#wine and thrandy

[wineandthrandy]

[wineandthrandy]

Lay off the Dorwinion wine Thrandy 😉

[dontfearrr]

Heard it through the grapevine

sorry guys i been so mia i literally have been in a weird funk but here’s a longer fic for u thrandy lovers and lmk if u want a part 2 maybe???

kisses to everyone, enjoy my elf sluts💋💋💋

Pairing: Thranduil x human!reader

Summary: reader keeps receiving gifts at her balcony, she has no idea where or who they’re coming from, she’s determined to find out…

Warnings: mild spicy content nothing crazy though

Category: fuck idk, fluff/hot n steamy?

Word Count: 2.1k

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“strawberries and grapes this time!”

You shouted out to Tauriel who sat on your bed. She was just as intrigued with these series of gifts you’d been receiving. You both have been trying to narrow it down to who it could be, there was very few elves in this realm who spoke to you but the few that did, didn’t seem interested in you. So they were kind of at a dead end, yet the gifts never stopped.

You lifted the white basket off the floor of the balcony where they always were delivered, somehow unnoticed. You sighed and set the basket on the bed next to Tauriel as you both opened the note together. The thought of having a secret admirer was quite endearing, however it seemed a bit childish almost..but very intriguing nonetheless.

“read it out loud! i can’t do it!” you giggled as you handed Tauriel the note and she laughed with you, sharing the excitement. She cleared her throat dramatically and gave you a slight smirk before looking down at the note and she began to read.

“the grapes of the finest wine, the strawberries of the finest vine. for a woman oh so devine.”

She spoke out in a teasing tone. Your face heated up in embarrassment, these poems were always so corny, but who could be so brave enough to share them with you! “oh my, Tauriel..that is absurd” you laughed and shook your head.

You took the note from her and examined the hand writing, trying to get some kind of idea of who it could be! You thought for a moment, the gears in your brain turning ferociously until you tilted your head and looked at Tauriel.

“grapes from the finest wine…finest vine…Tauriel, arent these fruits from the private garden??” you spoke, picking up one of the grapes, it was bright purple, these were the grapes used to make the town wine. Tauriels eyes widened and nodded, they were in fact from the private garden! well this is something at least. “yes those grapes specifically are kept in the furthest corner, only very few people are allowed in that area” she told you, picking up the strawberries. “these are also from the same area. finest fruit indeed” she sent you a teasing wink and you just rolled your eyes at the elf’s childishness.

“are you able to get me a list of the people who are allowed to enter this area of the garden?” you asked her hopefully and she chuckled a bit, causing you to tilt your head in confusion.

“when i say very few people, i mean very few. grab something to write with.” Tauriel told you and you wasted no time scurrying off to find a quill and paper. Once you returned, you handed it to her and she began writing. you were nervous to see who was on that list, hands fidgeting eagerly as you hovered over her shoulder.

Six names were written on the list, this was amazing news. You snatched the paper from her hand and scanned your eyes over the list, it read:

Thranduil

Legolas

Lesysus

Elrond

Haldir

Aman

You were beyond perplexed. This list only made things even more difficult. The first thing you did was process of elimination. Elrond, he was in rivendell currently. Haldir, who was also with Elrond in rivendell….and that was it.. okay so six to four, not bad. But these were royal figures of the realm! There is no way any of these elves were even close to possible..

You looked at Tauriel who gave you a sympathetic look, she could tell you were stressing yourself out over this.

“do not dwell on it, my friend” she spoke gently, and you sighed deeply, setting the paper on your table and looked out the arched window of your chambers. “this was fun until now” you grumbled to yourself and looked down at the paper once more. “I think i’m just going to give it a rest, it’s clear whoever is doing this doesn’t want to be discovered so i suppose i’ll respect that” you told Tauriel and she quite literally laughed in your face, in a friendly way of course.

“i really love your optimism but we both know you’re not giving it a rest. just sleep on it, maybe you’ll get an idea soon.” she stood from your bed and gently rubbed your arm in reassurance before taking her leave.

You on the other hand, had a plan. A very determined one at that. You were going to do a steak out, spying over the royal garden! How incredibly stupid of you, but if the elf who was doing this was allowed in there, you saw no problem with taking a peek…for the entire night.

