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Thranduil's Adopted Daughter (3)

King Vs Chaos

A/N: Part Three!! Introducing the Elven Sass King!

It was two weeks later when the King returned home. The exact length of time that he told his son he would be in his letter.

Thranduil had expected a small formal welcoming as usual, and then a quick bath to get the invisible dirt from travelling off his skin, followed by a debrief, perhaps some news which would be received in the throne room, and then he would take the rest of the evening to relax. Perhaps, he would dine with his son, or perhaps he would eat alone in his chambers with a book.

As it turned out, that was not to be the plan at all.

Instead, his greeting party was attempting to look formal, as he rode atop his great Elk through the gates up to the palace, but Thranduil was more than 6000 years old. He knew when people - elves or otherwise - were hiding something. It became even more apparent that something was…unusual when he saw that Legolas was not there.

Part of him was concerned that his son was perhaps injured; he knew realistically that a message would have been sent to him if that were the case. Clearly, something else was going on.

“Your Majesty,” Vamir, one of the eldest elves on his council bowed once he had dismounted from his steed. Thranduil passed the reins over to the stablemaster, and patted the elk’s head once in thanks, before turning to the man.

“Vamir.” The King tilted his head, “Is everything as it should be?”

Vamir cleared his throat, “Yes, your majesty. No serious problems have arisen, and the path was cleared, so your shipment of wine is waiting in the cellar.”

Thranduil hummed and began walking towards the doors. “And my son?”

Vamir and the council scurried after their King, exchanging glances behind his back. One blinked rapidly at the old elf. “Yes,” he said, after a pause, “Prince Legolas is well. He wished to greet you, however a pressing issue arose. We hadn’t expected your return so early in the day, my Lord.”

Not slowing his pace, Thranduil hummed thoughtfully again under his breath. “And yet,” he said, his voice only slightly more than a whisper, “You claimed there were no issues.”

Vamir stuttered for a response, as did the others in the company when he turned to them for help.

“Nevertheless,” Thranduil stopped at the door to his chambers, and turned to address each of them. “I will give you time to come up with an elaborate excuse, and give my son some time to deal with the ‘issue’ before we meet. I will see each of you in the throne room in an hour.”

He casually waved his hand in dismissal, his face blank of any emotions. Before any replies could come, the King turned to his chambers and shut the door behind him. Any politeness his council may have thought they deserved could be earned back once the reason for their dishonesty became clear.

The King's chambers was made up of several rooms, with a perfect balance of nature and richness. Glistening windows were embedded into tree branches, light shining through into the main room’s dining and living space, only giving way to a balcony which allowed him to overlook the garden or the kingdom from above. A small library was nestled into one room, with the brightest jewels cascading from bookshelf to bookshelf. His own bedroom was fairly simplistic, and had been for a very long time, consisting mainly of a bed large enough to comfortably fit five fully grown elves onto it. 

The only room he wanted to see at that moment, however, was his bathroom. The smell of the forest used to be a pleasant one, but the sickness seemed to seep into the air outside of his kingdom, and it clung to him like honey. Hence, he wanted it off. Now.

Only when he was dressed, dried, and looking damn fine (in his opinion) did he make an appearance in the throne room. He was exactly on time, and was pleasantly surprised to see everyone who was meant to be there, was. This made him very suspicious.

“Ioneg,” Thranduil lightly held Legolas’s shoulder as he walked past.

“Adar.” Legolas was stressed.

The prince was perhaps the most stressed he’d been in a millennium. 

Rivaliel had integrated into the palace, into his life in the past two weeks, and Legolas adored her. 

The staff in the palace loved her just as much, even if they were down a fair amount of cutlery. Even the council had grown to find her presence rather joyful, which was rather surprising for Legolas, who had vague memories of being glared at by the same elves when he was an elfling.

Still he couldn’t blame them. 

