.”

“There’s no need. Ever since we tied him up with the Elvish rope he’s been writhing in agony. Plus I also put a shackle to his foot to ensure he couldn’t escape in case he was faking.”

“You’ve learned.” He teased as we walked back towards our campsite.  When we got back to where we had slept for the evening (after a nonstop 3 days travel ever since catching him), there tied and chained near a tree was the pitiful creature Gollum.  Writhing and hacking on his spit.

“It hurts us! It hurts us! Gollum! Gollum!”

“You’ll be fine stop your complaining.” I snapped as I went over to the tree with the keys and unlocked the shackle from the tree.

“Small girl speaks like nasty goblinses.”

“Call me a goblin one more time and I’ll show you what I can do!” I snapped at him.

“Easy Silent-stalk. Don’t let this creature get in your head.” He called me by my Ranger alias. I earned the name Silent-Stalk by the other Rangers (as well as my dad) when I showed them just how silent I could sneak up on my enemies.  Some would even say that I’ve been gifted with being part Elf since I’m so light on my feet.

“Yes Strider. My apologizes.” Aragorn then walked over and untied Gollum’s rope from the same tree and gave him a small yank, knocking him over to the ground.

“If you wish to keep speaking, it’d be wise to not antagonize my pupil. Next time I won’t be as merciless in letting her unleash her wrath if she deems to do so. Understood?” the creature Gollum panted and looked up at Aragorn with harsh eyes and continued to hack out it’s name.  “Is that understood?”

“Must not answer dirty, stinky Rangerses.” The creature hissed lowly.  We tacked up out horses and we proceeded onward to Mirkwood (and with any luck hopefully by nightfall we would arrive at the Elven Gate if we kept going like this).

As the sun was halfway down the sky, signaling that it was now mid-afternoon (I’d roughly call it about 3-4 o’clock in the afternoon maybe even 5).

“Now remember my child, the Woodland elves of Mirkwood aren’t like the Elves you’ve met in Rivendell and Lórien. It’d be wise to just allow me to do the talking when we are presented to King Thranduil.” Aragorn spoke to me in Elvish.

“Yes ada. But didn’t Legolas once hail from Mirkwood? And he’s not so bad.”

“He did but he left to become his own ellon after the Battle of the Five Armies. His father though now accepting of travelers into his realm still holds suspicions of their reasons for entering his realm.”

“Then it’s fortunate that you had already sent word to him telling us of our arrival with the creature, isn’t it?”

“It is indeed. But keep a sharp eye out. There is still many dangers we must be aware of.” I nodded in understandment and we proceeded onward.  Just like I had said, we soon arrived at the entrance of Mirkwood.

For the first time I took a look at the sickly forest that was once the Greenwood of old and I felt sick to my stomach at looking at it dead.  

Dead leaves scattered everywhere as far as the eye could see, the rich brown trunks were all but non-existent as they were dried up of any nutrients, and were shedding their barks in the most unnatural way you can think of.  And an eternal dark cloud hovering over the forest giving it that ominous feel to it.

“Should we cross it now?” I asked him.  Aragorn got off his horse and entered through the trees and walked around the gate’s entrance.  Moving aside dried up vines and leaves.  “Strider?” I called out to him.

“I think it’d best be wise we cross the forest at dawn. The darkness that lies within these woods are perilous enough, to try and brave them at night would be an impossible task. Not only to the Spiders still remain but rumors have said that orcs have been making their settlement in the Southern borders of this forest.”

I nodded and got off my black stallion and patted his shoulder to which he nickered.  Aragorn walked back towards us and untied Gollum from his stallion.  After he was able to rest, the creature lay there flat on the ground, his face in the dirt sobbing and pleading for us to release them.

“The sooner we’re rid of him the better.” I muttered as I walked over to him.  “At least the Wild men prisoners we’ve captured didn’t complain this much. It’s like trying to wrangle a whining toddler.”

“I understand your anger but you must not lose your patience as well. This creature is pitiful that much is true, but don’t underestimate your opponents.”

“Please. All this thing could do is whine and complain to the point where I’d go mad.”

