#Legolas in drag

[wowstrawberrycow]

Gimolas head canon and drabbles

So I am writing short little blippy drabbles about Gimli and Legolas. I have several ideas that I'm attempting to flesh out as I read the Lord of The Rings books. I am on Return of The King now. I have finished the Hobbit, The Fellowship (more like the Fuckin-ship, am I right???), and The Two Towers in that order. I plan on reading other works too, as well as, reading the appendix of them. Dear gods there's so much 😅. May write for other ships in the fandom too. IDK yet?????

But, point is got some thoughts about these two. I think this is how they would be together when not having to put up a front for fear of judgement. There's a lot. But, tell me what y'all think?

Legolas

Legolas is a They/them. I always got nonbinary vibes from them. But, I don't think they are aware of it yet until they leave their home to discover their truest self. Yes, I think they will play with drag in varying degrees depending on their mood as well.

I think because of his upbringing in the forest, they have had to push down most of not all vulnerability. Thus, being shoved into a world outside of their father's eyes allows them to be more expressive. Hence, why they make some strange facial expressions and behave awkwardly with others. They are essentially learning to become social in ways that matter rather than continuing superficial socialization that they are accustomed to.

In private, when they think no one is looking they embrace sensitivity. Solitude in their mind is a thing of safety to at their softest. Inside they realize just how loving they are of those around them. They easily weep often in private over a variety of things. Over time they realize they are a very emotional person and a very capable warrior. Learning to balance these qualities has become an interesting struggle for them.

once allowed to be themself I imagine them to be snarky and mischievous in affectionate ways. They may even play pranks on you provided that they love you enough. The chaos is strong with them.

They do have a lot of clueless niece moments too. But, they make up for it via their sweet personality and caring energy.

Once they are married the elven way I think the crave it constantly if you know what I mean 😏. In that same vein I think they discover they are not vanilla too.

Gimli

I definitely agree he is BAMF not a clown.

He had a heart of gold and loyal golden retriever boyfriend energy. I think he would do anything to preserve the happiness of his lover and friends. This may actually cause him problems from time to time. The wrong person may take advantage of his selflessness. (Legolas I think is extremely protective of Gimli because of this.)

Because, of his upbringing I think that duty was placed very heavily on him. So, I think, he probably takes that too far. So far that he let it over take his life. Because of this, I think the journey he goes on will help him understand the purpose of why he carries out his duties. Yes I understand he has friends and family but they all I would think live a similar life of duty as well.

The fellowship, might be a little bit of a wake up call for him. Duty without happiness is quite a hollow way to live.

I also picture him to be a hopeless romantic. He's the type to cheese it up just to make his lovie happy. I think he is also the type to only refer to his lover by name if he wants to be serious. So yes, our boy Gimli gives off heavy affectionate vibes in my opinion. Despite popular beliefs that dwarves are rowdy, sweaty, and vulgar all the time; I think Gimli cleans up damn good on his own accord for his lover. He's secretly a perfect gentleman.

[woodlandrealm]

gigolas + touch requested by: anonymous

[yourresidentstanlover]

I hate perspective and actual backgrounds, but I actually enjoyed drawing this :)

They're watching lord of the rings btw :3

[queerofthedagger]

I want to meet you in every place I ever loved. ―Amal El-Mohtar

A very belated gift for @snapshotmaestro <3

[firerinart]

Manifesting an Episode where they just have a TVA work party actually.

[meteors-lotr]

I started thinking about it and then I just didn’t stop

And with ‘It’ I mean Tilda’s gender

And after many thoughts about it, I have come to the conclusion that Tilda is gender-fluid. She still mainly uses She/Her pronouns (She doesn’t mind He/Him, but is not too keen on They/Them), but she sometimes present masculine, and has fun with that

I do think that to elves gender is such a fleeting and irrelevant thing that none of them even care or notice, but Legolas (Genderqueer icon) probably helps her out with exploring herself as much as he can

When masc presenting he mainly goes by Til

[legolasghosty]

Hmmmmm let's go 121 this time

Hehe yesss!

Julie turned to look over at Willie, then back at Carrie, then shook her head with a chuckle. “I am going to have to have some serious words with Bobby about that particular lapse in pertinent information,” she decided. 

Carrie grinned. “You and me both, I didn’t even know Caleb had assigned him to you guys until your third day in LA when I saw him picking you up on my way out.”

“Wow, I would have assumed he’d talk more to his siblings, even if he’s not exactly chatty with us.”