Rivaliel was chaos and wonder wrapped up in a three foot ball of energy. She still didn’t talk much, only really saying names, but she had so much love to give that it essentially trapped the prince’s heart. It also made him even more furious to think about the fact that she clearly hasn't had the love she had deserved for a very long time.

So, yes. The price had become far too attached to the child, but so had most of the palace, and anyone else who had met her.

The only real concern now was his father, the King. The prince had been trying to figure out how to talk about the situation with his father for about a week when he decided he wanted to keep her that the elfling would be safest if she remained in the palace. It would be an interesting conversation, Legolas was sure. His father did not enjoy change, nor did he enjoy mayhem - two things that Rivaliel’s presence brought to the palace in abundance.

Once Thranduil was seated on his throne, Legolas stepped forward, enquiring about his travels.

The king sighed, for he knew Legolas was stalling whatever he really wanted to discuss, and because his travels were underwhelming to say the least. “Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel merely wished to maintain relations between the kingdoms, and discuss treaties which have not changed in centuries. It baffles me as to why I was needed personally, however what’s done is done.” He waved his hand dismissively, though he was a little miffed by the long unnecessary journey.

“Now, tell me of Greenwood.”

The council began to real off issues and solutions, including minor disagreements and civil matters. Legolas spoke briefly about the spider nests being closer, but confirmed to his father that the situation was being monitored, and the patrol had been increased in both the south and west of the kingdom’s borders.

He began to mention the training of the younger troops he had been overseeing (still conveniently avoiding the real development) when his father went unnaturally still.

Legolas properly looked at his father and froze, his blue eyes widening.

A small, familiar elfling sat crouched on the arm of the king's throne, wide eyed and grinning at Thranduil. 

“How, and why is there a child in the throne room?” Thranduil asked, emotionless. He did not take his eyes from the child, though he tilted his head away from her.

Legolas was a fish out of water. He opened and closed his mouth, but no words came. He only managed to find his tongue when the mischievous elfling reached up and grabbed the King’s silver circlet.

Gasps echoed around the room, and while Thranduil remained perfectly poised, his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. He had no issues finding his words, but his son beat him to it.

“Rivaliel!” Legolas almost shouted, though he hadn’t successfully berated the child in the two weeks of knowing her. “What have we said about taking other people’s things?”

Said child, wrinkled her nose. She knew exactly what he was referring to, having had that particular conversation multiple times. But the circlet was just so shiny it practically sparkled. She looked away from it to face Legolas, who stared at her with raised eyebrows. Then she turned her hazel gaze to the King.

She tilted her head at him, and subconsciously chewed lightly at the circlet in her hands. Legolas winced at her action, but Thranduil made no movement at all, waiting to see what she would do.

Apparently Rivaliel made up her mind. She lifted the circlet, and held onto Thranduil's shoulder, the touch so unexpected that he didn’t react. Once she was steadied, the elfling put the circlet back onto Thranduil’s head, albeit slightly wonky, and not forward facing. 

She patted him on the shoulder lightly, as Legolas had done many times to console the troops she had seen him train, before turning to look at the prince and clambering down from the throne.

She scrambled towards her current favourite person, and disappeared only to reappear in Legolas’s arms, balanced on his hip. He caught her with ease. Rivaliel had taken to randomly materialising clinging onto him these past two weeks once she had warmed up to him, so it was kind of second nature now to the prince.

“What did we talk about for an hour, hm?” He gently scolded the girl. The pout on her face made any further chiding melt away. Instead he tightened his grip on her and finally turned to look at his father, who hadn’t fixed his circlet.

Rather he sat motionless staring at his son and the child.

Legolas lightly cleared his throat, noticing that the rest of the council had moved a few steps backwards. “Adar, this is Rivaliel.” He nodded towards her, but it was obvious who he was talking about, not least because she perked up at the sound of the name he had bestowed upon her. “We found her in the woods while we were clearing it of nests.”

He considered saying more, but felt that it would be counterintuitive. Better to let his father digest and lead the discussion. 

