#— ꒰🌺꒱ 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐬 ៸៸ the hobbit/lotr ❜‧₊

[edensrose]

Hello beautiful, I was wondering if I could ask for the reactions of the Tolkien characters if the reader dies. If not it's all good in da hood.

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ tolkien characters I write for ⠀〳 human!reader⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. thranduil, legolas, mairon, melkor, manwë, irmo, namo, fëanor and au!smaug when they lose their s/o ( death ៸៸ blood mention ៸៸ grief ៸៸ violence ៸៸ lots of angst in general )

· ⊰ note. I would just like you to know that I gushed so much at being called beautiful omg I don't think you understand — BUT! yes of course! I wrote the reader as human to make it all the more devastating. also, I said it once but I'll say it again: how am I supposed to write when I can't see past my TEARS

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTHRANDUIL 

ʚ It all happened so suddenly, one moment you were at his side - the next, all he saw was a flash of crimson

ʚ Thranduil never wanted you to come along when there were night-hunts and such - yet this time you had managed to convince him to bring you along

ʚ This would be something he would regret for the rest of his existence

ʚ The orc ambush was abrupt and as usual the elves sprung into action. He ordered you to stay at his side even after your assurances that you could handle yourself 

ʚ By the time he had realised you had ventured away from his right, it was far too late. He turns just in time to see the weapon piercing your chest. He’ll never forget the horror of your scream ripping through the air 

ʚ Thranduil did everything he could to save you, holding you in his arms as he sped through the forest on his elk back to the palace 

ʚ By the time he reached, you were gone. It was a painful sight to witness as the king refused to admit that yet another love had been lost. He screams at the healers, ordering, pleading them to do something 

ʚ “Why are you not doing anything?! Help her - Help her! No — No she’s not, do not say such! Just. . . Just help her. . .”

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ LEGOLAS 

ʚ It was simply supposed to be a message. That’s all his father sent him to Rivendell for - to send a message and return back home with you. Then, he roped himself into the mess of the ring. . . Legolas would never forgive himself over what would happen on the quest 

ʚ It was during the battle of Helm’s Deep. As usual, you and Legolas were dominating the battlefield - side by side with a grace yet lethality only elves could muster 

ʚ He knew you more than anyone, as you did him. Whenever the two of you fought alongside it was almost akin to a dance. In-sync, harmonised. You always played off of one another with great excellence 

ʚ Legolas took his eyes off of you for a second. A second. And that’s when it happened. He tried to scream for you, tried to sprint over - but all his efforts proved fruitless 

ʚ He remembers everything clearly, the way you turned your head to face the oncoming arrows - the expression on your face when you realised this would be your end 

ʚ There was no time to grieve for you. He had been pulled back and into the inner-area. It would only be after the battle that he finally had the opportunity to cradle you in his arms - desperate for your warmth. No one would forget the way Legolas wept that day, nor the broken apologies in his sobs 

ʚ “Goheno nin. . . Goheno nin.” 

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ MAIRON 

ʚ He knew better than to fall in love with a human. Him - a maia, allowing himself to be so vulnerable with a mortal. . . he should have known this is how it would have ended. And yet nothing would ever prepare Mairon for the day that he lost you

ʚ You were a weakness, he knew that more than anyone. But what mattered was when his master found out - needless to say, Melkor wasn’t too pleased with his lieutenant ‘lowering’ himself to such a degree as to feel love

ʚ The maia has conducted a number of tortures throughout his lifetime - witnessed even more at the dark lord’s hand. But nothing would ever amount to the breaking of his heart and the rupturing of his very soul when he saw yours 

ʚ You weren’t granted a peaceful death, and he watched every second of it. Mairon knew more than anyone just how much Melkor loved prolonging the demise of his victims. But what tore him more than anything was that he couldn’t do a damn thing to stop it. Even if he wanted to fight for you - he was defenceless against a damn vala

ʚ He was granted the mercy of being able to hold you in your final moments. He cradles you to his chest, on his knees and not caring how pathetic he looked with tears streaming down his face. He kept murmuring that he would find you again, if Eru would be so gracious as to give you a second chance. Deluding himself. 

ʚ “Ssh. . . Ssh. . . It is alright. Rest. . . I will find you again, I swear — on my life. I will do whatever it takes,’’ 

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMELKOR 

ʚ He knew good and well that falling in love with bring him here - and yet he still went ahead and fell in love with a human of all things. He would call himself a fool - a love-blinded one, yet he knew that he would do it all again for you 

ʚ Melkor was aware that humans are mortal, that they eventually grow old and die. Which is why he tried everything in his power to prevent that. To take away this thing that Eru called ‘the gift or mortality’ 

ʚ His efforts only grew when you had fallen fatally ill. He practically cursed at his father’s name, questioning whether or not this was his punishment for all that he had done in this existence 

ʚ Despite all that he had tried, you were unfortunately taken by the illness. Melkor preserves your body, vowing to bring you back. Yet any and all attempts would be fruitless. No matter how much he tried - he could not reverse this one damn thing 

ʚ During the War of Wrath, when he knew good and well that he was defeated. His final moments in Angband were sitting beside your body, holding your hand and assuring that one day — he’d see you again. Even if it took all eternity

ʚ “Even if it takes me a thousand lifetimes to return to you, I will. Wherever you are, wait for me.’’ 

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ MANWË 

ʚ He would never have dreamed of questioning his father - he knew better. But all that would change the day that you were taken from him. He tried to prepare himself, knowing good and well that falling in love with a mortal whilst he - a vala - would live on 

ʚ The mystery of where humans go to when they die would begin to tear him up inside. It wasn’t like you were an elf, who would eventually reincarnate back, nor a maia - you were human and given the gift of mortality - something he would later call a curse 

ʚ Manwë held your hand as the sickness took you, pressing gentle kisses to your knuckles as your hand limped in his hold. He never thought that he would ever experience greater grief than when his brother rebelled – yet here he was 

ʚ The skies were dark that day as clouds hung over Valinor in thick sheets. The Elder King brought you into his arms, trying to savour the remnants of your warmth as he buried his face into your hair 

ʚ “If this is your will, father, why does it hurt to this degree? I have done nothing but obey. Why must my heart be taken as well?” 

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ IRMO 

ʚ Devastated. He would never be able to close his eyes and sleep peacefully again - for all he would see was your face. The Master of Dreams would experience nothing but nightmares after your passing and they would haunt him for the rest of his existence 

ʚ He tried to hold onto hope that he would see you again in the second music that was promised to them by Eru - but that faith dwindled whenever he thought long enough on it 

ʚ Irmo had had the mercy of being able to hold you whilst you went - or should he say horror? He wasn’t quite sure. All he remembered was holding you tight within his warm embrace and singing a soft song to you in an attempt to make your departure easier 

ʚ The song was one he would always sing to you to lull you to sleep - it would do the same now. Yet this time, he knew good and well that you would never awake from your slumber

ʚ He couldn’t bring himself to bury you, instead, he found a way to preserve your body. In a glass casket surrounded by flowers - his very own sleeping beauty. Yet all knew that true love’s kiss would not wake you up 

ʚ There are many times that they would see him beside the casket, simply looking at your features. Other times he’d fall asleep beside it, yet none of these slumbers would be peaceful

ʚ “Perhaps I should be grateful that I am allowed to see you again in my dreams. If only you were there when I woke up as well.’’ 

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ NAMO 

ʚ He had seen death throughout his existence. It was his very livelihood, he was immune to it. Yet nothing would amount to what he felt when he saw your eyes dull. It felt different - and for a moment, Namo swore that he himself was human, as he experienced a range of emotions that he had once perceived was only possibly for man 

ʚ The vala knew better than anyone that you would not enter his halls. What made it worse was that he hadn’t the slightest idea of where you would go - the creator had never disclosed what happened after humans died. And it tore him up inside 

ʚ He finally understood what it was like to grieve and what the loved ones of those who ventured into his halls must have felt

ʚ Namo would become more closed-off than what he already was, possibly even colder. With you around, he had begun to feel for the first time in what felt like aeons. But now that you were gone - everything shattered 

ʚ There was a part of him that even regretted falling in love. Perhaps he could have saved himself from the agony that hollowed his heart out and filled him with grief 

ʚ “If this is the feeling of love, I do not want it.’’ 

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ FËANOR 

ʚ He would never forgive himself for falling in love with a human - and sacrificing everything for his quest. He exchanged your life for those damn silmarils and never would he never find peace - even if he managed to obtain them 

ʚ It was an accident, a twist of fate. Feanor was meant to die that day - if it weren’t for you stepping in. You valiantly fought against Gothmog in a desperate attempt to protect the one you loved after witnessing his wounded state

ʚ He barely managed to get you out of that battle in one piece - and when he did, he knew that it was already too late. You were already bleeding out and on the verge of death. It was then that he finally asked himself the question: 

ʚ Was it worth it? 

ʚ Feanor would shout at first, demanding that you stay with him - trying everything in his power to save you despite it being a lost cause. He was severe in everything that he did and felt - which is why his cries and grief felt more than overwhelming 

ʚ He knew that he would never see you again. Perhaps that it was truly broke him

ʚ “Do not close your eyes - Don’t you dare close your eyes! Look at me! I need you, do you hear me!? I need you — please.’’ 

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ AU!SMAUG 

ʚ Where do dragons go when they die? He wasn’t sure, but he knew damn well that it wasn’t wherever humans went 

ʚ He should have known that having a significant other would put them in great jeopardy. Smaug had a number of enemies after all. But he never would have thought that it would lead to the cause of your death 

ʚ He couldn’t accept that you were gone. But his grief at that moment would only last for a minute before his rage took over and he sought revenge on those who dared to take you from him. Whoever they were, their allies, their loved ones, all suffered 

ʚ And when he returned to you - it is only then that the severity of everything crashed down. He could do nothing but cradle you in his arms and sit there, his arms wrapped around you as if trying to shield you from the world. Despite you being long gone 

ʚ There’s no telling how long he would remain there, simply holding you in his arms as he tried to come to terms with the fact that he would never be able to see you again - alive and well

ʚ “I avenged you, but does it even matter? You are gone, and will forever be so — because I could not protect you.’’ 

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[edensrose]

may i request fluffy legolas x reader headcanons? thank you very much and have a lovely day!

