#lord of the rings angst

[thewulf]

Let Me Help You || Legolas

Summary: Request - hiyaa, i dont really have a specific request but could you do something along the lines of reader hiding an injury from legolas and ofc he notices and takes care of her!❤️‍🩹

A/N: As always, thank you so much for the requests. You keep me inspired and wanting to write more and more and more! Hope you enjoy my favorite price!

Pairing: Legolas x Female Reader

Word Count: 3.5k +

TW: Insecurity, angsty, fluffy

You had killed thousands of spiders in the years of them slowly encroaching on Mirkwood. It was no longer a task but an annoyance to go out and take care of a nest. The only problem was the annoyance made you careless. You’d gotten a bit overconfident in it all. In the years you had been fighting them back not one had even come close to hurting you. Until today.

You were focused on a larger spider playing with it instead of just killing it, your first mistake. The second was ignoring the creeping spider on your right thinking you had more time than you really did. When you felt the stinging sensation of the spider jabbing its poison into you, you spun around and killed it instantly. Hissing in more pain than you could have imagined you ignored it and continued to eliminate as many spiders as you could. You would be fine. You would just have to head straight to a healer once you make it back to the city. Spiders poison did not work fast enough to kill you, only make you delirious.

Tauriel gave you a quick look when she saw you walking weirdly, favoring the side that had not been stung, “Is something the matter Y/N?” She pulled you back and asked once she ordered all the guard back to the castle.

Shaking your head as nonchalantly as possible you straightened up. You had thousands of years of practice to keep your face stoic even in pain, “I pulled a muscle in training yesterday. The healer told me to keep it easy, but I fear I did not listen to her words.” You smiled to her hoping she bought your lie.

She shook her head, “Why did you not tell me? You could have sat today out.”

“And miss out killing spiders? Who do you take me for Tauriel?” You laughed ignoring the growing pain on your side. Taking a quick peak down you wanted to curse seeing the green garment slightly stained with your crimson blood. It was dry by now, surely the wound was actually healed. You just needed help removing the poison.

The remaining walk back was spent in comfortable silence. You had known Tauriel for longer than you even remember. She had always been a constant in your long life. She was a few hundred years older than you and took you under her guidance early on as your parents were close friends. Poor families with strong daughters that wanted more than the living on the outskirts of the big city. Tauriel was the one with the plan, you were the one that followed always wondering what you would’ve been had Tauriel not been there?

Nevertheless, she decided she was going to be a part of the Silvan Guard and that was that. She trained hard, day in and day out. She brought you along once you were old enough to decide if that’s what you wanted. It didn’t come as a second thought as you accepted her offer to begin training. You’d worked your ways up through the different guards behind Tauriel. Finally, a few hundred years prior you had been selected by the king to join the guard. Tauriel was promoted to Captain of the Guard, and you had never been prouder. She was everything and more. A sister you never really had but always wanted.

You’d met Legolas properly the night of the celebration and even chatted for a while. It was not lost on you how his eyes occasionally glanced around the room and landed on Tauriel. She was truly a stunning elf maiden. It surprised you she had not been courted yet, that you knew of. Why wouldn’t Legolas be interested in her? She was stunning beyond measure, kind as could be, a true proven warrior in the field and the Captain of King Thranduil’s guard. What more could you actually ask for?

What you didn’t know was that he kept his eyes on her for security to the king. If he needed to react he was the castles first line of defense when he was home. For he liked Tauriel but only as a dear friend he had grown close to over the years. Ever since your arrival to the guard he had only seemed to have eyes for you. He was just simply good at hiding it from you. Only watching you when you were preoccupied in the ring training or on guard. He couldn’t help himself from just admiring you from afar sometimes. He found you to be the most exquisite elf he’d ever laid his eyes upon. The only problem he had was trying to get you alone. You always disappeared when Tauriel was around and Tauriel was always around, being your best friend and his close friend. It had frustrated him for centuries.

Even his father, King Thranduil, found amusement out of Legolas’s inability to string together a coherent conversation together. For as amusing as he did find it he was growing worried Legolas would never actually be able to figure out how to reach you. Thranduil was hesitant over his sons pining over the elf, but he had found in the limited time he had truly known you, not just heard of your talents, that you were a great match for his son. It had been almost a hundred years since you had joined his guard, and Legolas had grown closer to you but there was just something that was stopping you from indulging him. He had no clue you acted so distant was to protect yourself. It would be hard to pretend you didn’t have a crush on the elf.

You had nearly gotten to the castle before the familiar golden blonde elf appeared in front of the both of you. The poison was really starting to hurt now. You needed to get away from the both of them and down to the healers. You’d just have to think of a good excuse after a moment of listening into their conversation.

“Tauriel, Y/N.” He gave the both of you a quick bow which you only returned with a head nod for you were not so sure you wouldn’t be able to wince from the pain, “How did the day go?” He asked as he looked over both of you. Your heart rate picked up when he spotted the dried blood on the side of your dress. Legolas was observant and even as Tauriel answered him his eyes stayed laser focused in on your form.

“Successful day. I am positive we have not reached the nest yet though. We will be back out tomorrow if you care to join us, my prince.” She answered giving you a curious look as his eyes were still looking right at you.

He gave her a quick nod as if to almost dismiss her before turning back to you. Tauriel stood there stunned at his curious behavior before she walked away slowly hoping to hear the conversation between her two obvious friends. No matter how many times she had told you the two of them were just friends you would never seem to believe her. It was slowly driving her mad as the both of you seemed be so clueless over the others fascination with the other.

“Are you all right?” He asked after a moment of the both of you looking at the other, “You look pale and there is blood on your side.” His head tilted in concern as he stepped closer.

A quick nod, “I am just fine. A small nick on this side is all. I must get going to bathe now if we are to be back out there tomorrow.” Giving him a nervous laugh, you attempted to walk away but he was having none of it. He had let you walk away far too many times, and he wasn’t letting you do it anymore. He wanted to know you. He wanted to understand you. He wanted to spend a lifetime and more with you as he was utterly fascinated with everything he had learned and is learning about you.

You looked down at you wrist being held by his much larger hand then back up to those blue eyes you found so mesmerizing. When he saw you weren’t prepared to speak he did to fill the silence, “You are not fine. You are favoring your left side. You will not look me in the eye and that blood is not even dried! What is wrong Y/N?” He nearly begged while giving your wrist a squeeze hoping to coax an answer out of your stubborn mouth. A trait he both loved and hated when it came to him being on the receiving end.

You looked down, “It is embarrassing. Promise you will not laugh?” You asked him knowing there was no way out of this. When he was focused on something he would not let it go. You were his focus right now and you had a feeling you would pass out before he would just let you wander off now.

His eyes scrunched in concern at your request. What had happened in those woods and why were you hiding it from him? “I would never laugh at you mellon nin.” He grinned right to you.

Rolling your eyes you answered him, “That is a lie for you laughed at me just yesterday!”

He had yet to drop your hand and had no plans to as he waited for your confession, “I was merely laughing with you. Not at you.”

Narrowing your eyes at him you responded, “I was not laughing though.”

“That is beside the point.” He grinned knowing you had bested him, “Can you please tell me what is wrong then?”

“I need to go to a healer. I got stung by a spider. I was careless out there and got bested.” You spoke quietly hoping no others had heard. Your reputation would likely suffer. How could a Kings Guardself get stung so easily?

He frowned taking your words into consideration before deciding what to do, “Follow me. I will heal you. Up to my chambers.” Your feet started following him as he led you to his room. You had been there a few times, but this was beginning to feel different. He was casting gazes at you that you had never seen from the elf you’d grown to love.

“Sit there.” He pointed to his bed like it meant nothing. You hesitated as you looked over the pristinely made bed you’re sure a helper had done up for him.

“Are you sure…”

“None of that. Sit.” He waved you off not letting your brain give it a second thought. You watched as he gathered a few supplies from his bathroom before kneeling at your side.

After a few moments he spoke, “I will have to cut into your dress further.”

“You are lucky I am handy with a needle.” You nodded letting him know it was fine. You would have to show a little skin if he was to actually heal you.

“I will have a seamstress repair it. Do not bother with it.” He smiled right back at you before he began to delicately cut the fabric away. He knew he should not be enjoying this as much as he was, but he was finally getting some time alone with you. It felt like a miracle even if it was at your sake.

“That’d hardly be necessary.”

He hummed before cleaning off the wound, “It’s all right to let people take care of you, you do know that right?”

It was your turn to frown as you took in his words, “I must rely on myself. My parents live far away. My brother was killed in the war. It is just Tauriel and I now. And even then she is busy being the captain most days.”

Legolas looked up to you with a sadness you had hardly ever seen, “This may sting.” He spoke quickly in a much older version of Sindarin. You could hardly make out what he was saying. Instead, you closed your eyes fighting the growing stinging sensation in your side. It would burn until it was all out and unfortunately for you it had been spreading for some time. You clenched your teeth together as the spell worked to pull all the spiders poison from your system. When it was all clear you felt that signature wave of exhaustion come over you after all the adrenaline had finally started wearing away.