It was late now, nearly one in the morning, you decided it was a good time to go and spy on the garden. Tauriel had showed you a way to climb up into the trees to look down upon mirkwood, you figured this was perfect, that’s if you don’t get caught and probably executed. You chuckled to yourself at the thought as you threw on an elven cloak, putting the hood up and dressing yourself in your darkest garments to blend in with the night.

You may have been human but you had lived with the elves long enough to pick up on their gracefulness and swift movements. you swung from branch to branch, getting high enough in the twisting tree, maneuvering until you had a good view of the garden. You were crouched on a branch, quite high enough to go unnoticed hopefully. You hadn’t really thought through how long this would take but there was no going back now.

Three hours had passed by and your legs were beginning to ache so you moved to a simple sitting position, legs dangling off of the tree branch you sat upon. Your head snapped in the direction of the garden after hearing some noise, then you saw a shadow of a figure enter the garden. God damned elven sight, that was the one thing you didn’t have. It was simply too dark to see who had entered the garden, you were squinting and squinti-

“i know you are there, young one.”

A deep voice boomed through your ears and your eyes widened. They could see you? They knew you were there? This is ridiculous! Your mind raced but kept quiet until you heard the voice again.

“there’s really no use in hiding if i’m fully aware of your presence. come down. don’t be rude now.” the voice spoke again, you stared at the dark figure and sighed. Carefully jumping down the tree, landing on the top of the brick wall that separated the garden from the forrest then hopped down to the garden, standing slightly behind the very..tall figure. “i apologize, i was- i was…” you couldn’t even make up an excuse, you just accepted your fate at this point.

“you were spying on my garden? for a very obvious reason that is..” his voice was now VERY familiar to you, your face went white and your blood went cold. You’d just been caught red handed by the king. You watched him lift his arms and pull his hood down and slowly turn around to face you. He wasn’t wearing any kind of crown, not even a circlet. His white hair fell down his shoulders along with his hood and he stared down at you intensely.

“m-my lord.” You began to bow but he held up a hand, halting your movements. You obeyed and stood straight, looking at him.

“i see you’ve been receiving my gifts well. a curious one you are..” he said, a bit of amusement laced in his words. If he was being honest, he was quite impressed with your little idea, however he assumed it was only a matter of time.

“and please, call me by my name” he asked, stepping closer to you.

Your heart had fell all the way to your stomach, Thranduil was your secret admirer? this cannot be. you didn’t believe it for a second. That was until his hands reached up to pull your hood down, revealing you to him. “you are quite breathtaking, even in the darkness.” you could feel his index finger ghost over your cheek, the blood immediately rushing to your face causing you to blush deeply at his simple actions. The presence of the king was usually a lot more intimidating, but this felt almost..intimate?

“why me?” you asked quietly, looking him in his eyes despite it being quite dark, you were still able to make him out clearly.

He let out a low chuckle and dropped his hand back down, clasping his two hands at his front elegantly. “you think because you are mortal, that i cannot pursue you? i’ll have you know, i’ll pursue who ever i see fit..” he told her truthfully. He’s had a fascination for the girl for quite a while, though she had no idea of it.

He brought a hand up to your chin, gently lifting your face up so you can look at him properly, and so he can admire his sweet human. your face was warm and beet red, you were beyond flustered and truly had no idea what to say. “you wish to pursue me?” you asked him with a little bit of disbelief behind it and he simply nodded. God Tauriel would lose her mind if she seen what was happening! Your heart was beating rapidly, his touch felt like a dozen swans on a sweet pond. His thumb swiped over your jawline tenderly, causing you to take a step closer to him. He was more than pleased by this.

“i’ve desired you the moment i laid my eyes upon you” his hand was now cupping your cheek, his fingers threading through the hair behind your ear. “Thranduil..” was all you could muster up. He had you weak in the knees from a simple touch, it was quite cruel really. He absolutely loved the way his name sounded on your tongue, causing him to take a deep breath the calm himself down before he did something he regretted.

“will you have me?”

You placed a hand upon his chest, feeling his breath hitch in his throat as you did so. You slid your hand up, never breaking eye contact, feeling the porcelain skin of his neck as your hand continued higher, allowing it to rest on the back of his neck, your fingers nearly tangling in his perfect tresses. “i don’t want anyone else..” you told him and his caused his grip on you to tighten only ever so slightly. His thumb ran over your cheekbone before he dropped his hand, you were almost disappointed until his hand was now on your waist, pulling you against his own body.