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ legolas ⠀〳 reader⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. fluffy relationship headcanons with legolas

· ⊰ note. absolutely! have a great day too love 💕

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ʚ Legolas gives you little pecks. It’s one of his favourite things to do - be it your temple or your cheek or your forehead, also your nose He absolutely loves given you a small ‘boop’ of a kiss and watching your nose scrunch up a little 

ʚ Loves braiding your hair. He does it a lot when comforting you or simply when he has had a long day and wants nothing but to have you in his arms while he runs his fingers through your hair, braiding it in various styles and such 

ʚ On that note he’s usually the one to do your hair in the morning. Whether he gets you late because he begins aweing at you and pressing pecks all over your face is another story 

ʚ Such a big cuddler, after a long day he comes back, scoops you up regardless of what you may doing and tosses you to the bed before getting in beside you and snuggling you up into his embrace 

ʚ Has a knack for wanting to play tag with you. He’s not sure whether it’s your laughing as you run away from him or what but it’s one of his favourite activities with you 

ʚ Legolas calls you by a lot of nicknames, most notably of which would be “darling’’, sometimes he may call you “loth nin’’ ( my flower ) 

ʚ There are times he has tried to teach you archery. He’ll loop his arms around you and guide your hands with his. However, he can be a little shit at times and try to throw you off just before you shoot by either tickling your sides or pressing a kiss to your cheek 

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[edensrose]

Hi there! You’re page is very beautiful and amazing and I was wondering if you could do a Thranduil x human wife reader where she is trying to learn Elvish but just gets a little frustrated and Thranduil helps her❤️

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ thranduil ⠀〳 human!reader⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. in an effort to surprise your husband you try to learn sindarin — it doesn't go too well

· ⊰ note. thank you darling! I'll absolutely write this for you 💕

ʚ You had tried to learn elvish in secret as a way to surprise your husband - of course, you could have gotten some sort of tutor but you didn’t want to risk ruining the surprise for him 

ʚ Whenever Thranduil would be out doing his kingly duties you would use that as an opportunity to learn more. You collected books, scrolls, even listening in on other staff in an attempt to decipher what they said

ʚ There are times you’d try to speak to the others in elvish too as a means of getting accustomed to the articulation 

ʚ But no matter how hard you tried there was always a slip up - you supposed this should have been expected given that learning a new language on a whim is never really easy 

ʚ You couldn’t help but feel frustrated with yourself, especially since this was something you wanted to do for your beloved partner. You pushed yourself, trying harder, extending your little learning sessions for longer and such

ʚ However, one night you had lost track of time and completely disregarded the fact that Thranduil would return early after a meeting. You sat there along the windowsill, speaking to yourself. Now, Thranduil would have entered without much thought - until he heard the familiar dialect of his people 

ʚ He stops just before the doorway, listening in as you try to recite the sentence you had been working on all night. You’d replace words, try to pronounce others - but nothing seemed to be working in your favour 

ʚ “Thîr - vain chîn. . . darn? th-ulen. . . síla sui - no - Law Ithil — veleth nín? No!”

ʚ You groan, burying your head into your hands and breathing through your nose. If it were possible, steam may have even been flowing from your ears at this stage. “Ithil means moon, are you trying to say your love is like the moon? No!’’ 

ʚ It was a simple statement that you wished to tell your beloved: ‘Your beauty took my breath away, your radiance shines like the moon. You have my love.’ yet the night truly wasn't going in your favour 

ʚ You try again, determined to at least say the full statement without any stumbles - and when you eventually did, you nearly jumped to your feet in excitement and squealed, something that Thranduil found quite endearing once he realised what exactly you were trying to do 

ʚ “Chin gelair chîn orthernir guren.” ( Your radiant eyes conquered my heart. ) was what he had decided to call out as he finally revealed himself. You ended up jumping to your feet in any case and spun around to look at your husband in shock before your cheeks burned with embarrassment 

ʚ Thranduil goes on to tell you that it was quite endearing listening to you try to speak Sindarin to which you immediately apologise for butchering any phrases or pronunciations in fear of offending him - but when he cupped your cheek and presented you with the smile that always made your heart flutter, you immediately calmed down 

ʚ “You could have simply requested my aid, mire nin.’’ His arms hook around you, prompting your hands to find his shoulders. You admitted that you wanted it to be a surprise and you swore you could see the second his heart warmed 

ʚ He presses a gentle peck to your lips before leading you to the desk to observe your study material. Thranduil offered you his help, to which you gladly accepted now that the fact was out of the bag 

ʚ Perhaps you should have told him about this earlier - because soon it became a fun little activity for the both of you to bond over. You found yourself learning at a faster pace

ʚ Especially when rewards were in place for when you excelled 

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[edensrose]

legolas x reader in a modern world headcanons? have a lovely day!!!! <3

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ modern!legolas ⠀〳 reader⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. modern hcs with legolas

· ⊰ note. here you go! have a great day too 💕

ʚ You and Legolas took the same course in college, yet the both of you never really interacted. Sure, you knew one another - even sat beside each other. But you typically focused on your work and while Legolas was a social butterfly he never wished to bother you 

ʚ What you didn’t know was that the elf had the biggest crush on you – the very reason as to why he tried his hardest not to disturb you 

ʚ While you did find him quite attractive, once again, you focused more on your work. Not wanting to let feelings distract you and possibly get yourself hurt in the process. Legolas was stunning, kind and sweet all around. You knew damn well there were many fawning over him

ʚ It was only until the both of you interacted outside of college, at a coffee shop that you worked part-time in, did your relationship grow. You found him visiting more often and as much as you didn’t want to admit it you found yourself waiting for each and every visit 

ʚ This would be what eventually sparked him asking for your number, which would lead to endless texts and phone calls — till you found yourself on a date with him. Then a second and a third - and before you knew it: you were dating 

ʚ Still tries his hardest not to disturb you when you’re both in class but he can’t help it. Legolas is a very physically affectionate lover and always has to have a hand resting on your knee or fingers laced with yours. There are some times he just slumps against your shoulder and pays absolutely no attention to the lecturer and instead watches you scribble down notes 

ʚ Takes you out on sooooo many dates. He has something new planned every weekend. One of his favourites has to be the carnival. He uses his sharp aim to his every advantage when it comes to the booth games. Let’s just say that your entire room is full of stuffed animals that he’s won for you 

ʚ You often stay over at his place. His father is a politician so you weren’t surprised when you discovered Legolas resided in some old-timely manor. His entire life he was pretty much sheltered and spoiled so you take it upon yourself to cook him meals just to show him what the ‘taste of home’ is like. You even offered to teach him how to cook and it became a favourite activity between the both of you 

ʚ You’re the one who has to drag him out of bed in the mornings when you both have class. He’s way too content sleeping in and missing the entire day if it means he can snuggle with you 

ʚ Legolas bought you a little arrow pendant bracelet, he has a similar one but with the bow. He’s hopelessly romantic like that 

ʚ Bubble baths! Loves just soaking with you ( and throwing foam at you like the little shit he is but that’s a story for another day )

ʚ You both have a system. You steal all his jackets and jerseys and when they don’t have his scent anymore, you give them back. He, in turn, receives your scent all over his clothes - which he’ll then return back to you once it’s gone. And the cycle continues 

ʚ He is very active on social media and let’s just say you have featured a LOT on his pages. Everyone is always gushing about how cute the two of you are with one another

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[edensrose]

hi! your writing is absolutely lovely and I'm so captivated all the time!

can I request a Legolas x reader where she's part of the fellowship and was with him (she's an elf) during the company as well, and maybe she believes him to be in love with tauriel and so she distances herself because she's in love with him, and grows close to aragorn and Legolas gets jealous and maybe one day he confesses and kisses her? and aragorn is like "i knew it! finally!"

thank you so much 💕

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ legolas ⠀〳 elf!reader⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. years of waiting for him, you finally decide to do what's best for your own well-being, no matter how hard it may be. but what happens when what you initially believed cannot be further from the truth? and legolas finds himself jealous of your new distraction? ( some discourse ៸៸ jealousy ៸៸ thoughts of unrequited love ៸៸ abrupt kiss )

· ⊰ note. hi there love! thank you sm! I hope this is to your liking ♡ sindarin translations are in the comments!

ʚ You and Legolas knew each other for as long as you could remember and throughout the years you stayed at his side. After the events of the mountain, all that had come to pass, and even when his father sent him to Rivendell; you were there, at his side. Of course, in your own right, given the fact that you were one of Mirkwood’s highly skilled rangers and grew up training amongst the palace guards; it was only natural for you to be sent on the minor quest with Legolas, not only as his friend but also to serve a type of ‘guard’

ʚ Due to knowing him for such a long period of time, this meant that you witnessed most events that he had gone through. Specifically - his liking towards Tauriel. Now, it would be a lie to say you hadn’t felt something for the prince. . . no, it was more than that. Before she even entered the picture, you were undeniably in love with Legolas

ʚ It hurt, watching him fall in love with her, look at her with that affectionate gaze that you could only dream of being the object of. Sure he treated you as his closest companion but that’s all you were - a friend. And even after he realised she held no interest for him and in the process, had his heart broken as yours was a lingering voice in the back of your head told you he was still in love with her. After all, it is a rarity for an elf to love a second time within their lifespan

ʚ And perhaps that hurt more than anything else, knowing that Legolas would never look at you in the same light that he regarded her. But, you held strong. Forcing down the agonising feeling and staying at his side even long after she took her own path; you did so right up until the present, where the new Fellowship of the Ring was formed. Albeit nervous, considering you promised the king to bring back his son after the delivery of the letter, you knew damn well he would have your head if you didn’t stick it out with Legolas and instead returned to Mirkwood. Which was one of the main reasons you decided to stay 

ʚ Don’t delude it, it wasn’t as if you held no regard for Legolas, but over the years. . . it started to become more of a challenge to simply swallow your feelings. It’s common knowledge that an elf can die of a broken heart and as your time at his side progressed, you felt as though you may indeed face such a devastating end. For no matter how hard you tried, it seemed that your heart continued to beat for him and the love that you held for him doubled, tripled, despite knowing it was something you could never have. Once you two returned to Mirkwood, you were planning on talking a miniature break, to distance yourself form him and focus on the well-being of yourself. However, with this newfound quest it seemed that your plans would have to wait 

ʚ So, with a heavy heart you decided to use this time to practice. Perhaps it would make it easier for when you eventually went home. Luckily for you, you found yourself getting along with a particular ranger who had recently made your acquaintance - Aragorn. You found yourself growing increasingly close to him at a surprisingly rapid rate throughout your quest and honestly? It kept you away from the desire of being at Legolas’ side at all times. It soothed the ache of your heart from having to distance yourself from him and made it slightly easier

ʚ However, what you didn’t anticipate, let alone notice, was the pair of eyes that always seemed to be on the two of you. Whilst you were so preoccupied growing closer to Aragorn, you can completely looked over the fact that something. . . Bothered Legolas. Of course, you saw him acting up a little, but you chalked it up to the nature of this journey you all found yourselves on. Little did you know that whilst you would play around and laugh with the ranger; Legolas watched with disdain. Since when was this a thing? He always thought it was you and him against the world; yet now everything was Aragorn. . . No, don’t tell him: did you fancy Aragorn? 

ʚ Contrary to your belief, you meant more to Legolas than a simple friend. As fate would have it, Legolas had fallen for you, but after the entire fiasco with Tauriel he decided to keep it hidden, in fear of not only rejection but possibly ruining a friendship he has had for centuries. Yet now. . . it seemed as though history was repeating itself. Did you have a thing for Aragorn? Is that why you grew so close to him all of a sudden? Was there a blooming romance? Were you in love with him?

ʚ It ate at Legolas alive and seeing the two of you constantly with one another did not make the situation better, especially when he noticed the growing distance between you and him. It only made him further believe that you were indeed, head over heels for this ranger. And soon? His disdain turned into something far greater. . . Jealousy. 

ʚ He couldn’t manage it. Seeing you with Aragorn all the time, laughing with Aragorn, just  Aragorn, Aragorn, Aragorn! It drove him up the wall far more than he would like to admit, And as time went on, the jealousy toiled and twisted, no matter how hard he tried to push it down. . . until one night during a little stop at an inn, he could take it no more. 

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“Legolas — For goodness sake! Ow!” 

A whine breaks through the icy midnight air as you are unceremoniously tugged out of the inn by your prince in a manner you have yet to experience from him. Certainly, a circle of red would find your wrist by the time he decided to release it. 