There were a variety of things about the situation the king wished to discuss, but he was a strategic individual, so was rather good at prioritizing. “I see,” he said, “And her family.”

“Has not been found, though we searched the woods, and the records.”

Thranduil hummed as he drummed his fingers against the arm of the throne. “And the… vanishing?”

Legolas shrugged as best he could with Rivaliel still in his arms. He didn’t know, and the scholars hadn’t yet found anything either.

Letting out a long breath through his nose, Thranduil stood and made his way down the steps. His son tensed, but the king continued past, ignoring the small hand reaching towards his head again, only to be lightly batted away by Legolas as he passed. 

“I require wine for this conversation.” Thranduil said, after being dramatic for long enough. He addressed one of the attendants beside the door. “Have one of the craters of the new batch brought to my chambers.”

“Yes, my Lord.”

Then, the drama king that he is, Thranduil left the room without another word.

“I think that went rather well,” said one of the council members. The other muttered agreements, while Legolas merely looked down at the girl who maintained the image of perfect innocence.

He rolled his eyes, but smiled at her. Unfortunately, he knew he would have to follow his father in a moment for the discussion to be held in private.

“Did you really have to steal his crown though?” He questioned her under his breath, met only by Rivaliel beaming up at him and leaning her head on his shoulder.

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Tipsy Confusion

Bsf!Reader x Dean who thinks they’re dating

A/N: First attempt at a one shot, and first time writing anything supernatural!! Might make more of these with different readers and the same. Reader in this is a bit naive? But she's drunk, and I think we can let her off because of it! Summary: Dean thinks you're dating, you think you're besties, and usually you're okay with that, but right now you're drunk. Sam is a little menace, but at least he's having fun.

What Dean had done to deserve this, he didn’t know. 

Ever-serious Sammy was flirting with his girl, for no reason. Well, sure there were some reasons. I mean, you're hella smart, curvy in all the right places, funny, and have a bangin’ taste in music, but still.

Worse of all, to Dean’s dramatic and pissed off view, it seemed like you were flirting back, laughing and leaning into Sam.

In reality, neither of you were flirting. For one, Sam was fully aware of Dean’s obsession with you, and he saw you as an awesome, annoying sister than anything else; in his mind you were part of the family, but would never be his in that way, and nor would he want you to be. Secondly, you were pretty touchy with everyone, and you were tipsy. Three beers in and you were ready to start serenading the barkeep - it’s just how you were. 

Frankly, you would practically be on Dean’s lap right now, but he went to the bathroom and hadn’t come back yet, so you were just chilling with Sam. 

You noticed your bottle was empty, and pouted slightly when you noticed Sam and Dean’s were too. You didn’t notice the way Dean’s eyes softened at your expression, or the way they hardened again once you had skipped over to the bar to get them all more drinks and he could focus solely on Sam again.

“You two seemed pretty snug,” Dean said, making Sam jump as he slid into their booth. He ground his jaw at the amused smile playing along his brother's face. He was lucky he was his brother, else Dean would have bashed his face in for smiling like that, thinking about you.

Dean may have been a bit tipsy too.

Sam snorted, “Dean.”

“You think this is funny, Sammy?” Dean growled, “Stealing another man’s girl, man, come on!” He was undoubtedly about to go off on a tangent about the betrayed brother, so Sam cut in before he could spiral.

“I am not trying to steal your girl!”

Dean squinted at him. “Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

Now Dean just looked offended. “Why not?”

“What?”

“She’s gorgeous, and smart, and funny. Who are you to think you’re too good for her, huh? She’s too good for you, and anybody else in this crappy bar, did you know that?”

“Oh my god, Dean!”

“What?”

Sam was about to reiterate that he didn’t want you, when you came back and plopped next to Dean holding drinks. “FINALLY!” He threw his hands up exasperated, “You can deal with him.”

“Dean!” You chirped, already invading his personal space, although he didn’t seem to mind. If anything, he melted into you, as if your presence was able to relax him enough to melt him into a pile of goo. 

