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intoxicated-chan · 3 months

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𝐀 𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐜𝐞 & 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 ⚘ 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘

Summary ➳ Thorin’s heart swears to despise each and every dragon, but how could he come to hate its rider who longs for a home as he does?

Extra Information ➳ (Y/n) appeared in Mirkwood twenty three years ago with a baby dragon perched on her shoulder. Thranduil took her in to keep a promise to an old friend.

(A/n) ➳ I started writing this mid November of last year back when I started the Hobbit. I plan to upload this series either Spring or Winter. Feedback is greatly appreciated. I feel like this is more of my better works considering I wanted it to feel like the Hobbit/LOTR.

Word Count ➳ 610

Content Warnings ➳ Female Targaryen Reader, 3rd P.O.V, mentions the Doom of Valyria, mentions of death…

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(Y/n) watched from the corner, watching as each dwarf was pushed into a cell. Their complaints were falling on death’s ears.

She stepped out from the shadows and towards Legolas’s direction, wanting to know where the dwarves came from.

“What do you know of dragons, girl?” The dwarf’s voice was gruff, laced with bitterness as he eyed the dragon sigils embroidered into her clothing. “You wear it like a badge of honor.”

(Y/n) eyed him as well, realizing who the dwarf in the cell was. “You’re Thorin Oakenshield? Heir to the throne of Erebor.”

Thorin’s fists clenched around the iron bars. “You have yet to answer my question.”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened in amazement. “I cannot believe it. I’ve-”

“(Y/n)! Dina!” Legolas commanded her to come. “Get away from the dwarf.”

With that, she walked away, leaving no room for Thorin or (Y/n) to say anything.

“Must you speak to them?” Legolas sneered, following you down the steps. “What reason do you have?”

“I’ve always wanted to see the infamous Thorin Oakenshield. It was not disappointing.”

“...Is it?”

(Y/n) nodded, a smile on her lips. “Yes. If what they say is true… If they reclaim the mountain, I would love to see the glory of Erebor.”

Legolas froze in his steps. “I am beginning to wonder where your allegiance lies.”

“What makes you wonder that?”

“...Go, I need to report to the King.”

She rolled her eyes, asking herself if her curiosity made Legolas or anyone else question her loyalty.

Of course, her loyalty lies with Thranduil, he saved her and took a human and a dragon in. A human not from this world.

The sun had begun to set when (Y/n) stood at Thorin’s cell. “Might I ask you something?” She began, breaking the silence.

He looked up at her, eyes wary. “What is it? Dragon rider?”

“If you had no memories of the kingdom or its riches, would you still fight to reclaim it?”

“Yes.” He answered without hesitation. “For it is not the gold or treasures that drive me, but the honor and memory of my kin who were lost. To reclaim Erebor is to honor their memory, to give those who wish for their home.”

He stepped closer to the bars as he spoke his words, loudly enough for the rest of the Company to hear. He spoke with bravery and pride, not a single once of shame in them.

(Y/n) listened to his words closely. It made her think of her own home, the writing of the book could not describe the doom correctly.

Only a dream, unsure if it came true…

(Y/n) became lost in her thoughts, she began to speak aloud. “I wonder…” She uttered. “What it would be to see Valyria, to walk the streets, see the dragons fly into the sky with my people on its back. I wonder if any Targaryens remain.”

She sighed, sitting down on the steps. “I wonder if the dream was true and the doom of my home was correct.”

Thorin, still irate from the encounter from earlier but genuinely curious about her side of dragons, sat as well. “Was it taken?”

“It was destroyed. A Targaryen had a dream, D… Daenys had a dream. She had foresaw the destruction. But I have no way to know if it was true, I do not know if Valyria still stands or if any Targaryens remain to rule the skies.”

(Y/n) looked up to the ceiling, closing her eyes to remember how Valyria was described. “To be home. I would give my life just to see it.”

“…May you find your way home, dragon rider… And safely.”

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dearsnow · 10 months

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THE MOON WILL SING

- the moon hums a tune only elvish ears can pick up. (legolas x gn!human!reader, fluff, idk if you guys will be able to understand the symbolism but it makes sense to me…)

word count: 576

a/n - this is my first legolas piece :) it’s not the quality i would like it to be, but i came out of a writing slump not too long ago so 🤷 it is what it is <3 much thanks to @minaturefics for inspiring this 💕

For once, the night is peaceful. The birds are chirping, as are the crickets, and the trees are swaying to their tune. There are creaks and chitters, crackles and buzzes and the occasional snore from the fellowship sleeping so close to you. The forest is alive, and it is the greatest thing you have ever heard. The melody is softer than music and louder than thunder, existing in a sort of beautiful in-between. The world is perfect, you think. Nothing can compare. And, of course, the world gave you the elf sitting quietly next to you.

“Could you not sleep either?” You whisper, not wanting to disturb the woodsy strums filtering through the wildlife around you. Legolas shakes his head.

“It is a heavenly night.” He whispers back. “It is times like these when I can hear the moon sing her quiet song.” His figure is illuminated by starlight, casting his features in an otherworldly glow. In that moment, he looks ethereal. He picks a fallen leaf between his fingers and smoothes it with a gentle touch.

You look up at the sky, and he looks at you. “What is she saying?” You ask.

He takes a breath, his words forming clouds in the air. “Something joyous in words I cannot begin to understand.” He places the leaf down, grasping your hands in his. “She tells me something, in thought.” He murmurs, looking deep into your eyes. His own are like pools that forever draw you in. “She tells me that I love you like her.”

You are stunned for a moment. You know he likes you, as you do him, but love is another thing entirely. It is something you feel in kind, though you have not found the words to express it until now. You grip his hands back, searching for something to ground you in this moment. All you can find is soft palms and the stars urging you forward. “And I love you like the sun.” You choke out. There is something so beautifully tender in his gaze. “You may ask the sun in the morning, though. I am sure they will say the same.” He laughs gently and quietly, a melodious sound.

“I will be sure to.” He reasons. He reaches out to cup your face in his palms. “You must rest, meleth nin.” His fingers swipe over your cheekbones.

You hesitate. “I would not want to on this comely night, unless you slept as well.” He squints at you, the action just barely visible in the night.

“I need not to, though I will lie with you if that is what you wish.” He smiles. His smile is one you have adored since the moment you met him. You have adored him since the moment you met him, and this midnight interaction is proof enough. There will never be another being so suited to you as he.

“I wish it.” You say quietly, tone hopeful. He nods just once and wraps his arm around you, slowly pulling you down to the plush forest floor.

You stay like that for a long time, with his touch sending fire through your veins as his breath lulls you to sleep. The swaying forest and the beaming moon look down on you. Though it is too hushed for you to hear, the moon will always sing her song to deaf ears. And, of course, Legolas will always be there to sing it to you.

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mlmxreader · 1 month

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Kill Our Friendship | Legolas x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Hi can I request “When you've known someone a long time, you just want to kiss them just to see if they're a good kisser. There's nothing wrong with that, right?” With Legolas please? ❞

: ̗̀➛ To perform one small little action will kill a friendship, but maybe that's for the best.

: ̗̀➛ n/a

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You were comfortable as you strolled through the woods with Legolas at your side, all too aware of his hand lingering beside yours, so close that you could almost feel his fingers brush against your own so deftly; it wasn't far now, the small little clearing that sat at the edge of the expansive lake.

There was a small raft waiting for you there, tied to some weeds and some bushes, anchored against the bank. It was made of old wood, but it was sturdy in its frame; it could easily hold you and Legolas without a doubt, and you were excited to show it to him.

After all, you had spent so long crafting it that there was only one person in the world you deemed important enough to see it.

You caved in, linking your fingers with his and swinging your hands back and forth a little bit; it made you smile, especially when he looked at you so softly and so warmly. In his blue eyes was a hidden summertime that never ended, and when he smiled, it seemed as if the seasons were forever stuck there.

Legolas dared to smile, practically skipping along beside you until you tugged him over to the little raft at last. Amongst the expansive lake, it was easy to tell that it went on for miles. The murky dark olive colour calming along with the thick scent of the bushes and trees.

You finally let go of his hand, kneeling down for a moment to untie the raft. Legolas wasn't far behind, helping you to get it onto the water's body; he jumped on it beside you, lying on his back and letting the sun hit his skin.

You lowered yourself down next to him, your temple pressed against his and your hand finding its way to his; fingers interlocking tightly. You could only hum as you smiled, clearing your throat and trying not to show how anxious you really were.

"What do you think?"

Legolas grinned as he closed his eyes. "How did you manage to do this without anyone knowing?"

You shrugged, letting out a quiet laugh. "You aren't the only one who can be so stealthy, you know."

He laughed along for a second before falling into a comfortable silence with you; he rarely got the time to be so close, and he appreciated every single second that he could get.

It was his favourite thing, to be close with you and to actually be there with you whenever it was possible. He loved it, he loved you.