“Not really. He’s never been the most talkative, and he kind of…” Here Carrie trailed off, face falling slightly. “Well, let’s just say he talks even less now than he did as a kid.”

(Send me a number and I'll write that many words on my WIP and show you!)

[livinces2]

May I ask: Why the need for "Aragorn vs. Legolas"? Why pit them against each other when that's never been a thing in the story?? Does the fandom do this?? 🤨

[i-may-be-an-emu]

PIP DREAM ON MY DASH!?!!?? HELL YEAH

THEY’RE AWESOME WE LOVE PIP

[cursingtoji]

i saw a post about being the loser girlfriend and i can’t stop thinking about being gojo’s loser gf. geto version nanami version toji version

he’s so popular and loved by everyone even the professors, but he has one obsession and it’s the weird lord of the rings fanatic girl that wears oversized clothes and can’t shut up about d&d

gojo’s down so bad he finds himself in her dorm again after leaving a party even before midnight.

“shut up about aragorn princess or i swear i’ll break your tv” he groans from between your legs as the return of the king plays in the background.

he often gets distracted during classes, checking if you texted him or what you’re doing. probably something dumb like debating theories on reddit… he pouts looking at your profile picture.

"ahn ‘toru you said you were gonna behave�� you look over your shoulder at the boy sucking your neck as you cockwarm him. you’re trying to finish your paper at your desk, but the way he keeps moving and throbbing inside you doesn’t allow your mind to focus.

“princess i’m behaving by not pushing your face into that stupid poster” he points to the huge batman poster that decorated your wall, “and fucking you till you can’t talk” he thrusts up to emphasize his point.

and whenever he sees you across campus with that dumb legolas shirt he can’t stop himself from dragging you to the closest bathroom and pushing that shirt up to suck your tits, “can’t believe you actually go out like this” he murmurs while groping your ass over the tight biker shorts.

“yeah i can see how much you hate it” your hand is down his pants jerking the cock that begs for your attention. it’s such a turn on for him to touch that gorgeous body that no one imagine it’s under all that fan girl merch.

“so pathetic— mmph” he murmurs against your neck as he comes in his pants, failing to notice he’s even more pathetic.

[floatyflowers]

Dark Thranduil x Isekai! Reader

You stare at the elven king in shock and admiration as he slays down spiders, not knowing how you have gotten here in the first place and who are those people with pointed ears and tall figures.

One minute you were studying and the next you found yourself in a completely different place surrounded by dangerous large spiders.

"What is a human like yourself doing here in my realm?"

Thranduil asks, after he and his guards finish killing the last spider, giving him the opportunity to interrogate you.

"I just found myself here" you reply softly, deciding to tell him the truth.

"You found yourself here, interesting."

His cold tone made you shrink back on yourself in the fear of angering him.

"I apologise if I transpassed your property, I got lost and I-"

You squeal as Thranduil grabs your arm and begins dragging you with him towards his elk before trying to force you on top of it.

"Where are you taking me, stop!" you say, trying to make him to let go of your arm.

"You are coming with me, we have so much to discuss."

Thranduil finally manages to get you on top of the graceful animal, before riding behind you and grabbing the reins.

Little do you know that you resemble his late wife in appearance, and even personality.

He can't wait to show you to Legolas.

[aduialel]

I can easily see this happening 😉

Because you seems to like these a lot , I made you another one for 2015 ! :D 

More drag&drop here (x)

[honey-bcc]

Silver Reins ⋆˚࿔

Legolas x Female! Reader

Summary: When the Fellowship is forced to share horses on their journey across Middle Earth, you’re paired with the last person you expected, Legolas. Riding in front of him should have been innocent, but with every shift of the saddle, every breath against your neck, it gets harder to pretend you don’t notice, so you stop pretending. What starts as subtle teasing quickly spirals into something far more dangerous when the composed elven prince finally cracks.

Warnings: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, Sexual teasing (reader-initiated), Riding position tension (literally), p in v sex, Slight dom!Legolas energy, let me know if i missed anything! <3

Word Count: 1k

A/N: first fic i’m writing on this account as i’m new to tumblr, and my first EVER smut hence it’s kinda short so apologies if it’s bad.

There weren’t many horses left when the Fellowship set out from Rivendell, supplies were stretched, and pairs had to share mounts as you traveled across Middle Earth. When Elrond told the Fellowship you’d need to share horses, you didn’t expect to be paired with him.

“You shall ride with Legolas.”

He’d only given you a graceful nod, eyes as cool and unreadable as always, not a single flicker of surprise. Typical.

