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chibi-coffee · 5 years ago

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Too Late (Thranduil x Reader)

Prompt: “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it!” and “If you insist.”

Pairing: Thranduil x reader

Warnings: minor swearing and angssssssst

Requested by: @movid Hope you enjoy it!

“You said you needed to talk to me.” Thranduil, newly crowned king of the Woodland Elves, said to you. He was currently pouring a glass of wine nonchalantly. In his defense, your visits had become routine. The nerves were eating you alive, anxiety attacking your every thought. You’d been friends with Thranduil since the two of you were just elflings, but in the past few years, something changed between the two of you. Something the both of you had skirted around acknowledging.

“I do. You can’t marry her.” You bluntly tell him, just needing to get the words off of your chest. He stills immediately. Only turning his head to look at your, his expression unreadable. Then he straightens him, standing at his full height. Tall and intimidating. Ever since his father died and he became king he seemed, distant, colder. Less of the wide-eyed prince and more of the serious king.

“And why would that be.” He says, icily. Thranduil had been courting a beautiful Sindarin elf, Ellaria, for about a year. They were to be married soon, and she would take her place as Queen of Mirkwood, alongside Thranduil, the King.

“Because I love you. And I know you feel the same way,” you tell him, sincerity overflowing in your tone. He lets out a mocking laugh.

“And where did you get that idea?” he coldly asks you.

“How could I not get that idea. Things have changed between us Thranduil and you know it! I know it! Hell, even the servants in the kitchens know it! We’re not just friends and you fucking know it! We haven’t been just friends for a long time!” he doesn’t react to your outburst. You take a deep breath to try and get your emotions under control before continuing. “So don’t push me aside like I mean nothing. Don’t marry her.”

“I assure you Y/N, there is not and never has been more than friendship between us.” he picks up his glass of wine and walks around the room.

“You can’t tell me this is all just in my head, my imagination?” you ask him in disbelief. “After the death of your father, you’ve changed and not for the better. Don’t throw away your happiness because you’re afraid of losing the people you love!” It’s a last-ditch effort, but you can’t just give up on him so easily.

“Enough.” The ice in his voice silences you immediately, he’d never talked to you in such a manner, no matter the circumstances. “I am telling you the fantasy you’ve concocted in your head is just that, a fantasy. Next week I am marrying Ellaria. That is real.” His words cut through you like a knife. This was not the Thranduil that you’d fallen in love with. The Thranduil you loved was caring and passionate, this man looked like him but wasn’t. “If that is all.” The unspoken dismissal was clear as day to you, as he turned his back to you.

“If you insist. I will take my leave.” You curse your voice for betraying your pride, as your voice cracks. Leaving the room, you went to your, packing all the things you couldn’t bear to part with. Not saying a word to anyone, you numbly walk out of the kingdom, never looking back. Never to be heard from again. The pain in your heart tearing you apart, never ceasing.

Years later you were slain by a pack of orcs. It almost seemed like a kindness to you. For even after all that time, the pain and love for Thranduil still weighed heavily on your heart.

Thranduil didn’t see you at the celebration of his wedding, nor the day after that, or the day after. There was an empty feeling in his heart that he couldn’t place, the coldness consuming him, until months later, he’d found a note you’d written for him when he was a prince, about to go to battle for the first time. He realized then, as tears dripped onto the worn paper, that you were right. He had loved you, but now you were gone. He was too late.

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chibi-coffee · 5 years ago

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The Protective King

A/N: So here is my first Thranduil x reader/wife. It’s super long but hey, the more the merrier. I hope you will enjoy this one and all the sandarin translation will be under this note! In the future I may do the translation in the text but that depends on how many elvish words I use. Now enjoy!

Word count: 1691

Sandarin translation:

Garth gothrimlye - Death to our enemies Kaila amin - Follow me Vanimle sila tiri - Your beauty shines bright Melamin/ meleth - My love A'malamin - My beloved Gi melin - I love you Heruamin - My Lord

Autumn was spreading and the Greenwood was transforming into a colorful forest of red, orange and yellow leaves. On this cold day you had accompanied your son to guard the forest while your husband attended to counsel meetings. As Queen, you were the most skilled elf in the realm except for your husband Thranduil. Legolas was also a fierce warrior and skilled bowman but he still had much to learn. Your greatest skill was in fact bow and arrow, your aim was faultless and deadly. This talent had past down to Legolas who could kill anything with his arrows, you had seen to that. It started out as a calm patrol at first, but then you heard battle cries and clanking metal. You, Legolas and the rest of the guard charged towards the sound of battle and jumped into action. You saw a group of dwarfs struggling against the spiders and one dark haired dwarf was close to death. Swiftly you took one arrow from your hold and fired a perfect shoot straight thru the spider’s heart, it fell dead in an instant. You killed spider after spider until they all were dead. “Gurth gothrimlye”. You and Tauriel had killed the last spiders that attacked a dwarf that you understood to be Kili. Then you walked over to your son who aimed an arrow at the dwarf in the front. You walked beside him and lowered his bow. You also made a command to all the members of the guard to lower their bows and arrows. You had a hooded cloak on you which made it difficult for the dwarfs to see your features.

“Who are you?”. You gazed upon the dwarf in front of you who had just spoken. With that you removed your hood only to reveal your long (h/c) hair that was glistening in beautiful waves. Your bangs was braided around your head to secure your discreet crown. “I am Y/N, daughter of Lord Elrond and the Queen of the woodland realm.” All of the dwarfs looked up at you in awe, but Thorin looked at you with a glint in his eye.“I see, however you did not have to jump into action and dirty your pretty dress, we had it under control lass.” You chuckled at his comment and Legolas was about to step into action but you stopped him with a reassuring hand on his chest. “I could tell, especially by the cries of help in your company. I am quite sure that one of them said, ‘where is the bloody elves when you need them’.” The company of dwarfs gave stern looks too a big dwarf with heavy weapons on him (Dwalin). “So what will you do my lady, imprison us for our recklessness?”. Oakenshield held a smirk on his lips which you returned with your answer. “Me, oh I would never…” You turned away from him and looked over your shoulder. “…but my husband might.” You gave him a wink and turned to all the elves. “Khila amin, and take them with us.” “Do not think I don’t remember you Thorin, I have quite a good memory. It has only been 60 years after all.” Thorin smiled and followed you, he had remembered when you and Thranduil came to Erebor to trade. He had admired you then and never forgot your beauty, even after 60 years.

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An half hour later you entered the front gate of the palace. The dwarfs was behind you and you told Legolas to give them water and food before they could see Thranduil. Your battle dress was in fact very dirty, as Thorin had pointed out. So you walked to the royal chambers and washed yourself. Then you walked to your closet where you had to choose one out of many dresses. You stroke the beautiful materials and picked out a dark green dress with a beautiful bodys and off shoulder detail, which displayed your arms due to the small strap hanging below your shoulder. When you were fully dressed you picked out a pair of shoes and went downstairs to greet your king.

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You walked to the throne room and the guards let you in immediately. All eyes were on you when you entered the room and your husband smiled lovingly at you, then he turned to the council members. “That will be all.” You walked up to his throne and smiled at your handsome husband. He was stressed, you could tell that by his stiff posture and his tired eyes. But with the light touch of your hand on his cheek he relaxed a little. “Melamin, how glad I am to see you. Vanimle sila tiri! I was starting to wonder where you had gone.” You sat down on his lap and ran your fingers through his silky hair. This made him close his eyes for a short while. “Well I sensed that my husband needed me so I retired from the forest paths.” He smiled and kissed my cheek. “That glads me, because I hate when you are out there without my protection.” “I was completely safe, I did have me, myself and I to protect me. Also the guard and our son of course.” He smiled at your remark. “Any obstacles then?” You twirled his hair around your fingers while you continued your conversation. “Only a few spiders and a company of dwarfs, nothing special.” He put his fingers under your chin to make you look him in the eyes. “Dwarfs? Well I hope you threatened them and threw them out of our kingdom.” “Quite the opposite meleth, I kind of invited them and gave them food.” His eyes widened and you looked down at your lap.