But of course, there was a... certain expectation. Legolas was a Prince, after all, and you were not of royal blood of any kind; but you had been friends for so long, always joined at the hip, that it was impossible to get you away from him and vice versa.

He knew that if he was going to act on his feelings, it would surely bring about the death and ruin of friendship - but when he opened his eyes to see you undressing, it was all too tempting for him to finally admit how he felt.

Your body was the most brilliant thing he had ever seen; every inch of exposed flesh slowly creating a masterpiece until you were left with nothing but your skivvies on. You laid back down, all too aware of his gaze, and awkwardly shifted onto your side; resting your head against your hand and letting your elbow dig into the wood.

"Why are you staying at me like that?"

Legolas shrugged as he met your gaze, swallowing thickly and trying to ignore it all. The racing, heavy pounding of his heart in the cavern of his chest. The little droplets of sweat forming on his palms. The slight shake of his fingers.

"When you've known someone a long time, you just want to kiss them just to see if they're a good kisser. There's nothing wrong with that, right?"

You shook your head, trying not to smile as you swallowed thickly, letting your free hand rest on his chest. "Not at all... I may have wondered myself, here and there..."

His gaze flicked to your mouth for a moment, and he slowly reached out; his thumb just in front of your ear and his fingers desperately clinging behind it as he leaned in slightly. "Shall we find out?"

You nodded, softly whispering "yes" before leaning in yourself; clumsily, Legolas moved to straddle your waist, letting his other hand copy the position of the other as you clung to his shoulders. Finally, he sealed the kiss.

It started out so chaste, but you could not help it; gathering his platinum hair in your hand and tugging it softly. He grinned, kissing you harder and harsher as you eagerly and desperately tried to keep up. But it couldn't last forever, and he pulled away when the need for air started to creep into his chest.

"That was..." he breathed out, nodding. "If it would be alright with you, I'd like to do it again."

You nodded back, trying not to act so fucking eager. "I'd like that, actually."

He smiled, a little relaxed as he pressed his forearms either side of your head and allowed some of the anxious tension to drop from his body. "Can I ask you something?"

"Always."

"Can we kill this friendship?" He asked quietly. "And become something else?"

You shrugged, gently playing with his hair as you nodded slowly. "I would like that, actually. Especially if that something else means you'll keep kissing me like that."

Slowly, a grin spread across his face, and he nodded as he licked his lips, his gaze dropping to your mouth. "I'll kiss you like that as many times as you wish, beloved. All you have to do is ask."

"All I have to do is ask?"

"Yes," he breathed out. "Just ask, and I will happily oblige."

"Alright," you agreed. "Legolas, if you'd be so kind... kiss me again, please?"

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just-a-little-cellist · 1 year

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Lord Of The Rings Preferences: How They Kiss You

(A/N: wahey my LOTR rewatch is finished so here comes the content :P if there's a specific scenario you want or another character you'd like me to add, send it to my ask box and I'll see what I can do!

!!edited to add characters!!)

(Includes Sam, Pippin, Aragorn, Legolas, Boromir and Faramir x Gender neutral reader)

Sam:

Oh Sam is shyyyyyyy when it comes to kissing you. He's always so nervous about doing something wrong in the early stages of your relationship, so his kisses are sweet but cautious - you might have to take the lead until he gets more comfortable. Bonus: if you run your fingers through his hair while you kiss him his brain completely shuts out.

Pippin:

Pippin has absolutely no experience with this sort of thing but more than makes up for it with sheer enthusiasm. One of his favourite ways to tease you is to dot kisses all over your face whenever he gets chance (but if you do the same thing to him he will go bright red). If you even hint at the idea of making out with him he's thrilled but doesn't know what to do with himself, and probably runs to Merry in a panic to ask about it.

Aragorn:

As can be expected, Aragorn is deeply passionate with his affection for you. While not one to initiate it, he isn't opposed to PDA, but he vastly prefers finding a secluded area for just the two of you where he can take his time appreciating you. He tends to get a little more rough or possessive when kissing you after you've been in a dangerous situation or recently reunited (wrists pinned over your head against a tree kind of rough), and this is met with a lot of teasing from the Fellowship if they walk in on it.

Legolas:

Legolas has less experience than you might think, however he's a very quick learner and quickly eases into the familiarity of your affection. His kisses are slow and soft, and more frequent than you expect - once he's with you he realises how touch starved he is. He's most likely taller than you, and he absolutely loves if you tug him down by his shirt to kiss him. (Pull his hair as well, he will MELT.)

Boromir:

Boromir is incredibly open about expressing his affection towards you and is absolutely one for grand displays of romance. He's the type to pick you up and spin you before planting a long, sweet kiss on your lips, mostly because he loves how flustered it makes you when he catches you off guard, but also because he loves to show you off as his. He also hugs you from behind a lot and will litter your neck with kisses whenever he gets chance.

Faramir:

did somebody say HOPELESS ROMANTIC? All of Faramir's actions serve to prove how hopelessly in love with you he is, and kissing you is no different. He gets lost in the feeling of you every single time and treats you so gently, as if you might fade away in front of him. He'll usually cup your cheek as he kisses you, fingertips tracing your jawline, or he'll tuck your hair behind your ear and softly tilt your chin up to look at him before he leans in. This man is basically just the epitome of a romance novel.

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madwomansapologist · 11 months

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Autumn Thunderstorm | Chapter 1 - A way to break the ice

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series synopsis: Thranduil thought the recent attack of spiders on a periphery village was the only thing deserving of his attencion. If he could've imagined what he would found there, who he would found there, the Elvenking would wait a millenia in front of that river so he could see her sooner. Or: how Gandalf managed to keep a secret for 14 months.

first chapter synopsis: Thranduil traveled to a village that reported spider attacks with his army to protect those who need it, and accepted when a respected family offered their inn so his army could rest. He didn't expect to find a mage there. Or for the dam to break. [3K]

warnings: female!reader. lotr kinda of violence. pre-Smaug.

glossary: Lossëistar: Ice Mage┆Mithrandir: Grey Pilgrim┆

Gandalf it's a recuring face in the inn. In some months he appears twice, mostly at the end of the year when he don't have anything else to do, but he never goes more than a month without coming back. Even if he can stay only for a day or two, he always comes back.

Gandalf has been to so many places. Met so many people. Lives so many adventures. So why does he keep coming back? It's just a normal village filled with normal people living normal lives. It's a good place to live, but not the kind of place people want to visit.

"I will see you next month?" Helping him saddle the sorrel, you asked the obvious. Goodbyes were never your forte. Hearing more, even if it's something you've heard before, is better than being silent for the whole time. You already miss him.

You led the horse out of the inn's stable, petting it. The cool breeze made your hair fly. Autumn has begun to announce itself. The sorrel tried to run away, but you held him in place.

"There is someone I need to visit, a master who needs advice", you know that tone of voice. Gandalf uses it whenever you do something stupid. Something as recurrent as his presence at the inn. Someone is about to hear a stern lectur, and you're so relieved it's not you.

"Good luck to the poor person you will pay a visit." You say as he mounts the sorrel. Part of you is still surprised that someone so old would be able to ride a horse so easily, but looks can be deceiving. Gandalf is older than he looks, as well as more skilled.

Gandalf appreciated the river that cut through the property, focusing on the sound of water lapping against rocks. It was one of the reasons for the inn to be so popular. Away from the village center, higher on the mountain, there the water was so calm. So crystalline. But in the background Gandalf could see the high wooden dam. It held back the stormy river, ensuring that it wouldn't run to the waterfall miles ahead and crash against the village.

Suddenly a familiar fear gripped your body. He always comes back, but you're always afraid that one day he'll realize this is just a waste of his time. And if one day he decides not to come back, you'll be alone. "You will not forget about me, will you?"

Awakened by your voice, Gandalf faced you. His voice went softer. "Continuing to ask will not change the answer."

"But why do you keep coming back?" The sorrel stirred. You had to take a step back, and you could felt that Gandalf would use that to move away without really answering you. "You really do not know what happened to me before my awakening? Why did you help me?"

"Continuing to ask will not change the answer." Gandalf led the horse away. And so he goes, without really answering you. As always. "Farewell, persistent girl, and do not cause troubles."

"I can't promise anything." Gandalf sighed. He knows you're being honest in the same way you know he isn't. "Good ridance, Gandalf!"

You stood still, watching him go down the mountain. When he disappeared into the ash trees, taking some of your fear with him, you took a deep breath and remembered that you had a lot to do. Aerin is a kind landlady, but she made it clear that your stay would not be paid with grateful smiles and friendly words.

Gandalf is always travelling, you never have an address to send letters. He usually sends you a letter a week, but you never have a way to respond. But inside the stable, surrounded by horses that needed your attention, work managed to override your concern. Everything would be fine. Everything always turns out fine.

So why does you feel like something bad will happen?

"Breakfast!" You served each horse a mixture of fresh grass, hay and silage, thereby distracting them to prepare a new bedding for them. "Good morning, beauties."

