#elvenking

[thranduilpcsp]

Psst! Thranduil's Irish elk is not a moose.

Art by dino dan

I MUST make an addition. The horse’s name is Moose. This horse.

[nevui-penim-miruvorrr]

Comissions open!

Mirkwood Christmas ❤️🎄🎁🎊🎉

10$-ONE character CHEST UP with color( every fandom, oc’s, etc)

15$ ONE character WAIST UP with color

20$ TWO characters CHEST UP with color( every fandom, oc’s, etc)

30$ TWO characters WAIST UP with COLOR

35$-ONE character FULL BODY WITH COLOR

50$-TWO characters FULL BODY with COLOR

60$-i don’t want put the word with nsxx or i will be flagged lol + COLOR + FULL BODY

i don’t do, mechas,background or armors too complicated

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[edenshawyou]

Like with the theory about Thranduil being burned in the War of Wrath at the end of the first age, I didn’t relize that he would be only like 83 years old! It is believed that he was born after the destruction of Doriath in 507 F.A and the War of Wrath was rumored to be how he was burned because of the dragons Morgoth used. This occurred in 590 F.A. Elves mature physically at 50 and mentally at 100.

SO YALL ARE TELLING ME THIS SWEET BABY OF AN ELLON WAS THROWN INTO BATTLE JUST TO GET SCARS THAT HE HAS TO LIVE WITH FOR ANOTHER 6000+ YEARS?!

Like I know he was probably somewhat mature but still, he didn’t deserve to be done dirty like that.

(As a reminder I understand that this is all a theory and is only an addition to Peter Jackson’s movies. Still it is a cool concept though…)

[furiousdinosaurdestiny]

The face Elorond makes when you tell him all the things you’d like to do to him.

[citrusro]

Cheers~!

[the-red-butterfly]

Do You Not Speak Westron?

Thorin Okenshield & Elvenking Thranduil (Tolkien)

My second TRSB piece of 2024! (@tolkienrsb) ✨ Slide #15

The premise: Thorin survives after the battle of the five armies and as he stumbles through the forest trying to find his people he encounters a wounded elf. Thorin has never seen the face of the Elvenking and does not recognize Thranduil, who in turn is severely concussed and has lost his grasp on westron for the moment.

Last year I also did a banged up Thranduil in a situation where communication was impaired. Oops. I have a thing that I quite like apparently hehe.

I REALLY enjoyed working on this piece, TRSB always makes me want to give the best that I have for the art 😭 For this particular art I was heavily inspired by Arthur Rackham (and I continue to try and pull off a story book kind of art just like last year hehe).

SOON, get ready for the ever flourishing @i-did-not-mean-to . Very exited to read the love letter she has written for me in the form of a story for this art🥹

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Open for Commissions

Close ups under the cut!

[thranduils-chubbybunny]

A few of my edits! (I made a ton so if u want more variations message me!)

[larkoneironaut]

They are in love 🥹🫶🏽

My OC Naradis (NOT his wife) and Thranduil from my Thranduil romance fic I'm working on and which I'm going to post on AO3 as soon as it's finished!

Pose ref and inspo under the cut!

Pose ref and inspo from this iconic photoshoot for Yves Rocher (Thailand) with Gulf Kanawut and Davika Hoorne ✨

[monkeyscomics]

️🎉🎂🍰Happy Birthday, Orlando Bloom!!!️🎉🎂🍰

‘Legolas!!! A prince does not loaf! We have thousands of designer chair!!! Sit properly!!!’ - Thranduil

OMG, I haven’t drawn Mirkwood family comics for ages—— ️😭

[thranduilpcsp]

Probably the last active blog about Thranduil

The best Thranduil content over the years! A bit of Legolas, a bit of Tauriel, a bit of Thranduil's majestic deer, woodland aesthetics.

No AI-generated garbage, no politics, no noisy offtops.

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King Oropher with prince Thranduil comissioned by @pastelsugar6w6 Thank you so much for your trust and patience !