He sighed and leaned his head against your shoulder. “Then I should have an audience with them, I want to know what they are up to, dwarfs do not simply cross the Greenwood for leisure.” “Fair enough, then I will be by your side throughout the audience.” “ I do not deem that wise, dwarfs can not be trusted.” He said the word ‘dwarf’ with a great deal of annoyance. “So I will not attend the audience? I should join you know, I am in fact the Queen.” He chuckled and took your hand in his. He admired the beautiful diamond ring that rested on your finger, a reminder of the day that you became his. “Oh I am well aware A'maelamin, but this is dwarfs, they can not take their eyes of beautiful things such as yourself.” “Oh really?” You said with a sarcastic tone. He brought your hand to his mouth and kissed the top of it. “Yes, I do remember our trip to Erebor, every dwarf longed for you and I am afraid that it would make me furious to see their lustful eyes on you once again. When the husband, who happens to be myself, can’t stand such behavior towards MY wife.” You stood up and looked down at him. “Well I am glad to inform you that it’s thirteen of them and all of them has already seen me. I guess I escaped with mere seconds before they started hugging me.” He furrowed his brows and sighted. “That could happen, even worse actions than hugging.” “Oh please, they would fall on their behinds before they would even touch me. I give you my word on that.” He smirked. “Well that glads me” You shook your head and put your hands behind your back. “Remind me that I have to see to your over protectiveness later.” He stood and snaked his arms around your waist.“I’m afraid that you can not change my protective nature meleth, because I love you endlessly, and I do not think that I could live if I lost you to dwarfs.” You smiled at his words and felt truly blessed to have such a loving husband, even though he was very protective. Then you stood on your toes and you sealed your lips with his. He smiled into the kiss and you snaked your arms around his neck. You parted from him when you heard the door open. You gave him the most loveable smile, because this was no dream, no imagination. This was your life and your husband. “Gi melin Thranduil, forever and always.” You kissed him one last time, then you headed for the door. But Thranduil stopped you before you reached the stairs. “Don’t walk too far melamin, I want to spend the rest of the day with you right after this audience.” He kiss your hand before he let you walk away. “As you wish Heruamin.”

You bow your head and walk down the first three steps. Then you see Legolas walk in with the thirteen dwarfs. You look back at Thranduil that sits on his throne and motions you to continue walking. You smile at your son Legolas who walks over to you and helps you walk down the last steps without tripping on your dress. “Thank you Legolas, you are always so kind and caring.” He smiled at your words and gave a slight bow and a wave of his hand. “Always for you naneth.” He let you walk past him but before you left you turned towards the dwarfs, who was already staring at you. “I hope that your audience will be at your satisfaction and that my husband will provide you with what you need.” Then you bowed your head and gave the leader in the front an elvish greeting with your hand placed on your heart. Thorin Oakenshield could not take his eyes of you. You walked towards the door and heard your husband state a remark at the dwarfs actions. “I would start by showing me some respect by not drooling over my Queen, Oakenshield.” He said this with utter annoyance and anger. It made you feel guilty to know that Thranduil would have a short temper with the dwarfs after the ‘lustful gazing’. However, to know that he loved you so dearly made your heart warm. You truly love your protective King.

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chibi-coffee · 5 years ago

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Stubborn

A/N: For the anon that wanted a reader-insert Thranduil’s wife (with a Bofur appearance) in Mirkwood. I hope you enjoy this!

Summary: The dwarves arrive in Mirkwood, and the elf!reader has to moderate Thranduil’s vehement reactions.

Word Count: 1,711

Warnings: None, I think…

You loved your duties as Queen of Mirkwood. It brought you joy to plan feasts and ceremonies, to tend the luscious gardens that hid in the recesses of the woodland fortress, but most of all you loved to care for your subjects. The people of Mirkwood were so dear to you, and you felt their struggles and triumphs as your own.

You did not particularly love the duty of mediating your husband, King Thranduil’s sternness. The vigorous, impulsive, headstrong elf you had fallen in love with was slowly replaced by a suffering, brooding king as Greenwood fell to the dark powers of Arda. You knew of his troubles, and the very good reasons for his withdrawing, but it did not make your task of persuading him to be mildly pleasant any easier. You loved him with everything in you, but he did not always make the relationship easy.

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chibi-coffee · 5 years ago

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Human-Raised Elf

A Wattpad request! I do not own Lindir or Elrond. They are the property of J.R.R.Tolkien.

Warnings: Very brief mentions of death…that’s about it.

Pairings: Lord Elrond x elf!reader (ish), Lindir

You knew you were different. No one ever said otherwise. But you weren’t treated poorly just because you weren’t exactly human. You were an elf. An elf raised by humans. You weren’t sure what happened to your real family and no one in your small little village knew either. You were found at the edge of the forest, wrapped in a blanket with a letter tucked inside, by a couple out foraging for plants when you were only a babe.

You loved your human family though. They raised you as a human, but also taught you as many Elvish traditions and words as they could. You didn’t want for anything really. But there was a part of you that longed to learn where you came from. That yearned for an adventure that would allow you to see your true heritage. It was how you ended up on a journey toward a place you knew only as “The Hidden Valley.”

"Hidden" was an appropriate word to describe the place you were trying to find. It took longer than you ever thought possible. But you weren’t one to give up. In the end, you’d be glad you didn’t. You gasped at the stunning sight of the valley before you when you finally found it. It was like nothing you’d ever seen before. It was almost overwhelming. You felt like you didn’t belong there…except you did. If the letter from your true mother was to be believed.

You steadied your nerves and entered the valley. To your surprise, you weren’t greeted by any warriors. Instead you were greeted by an elf with long brown hair who you would come to learn was Lindir, the lord of the realm’s steward. He approached you the way one approaches a baby deer. He asked you a question in Elvish, but you weren’t sure what he said. “Are you alright? Are you lost?” he asked again in the Common Tongue. You shook your head.

"I do not believe so,“ you replied and told him who you were and why you were there. He smiled and bowed his head a little. "Then you are welcome here. I shall escort you to Lord Elrond immediately.” You nodded nervously, but followed him anyway. While you walked, you couldn’t keep your eyes from straying from one thing to the next. It was all so lovely, from the elves training, to the one practicing music, to the beautiful gardens. You took in everything with a sense of awe, ignoring the pull you were feeling in a different direction. At least until you were standing outside a door and Lindir asked you to wait.

As you waited, you felt something in your stomach that you couldn’t describe. At first, you thought you were imagining things or that you were nervous. But the longer you stood there, the more you realized that it was a different kind a feeling. A pull you weren’t used to. A pull that seemed to be coming from inside the room Lindir had entered. You wondered what or who was behind the door and, fortunately, you would soon find out.

The door opened and Lindir beckoned you in with a smile. On shaking knees, you entered the room. The pull was even stronger in that small room, but it didn’t frighten you. It gave you a sense of belonging. You cast a glance back at Lindir who gave you an encouraging smile. So you turned back toward the desk in front of you.

The elf at the desk looked up and you felt your heart jump to your throat. Nerves for sure this time…right? Dark eyes gazed kindly at you while the elf’s lips were upturned into a small grin. You gave a traditional Elvish greeting, though your mind was all abuzz. “My lord,” you greeted, cursing your tongue for trying to stick to the roof of your mouth at a time like this, “I greatly appreciate you taking the time for me. I am here-”

He held up a hand to cut you off. “I know why you’ve come, Y/N. You look very much like your parents.” You blinked at him in confusion. “You knew my parents?” He nodded and bid you to sit down. “What happened to them?” you asked softly. You weren’t even certain you wanted an answer, but part of you needed to know. And another part of you felt drawn to the older elf. Was he where you were feeling the pull from? You didn’t know, but you did know that you weren’t ready to depart from his company quite yet.