You, on the other hand, had to turn away before your expression betrayed just how much you didn’t mind being pressed against the impossibly perfect form of the elven prince.

What you didn’t expect was to be riding in front.

It made sense, he could guide the reins, but it meant your back was flush against his chest. It meant your thighs were spread over the saddle with his legs caging yours. It meant every time the horse shifted… you felt everything.

The first few hours, you tried to behave, but it was hard to ignore him. Every movement of the horse made you shift, and every shift brought you closer. His hands were steady on the reins just beside your hips, but you could feel the tension humming through him. His breath was warm against your neck. Controlled. Too controlled.

“Comfortable?” he asked, his voice like velvet sliding over stone.

“Very,” you murmured.

You leaned back slightly. Just a little.

Enough to press your lower back to the front of his thighs.

You felt it, even then, a twitch, a catch in his breath. Barely there, but real.

⸻

The next day, you were bolder.

You stretched in the saddle more often, letting your hips roll a little. Adjusted your seat with unnecessary slowness, and arched your back after long hours of riding, subtly grinding against him.

Each time, he shifted. Just a hair. But never spoke.

Until…

“You move quite a lot,” he said tightly, on the third day.

You turned your head, feigning innocence. “Do I? Sorry. I suppose I’m just sore. Hard to sit still with thighs aching like this.”

You heard it, the inhale through his teeth, Sharp. Strangled.

You smiled. Dangerously.

By the time the sun began to dip behind the hills, the air was hot and thick with tension and sweat. The Fellowship rode in silence, accompanied only by the distant sounds of horses’ hooves and the creak of leather straps. You let your head fall back against his shoulder.

“You smell like forests,” you said softly. “Do all elves smell like this, or just you?”

You felt him tense.

“I do not know,” he said, voice tight. “I have never asked.” somewhat unamused by his predicament.

You smiled again. Then slowly, you let your hips roll with the rhythm of the horse, a deliberate sway that dragged you against him, back to front.

That was when you felt him.

The hard press of him beneath you.

You went still.

So did he. A horrible, agonizing pause.

“…Forgive me,” he said suddenly, his voice raw. “It is not my intention to disrespect you.”

You turned your head slightly, just enough to catch his expression, mortified and ashamed.

And that’s when you realised-

He really didn’t think you knew what you were doing. Your heart twisted and your stomach lit up all at once.

“Legolas,” you said softly, shifting to face him slightly, your legs still straddling the saddle, his body warm and trembling behind you.

“I’ve been doing this on purpose.”

His eyes widened.

“I wanted you to feel that way,” you whispered. “I wanted to know if you wanted me, too.”

He stared at you, stunned silent.

And then he growled.

Actually growled.

⸻

As the Fellowship came to a halt, Aragorn suggesting they make camp before nightfall, Legolas announced his intention for the both of you to scout the surroundings for safety. He pulled the reins sharply and veered the horse off the trail, toward a small glade tucked into the trees. The moment the trees covered you, he dismounted and pulled you down into his arms, before your feet even touched the earth.

Your back hit a tree with a thud, his lips already crashing into yours. The tension between you broke like a dam, raw and hungry, his hands roaming your body like he couldn’t believe he’d waited so long.

“You torment me,” he said between kisses. “All day. Every movement. I thought I would go mad.”

“I wanted to torment you,” you gasped, tugging at his belt. “I wanted this.”

He caught your hands, breathless, holding them to his chest.

“Are you certain?” he asked, voice low, shaking.

You nodded. “Yes. I’ve always wanted you.”

Clothes were discarded quickly and clumsily. The earth was soft, moss beneath your back as he settled between your legs, hard and aching, his body shaking with restraint.

“I will go slow,” he whispered. “I must… go slow.”

But when he slid inside you, all control broke.

He gasped matching your own, and the pace became fast, hungry, full of longing. You clung to him, fingers in his hair, moaning into his shoulder as he thrust into you, each stroke deeper, stronger, allowing himself to be consumed with your entire being. He whispered your name like a prayer and a curse all in one.

“You feel- Valar, you feel like fire,” he panted.

And when you came, crying out beneath him, he followed you, his body demanding to be in sync, groaning into your skin as he spilled inside you, hips trembling. He collapsed over you, still inside, both of you shaking, panting.

⸻

Later, as the stars blinked into the sky and your horse grazed nearby, Legolas lay beside you on the moss, his fingers tracing your bare arm.

“They must be worried, we should go back” your voice softly emerging from the silence.