“Hi, Sweetheart.” He grinned at you, acting totally cool.

Sam just rolled his eyes and picked up his drink.

“You were gone for ages!” You said glaring at the oldest brother suddenly. “What, did you find a girl or something while you were over there?”

Now Dean was bewildered. You always said shit like that when you were drunk, insecurities festering beneath your skin, waiting to come out. In all honesty, you were just a tiny bit jealous of all those girls, I mean Dean was Dean!

But you could live with being his best friend most of the time. Only when drunk did you feel in anyway inferior. 

“The hell would I find a girl for when I’ve already got one?”

“You have a girlfriend?” Your eyes watered. Dean didn’t do girlfriends, and the fact that he hadn’t told you about one hurt just a little.

Dean panicked at your shining eyes. “I think you’ve had enough to drink tonight, huh, baby? Getting a bit forgetful.”

“I’m not your car!”

“...No, you’re you.”

Sam was biting his lip as hard as he could to keep from laughing. The little shit knew exactly what was going on. Dean was never one for grand declarations or romantic dates, so he didn’t think he needed to ask you to be his Girlfriend, but he had told Sammy about a gift he wanted to get you for your anniversary in a few months, which was apparently just a random day Dean had decided you two were officially together.

On the other hand, Sam knew you were pining over his brother, but was fully under the impression that both you and he were single. A couple of weeks ago you had mentioned how, if you were dating someone (Cough, cough, Dean) you would have taken them to a cute little riverside restaurant in the town they were staying in at the time. Another time, you were going on about how you wished his brother would see you as more than a best friend, but understood that commitment was hard for him in general and in their line of work.

And, yeah. Sam could have mentioned the situation to Dean, or to you, but that would have taken the fun out of it. He wanted to see who would realise the other’s beliefs first; he had a bet about it with Bobby actually.

Plus, Dean made his dating life hell as a teenager, so a little payback was rather refreshing.

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Thranduil's Adopted Daughter (2)

Names are Precious A/N: Part 2 of this series! We will actually meet Thranduil in the next one!! Thank you to those who liked the first part! xx

To begin with, the prince had worried over whether or not the young elfling he had sort of - not really - kidnapped would be able to keep up.

It was a pointless thing to worry about really; the girl had more energy than all of them combined. It also helped that if she encountered a jump that was too large, or she got bored of running, walking, and climbing, she would simply disappear and reappear further away. Frankly, it scared the shit out of the prince the first time she did it. He turned to look behind him, only to be met with the startling absence of the hazel eyed girl. He was convinced she had fallen out the tree, only to be once again surprised by her appearing in front of him, looking impatient.

It took three days for the group to reach the gates of Greenwood, and each night the young girl would refuse to camp. Instead she vanished to Valar knows where and then reappeared at sunrise.

On the second morning, Legolas thought it would be nice to give everyone a bit of a lie in, but the child firmly disagreed. 

When he didn’t wake up, not even from poking him, the elfling left and returned ten minutes later holding a raw fish which was sopping wet, and alive. In her mind, he wouldn’t get up because he was hungry, and the child felt she hadn’t contributed to the group she was travelling with, so she sought out breakfast on her own.

Legolas was woken when that same fish landed on his chest. A most unprincely noise left him as he scrambled to sit up. 

The first thing he saw was the elfling - who really needed a name - sitting beside him with more fish in her hands. He blinked at her, his mind working to wake up and understand what was happening so early. She nodded towards the fish on his lap, and then looked back to him. 

“Oh.” It clicked. “Breakfast. Lovely. You didn’t have to, you know.”

He didn’t get a response beyond a small grin, and a tilt of the head. Legolas sighed, but grinned back at her. “Well thank you anyway, even if it’s a bit earlier than I had hoped.”

When he finally got up to start cooking the fish (because he was not eating it raw) the girl had moved on to the others in the group, handing out fish like it was her full time job. However, when she reached Adriel, one of the younger guards, and he gave her a coin as if to pay for the food, she dropped all the fish to reach out for it with both hands.

