#elvish tiara

[moved2024]

Star Diadem

[manoartesana]

Elven Rainbow Moonstone Circlet Tiara. Owieru elvish art.

Elven Rainbow Moonstone Circlet Tiara. Precious metal Sterling Silver 925. Medieval tiara. Owieru elven art.

The Owieru Elven Art Circlet Moon stone is a beautiful piece of fantasy jewelry inspired by the elvish aesthetic of Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings. Crafted from sterling silver and set with a Rainbow Moon stone measuring 14x10 millimeters. This stone is very beautiful because it has different reflections and shades that change depending on how you look at it. The tiara is open at the back so that it is adjustable with satin ribbons according to the environment of the tiara, with which they can be tied or braided to the hair. This elven circlet is sure to bring an air of majesty and mystery to any costume or fantasy look. Whether you are looking for an accessory for your next LARP event or simply want to add a touch of elven elegance to your wardrobe, the Owieru elven art will make you look and feel like a true elven!

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[watcheraurora]

Masquerade

I'm a big fan of a masquerade ball. Figured I'd take the opportunity 1.7k words

I wrote this back in February and for some reason never posted it. Enjoy!

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You're Invited! The honor of your presence has been requested at Scarland for a masquerade ball in honor of the Grand Opening of the park. Please show up dressed in your best. Food and music will be provided, as well as a dancing area and tours of the park. Looking forward to seeing you there! Date: Aug 25, 2023 Time: Sunset Warm Regards, His HoTGuyNess, Scar GoodTimes

Scar grinned broadly at the invitation. It looked fantastic. He copied it twenty-something times and put all the invitations in a shulker box. Withdrawing a few rockets from his inventory, he pivoted and shot for his nearest neighbor's base. The floating rocks emerged from the mist within seconds.

"Griiiaaan! GrianGrianGrian! Hellooooo there!" he called as he swooped over the storage area, then peered down into the hole beneath Mumbo's vault where the Rift loomed.

Grian was down there, tending to his sheep farm.

Scar dove in and landed hard against the stone floor. He winced. "Grian! I have a favor to ask."

"Yeah?"

"Is Pesky Bird Mail still in business?"

Grian raised a brow as he turned away from the sheep farm. "Maybe. Depends on the price and the delivery."

Scar pulled one invitation out of the shulker box. "One of these to every Hermit! Item frames are included for the delivery. And I have half a stack of diamonds that might have your name on it if you'd like to deliver them all." He passed the invitation to Grian. "That one's for you, by the way."

"A masquerade?" Grian asked.

"Yeah! I wanted to say a cosplay party but I figured this would be more classy and formal. More appropriate for a theme park opening."

Grian laughed. "A cosplay party would have been appropriate for you and your theme park too, let's be blunt."

"Aw! Why didn't you tell me that before I had the invitations all made!" Scar complained.

"I didn't kn—oh never mind." Grian shook his head. "Sure. Fine. I'll do it. I didn't want to finish the back of my base today anyway."

"No, no wait! Impulse is going to be so mad if you don't—"

"Too bad I already took the job. Thanks Scar, byyyeee!" Grian snatched the shulker box from Scar's hand, spammed rockets to get out as fast as possible, and disappeared into the world fog.

Scar sighed and placed the half stack of diamonds in one of Grian's double chests, sent him a message saying that's where it was, and headed back for his base.

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Aug 25, 2023

"Holy cow, Cleo! You look a-may-zing!" Scar said as Cleo passed through the Scarland turnstiles in the gorgeous, grand, dark teal gown from Ren's king reign.

"Thank you, Scar," Cleo replied with a flattered smile, going to join the others that had already arrived. Impulse had been early, dressed in grand dwarvish armor with gold beads woven into his beard. Ren was also exploring Main Street, all dolled up in his kingly robe from before he was overthrown.