Comissions open !

10$-ONE character CHEST UP with color( every fandom, oc’s, etc)

15$ ONE character WAIST UP with color

20$ TWO characters CHEST UP with color( every fandom, oc’s, etc)

30$ TWO characters WAIST UP with COLOR

35$-ONE character FULL BODY WITH COLOR

50$-TWO characters FULL BODY with COLOR

60$-i don’t want put the word with nsxx or i will be flagged lol + COLOR + FULL BODY

i don’t do, mechas,background or armors too complicated

*only paypal

[chloesolace]

Midnight Rain - Thranduil x Reader

summary: You are an elven ambassador from Rivendell living in Mirkwood. The realm is currently celebrating a victory in battle over the dwarves when Thranduil asks to have a private word with you. The two of you share history, but his scars scared him into letting you go. A decision he clearly regrets after seeing you dance with your fiancé.

pairing: Thranduil x F!reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: angst

a/n: Another part of my Swift series, where I write multifandom one shots inspired by Taylor's songs <3 the next series after this will be a Florence + The Machine one. Hope you enjoy this story!

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My girl was a montage A slow motion, love potion Jumping off things in the ocean I broke her heart 'cause she was nice

In the dim light of sundown, he watched the woman dance. Her hair cascaded loosely around her shoulders, and her red lips curved into a bright smile revealing her teeth. Giggles escaped her, the skirts of her dress in her fists so she would not stumble and fall over them as she hopped around in circles. She twirled around her dance partner, one her hand held tightly in his as she looked between him and her footing. Her bare feet moved confidently over the forest floor, soles stained with moss and earth from earlier rain.

He was sitting in his chair, a crown of leaves and twigs sprouting from his head. He could feel the weight of it pressing down even more than it usually did, although he was sure this was merely his imagination. His gaze hardened as he observed the man dancing with the woman, their arms entwined. No one besides him noticed but each time they drew close, the man whispered in her ear, eliciting blushes and giggles.

The glass in his hand shattered. 

“Oh, Your Majesty!” Exclaimed a servant girl next to him, immediately taking the glass out of his hand and cleaning his palm of shards and blood. The cloth she used soaked up the red liquid as the girl placed the shards into a basket nearby. 

Barely glancing at his opened palm, he held it away from his body, allowing her to continue cleaning up the mess he made. Hissing, he pulled it away once she informed him he was clean again. There was still a stain on his palm, but the cuts did not appear deep. He would seek out the palace healer after the festivities ended.

The music stopped when he raised his other hand, all eyes falling onto him when he stood from his seat. His blue eyes were resting on the elven girl he had watched earlier, the air thick with anticipation from his people. 

“Do not let the festivities stop. I shall have a private word with the Rivendell ambassador inside. Please, continue,” he said, his deep voice loud and collected. It radiated authority and control, all while he never took his gaze off of you.

You gave your fiancé a short nod and left him alone on the clearing that had turned into a dance floor, just as the musicians to your right resumed playing their instruments. Some of the spectators around watched you as you approached the Elven King, others joined your fiancé in dancing, and the air was once again filled with laughter. 

Thranduil extended an arm for you to take, and you reluctantly wrapped your hand around his biceps, feeling the expensive fabric of his garment on your skin. His scent was clear and familiar; a mixture of musk and wood. 

Neither of you said a word until you found themselves on a terrace, far away from the festivities and the music, which could only be heard if one concentrated very hard. You placed your hands on the railing, your eyes drifting off to the forest in front of you. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Thranduil looking at you, his gaze making you feel naked, seen, though never uncomfortably exposed.

“Why did you want to speak with me?” You asked him, knuckles white from your tight grip around the railing. You hoped he didn’t notice your nervousness. He hesitated as if he wasn’t quite sure himself. 

“You have proven to be a valuable asset in keeping an alliance between Rivendell and the Woodland Realm,” he began, his voice lacking emotion, his words sounding practiced and memorized. “I suspect now that you have found a suitable match, you plan to stay?” The words only reluctantly left his lips, and you could feel him tense further.