“I’ve never seen anyone so enamoured by one gold coin,” Legolas muttered to himself. Then came inspiration. He stood before making to walk towards the elfling, only for her to not be in the same place. “She has got to stop doing that.”

A light tug on the bottom of his tunic made him jump three feet in the air, although he would never admit it. When he looked down, he saw the elfling he was searching for.

“There you are.”

She held up her gold coin to show him, small dimples appearing as she beamed at him. Legolas’s heart did a little twirl, much like how the elfling made him want to pick her up and squish her. She was very adorable. It was also somewhat terrifying to the prince how easily he had become attached to her. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do if it turned out that she did have a family.

“Woah,” he enthused, “Its so shiny! Where did you get it?” He knew, obviously, but he wanted to ensure she knew that he was fully engaged in the interaction. She pointed to Adriel, before bringing the coin back closer to her so she could look at it again.

Legolas cleared his throat, and crouched down so he wasn’t towering above her too much. When he was sure he had her attention, which took a moment due to the far more interesting coin than him, he spoke. “So, you know how I am Legolas?” He pointed to himself and waited for a nod before continuing.

“Well, I’ve been thinking that you need a name, and well if you hate it, fair enough, but I think Rivaliel suits you rather well.”

He didn’t really get a reaction from the girl, so he tried a different method. “Me, Legolas,” he pointed to himself again. “You Rivaliel, if you like.” He pointed at her, voice soft.

This time he waited for a minute, deciding that she would likely give some response if left waiting long enough. He didn’t expect her to talk.

She pointed her own little finger at him. “Legolas,” she said, which sounded a little bit more like ‘Legless’ that his name. Pointing to herself, she repeated, “Rivaliel.” Again, the pronunciation was a little off, and her voice was rough and quiet and unsure, but Legolas beamed. 

She grinned too, though she didn’t necessarily understand why. But a part of her felt as if she had gained something precious. 

“Legolas,” she shoved her small fist towards him, holding the precious coin she had been given. Rivaliel huffed when the prince didn’t immediately take it from her; he was too busy staring at her in surprise. 

She had been collecting anything shiny throughout their trip, but not once had she given up any of what she found. Legolas hadn’t actually seen his dagger, but was pretty sure it was either on her, or hidden somewhere completely safe. He was also fairly confident he was never going to get it back.

“For me?” he asked.

“Legolas,” she repeated, smiling at him when he finally took it. She then ran over to the fire and sat beside some of the guards. 

One of them handed her a stick with a cooked fish on it. “Here you are, kid.”

“Rivaliel,” she corrected, but took the food anyway.

The elves shared matching looks of confusion and surprise, for they had never heard her speak before. Their prince came over, pulling his hair back, with a somewhat sheepish expression. “I, er, named her? Well I suggested a name, and it seems like she likes it.” 

With raised eyebrows the others looked back to the elfling - Rivaliel - who was biting into the fish like an animal, while eying one of the sparkly buttons on a bag. They nodded, but chose not to comment.

Legolas was their friend, but he was also their prince. So, they would let his father deal with his son’s attachment to the child, if it came down to it.

Besides, she was cute, and they didn’t want to upset her or the prince. Better to let the King do that himself.

The guards at the gate saw them before they arrived, and blew a horn to alert the staff at the palace to prepare. The sound frightened Rivaliel. It saw her jump and disappear, only to reappear behind Legolas, clutching his tunic for dear life.

He reached back and tugged her hand lightly, bringing her to walk next to him. Her hand remained in his, drawing stares from passing elves, and then guards the closer they got to the palace.

“My Lord,” one of the councilmen walked out to greet him. He bowed to the prince once he drew closer. “I trust your trip was successful?”

Legolas nodded. “It was, the wine should make it safely. Any issues here?”

“I’m glad to hear it. And no, there was a letter from the King addressed to you, which is in your quarters, but nothing else has occurred.”