“Thank you.” Blinking your eyes rapidly you were trying your hardest to stay awake. At this rate it would be a miracle if you could make it back to your quarters without passing out due to the exhausting beating you.

He gave you a quick nod as he studied you. His concern only grew as he spotted your weary eyes giving way to your overtiredness, “Lay down. Rest your eyes.”

“Oh, Legolas I cannot.” You stood with a wobble for which he quickly grabbed at your waist steadying

“I insist. You will not make it back in your state. My bed is comfortable. Rest, mellon nin. I will be here in the morning.” He pulled the covers back guiding your over. He knew he wasn’t going to sleep at all. He was going to watch and listen to make sure your heart was steady. Your breathing was regular. He knew that you would be just fine, of course. That did not stop the twinge of worry as he saw you in a far more fragile state than he was used to. And you were trusting him instead of running away

“Thank you.” You whispered after he had pulled the covers up over you. Thankful for the night cover because you were sure your cheeks were blazing red. It felt oddly intimate to be cared for so casually. Nobody had really ever done that for you before.

“Quite literally, anytime. Now rest, I will see you in the morning.” He pushed you to close your eyes. And he was right. It did not take you more than a few moments to fall into a deep sleep helping your body recover.

When your eyes opened sunlight was hitting them. You had slept through the night for the first time in a long time. You peaked your eyes over seeing Legolas standing close but far enough to give you your distance with a brilliant smile on his face. You admired his beautiful blue eyes that reflected even brighter than usual. It simply was not fair that an elf could be as handsome as he was.

He took a step closer when your eyes locked with his, “How do you feel?”

“Much better. I slept very well.” You gave him a lazy smile as you sat up in his bed. It hit you that you spent the night in his chambers let alone his bed. Your mother would be horrified to learn you had done such a thing. But you had the suspicion he would never let such a thing get out to anyone. He would find a way to get you out of the royal tower without a second thought. This was Legolas. He would never let your reputation suffer on his behalf.

He nodded taking another step closer, “I told you my bed was comfortable.” His smile only grew into a smirk as he witnessed your cheeks flame up with color. How easy it was to get a reaction from you now that he could properly talk to you, “You look much better this morning. Much more color in your cheeks.” He teased you only worsening your reaction.

You looked down feeling his gaze too much, “You tease me so Legolas.”

He laughed softly, “Indeed. Is it so hard to believe I enjoy seeing you blush?”

You felt you heart pick up speed, “You do?”

“Aye, I enjoy everything about you actually.” He smiled feeling like he was finally letting it all out, “You’re the most interesting elf I have ever got to meet.” He only smiled seeing your shocked expression grow.

“What are you saying Legolas?” It came out as a whisper as if you were afraid of his answer. And you were truthfully.

“I love you. I have loved you for a long time. You have just never given me the chance to show you.” He grinned once more as he kneeled next to the bed, so he was eye level with you. He grabbed at your hand holding it in his.

Your eyes snapped up to his at that admission, “I thought… I thought you liked Tauriel?” You blinked at him more confused than ever. Had you truly been that oblivious to his feelings? You felt your hand growing warm in his.

“Tauriel?” he let out a low laugh, “No, never. She is more of a sister to me than anything.” He had confirmed what she had been telling you for years.

Licking your lips, you were sure he had heard your heart rate speed up at a rapid pace, “Oh, this is news to me.”

He smiled at your sudden bashfulness, “Is that all then?”

You felt the heat creeping up your cheeks, “You like me?” You asked him in response to his question.

“I love you.” He corrected you, “Meleth nin.” He brushed messy stray hairs away from your face. He was thrilled when he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, and you didn’t recoil or run away. You seemed more at a loss for words than he had expected. You always had a quick comeback to his words, but these had you stumped.

You whispered the words, “Meleth nin.” With the widest eyes right back at him.

His grin only widened seeing your expression shift from confusion to shock right back to bashfulness. He found you adorable in every sense of the word, “I’ve been trying to tell you for yours. But you always…”

“Run away.” You laughed bringing him to laugh right alongside you. The tension in the air evaporated in an instant as the two of you enjoyed a round of laughs shared early in the morning as the sun rose for the day.

“Exactly that.” He’d confirmed bringing you back down to reality.

After your fit of giggles had ended you looked down and away from his intense gaze, “Please forgive me for I thought you loved Tauriel. I did not want to intrude.”

Feeling his warm fingers beneath your chin he brough your eyes up to look right into his blue ones, “You must here me when I say that I forgive you. I forgive you a thousand times. Although we could have started this years ago it is all right. Please, will you let me take you out tomorrow? I’ll show you my favorite path behind the castle with the most beautiful flowers.” He paused trying to read your ever so stoic expression. When you broke into another grin he breathed out that sigh of relief he so desperately needed. He never imagined it to be so nerve wracking admitting such feelings to a friend like you.

“I would love to Legolas.”

He grabbed at your hands giving the back of one of them a slow kiss, “You do me a great honor, Y/N. “He let your hands go as he stood and moved towards the door.

Your face broke into a frown, “Where are you going?” It sounded whiny as it left your mouth. How had this elf made such a mess out of you so quickly?

He smiled not minding it a bit. He found he quite liked the departure of your usual self for one that’s much more needy, “You need to eat, meleth nin. I am grabbing you a plate of food. I will be but twenty minutes.”

You shook your head, “I can go, no need for you to make a trip out of it.” But before you could swing your legs over the bed he was stopping you.

He walked back over pushing you back down in bed for the second time in as many days, “No need to. Rest, please?”

You huffed, “I feel fine Legolas.”

“Meleth nin, let me help you.” He brushed his thumb along your cheek, “Please?” He asked once more now that you had calmed down a bit.

“Fine.” You crossed your hands over your chest trying not to argue with him. He was just being sweet. Let him do this.

He leaned down placing the softest, gentlest kisses to your temple, “Thank you.” He whispered before placing another kiss on your cheek. Pulled away he knew he would leave your mind reeling for at least the next twenty or so minutes.

“I will be back. Rest please.” He insisted once more as he walked to his bedroom door. Turning back to you he only grinned seeing you tucked so cozily in his bed. A sight he had wished to see for so long.

“As you insist, my prince.” You winked. Closing your eyes, you only heard his laugh before the door clicked shut. You decided fairly quickly that you could get used to this. Somebody to help. Somebody to care. Somebody to be there for you.

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[electracution]

ARMY DREAMERS

I am aware the "trend" has long ago passed, but I've only just gotten around to it. Do not tell me it doesn't fit.

Here is a version with all of them together.

I haven't done digital in a while, but I've enjoyed it a lot, surprisingly. Thought I had to relearn a lot.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the finished artwork as much as I do 🩷

[orodreth-in-disguise]

a little comic i made based on @nihilizzzm ‘s incorrect quotes! Aragorn is so done with their shit LOL

i hope my hand writing is readable

[click for higher quality!]

[matiasthecamilion]

I don't remember if I mentioned this before, but I find it HILARIOUS how in the Return of the King scene when Sam marries Rosie, they made a close up to Frodo's expression that goes from happy to extremely pained, obviously representing how Frodo is suffering after the quest of the ring, but out of context it seems like completely gay angst.

Thank you Peter Jackson for:

[frodo-with-glasses]

But can he trust you?

[realmofautumn]

arwen + lyrics (maisie peters - history of man)

[nikuttek]

I wanted to draw Thorin with his post botfa scar because he's definitely alive and well.

(an alternative version with blood is under the cut since people wanted to see that too, haha)

[captaincanonly]

this concludes my current hobbit + lotr doodle dump :) hope you enjoy!

part 1 part 2

[thewulf]

With You? Always || Legolas

Summary: This was supposed to be a request but I took it in a very fluffy direction. Like no angst. Just teasing and reuniting with Legolas after the events of LOTR. Hope you guys enjoy!

A/N: Thank you for the cutest request anon even tho I didn't follow it! I had too much fun writing this one. It's so much fun to write these LOTR imagines. Thank you guys for sending them in!

Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Word Count: 3.4k +

TW: Insecurity, angsty, fluffy

“King Thranduil suspects he will be back by nightfall.” Your father spoke breaking you from the trance you had seemed to be in. Your eyes were scanning the emptying kingdom among you. Just like the Elves of Rivendell the Elves of Mirkwood took to the sea’s too, many more than you suspected would leave so quickly. You were yet to get the calling. You were sure your father had felt it just as your mother did so long ago. But he had a duty to the king as his head guard, and he wanted to be around for you and your life milestones, “His elk can sense Legolas but a few hours away.”

You let out a small gasp with glee, “The Elvenking is hardly ever wrong.” Your eyes upturned into the smile that had now graced your usually withdrawn face since he had left here almost two years ago. You hardly lived your thousands of years without Legolas in tow. It’d been well over a year since he set off to destroy the ring. Being that you had lived thousands it should have been quick, but it felt like more than a century since you had spotted Legolas’s nearly silver, blonde hair.