“Yes you’re probably right” everting his eyes from the sky, he gazed upon you, watching your still, fixated form as it studied the sky above you. Before making an attempt to lift himself from your side, an idea, accompanied with a smirk came to mind.

“You’ll ride in front again tomorrow,” he murmured, voice soft and teasing.

You grinned. “I assumed as much”

“But this time,” he said, kissing your shoulder, “if you tease me… you’ll pay for it after nightfall.”

You shivered.

“I’m counting on it.”

⸻

A/N: Ahh this is so short sorry! thank you for reading my first attempt <3

[thatfanficstuff]

In Dreams - Thranduil

Pairing: Thranduil x reader

warnings: just canon stuff

Every step through Mirkwood dragged at you, the forest path winding in endless turns that led nowhere. The shadows around you seemed to be living things and you once again cursed yourself that you hadn’t tried harder to convince the Company not to travel through its depths regardless of what the wizard said.

“Are you alright, lass?” Dwalin asked.

You answered with a quick shake of your head. “There is only trouble here.”

No sooner had you spoken the words than the spiders attacked. You held your own as well as you could, but you weren’t too proud to admit relief flooded you when the elves came to the rescue. Now, you were being led to the palace and the king. Great. This would go well, you were sure.

“How does an elleth come to be in the company of dwarves?” an elf with long, blond hair asked.

You eyed him a moment before recognizing him as Prince Legolas. You glanced away. “Half.”

“Half?”

“Half-elleth.” You caught his look of surprise as he took in your features which greatly favored your elf father. Fortunately, your life expectancy took after his as well. “And Mithrandir, to answer your question.”

He chuckled. “That answers a lot of questions, actually. And where is the wizard now?”

You sighed in irritation. “Wherever he usually is, I suppose. Which is anywhere but where I need him the most.”

That got laughs from several of the guard and Thorin shot you a narrow-eyed look. “Do you know these elves?”

You smirked at your friend. “No, but I suppose they find my company more pleasurable than yours.”

“Cheeky elf,” Thorin grumbled though his lips twitched in amusement.

As you neared the palace and the inevitable meeting with the Elvenking, the conversation died away. Partly in grim anticipation, and partly in awe as you took in the world around you. The halls of the palace opened before you, carved into the very heart of the wood. Opulent and vast, possessing its own quiet beauty so vastly different to Imladris. Even the dwarves were taken with the halls around them.

“This way,” one of the guard said as he directed the Company down a branching corridor.

Ori stumbled, his eyes locked on the grandeur around him instead of where he was going. You caught him and he nodded his gratitude as you made sure he was steady on his feet. Thorin gave you a nod of thanks as well, though he should know by now you looked out for all of them as if they were your own kin.

Your mind raced as you neared the throne room wondering at the destiny of the Company. What did Thranduil intend to do with all of you? Before you could even guess at an answer, you were led over stone bridges and stairs until stood in a vast chamber. It was a masterpiece of elven design and at its center stood the throne, towering over everything around it. And upon it sat the Elvenking, his presence commanding, his form striking. Long hair like spun silver framed his regal face, and draped over a resplendent silver robe. Upon his brow sat a crown reflecting the branches and boughs of his kingdom. You gasped in surprise, never expecting him to be so beautiful despite the descriptions you’d heard.

His gaze moved over the company, cold and assessing. But when it landed on you, it was no longer indifferent. The chill in his eyes turned into something else, something that made your pulse race and your skin prickle. Something deep and intense that lingered far longer than it should but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away.

Finally, his focus shifted to the leader of your group. “Thorin, son of Thrain. I did not expect to see you here again.”

“Nor would you have to had your guard allowed us to continue on our way,” Thorin replied, defiance in every word. “What is your business with us?”

The king stood, every movement elegant and deliberate, his eyes never leaving Thorin. “Your presence is…unfortunate.” He paused and his gaze slid back to you with unsettling focus. “You trespass, yet I am merciful.”

“Merciful?” Dwalin spat. “To us?”

Thranduil’s lips curved into a faint smile. “I offer you freedom. You may go, all of you.” A pause, a beat of silence, then, “provided you leave the elleth behind.”

You sucked in a breath as every eye turned to you. The words hung heavy in the air. Seeing they surprised you as much as any of them, Thorin’s response was instant and fierce. “No. She is one of us. You cannot have her.”

The Elvenking’s laugh was a beautiful, bitter sound. “So loyal.” His eyes narrowed and his lips thinned. “Would you rather rot in my dungeons?”