You clenched your teeth as you stared out into the forest, the sky darkening as dusk slowly began to blend into nightfall. There was a thickness in the air, indicating the imminent arrival of rain.

“Sharion and I have not decided yet,” you said hesitantly, the name of your fiancé now feeling strange on your tongue. You cursed yourself for the momentary feeling of shame that spread through your chest. Yet you had nothing to be ashamed of; Thranduil had turned you down. 

“I see,” replied the Elven King, and you saw him follow your gaze out of the corner of his eyes. He stood straight and tall next to you, silence resting between you. It was almost suffocating until you heard the roar of thunder above you.

You opened your mouth to say something just as he did the same, and it was the first time that evening your eyes met. You stopped yourself from speaking, gesturing for him to proceed instead. With flushed cheeks, you listened and averted your eyes again.

“I never meant to hurt you,” he said softly, the pain in his voice barely audible. Your grip around the railing tightened just as the first raindrop fell onto it. “Please, look at me.”

There was something else in his voice now; he was pleading. When you turned to him you saw the glassiness of his blue eyes, the way his thick brows furrowed and his arched lips pursed as if in agony. 

“I do not know what you want from me, Thranduil,” you whispered, his name on your lips a familiar feeling. You were one of the few who knew about his name, let alone addressed him with it so openly. “I gave you my heart. I wanted to become your wife.” Your eyes momentarily dropped to his lips before locking with his again, your hand gently rising to touch his cheek where you knew he had glamored it. “No matter the scars you bear.”

Thranduil closed his eyes, leaning gently into your touch. You saw his own hand rising, only to fall again as if he was scared to touch you. As if he feared that if he did, you would pull away. 

When he opened his eyes, he inhaled deeply with the greed of someone who had stayed underwater for too long. Underneath your touch, his skin began to fade, replaced by the deep scars you had often seen him stare at in the mirror with disdain in his eyes. 

“I need you,” he whispered, but you only dropped your hand and he let the scars disappear behind his glamor again, eyes marked by rejection. 

“I cannot be with someone who hides himself behind thick curtains of shame, Thranduil.” Next to you, you heard the falling rain quicken in unison with your heartbeat. “Are you ready to draw the curtains back?”

He hesitated and looked away. Now it was you searching his gaze, but stubborn as he was he would not meet it. The silence that followed was answer enough, only disrupted when the heavy rain swallowed it and thunder roared again. You felt as if nature itself was urging him to open himself fully to you, though he ignored its pleas.

“I do not want to fight for a heart that would stay inside its cage when it could be free,” you continued, the words heavy. “A home should not be a battlefield.”

You saw him tense before you turned your back on him, leaving him standing with only the terrace’s roof to shield him from the rain. You began shivering, the feeling of your engagement ring cold against your finger while tears streamed down your cheeks. It was painful breaking one’s own heart, but sometimes it was a necessary pain to bear. 

With a heavy heart, you entered the palace again while the rain swallowed him calling out your name. 

'Cause she was sunshine I was midnight rain She wanted it comfortable I wanted that pain

[yiska-h]

“And remind our people, that it is not strength that overcomes darkness, but light” - Galadriel

The Rings of Power, 2024.

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FanArt by Lorik

[truskawaofficial]

I dont like hazbin hotel but i found ts in my gallery💔 Cheers to thorin and thranduil tho

[coopsgirl]

@lordoftheelves and I were talking about hobbies and making stuff so here are my LOTR book nooks. I've posted them before but it was a while back so I just took some new pics.

I made them both using slip cases from Tolkien book sets, Lego figures, decorative paper, and other little things mostly from Hobby Lobby or that I already had.

For this one, I used an Alan Lee illustration of the company from The Hobbit traveling through Mirkwood. I swiped the sword from Gandalf so Thranduil could dual wield. 😊

The aisle with stuff for train sets is a good place to find things like little trees and the moss I used.

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