“So much still to learn.” Aragorn said as he ruffled my head.  “Get a fire going, I’ll set up the bedrolls for the night. As well as manage him.” He gestured to Gollum.  I nodded and proceeded to gather up some firewood and started it up much like Aragorn taught me.

As we made camp for the night and I was boiling up some stew.  I took notice of just how low our rations were getting.

“You think King Thranduil would be willing to spare a couple of carrots, maybe even some taters? We’re just about to spend the last of our rations.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” He replied.

“What’s taters precious? What’s taters?” Gollum asked me.  I then turned to him and emphasized.

“Po-ta-toes! Boils, mash em, stick em in a stew. Not only do I prefer them mashed but they go good as a nice crispy chip with a big plate of deer meat.” Gollum scoffed and cringed in disgust.  “Even you couldn’t say no to that.”

“Oh yes we coulds.” He whined.  Gods the sooner we’re rid of him the better.  I dipped the spoon into the stew and did a quick taste test.  I looked around the spice sack and dug up some left over basil leaves and sprinkled them into the stew before stirring it up again. I did another taste test and found the stew to be perfect.  “It’s ready.”

I grabbed Aragorn’s bowl and poured the stew into it and he came and took it just as I poured me some into my bowl.

“Grab the extra one and prepare him some.” He whispered to me.  I turned to Gollum and shook my head.

“He won’t take it you know?”

“It’d be a waste if he take him to Thranduil dead from hunger.”

“I say just let him perish.”

“Silent-stalk. You know we all need him alive. Now do as your told.”

“Yes Strider.” As much as I wanted to prove him right and argue all night with him about Gollum ‘picky’ eating, when he used his ‘father’ voice I knew there was no changing his mind. Grumbling under my breath I went ahead and poured some stew in one of the few extra bowls we carry, trudged over to the creature and dumped it at his feet.  “Eat.”

Gollum hissed at me and snarled.

“Nasty bad girlses poison it. She’s trying to poison us! Poison!”

“Please if I wanted to kill you I’d do it with my sword beheading you. Quick, swift and right to the point.” Aragorn glared at me while I rolled my eyes and went back to my stew.

“It’s nasty. No meats! No meats at all! She ruins it! Stupid, fat she-rangers! Gollum, Gollum!”

“You either eat or starve in the Woodland realm. Remember we gave you every opportunity to eat while you were in our charge. Thranduil is not as generous with his prisoners.” Aragorn told Gollum before taking a bit of his stew.  Gollum grumbled before taking the bowl and decided to just play with his food instead of eating it before he tossed it aside.  A good bowl of stew gone to waste.

“I told you he wouldn’t eat.” I muttered as I chewed up a potato piece before swallowing.

“Think you can take charge of watching over him?” he asked me redirecting the conversation.

“Are you serious?” I asked.

“I need to look around later tonight to ensure we’re not being followed. You know Sauron’s spies are still trying to find him. For he’s the one creature who knows where the Ring is.”

“Why can’t I go scouting for spies and you stay with him?”

“Because I’m the oldest one out of the two of us and I know what’s best for you.” I softly whined. “It’s just for a few hours, I’ll try to be back as fast as I can, so can you try to keep calm until I return?”

“I can it’s just that he—” I groaned as I briefly looked at Gollum before turning away from him.

“Tomorrow we’ll be rid of him. Take comfort in that.” I softly huffed.  “And if you do a good job, we might head back to Rivendell and I can have the swordsmiths forge you a new sword that you’ve been asking for.”

“In Elvish make?”

“Lord Elrond has told me that if anyone is worthy to wield an Elvish blade, it’s you.” A little bribery eh? Well at least this once I’ll go along with it.

“You swear to me?” I questioned.

“When have I ever broken a promise to you?” never.  He extended his hand out to me and we both shook on it.

When nightfall came; Aragorn had left on his patrol leaving me alone with the creature Gollum. Whilst I was keeping an eye on him, I took out my daggers and examined them and saw they needed a good sharpen. So I grabbed some of my sharpening tools and began to sharpen up my daggers.