When you started to protest, a hand grasping yours quieted you. Dwalin pulled you back with a shake of his head. “Leave it,” he hissed.

Thorin’s gaze moved between the two of you before he looked at Thranduil once more. “Better to rot than to break faith with a friend.”

Thranduil arched a brow before nodding slowly. His face was unreadable though a flicker of something flashed in his eyes. He was calm, controlled, yet his interest in you remained unwavering. “Then to my dungeons you shall go,” he declared, gesturing to his guards. “We shall see how long loyalty keeps you warm.”

And that was the last you saw of the dwarves for many weeks.

While Thranduil held true to his word and had the dwarves placed in his dungeons, you were led to an opulent room with a comfortable bed. You were dressed as befit a proper elleth and more than once you joined the king for a meal where little was said beyond your pleas for him to release your friends with promises you would remain behind. For his part, Thranduil always seemed to be watching you, waiting for something and seemed utterly disappointed when it didn’t happen.

Most of your time was spent alone as you waited for something to change. You read. Paced. Laid in a bed you seldom slept in. Days flew by, each one much the same as the one before. Until the day you heard a commotion in the hall outside your room. Before you could ask the guard what was going on, the door swung open.

Thranduil stood framed in the opening, his composure cracked, his mask gone. It was a shock to see him so unguarded, so vulnerable, and even more of a shock to see the relief that washed over him when his eyes found you.

“You’re still here,” he said in a breath. “Did you know of their plans to escape?” The question an accusation and a plea.

You met his gaze steadily, unflinching. “How could I? You haven’t allowed me to see them, let alone speak to them, since the day we were captured.” Your words were bitter, short. Filled with the resentment you couldn’t help but feel at the thought they’d left you behind, though you knew they’d had little choice.

He searched your face looking for deception and found none. “I should have known,” he muttered to himself. He took a step closer and hesitated as a thousand emotions flashed across his face. Then, as quickly as he came, he turned away. The silence rushed back in to fill the space he left behind, but it was somehow even lonelier than it was before.

You didn’t see the king again until he announced you would accompany him on his journey to the mountain to reclaim from the dwarves what rightfully belongs to the elves. He ordered you placed in one of the wagons, afraid if given your own mount you’d disappear like your companions. Two of his guard rode beside the wagon to ensure you stayed where you belonged, their presence watchful and silent.

When you saw Thranduil, it was always at the end of the day when you were led to his tent to dine and find your rest on the cot he had placed on the opposite side from his own. Or early in the morning when you both rose, broke your fast and prepared for the day’s journey. His gaze followed you as the guards led you away until you were gone from his sight before going to find his own mount.

You didn’t understand your purpose. Why he brought you. He could have easily left you in Mirkwood. Or perhaps he meant to trade you for whatever treasure he believed Thorin would keep from the elves. Despite your friendship, you found it unlikely Thorin would make that deal.

Finally, on the last night before you made camp in the shadow of the mountain, you could take it no longer. “I don’t know why you brought me,” you confessed, hoping for answers.

And for a moment, you thought you’d get them. But he only studied you, eyes deep as the skies above your head, his expression unreadable. “You will, in time,” he said at last. Another beat passed. Two. “Stay close to my guards when we reach the mountain.”

The camp beyond your tent laid quiet. “Why?” you ask, the word meaning so much more than it seemed. Why did he want you to? What did he know? Why did he care?

“There will be danger.” He answered only the obvious, sidestepping your unspoken plea. “I would not see you harmed.”

You nodded in frustration. He looked at you a long moment. Studied you as if you were something precious, something he was afraid to lose. Finally, you turned away, faced the wall of the tent and pretended to sleep.

Thranduil had left you guarded in his tent since you’d arrived at the final destination, your promise to remain with his guard apparently not enough for him to allow you to roam beyond the flaps of your temporary home. You’d made your displeasure known by refusing to speak to him so you’d received no more answers to your many questions. And now you were afraid you’d never get the chance.

The world went from ordinary to chaos in an instant and you now found yourself engulfed in battle. A cacophony of screams and steel surrounded you as you fought, swift and sure. Yet it was never enough as orcs crashed around you. There was no sky, no ground, no respite. Only bodies, blood and blades. You weren’t certain when you’d become separated from the guards, if they even still lived, but now you fought alone, growing weary and desperate.

Orcs were everywhere. An unending flood of enemies. Their blades crashed against yours until you shoved them away with the desperate grace possessed by your father’s people. You sliced, stabbed, cut them down any way you could. You fought with everything you were, but you could not fight them all.