The rest of the Hermits slowly trickled in as sunset ticked closer. Tango was in his finest fur-lined black coat, his soulfire hair burning close to his head and a warden mask on. Mumbo had on his usual suit, but with a red bowtie instead of a necktie and a mask to match. Iskall had on a lime green, bamboo-patterned suit and mask, and he came in laughing his head off with Stress. Who, of course, had on the biggest, pinkest and purplest, most gorgeous princessy gown Scar could even conceive of and a glittering tiara above her lace mask. Gem turned up in a flowing, light elvish gown with flowers woven into her hair, trailing off the ribbons of her mask. Pearl had on a black dress patterned with stars and moons and a mask of lunar moth wings. Grian had even forgone his usual red sweater—or jumper, as he called it—in favor of an all-red suit with a black shirt and shiny grey tie that was a few shades too dark to match his silver mask. False had gone for a suit instead of a dress, but also wore a ceremonial gold sword and mask to match the long necklace she wore instead of a tie. Doc was in a suit with one sleeve removed to show off his cyborg arm. Wels had on his best armor. Most of the other Hermits were also in suits. Even Cub and Zed, who Scar half suspected would both show up in lab coats. Bdubs' suit was made of moss. Etho's still included his facemask. Xisuma'd simply polished his helmet and exosuit and hadn't bothered with a mask.

Scar himself had on a royal blue suit with Jellie embroidered on the pocket, to mimic his Imagineer uniform. He also had on a Jellie mask and a HoTGuY symbol tie bar.

Music was playing over the park's speakers. Pleasant, masquerade ball music. Scar smiled, looking at all of his friends milling about. All dressed up to celebrate with him.

He slung on his Elytra and flew up to be above everyone. "Hello, hello, hello, my fellow Hermits and Crafters! First of all, I just wanted to thank everyone for joining me tonight. Second of all, I just realized that tonight looks like we're gonna end up in a murder mystery. Third of all, everything in the park is open tonight. Help yourself to popcorn and churros and ice cream. I have Jellie ears and hats for whoever wants them, too. If anyone wants a tour, Impulse, Pearl, and I are prepared to lead groups or individuals as employees and the founder of Scarland. And just have fun! If anyone wants to dance, the street is open!"

His friends clapped and cheered. Scar swooped down to mingle among them, beaming with pride.

Slowly, the Hermits spaced out across Main Street. Enjoying themselves. Stress and Iskall were "dancing" (throwing each other around and cackling). Conversations revealed that everyone had traveled to Scarland via the Nether, rather than Elytra, to make sure the wind didn't mess anything up. Except Grian, who never seemed to look more than barely-windswept even when going max speed.

Scar rode the trolley around its little endless circle when he needed to take a break and get off his feet, Jellie sat beside him, her tail draped slightly over his cane. "Well, Jellie, we did it," he said. "We opened."

She mraowed in response. Scar scritched at her and she leaned into it.

The trolley trundled by Impulse, Tango, and Etho having a conversation about Impulse's redstone work in the park. Scar was mostly just grateful Tango had left his underground cavern where Decked Out 2 was still being worked on to come to the party. Poor guy needed a break.

A quiet whisper of a breeze alerted Scar to the fact that he wasn't alone on the trolley. He turned. Grian was standing in the main passenger area, leaning against a support pole, folding his wings in. Despite not having owl wings, Grian always seemed to fly near-silently. "Congratulations," Grian said, grinning. "This really is quite the achievement. And it's a beautiful park."

"Well thanks," Scar replied, a big smile forming on his face. "The work was worth it."

Grian nodded. "Yeah, yeah."

The two rode the trolley for a bit. Passing Mumbo laughing with Iskall and Stress about something. Passing Pearl with Jellie ears on being silly with Gem. Bdubs appeared to be trying to drag Etho away from the conversation between him, Impulse, and Tango. To which Etho was obviously smiling behind his mask—his eyes were crinkled at the corners—and standing still as a statue while Bdubs was physically tugging on his arm.

"The Hermits are good people, Grian," Scar said. "I'm happy to be one of them."

"Me too," Grian replied. Scar glanced back again.

The sun disappeared behind the castle. Then below the horizon.

And the fireworks show began.

The other Hermits all gasped in surprise as the music changed to go with the fireworks show. Grian sat next to Scar on the trolley boarding stairs on the opposite side of Jellie in order to see better after Scar stopped the trolley from moving.