Elrond frowned slightly, but explained what happened to your parents and how they met their fate. It was unsettling, but at least you knew now. And they had tried to make certain you were taken care of. By the time Elrond finished speaking, you were lost in thought. “Perhaps this was too much for you right now. You have been traveling so long. I should have waited.” You shook your head vehemently.

"No. I needed to know. Thank you, Lord Elrond.“ Elrond stood with a smile. "You must be tired. I shall have chambers set up for you right away and perhaps you would care to join me for supper?” You rose from your seat and nodded. “That would be wonderful.” You face him fully and looked into his dark eyes. The world seemed to freeze, like there was nothing else around and only the two of you existed.

You wanted to ask what it was you were feeling, but couldn’t seem to get the words out. This was definitely where the pull was coming from, but how do you explain that to a complete stranger? After what felt like hours, you finally blinked and looked away from him. Elrond walked you to the door where Lindir was still waiting. Lindir lead you away, leaving Elrond behind. He brought his fingers up to his chin and hummed. “Interesting,” he thought to himself before returning to his study. It seemed your presence would change things in Rivendell far more than he expected.

(a/n: I really hope you like it. I’m coming off an on again off again, five day headache so it might not be my best.)

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chibi-coffee · 5 years ago

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An Unexpected Father

Anonymous asked: Can I please request a Dwalin one-shot where the Company finds a little girl on the journey and she takes an instant liking to Dwalin and he ends up adopting her? I think it would be really cute :)

Here’s your one-shot, lovely! I do not own any members of the Company or Dis. They belong to J.R.R.Tolkien.

Warnings: Mentions of parental death, slight angst, mentions of BotFA, fluff

Pairings: Dwalin x fem!child reader

A sobbing caught Dwalin’s attention. He stopped moving, surprising everyone behind him. “Hush,” he scolded, perking up his ears to listen. The cries grew a little louder. The whole Company began turning ‘round in circles, trying to locate the source of the wails. They split up to maximize effort. They looked behind every rock and bush and suddenly the wailer was discovered.

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chibi-coffee · 5 years ago

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Lost Lover Found Again

A Wattpad request. I do not own Thranduil. He belongs to J.R.R.Tolkien.

Warnings: slight angst and some fluff

Pairings: Thranduil x elf!reader

Frowning, you kicked at the wall of the cell. Imprisoned by your own people. Your own people who hadn’t even recognized you. Now, Thorin was up there, talking with Thranduil and you were down in the dungeons kicking things. You needed to see Thranduil to tell him that you were alright. That you weren’t dead.

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chibi-coffee · 5 years ago

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Teach Me (Dwalin x Hobbit!Reader)

Fandom: The Hobbit

A/N: Hi guys! It’s been a while since I posted a long imagine like this one! I’m sorry for the lack of updates but I hope that you forgive me :) I added a little touch of romance in this one, I hope it’s okay with the request.

Request: Requested by @weirdnewbie ;) “I wanted to request a one shot with Dwalin. Reader could be Bilbo’s twin but she’s more Tookish ans she wants Dwalin to train her so she could be more prepared, he refuses but eventually gives in when she starts her surprise attacks on him.”

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You sighed as you watched the company of dwarves - and hobbits - move forward on their ponies. Being the smallest of all your companions you had to ride before your twin brother on his pony. Even if you had strongly complained about it you could not compete with the dwarves’ stubbornness. Moreover, when it was actually the leader of the company who gave you the order. Thorin Oakenshield was a scary dwarf in your opinion and you were sure that Bilbo thought exactly the same. You remembered the frighten look your twin brother wore on his features as the dwarf king circled him and questioned him back at Bag End. You giggled slightly, trying to stay quiet and discreet but Bilbo moved from behind you to try to look at your face.

“What is making you giggle like that, little sister?” Bilbo asked genuinely interested.

His question caught the attention of Gandalf who was riding his horse next to your pony. The wizard looked at you with a gentle smile as you shook your head and waved your hand at your brother to dismiss his question. However, the other dwarves who were riding near your pony were not ready to drop the subject.

“Come on lass, tell us what made you laugh!” You heard Bofur say from behind you.

“Is it a joke? I like jokes!” You heard Kili ask as you rolled your eyes.

“Come on little lady, tell us!” Fili said, joining his brother by your side.

“It’s nothing… Really. I was lost in my thoughts, nothing more.” You said with a small smile, turning your head to glare at Bilbo. “And I am not your little sister, we are twins so we have the same age.” You said and pouted your lips, earning a laugh from the dwarves around you.

“I was the first one so it makes me the oldest.” Bilbo argued playfully. You groaned and crossed your arms before your chest.

“I’m the one who has more Took blood in my veins anyway, so shush.” You said, earning another wave of laughers from the dwarves and a smirk from Gandalf.

The afternoon went on like this, you made small chatters with your brother or with your new dwarf friends who seemed to be really interested in Hobbits’ traditions. You smiled as you heard Bilbo yet again complain about his back hurting because of the pony. Gandalf answered something that you couldn’t quite understand as your mind drifted once again. Your eyes trailed up to the front of the company to look at Thorin and Dwalin (the leader’s best friend and best warrior), they seemed to be deep in conversation with each other. Thorin nodded his head at something Dwalin had said and then looked ahead. Your eyes suddenly trailed up upon Dwalin, the dwarf was tall for a dwarf and you could see that he was great fighter by the way he held himself. He was always aware of his surroundings, always ready to fight if something attacked the company. His entire body was made to fight, covered with strong muscles and scars from his previous battles.

You smiled suddenly, deciding that you had found the dwarf who will teach you how to fight. After all, if you were to follow Thorin Oakenshield’s company to reclaim their homeland, you might as well learn how to fend for yourself. You would prove to Dwalin that you were no gentle folk who couldn’t fight or face danger with courage. You were half Took and ready to prove it.

“What do you have in mind, (Y/N)?” Bilbo asked, this time just above a whisper, as he followed your eyes.

“I’m going to ask master Dwalin to teach me how to use a sword.” You answered proudly, making Bilbo sigh.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea? I mean, he’s almost as scary as Thorin.” Bilbo said, his voice almost seemed weak.

“My dear brother… I do not fear Thorin nor Dwalin. They are dwarves not some kind of demons.” You said as you chuckled slightly at your brother’s antics.

“Well… if you say so.” Bilbo answered doubtfully, making you laugh even more.

“Aye lass! This time you have to tell us about this joke that is making you laugh so much!” You heard Bofur’s voice call from behind your pony once more, the other dwarves agreeing loudly. You rolled your eyes but blushed as you noticed Thorin and Dwalin’s eyes on you from the front of the company.

The night came quickly upon the wooden lands of Middle-Earth and you were thankful because your back was actually aching from the long ride on your pony. You started to understand why Bilbo complained about it so much. The Dwarves had already built the camp for the night and Bombur was cooking dinner upon the fire Bofur had started. You decided to help the cook with the stew and take that opportunity to talk to Dwalin – who was already on watch - when you’ll bring him his share of the food. Bilbo was sitting next to Gandalf, talking about his books yet again when Bofur handed you a steaming bowl of stew gesturing toward Dwalin’s back with his other hand.

“Here lass, could you give this to Dwalin over there?” He asked you with a kind smile.

“Of course!” You answered and took the bowl from Bofur’s hands carefully.

The nice dwarf smiled at you before turning back to Bombur and you turned around swiftly to walk in Dwalin’s direction. You took a deep breath in and tried to calm your beating heart as you approached the grumpy dwarf. You could do this, you were a Took! You could do this. You stopped next to the huge rock he was sitting on and tried to smile without showing your nervousness.

“Mister Dwalin? Here, I have your dinner.” You said, catching the warrior’s attention. Dwalin looked at you briefly then down at the bowl. He bowed his head slightly and took the bowl from your hands.

“Thank you, lass.” He said in his deep and rough voice. You smiled and watched as he dived into his dinner without another look in your direction.

However, you didn’t leave his side and waited awkwardly with your hands nervously folded behind your back. Your eyes quickly dropped to your hobbit feet when Dwalin stopped eating to look at you with a raised eyebrow.