“Must you handle me so gracelessly?’’ You huff, bringing the abused hand to your chest and facing the elf before you. Cerulean hues, once serene like that of a clear sky, now brimming with storm clouds. A swirl of emotions you could not pinpoint not decipher. Apart from one key fact: he was anything but happy. “What has you in such a foul mood?” You arch a brow, and rightfully so — for it was abnormal for Legolas of all people to hold such a conflicted look within his eyes. 

“Y/N. . .’’ The name falls from his lips in a tremble, a vexed one. “Why do you linger by his side at all times of the day?’’ Clenching his jaw, Legolas forces down as much bitterness in his tone as he can muster. “Why is it that he is suddenly the object of all your attention? I never see him without you and vice versa.” 

For a second you are confounded, caught off-guard not only by his out-of-character behaviour but also his words. “Aragorn?” The lightbulb clicks, yet only partially. “He is simply my friend, Legolas. Do you have a problem with me befriending -”

“I do when you act as though I am nonexistent.’’ He cuts you short, leaving you taken aback by the sudden. . . is that irritation in his tone? 

Legolas takes advantage of your silence and soon the minuscule surprise turns into a greater shock. “Everywhere we go, somehow, you always have to be at his side — talking and laughing with him as if it is just the two of you. He is the first person you look at after a joke, the first person you seek after slumber, in fact; he may indeed be the only person you look at throughout majority of the day! When we rest, you face him, when we venture, you are at his side. Has he become so important that the rest of us are invisible to you?”

It takes you a minute to both collect your words and process his. Has he truly been paying such close attention? By the looks of it, he was readying his tongue to list off the various other instances he’s noticed, so you swiftly chimed in. “Does it matter that much, Legolas?” 

And in that moment you were unsure whether such a question was deemed wise. For the second it met his ears, the storm within his sapphire hues roared on and twisted, practically displaying a mix of lightning and thunder; before you knew it, he found purchase on your shoulders and tugged you forward unceremoniously. 

“Are you that blind!?” With furrowed brows, he locks his gaze onto yours. “Can you not see why this affects me to such degree? Or is it that you simply don’t care? Rhaich! I am in love with you Y/N.’’ 

And if his words were not shock-inducing enough, then surely the feel of his lips pressed against yours a mere moment later was. 

Your heart altogether froze in beat, unmoving and as stiff as the rest of your body, for every muscle and fibre within you tensed all at once from the abrupt motion. Starstruck. That was the appropriate phrase. As time stood still you gaped with expansive eyes at the prince who. . . was kissing you. Who confessed to you. 

A thousand questions circled your mind. Did you hear correctly? Had you dazed out? Was this a dream — was Eru messing with you? 

If it wasn’t real then how did you feel him? If it was just a daze, why did his warmth radiate against both your body and mouth in such a comforting manner? No, it had to have been real, for the way he held, kissed you, felt unlike any dream your mind had ever conjured up. 

Yet just when you were hoisting yourself from the ocean of haze, the warmth fled.

As if sense kicked him square in the head, Legolas suddenly jolted back. Your immobility and frigid form prompted him to believe he had taken it a step too far. Fingers quake in their grip on your shoulder and panicked hues face you. “Y/N -” He starts, hold loosening on your form. “I — goheno nin, I wasn’t -” 

It’s your turn to cut him off as you reach out and haul him back in by the material of his cloak, leaving him the one to gape with enlarged eyes, albeit, for a shorter amount of time as his mind quickly registered the moment and allowed his body to ease as yours did. 

Legolas takes your waist on instinct, flushing you against him as you simultaneously loop a pair of arms around his neck, mewling with delight at the feel of him returning the kiss; ten times more passionate than the last. His kiss was gentle, lips impossibly soft, even more so than the countless times you imagined such an exchange. The warmth of his body against yours send a wave of delight up your spine and a flurry of butterflies to run wild within your chest as he somehow managed to pull you closer. 

And you begged, you prayed to ever divine being in existence that this was real. That you stood there beneath the mood with the man you have loved century after century, in his arms, sharing such a passionate moment of adoration, affection, love.

You part for but a second in need of air, only to be towed back in as one of his hands now caresses your cheek. It’s the contrast of both gentle touch and desperation of his ministrations. And with every time it broke the time apart was barely enough to ease the burning in your lungs — yet neither of you cared, for the feel of being apart for too long was more than either of you could bear for the given instant. As the decades, centuries — eons-worth of emotions poured into this single, time-stopping moment. 

Only when your knees felt weak, threatening to buck and when the sear in your chest became too much to bear, did the two of you at long last, part. He strayed not far away, as if afraid to lose you once more if he were to drawback but an inch more. Alternatively, you relished in the closeness, the lingering warmth as breaths mingled and eyes stared into one another oh so deeply. 

Silence, a comforting one at that, settled amongst the night. Or perhaps it was your own doing, for the sounds of crickets chirping and other midnight clatters were droned from your ears. All you heard was him, his heart — all you felt was him, all you saw was Legolas. 

After moments of hushed staring, a thumb rubs at your cheekbone and after clearing his throat, the elf murmurs: “I will take that. . . as a positive.’’ 

You cannot help but giggle at the soft pink scattered across his pale cheeks. “Yes,’’ bringing a hand up to his face, you return the gentle caress and lean up to touch his forehead with yours. “I love you, Legolas.’’ His breath hitches, bringing a smile to your lips. “It is something I’ve wanted to say for the longest time. . .’’ 

“It is something I have wanted to hear for eons.’’ 

Cerulean pools brim with everything you could have ever wanted. Adoration, devotion and most importantly. . . love. 

He loves you.

Legolas loves you.

Your heart somersaulted, singing to the heavens as it, at last, joined with his. And just as you are about to tug him back in for a second round of breathless kisses — a voice renders you both still. 

“I wondered when the two of you would get your heads out of the clouds.”

While you expected Legolas to loosen hold on you, you were pleasantly surprised when he instead pulled you closer. “. . . You knew?” He questions, all eyes now on the ranger who stands but a few feet away. 

“As if it was not obvious,’’ he chuckles, hands at his hips. “It’s about damn time.’’ Aragorn sighs, turning on heel and finding his way back into the inn. “Well, you two seem to be of good health. Do not let me stop whatever. . . that was.’’ Pertaining to the closeness of your forms and your hands which were buried in blonde locks, the ranger finds his way back from where he came. 

Cheeks burn in embarrassment so you seek refuge in the warmth of Legolas’ chest, deciding to ignore Aragorn’s little statement and instead focus on the feel of the elf’s arms around you.

And there you stayed, two hearts now one, under the glimmer of stars. You were his and he was yours. At long last.

[edensrose]

Hey :> Could i please request thanduil/reader smut where reader loses her virginity to him? And he's kinda dominant but also gentle cos its her first time.

Thank you so much :D

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ thranduil ⠀〳 reader⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. tonight would be special, for tonight, thranduil finally claims you entirely and makes you his queen ( smut ៸៸ minors dni ៸៸ sexual content ៸៸ penetrative sex ៸៸ nickname usage ៸៸ rough sex ( towards the end ) ៸៸ explicit descriptions )

· ⊰ note. hi there! hope this is to your liking. I honestly am a little nervous even putting this out since I kept second guessing myself and writing in stages — hopefully it doesn't suck too bad phaha

Gasping for the sweetness of air, shoulders tense, head lolled back 一 you await the burning in your lungs to fade as you gradually come down from the clouds, the blissful high. The blurs of colour melt away and soon enough, you are faced with the source of your most recent state. . . the elvenking himself. 

He rises from your heat with a grace that only an elf could muster; despite oh so vigorously driving you up the wall but a moment ago. The smile on his lips would lead anyone to believe that he hadn’t just sent you to the stars and back with nothing but his tongue. 

What a trickster. 

“Are you alright, my darling?” 

The nerve! To ask such a question as if he hadn’t caused you to keen and cry out whilst being brought to nirvana repeatedly. Your glare earns a chuckle and soon, silvery tresses cascade around you. 

“Worn out already. . . Should I be surprised?’’ A shiver crawls up your spine as cold lips trail a series of wet kisses along your neck, teasing at marks left behind by his majesty. “After all, this little hole is a virgin.’’ You gasp, hips craning into his hand as a finger leisurely drags along your slit. 

“Thranduil,’’ he bites back a groan, the way in which you whine out his name is beyond heavenly. It shoots straight to his already pulsing shaft and almost sends him over the edge. Almost. If it weren’t for the voice in his head reminding him that this was indeed, your first time, surely 一 you would have been fucked into the mattress by now.

Sapphire hues meet yours for a mere moment before you are pulled into a kiss, passion, want, need. The king poured all of these vast and raging emotions into one single act of intimacy, whilst all you could do was cling and attempt to return it all. The fire had been lit once more, surged on by the feeling of a new pressure against your heat and Thranduil’s eager desires. 

“Meleth,’’ he groans, grasping your face after forcing himself to part from your lips; which intoxicated him far more than even the finest elvish wine. “Are you ready for me?’’ His voice is shaky, words but a murmur. “I am unsure if I will be able to stop once we have started.’’ 

It was a warning, that much you could tell. From his throbbing length flushed between your labia to the unsteady breathing above 一 it took not a genius to deduct that your elven lover was holding on by a thread. The chance to back out was now, although you were certain Thranduil would internally curse a thousand times and over; you knew he would withdraw the second you gave word. 

Glancing down at where your heats met, you almost shivered at the sight of his cock, upright and ready to claim you as his own once and for all. It’s almost frightening, but you enjoy the thrill, the unknown waters you seem to venture deeper and deeper into. 

You would be lying if you said you weren’t as needy as him, for you had lost yourself to the lust and pleasure long before this point had even been reached. All thanks to him. His touch, the way he brought you so high 一 eager. You were eager for the bliss his eyes silently promised. 

“I. . . I’m ready.’’ His gaze finds yours in search of any hesitance, he finds none. You take his face between your hands and whisper your want, your need. “My king, I am yours to take.’’ 

Thranduil exhales a groan. What had you done to him? Surely, you must have been aware of your hold on him; the ability to tear him down into nothing but a man greedy to have it all. He’d almost call it cruel, the way you enticed him. 

“As you wish;’’ he starts, repositioning himself to hover over you whilst icy hands capture your hips and bring them forward. “Tonight. . .’’ Pale sapphires bore into your soul, distracting you from the tip of his cock rimming your hole. 

“I make you my queen.’’ 

Your breath lodges within your throat and all you can do is gasp as he finally breaches your most sensitive walls. It’s the sting, the burning stretch and abrupt fullness that leaves your head spinning and falling back into the pillows. He follows in-suite, face looming over yours as he claims what’s his. Inch by inch, steadily, agonisingly. Tears sting your eyes and when your voice finally returns you let out a meek whine. 

Thranduil halts, pelvis flushed to yours as the room fills with a series of heated pants and trembling murmurs. You can all but cling to your lover whilst he cooes a hundred promises, assuring you that the searing pain will last but a moment. Things such as: 

“You are doing so well,’’ 

“Meleth you feel so good.’’ 

“A little more, my darling, just a little more.’’ 

You greedily accept his praise and reassurance, letting it distract you from the feel of his steadily rocking hips. His length eases in, dragging against velvety walls and leaving your eyes fluttering from the tiny intrusions. “Thranduil,’’ You call once the sting subsides, replaced by a dull ache. 

