#i couldn't help but wonder what Elrond was thinking about there

[peregrintook]

“True creation requires… sacrifice.”

[thethreeeyed-raven]

Hi !!! First I wanna say that I love the aesthetic of ur account it’s so pretty and nicely put together I’m obsessed. Second, I was wondering if I could request something for a Legolas x half elf reader where the reader is very like, unladylike, and doesn’t follow elven traditions ?? Like she’s very brash, flirts with lots of people, drinks a lot, doesn’t really have any of that elegance or poise that he’s used to when it comes to eleven girls and is a extremely good fighter. She’s a trusted friend of Gandalf and he brings her to the council of Elrond and she joins the fellowship and all dat.

Ok I’m done sorry if that’s too detailed feel free to not write it if you don’t want to, don’t want you to feel pressured to jus cause I asked 😅

i think you are beautiful

navigation | warnings : gimlis a little bitch, a little bit of angst? a little bit of gimli/dwarf slander😭 | a/n : if this isn’t what you want then i’m sorry😭, also of the elvish is wrong PLEASE LMK i literally used an sindarin, i kind of forgot about the flirty part and half elf part, but it’s mentioned a little bit, i asp used british slang for ‘hello’ IM BRITISH | lotr masterlist | tags : @knight-of-flowerss @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom

Legolas hadn't expected to see you at Elrond's secret meeting.

He didn't even know you knew Gandalf. Well, he didn't know much about you at all really. Of course, Legolas has seen you before, with the adventures he went on with Aragorn and what not, he was hardly ever seen around Lothlórien, and he was sure you were too.

But when you entered the circle of middle-earth creatures with your eccentric aura and manly stance, he thought of you intriguing.

"Another bloody elf?!" Gimli explained in disgust.

Legolas turned to the dwarf seated beside him, opening his mouth ready to throw a remark back when you interrupted.

"Well you are in the Rivendell, dwarf. If you are willing to help with the destruction of the ring, you must watch your tongue, before I cut it out." You threw him a smirk, and watched as Gimli shrunk back in his seat.

"Y/n! I've been expecting you for quite some time." Gandalf made his way over and enveloped you into a hug, which you reciprocated.

"You did show up in the middle of nowhere when I was trying to fish, you owe me a pint, don't forget."

You patted his back and made you way over to an empty chair, which was ironically beside Legolas.

"Oreyt there Legolas?" You patted his shoulder and look towards Elrond. "Let's get on with it then!"

It had been about a week since you and the fellowship had attended Elrond's secret council meeting, and since then, you hadn't really bonded with anyone like everyone else had, though you thoroughly enjoyed flirting.

You knew Aragorn already had his heart set on Arwen, Gimli couldn't stand you (you found it funny to rile him up).

Legolas was your favourite to tease.

He wasn't used to your heavy drinking, swordsmanship, the way your eyes glistened in the moonlight...

You weren't at all what he had thought.

You had a kind heart. And your beauty went beyond those of the other elven women.

And Gimli made sure to point out that you were different.

"Are you sure you're not a man?"

You turned around to look at him, holding back a frown.

"Wait, you're not a man?" Pippin chimed in, finally causing the frown to appear and you started to walk ahead of Gandalf. "Did I say something wrong?"

Nearly an hour later, you all had found a place to rest, yet you didn't talk throughout the whole way through.

Legolas and Aragorn were relieving themselves of their weapons when Legolas peered over at you who stood in the far corner away from everyone else, but near enough for you to hear him insult Gimli.

"I norn na- an imbecile." He placed his arrows next to his bow and Aragorn turned to look at him.

"Whui ceri- cin eithad Gimli? Does ha gar- something na ceri- with ui/n?" Aragorn questioned him.

"-o iór ha does! How berth- ho ask hen such a nad! At least with ammen galadrim mín know what mín are!"

Gimli looked up at Boromir who wasn't paying any mind to the rather loud conversation they were having.

"What are the elf and the man speaking about?"

Boromir just shrugged. "I don't know, I don't speak Sindarin.

You, having understood their conversation, smiled a little to yourself, happy that at least someone here would defend you.

You sat quietly beside a lake, inspecting the flora surrounding you, when you heard footsteps.

You swung your body round, placing your hand on the blade strapped to your leg.

The sound revealed itself to be Legolas. "There you are, Gandalf sent me to make sure you weren't missing."

You nodded and motioned him to sit next to you.

"You were being rather loud with Aragorn earlier." You chuckled as you watched a red tint spread across Legolas' cheeks. "Thank you."

Legolas nodded in acknowledgment and he was about to stand up when you grabbed ahold of his hand.

Your hand was rough, no doubt from the countless weapons you have wielded or practised with.

"Legolas, do you think I'm pretty?"

He was taken aback by your sudden question.

Since you were little you had struggled with femininity. Your hobbies were 'un-ladylike', your looks were considered to be 'manly'.

The silence was too loud, too long. So you took that as a no.

"I think you are beautiful. And I think you're too good for anyone here." He sat back down next to you. "Not only are your combat skills exceptional, but the way you carry yourself outshines any of the elvish women. They can't compete."

You moved closer, until your pinky was touching his.

"I may not know you that well, I've hardly ever seen you around Rivendell or any of the elven parts for that matter, and quite frankly, I couldn't care less if you were half elf, or half dwarf, or half whatever. I've still admired you from afar-"

You shut him up with a quick kiss to his lips.

Aragorn watched further away from the bushes, shaking his head with a grin, then going to tell Gandalf that you were safe.

"Im like cin verui limb legolas, a im gar- admired cin o palan too."

ELVISH TRANSLATION

‘I norn na- an imbecile’ - the dwarf is an imbecile

‘Whui ceri- cin eithad Gimli?’ - why do you insult Gimli?

‘Does ha gar- something na ceri- with ui/n?’ - does it have something to do with Y/n?

‘-o iór ha does! How berth- ho ask hen such a nad! At least with ammen galadrim mín know what mín are!’ - of course it does! how dare he ask her such a thing! at least with us elves we know what we are!

‘Im like cin verui limb legolas, a im gar- admired cin o palan too’ - i like you very much legolas, and i have admired you from afar too

[sillysistersusi]

Because they loved us so

Fandom: The Silmarillion

Celebrimbor & Elrond

Summary: Elrond and Celebrimbor braid each others hair and talk about the family they have lost.

Celebrimbor laughed as he continued to braid Elrond's hair. "Uncle Maglor did what?"

Elrond wiped a tear away from under his eye, for he had laughed so hard that his eyes had begun to water. "Yes, Maedhros was anything but enthusiastic about it, but in the end even he could not help but grin."

"I really did not think Maglor would be so bad at baking, because he is not bad at cooking at all," Celebrimbor said gently. "Atya was actually marvellous at baking, even if he did not do it often." He fell silent.

Celebrimbor hadn't wanted to talk about Curufin at all. It was the one subject that was taboo in his mind. He almost never spoke of his father anymore, as much as he felt the need to. Not after everything that had happened.

His hands became still in Elrond's hair.

Like every time he thought of his father, Celebrimbor was overcome by this incredible surge of emotion.

His mind always thought briefly of the beautiful moments. How Curufin had taught him how to forge, how he had cuddled him in the evening until he fell asleep or how he had put a protective arm around his shoulders.