“You need something else lass?” Dwalin asked, leaning his elbows over his tights while observing your odd behavior.

“Well…” You started weakly but suddenly looked up in his eyes and held your chin high trying to look confident. “I wanted to ask for your help, master dwarf.” Dwalin tried to look at you seriously but he secretly felt amused by your cute semblance of confidence.

“My help? With what exactly?” He answered, leaning more curiously in your direction. Your hand went up to fiddle with your golden curls.

“Well, you see I’ve been thinking and observing a lot these pasts few days and I have come to the conclusion that you are probably the most experienced warrior of the company. I mean, Thorin and you are the probably at the same…”

“Lass! Slow down, slow down!” Dwalin cut your rant with an amused chuckle. You closed your mouth and blushed once again. “What do you want exactly?” You bit your lips and looked at him.

“I wanted to ask you to teach me how to fight with a sword. I want to be able to fend for myself.” You blurted out, waiting for him to answer. Dwalin straightened his back and looked at you with annoyance.

“No.” He answered harshly and looked back down at his stew.

“Thank you! I think we could… wait what?” Your eyes widen as your brain processed his answer.

“I said no.” Dwalin said once more, not even bothering to look at you.

“But… Why? I don’t understand. I need to know how to fight! Please mister Dwalin!” You tried as you took a step closer to catch his attention but the stubborn dwarf just shook his head in denial.

You stood before him for several painfully quiet seconds, the air thick with your frustration and his lack of interest. Your face turned red with annoyance and you decided to storm back to camp.

“Enjoy your dinner, master dwarf.” You said harshly before leaving Dwalin alone on his rock. A few faces followed you as you quickly made your way toward Bilbo and sat next to him on your bedroll. Even Thorin looked at you with slight amusement and compassion as he knew how Dwalin could be infuriating sometimes.

“I told you it wasn’t a good idea, (Y/N).” Bilbo told you, making you groan and lay on your bedroll facing the other way.

“I don’t need you to annoy me even more, Bilbo.” You muttered, making your brother and Gandalf chuckle at your grumpy behavior. You closed your eyes in annoyance and decided to have an early night. However, your tookish mind woke you up quickly as an idea popped up into your brain. If the dwarf wasn’t willing to teach you, you would make him.

Morning came too quickly for your liking but you forced yourself to get up before the rest of the company. Indeed, Thorin and Gandalf were already awake and smoking their pipes but the other dwarves were still sleeping, including Dwalin. You smirked and stretched your arms before brushing your thick blanket off your legs and quickly packed your belongings back into your backpack. Gandalf watched as you swiftly and without a noise made your way towards them. You gave them a smile and told them that you needed some “lady time” alone, even if Thorin protested about the woods being too dangerous for a small lady like you, you made your way through the trees and waited behind a bush. Your eyes were glued to Dwalin as he started to wake up and you smirked. The strong dwarf rose from his bedroll with a groan and started to stretched, that is when you took your sword from its sheath and bolted out of the bushes toward Dwalin, the dwarf tuned around and with a shout you swung your sword in his direction. Dwalin’s axe blocked your attack with ease and you wondered how he managed to reach for his axe that quickly. Dwalin’s eyes were wide open and a few other dwarves were on their feet ready to fight, including Thorin and Gandalf.

“What in Mahal’s name were you thinking?” Dwalin shouted angrily and pushed his axe out of the way, making you fall on the ground. Bilbo, who was now wide awake, ran to your aid as the other dwarves started to laugh.

“I’m attacking you by surprise.” You answered as you took Bilbo’s hand to get back on your feet.

“I saw that yes! It was stupid I could have kill you!” Dwalin shouted again, ready to get in your face. You marched in his direction and held his glare.

“Were you afraid for my safety master dwarf?” You asked defiantly. “Maybe if I knew how to fight and defend myself you wouldn’t have to bother worrying about me?” You said with your hands on your hips. Dwalin observed you but his cheeks flushed slightly.

“Me, Worrying about a helpless little hobbit?” He scoffed and turned around to escape your eyes. You smirked, content with his reaction and followed Bilbo to his pony not paying attention to the lecture he was giving you.

It was noon when Thorin decided to take a short break to let the ponies rest. Fili and Kili had asked you why you had attacked Dwalin and they were now agreeing to help you with your little game. They thought that you wanted to prank the grumpy dwarf and everyone knew that the young Durins were always up for a good old prank. Bilbo was highly against it but you couldn’t care less, he had always been the more reasonable one of the two.

“So, we’re going to distract him.” Kili said as he patted your shoulder warmly. You nodded your head and smiled at the young dwarf.

“But you’ll only have one chance, lass.” Fili added.

“I know, I’ll try my best.” You answered, making the two brothers grin. They looked at each other, nodded their head at the same time then walked in Dwalin’s direction.

“Mister Dwalin!” Kili called, making the bald dwarf turn around with a frown. You quickly turned around to pat your pony’s mane, faking innocence as you heard Fili and Kili talk to Dwalin.

You smirked and turned around to see if the dwarf could see you but you only saw his back. You took this as your opportunity to run towards him.

“Oh, here we go again, lads!” Bofur said rather loudly as he got up to watch your new attempt.

You let out yet another cry but this time you jumped on Dwalin’s back, trying to make him fall over but the dwarf didn’t even move an inch. You were just clinging to Dwalin, your legs around his middle and your arms trying to choke him helplessly. The air was thick with awkwardness and silence for several seconds before the entire company burst out laughing. You were still trying to choke the dwarf, not accepting your defeat as you heard Dwalin’s voice shout once again.

“By my beard, (Y/N), get off my back!” That sentence alone made the company laugh even more and you couldn’t help but chuckle yourself. You jumped down on the floor, finally accepting the fact that it wasn’t the best idea you have had to jump on the dwarf’s back. After all he was way too strong and you were way to light to make him stumble.

“What is it all about, lass?” Balin’s voice asked from behind you as Dwalin pointed his finger at you ready to lash out. You turned around and shrugged your shoulders at the old dwarf, smiling innocently. Balin smirked knowingly and you quickly made your way next to your brother.

“(Y/N), come back here!” You heard Dwalin shout at you but you quickly hide behind Gandalf, laughing as Thorin barked his order to get back on the road.

Days passed and you were still trying to attack Dwalin over and over. The company found it really entertaining but it was getting on Dwalin’s nerves and also on Thorin’s. The company was once again stopping for the night and you saw an opening to attack Dwalin once again. Suddenly, as you slowly got up from your log around the fire, Thorin appeared before you. He had a disapproving look on his face and his arms were crossed over his broad chest.

“Miss Baggins, I think Dwalin had enough of your pranks for today.” The king said, trying to stop you and give his friend some rest. You sighed and looked up the king.

“Those are not pranks but humble attempt to attack master Dwalin. I want to show him that I can be worth of his time and consequently earn his respect so he would agree to teach me how to fight properly.” You told Thorin, hoping that if you told him the truth he would somehow understand.

Thorin raised an eyebrow at you and sat next to you on the log. “You could have asked someone else if you really wanted to learn how to fight, lass.” He said rather nicely, you suspected that your height and the cute features of hobbits played in your favor but you brushed it off quickly.

“I can’t. It became like a challenged to me now. It’s a question of honor. I have to convince Dwalin that I’m not helpless.” You answered, looking down at your feet. Thorin sighed as he observed you then looked back at his friend who was once again on watch.

“Alright then. I think he’s going to give in to you anyway.” The king suddenly said, making you look up at him with widen eyes. Thorin smirked then got up to talk to Balin, leaving you stunned and confused. You quickly shook the feeling away and focused on your prey. You stood silently and walked towards Dwalin with your dagger in your hand, the company didn’t see you as you creep in Dwalin’s back. You almost got to him when his voice stopped you.

“Don’t even think about it, lass.” You groaned and put your dagger away before you sat next to the bald dwarf on the huge rock he was using as a chair.