Lights and colors washed over the faces of a group of friends enjoying their lives together. Cleo and Joe were leaning on one another as they laughed at something. Keralis and Xisuma were quietly admiring everything about the park. Doc and Ren were having a discussion about something, but both of their faces were fixated on the fireworks.

The trolley sat behind them all, close to the turnstiles, allowing Scar to see his friends basking in the glory of everything he'd built in his park.

Grian tapped him on the shoulder. "Y'know, I'm not very good at it, but do you want to dance?" he invited.

Scar beamed. "Sure!"

They hopped off the trolley and danced, slinging one another around to the Disney-like music—Grian always being mindful of Scar's cane—without a care in the world. Even Bdubs didn't want to go to bed just yet, instead watching the fireworks while Tango hid under an awning to stop phantoms from spawning.

The masquerade lasted until dawn. Impulse asked Gem and Pearl each to dance at one point—which devolved into the Soup Group all holding onto each other and spinning in a circle until momentum sent them all crashing to the ground.

Scar couldn't help but smile the whole night. And as dawn came, he didn't want it to end. But it would be okay. There were more celebrations to be had in the future. And he'd spend them all with his beloved friends around him.

As he and Grian stopped dancing, he scooped up Jellie and held her, danced with her, and kept her in his arms as he walked his friends back to the turnstiles to go home. They all promised to return, and thanked him for the fun night and great party.

When he and Jellie were alone in the park again, he sighed. "Well. There's more work to do, Jellie. What do you say?"

She mraowed again.

"Exactly! Let's get changed and let's get to it!"

[90smisaki]

Handmade Enchanted Forest of Leaves Moon Woodland Tiara elf Elven Headpiece Fairy Crown Elvish Tiara with Branches Moon Dragon

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[lady-of-imladris]

You get to go to Arda for a vacation, what would you get back home as a souvenir? 😎

Hii <3

I'd probably get some cool swords and knifes and probably some elvish clothes (the DRESSES AND THE TIARAS AAAAAAH)

[brynnmclean]

fell in love with the fire long ago - aka, I’m having a Mairon-shaped meltdown, clearly [all other posts under this tag]

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Melkor, after he is released from the Halls and Manwë allows him to go where he will in Aman, visits the Forge. Mairon—he does not run away so much as he just… immediately removes himself from the area.

It's for the best. All his projects would have gone awry if he had stayed. He cannot stop his hands from shaking.

Melkor had smiled at him and longing had twisted in his gut, strong enough to make him want to retch.

He had been making jewelry for the Arafinwëan boy, Findaráto. Ever since he had learned that Mairon was a jewelsmith as well as bladesmith, Findaráto had commissioned him specifically for work. The latest was a tiara of some sort for his sister, Artanis.

Mairon has not met Artanis yet, but of course the rumor of her had reached him—the story of her refusing Fëanáro a strand of her hair for a project had circulated amongst all of the smiths. Fin had confirmed the truth of it to Mairon himself, quietly grinning while Mairon made careful detail work on a brooch.

"You'd like her," Fin said, flipping through some architectural design sketches of his own. "She has a spirit that would match any fire you've seen."

The boast made Mairon laugh—but Noldorin pride is always a sight to behold. He enjoys witnessing their fierceness, their ambition, their creativity. The Valinorian born Eldar in particular have a light in them that fascinates Mairon. They have been born into a world untouched by Shadow. There has been no darkness in their lives for them to know fear.

Mairon hears Melkor's laughter echoing in his ears and knows the chill of it down his spine all too well. He has not spoken out against the Valar's decision to release the Enemy and to trust in his repentance, but…

Mairon finds his feet moving down the road to the Sea. Ossë is not at the shore—Mairon vaguely remembers now some word of him stirring up a hurricane in Beleriand—but the sound of the waves strikes Mairon true and his hands are still shaking, burning really, so he shifts from his usual form to something else—he does not let his thoughts rest too long, only wanting an animal's lack of complicated thought as he dives into the waves. He glides, serpentine, through the surf until he tires of it and beaches himself on a sandbar.