The sudden restriction of your core leaves him groaning as you pull him in by gaze once more. “Are you ready, my darling?’’ He’s barely holding on, driven to near-madness by the warmth of your cavern, the tightness that encases his cock and traps him in this torturous haven. 

Hunger. Like a ravenous predator, his eyes meet yours, promising more than you could ever imagine. Pleasure beyond your wildest dreams, the high you so desperately yearned for. It almost feels dangerous, what you’re getting yourself into 一 and yet you nod, accepting the uncertainty and all its mystery. “Please,’’ it’s all the confirmation he needs. 

Thranduil’s hands find your hips once more and raise them in the slightest. The once minuscule entries now turning into drawn-out thrusts. He pulls out, only to fill you to the brim again. And again, and again. 

The previously slow pace is replaced by a more moderate one that has you gasping as your core flutters around his manhood, begging, pleading for more despite only recently adjusting. The searing heat returns, yet this time it is more than welcomed, much like his cock which thrusts within, leaving not a spot untouched in its way. 

“Th-Thranduil,’’ he has to shut his eyes, unable to behold the sight of you. Head hung back, lips parted and back arching as you give yourself to him. He fears that if dares to glance down he’ll lose hold of the restraint he has oh so desperately been holding on to since the start of the evening. Your moans do little to help the difficulty, drawing out his own groans of delight as his nails press into your skin further, fingers trembling and displaying all that he’s holding back. 

It’s the sound of your voice, the tremble of his name 一 the pleading and squelching of your core as it greedily accepts his every intrusion. The breathy moans which escalate into desperate mewls and the faint bucking of your hips. All of which makes it all the more harder to keep himself from throwing your legs over his shoulders and bringing you both to bliss until neither of you can take any more. 

Thranduil makes the mistake of looking down at you and instantly sucks a breath. You feel the falter in his pace and flutter your eyelids wider in an attempt to look at him. Furrows brows, clenched jaw, it’s enough to stimulate your need even further. 

“My king,’’ it’s a soft murmur but enough to catch his attention. “More. . .’’ Nails find purchase on his shoulders as your legs find his waist. “M-More please,’’ you rasp. 

He can take no more. 

The elvenking responds by grabbing ahold of your hips and driving himself the deepest yet, knocking the air straight out of your lungs and leaving you clutching to his pale flesh. “It’s as if you are trying to send me over the edge.’’ His voice is low, unsteady 一 a mere shadow of its usual self. “My pretty petal, so eager to be claimed.’’ 

You are unable to even process the series of events. All you see is him, all you feel is him. With knees now brought to your chest you can do nothing but claw at the sheets as a strong hold keeps you in place. The feel of his cock more pronounced than ever as it seeks to bring stars to your vision. 

“Thranduil!” “This is what you requested, is it not?’’ 

A mewl is ripped from your throat, a series of pants and gasps filling the room before your jaw is in his grasp once more; forcing your gaze upon him. “It is what you begged me for. To claim this little virgin hole?’’ 

You can do nothing but gape, parting your lips and staring into cerulean hues now wild and firm, boring into your very soul. Yet you can focus not, for all your attention is on the snapping of his hips, the feel of his tip touching that one bundle of nerves that makes you cry out in desperation. “Th-There - There!” 

The words are jumbled and slurred as if you’ve become drunk from the bliss overtaking your body one tidal wave after another. You buck your hips, frantic for that sensation once more. 

“Here?’’ He drives into it again, prompting your eyes to loop back into your head. The only word mustered being that of his name and hushed pleads interrupted by your countless gasps and mewls. 

A familiar feeling pools within the pit of your stomach, sending all your senses into overload. It’s blistering, devastating, you’re unsure how much longer you can hold on. With Thranduil’s fingers now capturing your clit between his thumb and forefinger, combined with the heat of his kisses down your neck and shoulder 一 of course, not forgetting the feel of his cock practically splitting you in two, it’s beyond more than you could ever imagine. 

Searing, hot, like a rapid, undying fire you pleaded with heavens to never be put out. With eyes barely open you try to warn your lover, yet your walls did it for you. They clamped down, earning a curse in his mother tongue as fresh, red marks now stain the skin of your hips. 

“C-Can’t - I can’t,’’ you cry. “Thranduil -” 

He cuts you off with his lips, dragging you into a kiss full of passion you had yet to experience from him. Hunger, vigour, it’s intense and demanding, like that of his tongue which soon joins the mix 一 invading you in yet another way and stealing your breath for the umpteenth time. 

“Cum, my queen’’ his voice almost missed your ears after he parted from the kiss, straying only an inch away. “Cum for your king.’’ 

It’s all you needed to finally shatter around him. White clouds your vision and a violent jerk overtakes your body as all your nerves tense and contract. It’s blinding, fierce and in a fervid moment, you arch your spine and finally release the blistering heat with a cry of your king’s name 一 surely heard by all of Mirkwood. 

Tremble, that is all you can do. You are taken to the stars above and in a sudden, shattering second, dropped once more. Your form hits the sheets, head spinning, gasping for air 一 you barely even notice Thranduil being brought to his own release and shuddering out your name in the process. The once fervent snaps melt into nothing but a few bucks until he steadily comes to a stop. 

Your swollen lips are captured by his own more, slower, gentler, and still just as passionate. Unable to return, you merely hum and lean into him; sighing at the feel of his length retreating from your core and leaving behind a strange, empty feeling. 

It takes a moment to gather his composure, and even longer to catch his breath 一 but soon Thranduil draws away and instead positions himself at your side. Within seconds you are in the warm embrace of your lover, kisses pressed to your hair as the sheet tickles your moist skin. 

“Rest.’’ It’s a quiet whisper, yet all the more adoring. “You did so well, my queen.’’ He sighs, pressing a peck to your mouth. “But for now, rest.’’ 

There was no rebuttal, you had no energy for it. Your head lolled against your king as you found refuge in his warmth, snuggling into his embrace as observed your limping form and shutting lids. 

He smiles, bringing your head to his chest. “Gi melin.’’

[edensrose]

Hi, I’ve never requested anything before so I hope this is ok, but can I have a one shot where Thranduil comforts his crying s/o (established relationship please) after finding out that she’s being bullied because maybe she’s human or something

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ thranduil ⠀〳 reader⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. it took him an hour to find you, yet now you refuse to look at him? he's frustrated, but — wait, are you crying?

· ⊰ note. hi there love! this is perfect, I hope I did it justice <3

“Feren!”

“My lord?’’ The brunette exhales and turns to his king with the straightest face he could pull. A guard, that is what he was 一 not his majesty’s royal advisor. Then again, with the way things were? He might as well be. “What is troubling you?’’ 

“Where is Y/N?” He frowns. “She was to meet me at noon and whenever I look for her, there is not a sign. Where is she?” 

Feren mentally pleaded with Eru who bestowed upon him this cruel fate 一 how was he to know of your whereabouts? Was he a magician? 

“I am unsure, my lord. Have you checked your resting chamber?” “Obviously.’’ Thranduil clicks his tongue and turns away from the guard just in time to miss his eye roll. “She is nowhere to be found. Have you any idea where she could have wandered off to?” 

‘Perhaps she is hiding from you.’ 

“Forgive me, my lord. I know not.’’ 

The elf pauses for a moment before parting his lips once more. “The garden may be a place of interest. Shall I give it a check, Sire?” “The garden?” Thranduil glances down his vast halls towards the direction of the telltale area, narrowing his eyes and focusing all his senses 一 as if listening for any sign of you. 

“. . . No, I will check myself. You are dismissed.’’ 

With that, he let Feren get back to his peace and quiet before finding his way down the intricate halls. Guards stood at attention and those in his way promptly stepped to the side after giving respectful bows and short greetings. He paid them no mind. 

His only concern was you. 

It was out of character to not meet with him on schedule. In fact, it was something you often jumped at the opportunity for 一 what, with the duties of a king, your time with him was often cut short. What was different this time? Had you forgotten? 

Surely not. You had just expressed your excitement about the little date earlier that day. . . had you fallen ill? 

The longer Thranduil let his mind race, the more absurd his thoughts became. Were you alright? Had you gotten hurt? Was there an issue he wasn’t aware of? 

All these thoughts festered and toiled like that of a pot of boiling water, threatening to spill and blow the top off the further his questions were left unanswered. In the midst of his train of thoughts, the king had yet to realise he had already found his way into the flourishing garden. 

An area cultivated not too far from the palace, a little cradle where the beauty of the once Greenwood the Great was preserved laid before him. Blooming blossoms in rows from pink to blue and everything in between. A few trees on the outskirts which bore hundreds of fruits each year, one of which stood beside a miniature pond decorated by little rocks and water crests 一 this particular spot was always your favourite. 

And that is exactly where he found you. 

“Meleth?’’ 

“. . . Meleth?”

How odd, perhaps one of his initial thoughts weren’t too far off. Had he angered you in some way? All you did was curl up further beneath the tree, gaze fixed upon the pond of which your feet edged at. 

Concern outweighed irritation as the elvenking swallowed the bitter taste in his mouth and chose to inch closer. “Y/N, I searched for you everywhere. Tell me, why do you hide?’’ His presence left you shifting and muttering a quiet apology, yet not once did your eyes meet his. 

Surely he hadn’t done something in such a short space of time to have fowled your mood to this degree, he thought.

Unfortunately for you, Thranduil was not always the most patient person. This, combined with the fact he had spent the last hour in search of you, worried for you 一 the newfound silence did more to irk him than anything else. 

“You have a voice. Use it.’’ 

The flinch left his brows furrowing, twitching. It’s almost as if you took his words without care 一 and that alone was enough to tick him off further. With an inhale, he channelled whatever inner peace within him had left and yet despite that, his voice still trembled with vexation: “Y/N -” 

“My king,’’

finally, you grant him an answer. “Please. . . if I have found any favour in your eyes 一 leave me be.’’ 

This would have spiralled the king’s mind into a blaze of fury. . . if it were not for his better judgement; the waver in your voice was enough to clear the storm clouds and pull him from gurgling rage. It was his turn to hold his tongue and instead focused on finding the reason for the trembling request. 

Albeit out of character, the male slowly dipped himself to your level as his knees found the grass. A blur of silver tresses caught the corner of your eye and before you knew it; there sat your lover beside you. Even in such a position, he towered over you. Regardless, that was the last thing on your mind. 

A melody of crickets, a whisper of the wind, all of which filled the void of bellowing silence as he sat there at your side. You couldn’t tell whether he was gathering his words or simply at a loss for them 一 whatever it may be, his presence was difficult to ignore and you showed little appreciation for it, especially when you hugged your knees closer. 

“. . . Meleth,’’ 

you flinch, ready to shift away if it weren’t for the arm that subsequently looped around and brought you near, ruining your miniature escape. “Won’t you look at me?’’

No,

No, if you obeyed you were unsure if you would 一

“Please.’’ 

You sucked a breath. His voice was impossibly gentle, incredibly soft, drained of any irritation it held prior. . . how could you refuse him? 

“My king,’’ the whimper left him on guard and when you finally faced him, Thranduil’s heart sunk to the pit of his stomach. 

Eyes that rivalled starlight, those of which he adored and come to cherish. Eyes he wished to see filled with nothing but joy 一 now shimmered with tears that threatened to spill upon delicate cheeks, which by the looks of it, were already stained by their presence. 

“Meleth,’’ the murmur is soft yet not nearly as much as the touch that finds your skin as a hand now cups your face. “Why do you cry, my darling?’’ 