Your body was on fire in this intimate moment, you were crumbling at his hand. He could tell you to jump off of the highest cliff and you’d comply without question. His head lowered down to your ear, his lips barely ghosting over your earlobe. “you keep me up at night, young one..” he purred, you could feel his warm breath against the skin of your neck.

You gasped at this and leaned your head to the side absentmindedly at his action, he took this as a delicious invitation as his head fit perfectly in the nook of your collarbone and neck. His lips connected with your skin, leaving open mouthed kisses to your neck, then unclasped your cloak, allowing it to fall to the ground. his free hand pulled at the material of your tunic, exposing your shoulder as he hungrily continued his sweet kisses to your skin.

“Thranduil please..” you breathed out, the torture was far too much. Your legs were trembling and you gripped onto his cloak as if he was going to disappear. “please what, my love? use your words with your king..” his voice was like smooth honey, melting into your ears delightfully. You wanted to cry out in agony, but refrained from doing so as his lips connected with your collarbone this time.

You couldn’t take it any longer, you gently ran your fingers through his hair and cupped his face, pulling his head back to face you, his eyes were half lidded and filled with lust. Your mouth parted slightly as your breath slowed and you leaned your forehead against his, closing your eyes for a moment. You could feel his breath against your lips, you felt this was too much and decided to take matters into your own hands and you closed the gap, his lips molding perfectly with yours. he gripped your waist a little harder, pulling you flush against him as he kissed you with hunger and passion. You tugged his hair, earning a groan from him and backed him up against the brick wall.

The king had fallen completely under your spell at this point, he was yours…

[mismaeve]

Hear me out because I think Melkor and Thranduil would be such chaotic besties

Both are dramatic™ AF

Best dressed and most fashionable beings in all of Arda

Both like pretty trinkets and are willing to start/go to war over

Both are Kings, one self-proclaimed, the other an actual king (mind you, Melkor might be slightly jealous over this)

They both hate people - elves, men, dwarves, you name it

They would schedule their wars accordingly bc only ONE should have the spotlight of being the most fabulous one on the battlefield. you know, for the balance of things

Both throw absolute drink-yourself-into-black-abyss kinda ragers that last a whole week

Both are overly dependent on their servants AKA Sauron and Galion

Being self-important runs in their blood

Both love animals. Thrandy has a forest full of all sorts of beasts while Melkor has a beast-shelter in his dungeons

Speaking of which, Thrandy once got drunk and insisted on bringing home one of them ugly ass spiders and that's how the infestation in Mirkwood began. But because he was blackout drunk, he had no memory of it, and Melkor being a good bestie kept his mouth shut

Wearing a crown is a must! Therefore, they will sit and drink wine while designing their crowns according to seasons, wars, murder and other celestial events and celebrations

Only they understand each other and are utterly and tragically misunderstood by others. Not that it bothers them at all

Both hate Galadriel and tbh, that's how their friendship started in the first place

Fëanor got rejected from their exclusive club because he was deemed too self-important and that won't do. plus there was that Silmaril incident so

Their relationship is so dysfunctional that it actually works well for them. They never give each other advice but take turns talking about their problems and inevitably end up solving them themselves without the help of the other

They have weekly tea-parties where Melkor spills all the tea that his countless spies have gathered, Thranduil lives for these gatherings

Therefore, in my head - they are besties for life and I will die on this hill

[wowstrawberrycow]

Dolly Update !

fabric haul!!!

So I foud some fabric for Brimby's mousey kigu!! It is extremely soft just like he is! I think it matches his hair color very well.⬇️

Also!!!!!!

I found some beautiful fabric for Thrandy's canon outfit! The red and gold will be a lining for the glittered jacket that he wears. The plain silver is for his pants and I like the Idea of adding a decorative red chiffon sash. The reds make me think of the wine most of us canon him to love!🍷

I also found silver ribbon, trim and thread!

[wordbunch]

You know what we should discuss?

What is the comfort beverage of Tolkien characters!!!!