But then his thoughts always drifted to another time. A time when his father was under so much pressure to please Fëanor that he only worked and hardly had any time left for his family. Then came the memories of the battles and how his father had sometimes returned covered in blood and just sat there staring at the ground for a while. Once Celebrimbor had gone to Curufin at such a moment, hoping to help him, and Curufin had pressed his face into the side of Celebrimbor's hair and cried. Celebrimbor had never seen his father cry before.

After that came the memories where Curufin was... was different. Meaner. Celebrimbor had decided then to stop blindly trusting and following him.

But to this day, he wondered if that had been the right decision.

"It is all right." said Elrond, who was still sitting with his back to him, obviously to give him some privacy, something Celebrimbor was very grateful for, because as always when he only thought about Curufin, he had started to cry.

Carefully, he leaned against Elrond's shoulder from behind and buried his face in his neck. "Sorry. I- I should have known not to mention him, and now I have ruined everything."

"No, my friend. It is all good. "Elrond gently placed a hand on Celebrimbor's knee. "If you want to talk about it, that is fine. He was your father and you loved him incredibly. And I am sure he loved you too, always."

"I just miss him so much, you know?" Celebrimbor stammered softly and Elrond nodded. He understood all too well. He also missed Maglor and Maedhros. Sometimes, when he lay in bed at night and couldn't sleep, he thought he could hear Maedhros' rough voice saying goodnight and Maglor singing a lullaby. He always fell asleep immediately afterwards, with a smile on his lips and tears in his eyes.

But he also missed Elwing and Eärendil, even if his memories of them were few and hazy, he felt a longing in his chest for them.

"Sometimes I think about whether I could have saved him if I had gone with him," Celebrimbor whispered softly and sniffled. "Maybe it would have been all right then."

But Elrond knew that probably wouldn't have happened. "I have seen the effects of the oath on Maedhros and Maglor. No matter how much Curufin loved you, the pressure of the oath would have destroyed him sooner or later. And I am sure he would have pushed you away before that happened, precisely because he loved you so much."

"But if it is so clearly the truth, why does it hurt so much?" Celebrimbor pressed himself tighter against Elrond, because whenever he felt so helpless, all he wanted was to be surrounded by the warmth of someone he cared about.

"I guess it hurts because you loved him as much as he loved you," Elrond replied softly. He wished he could do more to help his friend.

"I am really sorry for crying all over you." Celebrimbor said quietly and full of shame. He lifted his head slightly.

"As long as you need me, I will be here to catch you, just like you do for me and all our other friends. You cannot always be strong, Tyelpë," Elrond whispered. "I am the last person who would tell you not to cry."

So Celebrimbor pressed his face back into Elrond's neck and wrapped his arms around his waist to press himself even closer to him.

[noirbriar]

What if/ headcanon things

Been running around The Hobbit/LOTR tags for awhile so i'm still learning lore and things. Recently gotten hooked to The Silmarillion side and after thinking about Gondolin Erestor, random thoughts of Feanorian Erestor/ Erestor Caranthirion got me thinking so what ifs: 1) Fili and Kili actually met Maglor and saves him from fading/despair on one of their work trips.Until Erestor, on one of his trips to seek out Elrond's father, finally locates Maglor with their help. Watch the drama unfold later in the Hobbit when Glorfindel&Erestor returns to Imladris to find the vegan feast and the chief councillor's surprise to find the young dwarrow he met are princes. They catch up and talks about Maglor until Erestor notices something off. Like,dear Valar, Lindir, is the kitchen slow today in bringing out the food, why is it all just salads? Quietly with a raised brow in wonder to dear Lord Elrond? They helped your Atya, why are we not being a better host? The rest of the company are now looking at Fili and Kili for answers, with the Great Stare from their uncle. Whereas Bilbo and Gandalf are on the side watching the drama. Glorfindel gets emotional seeing the swords from Gondolin, especially his dear friend's and King's.And the dwarrows are intrigue with the balrog slayer and his mate casually giving pleasantries in Kuzdul though with an old accent. will this change the hobbit's plot? maybe idk

small ficlet for this AU here

2) Elrond sails and upon arrival on the Western shores (after elf-napping his foster father) He is reunited with his parents & Celebrian and spots Maedhros and his brothers and Celebrimbor beyond the docks. Before he can even reach out to his other father, Carathir swoops in and is brokenly asking where is his "lil owlet". Elrond is confused until Maedhros wrangles his emotional brother and clarifies to the stunned group that he meant Erestor. "Oh?Erestor?He is staying for his belated honeymoon.He just bonded and-""WITH WHO??!THE TAPESTRY DIDN'T SHOW THAT!?" "Was a lil impromptu really. But they couldn't wait and Glorfindel-"LAUREFINDIL??" Caranthir and the rest of the Feanorians turn to Glorfindel's side of the family and both side stares.Until Carathir storms off to confirm the tapestries again.

Into the Fourth Age, when the couple finally arrives: Carathir: How could you get married without a family's blessing?! Erestor: Like I could?! Besides I had my cousin!*gestures to Elrond* and my uncle!*gestures to Maglor sneaking away* Carathir: WTF Erestor: Besides, YOU didn't marry with your family's blessing! everyone else:...

Ambarussa: he has a point brother

Carathir: *losing his mind*Laurefindil is too old for you!

Erestor: YOU were too old for amil!

Celegorm: oof

Carathir: *seething and struggling* I can't argue with that why can't I argue with that?? Maedhros: hello Laurefindil, welcome to the family. Glorfindel:...

Ecthelion and Egalmoth meanwhile are laughing their asses off. Elrond and his sons as well.

[elficially-done-with-life]

Safe Place

Pairing: Erestor x Reader (but it is pre-relationship... but they already love each other dearly)

Warnings: talk about attempted s*xual assault (but nothing actually happend)

Summary: After a party in Imladris, the reader flees to Erestor's office after being harassed by others. He would do anything to make her feel better.

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Erestor was just finishing a report when you stormed into his office and closed the door behind you, as if you were afraid someone would follow you.

That was unusual behaviour for you. You'd been an elf helping him out in the library for some time now and for some reason got along with his grim demeanour, and normally you always knocked respectfully on the door and waited for him to invite you in before entering a room.

But you didn't do that this time.

But that wasn't all Erestor found strange. There was a big party going on in Imladris that most young elves like you were looking forward to, and judging by the dress you were wearing, you had been there too. It was embroidered with floral patterns, had wide white sleeves and hugged the wonderful curves of your body close until it ended in ruffles below your knees. Erestor had seen you before the party started and had hurried not to stare at you too much, because he knew that once he had started he couldn't stop.

You were beautiful in that dress, so why did you look like you'd seen a ghost?

"Is everything all right?" he asked in a calm voice. He didn't like the way your body was shaking, so he decided to make his voice sound a little softer.

You started waving your hands around and looked down at the ground. He could practically hear your heart beating. What had happened?

Because even if Erestor pretended to be cold on the outside, he wasn't, especially not with you.

He didn't think you two would actually get together, simply because you were much younger than him and had more happiness for life, but also because you deserved someone better than him, but when you needed something like comfort or someone to listen, he was there. He would always be there.

Erestor stood up slowly so as not to startle you and walked around his desk until he was standing in front of you, leaning on the edge of the desk.

"You can tell me anything."

You looked up and his heart broke as he saw tears running down your beautiful cheeks. "I - I was at the party." You began carefully and Erestor nodded to show you that he was listening.

But then you interrupted yourself and shook your head. "I do not desire to burden you with my problems- I- "You paused.