“Indeed, my daughter. It is unwise to not listen to the king.” He gave you a knowing smile before retreating from your room and heading to his chambers to get ready for dinner. Leaving you to be with your thoughts. Quickly you got ready making sure to take extra care of you appearance just in case he had arrived early enough for it. It would be rather obvious of your intentions for you had been rather careless since he had been gone. You found no point to go above and beyond since you knew your eyes only landed on Legolas. No one else stood a chance even if they tried.

Sliding on your finest evening attire that wasn’t too over the top you set off for dinner. You scanned the castles dining hall for any sight of him but only slumped when you came up short not finding his normally intricately braided blonde hair.

It wasn’t often Elves could be snuck up on but when your eyes were desperately searching for the one that had been on your mind nonstop it was rather easy to sneak up on you, “He has yet to arrive my lady.”

You jumped turning to the elf standing beside you, “Galion! Where did you come from?” You placed a hand over your rapidly beating and rather startled heart that felt like it got caught doing something it shouldn’t have been.

“From across the room.” He smiled giving you a bow, “I was hardly being quiet.” He gave you an answer you weren’t really looking for.

You nodded quickly looking away, “Right. Thank you Galion. I was searching for my father.” It was an obvious lie and even he knew that for he knew of the feelings between the two elves. It had been painfully obvious for centuries. Even King Thrandruil was growing tired of son not courting you. He had long since accepted you as an extended member of his family. He had practically raised you alongside Legolas. He was eager to see the two of you together before he set sail. He had wanted to rejoin his wife and was growing impatient to Legolas’s growing timidness to asking you the question.

Galion nodded knowing you were lying through your teeth. Being the kings longtime advisor, he had known you just as well as the king and your father did. He knew all your little quirks. One being that you couldn’t lie to save your life, “Right my lady. He’s in the corner with the king.” Galion pointed to the two elves sitting there snickering about something.

Ever since the Kingdom of Mirkwood received word from Legolas that he was safe, and the ring had been destroyed the usually stoic king that hid away made himself more present and smiled far more often than you remembered. You were excited to catch glimpses of the old king you’d grown to see as a second father. Ever since Legolas’s mom and his wife has passed the king has grown cold. But now that there was finally some good news and hope he was becoming more of his old self.

Your thanked Galion before making your way your father. You weren’t planning on eating with him especially not that you learned that he was eating with the king. It’s not that you didn’t like them. No, you loved your king. It’s that he seemed to know of your longing feelings of his son no matter how well you tried to hide it. He always found a way to bring Legolas up and embarrass you in the process. Surely he would show no mercy due to your father sitting next to him.

“King Thranduil, Father.” You bowed before the two elves with utmost reverence. You knew how precious your spot in the Kingdom of Mirkwood was. If your father wasn’t who he was you would be nothing but a peasant elf the king could care less about. You tried your hardest not to take it for granted.

Before your father could speak the king did instead, “You look rather put together tonight Y/N. Special occasion?” He asked with a hint of smirk on his face. And that was why you were trying your hardest to avoid said king who was beginning to antagonize your efforts.

“None that I am aware of.” You spoke another obvious lie. Your father watched in amusement as your usually cool demeanor crumbled over the look the king was giving you. He too was not dumb. All of Mirkwood would have to be blind had they not known you and Legolas were to be bound together. It was just the two of you who seemed to lack the awareness.

His eyes looked over your outfit before replying, “My son’s favorite color is red. It is most uncommon to wear that color here, no?” He waved his hands before him showing that nearly elf was either in green, gray, or beige.

“Is it?” You tried to play dumb feeling utterly nervous under his looming gaze. How had he managed to make you feel so silly was beyond even you. Because he was right. Red wasn’t so common for greens were usually the chosen Mirkwood shades.

His stoic expression broke with an innocent smile, “Indeed it is. He will like this dress on you Lady Y/N.” Your father cracked a grin from beside the king seeing your dumb expression. He too was tired of watching you pine from afar and wanted to see you happy and in good hands before he departed.

You coughed trying to think of anything to say to him. You eyed your father for help, but he simply shrugged leaving you high and dry. He was enjoying this interrogation far too much, “Oh, my king, this is not meant for Legolas…”

He held a hand up to you letting you know to quiet, “Be that as it may. Which is a lie. He will be most happy to see you even more so in that dress.” You dared not disagree with the elf as he was in a chipper mood. Surely his sons return had something to do with it.

“Aye.” Your father agreed which earned a laugh from the normally stoic king. Were they drunk? They had to be. But you didn’t see any wine on the table nor smelled any alcohol on their breath. So, they were just enjoying seeing you squirm? You’d have a word with your father after it was all set and done.

The kings gaze softened seeing you truly so dumbfounded at his conclusion, “He will be here within the hour Lady Y/N. Take a stroll in my private garden after dinner. Galion will escort you after supper. I will see to it that he meets you out there after his arrival.”

You gulped. Was King Thranduil trying to get the two of you together? It seemed as if you were not as sneaky as you thought yourself to be, “Oh, I would not want to impose my king.”

“I insist.” And that was that. He had you escorted through his chambers to the garden even you had yet to see. It was small but truly, one of them most beautiful spaces you’d ever had the pleasure of stepping into. You walked around admiring the roses and flowers that seemed endless as they tangled with the grass and trees. You had sensed why he had kept it to himself after all of these years.

“My father was right. You are a vision Lady Y/N.” The familiar voice of the man you loved snapped you out of the trance the dancing roses captured you in. For the second time that night you had been snuck up on. Most unlike you.

Your face broke into a smile seeing the blonde elf in person finally, “Is red really your favorite color?” You asked not fully believing the king.

He bowed to you, “It’s been over a year, almost two and that’s the first thing you ask me?”

“It is. Is that an issue my prince?” You gave him a dramatic bow in return. That was just one of the many things he had grown to adore about you. You never really gave care in the world of his title. To you he was always just Legolas your friend. For he hadn’t a clue of how you felt about him.

“Hardly. Indeed, red is my most cherished color. This color precisely.” He stepped closer to you grabbing at the extra fabric on your arm. If your heart could simultaneously stop and explode all at once that was what was occurring. He was so close so suddenly. Was Legolas flirting with you?

“Well,” You cleared your throat trying your best to respond to him as your brain tried its best to keep up with him, “Hopefully I wear it all right.” You joked around trying to shift the growing tension between the two of you.

His hands did not drop from your arm as his eyes snapped up to yours, “My lady, you wear it finer than any elf in this kingdom and all kingdoms beyond.”

What was he doing? Your face paled before your cheeks exploded with color. You were usually so good at hiding emotion such as this but his outright honestly instead of the joking he would normally play in had taken you off your guard.

He smirked now knowing his father’s push was really all he needed. You would not blush so had you no feelings for him. He did not wish to ruin the grand friendship he had with you for it was the most cherished thing in his life. For in his mind, you had no feelings for him.

“Oh, thank you Legolas.” He noticed you flexing your hands. He had long since learned that was your tell for being unsettled. He’d often caught you doing the same before an attack would commence or when you had a terrible feeling of something.

“There is no need to be nervous Y/N. It is just me, Legolas.” He hid his smirk away for a softer smile. He held his hands out for you to take.

Slowly you placed your much smaller hands in his, “Indeed. That is what’s making me nervous.” You admitted out loud before your brain could stop you.

“What do you mean?” He turned his head to the side just so as his eyes scanned over your face searching for something, anything.

“You have occupied my thoughts every day since you left.” You spoke quickly before you could decide it would be a bad idea letting him know you had feelings too, “Are you being sincere?”

He stepped forward placing a tentative hand on your hip, “Aye, my lady. I would not lie to you. You look beautiful tonight.”

You placed your hand on his face making sure he really was back, “I missed you Legolas. This had been the longest year of my life. For I did not know years could take so long.”

He tested the waters by bring you closer to him. He fully wrapped an arm around your waist. You thought your heart was going to leap out of his chest as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “I survived out there because of you.” His hair tickled your neck, but you could hardly care as you processed this information he had just told you.

“Pardon?” You had asked him to expand on that ever so bold statement.

He brushed your hair behind you ears, “When we wanted to give up, when all hope was lost, when I surely thought this life was over…” He paused seeing the horror in your expression. You must not have known how dangerous the quest truly was. But he continued trying to get to the point, “I thought of you. Coming home to you in Mirkwood kept me going.”

He surely heard how fast your heart was beating now, “I am glad I could provide you the strength to come home to me. For I do not know how I would fare middle earth without you.” This moment in the garden was the most intimate the two of you had ever been with the other. The most truthful too. You would have to thank his father later for the push the both of you needed. He must have been planning to leave soon as he never meddled so obviously before.

“I could not let that happen. I have made sure of that.” He smiled, eyes gazing down lovingly at you. You’d seen the gaze before but told yourself he meant something else. You were mistaken clearly.