“How did you know that I was there?!” You asked and pouted your lips. Dwalin chuckled and tuned his head to look at your cute little face. The serious dwarf wouldn’t admit it but his heart clenched for you and seeing you taking all those risks to force him to teach you how to fight scared him to death.

“I just know.” Dwalin answered and tuned back to watch over the woods. You sighed and a sad expression crossed your face as you knew that you had once again failed. Dwalin would never give up.

“I’m helpless…” You muttered as you clenched your hands into tiny fists. Dwalin looked at you, his dark eyes softening upon you. He could see the sadness in your eyes, still he could also see courage, persistence and strength. Dwalin sighed and turned his gaze to look ahead.

“Fine!” He said, making you jump in surprise and stare at him.

“What do you mean?” You asked hopefully.

“I’ll teach you how to fight. But on one condition!” You nodded your head in excitement, happiness filling your heart as you felt ready to jump around. “No whining, no complaining, no crying. You listen to me and you stop your daily attacks!” He said seriously. You nodded your head again and jumped on your feet.

“Yes, I promise! Don’t worry!” You said in a high-pitched voice.

“Fine then, we’ll start tomorrow.” Dwalin said and smiled slightly at you. Then, you couldn’t help it. You jumped at his neck and hugged him tightly, squealing before kissing his cheek to thank him.

“Thank you mister Dwalin! Thank you so much!” You said as you pulled away and ran in Bilbo’s direction to tell him that you would start your training tomorrow. Little did you know that behind you, Dwalin was touching his cheek in awe. His heart was beating fast and hard against his chest as he watched you from afar. Dwalin knew that he was hooked and as he turned around to watch over the woods, he made a promise to himself that he would protect you with his life if he had too.

“Did you really kiss Dwalin?” You heard Bilbo’s voice from next to you as you laid in your bedroll that night, trying to sleep desperately.

“Bilbo!” You reprimanded him and kicked him hardly.

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My Lord...

@ciaprincess Requested: Could I please request a Jaime x Reader where she is a servant or something at kings landing (maybe the girl that came to the door in the episode 7/5, I think), and she is friends with Jaime. She’s secretly in love with him and doesn’t confess it to him until he’s about to leave. Small fluff and angst, angst, angst!

Pairing: Jaime x Reader

Warnings: I state this when Jaime abandons Cersei on the season seven finale

A/N: My requests are closed! But, please feel free to send in ANGSTY JAIME LANNISTER requests, all other requests will not be fulfilled.

Your feet moved quicker than they ever had. You were going against everything you’d been brought up on, and you knew the punishment if Queen Cersei ever found out would be ruthless. Your death or greater than that, but at that moment none of that matter.

All that raced through your mind was you much reach him before he’s gone. So, hiking up your thin dress, you moved through Kings-Landing with a quick pace. When you finally saw him, there on his horse with nothing other than his sword and a light cloak, you felt yourself freeze. Was this the right decision? To throw your entire life away for a man that may not even want you? For a man that may have never wanted you?

You’d heard, everybody always knew, about Jaime and Cersei relationship. You believed you’d always known, but as Cersei became queen and it didn’t seem to matter if they kept it hidden anymore because, well, she was the queen, you’d wondered if you’d been leading yourself on this entire time.

Yes, you were only a measly servant girl to the queen along with many others, but for some reason Jaime had become a companion to you. You don’t know why he began speaking to you, you were nothing special, but he had and from the day on you’d fallen in love with him. You had to watch the man you loved, love his sister, bed his sister and have babes with his sister while you stood by and served her.

You would’ve never admitted your feelings. Jaime had always been kind to you, but no one other than the two of you knew about your friendship. And while he’d never done anything but be sweet to you, you were sure he loved Cersei and you were nothing compare to her.

But then you’d heard that Jaime was leaving. Word spread fast around in the castle, no matter how little or how large the rumour was, and you’d heard about Jaime abandoning Cersei. You weren’t sure why or how, but you didn’t care. If Jaime was too leave, you needed to tell him.

Panting, you stared at his clothed back. Jaime still hadn’t noticed you were here, though it didn’t surprise you, you’d made sure to be quiet incase you decided to back out. Clenching your hands, you tried to dissipate the nerves that ran through you. You were just a measly servant girl. No family, no name, no wealth, what would someone as highborn as Jaime Lannister what with you? When he had Cersei?

But, then again, he’d left Cersei.

“My Lord?” The words slipped past your tongue quicker that you even had time to prepare yourself.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you watched as Jaime turned around, his face sullen until his eyes fell on you. “Y/N?” He called softly, his voice doing nothing to mask the shock he felt at the sight of you. Taking a deep breath you stepped forward, you could feel your skin go clammy with fear and you were sure you were the palest you’d ever been. “What are you doing here?”

“I needed to tell you something, my Lord.” You convinced, your eyes tracing his figure as he slowly got down from his horse. He seemed anxious, no doubt desperate to get away from Kings-Landing, for whatever reason that was.

“Y/N, you can’t be here.” Jaime stressed, walking towards you as he looked around. “If Cersei were to find out you’d abandoned your duties, to meet with my no less, you’d be executed.”

“I know,” you nodded. Bracing yourself, you opened your mouth. You needed to just say it, while you had the chance and before someone came. “It’s just- just, ever since you talked to me that day, my Lord, i’ve fallen deeper and deeper down this hole. I know i’m just a servant, with no wealthy heritage, and I know I could never compare to someone of the likes of Queen Cersei. But, I risked everything today just to tell you one thing, my Lord; i’m in love with you.”

Jaime’s face didn’t change from the shock expression, he said nothing. Which did nothing to calm your nerves.

When you realized that this wasn’t going to be for anything and Jaime would never love you back, it took every ounce of your being not to cry. So you took a step back, shaking your head in pity as you avoided eye contact. “My apologizes, that, that was inappropriate, my Lor-”

“Jaime.” He uttered, interrupting you. Furrowing your brows, you dared to look back up at him. “My name is Jaime.”

“I do not understand, my Lord.”

“Call me Jaime, Y/N.” Jaime explained, a smile slipping his tired features. “I am riding out North to fulfill a pledge I made, ride with me.”

Your face grew red, and you stumbled over your thoughts. “But- w-why?”

“If you love me like you profess you do, lovers are equal.” Jaime smiled brilliantly, reaching out to grab your wrist. Pulling you forward, he pressed a gently kiss against your forehead. “I love you too, I think I always have. I’ve just been too stupid to realize it.”

You smiled, finally, realizing the reality of his words. You let Jaime pulled you forward, towards his horse as he got on first before pulling you on so you sat in front of him. His good hand held on to the railings, while his golden hand laid on your thigh. You felt him kick the horse as you started moving. Wistfully you let your head fall against his chest, staring at what was once your home, now no longer.

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Come with Me - Tormund Giantsbane x Reader

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Warnings: swearing

Anon-Request: Tormund x reader fic? Reader goes north with him and the rest of the Free folk and is nervous of how different the things will be

The cold air was biting at your skin. Maybe this had been a horrible idea, but you had seen Tormund and his fiery hair and that had been that. When he had told you that he couldn’t stay in Winterfell any longer, that he needed to go home, north, the real North, someone might have as well ripped out your heart from inside your ribcage and cut it into pieces. You had begged him not to go, sunken onto your knees and cried. For hours you had pleaded him not to leave you, not to go. But tears and cries had not changed his mind. Of course, he had held you close, kissed each tear away, but he still wanted to go north. You had told him that you couldn’t live without him, not after he had shown you what life was really all about. Crying, you had told him that without him, you wouldn’t be able to survive. “Come with me then”, he had said, wiping away another tear and smiling his devilish grin. Oh, that smile, that impossible smile. What would you do without it.

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Imagine being a lone wildling, and Tormund coming across your camp.