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Elrond called the Counsil.

Four hundred years of peace. The enemy was dead. Sauron was dead. It's being a long time, but something had awakened in Rivendell. Something dark and hungry. Something that none could ignore. Evil things did not come into that valley, but maybe something was born there.

"That is not enough to think something is happening", Saruman explained. Sitting in his armchair, Saruman's pearly tunica appeared to be floating as he move his hand. "Orcs and spiders? Not enough."

Galadriel countered the room. Her white gown gleamed at every step, almost hurting the eyes of those who dare to look direct at it. Just almost, the temptation to look at her was bigger than the discomfort.

"It would not." Galadriel whispered. "But we are not talking about ocasional attacks. It's strategical. They are hunting something. Something south of Rivendell."

Gandalf glared at Saruman. He grabbed his staff, holding it closer to him. That subject wasn't on a good path. Not a good path for them.

The Istari came in five. Not that anyone but Elrond, Cirdan and Galadriel knew what they really are. The rest of the world see them as inopportune pilgrims, but they're so much more than that.

Saruman the White, a Maia of Aulë, leader of the White Counsil. The enemy of Sauron. The one who advice great lords, who is responsible for the biggest events, present whenever a important choice needs to be made. When the War of the Ring start, he will be the one fighting Sauron.

Gandalf the Grey, a Maia of Manwë and Varda. The one to defeat evil by the lives of commons. The wiser. When the War of Ring start, Gandalf will be with the soldiers and squires.

Radagast the Brow, a Maia of Yavanna. The protector of Nature and it's life. The avenger of animals and plants. When the War of Ring start, he won't interfere. Saruman don't speak to him since he made his decision.

And there are the two blueses. The ones whos only purpose is to defend humans. Different than Gandalf, they don't organize humans. Different than Saruman, they don't empower them. They're here to purely defend humans from Sauron. Saruman pretend they don't exist. It's been years since Gandalf spoke their names. Elrond and Galadriel often ask about them, but they resufe to answer.

Saruman looked into his tired eyes, and Gandalf understood what he was saying: "Do not".

Elrond was bewitched by the landscape in front of him. He could see the river, the montains, the infinity of the sky. And he felt it. A shadow that grows in the dark. Elrond still not sure if it's something evil, but it's powerful. "Sauron have..."

"Do not even start with this!" Saruman nodded. "Sauron is dead. He is done."

At one point while Saruman and master Elrond discussed, Saruman's only argument being the death of Sauron and Elrond trying to use some logic to explain his fear, Gandalf heard a voice on his head. "What are you hiding from us, Mithrandir?"

Gandalf smiled at Galadriel. His white long beard almost covered it, but she saw it. "Nothing."

"We are not summoned to argue about the Enemy's existence." Thraunduil rose from his chair, but it would take a fool to not perceive how, even simple and identical to those of the other counsil members, it looked like a throne. Thranduil was a king, his presence lived up to his reputation. "We are here to put an end to these vermin."

"Finally someone with a agile mind", Saruman intonate. He was relieved someone changed the topic.

Master Elrond sit down. "This horde keep reproducing. Until we find the nest, the spiders will keep coming back."

"Then we know what to do." Thranduil put and end to the endless discussion. "Mine guar..."

The door was flung open, shaking the council room. A sweaty, breathless messenger leaned against it, legs shaking with exhaustion. His eyes met Elrond's, who immediately rose and approached. "We found another litter."

"Where?" Galadriel asked.

"Above the tributaries of the Bruinen River, in the gorge of the last dam." The messenger straightened up. "They're at least twelve."

"Wake up the intendant," Elrond ordered. "Tell him to prepare my armor."

Saruman swallowed hard. It would be too close. If Elrond... He glared at Gandalf, hoping he could think of an excuse. Elrond would need just a look to recognized her. He can't be near the dam.

"In a token of gratitude for your hospitality," Thranduil made his way near to Elrond. He touched his shoulder, squeezing it gently. Kind words, but attention would show that pride lurked among them. "Let me defeat these insects for you."

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They rode in twenty. Led by the Elvenking, the little guard entered the mangrove with their golden armour lit by the midday sun. Protected from the rear by the Elvenking, the little guard came out of the mangrove with their bloody armour lit by the sunset.

They were still twenty.

"Our mounts need to rest before our return", Gildor saddle his sorrel. One of Elrond's captains, he was the one that managed to map the nest and guided Thranduil and his guard to annihilate the spiders. "Just like your elk, your grace."

Thranduil carressed his brave elk. A longtime companion, that faced bigger threats than a nest of spiders. He wasn't tired, Thranduil could ride back to his realm if he wanted to, but his men needed to rest. "We went through a village, didn't we?"

"Yes, your grace", Gildor pointed to a trampled tail. "An inn favored by master Elrond would gladly welcome us, with comfort and food for us and our mounts. I took the liberty of sending a letter to inform our stay when we were getting organized in Rivendell."

It was a long road. The trail ran along the mountain, climbing towards the setting sun. The sound of running water showed that they were arriving, but what really made them understand that the path had ended was the sound of chitchat. Coming out from the trees, the Elvenking and his men were greeted by dozens of people.

The grooms approached first, taking the horses from the guards with many smiles and promises of good care. As the king descended from his elk, everyone bowed and thanked him for defeating the spiders. Leading the small crowd, a short, plump lady approached.

"Lady Aerin, the owner of the inn", Gildor whispered to Thranduil.

"I imagine it must have been a long and painful journey, your grace." Aerin used sweet words, but it was clear that she practiced them a few times. "All my employees shall respond to your orders, no matter what they are. I know my little inn is nothing compared to your castle, but I hope it brings you comfort."

It was obviously true, but it was modest to say that this was a small inn. It was an immense structure, perhaps six floors high, and the long stables were visible even from the entrance. Nothing compared to a castle, but it certainly wasn't small.

Aerin was kind, personally guiding the king to his chambers. While everyone bathed, supper was cooked and the horses tended. The sun had already set when they gathered for supper, and the food was delicious.

"It's a very lovely inn", Thranduil tried to calm Aerin. Her nervousness was clear.

"Oh, your grace, that's very kind of you." The old lady smiled, then went back to her food. The lull was marvelous, but it didn't last long. But this time, Aerin was trying to whisper to her son. Trying, not succeeding. "Why is she taking so long? I'm starting to worry."

Gildor took a sip from his wine. "You talk about the Lossëistar?"

Aerin was surprised he could hear her. After all, she was so subtle. "She was supossed to be back by now. It's a long way to the fair, but not that long."

"Lossëistar?" Thranduil was interested. "An elve mage life here?"

Aerin and Gildor glared at one another. Gildor was the one that responded Thranduil. "Not exactly an elve, not exactly a mage."

His interest got bigger. "Explain yourself."

Aerin sighed. "She... Look, I don't mean to gossip, I really don't." She looked around the room, and began to whisper. "We don't really know what she is. She definitely isn't human. But an elve... I don't think she's tall enough to be one."

Thranduil laughed at Aerin's honesty. "What's the cause of such confusion?"

The younger boy, Aerin's son, responded before his mom could. "She's weird. Gandalf worries about her."

"Beren!" Aerin scolded him. "Keep yourself silent!"

Thranduil's interest turned into something else. Gandalf isn't exactly a friend, as he often delivers bad news and forget who's the ruler, but Thranduil is wiser to not underestimate him. Elrond and Galadriel care for him, and Thranduil respect their wit. If Gandalf has someone under his wing, then he has his reasons. Thranduil can't help but to wonder why.

Before he could ask more, the creak of the entrance door was heard. "Lady Aerin," a female voice echoed to the hall. It was melodic, Thranduil could sense the happiness. "You won't believe what I found!"

You entered the hall holding a basket full of fabrics, herbs and pots. "Close your eyes, it's a surprise." You were looking for something inside the basket as you walked towards the hall, not even noticing that it wasn't empty.

Thranduil swallowed hard.

Your dress was wrinkled and muddy, the marks of a long, busy day of walking. Your loose hair, falling around your shoulders, framed your face with a sense of freedom. The smile on your lips, so simple and true, carried such lightness. Your crooked steps, of those who need to balance their weight with the heavy basket in order not to fall, were lit by candles. There were violets in your eyes. They glowed. You glowed, even without intention.

"Lossëistar", Aerin called. "We're not alone."

Your smiled died before you rose your face. Lossëistar. It's been more than a year, but she never called you by your name. Don't matter what you say, they never hear you. What's the reason to keep trying? But then you rose your face, and you disappointment turned into shame.

"Your grace", you bowed. "Pardon for the interruption."

Thranduil took a deep breath. He could smell the salty scent, a mixture of earth and herbs, emanating from you. A shiver rose the Elvenking's spine. "Apparently you're late."

"You're supossed to be here two hours ago", said Aerin. "Are you fine, kid?"