I'll go first: Thranduil drinks red wine, or mulled wine during the winter

I LOVE HOW UR MIND WORKS!!! this is why we're friends and you're a billion percent right about thrandy 😌❤️

anyway for Bilbo it's 10000% tea. 💚 Legolas would drink some strange herbal tea which everyone finds appalling but he swears by it. for Sam maybe some fresh juice made of stuff from the garden omg 🥺 Aragorn will just have anything that is drinkable (rangers can't be choosers 😅) but Merry and Pippin on the other hand would just go for the most atrocious option and whatever will get them the biggest amount of DONT EVEN THINK OF DRINKING THAT. 😂💀

[menelvagor]

(WATCH) watching mine while drinking their beverage (thrandy and bard) -✧- @muutos

The Elvenking of Mirkwood and some of his kind had been invited to Dale for a spring-time celebration. This was one of the first events held by the humans, finally having a sufficient place to host their allies and friends from the Lonely Mountain and from Mirkwood.

Bard sat near the head of a long table, along with his children and some notable merchants. Thranduil and his elves sat at the table also, with the King sat next to Bard himself.

The tradesmen and merchants sought talk amidst the dinner of their plans for the near future. Such talk as this wore out the bowman quickly, and though he replied when directly spoken to, he distracted himself with food and drink. It was not long before something else distracted him - a feeling of eyes that were watching him closely, burning into his flesh.

When he subtly glanced up, in the middle of drinking of his wine, his gaze landed on Thranduil who watched him over the rim of his own glass. Bard swallowed stiffly as warmth flushed through his body, fanning out across his chest. He looked away, hoping the Elvenking noticed nothing out of the ordinary with his reaction, and set his goblet back down again. Now he was growing painfully aware of each of his movements: with his hands, his fingers, his lips, his eyes. Chancing a look back up, the elf was still watching him.

This time, he lifted a silent brow in question at him, daring not say a word as many others conversated nearby. The sounds and sights of the room around them began to fade from Bard's focus as he could not ignore the other King and his enthralling gaze. The strong elvish wine that had been brought for the feast did nothing to help.

[coopsgirl]

Good points @jane0error. I'd also add part of what I really hated about movie Thranduil is his attitude toward "lowly Silvan elves". He wouldn't have felt that way. When his father established their kingdom, they adopted many Silvan ways as the Sindar with him wanted a simpler life and class structures are not really part of elven culture. Elves also always marry for love so if Legolas loved her, Thranduil probably wouldn't have had any objection to a marriage. That whole love triangle BS was just uneccessary and to make it work, they had to make Thrandy a jerk.

We are told that Thranduil wanted a greater treasure but he also said "long will I tarry ere I begin this war for gold". He's got interesting characteristics (he's suspicious of outsiders which he has reason to be as he lives in a dangerous place, he loves material things like treasure but not past the point of reason) but he is also kind and a wise leader.

I don't think they are as isolated as they try to portray in the films though. They have friendly relations with the people of Laketown (Bard says in the book that the elvenking helped them even though their only claim upon him was friendship) and they trade with the people/elves (we're not really sure which) in Dorwinion as they have the king's favorite wine. They actually come off as the least isolationist group of elves left in Middle Earth.

Hey, are you still bitter/salty over the characterization of Thranduil in The Hobbits movie? It's been 9 years and I'm still pissed because despite how beautiful Lee Pace's Thranduil was, I felt like it warped the perception of who Thranduil really is as a king, father, and son. Even Oropher's reputation in the fandom kinda sored.

Anon, I will be salty about that until I'm cold in the ground.

There are actually a number of things I like about The Hobbit films. Lee Pace does a wonderful job with what he was given; he really captures the ethereal grace of a being who is above mortal concerns. I love the aesthetics of Mirkwood and its people in the films. And I'm not salty that they tried to beef up his character a little--there's really not much to go on in the books, so adding the tragedy of his wife weighing on him and complicating his relationship with Legolas (do NOT talk to me about how the films massacred Legolas) wasn't a bad way to add more emotional weight to his story. Neither was adding his alluding to the War of Wrath to give him more personal feelings about the waking of Smaug.

But the thing they tried to do where they wanted to make Thranduil ~morally ambiguous~ was so yuck. In the books he has beef with the Dwarves, yeah--because they were trespassing on his land, refuse to tell him why, and have a significant chance of stirring up a dragon if they continue. IF he overreacted, there were some relevant issues at play here. And Bilbo himself describes Thranduil as a well-liked "king of a good and kindly people."

In fact, Bilbo is so taken with Thranduil that at the Battle of Five Armies, Bilbo explicitly thinks that if he were made to choose among them, he would side with the Elvenking. Yes, OVER Thorin.