The cold wind blew at your tent, getting right through the holes that you had attempted to patch up but did a poor job. It was nearly impossible to get your fingers still enough to hook a thread through a needle when it was always beyond freezing. But the wind wasn’t the worst of it - it was the deadly stillness that you had to worry about. That was when it dropped cold enough to fully freeze a person to death up here in the north. Nevertheless, you have survived until now, using your strength of mind and strength of body, and made this little patch of land your home. You melted snow over fire to have your water, your food was in the forests near by - always some game, and since it was just you, a rabbit could do you well for a day or two.

You were just returning to your camp with three squirrels strung over your back - you could have gotten more but you didn’t want to be greedy - when you saw people dressed head to toe in furs, looking at your makeshift home. They looked like bears in the way that they were marching about. Your bow was in your hands, an arrow pointed straight towards the largest one, making your entrance all the more dramatic.

“I’ve got nothin valuable, move along,” You said, standing not a human’s length away from the large one. He put his hands in the air and turned around to look at you. His hood lowered, and the sharp wind blew at his hair and his beard, as painful as a knife since he faced directly into it.

“Don’t,” He advised, lowering his eyes to his sword which was in it’s sheath at his waist. “We’re not looking for trouble.”

“Well, what are you looking for?” You asked, keeping your arrow pointed at his head. He was a cute one though, for a wildling. It’s been a long time since you’ve seen red hair like that.

The man was fearless, for the arms went down and a grin went across his face. “I was looking for something to hunt but I think I found something better. Forget this ragged tent, come with us. I can promise you a warm place to sleep, right here.” He patted at his own chest, which made you laugh. That was a good start.

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Can I request a Beorn x reader where she defends him from Thorin when saying he can’t be trusted, and at some point he tests her trust by coming up to her as a bear. Sorry if it’s stupid I’m not good at these-

Trust (Beorn X Reader)

(Aaaahhhh I’m so sorry this took too long! Thursday night the power went off and it only went back on this Sunday afternoon. I also was stressing about the deadline for a powerpoint I had to pass. I dunno, I’m always anxious whenever there’s something that needs to be done, like my brain just keeps reminding me of it and I will not stop worrying about it until I finish it. And sometimes when I do finish it, my brain will be like “Do we still have anything to do? I feel like we’re forgetting something even though we’re not.”

Okay enough rambling. @kristinpawz I hope you like it! The Elros one I shall try to write soon)

Thorin sat in a corner, with a glare in his eyes. It was nothing surprising really, he was always quite a grumpy one. But even so, all of you know his heart is in the right place.

But right now, you wished he would stop glaring.

On your way to the Lonely Mountain, you had to pass through Mirkwood in order to get there. And on your way to Mirkwood, you had to make an emergency stop at a house Gandalf had led all of you to in desperate attempts to run from the orcs following your trail.

Turns out the house was owned by a large man named Beorn who was a skinchanger. He was the large bear that Bilbo had spotted and had nearly snapped all of your hands off when you all tried to close the door.

But even with Gandalf’s reassurance, Thorin wouldn’t stop being cautious and wouldn’t stop fidgeting while inside the house. It was getting annoying now. You understand why Thorin felt suspicious—Middle Earth was full of darkness and danger and the dwarves in the Company had all lost their homes. You know how it felt to face danger and have second thoughts on who to trust. Even though you were from the Race of Men, you were skilled with the sword and had your fair share of troubles and misfortunes in life. But you decided to still have hope in this world, to still trust others, to still look at the brighter side of things.

You sighed and sat down beside Thorin, who grunted in response when you nudged his arm with your elbow.

“I know what it is that you are going to say,” he grumbled, because Thorin had experienced being at the receiving end of your nagging. He was having flashbacks from one of your lectures when you were at Rivendell.

“Then why do you keep doing it?” you asked. You were one of the people Thorin found comfortable to be with. “Be kind to Gandalf, Thorin. He is just doing what he can to help us. If he didn’t lead us here, the orcs would have taken all of us and this quest would be useless.”

He leaned back and looked at you through the corners of his eyes. “I cannot help but be on guard, (Y/N). This Beorn is, after all, also a large bear. He has the ability to hurt us. Gandalf also said he wasn’t fond of dwarves. I imagine we will be a nice dinner for him.”

“I don’t think he will want to devour you. If this is because of him chasing us when we ran to his house, then that is quite understandable. All Beorn wanted to do was protect his home,” you said, leaning back as well. “Just stop glaring, Thorin. Oh who am I kidding? That scowl is permanently on your face.”

He shoved you lightly which caused you to topple over. Thankfully you landed on hay. You glared at him as Thorin smirked. You shoved him back but he just laughed and rolled his eyes at you.

Gandalf had instructed everyone to make themselves comfortable and rest. Everyone found good spots to sleep on and soon most were snoring. But you couldn’t find sleep. So when everyone was snoring away their worries, you tiptoed and made your way outside. You needed to breathe the fresh air. And you didn’t have the chance to actually appreciate the house earlier since you were all running for your lives. As quietly as you could, you opened the door and stepped outside.

The cold, evening breeze welcomed you and you sighed in relief.

You walked a little further from the door to peek through the leaves. There up in the sky you saw the moon and you let a small smile find its way to your lips. You closed your eyes and thought of what you would do after the quest ended. Maybe you’d try to find a permanent home where you could settle down. The thought of having somewhere to come back to after being away for so long made you happy.

But in the middle of your thoughts you heard a soft growl. You opened your eyes and looked at the direction where you heard the noise.

You froze.

There by the gate stood a large bear.

You instantly knew this was Beorn. But Gandalf had said Beorn was unpredictable when he is a bear. This creature could snap your bones with one bite or hurt you with his claws. Your mind screamed for your body to run, but you found that your feet weren’t responding.

The bear had already taken a few steps forward when your left foot managed to move. But it was a weak attempt—it caused you to trip and fall down.

You didn’t want to make any sudden movements so you stayed there on the ground while the bear made his way towards you. It wasn’t long before you were face to face with the bear, his nose nearly touching yours.

Something, and you didn’t know if it was stupidity or curiosity, made you want to actually reach out a hand and run a hand through the bear’s fur. Slowly you reached out your arm. The bear growled and took a step back, baring its teeth at you. And you didn’t know why, but you shook your head and gestured at your hand. You didn’t move closer—you waited for the bear to come closer.

At first he just glared at your hand and at your seemingly calm face (truth be told, your heart was hammering inside your chest and you feel quite lightheaded). But the bear sniffed and took a step forward. Then to your surprise, he bowed his head a little and nudged your hand.

You took it as a sign that he was actually letting you touch him. You ran a gentle hand through his fur, and you didn’t know if it was your imagination, but you heard the bear hum in content. You let yourself smile again as the bear met your gaze.

But the silence of the night was interrupted by howls in the distance. The bear turned quickly towards the direction of the noise then looked back at you. When you nodded, he ran away to protect his home again.

You stood up, dusted off the dirt on your clothes, and went inside again to go to sleep. As you were about to close the door, someone hands helped you close it silently. You looked and saw it was Thorin. He met your gaze and he offered you a nod and a soft smile.

“Get some sleep, (Y/N),” he whispered.

When you woke up, everyone was already up and about. They seemed distress about something. From outside you heard loud noises, and you figured out that the owner of the house was outside. You wondered to yourself if Beorn would remember your encounter with him last night.

Gandalf instructed you all to come out in pairs, and so you paired up with Thorin to be the last ones to go outside. You were worried when the others had voiced out that Gandalf did not say what the signal was. But you could do nothing as the others made their way outside. You followed Thorin and there you saw a large man who had a very annoyed look on his face. You hoped he wouldn’t throw the axe he was holding.

Beorn looked at the 13 dwarves, especially at Thorin who was the last of them to come out. This was already too much, too much to be a handful. Orcs were already running around, and now dwarves stayed in his house?

But as he looked at Thorin’s companion, the memory of a pair of (eye color) orbs staring into his and a hand gently running through his fur flashed before him and he suddenly felt calmer. Beorn stared at you the longest and you had to avert your gaze. Blush covered your cheeks, but they turned a shade darker when a thought came to mind.

You could have sworn his expression softened when his eyes landed on you.