Erestor swallowed. Had he still not shown you successfully enough that he would always help you?

"Do not worry about it. Please tell me."

"All right," you said slowly and wrapped your arms around yourself. Erestor could practically feel how uncomfortable you were and hoped that it would get better once you had managed to talk about it.

"So," you began, "I was at the party and there were these other elven men. After Arwen snuck off to meet Aragorn in secret, I was standing there alone. That- that was okay! I would not dance with anyone anyway except- "you interrupted yourself. Your eyes travelled briefly up to Erestor and then back down to the floor. "So I decided to leave, but- but they followed me and- " a sob escaped you. More tears rolled down your cheeks and Erestor could only watch as your shoulders shook. "And- and they tried- "You gestured to your body and then pressed a hand over your mouth to stifle your sobs.

Erestor immediately understood what you were getting at and anger rose up inside him. Not at you, but at those ellons! How dare they harass someone as wonderful and kind as you.

He tried to keep his voice calm, but it trembled: "Have they done something to you? Are you hurt?"

You shook your head. "Celebrían must have sensed something was wrong. I- I cannot remember everything clearly, but I think she hit one of them in the face. When Elrond came to her aid, I ran off and... I came here."

"And that is perfectly all right. No matter the time, you are always welcome if you need help or just need someone to talk to." he said gently.

"Thank you." you breathed, but you were still crying.

Slowly, he stepped closer to you and asked softly, "Is there any way I can help you? Do you want a hug or should I take you to your room and keep watch outside the door?"

Erestor knew that he was letting his feelings run free far too visibly, but he couldn't help it when he saw his favourite person in all of Middle-earth and Valinor so sad.

You lifted your gaze and looked at him through your tear-filled eyes before more tears ran down your cheeks and you stretched out your arms to him. He understood immediately and carefully stepped closer to you.

He carefully pulled you to his chest and began to stroke your back and hair as gently as possible. Erestor felt the need to pull you impossibly close and shield you from the world, but after what had happened to you that evening, it was probably better if he touched you gently. After all, he wanted to make you feel better and not worse.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door that made you flinched. Erestor whispered gently: "It is okay, do not worry. I will protect you." Before he said louder, "Come in."

The door opened a crack and Celebrían looked inside. When she saw you in Erestor's arms, a soft smile played around her lips. "I just wanted to see if you were all right," she said softly, "Elrond has thrown them out." She nodded gratefully to Erestor and then said, "I will see you tomorrow, I will leave you two alone now." Then she disappeared again.

"Erestor?" you asked quietly.

"Yes?"

"I - I came here because- because I feel safer with you than I do with anyone else," you admitted quietly.

Erestor felt his heart begin to pound harder at this confession. He liked that you saw him as a safe place.

"You do not need to be afraid anymore," he whispered before hesitantly pressing a kiss to your hair, "I will not leave your side tonight."

[frodolives]

A major thing I feel like a lot of people get wrong about The Lord of the Rings is the whole "Choices of Master Samwise" part. In all discussions I've ever read on it, the chapter is always described along the lines of "Sam, believing Frodo is dead, resolves to take the Ring from him and finish the quest by himself. However, upon learning Frodo is still alive, Sam changes his mind and goes to rescue him." But this is not actually what happens - In reality, Sam makes the choice to abandon the quest and go back to Frodo WHILE STILL BELIEVING FRODO IS DEAD. His loyalty to Frodo is so great he'd literally let Sauron get the Ring in order to protect what he thinks is Frodo's corpse. I seriously feel like a lot of people are undermining the pure insanity of this.

With a dreadful stroke Sam was wakened from his cowering mood. They had seen his master. What would they do? He had heard tales of the Orcs to make the blood run cold. It could not be borne. He sprang up. He flung the Quest and all his decisions away, and fear and doubt with them. He knew now where his place was and had been: at his master's side, though what he could do there was not clear. Back he ran down the steps, down the path towards Frodo.

'How many are there?' he thought. 'Thirty or forty from the tower at least, and a lot more than that from down below, I guess. How many can I kill before they get me? They'll see the flame of the sword, as soon as I draw it, and they'll get me sooner or later. I wonder if any song will ever mention it: how Samwise fell in the High Pass and made a wall of bodies round his master. No, no song. Of course not, for the Ring'll be found, and there'll be no more songs. I can't help it. My place is by Mr. Frodo. They must understand that – Elrond and the Council, and the great Lords and Ladies with all their wisdom. Their plans have gone wrong. I can't be their Ring- bearer. Not without Mr. Frodo.'

I don't know why this particular quote isn't more often brought into conversations about Sam's character, especially in all the debates on why Sam couldn't be Ring-bearer despite this quote basically spelling out why. Sam's most admirable virtue - his loyalty to Frodo - is also his fatal flaw, and I think that makes him a much more interesting character than the often sanitized misconception of him as "the perfect hero."

[marimayscarlett]

Hello, I hope it is an appropriate place to drop my unhinged RKZ thought... Upon rewatching Hobbit, I couldn't help but think that ZK would make a fine Elrond 🥺🤡...just imagining him walking around in those majestic robes, fighting with his sword, speaking unhing...i mean wise words of courage and comfort... Thank you, that's the message, also I hope you will have a wonderful new year! 💫💜

Hi 🧝🏼‍♂️

First of all, I owe you a big apology, since it took me so long to come around to this ask! Truth is, I really like Lord of the Rings, yet haven't watched the movies in ages - so I used this message as an excuse to rewatch at least the first movie before I answer this ask 🤭 (chose LotR to rewatch since I kind of like them more than the Hobbit movies).

And what can I say, after I've fallen head first into my LOTR-phase again: You are so right. Apart from the fact that I absolutely adore Elrond (incidentally one my favourite characters), I definitely see your point.

First of all, Elrond is such a well spoken and attentive person, gives out considered advice, has strong opinions at times and very courageous moments. And he can be so gentle!

(Isildur should've listened to him, that would've solved a lot of ensuing problems)

His fashion sense, regarding robes and armour, is so elegant! It would fit Richard perfectly, since it's sophisticated, flattering and so aesthetically pleasing.

Because since I saw Richard for example in this Roman armor in the Deutschland music video, I'm dying to see him in some LotR/GoT/fantasy armor 🙏🏻

Apart from Hugo Weaving's wonderful portrayal of Elrond, I imagine him looking like this in the books (credits to Rene Gross) - just think about Richard in this fashion! 🤍

And let's not forget Erlond's home, Rivendell. It's so elegant and I can very well imagine Richard wandering through the halls and the gardens:

Or this bedroom, it's so beautiful honestly (let's...let's just ignore Frodo wasting away here, that lad is suffering for three movies/books straigh):

In conclusion: I need a Richard-Lord of the Rings-crossover 👀 Maybe some talented fic writes have some ideas 👀

[aeonianarchives]

No other place i'd rather be than by your side.

A/n: Lindir with Freckles fanfiction, inspired by head canon's from this post and a bit of this post as well both by my fantastic mellon @eunoiaastralwings

Ft: Lindir's Birthday, Estel/Aragorn, Reader is Siblings with Erestor and there father is Caranthir, Protective Reader.

Taglist: @eunoiaastralwings

Pairing: Lindir x gn! Reader

It was well past the hours of the morning, the sun was high, it was a wonderful day, even the birds agreed, as the song drifted threw the window of your room, Your songbird however was still asleep, he looked peaceful, a small content smile on his face.