Those simple words are the catalyst of your inevitable shatter. With little to no restraint, you crash into him and find refuge in his shoulders, hands balling his robes of silk between them. The walls come tumbling down and finally, a sob which had previously lodged itself within your throat breaks free. A broken, muffled cry silences the melodies of the nights and leaves your elven lover in shock. 

“They 一 they berate me,’’ you choke. “They say I am unfit, a low human in comparison to the elvenking. Th-That you keep me around for mere entertainment! That your feelings are nothing but infatuation!’’ 

Thranduil can do nothing but encase you in his warm embrace, shielding you from the world which dared to make you cry. His lover, his queen. The flames which once died down were now raging and ready to run rampant on the soul who caused this 一 but he held strong. 

You were his concern at this given moment. He would spare them. . . for now. 

Not a word left his lips as he focused on providing you comfort and security whilst you wept. Arms subconsciously tightened the more you confessed to the horrid things said to you, the insults, the mocking. It was a miracle that Thranduil did not rise from where he sat and ordered for their heads to be brought on a silver platter. 

How dare they? 

“Ssh. . . I am here, Meleth.’’ Lean fingers find your hand and play with its ends as the elf cooes a variety of assurance, leading to inevitably calm down and resort to merely clinging onto him and finding peace in the rhythm of his heart. 

When you had settled to nothing but a few sniffles and breathy exhales, Thranduil straightened in the slightest. His request, a simple yet firm one: “look at me.’’

Upon obeying, the hands that once comforted you now reached up to cup your face. A gentle and icy sensation that left you shivering before focusing on the pale sapphires which bore into your very soul. Emphatic and clear, they spoke for him before he even used his voice. 

“Tell me, do you believe this. . . mockery?’’ 

The sudden tension of your nerves gave him all the answers he needed and before your eyes, his own hardened for but a moment before simmering to that of softness once more. “My darling, you have accepted me as your king 一 have you not?’’ 

You nod, leaning into the thumb that grazes your cheekbone. “Then surely you must understand that as much as I am your king. . . you are my queen.’’ 

He smiles at your stunned features. “And as queen, you have every right that I do in being here.’’ Thranduil leans in and presses his lips to your forehead in a delicate manner as if frightened that any more force would cause you to shatter. “You are mine, Meleth. And what’s mine should be held in the highest regard.’’ His head now leans upon yours, staring into your eyes as if to emphasise his point. 

“I love you.’’ 

His lips brush yours. “I love you.’’ Again and again, he murmurs this claim with the utmost pride. You can do nothing but collapse into him, smothered in his affection and praise, his adoration, his devotion. 

“Thranduil. . .’’ Tears find your eyes once more as you whisper out a slew of your own favour. “My queen,’’ he returns, a breathy, hushed whisper. “You and you alone hold my heart. Can you not see?” 

You did. Blessed by the moonlight, his eyes, his face, the entirety of him. It reminded you of what you previously doubted. Whatever uncertainty tainted your mind was, in that moment, brought to nothing as the elvenking showered you in intimacy. . .

And proved that you were his queen.

[edensrose]

Hi! First of all i want to say that you are an amazing writer and i find myself enchanced with your work. But besides that.

How do you think Mairon, Legolas and Thranduil like to be called by their s/o and what nicknames they give their s/o? <3

ʚ pairing : thranduil, legolas, mairon / reader

ʚ summary : nicknames that they call their lover and enjoy being called

ʚ note : tsym <3 I have a thing for nicknames so this was definitely self indulgent hehe

( masterlist ) ( taglist form )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTHRANDUIL 

ʚ He enjoys being called: “aran nin/my king,” “meleth/love” and, even though he won’t admit he likes it when you shorten his name and call him “thran” 

ʚ The nicknames he calls you include: “mire nin/my tressure,” “elenath nin/my stars,” “my queen” and “pin aras/little deer”

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ LEGOLAS 

ʚ He is a simple elf, he loves it when you call him “leggie” or an affectionate sindarin name like “meleth nin’’

ʚ Has a plethora of nicknames for you, such as: “darling”, “loth nin/my flower”, “meleth nin/my love’’ and “dail/beautiful’’

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMAIRON 

ʚ He’s not really one for being called names, but he has a soft spot for the names: “mai” and, to feed his ego: “tar-mairon’’

ʚ Pre-corruption Mairon would call you “my ithir” meaning “my light” in valarin. Post-corruption Mairon would call you things like “pup”, “doll”, “kautur/squirrel” and “mine”

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If your requests are still open, could you write something about Legolas finding out his Elven wife is pregnant?

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ legolas ⠀〳 reader⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. you and your husband have been trying for a baby for who knows how long — when a miracle finally comes along, you deduce the best way to tell him ( pregnancy )

· ⊰ note. absolutely! here you go <3

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ʚ The two of you had been trying for a baby for quite some time. Of course, there was no pressure for him to produce a heir and this was merely something the both of you had wanted 

ʚ However, much to your dismay, it was taking longer than many would have deemed natural to fall pregnant. You were becoming frustrated, your mind going haywire as you thought of all the possibilities as to why you weren’t falling pregnant 

ʚ Legolas was always there to assure you that it would be okay, that you would both keep trying until you had the little family that you had dreamed of

ʚ So one can imagine your joy when you had discovered that you finally fell pregnant. However, you decided to keep it secret for the time being - wanting to surprise your husband with the wonderful news 

ʚ You waited for the right time to tell him, during the celebration of the coming of spring and the new year. After all, a new life was to be born and a new chapter in your journey to be written - isn’t it poetic?

ʚ At some point in the night you had stolen him away from the celebrations, taking him to one of the many balconies of Mirkwood’s palace and asking for a dance. He was amused, probably teasing you about wanting to ‘have him all to yourself’. But. nevertheless, he would pull you into his arms and dance with you as he has for centuries, even before your marriage or courtship 

ʚ It is then that you would get lose in those gorgeous azure hues which you had fallen in love with. As your arms hooked around his neck and you both swayed in the moonlight, you couldn’t help stare upon the love of your life and soon-to-be father of your child 

ʚ Legolas had taken notice of your stare and would eventually ask you what was wrong. He knew you long enough to know when something was on your mind - and he feared that there might have been something bothering you 

ʚ You decided that now was the right time. Using one of your hands, you bring his from your waist to instead rest upon your stomach - a smile finding your face. He’s confused at first, only for his eyes to sparkle as he gives you a hopeful look. Yet says nothing in fear that he may be wrong 

ʚ When you revealed the truth - you had never seen tears find his eyes so quickly. The hand that wasn’t over your stomach immediately took your face into his hold and brought you closer - kissing you with as much passion and adoration as he could muster 

ʚ “Please, please tell me you are not joking’’ 

ʚ Smothered you in kisses and probably cried a little bit. You could see that he was practically over the moon at this. He was speechless, barely able to say anything other than excited, breathless and incoherent murmurs of your new child, the awaiting chapter in your life 

ʚ Immediately wanted to tell his ada of the good news and hoisted you up, dashing back into the palace to inform everyone. Let’s just say, the celebrations went on far longer after all was said. And you couldn’t be happier.

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( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ characters I write for ⠀〳 ⠀reader ❜᭡ㅤㅤㅤ

·⊰ 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓬 : imagine catching them staring

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ THRANDUIL

ʚ holds your gaze for just a bit longer

ʚ no, he doesn't really have shame

ʚ will eventually avert his gaze elsewhere because the bastard likes to play hard to get

ʚ if you asked him about it he would deny any and all accusations

ʚ "staring? me? I haven't the slightest clue of what you speak of"

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ʚ looks away so quickly he makes it blatantly obvious that he was indeed staring at you

ʚ caught in the act and he doesn't know how to react so he simply looks down

ʚ gives a little peek to see if you're still looking in his direction

ʚ if you are then he probably averts his gaze once more

ʚ blushing? most likely

ʚ "hmm? oh, no I wasn't. I was just. . ."

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ʚ continues to look at you despite being caught

ʚ locks eyes with you, boring into you very soul before he eventually decides to break contact

ʚ would steal a few more glances at you here and there

ʚ ask him about it and he's indifferent

ʚ "yes, I was. what of it?"

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ʚ continues his staring without falter

ʚ hecking winks at you somewhere along the line just to get a reaction

ʚ cocky little shit probably gets full of himself if he manages to fluster you

ʚ "why are you going so red? is it something I did?"

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ʚ realises he's been caught and gives you a little smile, maybe a small wave

ʚ averts his gaze soon after out of respect

ʚ look very closely and you'll see a very pale pink across his cheeks

ʚ if you ask him about it he'll definitely apologise and give you the reason

ʚ "forgive me, I was simply admiring your appearance"

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ʚ keeps the stare up

ʚ hardens his gaze as if trying to intimidate you to look away or something

ʚ you weren't sure but if you decide to play along now you both look like you're about to strangle one another or something

ʚ everyone thinks you're having a staring contest

ʚ ". . . what are you doing? you are supposed to look away."

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ʚ S T A R E S

ʚ asks you what you're looking at despite him being the one who has been gawking at you

ʚ would deny the fact that he's staring at you despite him LITERALLY still doing it

ʚ "staring? I'm not staring, I am simply looking."

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Hello my favorite writer! If you have time, could you write to Yandere Thranduil x pregnant reader wife who is trying to escape from hers so that her son does not grow up with a father like him? 🤗 I apologized in advance if this makes you uncomfortable or something :(

ps: i love your writing its just amazing please never stop writing 😅❤

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ yandere!thranduil ⠀〳 reader⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. you had accepted that you would never escape the elvenking's madness — but what happens when you discover you are now carrying his child who may grow up in a broken home? ( dark themes ៸៸ yandere content ៸៸ pregnancy ៸៸ possessive behaviour ៸៸ violence ( not towards reader or child ) ៸៸ toxic relationship ៸៸ dark themes in general viewer discretion advised )

· ⊰ note. istg hearing that I'm people's favourite writer makes me gush so HARD 💕 thanks sm for the support love! hope you enjoy, translations in the comments!

ʚ You had come to a point in your relationship with Thranduil where you eventually accepted all of the madness and inescapable darkness. What point was there to protest? It only led to suffering - and he had demonstrated time and time again that there was no where you could run, no where you could hide; each and every time he would find you and drag you straight back to him. You had quite literally become his perfect little wife, bending to his every whim and appeasing him at all costs. A doll, if you will 

ʚ However, this mindset all changed the day that you discovered your pregnancy. At first you didn’t want to admit it, to simply deny and pray to every divine being imaginable that it wasn’t true, that you wouldn’t birth a child to this madman. Alas, it appeared that you were indeed: pregnant with Thranduil’s child

ʚ Your mind was a battlefield, a slew of panic and anxiety on the actuality of the situation and the fact that your child would be born into a broken home. Sure, you could handle your husband’s madness but you were unsure of how he would react to the child. You didn’t think that you wanted to know. It was not as if you could go-off of the way Legolas was raised because not only was that before your time but also whilst he still retained the majority of his sanity. It was his feelings for you that drove him mad. After the loss of his previous wife, he was determined to ensure that it never happened again - that you remained at his side for all eternity. And he was willing to do whatever it took to secure that. So there was no telling what your child would face, being raised by a clearly mad father

ʚ You couldn’t bring yourself to potentially put them through the horrors you faced, to have to witness the terrors of this palace, this soon-to-be family. So you concocted a plan, simple yet unbelievably foolish: run away. You’ve done it before, he’s found you every time. . . but it’ll be different. You will do whatever it takes to ensure your child grows up in a healthy home, free of the king’s madness. With that in mind, you got to work, planning your escape diligently all whilst keeping up the facade of being his perfect wife and queen

ʚ What you didn’t expect was how protective Thranduil would become after he discovered you were pregnant, after all, how much more protective could he possibly get? Now, there was not a moment you were left alone without a handmaiden, a guard or servant at your side. It was almost as if a part of him knew what you were planning - almost. Thanks to your quick wit and sheer determination you just so managed to deceive them all, keeping your husband in the dark of your real motives while feigning an excited soon-to-be mother on the outside 

ʚ The day of your escape couldn’t have come sooner. You put all the pieces together, rehearsed it again and again in your head. Finally, when the time was right you took your chance and fled with your heart in your hands. You never looked back, not once. Instead you kept running, fleeing the realm of Mirkwood before he even discovered your disappearance. 