An orc charged toward you, monstrous, larger than the others. Time slowed, stretched as his weapon arced above you, prepared to deliver the fatal blow.

Then Thranduil was there. He moved like light, like the wind, and intercepted the blow meant for you. His swords flashed, lethal and precise as he dispatched the orc. As he saved your life. You stared uncomprehending as your world narrowed to the figure before you. To the king who fought like a man possessed.

“Why?” you pled even as you spun to stop another blade, to end another life. “Why risk yourself for me?”

His eyes met yours briefly in the chaos. “I have dreamed of you,” he finally confessed. “My entire life, you have haunted me.”

You could not breathe. Could not think. His words crashed over you, more devastating than any blow you’d yet taken in the battle. You were his soulmate? It was impossible. You would have known.

“Have you not seen me?” he asked, his voice heavy with yearning, as you fought side by side.

You shook your head, unable to do more. You had no answer for him. No truth that would make sense of his claim.

“You are my dream.” His voice broke as surely as his heart. “My curse. My constant.”

As he slayed the last orc in the group that had charged the two of you, there was a brief lull. He turned you to face him, hands on your arms as he studied you.

“I had never seen your face before that day in the throne room,” you managed, the words a confession, an apology.

He swallowed before drawing you closer and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. The gesture, so filled with emotion, with longing, stole the breath from your lungs. “Be careful.” He whispered the plea then he was gone, leaving you with the echoes of his confession.

When you next saw Thranduil, he rode astride a great white elk, a beast that you had seen only in your dreams until that moment. The image seized you, an echo of all the dreams you’d ever had of the soulmate you thought you’d never find. The battle raged around you as the pieces fell into place. He cut through the enemy lines, regal and relentless. The motions the very ones that had danced in your mind since before you could remember. His twin blades flashed with deadly precision as the majestic beast carried him forward with grace and fury. He was your vision brought to life. Everything you never let yourself hope to find. You lost sight of him again as you turned back to the relentless horde, more determined than ever to survive.

It seemed like days before the chaos calmed and the battle ended. The elves swept across the field, ending the few orcs that still breathed and moving their brethren that needed to the healing tents. You’d fought to save the Company. The Durins were injured but breathing. You’d done the duty charged to you by the grey wizard and now you sought your reward.

You spotted him at last, his form unmistakable as he dismounted from the great elk and issued commands. You ran through the chaos, closing the distance in a blur. You didn’t give him a chance to brace before throwing your arms around his neck, clinging to him, afraid he’d disappear if you let go.

He stiffened in surprise as you collided with him but then his body relaxed in your hold. One arm wrapped around your waist as the other hand found the back of your head to keep you held tightly against him.

You pulled back just enough to see his eyes, just enough to lose yourself in the wonder you saw there. He studied you, searching for the reason, for what had changed between you.

“I never saw your face,” you explained, your words tumbling in your joy as you smiled. “I only saw a regal form upon a white elk. I have found you.”

His expression transformed as confusion gave way to realization. To a joy that mirrored your own. “I had given up hope.” His voice was raw with emotion.

“But I had not. And I am so glad it is you.” You laugh through your tears, filled with the joy that can only come from finding your soulmate. Finding the one destined to be your perfect match.

His arms encircled you, holding you as if he could not bear to let you go. The world faded until there was only him, only you. And it was everything you had ever let yourself hope for.

[faeriichaii]

hiii i have a request only if you're up for it! a legolas x reader and reader teases legolas and his sensitive ears during an important event and he takes it out on you (spicy? smut if you're up for it :)

love your fics sm <333

Keep Quiet ~ Legolas x F!Elf!Reader

A/N: OMG!! I kinda have been waiting for a smut request haha!! It's just I rarely write any smut so it is always nice to see someone request it cause this also makes me uhh idk get used to writing it?? But yeah I finally finished the request and I really hope you like it <33 I also might edit it later cause rn it is very late and I am very tired but I still wanna publish smth so... ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: Smut (MDNI), Unprotected sex, Fingering, bj, ass slapping ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 2.0 k ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes (thank you <33) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Meleth Nin ~ My Love ࿐ྂ

Summary: You seem to have teased your husband Legolas a little too long during one important meeting, so he teaches you a lesson.