They had entered the palace now, and Legolas paused to thank his team and dismiss them for the time being. They each parted with a bow and made their way to their own homes, not wanting to watch the council notice the child hanging onto the prince.

The other councilmen were in one of the more opulent meeting rooms, waiting for a briefing on the Princes trip. They too failed to notice the elfling when she first entered, but a soft gasp pulled their focus from greeting Legolas.

Rivaliel was gazing at the ceiling and the walls in awe. There were diamonds encrusted into the tiles, and vines twisted in what looked to be starlight twisted above. She moved to touch the nearest gem, but Legolas held tighter onto her hand. When she turned to glare at him, he only peered down at her with amusement and a slight smirk.

“The journey was successful, though it is concerning how close a number of nests were to the city.” Legolas said after greeting them. “Also, this is Rivaliel. We found her alone, and I felt it was best to bring her here.”

There was silence for a moment, before one of the braver councilmen spoke up. “My prince, was it really the best? What if she had family out there?”

Legolas stepped forward. “We searched a perimeter of where she was found for three miles, and there was no-one. Besides, Rivaliel should not have been there alone; it is negligent on behalf of any supposed parents, who must answer for this should they appear her to claim her.” He glanced down at the girl, smiling slightly at how she was assessing each of the elves before her. “Besides,” he switched from the common tongue, “Look at her. It is clear she has not had a proper meal and care in a very long time. Until my father’s return, she will be looked after here.” He held up a hand to silence the coming complaints. “But I want any reports on any missing younglings from the last 10 years to be reviewed.” 

A series of ‘Yes, my Lord’ sounded, and Legolas nodded, touching his chest before leaving the room, and guiding Rivaliel out with him.

“Let's get you cleaned up and fed properly, yes?” He smiled comfortingly down at her, though he knew full well she was slightly pouting because he hadn’t let her run off to admire the walls of the room.

Rivaliel: Female Sindarin Crown (rî) Gold (malt) Daughter of or Girl (iell)

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Thranduil's Adopted daughter (1)

Spiders Fic Summary: Thranduil thought his only problem was drinking. Not for much longer my king.

Chapter Summary: Legolas just wanted to clear the road so his father could get his wine. He didn't mean to meet an unusual child who quickly wormed her way into his heart.

A/N: My first fic on here so don't be mean lol! I just wanted a cute lil story about a Princess of the Greenwood because I watched the Hobbit like 5 times last week and I need more fluff in my life!! This is a platonic fic given the main character is an elfling!

The spiders came down from the trees expecting to find one or two lost travelers. They hadn’t expected an armed patrol of fifteen elves waiting to attack.

A small shipment of wine was expected in the woodland realm in a few days, so the king had ordered Legolas and some of his soldiers to clear the path through the woods before the delivery would occur. The king may have taken it upon himself to clear the path, lest his wine not make it to the Elvenking's halls; alas, an unexpected call from Lothlorien had drawn him from the kingdom a few weeks prior, and he would not return for a few weeks more.

So, Legolas and the council were ruling in his stead, and Legolas had taken it upon himself to see to his father’s orders. It was the third day of cutting down nests which lined the path, and some of the soldiers who had scouted ahead suggested it would only take another day to fully clear the road for the delivery.

The elves were perched in the higher branches of the trees, besides the two that had been used to bait the spiders from their nests. Legolas gave a low whistle when the giant arachnids were visible below, and the elves leaped from their hiding places. Those with blades were able to cut through the spiders’ flesh with ease, and the archers - Legolas included - shot into the bodies of the spiders who tried to clamber away from the initial attack.

When the surprise had worn off, the spiders came back with a vengeance for they knew that these were the elves who had killed their kin north of Mirkwood just days before. Their legs moved with a speed beyond human comparison, but the elves were no mere mortals. The warriors moved with both speed and grace, avoiding limbs that sought to impale, and countering with their own weapons. Legolas shot two of the closest spider’s legs, pinning them together for another soldier to kill. His ears picked up movement behind him, causing him to pivot and stab the spider upwards through the head with a dagger he had grabbed from his hip, without the creature noticing.