He breathes in cool air and tastes salt on his tongue. His teeth remain razor sharp and they ache.

Quietly, he realizes that he is angry. It glows like an ember in his stomach, stubbornly clinging to heat despite water to quench it.

He hears laughter from the shore, but it comes from light, elvish voices instead of the one he dreads. Someone calls out to him as he shifts and rises back up into his usual form.

The swim back from the sandbar is slower than before, but Findaráto has saved his boots from seawater and Mairon finds his rage replaced by gratitude. He is very glad to not be alone.

"Mairon," Findaráto says, clasping Mairon's arm, all cheer and friendliness. When he steps back, he gestures toward his companion. "Meet my sister, Artanis. She came to take me back to Alqualondë, but I thought I'd introduce you first."

Mairon—stares. The elleth at Fin's side is, frankly, the most beautiful he has ever seen. His eyes roam over her face, her hair—the rumors are true about her hair, silver and gold mingling in perfect harmony, like the dawn of the Trees caught—heat rises in him again when he realizes that he's been silent a beat too long. A flush sears across his cheeks and he hopes neither elf notices.

He forgets the proper gesture to make to her so he holds out his arm the way Fin had to him. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Artanis." His voice comes out smoother than he expected—and better yet, after a brief flash of surprise, Artanis looks pleased as she clasps his arm, returning his gesture of camaraderie. "Your brother has told me much about you."

Artanis slides a wry look at Findaráto. "Clearly he forgot to mention my coming and to extend an invitation to you. Our mother has been wondering who Fin's talented jeweler friend is and—"

"—would like to at least have you over for dinner," Findaráto finishes, laughing. "Which will turn into you staying with us for at least a few days, if you are amenable and if we can tear you away from the Forge for longer than a minute."

Mairon looks at Artanis and thinks of golden leaves and nets of pearls—the project, the draft sketches in his office—but her eyes meet his. Blue as a cloudless sky. He takes a step back, telling himself it wasn't a stumble.

He thinks of refusing—the routine, the order, the work of the Forge, how necessary it is to him, how can he step away from it now—but he looks at Fin and his stunning sister and finds joy flashing in his heart like a sudden flame. "Let me pack a few things and I'll come with you."

[ace-angel-judas]

Yoongi kidnapping Estelle in this au this man can never approach her like a normal human being

Balls were stupid in Yoongi’s opinion, something for humans to show off their wealth and power. They didn’t benefit anyone except the ones in attendance, a stupid power play.

But he was invited as the honourable guest, for the crowning on his cousin, Prince Namjoon, now King Namjoon of the Kim Kingdom.

Yoongi never understood why his uncle married a human, they lived tiny lives compared to those of elvish descent. Yet, his uncle married Namjoon’s mother, the human princess of this kingdom.

“You never look happy,”

The voice had his long, pointed ears flicking. The dark haired boy with brown eyes looked human, but his pointed ears gave away his heritage.

Jungkook was the younger brother of Namjoon, after Namjoon’s mother had passed from illness, Jungkook was born to a common woman. He was an illegitimate child, making his claim to the throne non-existent.

“I don’t like human affairs,” Yoongi yawned, “It’s completely stupid,”

“You don’t like anything,” Jungkook laughed.

Rolling his eyes, Yoongi looked away from his cousin. No one tried to approach him thankfully, he wasn’t known to be kind after all.

“The golden princess of the Park Kingdom has arrived!”

The room fell into silence, even Namjoon stood to attention as the doors to the ball room opened. Men dressed in black armour walked into the room, guiding a young woman.

Yoongi looked up from his champagne glass, human food tasted utterly bland. His eyes landed on the woman, ears perking up and eyes going wide.

She was utterly beautiful.

Wavy golden hair with a gold tiara in her hair, a pale blue dress adoring her figure. Freckles dusted onto pale skin, surrounding sapphire blue eyes.

A bitter taste filled Yoongi’s mouth as Namjoon approached the woman, placing a kiss on her hand and welcoming her. He couldn’t help but glare.