It was not often, he was allowed days off, and when he was it was mostly because Lord Elrond did not want to see you beg, because you would beg him.

You leaned down to kiss the freckles which dusted over his nose and cheek bones, when you place a kiss to his noise, he groaned, you felt his arm wrap around your waist and pull you into his chest, you lay your head on his shoulder.

"Good Morning nyello" you muttered against the crook of his neck, Lindir hmmed.

"We should get up the day is getting on, Meleth" You said.

"Just a few more minutes" Lindir hmmed, his voice was sweet like honey, and rich like chocolate, you had to confess, you fell for Lindir even harder once you heard his morning voice.

"You may have the few more minutes, but I have a surprise to get ready" you said rolling over and propping yourself up on your arm.

"Whats the surprise" Lindir asked

"I can't tell you the surprise other wise I would ruin the surprise" You said

"Whats the surprise you would ruin if you told me the surprise" Lindir asked, you chuckled and kissed his freckles along his exposed collar bone, you felt him shiver involuntarily beneath you.

"You will find out soon enough Meleth-nin but for now I cannot tell you" You said as you got up, Lindir may though you had begged Elrond for his day off but in reality it was little Estel, who had, he wanted to throw a birthday party for his favorite ellon, and you couldn't do that with Lindir around, so you as his Meleth were tasked with distracting him.

Well Getting up failed as Lindir's arms stayed around your waist, his head now rested on your shoulder.

"I suppose, the others can set it up without me" You said pecking his lips, Lindir smiled, but you grew an even wider one, you picked up the picnic basket you had prepared while he was still asleep.

"It is a wonderful day, even the birds agree with me, why don't we go down to the anduin and have a picnic, in the wild flowers" You said.

"I cannot argue that it is not a wonderful day, and that it would not be enjoyable to sit with you and have a picnic, so why don't we" Lindir said, it did not take the two of you long before you were both dressed properly, Ever since you praised Lindir's freckles he had been less up tight about hiding them with cloths, it was a hot, warm day, and so he was no wearing appropriate clothing, not his winter robes just to hide his freckles.

It was rare for elves to have 'imperfections' but you did not think Lindir's freckles were imperfections, they just added to how cute and adorable you found him, elves could taunt and bully him about it, but they never did it In front of you, they learned that from when Thranduil made fun of Lindir in front of you about his freckles, you broke the kings nose with that punch.

You would punch the Elven King and break his nose if he made fun of Lindir's freckles, even if you caught word, of someone teasing them, the next Elrond knew they were in the healing wing with a broken nose, a cut lip, a black eye, sometime Elrond thought you were secretly Caranthir reembodied or at lest one of the Fëanorian's he even thought you where Fëanor, when you punched Thranduil in the face.

After a short ride, you finally reach the picnic spot, which you scouted out yesterday with the Twins help, you had even packed Lindir's lyre for him.

Lindir found you well prepared to stay here all day, which he did not mind at all, a cool breeze was nice against the hot sun of the day.

You both were enjoying your time so much, you did not realise how late it got, it was not often, you got to spend all day together, when glorfindel came to find you both for the surprise party, which both of you forgot about, he found you in a very embarrassing position.

you had straddled your lover and were pressing kisses to each on of his freckles, praising them at the same time, Lindir's hand was subconsciously on the back of your head while his other hand was on the ground keeping him from falling backwards onto the blanket.

Glorfindel cleared his throat, looking away, a blush of pink dust was over his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

"Lord Elrond, was looking for you both" Glorfindel said, you both followed him back into Imladris were Gildor took the picnic basket and Elladan jumped Lindir, Blindfolding him, as you picked up Estel, the 5 of you lead Lindir to the library, were Arwen told him he could take it off.

All of you knew it was not normal, but Estel wanted to and he did all the research (with Elrond's help) to find out when Lindir's birthday was.

"It was Estel's Idea, I never begged Elrond, I just don't beg" Elrond chuckled, as you set Aragorn down, and took the wine Erestor handed you.

Lindir's birthday was no longer a secret, what was Estel going to uncover next, you and Erestor are siblings and your father is Caranthir, no that secret was to well hidden, as all record said Caranthir had no children.

You snuck up behind Lindir and pressed a Kiss to his neck while the last freckel you had yet to kiss before Glorfindel found you.

"Gi Melin Nyello nin" You whispered in his ear, as you handed him a glass of wine you snached from Glorfindel.

Elvish Translations:

Gi Melin - I love you

Nyello - Singer

Nyello nin - My singer

Meleth - Love

Meleth nin - my love

Elven customs:

In J.R.R Tolkien's legendarium it is stated that elves do not celebrate birthdays.

Head canon's In Fic:

Erestor, Is Caranthir's son

Estel/Aragorn made the elves celebrate at lest some birthdays

Lindir has Freckles

[middleearthpixie]

In Time ~ Chapter Two

Because the first chapter is way short, here is a two-fer!

Summary: Thorin and his nephews arrive in Rivendell

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield/Amara of Rivendell (female OC)

Characters: Thorin, Fili, Kili, Amara, Kenia, Jassin, Valindra, Samblar, Elrond.

Rating: T

Warnings: Some minor chaos

Word Count: 2075

@tschrist1

Amara of Rivendell could only stare at Elrond. "Forgive me, of course, but dwarves? The ones who were here only months ago and in their short stay, drank all of the wine, stole half of the flatware, and used the waterfalls as water rides? Naked? Those dwarves?"

One had to know the Elvenking well to see his wince, and she was one who did. Still, he nodded. "The very same. They were—"

"They?"

"They. Thorin Oakenshield and his two nephews. All were seriously wounded at the Battle of the Five Armies and while Lothlórien would be more suited for caring for them, they had their hands full with Galadriel and so they will be under our care." His expression grew stern. "And I do mean for you to truly care for them."

She stared at him. "Are you suggesting I would do anything less?"

"No. But make it clear to Kenia and Valindra that they are also to follow your lead." Elrond glanced about the tranquil healing room. "I do not think we will be inundated with dwarves at first, but they will most likely arrive at some point. Thorin Oakenshield is their king and they hold him in high regard."

She nodded. She remembered the dwarf king from his previous visit to Rivendell. Unlike his compatriots, he was far more serious, far less prone to tomfoolery. He rarely smiled and often brooded and she'd had to scold Kenia for nearly spilling a vat full of valerian sleeping draught because she'd gotten distracted staring at him. Of course, she didn't exactly fault Kenia. The dwarf was very handsome, with a tangle of long, wavy dark hair streaked with silver, and eyes a shade of blue she'd never seen before. Like the other dwarves, he sported a beard as well, although curiously enough, his was nowhere near as long as the beards of his kin. She didn't know much about dwarves, but she did know they took great pride in the length of their beards, so she couldn't help but wonder the reason behind his being so much shorter.

"When will they arrive?"

"Shortly." Elrond's expression grew grim, far more so than she'd seen in a long time. "And you should prepare the others. From what I understand, they are all three wounded very seriously. They would have been mortally wounded, had Tauriel not been there with kingsfoil."

Amara nodded slowly. She'd seen and healed plenty of battle wounds. "Impalement?"

"All three. Two through the front, one through the back."

"Very well. We will be ready."

He bobbed his head and turned to take his leave. She waited a beat, then clapped her hands.  "Kenia! Valindra! Come here, please."