I've detailed before why the movie switching Bard's gunning for war and Thranduil's reluctance to fight from the books makes no sense, so I won't get into it again, but yeah.

Final thoughts are that the Elves in Mirkwood in the films have so little joy? In the books, the Company stumbles across them feasting and partying in the woods; in the movies, Legolas' scout contingent captures them without any prior contact. All three of the main Elves in the story--Thranduil, Legolas, and Tauriel--are so sober and serious the entire trilogy; I think Tauriel is the only one who smiles or ever looks happy. YES the Elves of Mirkwood are dealing with a lot--Sauron in the backyard and all--BUT the book also shows how much joy they still have, and I think that's really missing from the movies, from Thranduil and all the rest of them.

Also, they cut Thranduil laying Orcrist on Thorin's tomb and that makes me sad.

[lee-pace-yourself]

Ch. 1 - The Party's Just Beginning. - "Bard. You get one sip as Dorwinion wine will knock you on your ass."

"But I want more King Thranduil. I am the captain of the archers. Strong and resilient like my beautiful bow."

"I am sure you are. But....."

"But...pleeeease?" Bard says with puppy eyes. Thranduil hates puppy eyes and gives in.

"Bard no. Do not do it. You will feel weird tingling in your fingers and see little hobbit folk." Legolas warns.

Bard does not heed the Prince's warning and takes another sip. "My Lord Thranduil. Look. I am dancing with a hobbit named Bilbo." Thranduil laughs as there is no one there and feels quite embarrassed.

Gandalf watched the madness before his eyes and decided he wanted some madness too. "Thranduil, this is madness! Why have you not offered me any of this magical fruity liquid?"

""If you even breathe it, it will stop your ticker where you stand. You can clearly see what it has done to the young bowman." Thranduil replied.

"With that said..." The Elvenking continued to Gandalf the Grey.

It then appeared that the King of Mirkwood also had a bit too much magical juice. "Look what it has done to you as well Thranduil." Gandalf chuckled.

Gandalf snuck a glass as the King turned away after his bickering. Thranduil was right. The smell alone made the wizard all up in his feels and could not even drink it.

Thranduil saw what he did and was pissed.

He took Gandalf's glass and said...."You started this Mithrandir, you will forgive me if I finish it..."

and then the three drunken musketeers all went outside and just stared at the world while Gandalf babbled. The end...

I WAS BORED OK??? lol.

More snark-tales coming on my new blog Snark-tales of the Elvenking come follow!!

[wineandthrandy]

[coopsgirl]

I saw these and for some reason they made me think of Thrandy 🍷

[wineandthrandy]

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree!! 🤭🤣🤣 👑 Thranduil

Aragorn, to Boromir: There are two types of people in this group. Observe.

Aragorn: EVERYONE, the floor is lava!

Sam: *quickly helps Frodo, Merry, and Pippin onto the counter*

Legolas: *pushes Gimli off the sofa*

Aragorn: See?

[smoking-old-toby]

look, we all know thranduil is drunk a lot and bard has a stick up his ass. but. when dale is stable after botfa they put on a little celebration. which becomes a big celebration when thrandy shows up with his dorwinian wine. keep in mind that barduil has been slow burning during the dale rebuild. so thrandy wants bard to loosen up and have fun, but when bard actually does the elf king can't. handle. it. bard gets wasted off a few glasses of that wine and takes thranduil's hand. and when bard brushes his lips across thrandy's knuckles he goes fucking RED

and of course thorin is cracking up and not even trying to hide it because of all the goddamn smirks the elf bastard had thrown him during his courtship of bilbo

[wineandthrandy]

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[mismaeve]

Thrandy on his way to the same high council meetings he’s been allegedly banned from, wine in bags to make sure Elrond doesn’t choke on the vinegar piss served by Galadriel

@kanafinwe-makalaure I just couldn’t help myself 😂😂😂😂

[wineandthrandy]

Nuff said

you know what? thranduil deserves to drink a smidge too much wine and have a bit of a superiority complex and to be a tiny bit of a bitch. like you gotta give it to him, he’s king of a successful kingdom without the help of any sort of Ring of Power. he deserves to bring up how he's managed to defend his kingdom (that is literally right smack dab in the middle of SO much bullshit) for centuries without any help from a ring whenever he gets the chance.