“Princess Estelle, I’d like you to meet my cousin, Prince Yoongi of the elvish kingdom,” Namjoon explained.

She looked at him and Yoongi almost choked.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Prince Yoongi,” She beamed like a ray of sunshine, “I understand the elvish do not attend human gatherings often, thank you for being here,”

“I.. yeah..,” Yoongi hissed out barely.

Estelle simply nodded her head and offered her hand, one which Yoongi slowly accepted. As soon as his fingers slipped around her own, warmth bloomed in his chest and a tingling sensation shot up his arm.

He snatched his hand away, startling both Estelle and Namjoon.

“Fuck..,” Yoongi whispered.

“Is everything alright-“

Yoongi turned, walking off and towards the exist. Namjoon’s jaw was agape, eyes wide.

“Your cousin is very.. interesting,” Estelle smiled politely.

“I am so sorry, he’s not always so.. rude,” Namjoon whispered to her.

Estelle simply pursed her lips, looking at the door the elvish Prince had run through just moments ago.

[elvenstardesign]

Here's a simple copper celtic weave circlet I whipped up earlier.

[wandering-harpist]

Andewyn, the healer.

I tried to play with yellow and blue here, to create a contrast of warm and cold.

The character belongs to Yvycrafts

Check my reels for more details!

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The clothing and jewelry stick close to the character's original wardrobe. Yvy is also the person behind Ayree - more than jewelry who crafts beautiful, delicate jewelry for LARP and everyday wear. Check out her Etsy store if you are interested!

[dhyngetal]

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[moved2024]

Ivy Leaf Diadem

[kingkatsuki]

Hello miss jo your ask game is adorable 💖 Could I jump in with Shigaraki and like one of those fantasy themed weddings, like where everyone shows up in costumes and shit? <33

Shigaraki never saw himself as getting married, finding love was never in the cards for him and he’d come to terms with that. It didn’t matter— until he met you. Suddenly there was someone he truly cared about, someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. It was such an easy proposal— if you could even call it that? Shigaraki had found a ring for you, a simple basic silver band with your favourite gemstone set in the middle. Nothing extravagant or over the top, although he’d argue that you deserved all of that- but there was just something about this band in particular that made him think of you. He could’ve picked any one he liked, but he was drawn to the one. Returning home to you to wordlessly hand you the ring, no box, no packaging, nothing- just dropping it into your open palm. You could argue that Shigaraki never truly felt fear, but the way he felt staring down at you as he awaited your response was the closest he’d felt to fear in a long time. Fear of losing the best thing in his life. Holding the ring back towards him as you gave him a small glare, telling him that if he wants to marry you, he better put it on you properly as he takes the ring back and delicately slips it onto your finger.

The wedding is held in a gorgeous wooded area outside the city, the only sounds are the gentle hum of nature and the string band that you have performing at the event. A flowy dress spills down around your ankles as you walk through the soft grass, an elvish tiara on your head as your hair frames your face, Shigaraki’s costume matching yours perfectly, his long hair accented with plaits to fit the theme as you both stand beneath a flower arch. It’s almost something straight out of a fantasy novel as a stream flows in the background and the few guests you have attending dress up in costume to fit the theme with you. Although Shigaraki could care less as long as he’s with you, so soon after the ceremony is over he’s walking you through the trails of ivy and drooping trees to find a few moments alone with you. Slipping off your shoes so you can feel the grass crunch beneath your feet as he kisses you softly. It’s not long before you’re pulled back to the party, bottles held out to you both as Shigaraki glares at the interruption, but deep down there’s no place he’d rather be.

[ohifonlyx33]

Me, if I were not single, going on Say Yes To the Dress: so I want to look like Cinderella if Jane Austen wrote her and Peter Jackson filmed it... a bit vintage and a bit fantasy with plenty of sparkle and shimmer and softness, but without sacrificing the modesty. And it has to have a very specific elvish sleeve that is a mile long.

The dress i am describing:

But pulled up over the shoulder more like so cut a bit more like this:

But with a bit more of a train trailing in the back and the waistline dropped just a bit lower so it doesn't cut me off at an unflattering place,, and with the neckline raised an inche or two higher.