Bored. You felt utterly bored, as you listened in on Lord Elronds conversation with Legolas father about some trading contract each of them approved. Being Legolas wife has it perks but you definitely despise the lengthy business meetings you have to attend. And your attendance is required regularly. As Thranduil once said, you are not just part of their family now, but also have to shoulder the burden of being the queen at some time in your lengthy life. Back then you smiled at the elven king and nodded. You didn’t expect to become queen anytime soon either. But neither did you expect him to get Legolas to drag you to every official meeting in Mirkwood. “It is good for you to learn all about our relationships with the several leaders of the various different lands.” Thranduil once said to you, after he caught you yawn after several hours of listening about potential war strategies.

A hand on your thigh justled you out of your memories. Legolas gave you a smile, as he leaned closer to you. “We are almost through Meleth Nin. Only an hour more and they should sign the papers.” Another hour? Sighing at his words you gave him a pained smile. Your eyes wandered from the elven king of Mirkwood towards Lord Elrond. You knew this would take even longer than that. How could you sit around and do nothing for another hour or two? “Legolas, would it be alright for your father if I could leave for a few minutes? Just to take a quick breather.” You whispered in his ear. His grip on your leg tightened and he began to shift around in his seat beside you. “Are you alright Meleth Nin?” “Of course I just-“ You raised an eyebrow at him. He definitely did not look quite alright. He looked rather… uncomfortable. “I don’t think my father would approve.”

Tilting your head to the side, you continued to study his side profile. A soft rosy colour dusted the tips of his ears, as well as his cheeks. Suddenly, realization dawned upon you. “Are you sure that is the reason behind you being so… skittish right now?” Your warm breath fanned over his pointy ear and you felt his body shiver, as you let your hand gently rest on his leg. Drawing circles on his thigh, you leaned closer towards him. “I don’t need a break anymore, so don’t worry about it my love.” The elven prince noticed the flirtatious undertone in your voice and gave you a warning glance. “(Y/N) please. You can’t do this to me right now. This is an important meeting and-“ A shuddered sigh left his lips, as your finger traced his ear with a feather light touch. “Hmm? Is everything alright darling?” You asked him sweetly, trying to scoot closer to your husband.

“Lord Elrond and your father are still discussing about the best travel route in order for the goods to arrive safely. The same topic since hours so why don’t you just lean back and let me have some fun hmm?” Legolas face turned towards you, his glare igniting a fire deep inside your core. He was mad. And you just got turned on. His hand grabbed your wrist and pulled it away from his ear. “You don’t want to continue playing this game (Y/N). Trust me.” A smirk graced your lips. “Is this a challenge Meleth Nin?”

Suddenly Legolas jumped up from his place at the table. Both of the lords turned their attention from the map at the table to the elven prince, confusion written upon both their faces. Even you were surprised. “Father, I must apologies, but I just remembered that me and my wife have another important event to attend to.” Thranduil looked his son up and down, before letting his gaze wander over you. You expected him to decline (probably due to the tension between you), but instead he approved. “Both of you shall leave, but make sure this… accident doesn’t happen a second time.” And with those parting words you were dragged out of the room by Legolas.

His grip on your wrist tightened as he sped across the hall towards your shared bedroom. “Legolas slow down I-“ “You want me to slow down? I bet you won’t say that again anytime soon.” Heat kissed your cheeks at the insinuation of his words. God you just wanted to tease him a bit but you definitely did not expect this outcome. Legolas stopped walking, just to open the door, drag you inside and lock it afterwards. His back was turned towards you. Watching his shoulders rise up and down you slowly approached him. “I told you to listen, didn’t I?” “Legolas I-“ Suddenly he spun around. “You didn’t listen though, did you now?” A shiver went down your spine at his deep voice. His gaze travelled from your face all over your body which made heat pool in your lower region. “You acted very poorly and improper for the future queen you know?” You nodded your head at his words. “I apologize my prince.” “You think that is enough to satisfy me?” He said, slowly approaching you. Legolas eyed you like a predator about to devour his pray. Oh, and how you would indulge in him devouring you. You need him. You want him.

“What can I do to make up for my mistakes?” “For one, how about I fill your pretty mouth.” Legolas stood in front of you, his finger grazing along your jaw. The touch alone set you ablaze like oil touching a flame. He tilted your face up towards him. “Does that sound good to you?” You nodded your head once more in approval. “Good.” And with that his mouth was upon yours. His mouth was hot and needy upon your own, tongues dancing with each other. A moan escaped your lips at the sweet relieve of the built-up tension. Legolas hand moved from your face to the back of your head to gather your hair in his fist. Pain spread from your scalp as he yanked your head bag by your strands, his mouth immediately trailing kisses along your exposed neck. Your hands racked over his upper body, unbuttoning his shirts and letting them fall off over his shoulders. Fingers trailing over his exposed skin, you followed every line and ridge of his body, until you stopped at his waistband.