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Thranduil x Child!Human!Reader

Thranduil x Blind!Child!Human!Reader

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Summary: Your village is attacked by orcs making you run into the woods. There, you find the elven King which swear to protect you for anything that there to touch you

Warnings: ANGST!!!!

Words: 2k

A/n: Well, I thought of doing this has a one-shot but I maybe do a part 2 of this.

Your tiny legs ran faster as they could, taking you away from the awful screams and smell of burning corpses and blood. Tears run down your chubby face, leaving a trail of wetness.

Your village was attacked by a large group of orcs, who raided and killed everyone in the village. Your mother could take you to the mouth of the dense forest, saying for you to run forward and follow the tall trees.

“Go, my child! Never look back! The elves from the forest will help you…Mommy loves you…” she said while rubbing her bloody hand on your cheek, looking to your pearl white eyes.

You’re blind since you were born. It’s was a hard life for a blind child but your mother did all she could do to make you happy, always playing with you when none of the other children did, making you smile when they made fun of you.

“M..Mommy! I’m s..scared!” you said, trying to figure out where was her face. You hear her coughing and feel some warm liquid in your face, making more tears run down from your pearly white eyes. “Mommy…?” you whimper.

You hear her taking a deep breath and her knees falling down on the cold humid ground. “It’s okay, my sweet child…Remember! You are perfect the way you are” she whispers with a weak voice, putting a cold chain on your hand which you squeeze it hard with your tiny hands. “Now GO!” with that she pushed you forward, making run fast as your small legs could go with tears soaking your face.

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The elven King was riding calmly on his elf in his forest, along with a small group of guards. A small smile forms on his sharp face, feeling the warm sunlight hitting his pale skin. It’s been four months since the One Ring was destroyed, bringing finally peace to Middle-Earth. Greenwood finally began to heal from wounds that the darkness did and a beautiful new life started to grow. With this, King Thranduil was truly happy, delighted to see his forest and people to rise and be at peace but it was still dangerous to walk freely in Middle-Earth. There were still groups of orcs and goblins roaming freely in those lands and with that Thranduil have to patrol his forest constantly, to make sure everyone it’s safe.

“Ada! Everything it’s okay on the east borders.” the sound of his son’s voice made his smile bigger. After Aragorn’s coronation, Legolas had come to Greenwood to help his father to heal the forest.

“That’s good to hear, Ion nin,” Thranduil said with soft voice, turning his head to Legolas. “Come! Let’s rest for a bit,” he said while dismounting his elk, letting a guard take hold of the reins.

Nodding, Legolas follows his father to the middle of the clearing. They sat in the tall soft grass, letting the warm sunlight bathe them. A soft smile spreads on Legolas’s face as he hears the gentle song of the birds and trees. Closing his eyes, he lies down on the soft grass, sighing in content.

“It’s good to have you back, Ion nin…I’ve missed you dearly.” Thranduil’s voice broke through the warm air.

Legolas open his eyes and look to his father, seeing his ice blue eyes full of love and warmth. Smiling gently, Legolas nods and grabs his father’s hand, squeezing gently.

“I’m glad to be back, Ada…I also-” Legolas was cut by the sound of shaking bushes, making them shot up from their seats.

The guards walk forward and grabbed their weapons, ready to protect their King and Prince. The sound becomes louder and a small whimper sounded through the air, making Thranduil halt his guards. Suddenly a small girl which looked like 4 or 5 years old, fell forward of the bushes, her small figure was quivering from fear and maybe cold.

At her sight, the elven King rushed to the small child while taking his large robe off. When he got closer to her, the first thing he notices was the dry blood on her pale skin, staining her old brown dress. At the sound of his footsteps, the girl jump, looking in panic at her surroundings. A gasp escapes from Thranduil’s lips when he saw her pearly white eyes, full of tears. She’s blind!

“Shh…It’s okay.” Thranduil’s voice was soft and calm. He put his warm cloak around her small shoulders and rub gently her shivering back. “You’re safe now, Young one.”

With his soft words, the girl jumps to his arms and wraps her tiny arms around his neck, crying into his strong chest. At this, the elven King picks her up and walks towards his son and the guards. Legolas looks to his father with concern eyes, seeing the small quivering child on his chest.

“Ada? What happened?” the Prince asked.

“Not sure but we need to get to the Palace! She needs a healer!” with that, Thranduil mounted his elk with the young girl curl into his chest. Legolas and the guards mounted their horses and follow the King quickly.

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After a long night running blindly through the dense woods, hungry, cold and exhausted. You finally had given up but to your luck, someone was there waiting for you. With a soft voice and gentle hands. You don’t know it was the long hard night or the fact that you had lost everything dearly in mere minutes but as you hear the stranger kind voice, your body melted. Feeling safe and warm in his presence.

During the trip, you were out and in. Your energy-giving up. You felt the stranger halt his mount and climbing down with you in his warm arms.

“Get the healing wing ready and go grab the best healer in the Kingdom!” you hear the stranger yell. The sound of people running around reached to your ears, soft murmurings sounded around you and a light smell of pine and honey hovered in the air.

Where am I? You thought while listening to your surroundings. Suddenly you felt a pair of cold hands grabbing you gently, making you yelp and grip tightly to the stranger’s shirt.

“Shh…It’s okay. Naudel only wants to see your wounds.” his soft voice made your tiny body relax but still alert. You shook your head and hide your soaked face on his neck, feeling his silky hair brush against your chubby cheeks.

“…No…I w..want my m..mommy…” you whimper, more tears running down your face.

The stranger sigh and you feel him sitting on something, putting you on his lap. “I know, My Little Flower…Would it help if I’m here with you while Naudel sees your wounds? I promise I will not anything hurt you.”

Nodding slowly, you let the woman examine your cuts. She cleans them and badged them carefully. While the woman did that, the kind stranger tried to distract you. Making funny sounds and stroking gently your chubby cheeks.

After your cuts had been clean and badged, the woman left you and the stranger alone.

“W..Where am I?…And who are you?…” You asked timidly.

“You are in the Greenwood Kingdom and I’m King Thranduil, Young one,” Thranduil said while putting a piece of y/h/c hair behind your ear. “May I ask your name, little Lady?” you giggle with his last words.

“I’m Y/n…I’ve never met a King before…” you whisper quietly, playing with his long soft hair. Your tiny hands begin wandering up to his sharp face, trying to see how he looked like. A small gasp fell from your lips when you touch his ears, feeling their ends pointy. “You are an elf?…Woow…” you whisper in awe. You could feel his smile as he sees your shocked face.

“Yes, I am! Well, would you like to eat something?” as Thranduil asks this, your stomach growls loudly, making the elven King laugh. “I suppose that was a yes. C’mon! Let’s get you something to eat.” Thranduil put you on the floor gently and grab you a hand with his massive one, leading you to the kitchen.

When you two arrive at the busy kitchen, you hear Thranduil order for a large plate of food. He sits you on a soft chair and gave you a small cup of water which you drank like there wasn’t tomorrow.

“What do we have here? Such a beautiful young lady!” you heard a feminine voice beside you. You turn your face to the source of the voice but didn’t see anything which made you cheerless since you couldn’t see the beautiful creature that your mother used to tell you about.

“This is our new guest! Lady Y/n!” Thranduil said with a proud voice as he introduces you to the other woman.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lady Y/n! I’m Labriel, the cooker!” she said with cheerful voice, putting a plate in front of you.

“…Hello…” You said shyly, tucking your chin on your chest, looking down.

You grab the fork and try to aim for the food on the plate but without success. Then you feel a warm hand on yours, grabbing the fork from your tiny hands. “Here. Let me help you.” Thranduil’s voice was calm.

Opening your mouth, you took pieces of food. The warm food slipped down your throat perfectly, making you hmm in pleasure.

After eating and thanking Labriel for the food, Thranduil took you to a guest room. He bathes you and helps you get in a nightgown, then he combs your y/h/c and braids it.