The sleeves need to be cut off after the first puffy bit or at LEAST before the elbow to attach the hanging sleeve and given a slit in the front for the arms, while still being flowy and open and hanging nearly to the floor... Preferably tapered to a point.

And maybe with a bit more updated fabric choices we could take it from ren faire to cottage core?... or maybe not.

But we could still update the trimming of the dress with some shimmery gauzy lacy bridal fabrics in a lighter white or soft white just to tone it down and modernize it a tiny bit.

Also me: my budget is 95 cents and my Prince Aragorn Darcy is not in existence.

Also i want a cape. Wait, that might not work with a veil. Ooh and a flower crown no a tiara no nevermind thats too much... wait oh wait....

a CIRCLET with a few sparse flowers tucked around and a cape-like veil.

This is a totally normal and achievable dream.

[mmoutfitters]

Hi! Do you know any elven inspired jewelry, specifically circlets, headpieces, and necklaces?

hi! so everything i found is pretty much on tsr. i would recommend looking through their arcane illusions theme :) here is some other stuff i found too!

mmfinds elf princess lookbook elvish queen by elliandra (youtube) sims 4 world of magic pinterest board DanSimsFantasy on tsr

1. poison ivy circlet and necklace by blahberry pancakes (sdom)

2. fennelis circlet by sugar owl (tsr) / macrame necklace by simandy

3. tiara elf cisne by danfantasy sims (tsr) / simple opal necklace by serenity (tsr)

4. elven circlet 01 by tankuz (tsr) / agnete necklace by zeussim

5. celtics circlet by tankuz (tsr) / vintage diamond necklace by elfdor (sdom)

[jazzistolkienfanfics]

Family - Legolas x reader

hi! could you maybe write something using she/her pronouns with prompt 23 from the cute/fluffy section on your list and either Legolas or Aragorn? thank you so much!

@elvish-sky​ i’m gonna do this one with Legolas :)

23. “WHO ATE THE LAST LEMBAS?!” “Y/N .. that was you.” “Oh, right. Fuck.”

Type: Imagine Pairing: Legolas x reader Summary: Y/N, Legolas and Tauriel are as close to family as it gets, though the Prince of Mirkwood and the Princess of Lindon are hiding something from the Captain of the Guard. A pre-LotR AU where Thranduil’s wife and Legolas’s mother, Elerrian, is still alive. Warnings: ‘fuck’ Word Count: 834 words

Y/N squealed as she rounded the corner, her stockinged feet slipping on the smooth tiles. 

She heard the light footfalls of boots chasing after her, and she tried to run even faster.

However, her chaser was incredibly athletic, and a pair of arms seized her around the waist, spinning her around as she screamed with laughter, the arms finally setting her down when she was stumbling from dizziness. 

Y/N turned back towards her ‘captor’, looking at her suitor with the most obnoxious smirk she could muster. “Oh, wow, fancy seeing you here!”

“Give it back, Y/N,” Legolas Thranduilion insisted with a faint smile twitching at the edge of his lips. 

“Give what back?” the Princess of Lindon (an Elvish land in the West) played innocent, looking at Legolas’s extended hand with a well-faked cluelessness. 

“Come on.” He gave her an impressive set of puppy eyes, and she handed over what he was looking for with a flush. 

Even after spending so many years courting him, she still felt like a young elleth around him. Like she was five years old again, peeking around her father’s leg at the cheerful young ellon who waved his hand at her with a goofy grin. 

Legolas took his tiara back, purposefully fitting it over his blonde locks lopsidedly so that the silver leaves and vines fell into his eyes. His hair was completely down today, unusual considering the necessary formalities. 

His blue eyes sparkled with mirth, and she was once again unsurprised at how easily she’d fallen for him. 

“Why aren’t you wearing yours?” he teased. 

“Because I-” Y/N narrowed her e/c eyes. “Give it back, princess.”

Legolas laughed, giving her back her tiara. It was fairly similar to his, but more vibrant: gold vines, with f/c-gold flowers on it. She slipped it on her h/l h/c hair, making sure it was straight, and fixing Legolas’s too.