It was not a long battle. None of the deaths were elven, and there were little to no injuries to care for. The patrol were largely covered in the viscous, black, blood of their foe, and their weapons were in a similar state. Thankfully, a small stream could be found only slightly off the path, where they cleaned themselves and their weapons enough to not attract any unwanted guests on the remainder of the journey. Half of the elves would return home since the nest to be dealt with the following day was small, and did not require the entire company, and the other half would camp in the trees for the final night.

Legolas waited until the others had cleaned up before allowing himself to rid his beloved bow and armor of the foul stench. Just as the prince was about to stand from his crouched position, a small rustle and snap of leaves and branches was heard from a few meters away. He and the guard immediately became alert, and five or so stalked forward to find where the sound had originated. As the prince crept closer, he unsheathed his dagger once again. Nearing the roots of a tree he lowered into a crouch and tentatively brushed away some leaves and branches that covered the young girl hiding beneath.

Legolas blinked, momentarily stunned by the bright, hazel eyes which stared back at him. He opened his mouth to speak, but shifting his weight caused the child to catch a glimpse of the silver dagger in his hand. 

All she could see was the way the metal seemed to sparkle in the sunlight that penetrated through the thick canopy of the trees.

She lunged. 

Legolas, not expecting the movement, fell back, but rolled to the side and kept a firm grip on the handle, not allowing the child to take the weapon from him. When he didn’t relent, the girl moved a few steps away and snarled lightly at him, looking between his eyes and the pretty dagger.

The price could see she was about to try again, when the sound of weapons being drawn from the surrounding soldiers drew her attention. Truthfully, the girl hadn’t noticed the other presences in the clearing, solely focused on the dagger and the one who wouldn’t let her have it.

“Wait,” Legolas held up a hand to stand the approaching elves down from attacking. He got back to his feet, not turning his attention from the girl. “She is only an elfling, and probably terrified at that.” Admittedly, he couldn’t actually tell yet if she was an elvish child, or a human one, but he made an educated guess.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said to the girl, his voice soft like the wind. “And neither will they,” he added when he saw she kept warily gazing between him (the dagger) and the people slowly closing in. “I’m Legolas, do you have a name?” 

She only continued to glare at him. 

“Okay, okay.” The prince muttered and then nodded to himself. He held out the dagger to the girl. “You can have this if you would feel safer.” 

“My lord, I really don’t think giving–” 

The prince cut off the guard by sending them a look. His lips slightly turned up at the way the girl's eyes brightened at the offering, though he stayed perfectly still as she moved closer to him to take the dagger. Once she had it firmly in her hand, Legolas let go and moved back a little.

With the precious knife in her hands, the elfling also scurried back a bit so she could fully admire the dagger. 

“Now, then,” started the prince, “I’m sure you’re hungry and–” 

The child disappeared in what looked to be a faint cloud of smoke. For a moment, Legolas thought she had been lit on fire, but it didn’t smell like smoke, and there was no ash. No. Instead, the elfling had simply vanished.

Some of his soldiers gasped and muttered between themselves. He just stared at the spot that was occupied not five seconds ago, only breaking out of his shocked state when one of his closest guards’ stomach made a sound akin to thunder.

The elf turned bright red, but shrugged at the chuckles. “Killing spiders and witnessing invisible children works up an appetite.”

Choosing to worry about the elfling, who, despite having some sort of powers, was still clearly alone in one of the most dangerous places in Middle Earth, at a later date, the elves set off to lighting a fire and waiting until sunset before parting to their next destinations.

A few rabbits had been caught, as well as a goat from the webs of the spiders they had just slain. They were being roasted slowly over the fire as most of the elves not on guard sat around it speaking in low tones. Nobody had yet brought up the strange girl, not quite sure how to start a conversation about her.