ʚ And when he did? Well, let’s just say hell reigned on earth. He was outraged, appalled. After everything the two of you had been through. . . and yet you still ran away!? The fact that you had fled whilst pregnant with his child did little to help the situation and in an instant, a fleet of guards was sent out to drag you back; by any means necessary

ʚ You didn’t expect to remain hidden for so long. Especially to the extent where you birthed a healthy baby boy and now lived your life free from the clutches of the king. You thought all would be well, that the life of horrors was left behind and you could simply raise your son in peace - in a home that he deserved. You had resided within a village, not particularly known by most of middle-earth, a disclosed little sanctuary where you could live happily, as you deserved

ʚ Unfortunately for you, peace was never a staple when it came to your life. You woke up to the sound of shouts and screams, only to be met with scenes of crimson red upon glancing out the window of your little cottage. Elves, everywhere. And your poor little village having pay the price of your sin done unto the elvenking

ʚ You wanted to take your son and flee again, but upon finding your way to his room - you were met with a sight that plummeted your heart into the pit of your stomach. Standing there, cradling your precious baby - was none other than the elvenking himself. Gazing upon the little bundle with such gentle eyes, such a soft countenance, despite all the terror that went on outside. And when he glanced up once your presence was sensed, he tilted his head with that same, bone-chilling smile. 

ʚ “My queen, did you really think I wouldn’t find you again?”

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Hello Heart ♡.

can you please write a headcanons or reaction of Yandere Thranduil, Yandere Legolas, Yandere Sauron and Yandere Melkor, if their reader elf wife gave birth to twin boys.

optional: (that in Thranduil reader's she is his first wife and therefore she is the mother of legolas, my child makes me very sad) (╥_╥)

Well let me go haha I hope you don't find it too strange 😶 well I don't want to end this without telling you how much I love your blog and stories, they seem from another world it's very beautiful and incredible how you understand the characters so well it's as if you had involved in the movie and lived with them, in short, you are an incredible person and an even more fantastic writer, take good care of yourself, rest and moisturize.（‐＾▽＾‐）

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ yandere!thranduil, legolas, mairon, melkor ( separately ) ⠀〳 reader⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. yandere!thranduil, legolas, mairon and melkor's treatment towards you during your pregnancy with their children ( yandere themes ៸៸ dark themes ៸៸ pregnancy ៸៸ possessive behaviour ៸៸ dark themes in general viewer discretion advised )

· ⊰ note. hi there love! firstly, I would like to thank you so much for your kind words it really made me so happy to hear all of them ommgggg, it's lovely to hear that you guys like my characterisations 💕 I hope you enjoy! at first I was under the impression that valar couldn't have children but then did some research so no worries, melkor is still valid hehe

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTHRANDUIL

ʚ If you thought he was protective of you before he found out you were pregnant then you haven’t seen even the half of it. The second that he found out you were carrying his child, and then found out it was two of them? Say goodbye to freedom, because you have none 

ʚ Thranduil at first allowed you to roam the halls of Mirkwood and socialise with a select few elves, but that all changes during your pregnancy. You would be lucky if you can even speak to Legolas 

ʚ He gives you strict orders to remain within his chambers. Has all your needs attended to by one handmaiden. You aren’t free to leave without his permission so don’t even try

ʚ When you gave birth to twin boys he was overjoyed. Everything seemed normal for the few months - until you had started acting out. He dwindled the possibility of keeping you away from your sons above your head 

ʚ Afraid to not be in your sons’ lives, you quickly go back to being complacent. The perfect little wife for the king of the Woodland Realm. 

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤLEGOLAS 

ʚ Would probably ease up a little one he discovers that you are pregnant, then again - he always kept up that sweet and loving act so you were always on edge, unsure of what would tick him off 

ʚ He only allowed women around you. He had very thoroughly told the guards to see to it that they and any other man keeps at a distance when it comes to you. Or else there would be consequences. 

ʚ Legolas was never one to lock you away and instead gave you ‘freedom’, so it didn’t change much during your pregnancy. However, he did give you a bit of a schedule: when to be back in the room, when to do what and where, etc 

ʚ He was ecstatic to be a father - not only was he willing to start a family with you but it also meant that you were bound to him forever now. You could never leave him 

ʚ And when the twins were born he made sure to tell you that. Smiling as usual as he held one of his sons, looking upon you with fond eyes as he spoke of how you could never leave him 

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMAIRON 

ʚ Was a little thrown off when he found out that you were pregnant because he had no interest in being a father, would probably put all the blame on you and manipulate you into feeling as though this was your fault 

ʚ But would eventually ease into this idea after awhile, by then he would return to his normal self. Don’t expect him to be completely easy on you just because you’re pregnant 

ʚ In fear of angering him while you were already in such a horrid state you had become completely complacent - much to his delight. He quite liked it when you were in this state, it made it easier for him to bend you to his will 

ʚ When the twins were born it was definitely some adjusting, he didn’t know the first thing of being a father so one could imagine that you did majority of the parenting, as harsh as that sounds

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMELKOR 

ʚ Like Mairon, he wasn’t too thrilled you find out you were pregnant but when he sat down and thought about it, he eventually accepted it - after all, it meant that it would be far easier to manipulate you to his will plus would make it difficult for you to leave him 

ʚ Would not be any easier on you during your pregnancy and would most likely close off all your contact with anyone else other than him. You would be locked within his chambers for the entire duration 

ʚ Being the silver-tongued man he is he would probably begin weaving little threads of manipulation into your head - of how you need him, of how you have no one but him, no one would want you now that you are to give birth to the dark lord’s children 

ʚ It seemed to work, over the months you had grown extremely reliant on him and he couldn’t be more pleased 

ʚ After the twins are born, you probably wouldn’t see them often. Not that anything bad would happen to them; rather, he didn’t want you ‘tait their upbringing'

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“If I see you with them again, I’ll kill them” with Yan! Thranduil?

-this is the earlier yandere anon, is it okay if I be asked to be called Yanon <I thought it’d be funny

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ yandere!thranduil ⠀〳 reader⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. it was an innocent dance with an old friend of yours, the last thing you expected was the madness of your husband ( yandere themes ៸៸ possessive & obsessive behaviour ៸៸ hints at violence ៸៸ toxic relationship ៸៸ dark themes in general, viewer discretion advised )

· ⊰ note. of course, welcome yanon <3 this was really enjoyable to write since it's more on the eery side haha. hope y'all enjoy, Sindarin translations are in the comments

He was impossibly kind, astonishing in both smile and personality. A wise soul whom you had the privilege of befriending during your time in Mirkwood. Gentle hues glimmered ten times that of the starry heavens. Selfless, benignant. . . 

But he was not Thranduil. 

Perhaps a part of you was thankfully for that. The part of you which longed for normality, sanity, within this life you have come to lead. And it was that very part that would be forced down, ridiculed and guilt-tripped until it doubted its desire for what others could consider a given. 

“Is something troubling you, Rîs nin?’’ “Hmm?” 

The tender whisper pulls you from the void of countless thoughts as you find those shimmering irises once more and present a smile. “Have I not told you to simply refer to me by name?” “Are you not my queen?” Swaying within a turn according to the music, you catch his swift glance towards the king, your husband: Thranduill Oropherion.

He had occupied himself that evening when Feren strode over to express his concern for the more-than-gradual increase of shelob wandering further into your lands, to which you excused yourself and stood on the sidelines. . . that was until an old friend offered a dance and seeing as though Thranduil appeared preoccupied with the newfound issue, you accept. 

It was simply a dance, after all. A mere courtesy of the festivities. Besides, your beloved was busy, he most likely would not even notice. 

“I was your friend long before I gained that title,’’ soft and gentle were your words and although you knew it was said in a jesting manner, you couldn’t help the drop of tone, your voice fading into nothing but a faint whisper. For it was that very title that bound you, body, heart and soul to the one they call the elvenking. That title, having only been obtained through marriage, clearly signified that you belonged to him 一

‘Only mine.’

You almost sprung from your skin, only to realise that the voice was a linger of the imagination. Nothing but a memory, a nightmare. 

“If it upset you I shall refrain, Y/N.’’ 

Upon glancing up you take notice of the newfound concern slipping into his gaze as Eliedir spins you once more. “However, it would cost an explanation. You are not yourself, won’t you allow an old friend to be of aid?” It left your brows dipping, expression twitching and threatening to expose all your deepest emotions. But you bite your tongue, tasting the dullness of ichor and swallowing its metallic essence along with any confessions of the truth you nearly spilt.

“It is nothing, mellon nin.’’ 

He draws you out to arms’ length only to gingerly tug you back at a particular beat of the song. “I’d appreciate it if you spared me your lies, mellon nin.’’ Returning the affectionate name with evident earnestness. “Is it so severe that you cannot confide in even me?” You gulp, avoiding his glimmering eyes which sought to stare into your very soul until he eased an answer from you. 

“Well?” The elf sighs, angling his head in an attempt to catch a glimpse of your irises. “I’m simply worried for y -”

“Meleth nin.’’ 

For a moment you chalked it up to another illusion, a trick of the mind 一 but when Eliedir halted in step and released you of his prior hold, you knew all too well that the daydream was over along with the glimmers of heaven,

as hell’s flames now emitted behind you. 

“Your majesty,’’ the elf bows at once, eyeing your hesitant turn to your husband who stands tall, menacing as ever. A shadow to consume all those below him with an expression austere and shiver-inducing. 

“Leave us.’’ 

Tone as frigid as his demeanour, Thranduil arbitrarily dismisses the second presence, yet never once relieving you of his stare. It brings tension to your muscles as a chill seeps into your joints and leaves you numb. Albeit reluctant, Eliedir nods and defects as ordered, leaving you with the one you called king and husband. 

“Must you be so curt?” “What?’’ He arches a brow and snakes his hand into yours, bringing it to his lips and ghosting a kiss over knuckles. “I wished to dance with my queen, am I so wrong for such a desire?” The emphasis on your title left you nipping at your inner cheek 一 could you even refer to it as that? If anything, it was a reminder rather than a title when on his lips. 

Yet you suck in a breath and put on the smile you rehearsed time after time. “Now, who am I to deny my king? It would be an honour.’’ You grew to learn the sweet nothings that appeased him, drenching your tone and words in delicate nectar; for telling the king what he wished to hear was far more favourable than facing the aftermath of an accidental slip of tongue. 

He smiles. Relief washes over you. It appeared that you dodged the bullet and deterred a storm. 