It was then I got a bit suspicious about what Gollum was doing.  His back was towards me but he kept reaching over grabbing whatever rock or stick he could reach and was silently muttering to himself.  I pocketed my daggers and silently withdrew my sword and stalked towards him.

Each step was silent and precise as I got closer and closer to the pitiful creature.  I then touched the blade to his neck and whispered darkly.

“Don’t. move.” Gollum stopped his movements but didn’t seem shocked or surprise.  “What are you doing?”

“She’d like to know. Yesssss…..nasty, rude girl would like to know whats we was doing precious? Then let us tell her whats she wants to know.” Suddenly dust and rocks were thrown into my face.  The dust and dirt burned my eyes as I tried to wipe them clean with my sleeve.

It was then I felt myself being tackled by the creature and I felt sharp teeth dig into the junction of where my neck and shoulder met.  The damn creature had bitten me!  I tried to fight back but Gollum managed to pin my arms down and bite down harder.

I screamed louder and that’s when I heard an angry exclaim and the weight was thrown off my body. My neck felt warm and sticky as my vision was starting to go blurry and I kept coughing up blood.

The last thing I saw was the bright silhouette of a figure standing over me and the sounds of Gollum roaring and pleading for his life.

When I awoke the first thing I felt was something soft underneath my back.  I slowly moved my hands around to feel the material around me was satin, or was it silk? I’m always getting this confused.  Anyway the next thing I did was try to open my eyes.

At first it was difficult because all I wanted to do was keep them shut but soon enough after blinking a few times, I managed to get them open.  I looked around to see that I was in a room that almost looked like I was in a cave of stone and wait was it also tree-like?  I also heard the sound of a calming waterfall and that’s when I saw a small fountain just on the other side of the room.

But what caught my attention was Aragorn who was sleeping right at my bedside in a chair holding my hand in both of his.

“Ada.” I softly whispered.  At the sound of my voice, he woke up and his body language showed immediate relief.

“Oh (Y/n), oh my little she-wolf. How are you feeling?”

“A bit sore but—I’m okay.”

“Oh my darling I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have left you alone with the creature Gollum. I should’ve been there to protect you.” I placed my other hand on top of his and I said.

“It’s alright. I don’t blame you. In the end you came back for me, just like you always do.” His eyes glistening with tears but a solemn smile softly spread across his face.

“I just…..” he reached up and cupped the side of my face.  “When I found you, all those years ago. Never did I think I would be—good enough to protect you. The life of a Ranger is perilous, filled with danger and heartbreak.”

“And I wouldn’t trade that for anything in the world, even after knowing your true name.”

“But every time I see you hurt, it hurts me. And I feel nothing but self-loathing at the fact that most of the time it is because you are associated with me that you get hurt.”

“And the rest of that time it is because of my clumsiness and inexperience.” I cupped his face, the scruff of his beard softly tickling my palm and fingers.  “You always blame yourself every time I get hurt. But you’re always there to patch me up. It’s always been you to give me comfort whenever the pain was too much. And it’s always been you to give me words of wisdom to help me get back up.”

“I just feared this time would’ve been the last time.”

“But it wasn’t. And even if it was—know that I never would blame you. Nor could I hate you. So don’t keep trying to blame yourself for something that couldn’t be helped. No matter who it was that was watching Gollum.”

“When did you ever get so wise?”

“I learned from the best ada.” He softly smiled and leaned forward and kissed my brow before resting his forehead against mine.

“Pardon me Strider,” a female voice spoke up.  Aragorn separated from me and the red haired she-elf that stood at the door continued, “My King wishes to speak with you about the prisoner you’ve delivered to us.”

“Yes. Thank you Tauriel.”

“And you need not worry about your daughter, I shall check on her wound and see how the healing has progressed.” Dad turned towards me and I nodded softly to him telling him to go.  He pressed another kiss to the crown of my head before finally leaving my room.  “He has not left your side since we brought you here to our realm.” The she-elf Tauriel said.

“How long was I out?”

“Five days. For a moment we feared that we lost you, but you must be blessed by the Valar themselves to have survived such a wound. Especially with how deep and infected it was.” She said as she came up and sat down in dad’s seat.