As it turned out, a conversation was not needed as one of the guards opposite Legolas briefly flicked his gaze up and froze mid sentence. Legolas followed his line of sight, chuckling, “What are you- Oh?”

The elfling was crouched on a branch above peering down at them all curiously. She flinched slightly at the sound of the fire crackling across the logs and leaves. It occurred to the prince that this wild elfling may have never seen fire before.

He cleared his throat, and remembered that not only was this a child, but it was also a child of the kingdom he was supposed to be ruling. “Hello again, would you like some food?”

She tilted her head at him, so he picked up a cooked rabbit leg to show her what he meant. It took a moment, her eyes narrowed as she considered, before opting to drop out of the tree and cautiously approach the prince. 

Legolas shuffled over on the log to make room for her to sit down. Not that he needed to, he realised. She was only a tiny thing, clearly having gone without proper nutrition for a long time. Once comfortable, she gazed up at him expectantly.

He handed the leg over to her with a smile, “But be careful, it will be hot.”

Obviously the elfling ignored him, although the heat did not seem to bother her at all. She looked back to the prince, holding it like it was a weapon.

“Ah, to eat? See?” The prince picked up some more meat and took a bite, even though that piece really was far too hot. Nodding, the girl then took her own bite and grinned at the flavour. It definitely beat raw fish and whatever berries she could find. She finished her section quickly, and immediately peered back up at the prince who huffed in amusement. 

“Hungry aye?” One of the guards said with a raise of an eyebrow. “Here,” he held out a portion of sheared goat meat, which she took with both hands, albeit even more warily than she had interacted with Legolas. 

Legolas eyed the elfling as she began to glare at those who were staring at her. He coughed under his breath and muttered for the others to stop staring, and go back to how they were acting previously. He, however, did not follow his own order, and instead watched as she ate the meat, trying to work out who, or what this child was.

She twisted her head to stare at him when she was done, and in doing so, her hair slipped to the side to reveal a pointed ear. So she is an elf, he thought. It was somewhat obvious from the way the child looked - with her slightly too bright eyes and dirty but clear skin. But he wanted to be sure.

“We don’t have any more, but you could come back with us to Greenwood, if you like. There is much food there.” It would be much easier if the girl went with them by choice, but there was no way in Angband they would be leaving her here with how neglected she looked. In the unlikely case she did have a family around, they would know to look to the Greenwood kingdom for their child, as it is the obvious place to search for a missing elfling.

So it wasn’t really kidnapping, in Legolas’s opinion.

The girl sort of stared blankly at Legolas, but did not move from her spot even though he had sussed out that she would not be getting anymore food.

When the elves fully packed up and readied to part ways, Legolas had to admit he was a little shocked to see her standing beside him, seemingly also ready to go.

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Introduction???

I have one 🤨☝️ follower who is 100% spam but whatever lmao!

My name is *Waggles eyebrows to build suspense* never going to see the light of day on this website!

But, if I do ever need a name, I will respond (hopefully) to Finn. Unless I find a new alias in which case I will probably change it, but that's a problem for later.

A bit about yours truly: My cat is often the only thing to give me the will to live! I love writing and reading, so maybe one day (maybe soon) I will drink enough that I post some stuff!! Erm, I am shit at crochet and embroidery, but enjoy doing both!

Some fandoms I consider myself to be part of (although I haven't interacted beyond likes and very few comments before which is horrible etiquette I know!):

The Hobbit

Narnia

TMR

SAS: Rogue Heroes

Fourth Wing

Assistant to the Villain

Six of Crows

Etc

I'm sure I'm a really cool person, but now I've come to give a description, I have forgotten entirely who I am.

I might post some pictures of my crochet or embroidery later too!!

Anyway, I have far too much free time at the moment, and figured posting on here may keep me from falling further into the eternal abyss of insanity.

If I can work out how to, anyone with any requests for writing can feel free to request (On any fandom really, even if I need to research) and I will give you my best lol!

Anyway, bye for now! May remove this later if it is way too cringe for me to look back on 💀

Finn x