"The horse you borrowed me wasn't obedient." You looked up. Your eyes alternated between Thranduils's and Aerin's. With a sign of his head, you slowly stand up. You may be a fool on a few subjects, but you always know when your presence isn't expected. With another bow, you walked towards the entrance. "Have a good night."

"Supper with us." Thranduil didn't control his own tongue. There was something about you that intrigued him. He repeated to himself that he was only trying to find out what interested Gandalf, but he was too clever to be so easily deceived.

"Your grace is so kind, but she don't need to", Aerin thought it was the right thing to say. "I'll bring you a plate when we're done. Thank him, Lossëistar, for his generosity."

Thranduil's voice was heard again. But this time it was different. It was less graceful, less friendly. It was the voice of a leader, and a tired one. "What makes you think that an invitation to dinner and a cold dish are equivalent?"

Aerin blinked. "I'm sorry, your grace. I thought..."

"Join us, lady", the Elvenking looked into your eyes.

Unsure of how to proceed, you followed in silence to the empty armchair at the end of the table. Next to Aerin's son, who was staring at you in a way you couldn't identify, one of the employees served a plate. Conversation returned, Gildor launched into a subject that made the tension in the air dissipate, but you could feel the weight of the Elvenking gaze.

"The last time we saw each other", Gilgor smiled at you. "You still didn't knew how to ride."

You smiled at him, but discomfort gripped your body. You were too dirty, too tired, to sit across from a king. You must have reeked of mud and riding horses. How was your face? And your hair? He's very kind, kinder than the stories about the Mirkwood elves, but it was humiliating.

"I'm still learning." You tried to sound comfortable on your own skin. "I'm not the best, but also not the worst."

"Certainly a stimulant way of thinking, Lossëistar."

"I'm sure you have a name, my lady." Thranduil didn't bother smiling. It was weird the way people didn't addressed you by your name.

"I... I do." You bit your tongue. "People just don't use it."

"So it's about time we change this."

A warmth took over your cheeks. You told him your name, and only then you noticed how long it been since you last heard it. It felt nice to have the Elvenking saying it, almost testing how it sounded on his tongue.

But everything was forgotten after the explosion. The guards got up, not sure what was going on, but you knew that sound. It was the sound of work. The sound of letters and more letters of complaint being ignored. The sound of the dozens of times the village had to rebuild everything because they didn't fix the problem while there was still time. It was the sound of water. And it was near.

You drank the rest of your wine before getting up. "A moment, please."

You ran out of the inn. As imagined, the dam had broken. The second time this month. "That's what happens when you keep solving it," you said to yourself. "They know you're going to fix everything so they don't even bother doing something."

Mist dominated the river bank. You took a deep breath and ran closer to the forest, as far away as possible. You took a bow out of your pocket and tied your hair in a tight knot. The last thing you needed was something clinging to your face. You heard the screams of some of the guards, but didn't let that distract you.

It raced down the gorge, skipping the bank and destroying everything in its path. You could hear the trees bending, you could feel the cold, hard wind burning your face. When the trees behind you shuddered, you knew you could start. So you ran towards the river.

You ran and ran and ran. You stopped walking on leaves to step on land, then you stopped stepping on land to run over the river. And you didn't dive. You just ran, a thin layer of ice forming with each step, and you ran towards the pouring water. And when it was so close she could crush you, knock the air out of your lungs and claim it as it's own, you stuck out your finger and touch the wave.

And as quickly as it started, it ended. It ended with you standing in the middle of the river, with tons of frozen water in front of you, and a speechless Elvenking.

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Winter Forest (Legolas x f!reader) > part 3

PART ONE /// PART TWO

a/n: at long last, the third and final part of this story! 🥳 I hope it meets your expectations, because I definitely enjoyed writing this. let me know how you liked it, and consider reblogging to share it with more people who might enjoy it. 💗 lots of fluff ahead, you’re not ready 🤭

SUMMARY: [Y/N], Lord Elrond’s daughter, and Prince Legolas form a close friendship from their earliest childhoods. This story follows significant moments between them and how their relationships progresses over time. This part happens around the end of The Return of the King, and after.

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E I G H T

[Y/N] was standing on a balcony, wistfully staring into the distance as she surveyed all of her surroundings. It was the day before they all charged into the final battle in order to try and divert Sauron’s attention from Frodo, so he could at last complete his mission. If he was even alive, that was. Her thoughts were all shades of gloomy as she drew in deep breaths, suddenly finding new appreciation for mundane everyday occurrences, such as standing on balconies at sunset. There was an unmistakable bothersome pain in her right ankle, a souvenir from her careless horse-riding days, but she tried hard not to let anybody see her discomfort; any extra discouragement at the time was needless. But pushing on was the right thing to do.

Legolas stood a small distance behind her, so calmly that she didn’t even take notice of it, and taking in a different kind of view – his closest friend, the person he loved, and he wondered how many more times he’d have the chance to look at her. It was unlike him to be pessimistic but, to put it mildly, the odds weren’t exactly in their favor for this battle. The blond elf admired [Y/N], her hair in the soft breeze, last rays of sunlight kissing her skin, as she fidgeted with something in the palm of her hand. Unaware that anyone was nearby, the girl winced quietly at the pain in her ankle, and Legolas was by her side in the blink of an eye.

“I had no idea you were even there,” she looked at him sheepishly, but quickly put on a brave face. “I was just out here taking in the view.”

“So was I,” Legolas looked at her so intently that she felt blood rush to her cheeks instantaneously, “but I could not help wondering whether something was causing you pain.”

“Besides the inevitable doom awaiting us tomorrow?” [Y/N] chuckled darkly. “There is nothing that should concern you.” She could see in Legolas’ eyes that he didn’t quite believe her.

“Is there?” the blond interrogated her further. “You know that I know you, [Y/N],” his voice dropped low, almost becoming a whisper. [Y/N] gulped, turning away from him and clutching something in her hand.

“I think I do not need to be adding onto the pile of problems we are currently facing,” she gulped, avoiding the prince’s gaze, and suddenly finding herself on the verge of tears. [Y/N] was aware that Legolas knew she was in pain, and that he knew she was still a bit too stubborn to admit it. As he gently reached out for her hand, the elf let out a shaky breath – there was only one right thing to do now.

“You could never… I love you,” he breathed out, feeling as if someone else had just said those immense words. He grasped the girl’s hand as she finally turned to face him with teary eyes, only just realizing how closely they were standing. All the outside noises were suddenly muted. [Y/N] gathered the courage to finally look into Legolas’ eyes; her lower lip trembled, but she squeezed his hand in return.

“You...love me?” she inquired wide-eyed, the corners of her lips subconsciously twisting upward and heat rushing into her cheeks. “Since when?” she almost laughed in a mixture of happiness and disbelief, and quickly opened her clenched fist to place the broken little arrow shaft on the stone wall, so she could also take his other hand in hers. Legolas’ glanced at the little artifact on the wall, his eyes glimmering in recognition. He didn’t know why, but it gave him just a little bit of courage. If [Y/N] had kept it all those years, it must have meant something.

“I do not now when it began,” the taller elf smiled, feeling more confident with their hands intertwined, “perhaps when you negotiated archery lessons in exchange for pretty rocks from your collection,” he held her hands close to his chest now and they were fully facing each other, “perhaps when I found you injured after riding a wild horse,” he chuckled, drawing out a giggle from [Y/N], “perhaps when I wanted to kiss you but you bit me on the nose and ran away.” A radiant smile was now adorning Legolas’ face, and [Y/N] had a similar one. “I cannot say certainly when it started, but I do know that you have been a part of me for as long as I can remember.”

“And I love you,” she finally uttered in a voice trembling with excitement and emotion, “I have loved you all my life.” She touched his cheek gently with her hand, thinking how ethereal he looked with the golden sunset glow on his handsome features. Suddenly overwhelmed with emotions, and with the way Legolas was looking at her with pure adoration in his eyes, she hugged him with all her might, and the elf immediately wrapped his slender arms around her frame. They looked out at the radiant sky which looked like a masterful painting – a farewell from the world they had known all their lives, and a prologue for darkness that was almost certainly awaiting them. It felt almost sinful to be basking in love and sunlight at a time like that, and simultaneously, there was no better time to be doing it.

“I cannot believe it has taken us so long to just…admit all of that,” [Y/N] mused, her voice muffled by Legolas’ chest.

“Had I not said it now, I would have spent the rest of my life regretting it,” Legolas sighed and pressed a kiss to the top of [Y/N]’s head. “I just want you to be alright.” He confessed, a strain of terrifying thoughts about the upcoming battle cutting through his serene mind.

“I will be,” [Y/N] moved away only as much as was necessary to look up into the elf’s face, “you know that I always am. And besides… this time I will have you.” She smiled so warmly that his heart almost stopped beating for a second. How was it possible to look at someone with so much love? He must be the luckiest person in the world, he thought.