“You’re late, you know,” he said suddenly, his eyes widening. “We both are.”

“Fuck,” Y/N hissed, realising what he spoke of and starting to run off, but skidding suddenly when Legolas didn’t follow. “What?”

“You ... um, you’re hardly dressed for a picnic with the family,” he pointed out. Y/N looked down at herself and turned red again (honestly, did she ever spend a minute in his presence not blushing?). 

She wore her sleeping slip, a thin f/c fabric that she had never minded Legolas seeing her in, but their entire family ... if she wore only the slip and stockings as she did now ... now that was something she wouldn’t be doing.

“Just-Just give me a second,” she said to Legolas, running back to her room and throwing on a simple corseted dress with light sleeves resting on her forearms. 

A couple minutes later, he stood outside her door, letting him place her arm over his and escorting her to a familiar stretch of green grass. 

Sitting there was their family: King Thranduil, Queen Elerrian, and Tauriel (who Elerrian had practically taken on as her daughter).

“Tauriel!” Y/N cried joyfully, running to embrace her, barely stopping to sit by her side.

“I suppose we are unworthy of a greeting?” Thranduil drawled.

Elerrian slapped his arm. “Shut it. Come on, let’s leave the kids to their thing.”

As she stood, her white gown rippling in the wind, she flashed Y/N a subtle wink that once again made her flush. 

Legolas reached for some berries as Y/N took some lembas, the three of them eating in peaceful silence for a couple minutes.

“So,” Tauriel pursed her lips. “When are you two going to tell me that you’re courting?”

Y/N choked rather aggressively, coughing loudly as Legolas turned roughly the shade of his father’s wine. 

“You’re very obvious,” the redhead pointed out matter-of-factly. “I mean, the longing glances, the practically matching tiaras, I saw you making out in the library once-”

“You saw that?” Legolas practically screamed. 

“Maybe,” Tauriel shrugged. “Come on, guys. I’m family ... right? You can tell me anything.”

Y/N glanced over at Legolas, who took her hand comfortingly, giving her a smile that said ‘I have confidence in you’.

“You’re right - we’re courting,” she explained. 

“Congratulations,” Tauriel said, completely straight-faced. “Pass the lembas?”

Legolas and Y/N stared at each other, before completely bursting out laughing. The h/c-haired girl threw the entire basket at the Captain, who caught it and whipped it back, the bread falling everywhere.

Soon, it was a raging food fight, their laughter rolling off the hills as food flew everywhere. 

They finally called a truce, lying down together with all their hands joined, looking up at the sky. 

Y/N suddenly rolled over, searching for something.

“What are you looking for, love?” Legolas asked.

“Lembas,” Y/N muttered, growing jokingly angry. “WHO ATE THE LAST LEMBAS?!”

“Y/N .. that was you.” Legolas was barely choking back a laugh.

“Oh, right. Fuck.” 

They all laughed again, and Y/N curled into Legolas’s side, letting him wrap his arm around you.

“I love you, Legolas.”

“Love you too, Y/N.” 

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[littlefreya]

Under the Milky Way

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Summary: Henry has been in love with his friend for years. Just hearing her name makes his heart race but he doesn’t know if she feels the same and doesn’t know how to act when he really likes a girl. 

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC

Word count: 1K

Warnings: None. Fluffy and romantic.

A/N: I’m a good Dom and after (and before) giving you all that rough stuff I’m now treating you with some fluff, because boy you’re gonna need it with all that’s coming...  Thanks @agniavateira​ for doing the beta! Masterlist is here. This is roughly inspired by “Under the Milky Way” by The Church. 

Title: Under the Milky Way

He waited so long to finally see her again. Hoping this time he will receive a sign, some gesture, or a hint that will finally shake the earth and give him the assurance that maybe, just maybe she feels the same.

When he saw her tonight his throat went dry, suddenly the simplest words felt complicated and could not seem to form on his tongue. That navy blue maid of honour dress hugs her small form so adoringly as if the fabric itself worships her body. Her hair is half held back by a french braid which circles the back of her head like a small Elvish tiara. Thick, dark waves fall from it, curled at the edge of her lower back. 