Her two assistants swept into the room. They were sisters, both tall and elegant, with eyed the color of fresh honey.The only difference between them was their long hair, with Kenia's being dark red and Valindra's honey-gold hair.

"What did you need us for?" Kenia asked.

"We are taking in three wounded dwarves, felled at the Battle of the Five Armies."

Valindra's nose wrinkled. "Dwarves? Does Lord Elrond know?"

"Who do you think told me?" Amara asked mildly. It was difficult to fault Valindra for her reaction, as elves and dwarves did not necessarily get along with one another.There was a natural distrust dwarves had for anyone not dwarvish, while elves found dwarves to be rude and boisterous, with bawdy senses of humor and no sense of decorum. She still remembered the sight of the naked dwarves splashing in the fountains. It was a sight one did not forget easily.

Kenia, however, didn't seem quite so put out. "Erebor dwarves or Iron Hill ones?"

"Erebor. And you are to take care, Kenia. I do not wish a repeat of what happened with the valerian."

A rosy flush swept along Kenia's high cheekbones. "It was an accident, Amara."

"I understand, but your accident cost us half of our valerian store for the winter. You are only lucky we needed so little." She crossed the spacious healing room, which opened onto a wide, white marble and gold terrace overlooking one of the many of Rivendell's courtyards. A gentle breeze, laden with the sweet scent of lavender, wafted through. "The dwarves are Durin's Folk, Kenia. Kili, Fili, and Thorin Oakenshield."

As Amara expected, Kenia perked up at the sound of Thorin's name. "He is the handsome one, is he not?"

"From what I understand," Valindra said as she picked up a folded linen sheet and slowly unfolded it to make up a fresh bed for one of their expected arrivals, "they are all three handsome. Two are dark, one is blond, and I can never recall which is which."

Amara sighed. "Fili is the blond one. And you are both to keep your distance unless you are assisting me. They are patients, they are not sides of beef to be eyed up by either of you. If you cannot remember that, you will not be permitted anywhere near them or this chamber for the duration of their stay here."

Both sisters looked properly chagrined, saying, "Yes, Amara," at the same time as they continued preparing the beds.

"Good." She moved to the tall white cabinet, where she kept the basic supplies—bandages, gauze, needles and thread—anything that she might need to treat emergent patients. Impalements could be messy, especially if the tool with which one had been impaled had been removed. Elrond had not said, but she assumed that the wounds were inflicted with either sword or knife, and that said blade did not remain in any man's body.

Although blood normally didn't trouble her, her stomach still clenched a bit as she heard the sounds of approaching elves. They hurried toward the Healing Room and when the first group rounded the corner, she gestured to the bed Kenia had made up. "Thorin here, Fili in the middle, Kili on the end," she directed briskly, clapping her hands once more. "Kenia, Valindra, we need Jassin and Samblar as well! Hurry!"

Kenia skirted the attendants bearing Thorin Oakenshield and Amara scowled as Kenia paused to gaze down on him. "Kenia!"

Kenia blushed and rushed to the next room to round up the other assistants while Amara waited for Oakenshield to be placed on the bed. He was wrapped in linens, stained scarlet from his blood. He left a narrow trail of blood spatter across the white floor, up and over the white sheets, and when they set him down, he made no sound. His face was waxen white, eyes closed, hands limp on his chest.

She took a large knife and deftly cut away the mail he wore. It slipped to the floor with a soft chinking sound, which she ignored as she gripped the bottom of his blood-soaked tunic and slit it from hem to neck.

Blood spattered against her white gown, but she paid it no mind as she bent over the dwarf king. Tauriel the Wood Elf had done a fine job of packing off two ugly, jagged slices with kingsfoil and linen and Amara carefully removed the packing from the upper one first.

"Ahhhh!" Oakenshield let out a roar of pain, trembling as the wound gushed fresh. Amara looked over at Jassin. "Needle and silk, please."

"Of course."

The second dwarf was carried in next. Amara looked up long enough to say, "In the middle," then bent over Oakenshield once more. "I need that needle and thread!"

Jassin hurried over with both. "I beg your pardon, Amara, but the needles had slipped to the back of the drawer."

"Go assess that one," she nodded toward the blond dwarf, who'd been gently placed face down, a large scarlet stain drenching the back of his tunic. "And get Kenia to work on him."

"Yes, Amara."

She threaded the needle and set it atop a sterile cloth, then picked up the ewer of sterilized water to flush out the wound. Oakenshield stiffened, moaned low in his throat, and muttered something unintelligible.

"Shhh..." she told him gently. "It will be all right. I know it hurts, and I will give you something for the pain as soon as I am able. Now, lie still."

He still trembled, but as she probed the wound, and then began sewing, he made not a sound nor moved a muscle. As she stitched, she whispered the words of an ancient elven healing chant and as she finished the inner layer, reached over to the small jar on her left. Powered kingsfoil, which had such powerful healing qualities, only a few were trained to use it.

The lower wound was far worse, and the heat wafted from Oakenshield's body as she unpacked, flushed, sewed, sprinkled, and closed that as well. She watched as Kenia and Valindra did all but reach for the powder. They were prohibited from it, and Amara waited until each was almost finish with their interior stitches before moving away from Oakenshield.

To Jassin, she said, "Bind his wounds with linen strips soaked in valerian and kingsfoil. I will return in but a moment and when I do, you can move onto the others."

Jassin bobbed his head and moved to dip the linen in the mixture, while she came around behind Kenia, the jar of powdered kingsfoil in her hand. "Those stitches look lovely, Kenia," she said softly, reaching into the jar for a pinch of powder to sprinkle into the wound in Fili's back. "Did you see if he retains motor function?"

Kenia nodded. "He should, yes. He responded to the stimulus."

"Good. Close the wound, and Jassin knows what to do from there."

"Of course, Amara."

Amara smiled, approaching Valindra. "Lovely. You've both done a fine job." She dusted the would in Kili's chest with powder. "Close him and let Jassin bind him."

"I will."

"And when they are all finished, go and get cleaned up. I will sit with them for now." Amara didn't wait for a response, but skirted the beds to return to Oakenshield. He was still so terribly pale, and still. But, heat wafted from him, so she knew he lived. He ran a fever, but that was to be expected. The important thing for now was that he survived the journey from Ravenhill to Rivendell, and then survived being put back together. She would treat the fever with feverfew once he regained consciousness, for not being able to asses his speech or movements meant she ran the risk of poisoning him with the feverfew. In the meantime, she poured clean water into a  delicate basin of translucent blue china, and dipped a square of linen into it. She wrung it out and set to work wiping the remaining blood from his forehead and his face. He bore a large cut across the right side of his forehead, but it wasn't deep enough to require stitching.

Once she'd cleaned away the blood, she rinsed the cloth, then the basin, and refilled it with fresh cool water. With a fresh strip of linen, she soaked it, then carefully laid it across his forehead to help bring down his temperature.

From there, she went to check on Fili and Kili. Fili also ran a fever, but Kili rested peacefully. She kept all three of them in the main Healing Room, since her own chambers were only off to the side and she could be there in a hurry if need be. For this evening, she would have Valindra and Kenia take the first watch over them, with Jassin nearby if they needed him. Of her four assistants, he was the one she tried to convince Elrond to elevate to Healer status alongside her. He was a brilliant student and good with every soul who passed through the Healing Room, but Elrond was hesitant because he was so young.