“You have me, meleth nin,” he cradled [Y/N]’s face in his hands, “you have had me the whole time.” All that [Y/N] needed to do to indicate what she wanted, was to slightly tilt her head, and within a heartbeat Legolas’ soft lips were on hers, and she thought her heart and body would combust. The pair allowed themselves to forget all that was around them, all that had been and all that was coming, at least for this brief, perfect moment.

[Y/N] was the first to breathlessly pull away as her hands travelled from Legolas’ chest upwards over his shoulders and then to securely clasp behind his neck. She thought she’d heard something and she cast a suspicious glance over the blond elf’s shoulder, only to see two curly heads peeking out from behind the door, unmistakably belonging to Merry and Pippin. They gasped when they caught her eyes and immediately scurried away, but she could clearly hear Pippin yell out “I knew it!”

Neither [Y/N] nor Legolas could help but laugh heartily. As they joined in another kiss, [Y/N] thought, whatever happens tomorrow… won’t be for nothing.

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N I N E

Every danger and perilous situation seemed to lay forgotten, at last, at least for a day when it was time for Aragorn’s coronation ceremony. It was one of the most majestic events [Y/N] had even witnessed, and her heart almost tripled in size as she stood arm in arm with Legolas, watched her sister Arwen get reunited with her lover as their father’s eyes glistened with tears (actually, Lord Elrond had been aware that the two young elves had feelings for each other for ages upon ages, and sometimes even went as far to joke about it with king Thranduil, after having some of the finest elven wine).

All were decked out in their most majestic outfits and engulfed in a wave of immeasurable joy; it was a grand family affair after all – Arwen becoming queen through her marriage to Aragorn, and [Y/N] and Legolas having found a romance of their own. [Y/N] was on the verge of happy tears half the time, whilst her Prince couldn’t keep his eyes off of her most of the time. Under such a loving gaze, anyone could have melted, but she was the luckiest elven lady in the realm, she was certain of it. Every now and then, Legolas would caress her hand or intertwine their fingers in a subtle sign of affection, and the two of them were the very picture of love and serenity. However, his mind was secretly racing as one thought echoed time and time again – he wanted to marry [Y/N] more than anything. Watching Arwen and Aragorn awoke something in him, and he started planning for the most perfect, yet intimate and personalized proposal.

Having enlisted the help of every and any person possible, it was slightly difficult to keep it all a secret from [Y/N] for some amount of time, but thankfully she was pretty busy catching up on quality time with her sister, helping her decorate around her chambers in Gondor, and filling her in on the many things that happened during the ring quest. When the day came, Legolas was almost beside himself with nervousness, but he was almost certain [Y/N] will say yes, which eased his mind just a little bit. He wore one of his best outfits, his hair was perfectly shiny and silky as he knocked on [Y/N]’s door after a couple of deep breaths. With a radiant smile, she invited him in, and his heart skipped a beat – he was the luckiest person in Middle-earth.

“Actually, I was hoping you would accompany me for a walk, my flower,” he suggested, taking her hand in his. “It is a beautiful day outside, but nowhere near as beautiful as you.” At this point, [Y/N] was almost blushing, but she adored the extra romantic side of her best-friend-turned-lover.

“I don’t see why not, my prince,” she smiled at his invitation. “I do feel like I have not been seeing you around so much lately,” the girl confessed with a small pout. The blond reassured her with a soft kiss on her hand.

“That is true, and I apologize for it, beloved,” Legolas admitted earnestly, “I have been busy attending to some things, but I will show you everything. You have my word.” He looked down for a moment, his nerves getting the best of him, but then met [Y/N]’s kind eyes again. “I will always show you everything.”

[Y/N]’s heart melted at his words and she cupped his face in her hands and leaned her forehead against his. “I know, dearest, I know.”

The pair strolled out of the city halls into the nature that surrounded them, into the lush looking forests that have been recovering from the recent events, and Legolas requested that [Y/N] closes her eyes for a few moments, while he led her into a small clearing surrounded by the tallest, most majestic trees.

When the girl opened her eyes, she couldn’t help but gasp instantaneously as she took in the view around her – the forest was enchanted to look snowy, with glistening snowflakes falling seemingly out of nowhere and sparkling like jewels in the air. The scene was ethereal and perfect – Legolas knew her too well, after all, and he knew she adored snowy, wintery forest scenery with their peace, as well as unpredictability. [Y/N] couldn’t pinpoint the source of it, but she heard soft elvish music coming from somewhere, and recognized one of her favorite tunes that was usually accompanied with romantic lyrics. While she looked around in a dreamy haze, Legolas kept looking only at her. It was worth going above and beyond with planning all of that for his favorite person.

“This is… this is absolutely gorgeous, Legolas,” she breathed out finally, after some moments of marveling in silence. “How did you…?” she looked at him in disbelief.

“I had a little help from some dear friends,” he shrugged with a little smile. Heavens, she was beautiful, and the nature they found themselves in only seemed to amplify that. “I assume that you do like it?” he looked down at her, trying to be modest, but simultaneously very proud of what he had come up with.

“I absolutely love this! It is certainly one of the most beautiful things I have ever witnessed!” [Y/N] exclaimed with the most genuine smile, turning to face Legolas and grabbing both of his hands. “I absolutely love you. You are incredible.”

“Nowhere near as you, my love,” Legolas muttered as his glistening eyes bore into hers. “And this here is the reason why I have been a little busier lately. I hope you are not upset.”

“No, not at all,” [Y/N] reassured him yet again. “This is the most magical gift I ever could have received. I have no idea how I could ever repay you with something.”

“Oh, but you do not have to repay me in any way, my dearest,” he caressed her face as magical snowflakes fell all around them. “Just love me... for the rest of time.” His voice dropped low, as [Y/N] caught on his intentions. The taller elf stepped back from her a little bit and started getting down on one knee. Before he had a chance to do it completely, [Y/N] pulled him back up with a gentle smile, and tears of joy were already forming in her eyes. She didn’t want him kneeling before her – they had been equals for hundreds of years, and it was only fair to remain as such. Legolas understood her without a word, and gently took both her hands in his; her fingertips were only slightly chilly.

“[Y/N],” he began, quietly, but with a newfound confidence, “I have been loving you ever since I did not even know what love was – but for me it was you, and always will be you. You are my home, and my adventure, all in one. You are a ray of sunshine that draws me to its warmth and lights up every single day of my life, a life we have been sharing for hundreds of years and I want to keep sharing it with you forever. Your laughter is the sweetest music to my ears and your eyes outshine all the stars in the clear night sky. I can only hope that you find as much happiness with me as I find with you, and I want you to know that I am endlessly grateful for every moment I get to spend with you.”

At this point, [Y/N] had tears streaming freely down her face, whereas Legolas held back his own. She subconsciously nodded her head in tiny movements, which made her lover chuckle. They squeezed each other’s hands in mutual reassurance.

“There is only one question left to ask, my love,” Legolas looked deeply into [Y/N]’s tearful eyes, “Will you face all the remaining ages of this world, with me, and become my wife?” [Y/N] wiped her happy tears with both her hands and started nodding frantically with an enthusiastic smile.

“Yes, yes, and a hundred times yes,” she exhaled finally, and Legolas elatedly picked her up by her waist and spun her around in the magical forest. The pair laughed genuinely for a few moments, partly in joy, partly in disbelief - how lucky they were! Throwing all decorum aside (and they were alone in that part of the forest anyway), [Y/N] took Legolas’ handsome face between her palms and pulled him into a breathtakingly passionate kiss, like they had never kissed before, as glittering snow fell all around them.

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T E N

Something, or someone was tugging at the bottom of the silky blanket that [Y/N] was sharing with her husband, and the woman quietly groaned, not yet feeling like getting out of the bed. The tugging, however, continued, and was soon followed by a small voice.

“Nana,” the voice called out and [Y/N] rubbed her eyes, beginning to properly wake up, “nanaaa!”

“Yes, my little leaf,” she sat up in bed, finally spotting the little culprit with a head of messy blond hair standing at the foot of the large bed. Thalias, her and Legolas’ son took that as a sign to climb up for some morning cuddles; his hair was falling on his round face and he almost tripped over himself while crawling over the blankets.

“I want to go play with cousin Eldarion, may I please go?” Thalias looked up at his mom with large eyes and a tiny pout. Ah, so that’s why he pretended he wanted cuddles, [Y/N] thought to herself and tried not to laugh out loud. Legolas was seemingly still asleep by her side. The little elf in her arms started fiddling with her locks of hair while waiting for the decision.

“I do not think we have any special obligations today, but maybe we should check with ada, just in case,” [Y/N] smiled warmly at the child as his concerned facial expression turned into a more relieved one. “Why don’t you wake him up?” the woman smirked. Thalias practically jumped from her lap and started poking around Legolas’ face, making him frown in his sleep. [Y/N] giggled heartily.

“What is it?” Legolas muttered sleepily.

“Your son wants to talk to you,” she replied with a hint of mischief in her voice.