“Legolas.” His name slipped out of your mouth so effortlessly. By Eru were you thrilled you could speak his name out loud because he was actually in front of you.

Ignoring your soft plea he asked you, “May I ask you a very important question?”

Your eyes piqued in curiosity as you nodded, “You may.” Wondering whatever he may ask you.

He took your hands in his gently rubbing his thumb along your much softer skin, “I wish to court you. I want to spend the rest of this life together, meleth nin. Would you do me the honor?”

You repeated his words slowly, “Meleth nin…” You repeated back to him before continuing in your disbelief, “For am I dreaming right now Legolas?” You asked not sure if you were truly in reality any longer. For as long as you pined for the blonde elf from afar this was happening faster than you had imagined.

“I certainly hope not, it took me far too long to work up the courage to ask you.” He grinned feeling like he could do anything in the world. His love, you, had said yes to him. He was going to have you as a partner, lover and more for the rest of his life. He could not wait to start the next part of his life with you. A youthful pang of excitement went off in his heart as he felt a new sense of adventure in the near future with you.

You laughed giving his hands a squeeze, “Then it is my greatest honor to accept. May I ask for how long?”

This time it was his turned to blush. It was a rare sight to see the kings son so squirmy in any sense, “Give or take a few hundred years?”

You smiled, “I have you beat then my prince. I had a growing crush nearly a thousand years ago. I thought it would go away so I just buried it deep down. See what good that got me.”

“Half our lives?” His eyes went wide as if he was finally seeing you for the first time.

You nodded you head trying to hide the embarrassment of hiding yourself away, “I suppose it is then half our lives so far. It was when you got back from Minas Tirith with your father. I had missed you far too much for the feelings to be simply friendly.” It wasn’t so bad admitting it to him for it felt more of a relief. He was going to know your truest feelings finally.

He placed his hands on your uppers arms, “I am nothing but a fool. I did not notice.”

You half laughed, half groaned, “I did not give you a chance my prince.”

“Why did you hide away from me?” He asked sincerely as he took a handful of your long straight hair in his hands. He was certainly more comfortable getting more handsy with you after you had accepted his proposal. It was no question to you. He was the only one you would say yes to.

“I am nothing but a Silvan Elf.” You spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. When Legolas’s face turned to nothing but confusion you continued, “I heard the king talking, years ago now, about how lowly he view the Silvan elves he presided over. I would never have the approval.”

“What are you talking about meleth nin?” He sounded genuinely confused, “How long ago was that?”

You shrugged, “A long time ago.” You didn’t want to admit it was nearly two thousand years ago you heard his decree. Even by elf standards that was some time ago.

“You know even stubborn kings can change their minds given some time.” He pinched your side lightly letting you know your thoughts were mistaken for the king had all but forced him to tell you this evening.

He held his hand out after he admired you for a moment longer than needed. He could not help it though for he couldn’t believe that you were his, “Come with me.”

“Where are we going?” You asked curiosity getting the better of you as you placed your hand in his.

He sighed turning back to you with that glimmer in his eye, “We may have an audience on the other side of the door waiting to see if you said yes.”

You let out a hearty laugh, “Unbelievable! Who is there then?” You followed him as he began walking.

“Your father and mine… and Galion” He smiled sheepishly almost afraid to see your reaction.

But your laugh let him know you didn’t mind, “Those meddling older elves. They need to mind their own business.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, that adorable blush forming over his cheeks, “I am thankful for their meddling for I never would have had the courage to ask you my lady.”

You gave his hand a squeeze before you walked through the thick wooden door, “I would have waited another two thousand years for you Legolas.”

He looked down suddenly bashful. You were beginning to adore the far more emotional side of the man you had grown to love truly throughout the centuries. It had made falling even further in love with him a less daunting task. You were more than excited to explore life as a courting couple. You’d make big decisions in this stage of life. How many children did he want? Where did he want to live? Was Thranduil going to give the crown to his son? Would he accept?

“You have always had such a way with words meleth nin.” He brushed the side of your face breaking you away from your thoughts.

You grinned at his kind words, “Meleth nin.” You whispered back to him for the first time. You could get used to calling him that. Your love. Your lover. Your everything.

He put his hand on the door before turning back to you, “Are you ready to deal with them?”

A smile broke out on your face in consideration of his actions, “With you? Always.”

He gave your hand a squeeze before opening the door before both of you. Sure enough not a second later both King Thranduil and your father pounced on the both of you with questions while Galion stood back with a relieved expression on his face. You laughed with utmost glee as Legolas pulled you into his chest shielding you from the questions and answering them all. If this is what it meant to be loved by him then you could surely get used to this.

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[sadlvrgrrl]

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 (𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐕𝐄𝐑.)

a daemon targaryen love story

Every night, when the moon is full and bright, he dreams of the one he calls his light.

disclaimer: daemon is extremely ooc

𝘸𝘤: 723

・❥・

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Daemon Targaryen, the rogue prince of Westeros was far from pure. He was ruthless, stubborn, arrogant, and most of all, powerful. His blood was equivalent to a dragon, forged from the fiery pits of the seven hells. He was the deliverer of chaos and destruction, and no one was able to tame his savage inferno.

All until one; her.

She was the epitome of ethereal, a beauty so delicate, so pure in a way that she was too perfect for this world— too perfect for him. She was an angel forged of the purest light with hair as bright as the moon, skin as white as snow, and her eyes—

her eyes held magic.

Full of light, full of innocence, full of stars.

Starry eyes that had him hypnotized.

Starry eyes that made him stumble, but it was her smile that made him fall.

Starry eyes that had him vow to do anything in his power to keep their light kindle endlessly. 

She was a blessing from the gods. A wish upon a shooting star. If he could, he would tear the whole world apart just to rebuild it brick by brick to a standard he deemed worthy of her existence. Worthy of her light— worthy of his light; Celethiel.

・❥・

Daemon follows the elen wisps through a sprawling forest, letting them guide his way with their light to their keeper. The tall trees towered over him, reaching into the heavens. Their branches weave together a dense canopy, shrouding the forest in shadow and only letting strings of moonlight spill through the gaps, filling the forest with a soft light.

As Daemon enters the clearing, his violet eyes instantly fall upon Celethiel sitting on a stone bench under a white willow tree. She was clad purely in white, and her hair was long and bright; like a moonlight river cascading down her back, casting a glow around her like a magical veil. The sight of her beauty was utterly spellbinding and mesmerizing, and Daemon was enchanted.

“Why do you linger in the shadows, my prince?” Said the enchantress. Her voice was silvery and melodious, like the sound of a fine harp.

“I only linger in the shadows not to hide from you, but to admire the beauty you emit, ñuha ōños.” said Daemon. “For you are a treasure of all treasures worth worshiping.”

A musical chuckle was the response; short and breathy. It filled Daemon with excitement, making him wanting more; more of her sweet melody of a harmonious mixture of grace and elegance.

While his eyes were fixed on her; hers was on the moon, gazing at it with a distant look of tranquility and longing. Daemon envied its fortune, for it had become the object of affections of the one he loved the most. Desiring nothing more than to be in the moon’s place so he can feel the touch of her eyes upon his own face. He walks up to Celethiel, and slowly kneels on the ground in front of her. Gently, he takes her hands in his. His warmth instantly melts the chillness of the night as their fingers interlace together.

“My love?” He said softly, his voice almost a whisper.

“The moon...it's light shines brighter than ever before,” She said. “Mother must be happy.”

“I believe it is you that shines brighter, my love.” He said, his voice filled with tenderness and love. But her eyes have yet to stray away from the moon.

Daemon sighed, feeling defeated by the hold the moon had over his light. He slowly brings her hands up to his cheeks, wanting to feel the softness of her touch. Then his lips met with her smooth and delicate skin, and it felt as if he was kissing the finest silks in all of Arda.

“Celethiel…please…please look at me,” he spoke timidly. “kostilus.” 

Daemon Targaryen, a man known for his arrogance, had willingly turned his pride into sand. A man known for his steel strength is now bent by his passion. Upon his knees, he begs his beloved for her love. His whole world is consumed by the one he desires most; his light.

Then suddenly, as time seemingly to stand still, her gaze has finally met his. And for the first time that night, he saw the stars that graced the night sky.

(𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒏𝒅.)

a/n: a little story info, celethiel is a valar; daughter of manwë and varda. instead of varda being associated with the stars, she represents the moon. i really hope you guys enjoyed this, and I'm so sorry it's short. i just haven't been getting enough inspiration and motivation to develop a fixed plot. maybe one day i'll come back to add on to this story.