He tries to avoid staring at her as she takes her place beside the bride. Not wanting to embarrass himself any more than he already did, but his sight is drawn as if by some magnetic force. In his mind, he wants to kneel before her and bow his head like some knight out of a fairytale, to plead to be in the service of this queen. 

She is looking at her best friend as they stand in the centre of the stage. She clutches a bouquet of white and pink roses against her chest while her eyes shine. She senses someone looking at her. When she glances at the crowd, her eyes fall on him right away. They share a mutual smile and she forces herself to look away.

They have always liked each other, he has always been kind to her.

Sometimes he would touch her as they sat with friends, a feverish stroke, innocent or by mistake, but that would be enough to make her heart flutter like a huge butterfly in the cage of her chest. 

To see him physically hurts sometimes. Especially on a night like this when she is supposed to be happy, yet her heart feels sorrowful.

The ceremony soon ends. The bride and the groom share a loving kiss and she claps her hands with a blissful smile. Their eyes meet again and she can’t help but feel that same chant in her lungs. 

Several drinks later they are on the dance floor, dancing with a group of their friends in a large circle. Henry is outrageous in his dance moves. He self-claims to be the worst dancer to ever walked this earth, which is why his moves consist of dramatic hand gestures meant to be parodic. He thinks it’s funny; he is mainly here to make people laugh.

But these are her type of dance moves and she follows him, doing the same. They perform the overly-dramatic gestures while singing along to the sounds of cheesy rock ballads from the 90s.

Friends begin to move away, looking at them as they’re doing their own little thing while shaking their heads and sighing. It’s been clear for the last 4 years, as obvious as a hit on the head. Yet the only people who seem to be clueless are Henry and her.

Another cheesy song ends and Henry laces his fingers in hers as she laughs drunkenly, throwing her head back as she can’t contain herself. The rhythm suddenly slows down and the soft guitar begins to play Under the Milky Way by The Church.

She calls out how much she loves the song. While still holding her hand, he boldly pulls her against him. She puts her head on his shoulder, her heartbeat accelerate, so much that she is certain he can feel the throb against his taut torso.  

Sometimes when this place gets kind of empty Sound of their breath fades with the light I think about the loveless fascination Under the Milky Way tonight

All eyes are on them as the beat picks up. The dramatic gestures have been reduced to a slow, rhythmic dance that doesn’t necessarily fit the beat of the music. Unaware of how they are supposed to dance or act, they allow themselves to flow naturally. They’re too drunk anyway, their bodies exhausted and running on steam. 

She is crushed against his warm chest, while the classical guitar of the chorus plays. It feels so cosy to be wrapped in the big man’s arms and listen to the music as it plays through his body. The music forces them to depart, or at least she tries, twirling away only to be caught by his hand around her wrist. His eyes are too foggy, his smirk whimsical as he pulls her against him once more.

“Under the milky way tonight…”

He hears her beautiful voice singing along with the words of the song which now just became his favourite song in the whole wide world. He presses his chin against her head, holding her in a moment he wants to have frozen in time. Just him and her, lost in a purple-pink haze of the illusion that he finally told her how he feels and she said she feels the same.

But as soon as the song ends their bodies part.  Embarrassing drunken smiles are exchanged, suddenly their eyes are unable to meet. It’s time to go home, each to drift away to their designated drivers. She kisses him goodbye on the cheek and walks away, holding herself from turning back and running to crush her lips against his.

~*~

Come morning he finds a message on his phone. A friend sends him a video. It’s from the night before, him and her dancing in each other’s arms all alone on the dance floor.

“You two are absolute idiots, everybody knows, just ask her out!”

Swallowing deeply, he looks at his large American Akita that peers at him with a bewildered face.

“What do you say, buddy? Take the chance?”

Kal tilts his head in a question and then barks.

She lies on the bed with the cat on her chest, holding back tears that've been threatening to run down her cheeks for hours. 

When her phone vibrates on the pillow next to her head she sniffles and picks it up to see who messaged her.

“Can I take you on a date tonight, little one?”