“He is your son as well, dearest,” Legolas murmured again, but it became impossible for him to fall asleep again as he heard his son’s soft little “ada” and his heart melted of cuteness.

“No, not this early in the morning, he is not,” [Y/N] laughed and gently stroked her husband’s cheek as he fully opened his eyes. He gave her a warm smile and proceeded to embrace Thalias, ruffling his already wild morning hair.

“What was it that you wanted, little one?” Legolas inquired, and the little elf in his arms suddenly seemed to become shy. He looked back and forth between you and Legolas as he fiddled with the hem of his sleeve.

“I would like to go play with cousin Eldarion,” he confessed in a small voice, “he has got a new bow and promised to show me.”

“A new bow, is that so?” Legolas said, exaggerating his surprise and drawing out an adorable giggle from the child. [Y/N] couldn’t take her eyes off her two favorite boys and their interaction.

“Yes,” Thalias gasped with wide eyes, “with real arrows and all that!”

“You don’t think that might be a little dangerous for two very young boys, such as you?” [Y/N] inquired, quirking an eyebrow, but she was just curious to see her son’s reaction.

“Nana, we are big boys already!” he whined. “And we will be very careful,” he decided to add, as seriously as a young toddler could, just for good measure.

“Only if those big boys will eat their lunch later and not complain about it like babies do,” [Y/N] joked with her son, and now Legolas was the one gazing lovingly at the two.

“I promise,” Thalias pouted with big, honest eyes. [Y/N] extended her hand and took his tiny one for a soft handshake. “Very well, then,” she smiled genuinely.

“What are you waiting for, go,” Legolas chuckled as he tickled the little elf, making him finally move off of him and joyfully skip out of his parents’ chambers.

There were a few moments of silence and [Y/N] laid back down, curling up against her husband’s side as his strong arms pulled her as close as possible. He pressed a loving kiss to her forehead before speaking up.

“Are they not a little young for bows and arrows,” Legolas inquired, suddenly just slightly worried. [Y/N] kissed him on the cheek, suppressing a smile.

“Doesn’t that remind you of someone, perhaps?” she teased and poked Legolas’ side softly. “I, myself, can think of some similarly reckless young elves from a few centuries ago.”

“That is a different thing entirely, my love!” Legolas gasped and moved so that now he was hovering over his wife. Even after such a long time, he still couldn’t get enough of her.

“Ah yes, of course, my prince,” [Y/N] replied sarcastically, “we got into arguments with our respective fathers merely a couple thousand times.” She giggled as Legolas left a trail of feather-light kisses on her exposed neck.

“You win this one, alright,” he murmured into her soft skin right before leaving a small love bite on it, drawing out a squeal from the woman underneath him. “I won ages ago, anyway.” The blond elf confessed, having moved again so that his face was right above [Y/N]’s. His eyes were brimming with love and pride.

“It is actually quite a good thing that Thalias will be playing outside for a while now,” Legolas smirked. “I get my gorgeous wife for myself for a few more hours,” his voice dropped lower, and [Y/N]’s skin lightly shivered at the combination of that, and the passionate look in her husband’s eyes. His lips ghosted over hers teasingly, but she seized the opportunity to softly bite the tip of his nose, and the pair broke into a small fit of laughter.

THE END.

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“here take the space where my / heart goes / I give that to you too” (Henry Dumas)

“and the strange church I am building / with you as the altar” (Charles Simic)

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Legolas x Female!Elf!Reader: Adore

Summary: Gimli had better just get used to the fact that he’ll never understand Legolas completely.

Rating/Tags: All (Gimli & Legolas; post-Return of the King; Mirkwood Elven Guard!Reader; some lingering Dwarves vs. Elves tension; pipe smoking)

Challenge: “160 Collective Drabbles” challenge by BobaPop on Lunaescence Archives.

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Adore

Good was finally ending one long, uncertain journey to start another with a certain end. Better was a journey of companionship and seeing sights one could not rest for on the first. Better yet was being an honored guest in your companion’s home where your kin had once been prisoners and little else. Still, Gimli felt, one could grow tired of elves–and dwarves could grow tired of them more quickly than anyone, warm welcome or no. Better than all the rest was quiet, stars peeking through the Mirkwood trees, and a chance to get at his pipe.

Legolas’s feast would continue on for many hours more. No one could celebrate like his people. For all Gimli knew, he could rest for the next night and day and wake to continued revelry. There would be time enough for him to return.

Gimli settled himself comfortably against the base a wide tree trunk to smoke at his leisure. He took his first breath in of sweet-smelling smoke and was in the process of blowing it in rings toward the leaves above his head when a slender figure stepped silently past him into the nearby clearing. Eyeing the figure's back, Gimli wondered if Legolas realized that he was there. The sound of singing continued in the distance behind them, but Legolas’s back was to the celebration, his head turned up to watch the sky.

Five minutes of that, and Gimli decided he had had more than enough. Patient dwarves might have been, but friends had no need to be patient with the sudden oddities of a friend. He cleared his throat.

“Do you plan to join me, or do you intend to stand there like an Ent for the rest of the night?” Gimli asked.

Legolas made no sign that he had heard.

Snorting, Gimli put his pipe back in his mouth. Now that he thought about it, this behavior of Legolas’s was nothing new. They had left Gimli’s family in high spirits, but as the road wound on toward Mirkwood, Legolas grew more and more introspective. The silent rides atop their horse had nearly driven Gimli to insanity, but he had hoped that coming home would lift his friend’s spirits. Clearly nothing had happened except to make Legolas seem less communicative than ever.

Gimli ran a hand down his beard. Perhaps going back to the food would not be so bad. It would save him sitting there worrying fruitlessly over Legolas.

Just as Gimli made to put out his pipe, Legolas turned, stepping again toward the feast. Then his eyes fell on Gimli. Gimli blinked once at him. Whatever Legolas was thinking about, he did not want to share it with him. The elf blinked back, and his lips pulled up into a vague smile. He changed direction and soon was close enough for Gimli to touch.

“I had not realized you had left the celebration already,” Legolas said.

Gimli only squinted in reply. Was Legolas so truly out of sorts that he had missed Gimli entirely? Had Gimli been more familiar with any elf other than this one, he might have spoken with one of those here of his concern. As it was, all he could assume was that this was normal behavior for an elf and that coming home had turned Legolas more normal somehow.

“Aye,” Gimli answered gruffly. “I had thought my greeting five minutes past would have been enough warning for you, but I suppose you might have got into a bit of that Elvish wine.”

To his great surprise, the wan smile on Legolas’ face faded further. His eyes turned again to the stars. “Forgive me, my friend. My thoughts are elsewhere.”

This did not entirely discount Gimli’s suggestion that Legolas was simply drunk. Really, though, that would not explain Legolas’s silence over the many miles. Wherever his thoughts were still, Gimli was not wanted.

“Blasted elf,” he grumbled, though there was some good-nature in his tone, for at least Legolas was sorry. Mirkwood had not reclaimed him so much that they were no longer friends. “How about you tell me where your thoughts have been for the past fortnight? Perhaps that will make me more inclined to forgive you.”

“The past fortnight?” Legolas repeated. Gimli was pleased to see that this had at least got Legolas’s attention back to present. Legolas blinked again, then he let out a small sigh. “My thoughts are ever elsewhere, I suppose.”

“That is not an answer, of which you are well aware.”

“I am.” Another sigh. Though Gimli would not admit it, his attention was piqued. In all their time of knowing each other, Legolas had never acted in such a manner. “I am sorry, Gimli. I have been worried about returning here for so long that I did not realize that you had noticed my concern.”

“Concern about what? Either tell me or do not. So long as I can rest this evening knowing you will be leaving this place with me in due time, so much the better.”

Legolas’s smile turned sad. He did not look away this time, yet Gimli felt somehow that Legolas was no longer looking at him but rather through him.

“What good does it do to dwell on that which will not be?” Legolas asked. “It only makes the absence that much more apparent, speaking of it more so to those who were otherwise ignorant of the absence to begin with.”

“The absence of what, pray tell?”

It rankled, Gimli realized, knowing that Legolas wanted to keep secrets even after all this time. There had been no holding back during their visit to Gimli’s family. Legolas had been treated just as a dwarf, a dwarf prince even. Gimli had been treated well by Legolas' family, too, but he hardly cared about the niceties of elves when there was only one elf he truly cared about remaining in Middle Earth.

“Spit it out, Legolas! Have we not been together long enough to speak frankly to one another?” he said.

“I do not mean to keep you in the dark. It is only that I received bad tidings from my father this night. I fear that coming home might have done me more harm than good. There is but one thing I hoped for on the way here, and now I know there is no chance of it happening.”

“You are more difficult to interrogate than an orc!” Gimli bemoaned. He threw up his hands in defeat. A long night of singing it was. “Keep your secrets, Legolas. I need them not. I only hope that you will be back to your old self by the time we make ready to leave.”