[legolaswhore]

𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[ᴀʟʟ ʟᴇɢᴏʟᴀꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 

★ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷    𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

did you ever see us here?

perfect fit

forbidden relationship

NSFW head cannons

this was long overdue

a night with the prince

★ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷   𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

two idiots

dreams of love

sick days

challenge accepted

pregnancy

desideratum

bow practise

imagine legolas lusting after you

the bliss of spring

lulled

a friends warmth

caught, kissed

bringer of bets and drinks

survival instincts [part 1]

protection

to know ones heart

needy legolas

toss me overboard, starshine

missed glances

one summers day

requited love

totally and completely in love

caught

perfect distraction

harvest sun

★ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷    𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

moonlight

love prevails 

safe

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*   𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬

stitches

oops

when the stars align (part 1)

sam lanta an illo ni

[chirpsythismorning]

Lover’s lake byler this. Eyewitness byler that. Aren’t y’all scared?

[spasmsofthought]

let there be light (let me be right) [legolas x reader]

New to writing for this space and I have no idea what I'm doing or what this is, really. this was all written at once, so please excuse any mistakes. I really didn't research much - this all comes from memories or things I found on tumblr. I couldn't find the right Elvish to copy, and it would have stolen my mojo if I searched for too long, so I gave up. Sorry!

IDK word count, but it's not very long.

A bittersweet parting. Inspired by Sun by Sleeping At Last.

Enjoy and please let me know what you think! Please like, comment, and reblog xo

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It was his last night here, for the darkness had now even reached Imladris and in the morning he would depart with the Fellowship and begin a long, arduous journey to finally destroy the One Ring.

Even the shadows the barest sliver of moon brought as it rose above the background of the inky sky could not dim the brightness of his gaze as it rested on you.

There were no words to be spoken. There would never be enough to bridge the void between where he must go and where you had to stay.

In all your years alive you could depend on the constancy of life in the valley. The seasons came and went, the sun and moon did their eternal dance across the sky; the stars continued to shine, glimmering even in the darkest of nights. But home was more than the rushing waters and fog rolling over the Misty Mountains early in the morning.

His very smile seemed to eclipse the sun, especially when he was smiling at you. Glorious and noble and magnificent, Legolas was the safest, sturdiest home your heart had ever known. And, you were sure, the only one it would ever know; the only one that really mattered.

Separation could be painful, but you had endured that before. It was the reason for this particular leaving that produced a new kind of ache. You had given him up before, for period of time which passed by with little consequence, but you had never been confronted with the possibility that you might have to give him up forever.

"My love," A gentle touch to your chin turns your eyes away from the scenery. "Put the worry in your heart away. I will return to you."

Your hand lightly sweeps over his before it rests on his forearm.

"Yes, I know," You say. You take in his eyes and his hair. "I know you will."

You, again, look over the shape of his face, "But even you cannot predict the future or guarantee an outcome."

The shine in his eyes softens and he breathes out a long sigh. You breathe in as his forehead tenderly rests against yours. The burden is heavy but there is a little relief that the weight is shared.

"I love you," You whisper gingerly to him. The gap lessens as you move to him, bridging the distance you can before you are unable to at all. The sound of your voice fades, but your lips continue to move.

You know time is running out. The sun will rise very soon and then -- then this will be all you have of him.

I love you your lips say against his skin. With your whole heart, as full and melancholic as it is, you mean it. Legolas must know it for his mouth steals your words and your love before the dawn can take them.

[victoria-writes]

I will never forget you.

Pairing: Legolas x Reader (gender neutral)

Summary: Legolas proposes to you and reassures you that he wants to be with you. Fluff & Angst with a happy ending + bonus ending

Word Count: 1605

Notes:

Reader is human

No gender or pronouns used to refer to the reader. Reader is briefly mentioned to have short hair

MENTIONS OF DEATH (reader's). Don't read if you're not ok with thinking about your own mortality xoxo

Read it on AO3 here

Story:

It has been months since you moved to Mirkwood with the prince following the disbandment of the fellowship and destruction of the one ring. Sometimes your mind would drift to what could’ve happened had the ring fallen into the wrong hands or if any other evil lies dormant, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. You could never sit with these thoughts for long, though. Legolas seemed to have a sixth sense for when you needed to see the good in the world again. Today was one of those days. 

“Come, there is something I wish to show you”, the elf smiled as he stretched his hand out, waiting for you to take it from your place sitting in a wooden chair inside the royal palace. 

“It better not be another elk giving birth in the woods. I’m still traumatized from your idea of ‘the beauty of nature’”, you grimace at the memory still not extending your hand.

“No, no, nothing like that. I promise”, he chuckles softly.

“Fine”.

Legolas had brought you to a clearing in the forest, surrounded by old-growth trees and wildflowers. White queen anne’s lace, forget-me-nots, and flowers whose names you did not know, who only seemed to grow near where elves trot, filled your eyes. This is not the first time he’s found a quiet spot in nature to take you, and it will surely not be the last. While overlooking the rainbow of colors seemingly dancing in the field in front of you, you sneak a glance at the elf from the corner of your eye. He stands confidently with his hands behind his back next to you and smiles. If it were anyone else looking at him, they’d think he was completely at ease. Anyone but you. The look in his eyes said “Do you like it? Do you? Please tell me you like it.”. He always wanted to impress you, whether it be shooting three arrows at once when one would suffice, wearing his nicest clothes (“Legolas why are you wearing your ceremonial attire?” “Don’t worry about it, father”.), or finding the best places to take you. Be still, your beating heart. For a nearly 3,000 year old elf, he acted like a lovesick teenager. 

“It’s absolutely beautiful”, you finally say after a long silence. Legolas releases tension in his shoulders he didn’t even realize he was holding. 

“I knew you would. Let us sit in the grass.”, he guided you so that he was sitting with your back against his chest, his legs on either side. 

You felt your tongue form teasing words about him taking you on a hike to a remote spot just for a cuddle, but they faded away as he wrapped his arms around your sides and began to plant soft, slow kisses on your neck and shoulder. You melted into his warm touch. 

“May I braid your hair?”

“Yes, but there’s not much to braid.”, you reply. You had recently gotten a haircut and felt as though Legolas may be disappointed. He was very enthusiastic about your new look the first time he saw it, but now you fear he may not enjoy it. 

“Nonsense, I shall make many small plaits instead”.

“Alright”, you relaxed into his hands as he began to weave strands of hair behind you. You closed your eyes, as you reveled in the feeling of the sunlight on your face as he worked. All was quiet aside from the occasional bird chirping or squirrel running up a tree. A warm feeling took hold in your chest and you couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips. You were safe. You were happy. You were in love. 

Millenia seemed to pass before Legolas announced he was done. True to his word, he had formed many braids in your hair. He may have gone a little overboard with just how many he made, but he just loved the feeling of being so close to you and never wanted it to end. 

“Thank you”, you whisper as your turn to face him, giving him a peck on the lips. You move your hand to feel the back of your head, itching to feel the braids your lover gifted you. Soft. Your fingers feel something soft. Something thin and soft. 

“Forget-me-not flowers”, Legolas clarified, seeing you trying to decipher with your fingers, “I thought them appropriate”.

“Why is that?” “They are gifted to one whose presence you enjoy, so as not to forget them, as the name implies. I could never forget you and I hope you would not forget me. Each past day with you is a beloved memory and each day to come cannot come soon enough. I treasure each moment with you. I feel myself drowning in my affection for you. No, peacefully swimming. I adore you. I cannot bear to be without you.”, he says softly as he holds both your hands and kisses each one, never breaking eye contact.

“Oh, Legolas”

“Meleth nîn”, he uses his hands to guide you both to your feet. As you look up into his bright blue eyes, he whispers “Please allow me to never be without you. Allow me to walk beside you for all the days we may share together before death takes us. I have lived millennia without you. Now that I know what life is like with you in it, I never want to go back. I want you with me, always.”

“Are you asking me-?”, you begin as he kneels down in front of you and pulls out a ring from his pocket.

“Y/N, will you marry me?”, he gazes at you with hope in his eyes as he lifts the ring towards you. 

“Yes. Yes. Yes!”, he quickly puts the ring on your left ring finger and you pull him into a harsh kiss. You and the elf wear matching smiles as you kiss long and hard. 

“I’m so happy, Legolas…but is this what you really want?”, your smile drops as your nerves hit you. “Of course, my love. Why do you question my intentions?”.

“It’s not your intentions that I question. It’s just that you’re…you”, you vaguely gesture at the elf.

“I’m not following.”

“You’re a prince. I’m poor. You’re an elf that’ll live thousands of years. I’m a human that’ll be lucky if I make it to 70.” “I don’t care about that.”

“Your father won’t approve.” “I care not what my father thinks. His opinion of our union will not sway me.” 

“Then what of my mortality? One day I will die and leave you alone.”

He sighs before he speaks, “I must admit I have thought long and hard on this subject. The thought of your death pains me to no end.” “Exactly. Our marriage would be short-lived in your long lifetime and I will become nothing but a memory to you, one that will fade one day.”

“What are you saying?” “I’m saying you love me now, but one day I will die and you’ll move on and I’ll mean nothing to you. One day you’ll laugh at how you ever loved a silly human”, tears began to well in your eyes, shame overtaking you as you finally let out the fears you’ve been harboring all this time. Your gaze drifts downwards, unable to face your elven lover. Legolas’ eyes widened in realization, shocked at your true feelings. He manages to compose himself and lifts your chin up with his index finger. 