She would sit with the Durin boys through the night, and Jassin would relieve her at dawn. It would be a long night, and although all three men were stable for now, she'd seen similar wounds develop serious complications in the blink of an eye.

So, she went to wash and to get something to eat. Normally, she dined with the others, but not this night. This night, she didn't wish to be too far away, in case even Jassin needed her. The Durin boys had been through the wringer and she would just feel better if she was close by.

[idjitlili]

Oh no, all the hobbits Aragorn.

Aragorn x reader.

Request for Thatfoolishhuman 'I would love an Aragorn imagine! Could you do one where the Mc is a healer (like, she can make wounds disappear with her hands.) and she patches Aragorn up after a battle and he falls in love with how gentle she is.'

Summary: Imagine being apart of the fellowship, being Gandalf's niece , you learn some stuff from him whether he liked it or not. Basically following the fellowship in secret from Rivendell, until you slipped up.

A/n: Arwen and Aragorn aren't together in this imagine, he still grew up with Elrond. A pitch is a piggyback ride it's the original name for it. Totally didn’t make a meme for this

Word count:2253

Warnings: I'm British, so spelling for certain words differs, such as grey, colour, among other words, don't be mad please.

Growing up around a wizard, especially Gandalf the grey, you learnt a lot. He just left books laying around, books full of spells. Of course Gandalf wasn't really related to you, but he might as well have been. Your parents travelled a lot, so you ended up being around Gandalf most of your childhood.

Gandalf had taught you some basic spells, nothing major, healing spells mostly, children are clumsy. It was no secret your parents didn't like you running through the forests, saying it was too dangerous , general protectiveness, you guess. Many times they proved that they were right, many times you had fallen into traps left for animals. You would've probably bled out, if it wasn't for Gandalf.

Still living with your parents, no longer a child, not knowing what you wanted to do, you parents wanted you to go work in the local bakery, not wanting you to travel around like they did, dangerous times with black riders frequently on the road and such. But of course you didn't want a simple life.

Again your parents had left on business, this time you didn't go to Gandalf's house, you had maybe listened in, when going to visit Frodo , only to see Samwise Gamgee listening under the window. You know how it goes, Gandalf caught him, not you.

You ended up following Frodo, Sam , Merry and Pippin. Life is boring, might as well take a risk, you longed for adventure, like the mister Bilbo. 

Surprisingly the elves had not even noticed you at Rivendell, actually not surprising Gandalf had brought you there many times, so they probably thought you were with him. You had waited in the trees outside Rivendell's gates, for them. 

You hadn't know what was actually going on , or whether there would actually be a quest, but to your lucky there was. Not really lucky for Boromir though... soon enough Frodo and Gandalf had emerged along with 7 others.

You weren't noticed for a long time considering, Frodo's fault completely, when Frodo had fallen down the mountain in the snow, you had been hiding not so great in the snow, and of course Frodo landed facing you. While Aragorn had rushed back to Frodo, Frodo's face was laced with confusion as he stared at you.

"Y/n...?" Frodo had stood up, not realising he had dropped the ring, you rising with your backpack and coat one, with the snow littering your hair.  Aragorn had just stared too moving towards Frodo, carefully, the others travelling down to see what was going on.

"Oh, Frodo!  What are you doing here? I was just out to get some milk for my dinner." Standing calf deep in snow, freezing, yet your facing burning with embarrassment.

"I was wondering when you'd reveal yourself." Gandalf chuckling , of course he knew you were there, but what you didn't know was that Gollum had been not even three feet away from you..  Gandalf had turned back grabbing the ring from Boromir and launching it at Frodo, like he was Michael Jordan.

"Gandalf who is this?" Gimli of all of the fellowship had questioned you, he wasn't afraid to speak his mind.

"Y/n is my niece , now come along we don't have all day."

Thus, you were no longer a stalker , but part of the fellowship. Time had passed and you had lost your uncle, but it didn't feel right, you couldn't process his death, so you pretended he just slipped on some bread and was at home resting.

Soon enough you were all heading for Lothlórien, without realising it, you had stayed close to Legolas at this moment, mostly to bug him.

"If elves are so great, then how didn't you notice me? For all you know I could've been watching you pee, I wasn't but I could've been.  While you was sleeping I could've chopped your hair off and made a wig. Why do you look like your are apart of a dance routine? Why do you float? How does it feel to have a dick for a father?" Rambling on , you are surprised that Legolas doesn't whoop you, he could've, you wouldn't have been able to do much, you aren't the best person at defence.

You couldn't tell if you was annoying Legolas or not, but Gimli had kept smirking your way, as he stomped through the forest.

"Hey, Legolas? "

"Yes, y/n?" Legolas had sighed , he much preferred Gimli antics.

"Can I have a pitch?" But he had just stared at you, frowning, huffing you had walking around Legolas so you was next to Aragorn. Only for your ankle to roll, making you fall into Aragorn, it didn't necessarily hurt but. Aragorn had grabbed you and placed you back onto your feet.

"Um, Aragorn? You know you much better that Legolas..? Can I have a pitch?" You were undoubtedly attracted Aragorn, come on, he looks like a God. Fuck Thor. He didn't even answer just knelt down, allowing you to grip around his neck, and grab your calf's. Carrying on walking with ease.

Raising your eyebrows and smirking at Legolas behind you, he just never showed any emotion, except in that scene with Haldir , where he just smirks creepily in the background.

You weren't particularly close to anyone in the fellowship other than Frodo and Sam. But when Boromir died, yes it was sad, but where did the hobbits go? You had stayed close to Aragorn as he fought down the Uruk-hai as you hid in a tree. Before lifting you down, rushing to dying Boromir.

"They took the little ones,"

"Be still."

"Frodo! Where is Frodo?"

"I let Frodo go."

"Then you did what I could not. I tried to take the Ring from him."

Kneeling next to Boromir, "The hobbits Aragorn, but we shall get them back." Boromir was too far gone to be saved, the wrong brother died sadly. Boromir eyes had met yours once more , as he smiled , before he finished his speech to his king.

After Boromir was sent home, the fellowship was down to just four, rushing after Merry and Pippin.  "We must hurry! The hobbits Aragorn!" Five minutes of running , and you were already getting a stitch.  This was no time for jokes.

Soon enough Gandalf was alive, and Aragorn was dead, as Théoden had lead you all to helms deep. You had seen Eowyn, oh how heartbroken she was after she found out Aragorn was dead, that bitch knew him for what five minutes, she was already grinding up on him.

You were witch, she was a princess, obviously Aragorn was going to prefer her. Soon enough Aragorn practically marching into helms deep, injured but alive , what's with all the faked deaths.

After Aragorn had done his big speech and everyone had left to get ready for war, you had stayed behind obviously, you didn't want to confront him in front of everyone. "Uh, Aragorn?" You were unsure of yourself, honestly, you can't have a crush on a king. You swear kings have bad hair, lucky Aragorn didn't , look at the British royal family.. now that's embarrassing.

Aragorn had turned Aragorn to face you, waiting for you to speak, he definitely didn't fall from heaven, the Valar decided to test him by shoving him off a cliff.

"Um, I was wondering if I c-could help with those wounds, um, I didn't know if you needed help?" You were sure that your face was probably flushed red, it would be surprising if he could even understand you , as you stumbled over your own words.