Legolas smiled a bit more sincerely at that. “I do not intend to speak in riddles, Gimli. It is only that–”

A snapping branch interrupted him.

Gimli’s hand went straight to the ax at his hip, but Legolas was even faster, his bow strung and arrow drawn before the sound came again, louder and faster. There were still elves close by, but this was closer, and not everything in Mirkwood could have been fixed by Frodo and Gollum’s deed.

Gimli could hear Legolas breathing in the dark; his own breath sounded too loud in his ears. They stood together like that for several minutes, ears straining as the snapping condensed into swift footsteps. A straggler rushing to the party?

No. Just when Gimli thought that danger might be upon them, a young woman burst into their clearing. She was so out of breath, so obviously exhausted, that it took him half a minute to realize that she was an elf. Thankfully, it took him less time to understand the look Legolas gave her–and therefore the whole of Legolas’s behavior this night and those before. The bow fell immediately to Legolas side, and there was something in his gaze that Gimli had never seen before.

“[Name],” Legolas breathed.

There were many odd things about this elf. Never had Gimli seen one so tired, not even Legolas after taking down an Oliphant. Stranger than this, however, was your reaction to Legolas. Your eyes widened almost imperceptibly, but at the same time, you lifted one hand to your mouth.

“Legolas?” you asked.

Legolas joined you in a single bound, leaving Gimli to stand on his own once more. This time, Gimli did not feel the faint burning of frustration in his veins. No, this time Gimli felt nothing but amused. He hid a smile in his beard as he leaned back against his tree. He had not been sent away, after all, and this was something he most certainly wanted to see.

“My father told me that you were away on patrol, too far away to get here in any short time,” Legolas said in a soft voice.

You stood just a little away, as though frozen to the spot. When Legolas continued to look at you expectantly, you looked down for one moment before looking back up at him.

“I was,” you admitted, then: “I am. They told me you were here, and I…ran.”

That much, Gimli felt, was obvious.

Perhaps Legolas did not feel it was so, because he lifted a hand to gently cup the side of your face. “You’re warm."

“I ran as swiftly as I could.”

Legolas let out a soft laugh.

Laugh? To think that all this time, Legolas was mooning over some woman in the forest. Gimli did not know whether to be annoyed or entertained. Both, he decided in short order--short enough order, in fact, that you and Legolas were still busy staring at each other in the dim starlight by the time Gimli had come to his conclusion.

“Does my father know you’re here?” Legolas asked.

“No, and there are so few of us left to look after the border. I should not have left, but–I had to see you.”

Legolas beamed.

What could Gimli do but clear his throat? Much more of this presentation and he was likely to fall ill. Thranduil would not take that kindly, he was sure.

The two of you practically leaped apart at Gimli’s interruption, though to both your credits, each of you recovered quickly enough. The familiar crease of the brow that appeared whenever Gimli first met an elf appeared on yours as well. This smoothed away as Legolas stepped over to him. Gimli suspected shock, as was common when anyone came to know if his and Legolas' companionship.

“[Name]," Legolas said, placing a light hand on Gimli's shoulder, "this is Gimli, son of Glóin. He is my closest friend, and it is to him that any thanks are owed for my safe return.”

Frowning, you looked first at Gimli, then slowly returned your gaze to Legolas’ face. Gimli expected it to stay there, but soon you were looking at him again. Then you inclined your head toward him. “Thank you, Gimli. For keeping him safe when I could not follow to do so.”

“My pleasure, Lady [Name], and it is a further pleasure to know of your existence.”

It was Gimli’s turn to grin. His doing so made Legolas smile as well. It was a nice change from the consistent frown he had worn of late. You simply threw Legolas an appraising look and came nearer to take his hand.

“He needs looking after, this one. I appreciate any help that you are willing to give,” Gimli added.

You opened your mouth to reply, but Legolas beat you to it. Unsurprisingly, his attention was elsewhere once more: “You said my father does not know that you are here,” he said, leaning closer to your face. “If you were to join us, he would know for sure. I would hate to subject you to his displeasure, and yet…”

Gimli could tell Legolas wanted to leave his welcoming party. Well, it was not as though Gimli could not sympathize. He hated to be left alone with Legolas’s friends and family, but this seemed a more important reason to run off.

With a shake of his head, Gimli waved you and Legolas toward the deeper recesses of the forest. “Go on. I shall make your excuses for you.”

There was the briefest return of Legolas’ smile. “Thank you, Gimli.”

You two did not wait for him to wave you away a second time. Gimli watched until you disappeared into the tree boughs across the way. As he turned back to the feast behind, it was with a considerable weight gone from his shoulders. Legolas would be fine. Furthermore, if–and Gimli certainly hoped it so–you joined them as they headed onward toward the sea, maybe you would prove better at conversation than Legolas had proved to be.

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kazuiislazy · 10 months

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Hey!! Just saw that you had replied to my request! Thank you so much for responding and I absolutely understand, no rush whatsoever I’m just looking forward to it regardless of whenever you’re ready to write! Thank you again I really appreciate you taking the team to even just reply!!! Just thought I’d send this in to show my appreciation! <3

“What's There To Like?”

Pairing: Aragorn x reader

You weren’t really much of a fighter, but you weren’t a “sit still, look pretty” type either. You didn’t really know where you belonged. But you were one of the sweetest and gentlest people someone could ever come across. Little did anyone really know, your feelings for a certain ranger had grown over a few days.

Sad truth was you knew Aragorn wouldn’t like somebody like you. Too soft, no fight– not pretty or good looking either. He probably liked strong girls, maybe elves– but you definitely knew he liked Éowyn; she could fight and she was one of the prettiest girls you’ve ever met. You would say you weren’t jealous but that would be a plain lie.

Every time you saw them together it hurt you. And it shouldn’t have, he wasn’t yours to keep or yours to love anyways. You’ve talked to Aragorn on occasion but very less, hell– you thought that he probably hates you. How wrong you were, in fact, it was quite the opposite. The ranger had growing feelings for you too.

Aragorn had stolen many glances your way when you weren’t looking. You were always so kind and you had always found a way to make people laugh. He liked that about you, he liked everything about you. But you rarely spoke to him so he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or disturbed by suddenly confessing.

One night, you saw Aragorn and Éowyn chatting, like always. Usually, you’d just ignore it but today.. you were already in a bad mood, so when you saw that you couldn’t help but tear up. You didn’t want him or anyone else to see, so you practically ran. Aragorn had noticed this, and he was worried for you. He excused himself and chased after you.

“This is so stupid. You’re so stupid,” You mumbled to yourself. “Of course he doesn’t like you, what’s there to like?” You put your head in your hands, crying softly into them. Then, there was a light knock on your door. “(Y/N)?” His voice rang in your ears. You immediately wiped the tears away with your sleeve. “Come in,” you sighed.

His head peeked through the door before entering fully. “Are you okay?” He asked. No, I’m not. You thought. “I’m alright.” You replied. He looked at you. “Are you really alright?” He repeated. “You want to know the truth? No, no– I’m not fine. Everyday I see you, everyday it hurts more.” His eyebrows furrowed, seemingly confused.

“What–” Before he could say anything else, you interrupted. “Because I love you. And it hurts because I know I can’t have you. I never can. I’m not stunning or strong like Éowyn. And I, I don’t know if I can take it, Aragorn.” You admitted. Tears rolled down your cheek. The ranger put his hand on your cheek to rub away the tears.

He smiled softly. “I do not like Éowyn, (Y/N). I have never liked her. My heart has always belonged to you.” Your breath hitched. Was this real? “You–” “I love you, (Y/N). My heart and my love is yours to take.” “But, Éowyn–” And with that, he kissed you.

#aragorn x y/n #aragorn imagine #aragorn x you #aragorn x reader #lord of the rings x reader #lotr x y/n #lotr x you #lotr x reader #lotr imagine #lord of the rings x you #lord of the rings x y/n

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thewulf · 2 months

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hiyaaa i have another legolas fic ideaaa! You write him soo well. How about reader who hasnt slept in a while and always offers to take watch. Legolas ofc notices after a bit and demands she doesnt take watch that night. And he confronts her with her sleeping habits… she confides in him and tells him she had been struggeling with anxiety around sleepibg and/of nightmares. And ofc he’s beibg very sweet and looks after her and makes sure she gets enough sleep from then on. Im very tired rn so i hope this makes enough sense🫶

Yesss of course I adore this! This could be written to be SO sweet. Reader is a tenth walker. I imagine reader as a human/mortal. Legolas obvi doesn't need as much sleep so he notices your lack of it, aka you only taking quick naps during the day light when the rest of the fellowship is awake and alert.

One night he has enough and tells you that he is going on watch and you're going to sleep. When you refuse he lets you sit with him in hopes he can get you to open up. You do and that's when he comforts you/lets you know its okay. He's scared too. It's normal and natural etc. But he'll be there for you. He'll always he there for you. Ahhhh

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mints-bizarre-posts · 1 year

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Incorrect Quotes #62

Gimli : I sleep with an axe next to my side

Aragorn : I sleep with a knife

Legolas : Both of you are pathetic

Gimli : Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?