Wasting not a second of his time you find purchase in his shoulder whilst your free hand intertwined with his fingers 一 alternatively, he places a hold on your waist. Thus, the dance begins.

For a moment you wish to blind yourself with the fantasies of yore. The delusion of a daydream, as it is easier than facing the reality head-first. And whilst at the back of your mind you knew better than anyone that this was anything but a dream, it hurt not to fool yourself with the illusions of normality, to peer with the eyes of outsiders and see what they saw: a king and his queen, madly in love. A blooming, innocent and sweet romance. 

“You are gorgeous tonight, mîr nin, a rival to starlight itself.’’ Oh, deceive me with such honeyed utters, delude me with the sweetness of your words; you begged. For it sweetened the ache and left you on a high that numbed the truth. The actuality. The madness. 

“As do you, Aran nin.’’ You lock gazes with him, staring into those sapphires which, although he would say it was yours, mirrored that of starlight. Gorgeous, that’s what he was. And sometimes it baffled you, how someone so stunning could hold a heart so tattered and tainted. But you would not dwell on such truths, instead, you opted for suckling on those candied lies. 

And for that moment you wished it was true. You wished for the wool to be pulled over your eyes and for the illusion to be reality. 

Alas. 

you knew not of normality. 

From the corner of your vision you catch the glimpse of a disturbance accompanied by a bustling chaos. Although unwise it may be, you turn your head in favour of your curiosity and at that moment regret it entirely. The whites of your eyes extend as your lids gape at the sight of Eliedir, now seized by the arms and discreetly wrenched away by armour-cladded guards. 

And as quickly as the fantasy settled it shattered, revealing the ugly, horrid truth. 

“Eliedir!” You forget the volume of your voice and move to jerk from your husband’s hold, only to fall still like a statue when a sting encircles your wrists and reflects upon your waist. 

“Sssh, melethel.’’ The croon is so tender, so gentle, that you almost mistook it for an entirely different being to the one which entrapped you against his form, with an arm now looped around your middle and the feel of nails now tormenting your side instead. 

Caged, like a petite woodland creature. His pathetic little petal. 

“Thranduil!” Albeit lowering your tone, the whisper held panic and perfectly displayed the anxiety welled within your chest. “Thranduil, what are they doing with Eliedir? He has done no wrong. Please, let me speak with them.’’ You should have known better, known him better. For when the rumble of his chuckle vibrated against you, it took longer than it should’ve to realise the truth. 

And when it finally settled? You trembled. Hoping and praying to Eru himself that you thought wrong, perhaps your ears deceived you of that dark and twisted, familiar snicker. 

You had no such luck.

“My love, did you think I would simply allow any man to touch what is mine?” 

Your heart froze and in that same second, thumped against your ribcage directly after. As if it sought to escape and run, hide and crawl into a hole where you would be safe from this darkness. And the longer realisation was left to soak into your mind, the further you understood to what extent Thranduil’s madness truly ran. 

“No,’’ a breathy plea accompanied by the faintest of head-shakes as your chin is brought to his shoulder. “No, no.’’ You repeat, voice hoarse from the newfound burn in your lungs. “Thranduil, I’m sorry. It was me, please -” A whimper interrupts your slew of begs and apologies at the feel of his nails now breaking skin. And despite the hand that leaves your wrist to instead cup the back of your head, everything appears normal. Just a king and his queen dancing along to the melodies of harps and flutes. 

“You worry for him to such degree. . . One would think he’s of utmost importance. Is he?” Fingers find your hair in gentle strokes, contrasting his jarring tone. “Is he more important than a dance with your husband?” 

You can answer not. Either way, it was a shot to the foot. An answer that appeased him would put you under the potential accusation of deceit and the obvious truth would cost you a peaceful night; no, a week. 

So instead you opt for silence, unsure of how to answer him whilst your mind raced for some sort of way to save your friend from the fate you feared. 

“Worry not.’’ What was that? You fall still, a sense of serenity easing over you at his next words. “His life is safe. . .’’ 一 and just like that, it drained. “For now.’’ 

Breath and voice lodged in the base of your throat, you merely allow the king to sway with you as though he hadn’t ordered for the detainment of an innocent elf nor hung his life above your head. 

“But if I see you with him again. . .’’ The chilling sensation finds your temple as Thranduil turns his head to press a kiss, sickeningly sweet, to your skin as you bite back a sob. 

“I will kill him.’’

[edensrose]

Miss ma'am, can I ask for the prompt “You are nothing to me,” like Thranduil said that to the reader because the reader fell for him and Thranduil refuses to return the affection but deep inside he does love them.

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ thranduil ⠀〳 reader⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. you could hold this confession back no longer, but it seems as though you may have been better off holding back. for the elvenking shatters your hopes entirely ( angst ៸៸ hints at unrequited lover - thranduil is emotionally constipated )

· ⊰ note. absolutely! I low-key teared up writing this haha, I love angst but my h e a r t

“Say something,’’ 

A quavering plea drifts into the silent air, desperate, yearning to melt the sheet of ice set between two hearts. Shattered irises mirror that of an aching heart on the verge of crumbling. Frantic, begging for mercy from the heavens above, you suck a breath through your teeth when the deafening quiet keeps its treacherous hold on the forest. 

Nothing but the melodies of crickets hummed throughout the night, a rustle of leaves with the gentle breezes to accompany their tune - yet all are droned out, for your ears are subjected to the battering of your racing heart. 

Thump, 

Thump, thump!

You hold the gaze of sapphire hues that bore into your entire being. Gemstone pools which you could lose yourself in forever if you had the opportunity. Such gorgeous hues were now the catalyst of your growing anxiety, combined with the agonising, noiseless void. 

“Please, my lord.’’ Despite the lump weighing heavy within your throat, you croak out another beg. Where had you gone wrong?

Ah, that’s right. The wailing desires of your heart, which yearned, burned to be his. It is what drove you into this mess and yet it dared to race against your chest now? After it had caused the very situation you find yourself in? After pouring all its deepest emotions out and declaring its love for the elvenking, confessing to him. . . it had the audacity to thrash oh so violently. 

Thranduil gave no indication that he would ease your worries anytime soon and by the looks of it 一 it almost appeared as though he was speechless. You had single-handedly rendered the typically proud and sharp-tongued king wordless. 

“Please,’’ you tremble, eyes gaping when he begins to turn and take his leave. All sense flung from the window as you jerked forward and without thought grabbed his wrist. “Please my lord! Say something, anything. . . please.’’ The silence drove you insane, but perhaps it was better in comparison to the way he snatched his hand from your hold. 

“Do not touch me.’’ 

Your once throbbing heart seized all movements and plummeted into the pits of your stomach as you draw your hand back in a matter of seconds. Ultimately, your voice had finally lost itself within your throat, lodging somewhere within the base as a sick feeling rises to the back of your tongue once you are faced with Thranduil’s back. 

Once more, the void returns; stronger than ever and beyond devastating as you stare at the head of platinum locks. He’s unmoving, stiff as a statue with the exception of the wind drifting into his long locks. You opt for holding your breath and observing, waiting for a movement, his voice, anything. But perhaps that was a foolish notion too, for the words that follow leave your stomach coiling. 

“Have you no shame?��’ As frigid as the midnight air, he queries. “Throwing yourself at a man in such an unsightly manner. Had you not been taught to maintain your emotions?” 

Cerulean gems which once brought a flurry of butterflies now made you wish to curl up in a hole and die, for when they faced you they shone with a thousand insults. Disappointment, dismay, disgust. 

And all for you. 

It takes everything in your power to even attempt to fight back the sting in your eyes, alas, you fall victim to the inevitable tears and as the queasy feeling within you grows. “My lord. . .” “Silence.’’ 

Brows narrow down, gaze sharp and unforgiving as if it sought to pierce through your entire soul. “Listen to me clearly, woman. For I will not have a repeat of tonight.’’ In a single, ruinous moment, your heart was ripped from its ribcage and torn into pieces. 

“You are nothing to me.’’ 

Those words ran through your head, repeat after agonising repeat even long after he turned once more and abandoned you amongst the forest. Even as his figure drifted out of sight, his footsteps no longer heard, that lone phrase haunted your mind and ultimately brought you to your knees. 

You grip the fabric of your clothes, clawing at your chest as if wishing to carve your heart out in an anguished attempt to ease its shattering despair. And when you could do no such, your throat split to release a broken sob whilst your body curled and pleaded with the earth to swallow you whole, rid you of this torment. 

And he heard it all. The exact moment your heart crumbled, the cries of misery which filled his forest realm. Yet it faltered him not as the elvenking aimlessly continued on, allowing his feet to take him somewhere, anywhere, but at your side. 

He raises his head to the moon and for a second wishes to do the same, tear out his heart and bury it six feet under. For it aches just as severely and clenches in violent spasms, encouraging the lingering voice whispering an earful of deceit. 

It is for the best,

It must be done, 

You cannot allow such weakness once again, 

You can not shatter yourself once more. 

He halts, shutting his lids in a feeble attempt to clear his mind. But how can he? When the one he yearns for weeps into the night,

and his heart echoes hers?

[edensrose]

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( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ yandere!legolas ⠀〳 reader⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. what was it you said? it wasn't meant to be? well, legolas simply couldn't accept such a notion ( yandere themes ៸៸ mention of blood ៸៸ death ៸៸ possessive & obsessive behaviour ៸៸ dark themes in general, viewer discretion advised )

· ⊰ note. okay since literally EVERYONE decided let's enable and condone eden's nonsense THIS is now here as an alternative ending to this one-shot. y'all asked for it <3

“Tell me.’’ 

“L-Legolas -”

“Tell me!”

You choke on a cough, lids wide, eyes frazzled and limbs scrambling for leeway against his frigid form 一 only to seize movements momentarily and whimper at the tightness around your throat. 

Tears cascade down your face, trailing waterfalls along your chin and dampening his fingers that mercilessly clenched around your neck. Shattered irises that once reflected heartache now displayed one thing and one thing only: 

Madness. 

“Say it’s me. . .’’ The words tremble with an underlying tone, willing to break free into a roaring shout should you disobey him yet again. “Tell me I’m the one. That you are mine.’’ 

You make the mistake of stealing a glance at the mangled corpse, shedding tears at the sight of your husband’s once glimmering hues; now dull and withered, much like the rest of his form. Regret settles in as a harsh jerk leaves your head spinning and the hold on your throat alternates to your jaw instead. 

“Don’t you dare look at him 一 look at me!” The gentle breeze which was once his voice had turned into a fierce storm, threatening to rip open your entire being should you drive him further off the edge. . . if that was even possible. 

“Legolas!” A cry breaks free at last from the sting of his nails leaving crescent indentations upon your skin, teetering the point of breaking through flesh; as if you hadn’t been soaked in crimson enough. “Legolas, Legolas. . .” The cry morphs into a shattered sob as you plead for favour from every divine being imaginable. Hoping, praying for something 一 someone, to save you from the shadow of the man you once knew. 

“That’s it,’’ his eyes soften altogether, mimicking their prior norm. As if he was back to his usual self, as if the clouds of craze had departed. “That’s it, my darling. I’m the only name you know, isn’t that correct?” He leans in to lap at the trail of tears staining your cheek and shudders against your ear. “My darling little rosebud, now we can be together. See? It truly was meant to be.’’ 

Icy lips find yours, brushing over at first before seeking to consume you whole as he presses a vigorous kiss to your mouth. Oh, how you had longed for this, to feel the sensation of such affection. . . Back then. Not now, not like this. And definitely not at the expense of your beloved. 