“Meleth nîn, look at me. Y/N, please.”, he whispers his request. 

“It is true that my life will continue when yours ends.”

Hot tears began to run down your cheeks at this. 

“But”, he swipes the tears away with his thumb, “You will always be a part of it. Even when you are gone, I will love you. You have shown me love that I did not think was possible. When you are gone, I will visit your grave with flowers each day. I will braid my hair and miss the touch of yours. I will never remarry. I will walk the paths we have taken together. I will meditate in this very spot, remembering this moment. I will never forget you. In life and in death, we are connected. I love you”.

“And I love you”, you barely choke the words out through your tears. 

“Knowing all this, my silly human,”he teases before turning serious, “Will you marry me?” “Of course, I’ll marry you, you ridiculous elf”.

You both grin as Legolas lifts you up and spins you in his arms. When your feet are planted on the Earth again he kisses you deeply. As you feel your lips on your own, you imagine a thousand more kisses each day with him for the rest of your days. 

Bonus

Many moons have passed since your passing. Legolas meant every word of his promise and has done all that he said. Before he rests each night, he reads the book on his nightstand, your favorite book of poems. He recalls reading it to you on nights your eyes were too tired as he pet your hair while you laid on his chest. When he wakes each morning, he glares at the large empty space beside it, wishing it were you. Although his heart pangs at the loss of you, he finds joy and comfort in revisiting your old haunts, his favorite being the spot where he proposed to you. Today, our elf wanders into the cemetery. “Hello, meleth nîn”, he smiles as he places a bouquet of freshly picked forget-me-nots on your grave.

[lambjurk]

Don’t leave me here alone…

Don’t go where I can’t follow…

[warriorofthought]

A Father's Condition: A Heartbroken Son's Choice

Summary: Thranduil and you are a couple but to protect him from your father you make a deal with your father that almost kills you.

Word count: 5639

Warnings: sad emotions

Guard Thranduil x Male Reader

You are currently alone with your father in a room. Writing something in a book as he walks over to you and stops besides you.

You look up at him " ada?"

"Mmm?" he asks "Are you done writing?"

His voice is deep and soft at the same time as he looks at you.

"yes"

"Good" a slight smile appears on his face as he starts walking to the door. "Can you come with me for a second?"

You nod, stand up and follow him " where are we going?'

"My room" he says, his voice suddenly lower and more serious.

"We need to talk."

You quickly follow him further.

You enter his room and notice, he locks the door right behind him.

"Why are you locking the door?"

"It's for privacy..." he says, walking closer to you. "I really need to talk to you."

"Talk about what?"

"I... have heard rumors..." he says "I have wanted to talk about it for some time, but I did not dare." Your father finally says.

"I'm curious, my son. Do you have a lover or something like that?" Father asks you.

You can barely speak as his words shock you "A...Lover?...Why?...Is it important?"

He comes even closer, his eyes filled with curiosity.

"Why are you asking me this, have you asked that brother also?"

"You both are different, my son..."

He gently grabs your chin and turns your face to the side, slightly lifting your head.

"Look at my eyes."

His deep voice is filled with excitement.

"So different are we not, he is a bit older but also my brother and your first son."

"Yes, but he is older...you are still young and innocent but it's a very good thing."

"Let me ask you something, my son. Don't be ashamed....if you had a lover, you would tell me, wouldn't you?"

"Probably not" you answer.

His eyes slightly widen.

"What do you mean with 'probably not'?"

He comes closer again but you can notice, he has now less control over his actions.

"Why should I tell you that, just because you are my father, the king, you just will scare them away" you utter.

His grip tightens on your chin. "What did you just say?!"

"You heard me, father" you answer.

"So you DO have a lover?"

His jaw muscles tighten, the veins on his neck seem to swell, all his control is disappearing.

You step a step back and bump against the wall, you are starting to get a bad feeling.

His eyes are almost wild now. "I thought I taught you honesty?"

The door is locked, you can't run away even if you wanted.

He slowly pushs himself against you.

"I'm honest" you say hesitated.

"Then be honest with me. Do you have a lover?"

You nod slowly.

His eyes are filled with both anger and curiosity.

He bites his lips. "Is it someone in this castle?" he asks.

You nod again.

His grip on your chin becomes slightly more painful.

"Who is it?" he demands.

"Father, please, you are hurting me." You whisper.

"Then just tell me, it's simple: who is he?" He grabs your chin even harder.

"Thranduil " you squeeze out and grab his hand and try to loosen his grip on you.

"Thranduil ?..." his eyes widen "Do you mean one of my guards!?"

His voice is filled with rage now.

"Ada, please you are scaring me" you whisper.

The rage only seems to grow "I will kill him."

His grip changes slightly, now he is grabbing you, pinning you to the wall and the door.

Your chest is pressed against his. You can hear his heavy breathing.

"Tell me...have you kissed him?" he growls.

"Ada, please" you beg slightly.

"Tell me, my son...have you kissed him?"

You nod slowly.

He doesn't release you for a moment but instead, comes even closer.

"How often did you kiss him, my son?..." he asks, his voice is low and almost predatory in this moment.

"don't know" you lick your lips " often maybe over ten times"

His eyes seem to sparkle in anger now. "over ten times!"

"Who initiated the first kiss?" A wild look appears in his eyes.

"Why do you want to know that?" you ask.

"Just tell me!" He hisses.

The grip on your chin tightens again.

"Did you initiate it or did he?"

"Please, Father. Let go of my chin" you say softly but slightly scared.

His eyes still seem wild.

The grip on your chin is painful.

"Tell me first and I will release you, my son."

"He kissed me first" you breathe out.

He hisses and his eyes only seem to spark more.

"That traitor...he kissed you?!"

He tightens his grip on your chin even more.

"Did you kiss him back?" He demands.

You nod slowly.

"How often did you kiss him back, my son?"

He presses his body against yours.

His eyes are wild as he keeps you pinned against the wall with his free hand.

"Always"

"Every time he kissed you, you kissed him back?"

You nod slowly.

"Did you enjoy your kisses with this traitor?"

His voice is calm now, like a predator that finally got what it wanted.

"He is not a traitor" you Protest.

You can feel his hot breath on your neck now as he leans even closer.

"I should punish him, my son." He says in a soft voice.

He starts to massage your chin now as the grip tightens slightly again.

“I punish him, for corrupting my son, his prince, this traitor, had no right in that. I think torture is the best punishment for him.” he says evil.

"No, don't do this, don't do anything to him" you say, almost vulnerable.

"I need to teach him a lesson..."

His voice is calm and he seems to be serious.

His grip tightens even more, his eyes have no anger now but excitement and a creepy sparkle.

"No, please. I can break the contact with him, if that's what you want but please don't do anything to him" you say quickly, apologetic and suffering.

He seems to be thinking.

His grip on your chin and your body is still tight but his voice is calm. "If you promise to break any contact with this traitor I'll grant your wish and keep him away from punishment...is it a deal?"

He smiles slightly.

You nod immediately, " i promise, i will talk to him and say that i don't want to see him anymore"

His smile only grows and he moves even closer to you. "Good, my son...very good."

He starts to caress your cheek with his thumb.

"Do it right away, my son. Tell him, you don't want to see him and don't love him anymore."

Your jaw tense slightly before you nod with a sad sigh.

You can feel his hot breath on your neck again as he leans right in front of you.

"Tell him you don't love him anymore, my son."

His voice is calm but you can hear how evil he says this.

Your eyes fill slightly with tears but you nod.

You can feel his fingers in your hair, stroking it softly.

"You are a good child, my son..."

"Just tell him that you don't love him anymore and that you will never see him again and that's it..." he whispers.

"I will, I promise."

He smiles and gently caresses your cheek again.

"Good child, my son...I am pleased." His voice is soft again.

"Now, be a good child and go tell him that."

You quickly walk out of the room.

"Don't come back here until you told him..." he says, while his eyes are still fixated on your back.

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Timeskip 

You wait in a secret room until Thranduil  comes to the meeting time. To do what your father wants.

When Thranduil meets you, you quickly move your gaze to the ground.

"Look at me..." Thranduil commands.

You slowly look up.

"What happened?" he asks.

You don't respond, you still can't look him in the eyes.

"Speak, please." he demands.

"I... We must talk" you answer.

He looks worried and his gaze is fixated on you, not used to you saying these words.

His voice is soft. "What happened? What is it, my love?"

You feel a slight pain move through your heart as he calls you my love.

"Maybe you should sit down" you whisper.

The pain grows even bigger as he moves and sits down.

"Please just tell me...I am worried..."

His voice seems to shake. His eyes are completely filled with worries.

"i.. we..." you stutter but you can't form words. Your hands run through your hair, nervous and stressed.

He tries to take one of your hands and looks at you.

"Please, my love...I am getting even more worried. Just speak to me."