Aragorn had nodded , before sitting down near by.  Grabbing the king foil out of your bag , along with other healing herbs, Aragorn had removed his jacket and undone some of the buttons on his tunic. Bringing a stool in front of Aragorn for you to sit.  You weren't about to chew up the kings foil,  tearing it up before trying to gently apply it to the huge gash across his chest.

A small groan had emerged from his lips as you had placed a piece kings foil to the gash too harshly. "Sorry." Looking into Aragorn's bright eyes , for a spilt second before going back to gently placing the kings foil. Aragorn stops you , by grabbing your wrist , not with force, making you look back up at him.

"Do not be sorry, I just fell off a cliff, I've been through worse." A smile reassuring smile plant on his face, but you can only think what is worse than falling off a cliff.

"Okay, sorry, I mean I'm not sorry, you are very intelligent or a king, there's warg! Let's go fight our enemy on the edge of a cliff. Um, actually that's embarrassing because I fell down a well because a owl scared me, I was stuck down there for hours, and then Gandalf found me and used a bucket to get me out. I had to sit in the bucket while he pulled it up."

Aragorn had let go of your wrist , allowing you to continue as you spoke, "you have not changed."

"Pardon?" Aragorn was smiling down at you as your eyebrows scrunched together.

" Last week I saw leaf , hit you in the back of your neck, you jumped three feet in the air." Your face flushed again, as you tried to contain a smile, as Aragorn laughed at you.

"I did not, that was not a leaf, it was a snake!"

"A green round snake, I believe you , y/n" you had stopped applying the kings foil, to put your head between your nerves , to hide your face in embarrassment . "It was a deformed snake."

"Last month, you skidded in mud and fell flat on your back, when Legolas put his hand on your shoulder briefly. Or when you kicked Boromir's cock when he was try-" sitting back up to look at Aragorn.

"You are right, next time it will be you that I will kick." Aragorn could not have shut his legs quicker, making you laugh at him, "I'll have to start wearing a shield."

"Never know when I'll strike, your balls are going to be deformed." Aragorn had gasped at you, as you brought your hand other his wound beginning to heal him as you chanted quietly.

"Such foul language, Gandalf would not approve." Looking up to Aragorn with a small smile, placing your other hand on his shoulder softly, to stop him from moving.  Really the healing didn't take very long, the cut left a blood stain though.  "Stay there," (or you get unprofessional neutering.) Grabbing the water pouch from your bag, and piece of cloth.

Before returning to sit in front of Aragorn with the damp cloth, wiping off the dried blood gently.  You couldn't help but feel like you had done something good today, you got to heal ,clean an very attractive man stopping his wound from getting infected and him dying. 

Plus,he's Aragorn, who wouldn't want to touch his chest.   As you finished, you had look down for your pouch, only to see how blood his hands were. Lifting his hand up to examine it, no way you were a doctor. " How have you not gotten infection? All that Orc blood going into your open wounds." Again having to heal all the  little cuts and slices on his hands.

It was no secret to Aragorn that he had developed a like for you, from the moment Frodo saw you sticking out in the snow like a mole heap.

“Tis the best you are going to be, after this battle you will covered again. Legolas probably glide through here, any minute asking where his beloved is.” Both of you standing up, grabbing your bag, you had leant up to press a kiss to Aragorns cheek, before turning away to head to where the woman and children were, Gandalf’s orders.

Aragorn had stopped you again, by the shoulder, causing you to turn back around. “Y/n, thank you. May I ask for something else?” Aragorns eyes looking into your e/c ones

softly, you had nodded. “Would you accept me courtship?” You had just pressed your lips slow onto his before pulling away.

The door was quickly opened “ARAGORN!” Legolas glided into the room, rushing towards you and Aragorn. Sighing “your beloved is here,” Legolas was stood between both of you, you had to walk around him, to wrap your arms around Aragorn,briefly embracing, before pulling away.

Legolas just stared, “I’m not hugging you too, leg a less, that’s what your name would be if you had no legs, because your legs aragorn”

[jacobseedz]

Wrong - Thranduil x reader

requested by; @lucacangettathisass (sorry, luv, for making you wait for so long, but as i told you tumblr ruined everything ;_; hope you like it, i tried my best! *insert smiling face emoji*) 

summary; you’re quite younger than Thranduil, many say you only use him for his money, power and throne. 

sindarin in italics -> translated at the bottom

You were a quite young elleth, but mature in every other way. Your family was not royal, known or rich. Many people, elves, dwarves and other creatures only knew you from your work. Like making new robes, sewing, painting or even teaching elflings. 

 Once you were working on a new robe for Lord Elrond, when King Thranduil came into your chambers in Rivendell, saying he needed a new robe. It was the most awkward moment in your life, but definitely worth it as after some months of talking, drinking wine, you from friends became something much more. Of course your love blossomed so you decided to move into Mirkwood, staying within his Kingdom. It was an adventure to say the least. You, the lover of the King, nobody knew you, they give you questioning glances, but made way for their King nonetheless. You haven't stopped working, at times even helping Thranduils people. They all appreciated the extra help, and many grew fond of you. 

 On a special night, your anniversary, you asked to see his whole face.

 "No, Meleth, I do not want you to hate me." he said calmly, but his heart was beating like he just ran a marathon. 

 The only thing he was afraid of after his wife's death is your leave. You'd have nightmares, you'd look at him like he was a disgusting orc. However, you loved him too much, so you whispered sweet nothings into his pointed ear, assuring him you wouldn't ever leave him. It was quite strange to see two tears drop into his knees, but he showed you what the dragon did. 

After he turned your way he gasped, not understanding why you were still there, with him. You just smiled and wrapped your arms tightly around him.

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Today was no other day like before. It was the meeting of the Kings. Thranduil was to arrive in Dale to discuss important stuff. The dwarf King, Thorin Oakenshield, survived the battle, giving Azog a brutal death. He took over the Lonely Mountain, many dwarves came back from far lands to their rightful home.

All three kings came to an agreement, that didn't mean they liked each other, but they did sometimes give each other good advice. Like a King to another King. Simple as that.

Thorin once saw you with Thranduil and instantly fell in love. He envied the Elven King for stealing your heart, though that haven't stopped him from trying to get you. 

"Thranduil, you must be careful, that she elf of yours must not be trusted." thorin warned, lowering his gaze to the other King that stilled.

"And do tell me, why is that?" he asked, walking again.

Thorin let out a quiet growl, not liking what he was about to say next.

"It's in her eyes, your throne, your power, your money. As you told me once, she came from a poor family, what do you expect then?" he breathed out, trying to sound genuine. 

Thranduil's brows furrowed, not knowing if he's lying or telling the truth. But why would he lie? Thranduil knew Thorin longer than you and every advice given to him was true, so maybe he is right... 

"Where is Bard, I don't have all day." he changed the subject, quite uncomfortable. 

The dwarf King knew he struck a spot, the Elf is considering his words. Oh how wonderful, Y/N will finally be his, that's all Thorin wanted. 

When Bard arrived, everything went back to normal. Thranduil traveled back to Mirkwood, where Legolas, his only son awaited him.

"Mae g'ovannen, Adar. I am glad to see you." Legolas smiled. 

Their father - son bond was renewed. Occasionally they trained together, went riding or got rid of the nasty creatures living in the woods. They both were happy, well, Legolas only disliked you, he'd like you to leave them alone. Only his mother was meant to be with Thranduil and no one else. 