“Guess I am.” She then asked me for permission to check my wound (which I gave her).  She applied more Athelas to it as well as some type of salve to it but she said it was growing less infected by the day.

After about a week of recovery, and getting fresh supplies from King Thranduil himself, dad and I packed up our supplies and we left the Woodland realm to wherever the wind took us next.

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[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Top 10 Tolkien Characters to be with Neurodivergent Partners.

1. Boromir

2. Glorfindel

3. Elrond

4. Aragorn

5. Arwen

6. Bilbo

7. Faramir

8. Eowyn

9. Kili

10. Thranduil

Might do headcanons for these one day x

#Tolkien #Tolkien imagine #boromir #Boromir x reader #Glorfindel #Glorfindel x reader #Elrond #Elrond x reader #autism #autistic!reader #adhd #adhd!reader #Aragorn #Aragorn x reader #Arwen #Arwen x reader #Bilbo #Bilbo x reader #Faramir #Faramir x reader #eowyn #eowyn x reader #Kili #Kili x reader #Thranduil #Thranduil x reader

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hello friend! Im so excited to have a new writer in the fandom!

if you are taking requests, (I’m gonna give you a broad one) legolas/reader with cuddles!

I hope you have a great day!

~ @entishramblings // vaya

a/n: thank you so much, i hope you enjoy this

Legolas and cuddles head cannons!

synopsis: as the tittle says, g!n reader

warnings: none! just fluff.

requests are open and encouraged!

- he’s a spooner. he absolutely loves to spoon, he’ll happily be the big spoon but he also likes being spooned, especially if you’re smaller then him

- however he likes cuddling in any position, and he will cuddle you whenever he has the chance to

- if he’s reading, he wants you in his lap, if you’re cooking, he’s hovering over you, if neither of you are doing anything that day, he wants to lay with you in bed

- sometimes when he wants to take a break from his duties, he’ll take you into the forest and sit under a tree, you in-between his legs, back against his chest and he’ll rest his head on your shoulder and play with your hands, he finds it relaxing

- he will give you kisses every so often, wherever he can when you he’s holding you, your face, neck, shoulders, hands, back etc etc

- he likes to hum, and you can feel the vibrations from it though your body whenever he does, kinda has the same effect of a cats purr

- he’s really quiet when he moves, so he likes to surprise you by hugging you from behind when you don’t know he’s there. it still startles you sometimes even though he’s done it millions of times

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#the silmarillion #ungoliant #jrr tolkien #spiders tw #tolkien tag #i imagined this and had to manifest it sorry

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Saltstone Keep: A layout of Olwë’s palace and surrounding grounds

The Saltstone Keep is built atop a small hill. This hill sits above a large aquifer of fresh water. By channeling through the rock, Olwë's miners and artificers constructed a network of terracotta pipes that ensures the Keep is supplied with clean water and not dependent on the city beneath it.

The curtain walls of the Keep and the palace proper are made with a mixture of stone quarried from the Saltstone cliffs, coral slabs, and mortar. Before the first kinslaying, the outer curtain wall purely served as a decorative function, and in the shape of a turtle. There was no second curtain wall around the palace. After the first Kinslaying, the following additions were made:

The outer curtain wall was raised and fortified.

Bastions, watchtowers, a drawbridge, and a bell tower were added to it.

A deep, dry moat was dug around the outer walls.

The hunter’s lodge was turned into a proper barracks. A smithy and armory were also added.

A second curtain wall and a portcullis was added around the palace.

 Here is a full list of buildings and structures on the grounds.

The Royal Palace: Residence of the royal family and members of court.

Guest House

Great Hall (for feasts and dances)

Granary and warehouse

Glasshouse (Green house)

Barracks

Kennels

Sparring yard

Smithy

Armory

Library Tower

Dovecote

Healer’s Tower

Stables

Wells

Bell Tower

Drawbridge

Dry moat

 An/: this is a continuation of this post.  Inspiration for the outer curtain wall: The Jaffna Fort Inpiration for the terracotta pipe system: The pipe system of the Sigirya rock fortress

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