You feel the pain in your heart rising.

Your hand moves a strand of his beautiful hair behind his ear and your eyes shows slightly the pain you feel. You already feel bad for what you're about to do to him. 

His eyes seem to show a bit of shock as you touch him there.

"My love...?" his voice is filled with worry and disbelief.

You can hear his breath quickening.

"I don't understand...tell me what is wrong...please."

He looks right into your eyes.

"you are so beautiful" you whisper longing and try to smile.

"Thank you, my love..." he says softly. "But why are you like this? Why are you so shy, so distant all of a sudden?"

His eyes are filled with worry still but he tries to smile reassuring.

You take your shaky hand away from his hair and step a step back from him "we can't see us anymore, can't continue this relationship" you finally blur out.

His breath quickens even more, his eyes only show worry. "We can't anymore? But why, my love? What made you think that? Why are you even telling me this?"

His voice seems to tremble slightly.

He starts to stand up.

"I don't love you anymore" you say emotionless.

"What?!" he shouts, in complete disbelief. His eyes fill with shock and worry.

"I...what do you mean?! How can you say this so cold-heartedly, my love?"

He moves closer to you and wants to take your hands again.

“Don't call me, ‘my love’ again” you damage low.

You move away from him. " I'm breaking up with you, I don't want to see you anymore or any close to me. Don't speak to me again and don't come close to me, Thranduil."

His jaw seems to be locked, all his emotions seem to freeze.

He stands still.

"You...don't love me anymore? You...don't want to see me? You don't want to have anything to do with me?"

His voice is quiet, you only hear shock.

He shakes his head slightly. "Is this only a bad dream? You...you can't be serious, my love."

"I'm serious, from today on I'm not your love anymore just your prince. Don't talk to me or even look at me, when I don't comment you to do that."

He seems to be in disbelief. He can't comprehend what just happened.

He shakes his head again and takes a step towards you.

"You... don't love me anymore? So all of this was...a lie?"

He can't hold back his tears now.

"All the kisses...the times where we were together...was it all a lie? I...don't understand it."

He takes another step towards you.

"I never lied, all that I was saying was true and you know it." you whisper honest but slightly painful.

The grief in his voice is unbearable.

You can see his eyes fill with more tears as he takes another step closer to you.

"Please...please tell me, why all of this?" he whispers. "Why are you leaving me like this...? I...I can't believe this..."

You step away from him "because this relationship won't work out. I'm breaking up with you." you blur out.

"I will go now, don't try to speak to me again" you whisper softly and leave the room quickly.

You hear his deep and long exhale but he says nothing to this.

The pain in his eyes is still big.

He stands still, all his emotions seem to freeze as he tries to wrap his head around what is happening right now.

When you have already left the room, you can still hear his quiet voice.

"My love...come back. Don't leave me like this..." he whispers.

You quickly walk to your room, trying not to break down in the hallway.

You feel exhausted after that conversation and want only to get in your room.

When you arrive and are able to close the door, you take a deep breath.

You start to sit on your bed but quickly lie down on it.

A tear runs down your cheek as you realize what just happened.

Silencie.

All these thoughts and the pain in your heart are just too much.

You start to cry as you remember all the times with him.

And then silence.

You want to sleep and not think about what happened.

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Timeskip 

You have cried yourself to sleep and the next morning you wake up, you change your clothes and walk as always in the dinner room for breakfast. Once there you greet your father and your brother.

You get out of your room and walk towards the dinner room.

"Good morning, father and brother" you greet.

Your eyes seem to be a bit red still as you try your best to not appear sad and exhausted.

Your brother looks slightly worried and Father seems to be deep in thoughts, like he is thinking about something very important.

Before you start to sit down, your father finally starts talking.

"Is everything alright, my child?"

You notice his eyes are filled with worry.

"Of course" you answer.

Your brother looks at you and seems to realize that you are sad.

"You don't look good, brother." He says and your father nods.

"Did you have a bad night?" he asks.

He seems to want to ask you more questions but decides against it.

He sighs and then smiles brightly at you. "Doesn't matter, it's better when you don't tell us. Come on, sit down and eat"

You know you need to play with his card and act totally normal now.

The next few days, your behavior goes colder, always the deal with your father in mind. When you never speak to Thranduil  again, your father would spare him.

It is still painful to avoid Thranduil but you have no choice but to do so.

You act like nothing happened, like everything is normal.

You play the game of your father and act like nothing is missing.

He notices your colder behavior and wants to ask you again about it but he also notices the pain behind your eyes and decides against it.

You can't help yourself, the pain that you feel for not being able to see Thranduil  anymore and the pain in your heart over the break up are unbearable.

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Timeskip 

A month later you fall sick. Unusual for an Elf.

You lie in your bed, the cold sweat covers your skin. You are shivering and you can't seem to shake off this illness.

Even after all these weeks you still don't feel good.

Your brother notices your sick-state and comes to your room. His face is filled with worry.

"Are you okay, my brother?" he ask.

You want to answer him with something normal like "yes, I just feel a bit off today" but your words seem to freeze.

"Please try to get better..."

"Brother" you whisper as he takes your hand.

"Can i ask you some and you are honest to me?"

He nods.

"Sure, my brother. Everything for you."

He smiles softly and waits for your question.

"Have you seen Thranduil  how is he?"

He looks at you surprised. His eyes get filled with worry.

"No...I haven't seen him...not today."

He looks at you. "Why? Is everything alright?"

"Why shouldn't it not?"

His eyes seem surprised.

"You know, you seem to have feelings for him."

He sighs gently. "I know you, my brother. I don't know if you know but I heard about you and him. I just want you to tell me the truth, please..."

He looks worried, while still smiling softly.

"father wanted to punish him, to protect him, i must hold the deal with father " you mumble.

"Is Father the reason why you cut that contact with him? To spare him?"

His facial expression seems more relaxed now.

"Is this what happened? My dear brother...you shouldn't have done that just to spare him. You are important too."

He seems more surprised now. "Father would never hurt him. He wants to teach him a lesson but he is no tyrant who wants to see someone hurt just because..."

He starts to speak more passionately now. "That is why I couldn't believe my words when I heard you broke contact with him."

"He is safe now, father will not hurt him or punish him as long as i don't talk or see him."

His eyes seem shocked again. "So you broke contact with him so that father would spare him?"

His voice seems worried. "Please, my brother...don't do this again. Don't sacrifice your own happiness like this. You are still young...you can't do something like this."

He looks into your red eyes again, worried and caring at the same time. "If you like Thranduil like you did before, it is fine with me. You can see him, talk to him."

He caresses your cheek in a reassuring way.

"I can't see him again, I would break the deal. He is safe now. As long as he is safe. I don't care about my feelings."

His eyes seem to be filled with worry again. "You can't do this, my brother..."

"Thranduil's safety wouldn't be in danger like this, you know that."

He caresses your cheek again and smiles slightly.

"I don't want you to suffer, my brother...please talk to father about this. Please don't let yourself suffer like this for no good reason."

He takes a deep breath and kisses your forehead.

You realize again that he is just worried about you and your pain.

"you haven't seen father as he told me to do that, also don't say how i should handle"

He still stares at you, his eyes filled with worry. He slowly nods.

He sits down on your bed and pats your place to signal you to sit next to him. You do so.

"You are right. I am sorry for telling you what to do in that situation...you are old enough to make your own decisions..."

His voice is filled with understanding.

He still stares at you and then speaks. "But my brother...your happiness is important. Please don't sacrifice it like this."

"I will think about it. But don't speak to father about it " you beg him.

He nods.

"No, I won't do that. Don't worry about it."

He smiles gently and caresses your cheek again.

"Try to sleep now and get some rest. You look still sick. Don't think about anything, my brother."

You quickly fall asleep beside your brother's care.

When you wake up, you realize that your illness has seemingly finally gone.

You feel a bit better now.

You look around and notice to your surprise that your brother is still with you.

He seems to sleep calmly while still caressing your cheek gently.

He seems to care so much for you.

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Timeskip 

A month later. You still haven't changed your behavior. 

You are getting colder day by day, you don't even notice it yourself anymore.

You even wonder what this emptiness that you feel right now might even mean as you never felt like this before.

You start to think that this might be what grief feels like, or at least a part of it.

You look at the empty spot in your life where Thranduil used to be and you can't stop but think of him, all the good memories you had when you were with him.

You start to miss him...a lot.

You are sitting in the place where you always watched Thranduil, hidden from everyone. You sit against a tree. You try to remember all the times you sat at this spot with Thranduil.

Your mind is filled with all of your moments together.

You smile but your eyes are watery.

The emptiness you feel right now...it is so big.

As you stare into the empty space beside you, a tear slowly runs down your cheek.

Suddenly you feel how your heart breaks again but this time you are really alone. You don't cry, but breathing gets difficult.

You feel the grief in your heart and try to hold it away.

You take deep and long breaths.

You try not to cry.

But all of the moments you shared together...all the memories you made...they all seem to be in the way of your efforts.