Legolas : Y/n

#incorrect quotes #lotr #lotr x reader #lotr x y/n #lord of the rings #lord of the rings x reader #lord of the rings x y/n #legolas #legolas greenleaf #legolas x reader #legolas x y/n #legolas greenleaf x reader #tolkien #gimli son of gloin #gimli #aragorn #aragorn son of arathorn

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theglassofmiddleearth · 2 years

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Imagine Y/N sitting at the council of Rivendell while everyone is arguing

Y/N: *quietly singing the McDonald's theme song*

Gandalf: I don't suppose you want to break this up for us?

Y/N *whispers* Nah, you and I both know that's Frodo's thing. Don't ruin his big moment.

Gandalf: Very well

20 seconds later

Frodo: I will take it!!

Gandalf: I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins. As long as it is yours to bear.

Aragorn: If by my life or death I can protect you.. I will. You have my sword. *turns to Y/N*

Y/N: *whispers* Do I have to? Can't I stay here with the pretty elv-

Aragorn: *shoulders Y/N* Yes.

Y/N: *sighs* And I will follow, but only if I get to call Legolas and Gimli, Elsa and Anna.

Legolas: Again the young maiden speaks words that I do not understand. *Turns to Frodo* You have my bow.

Gimli: And my axe.

Boromir: You carry the fate of us all little one-

Y/N: *interrupts* Alright yadda yadda can we go? I didn't eat breakfast.

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intoxicated-chan · 26 days

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 ༻ 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬

(A/n) ➳ Going over this, I just now realize how similar it is to the first episode of House of the Dragon and I apologize for that! Feedback is greatly appreciated!! Take care of yourselves and take a break, eat a snack, drink some water!!

Word Count ➳ 2.7k

Content Warnings ➳ 3rd, P.O.V, violence, blood, injury, mentions the Doom of Valyria, mentions of death…

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The sun set hours ago… Lake-town was cold enough during the day and when the sun came down, it felt like a winter storm.

Bard was preparing to set off to collect fish again. He hated leaving for so long and coming home for a day or two, it broke his heart whenever he had to tell his children he was leaving again.

Bard climbed the wooden planks and up to the rooftop where his young son, Bain, sat. He leaned back, his head up towards the sky with widened eyes.

“Come Bain, it’s cold.” Bard said, his arms resting on the rooftop. “It’s time for bed.”

Bain turned to his father. “Da, is the dragon gonna come for us? Like the one in the stories you told us?”

Bard hopped onto the rooftop, kneeling to his son. “No, son. The dragon sleeps within Erebor. It has for a hundred years.”

But Bain pointed to the sky. “But there’s one.”

Bard followed his finger and squinted. He felt his heart drop when he saw the shadowy figure soaring through the sky. He could barely make out the size or his wingspan.

A gasp left his lips as he grabbed his son’s shoulders. “Go, go inside.” He demanded, pushing him. But his eyes remained on the dragon. “Quickly now.”

Watching him take a couple of laps around the Lonely Mountains. His heart raced, was the dragon trying to tempt Smaug? He followed his son inside, trying to remain calm for his children.

He didn’t see the dragon descend towards Mirkwood.

The dragon flapped his wings as he touched the ground, sending out a cloud of dust, twigs, and leaves out of his way.

The dragon grumbled as the guards surrounded him. “Rȳbās.” His rider told him, taking off the leather belts that held her to the saddle. “Lykirī.”

The dragon bent his neck, allowing the rider to dismount. She smiled rather widely, running her hands along his scaly neck and to his head.

She placed her hand under his eye, seeing her reflection in his eye. She laughed as her dragon rumbled under her touch, she placed her forehead onto his skin, closing her eyes, humming a soft tune.

Tauriel approached her with a stern expression. Usually, she would happily greet her but considering that nobody was supposed to be leaving Mirkwood, let alone at midnight, she was frustrated.

“The King does not like repeating himself.” Tauriel warned her, coming close even if the dragon seemed to be displeased. “No one is allowed to leave unless granted.”

She pulled back from her dragon and turned to face her, the smile still on her face. “Aegar is more than big enough to saddle two. I know how much you love the sky.”

Taruiel shook her head in disappointment. “Come, the King wishes to speak to you.” She walked with some of the guards, two waiting for her.

She sighed and followed her, leaving Aegar to lay and rest.

She may have been here her entire life, but the Kingdom of Mirkwood never ceased to amaze her. They have been friends for her entire life as Tauriel was the one who taught her how to use a bow from a young age.

They walked arm in arm through the halls of Mirkwood. Tauriel found herself unable to contain her laughter and smile.

“It is difficult to understand you.” Tauriel giggled. “Do you take pleasure in seeing all of us scramble to locate you?”

(Y/n) grinned sheepishly. “Admit it. You wish to ride a dragon.”

“I believe I’m content with seeing you fly.”

“Your loss.” She pushed her lightly. “So tell me, how angry is he?”

(Y/n) then pulled her arm back as they approached the throne room, Thranduil sat there, observing a jewel in his hands.

Tauriel took her leave but not before looking back at her, her smile had faded but she remained calm. Tauriel left before Thranduil could say anything else to her.

“(Y/n).” Thranduil’s voice was calm yet assertive. But there was an edge of frustration. “You know how I feel about these reckless flights of yours. And to venture out without my permission, disappointing.”

(Y/n) bowed her head, her gaze focused on the floor. “Forgive me, My Lord.” She replied. “Yet you don’t allow me to go flying with your permission.”

Thranduil sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You must remember there are dangers out there, worse than what Aegar poses. You dare fly close to Erebor? Are you asking to battle with Smaug? A dragon three or more times larger than Aegar. He may be a dragon but you are not.”

(Y/n) straightened, lifting her head to meet his eyes. “Aegar is strong, he is loyal. I wouldn’t dare use him as a weapon.”

“The time is coming, (Y/n). You are a formidable soldier, you two make quite a team.” Thranduil admitted. But with a wave of his hand, he dismissed her. “Take a bath, you stink of dragon.”

It has been several days since Thranduil warned (Y/n). His words lingered in her head.

She shouldn’t have to feel frustrated with him, afterall, he was the one to find the items left behind by your family.

There were many things gifted to her when she was old enough to read. Books of her great- great- something grandfather’s handwriting, it was worn, some words difficult to read.

Before she even learned of High Valyrian, she thought the words were a remembrance of her home or maybe her family. But no.

It was far from it. A warning.

Zaldrīzes buzdari iksos daor.

A dragon is not a slave.

She managed to grasp her forebear’s language with some help but she wouldn’t say she mastered the tongue of High Valyrian. Rather, she knew the basics.

It was noon, the sun casting a warm glow over the wooden yard. (Y/n) focused on fastening the leather straps to the saddle, she had a feeling that it was becoming loose.

Aegar laid comfortably on the ground, snoring.

Legolas leaned against a nearby tree, watching her and noticing the furrowed brow that she had for nearly an hour.

“Something is on your mind.” Legolas commented. “Speak, looking bothered does not suit you.”

(Y/n) paused, her fingers picking at the old and peeling leather. “It is nothing.” Offering a smile.

But Legolas saw through her smile, he could see it in her eyes. “You forget I know you, I knew you from the start… You’re worried that once Aegar is old enough, you’ll be forgotten.”

She sighed, tying the leather back into the saddle. “I only worry for Tauriel. The King does not respect her enough.”

“You worry too much, you need to place some of it on yourself and Aegar.” Legolas stepped forward. “You have earned your place here.”

“I have no place here. My home is gone and I’m an outsider, I’m no elf. If I had not appeared with my dragon, Thranduil would’ve sent me away.” She explained, standing to her feet as she observed the saddle.

Legolas was ready to push that idea out of her head. He had no idea she thought of herself so lowly. He grabbed her arm.

Tauriel suddenly appeared. “There’s trouble.” She announced tension in her voice. “The King has ordered another nest to get rid of.”

(Y/n) pulled her arm back. “Aegar!” She shouted, waking him up from his slumber. “Iōrās.”

Aegar stood on his feet, stretching his wings. She grabbed the ropes to mount him.

“(Y/n), wait,” Tauriel grabbed her hand. “The King has requested you stay behind.”

(Y/n) frowned and scoffed. “It would be easier if Aegar-”

But she could see it in Tauriel’s eyes, Thranduil was going to keep her and her dragon here. “A dense forest with a large dragon?” Tauriel laid it out for her. “He fears the damage it could cause. Aegar could not maneuver properly in those woods.”

“Alright.” She muttered, stepping away from Aegar. “Alright.”

“I’m sorry.”

(Y/n) watched them go, annoyed and saddened. She longed to be by their side, joining them in a fight.

Thranduil was going to make her wait and watch. He was going to make her feel like a burden. His way was punishment.