You attempt to jerk your head, pressing hands to his chest and knocking palms against him. Only to have your wrist seized and ultimately slammed into the wall of which your back presses against. “Stop,’’ he parts, the light drained from his cerulean pearls once more, replaced by that of a malicious flame. “Trying. To.” You gasp for air once more as the restriction to your throat returns, this time completely cutting off your intake. “Push me. Away again!” 

Stars and black dots splodge your vision as your very soul threatens to leave quaking form. “C-. . .Can’t 一 Le. . .’’ 

“Oh, you can’t?” He croons, a grin twisting his expression. “You simply take my breath away, darling. Would it not be fair for me to return the favour?” If the hold on your neck was not enough to strain your breathing then the kiss forced to your lips again would. For it was vicious, cruel, albeit passionate yet lacking all love that he claimed to have for you. With a force strong enough to push your head back into the wall, you feel your knees ache and threaten to buck as consciousness flees you. And just when you think the end is neigh, he parts and loosens his grasp. 

It was terrifying, how your life dwindled within the hands of this. . . madman. 

“L-Leg- . . olas. . .’’ You choke out a sob and present him with a desperate gaze. “I’m scared. I’m scared please stop.’’ 

A thumb strokes at your cheekbone, arms now looping around your waist and tugging you forward so that you collapsed into his form. Trapped and caged, with nowhere to flee even if you tried. “Scared? Darling. . . You have nothing to fear, you have me. I’m all you need, right?” A hand finds the back of your head, fingers curling into your hair. “You needn’t that sorry excuse for a man anymore. We can be happy,’’ lips find your ear, a chilling whisper freezing your heart. 

“We can be together.’’ 

[edensrose]

Soooooo,,, aha, yandere right? 😃

This is toooootally not your resident yanderefucker coming to request general yandere headcanons for Thranduil and feral Tomoe if that's allowed, aha, nope, not me

Take care of yourself bestie and make sure to drink water and eat. Breaks are important and don't forget to take them and also naps and sleep. Love ya Foxx and ignore this if you aren't feeling up to it 😌💜

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ yandere!thranduil ⠀〳 reader⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. what happens when the king of mirkwood finds his newfound infatuation slowly turning into a dark obsession? ( yandere themes ៸៸ stalking ៸៸ implied violence ៸៸ possessiveness ៸៸ forced kissing ៸៸ dark themes some individuals may deem uncomfortable, viewer discretion advised )

· ⊰ note. spoops my darling! thank you so much for the request <3 I decided to do thranduil and save tomoe for another post since I do have yandere requests for him as well. did I get carried away with this? absolutely, it's been such a long time since I've written yandere and honestly I n e e d it in my life so here, some general headcanons plus a mini oneshot at the end since I love y'all ~

ʚ It was a fateful day, the day you caught the elvenking’s eye. You were apart of the king’s guard, a new member who had recently passed her training of the simple ranger and common guard before being promoted to your current position. It was then that he truly met you and let’s just say, you left more than just a simple impression on him.

ʚ He found himself intrigued by you, thrown off by this newfound curiosity. Thranduil would try everything in his power to ignore this newfound interest and push it to the back of his mind - yet the more he does so, the more difficult it becomes. Now that you were a member of the king’s guard, he saw you more often - interacted with you. It started off innocent, a small infatuation, a lingered stare here and there, an interest in your life, yet what was once harmless slowly morphed into something far greater as the king’s demons pulled him into darkest depths of his mind 

ʚ He convinced himself that it was merely infatuation - or at least, he tried to. Yet he found himself growing closer to you. If there was a situation or something that he needed handled, the first person he turned to was you. The first person he sought out in times of trouble soon became the same person he found himself growing less and less professional with. What was once a simply, straight-to-the-point relation soon turned into companionship and it was obvious to all those around you that you had found favour in the king’s eyes. As time went on he let his walls down, grew vulnerable around you - and what you saw as a sign of his change, what you didn’t know was behind your back a darker power was at play. 

ʚ The feeling of being watched was something that crossed your mind every now and then, however, never something which disturbed your everyday life. It was an ultimate win for Thranduil, you barely noticed the pair of eyes that trailed upon you, even when you were off-duty. You never paid attention to the one or two items which went missing from your private chambers - and it all panned out in the end. Your ignorance fed Thranduil’s obsession, driving him deeper and deeper into this pit he dug for himself. After all, it wasn’t as if he was caught; even if he was - who would believe you? 

ʚ For months he suppressed any desires to whisk you away and make you his by simply keeping you in his watchful gaze. Yearning for you, allowing his mind to become completely consumed by you. Yet those days would soon come to an end when reality hit the elvenking straight in the face - he was not the only one who fancied you. This was made clear when another member of your group had expressed a great fondness towards you, one which you neither shunned nor refused - and it set Thranduil’s mind ablaze. How dare you? After everything - how dare you!? 

ʚ The slow decent into madness turned into an abrupt fall from grace as all restraint Thranduil had snapped the moment he witnessed that very scene. However, he managed to hold strong, to calm now the raging and toiling fire in the pit of his stomach in favour of handling this situation to the best of his abilities. Needless to say, within the course of the week the elf who confessed their love to you disappeared and despite many searches - not a trace of him was left behind. This didn’t bring the pleasure that Thranduil anticipated, as your newfound grief for the loss of your companion left him further dismayed. Why shed tears for that bastard? When you had him, when you had Thranduil? 

ʚ He could take it no more, this ignorance that you insisted on keeping. When would you open your eyes and see that he was right there in front of you? That you fall into his arms as he had expected you to long ago? No, he wouldn’t waste another second. Thranduil took his chance and whisked you away the very moment he saw an opening. You were confused, frightened to find yourself in his private chamber with no possible escape. No matter how much you called for help or tried to slither you way from the confinements, all attempts were left fruitless

ʚ You were startled when your king finally arrived in the room and as expected you immediately threw a slew of questions to him. Why were you here? What was going on? Why was he acting like this? 

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“What is happening?” 

The silence does little to soothe the growing anxiety welling within your chest as you stare at the man you called your ruler, your king. An answer is what you expected and yet you get none, merely a gaze into your eyes as he inches his way closer. 

On instinct, you step back, unsure of how to react to this newfound aura that left the hairs on your arms pin-straight. “My lord, please answer me.’’ Your shoulders tense at the feel of your calves touching the softness of silk 一 any further and you would fall back onto his bed. “Please tell me what is going on!” 

“Sssh, my starlight.’’ 

An icy sensation finds your skin as the elf takes your face with his hands, a shadow casting over your form as he towers over you. “Do you not trust your king?” 

It’s the lowness of his voice, the eerie serenity which leaves your senses on edge, your heart pounding against its ribcage. “I -’’ You gasp as he pulls you closer, flushed to his form with little to no mistake. “Your majesty - !” 

You are cut off by yet another chill as his thumb rubs against your cheekbone. Cerulean hues find yours and his gaze feels as though it seeks to hold you in place and completely consume you. It’s sharp and just as icy as his touch, leaving you unable to turn away as he dips his head lower. 

“I sometimes wonder whether this is all an act,’’ he chuckles. You grow rigid at the feel of his lips brushing against your own. “You needn’t act any longer, my starlight. Will you not give yourself to me?’’ Any response you may have had is swallowed by the kiss pressed to your mouth, a firm yet loving exchange that leaves your eyes wide and body stiff. 

As quick as the stun came it melted into panic and you swiftly acted, hands finding his shoulders and managing to just barely push him away. “Y-Your majesty,’’ he’s confounded, a little surprised and you swore you saw his brow twitch 一 nevertheless, his eyes soften and he keeps the tender hold on your face. 

“What is it?’’ Concern melts to mirth and soon you are faced with a curl of his lips. “Oh, are you embarrassed?’’ He chuckles, forehead finding yours. “Forget any doubt you may have, you may now love me openly - ” “No.’’ You exhale, using all of your strength to shove him back further so that he’s at the very least a few more inches away. “You mistake me,’’ with a shake of your head, your gaze meets his in a desperate attempt to get your point across. 

“I. . . I am sorry, my lord, if I gave you any unclear signs.’’ With a clear of your throat, you splutter out a hesitant: “I-I hold no interest for you.’’ 

The world altogether stops for Thranduil, leaving him to stare dumbfounded at your face, eyes wide and searching for any sort of hesitation, any sign that maybe 一 just maybe, you were lying. 

And when he finds none? 

The fire returns. 

The silence is shattered by a violent motion, his hand now grabbing your face and pulling you forward without a hint of gentleness left. “My - !” “No, my starlight,’’ he murmurs, bringing his face inches from yours once more. “It is you that mistakes me.’’ A sudden burn of your lungs, the gasping for sweet, sweet, air; the hand that once gripped your jaw suddenly clamped down on your throat, fingers coiling into your skin as you are deprived of your most basic need. 

“Did you think I was giving you a choice in the matter? Silly girl,’’ he tuts, jerking your form closer whilst all you can do is splutter, gasp and attempt to break free from his death grip. “I merely wished to give you a chance at making this easier for yourself. . . But I suppose this is the more thrilling option.’’ 

A blurry cloud takes your vision and if breathing wasn’t difficult before; then it sure as hell was now with the way his lips crashed to yours in a demanding, domineering kiss that lacked all previous adoration. It’s fierce, a forceful interaction that will probably leave the faintest of bruises upon your most delicate skin. 

Thank the heavens his grip on your neck loosened just enough to allow air back into your lungs, but did that matter when Thranduil was practically smothering you in this harsh exchange? 

You attempt to push him back, to pull away, yet you’re yanked and unceremoniously shoved to one of the walls of his chambers. Trapped, with strength that would be unable to overtake him, you can do nothing but whimper as Thranduil steals your very breath away with a slew of kisses that leave you weak in the knees. 

“M-My king -” 

“That’s it. . .’’ He mutters, pulling away for but a moment with ragged breaths; a firm hand in your hair and keeping your heaf flushed against the stone wall. Completely caged by him, vulnerable to him, all you can do is stare from fluttering lids as you’re desperate to ease the burning in your lungs. 

“I am your king,” shattered sapphire hues meet your own, brimming with the madness to which he lost himself to. “And you are my queen, isn’t that right?’’ You attempt to shake your head, try to deny him, but a searing pain shoots through your skull as his fingers suddenly tighten in grip, causing you to cry out. “It’s the very reason I disposed of that lowlife the second I could.’’ 

Your eyes widen, shock filling your core which is quickly replaced by sickness. Realisation brought forth a nauseous feeling; but your shock was quickly taken advantage of.

Thranduil dives in once more, kissing with the same brutality of just a few moments ago. And he claims your lips for the umpteenth time that night, the true actuality of the situation crashes down on you like that of a violent tidal wave. There’s a sting in your eye, a lump in your throat, all of which lead to the shedding of tears 一 prompting him to pull away. 

“Oh, my starlight. Why do you weep?” You struggle, barely able to look him in the eye as you whisper out a quavering: “P-Please let me go. . .’’

It’s quiet for but a moment before the king releases a low, trembling laugh you were certain came straight from the depths of hell. “Let you go? Now, don’t be daft. . .’’ you shiver, sucking a breath at the feel of his lips to your cheek followed by the wet sensation of his tongue slowly tracing over the trail of tears.

“How could I ever allow my queen to leave me?”