You can't help but think about him and you can't fight against the grief that fills your soul right now.

You feel a great emptiness in your heart, as if half of yourself isn't there anymore.

Your body can't hold you any longer upright and you lay on the ground.

You feel the ground and its soft touch against your skin but you still feel the sorrow and pain.

You close your eyes and lie down on the ground.

You don't want to get up anymore, you can't anymore.

The grief is overwhelming and you can't do anything against it.

You want to see him again, but you know you never will again.

The emptiness fills you more and more.

This is more pain than any wound could ever cause.

You hope that this is not happening.

You hope that it is just a bad dream and that you will wake up now.

Your eyes remain closed, you still try to ignore this feeling that is overwhelming you.

The grief is growing and it feels like this whole pain will consume you forever.

After sometime you manage to go back to your room but the next day you miss breakfast.

You try to get up but feel still too weak, the grief is overwhelming you and you fall back to your bed.

What is going on with you, why is your heart filled with all this pain?

This question runs through your head, you look at your clock. It already shows late afternoon, which is normal for you.

But you missed breakfast...and lunch.

Your head starts to hurt and you feel weak like never before. When you look at your hands and arms, you notice they have become thinner.

You close your eyes.

The grief is becoming unbearable.

Your heart feels like it is about to break.

In the darkness behind your eyes, all your memories of him flood you.

All the times you sat at this spot together.

All the times you were so happy when you were together.

All the moments that now seem impossible...

And then, the memories of how you broke contact with him start to appear again...

Your eyes fill with tears...

... and finally,

you fall asleep again.

Then your father comes into your room and tries to wake you up but you are unconscious.

He tries again and again to wake you.

"Child..." his voice seems worried.

He tries to shake your arm but you are completely unconscious.

He picks up your arm and realizes that it is really thin now.

The worry in his eyes turns into fear...

He quickly calls a healer.

The healer comes to you.

She checks your body and says "he is unconscious, but his pulse is very weak and I don't know if he will live long."

Your father's face is filled with fear and sadness.

"What..."

He gets a bit emotional now.

"My child is dying?"

The healer nods and puts her hand on your father's shoulder. "I am sorry that I have to tell you that this...this is a case of a broken heart. It is rare, but..."

Slowly your father realizes what he has done to you." Broken Heart" king Father whisper.

He still stares at you and can't believe this is happening.

All of this time, he acted as if this was all normal.

All the suffering he caused and the pain he caused you...

"Is there nothing else we can do?" He asks desperately. "There has to be a way!"

The healer stays silent and shakes her head slightly.

He looks at you again, his eyes filled with fear and sorrow.

It seems he only now realizes that he made a terrible mistake. Too late...

"He has a broken Heart right, can we not fix it, when we Get something or someone he longs for?” Father ask. Suddenly, his face lights up and he starts to think.

"Yes, it is possible. The heart can heal itself but we need something to fix this. If we give him what he longs for, his heart can definitely be healed."

He starts to run out.

"I have an idea!" he says. "But you stay here with my Child, okay? I will be back!"

The healer nods and stays with you.

You lie there unconscious while you hear the commotion around you.

Your eyes still closed.

Minutes pass and you suddenly hear the door opening.

You notice your father, he looks really happy about his idea.

He comes closer to you.

You still can hear the healer speak but do not quite understand what she says.

Then you hear someone else's voice.

"My love..?"

You hear his voice and your finger slightly twitch, still unconscious.

You feel someone touching your fingers, you even feel his breath.

"My love...can you hear me?" a beautiful voice asks.

"My love... please wake up...it's me, Thranduil."

You open your eyes slightly and look at him.

He smiles brightly at your pale face.

"My love...how are you?" he asks.

He is filled with joy now for the first time in a month.

"I'm dreaming again?" You whisper weakly.

He gently takes your hand and caresses your cheek.

"No my love, this is no dream. I am here with you."

He smiles slightly and looks at you.

"But you...you don't look well. Are you alright?"

He stares at you and you notice the worry in his eyes.

Your eyes travel through the room and land on your father. Immediately your heart stops for a second and you move your hand away from Thranduil.

Your eyes fill with distrust and fear at this moment.

You feel this big emptiness in your heart again as you stare at your father.

Your heart starts to fill with pain again as you stare at him.

Suddenly you feel another hand on your own.

You quickly turn to Thranduil who is still holding your hand.

His face is filled with love as he stares at you.

"My love, please look at me again." he says.

He caresses his thumb over your finger.

"My little butterfly...please don't be afraid."

"I'm not breaking the deal" you whisper desperate and breathless, hoping your father understands that and will not hurt Thranduil. Father looks guilty for what he has done to you.

As you try to stand up, your legs slump away.

Thranduil quickly supports you as you almost fall down.

You try to stand up but you are simply too weak.

He holds you closely in his arms and caresses your cheek.

"Easy...no need to stand up, my love."

His voice is filled with love and you feel your heart beating faster again.

Your father looks at you and still can't believe the whole situation.

"S..Son..." he starts.

He is really torn.

He seems to feel sorry for what he has done to you.

Your head turns to him. You see this guilt in his eyes. He looks back at you.

He can't even find words right now, it seems he doesn't know how to deal with this.

He feels ashamed and that shows in his eyes.

"T...this is all my fault..." he says with a shaky voice.

He looks at Thranduil and then at you, his eyes filled with grief for what he has caused you.

“I'm so sorry, my child. I will spare him forever, I'm breaking the deal and there will be no consequences for you or Thranduil.” your father says softly and also guilty.

Your eyes slowly travel over to Thranduil, missed his presence.

The moment you look at Thranduil, your heart starts to beat faster, slowly filling with warmth again.

Your eyes meet his own...you are lost in his eyes.

He looks like a god you can't believe is real.

You forget about your father completely as you only focus on this beautiful face in front of you.

Your arms start to move up and you want to touch his face but you still lie in your bed, so weak that you don't even know if that would be a good idea.

Thranduil stares back at you, his face bright with love as he strokes your hair.

He smiles warmly and seems really happy for the first time in the last month.

He still can't believe you are there again.

"My love...I am so glad you are letting me back in. I missed you, the last months were really hard...but I am so happy that you are here again and that we can make everything right."

He can't stop his warm smile and holds you tightly.

He starts to kiss your cheek again.

As you look at Thranduil again, you notice how much he still loves you.

He looks at you and smiles gently.

His face is filled with relief as he notices you looking at him again.

It seems he misses you a lot.

And there appears another question in your mind again:

How could you break contact with him just to spare him?

This question just floats through your mind while you stare at Thranduil. Your eyes remain fixed on his while you can feel his touch on your hand.

Your eyes fill with joy and love as you look at him. There is nothing like his presence by your side.

You smile softly and caress his cheek.

He looks at you gently and caresses your other cheek.

"Butterfly..." he whispers and you feel his breath tickling your ear.

He starts to lean closer and then gives you a kiss.

You feel his breath again and your heart starts to beat faster. Your mind is filled with thoughts and it seems you can't focus on something else at this moment.

The only person you want to see at the moment is Thranduil.

You miss him, you miss his warmth and his love.

He still holds you in his arms and caresses your cheek.

"I missed you, my little butterfly."

He kisses your forehead gently while looking at you.

His presence is so calming and right now you only want to be in his arms and nowhere else.

Thranduil still supports you with one hand.

He caresses your cheek with his other hand and smiles at you.

“I'm so sorry, Thranduil. I just wanted to protect you.” You whisper guilty, with tears in your eyes.

“I forgive you, I now know you have just done that to protect me. I'm a Guard of your father but something you want to protect.” He answers soothing.

"I missed you a lot, my love." he says.

He pulls your body a bit closer to him.

"I never want to be alone again… never want to be separated from you again..." he whispers.

He is completely honest with you at this moment and you notice that you can't believe how much he loves you.

He just wants to be with you and it seems like he doesn't need anything else in the whole world...except for you.

Thranduil notices your eyes and looks at you.

He caresses your cheek and smiles.

He can't believe that you are now together again.

He looks at you while keeping one of your hands.

He strokes your hair.

"My love...we are together again."

His eyes shine, he still can't believe it.

He looks at your father and then at you.

Thranduil looks back at you, his eyes filled with love.

You take a deep breath and the pain that fills your heart becomes a bit bearable.

The emptiness is still there but Thranduil 's love is taking away most of it.

You smile slightly.

"My love." you whisper finally.

He looks at you. "My love." he whispers and then kisses your forehead gently.

He caresses your cheek and takes your hand in his again.

Thranduil still holds you and caresses your hair gently.

You can see the love and worry in his eyes.

He seems to be happy to see you awake but is also concerned for your health.

He looks at you with care.

You miss his presence like never before.

These months without him filled you with emptiness and this emptiness still fills you at this very moment.

He stares into your eyes while still feeling the warmth of his breath.

It will take you a while to be completely healthy again, but with Thranduil by your side, you will become stronger day by day and will soon be yourself again.