So the only thing he could think of was lying about you, one would've thought Thorin agreed with Legolas on this, though they both hadn't planned destroying Thranduils relationship. The Prince bribed his fathers most trusted adviser and member of the council, to make the King banish Y/N from Mirkwood, forever. 

"Ah, Ionneg, how did your training go?" he asked casually, nodding to his people. 

"Very well, but there is one matter I would like to talk over." Legolas said, his cheerful tone changing to a cold one.

The Elven King had enough of talking, but seeing his son's gaze it must've been something serious. He eventually led Legolas to his chambers. 

Taking a deep breath, he started, "... you know, we all worry about you and want what's best. On the other hand we cannot do that with Y/N by your side," that got Thranduils attention, Legolas tried to contain his smirk.

"Landion saw her sitting on your throne, laughing ominously , like a witch that just seduced her victim. Y/N was talking about you, about taking your throne and kingdom. Ada, you can't let her." he pleaded, obviously that made Thranduil believe him.

His golden hair flew in the air, as he turned around. His icy blue eyes, piercing Legolas'. The Elf couldn't possibly think of you doing such thing. He saw the love, adoration in your eyes. Thranduil's hands trembled, his breathing hard. Closing his eyes he breathed out a 'ego', Legolas leaving right after. He was so lost.

Help me Valar...  

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Later that day you came to your shared chambers, finished with today's work you were ready to relax. Walking in the dark room the only light came from the balcony and fire. Although you heard Thranduil you didn't say anything, thinking he was asleep.

"Y/N." said a raspy voice.

Thranduil sat on the love seat, near the fireplace. He held a glass of Dorwinion wine, right from Rivendell. Elves couldn't easily get intoxicated, especially Thranduil, as if he was alcohol-proof.

Taking a step forward, you replied, "Yes, my love?". Putting a hand on his shoulder you felt him tense up. For the first time in your relationship, your touch hadn't soothed him, quite the opposite.

He scoffed, ".. My love, tell me what were you doing in MY throne room?" he emphasized 'my'. 

Confused and tired, that was all you felt.

"Thranduil, I have been at work all day, what are you talking about?" he scoffed yet again, not pushing your hand off of him. He just rejected you and you don't know how to feel about that.

"Stop acting dumb. Legolas told me about your little scene. I'm not that thick as you thought. Get out of here, you witch." he spat, throwing the glass of wine onto the wall.

You shrieked, frightened of his odd behavior. The glass shattered, wine spilled on the perfect Elf-designed floor. Thranduil stood, towering over you. His icy glare did not soften, even watching your tears stained face. It only made more furious. 

"EGO MILBO ORCH!" that struck a nerve.

Your hand made contact with his cheek, the sound echoing in the room. It was quiet for a moment, before he said, "Get out of my Kingdom and never come back, witch." 

With that you left, tears streaming down your face, blurring your vision. Taking nothing you ran as fast as you could, just to be behind those gates, in the fate of the evil creatures guarding the woods.

The trip to Rivendell took you at least four days, fortunately you were a skilled hunter, so with a pained expression you ate a small bunny, fox or bird. On your way out of Mirkwood you haven't crossed roads with those nasty, six legged demons, you doubted you'd survive.

Lord Elrond was your regular customer, only letting you make his robes. Hearing the sad news from you, broke his heart. Not only did he give you food, but a place to live. Oh, how grateful you were, nearly squishing him in the tight embrace.

"My dear child, do not fear, for you love shall win over the dark. It just takes time to realize that." he said softly, rubbing your back as you sobbed.

"Th..thank you, Lord Elrond, for all of this." you rubbed your eyes, giving a weak smile.

Moving away from you, he whispered something you could not hear. All day you snuggled under the covers, trying to forget Thranduil and what he said, although your heart was still beating for him and always will.

A knock woke you up, yawning you stretched. Scrambling to the door, you opened it to face none other than Thorin Oakenshield himself. That was confusing, what was the Dwarf-King doing at your door...

"Good evening, my lady. I hope I do not impose?" he quirked his brow, a small blush on his cheeks though the massive beard made it nearly impossible to see. 

"Your highness, of course not, but what brings you to my chambers?"

He chuckled, embarrassed. "It is a fine evening, how about a walk, if you don't mind?" Thorin avoided your gaze. Sighting you tangled your arms together and wandered off.

Walking along the forest, a small lake found its way into your view. Awing, you let go of Thorin. The lake perfectly reflected the whole moon tonight. It was breathtaking.

 "Y/N, I wanted to tell you something for a while..." Thorin said, playing with his fingers from all the nerves. 

Not turning your attention, he continued, "The first time I saw you, i thought 'what an angel, i want her,' but I've never got the chance to talk with you, as you'd stay by Thranduils side-"

 "First of all, King Thorin," she spat, narrowing her eyes, now looking at him. "I am not some object you can possess, I also have feelings, but unfortunately I do not reciprocate yours. My love for Thranduil is strong and everlasting. You are not the first and last to hear this." you huffed, running back to your chambers, leaving a crushed Thorin.

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Thranduil paced back and forth, Legolas told him everything after seeing his father heartbroken for some time. He didn't want that for him, it was selfish of him. The adviser that was paid to insult Y/N was no longer wanted in Mirkwood.

The Elven King was red from the anger, however he felt sorry for Legolas, understanding him in a way. And oh how bad he feels for his outburst, for saying the worst thing to you. It broke his heart into million pieces. 

Now, riding on his giant Elk, with five guards  galloping on their mares beside him, they were headed to Rivendell, for their future Queen and Thraduils love. 

You were siting on a branch of the largest tree in Rivendell, though at first it was difficult now you felt more confident. Observing the world from atop, you saw something moving, when it got closer you saw who that was. 

Groaning you still watched, of course Thranduil wants to insult you again, but you doubt he'd make an effort to travel from Mirkwood to Rivendell just for you. That was ridiculous. 

The King disappeared from your view, your heart was hammering, you missed him so much it hurt. Then again he popped up, now nearing the tree you were on. 

Dismounting the giant Elk, he looked up at you, with a frown. 

“Meleth nin, please, come down!” he shouted, worried of you falling. 

When he heard nothing, but still seeing you sitting there, watching his every move with those big, beautiful eyes, he tried again. 

“Y/N, I’m terribly sorry! Gi melin, my stars, my moon, my whole world!” 

“Nin gwerianneg.” you responded, tears pricking the corner of your eyes. You saw him holding his own tears. 

Choosing to climb down you slowly and carefully pick each step. At last, your bare feet touched the wet grass. You felt Thranduils arms around you, holding tightly and never letting go.

“Forgive me, Y/N. I listened others and not my heart, but now that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, travel with you to Valinor. I want you to be my Queen.” he finished, breathing in the scent of your hair. He let himself cry, even in the presence of his guards. 

“I love you too, Thranduil, so so much. Never doubt it.”

He smiled, “I will never.”

You became the Queen of Mirkwood, and a friend to Legolas. He wasn't jealous anymore, more happy for his fathers joy. The people adored you too. 

A year later a new elfling came to the world, that day did not go without a celebration. 

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Ionneg - son 

Ego - go

Gi melin - i love you

Nin gwerianneg - you betrayed me

Ego milbo orch - go kiss an orc

Mae g'ovannen, Adar - well met (basically ‘hello’), father

Meleth - love (as in ‘my love, darling’ etc)

Ada - dad, daddy (yikes the daddy word is nasty now)

OMG i hope its okay??