“There! All clean!… Now it’s time for bed.” he picks you up and puts you gently under the warm covers. As you feel the soft mattress under your body, you were out. Sleeping soundly.

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A tired sigh fell from Thranduil’s lips when he enters in his chambers after putting Y/n to bed. It was strange but he felt a need to protect you like no one. Since his ice blue eyes saw your quivering form in the woods, he knew that he would protect you for the rest of his life…or yours.

A knock sounded on his door, grabbing his attention. “Come in!” he said while taking his crown from his head.

Legolas enter the room with a soft smile on his face. “How is she?” he asks to his father.

“She good. Her wounds weren’t bad…but I think the bigger wound is in her head. She is traumatized.” Thranduil said with a sigh.

“Did she told about what happen to her?” Legolas asked while walking towards the large fireplace, sitting on the comfortable chair.

“No…but I think it was orcs.” Thranduil’s voice was tired and sorrowful, he sat beside his son and rub his fingers on his eyes. “Tomorrow I will order the guards to patrol the forest to try to see if there are any survivor.” Legolas nod with his father’s words and looked to the blazing flames on the fireplace.

—

“MOMMY!” the sound of your screams woke Thranduil up, making him shot up from his comfortable bed.

Grabbing his robe, he runs out of his chambers to your room. As he was getting closer to your chambers, he saw your small figure in the middle of the hallway, looking around with a lost face. Large tears run down your face and your braided hair was all messy from the sleep.

“MOMMY! WHERE ARE YOU?” you whimper loudly.

Wrapping his strong arms around you, Thranduil pulls you to his warm chest, kissing gently your head. “Shhh…You’re safe, Y/n! It’s okay!” he whispers gently to you, making you calm down.

You bury your soaked face on his chest and wrap your arms around him, sobbing into his soft shirt. “I..i’m scared…” you whimper.

Kissing your forehead gently, he picks you up and walks to his chambers. There, he laid you down on his bed with him, covering both of you two with soft blankets.

“No need to be scare, Y/n,” he said gently while he rocks you to sleep, seeing your pearly white eyes flustering with sleep. “I will always protect you, my little Princess.”

With that both of you two fell asleep, cuddling into each other.

Hey Guys!! So, i thought to do a cute little one-shot with Thranduil but turn out to be angst af 😂😂 It’s a little bad but if you guys like it, i will do a part 2! Feel free to comment and tell me what you think!!

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chibi-coffee · 5 years ago

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Caranthir x Human!Reader

Request by a lovely anon:

Greetings from an anon that loves your writings! Can I make a request with Caranthir where his badass human s/o doesn’t like him keeping her out of the oath stuff and tells him that she chose him and that includes his oath too

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Warning: ANGST!!! Death

Words: 1k

A/n: I didn’t know if you wanted angst or fluff but i made it angst. 😂 I hope you don’t mind!

“What are you doing here, Y/n?” Caranthir’s voice came out in a small whisper, trying to contain his rage from your disobedience as he saw you lurking in the shadows of the forest.

“I’m coming with you! I will not stay at the Palace doing nothing a while you and your brothers go get the simaril, Caranthir!” you said while coming out of the shadows of the tall trees, wearing a full elvish armor that your beloved Caranthir had given you. “I can fight!… And I will do anything to help you, Melleth nin!” you whisper quietly the last part, walking slowly towards him.

Caranthir and his older brothers were preparing to attack Doriath since King Dior, Heir of King Thingol, refuses to give the silmaril to the Fëanor sons. Caranthir had told you to stay in his Palace in Thargelion but stubborn as you are, you had followed them quietly until now.

“I know… But I want you to stay safe and away from the problems of the oath of my family.” His voice was gentle and calm, his grey eyes had softened as he looks to you. “I don’t want for you to live our misery.” he cups your soft cheek with his large hand, stroking gently his thumb on your skin.

“Since the day I said yes to court you, I knew what I was dealing with… The oath doesn’t scare me, Caranthir. What scares me is the thought of losing you!” you said firmly, your e/c eyes shining with courage and bravery. “Wherever you go, I go too!” he let out a chuckle and let out a deep sigh, looking down at you with a small smirk.

“You humans are such stubborn little things…Come! Let’s prepare for the attack!” he said while giving you a gentle kiss in the lips, making you grin brightly.

You hum in pleasure and pull him down for one more kiss which grew hungrier as you two begin roaming your hands down your bodies. A cough interrupted your heavy petting, making you pull quickly from each other. Your cheeks bright red and your rosy lips shining with saliva.

“I see you had followed us, Y/n,” Celegorm said with a huge smirk on his face, seeing his brother face burning bright red from your heavy make out. “I never thought that I would live to see Caranthir become so red from a small kiss,” he said while laughing, making Caranthir even redder.

“Shut up! C’mon, Y/n!” he grabs your small hand with his and lead to the large group of elves.

Your heart was beating like crazy which you thought was from your make-out session but something felt off. A big storm was coming, you knew it but you were prepared…and you will do anything in your power to see victory.

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Screams… Painful screams sounded from everywhere. The smell of blood and smoke hovered in the air, making difficult for you to breathe. Your grip on the handler of your sword was strong as you look around you, seeing corpses everywhere. Your left hand was wrapped around your stomach, trying to put some pressure on your wound.

A sindar elf comes running towards you, his sharp blade pointed at you. You bend your knees and spin quickly, putting all your strength in the sword, piercing your sword through the elf’s chest.

“CARANTHIR!” you scream, trying to find me in the mountain of dead elves. In the corner of your eye, your breath was caught in your throat. Lying on the ground were Celegorm and Curufin corpses. You felt tears running down your bruised cheeks. You bend down and gave a kiss one each of their cheeks. “Rest well, Mellon nins…” you whisper.

You stood up slowly, hissing as you fell your wound stretch. You limp through the sea of corpses, trying to find your beloved Caranthir. In the distance, you saw Maedhros and Maglor still fighting which made you sigh in relief.

Suddenly an arrow pierces through your shoulder, forcing a painful cry from your lips. You turn back and saw archer behind you, preparing to shoot another arrow but you were quicker and throw your sword at him. Stabbing in the middle of his chest.

“Fucker…” you grumble, breaking the arrow in your shoulder in two, leaving the point inside your body.

You continue your search, turning the hall and seeing more dead bodies but none was your love. Your body slowly becomes weaker, losing a lot of blood but you will not rest until you find Caranthir.

You limp down the large hallway, walking on the corpses. A wave of tears come running down from your eyes as you see Caranthir lying on the floor with his hands on his stomach. You limp towards him, whimpering his name over and over.

“No…Caranthir!” you whimper as you fall down beside him, putting his head on your lap. He opens very slowly his grey eyes, smiling softly as he sees.

“Melleth nin… Don’t cry…” he whispers weakly, lifting his bloody hand and cupping your soaked cheek. “Y..You know how I hate s..seeing you cry…” he coughs and blood running down his chin, forcing a loud sob from your lips.

You lean down and capture his lips, kissing with all your love. Your cold tears fell to his cheeks, running down on his pale skin. “Please…. don’t go…” you whisper, feeling his breath becoming weaker.

Slowly, you lie down beside him, grabbing his hand with all your strength. He turns his head to the side, giving you a weak smile but disappears quickly when he sees your giant wound on your stomach and shoulder.

“…You are hurt…” he whispers, his voice full of rage for the person who hurt you.

You shook your head and rest your forehead on his. “It doesn’t matter,” you whisper. You begin feeling weaker and weaker, the loss of blood had become too much for you to handle. “I love you so much, melleth nin…” your voice was soft and full of love, making him smile a while tears fall down from his grey eyes.

“I love you too, Y/n…with all my heart.” he leans down and gave you a small kiss.

You two close your eyes and let the heavy sleep take over your weak bodies. You felt his breath stop and you whimper, cuddle into his cold neck.

“I will always follow you…even in death.” with that you let your soul leave your body and darkness surround you.

Hey Guys!! Here is a new one-shot with Caranthir!! I hope you like it and feel free to comment and tell me what you think!

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