“Get on your knees.” Legolas voice had a needy edge to it, as he began to gently shove you down, his hand never letting loose of your hair. Getting comfortable on the ground, you bit your lip at the obvious tent in his pants. Instantly you grabbed for his belt, loosened it and got rid of his trousers for him. “Open up.” Your mouth did as he ordered you to and in just a mere second his cock was between your lips. Sucking on it you watched his reaction through your eyelashes. His head was thrown back as soft pants escaped him. You let your tongue glide over his veins before pulling back and letting it slide over his slit. A hiss came from Legolas parted lips. His grip around your hair tightened. Suddenly, he pushed his cock deeper into your mouth, making you gag around him. Spit spilled out of the side of your mouth, as you tried to relax your throat in order to deepthroat his cock as much as possible. Your fingers moved from his hips towards your pussy, craving your own relieve. “Don’t you dare touch yourself.” Legolas said in-between pants. He moaned as a whine left your lips and sent a vibrating sensation through his lower region.

Pulling out, he grabbed your arms and lifted you from the ground. His hands found your chin, tilted your face towards his and gave you a kiss. His tongue fought with your own while he began to strip you out of the dress you wore for the meeting. Your nipples hardened under the cold air and he wasted no time in rolling them between his fingers. Your back arched at the pleasant feeling of finally feeling his touch upon you. His mouth moved from your lips down to your left tit. Your hands twisted in his long blonde hair, playing with the braids you did earlier today. Heat radiated from both of your bodies, as he let go of your nipple with a pop and stood up to his full height once more. “Now I want you to keep your mouth shut, okay?” An approval couldn’t even pass your lips, before you found yourself upon your bed, face down and ass up. “Show me how long you can keep your dirty lips sealed.”

A pleasant shiver went down your spine, as you felt his finger glide through your lips. Gripping the bedsheet, you turned your head to the side. “Legolas I need you please.” You whispered while glancing behind you. His finger brushed over your clit, making you bite your lip in order to keep quiet. You tried to scoot towards his hand, but his other hand kept your body down by your neck. “You already failed to keep quiet but you still want to get rewarded?” He slowly entered one of his fingers into your pussy but almost immediately retracted it. A needy whine passed your lips. “So greedy.” Legolas said, before entering two of his fingers and slowly pumping them at a steady pace. Your grip on the sheets tightened, as you tried to wriggle around his fingers. You want more. You need more. But you were in luck, because just after a few pumps, you could already feel the head of his cock at your entrance. “I want to see your pussy suck in my cock exactly how they greedily took in my fingers.”

And with that he pushed inside you. Your mouth opened to let out a silent moan, as you felt the stretch of his cock inside you. His hands gripped your hips harshly, before he began to move in a steady rhythm. It was hard to keep quite while his cock filled you to the brim, but neither would you want to lose his warmth inside of you. Pants mixed with the sound of skin slapping filled the quietness of the room. A moan escaped through your parted lips and was soon replaced with a surprised yelp, as you felt the harsh sting of a slap on your ass. “Your misbehaviour can’t stay unpunished now, can it?” You nodded in agreement with him. God how you loved getting punished by him. Meeting his hips halfway through each thrust, you felt the knot inside of you tighten, as well as the twitch of your husband’s cock inside of you.

“You take it so well Meleth Nin.” A sudden harsh thrust forced another moan out of your mouth, followed by another pleasant sting on your ass cheek. His hand gently traced over the red handprint. “I have a feeling that you almost like getting punished.” He let his finger trail down to your clit and drew gentle circles over it. Heat washed over your entire body, as you felt your climax approach faster and faster. Your walls clenched more tightly around his cock while the pressure of his finger on your clit increased. “Oh my god Legolas I-“ Another slap echoed through the room, followed by a whine from your lips, as the sweet relieve of your climax washed over you. Your walls clenching around his cock was all he needed, before filling you up with his cum. His release was followed by a few sloppy thrusts, before he pulled out, got onto the bed beside you and circled his arms around you in a warm embrace. A few minutes of purse silence passed between the both of you.

“Was it too much?” Legolas suddenly asked you. “No, of course not Meleth Nin. I might even consider teasing you more often during the meetings.” You reassured him, wrapping your own arms around him and falling asleep in his arms.

[master-muffinn]

Seems like im pretty close with the elfs 🥰

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