#lotr orcs

[ceescedasticity]

In my headcanon/theory of orcs:

Orcs are uniformly tone-deaf, no exceptions. But they do sing. It just doesn't sound so good to anyone who isn't tone-deaf.

(Melkor, if he noticed, appreciated the dissonance, but Sauron was Not A Fan.)

Also their sense of rhythm is fine and orcish drummers can get quite sophisticated.

Common subjects for orc songs:

Fear Us

We are doing a task [which isn't very interesting and this at least livens it up]

We are going to kill you and destroy everything you love and have fun doing it

A 'and then there were none' backwards-counting song of elf-princes, some verses inspired by real events

A prince of cats got his ass kicked by a girl and a dog, definitely not inspired by real events, honest, but also definitely not to be sung in Mordor

We've been marching a long time and it's annoying

The Sun is a bitch

I Fear Nothing Except The Sea Which Is Fucking Terrifying

My warg is the best warg, she's eaten lots of babies

Behold my gruesome trophies

My body is the most fucked up and uncomfortable but I make it work

There's Something In These Caves (It's A Dragon And Planning To Eat Us)

These Orders Indicate Our Senior Leadership Has Shit For Brains

I Wish I Was Back In Goblin-Town

Today Is A Terrible Day To Die But I Guess That's What We're Doing

[floral-ashes]

Orcs being inherently evil is not only racist but, if we accept the claim that they are corrupted elves, actually inconsistent with Tolkien’s cosmogony. In this essay, I will…

[overlord-of-fantasy]

Very helpful

Malkor: Whose turn is it to give the pep-talk? Mairon: *sighing* Gothmog. Gothmog: Fuck shit up out there, but don’t die. Nimdel the orc: *wiping away a tear* So inspirational.

[cro-crocuta]

So I drew a Mordor orc this time.

He turned out looking a bit too much like a dunmer from Elder Scrolls, but if you think about it, the orcs from LOTR movies did look like ugly dunmer a bit 🤷‍♀️

Like I mentioned, he is not a Moria orc or an Uruk-hai - there are some differences between these types I guess, particularly in case of the Uruk-hai, of course (at least in the movies). This is a classic Mordor fella.

I named him "Shar-za", which roughly translates to "human voice", since he knows Westron.

Tolkien's take on orcs was quite radical, since initially he indicated they were creatures evil by default and irredeemable. However, he himself felt a bit uncomfortable with this idea and gradually changed his mind to something slightly less "black and white".

I guess Shar-za isn't an entirely evil creature. For sure he was very fun to draw 🤷‍♀️ I think that typically pretty faces do get boring after a while.

PS. Ignore the bow. Please ignore it.

[spookyjarchivist]

i do love fun nitpicking of the lotr movies, but the one thing people will point out that bothers me is “meat’s back on the menu”

they’ll be like “how do orcs know about menus???”

but guys middle earth has a reasonably high probability of having menus, im sure they have restaurants and we know they have inns/pubs/taverns/etc that sell food, so they gotta have menus, we have no reason to think orcs are unaware of any other general purpose item in middle earth, why would menus be a blind spot?

at minimum we’re assuming that no orc has ever attacked an inn which is ridiculous, and if they’ve attacked an inn then it’s reasonable to assume they’ve sacked the place looking for usable stuff which means they’ve undoubtedly come across a menu, and if one restaurant’s been attacked then probably many have been attacked and then we have a reasonably large amount of orcs that know about menus and could spread the word and we really only need that one group of orcs to know about them

also, there’s no reason that they couldn’t have their own menus? we know that they grow food in mordor in the books at least, and we hear and see no contradiction to that in the movies, so then the question becomes: how do they distribute it? could be restaurants

now im not saying that’s likely, but i AM saying it’s a possibility and that therefore orcs could reasonably know what menus are

also since there’s technically no evidence to suggest there’s no restaurants in mordor, i propose we instead put our thoughts of orcs and menus to thoughts of orc restaurant inspections! i want the orc version of kitchen nightmares! undercover boss but sauron’s a line cook! where’s orc!gordan ramsey?? what is, in fact, on the menu?? we know they know about menus, make them use them!

[missteatime]

I made the mistake of searching "rings of power" on Tumblr because I wanted to find some cool gif/artsy stuff but I regret it so much.

Wtf is going on? All I found is hate and people having huge meltdowns and being spiteful and I can't believe it.

I understand that not everyone likes it, as I understand that people want to share their opinion but there is a different between writing

"it's not my cup of tea, and here's my reasons, but if you want to keep watching you do you!"

And

"everything is shit, and the people of colour are disgusting revisionism and I don't want it, and here's why everything sucks and you should not watch it. We have to boycott it and ruin it for those who like it. And don't forget to spread the hate to those who worked on it".

I mean when did this fandom abandon reason for madness? I feel so freaking sad right now it's unbelievable.

[ciccerone]

[greater-than-the-sword]

My official opinion on the orc souls discourse is that since orcs are, fundamentally in their spiritual nature, elves; they too are reincarnated/re-embodied if killed. Now it was never made clear in Tolkien's canon, afaik, exactly how re-embodiment works, but we do know that the length of time which passes is on a case by case basis. My suggestion would be then that after Melkor corrupted the initial orcs through despair, perhaps a few generations of dark elves/early orcs would have given birth to elf-children who themselves had to be either corrupted or escape, but all this happened in secret at the dawn of time and the origin of the orcs is not well recorded as Tolkien says in the Silmarillion, and it is likely that these creatures would have reproduced faster than elves due to their higher mortality rate.

My theory, then, is that after some time Illuvitar decided that no more orcs would be created, and thereafter all subsequent orcs were re-embodiments of previous orcs, explaining how by the events of the 3rd age they could be universally born evil.

[tters]

Hello author, I do not know whether you're still writing for 'The Hobbit' but I have a request. Could you kindly craft a Thranduil x Reader fic where the reader is close to death and he's like, "Please don't leave me, my love, not you too." (my love is in elvish, I couldn't find the translation) (Also, she's his 2nd wife.) She doesn't die, hopefully.

Thank you so much for the request <3 I hope my writing isn't that bad as I've been inactive for a very long time! Enjoy!!!

Thranduil x Reader

TW! ⚠️ mentions of blood, injury, burn, nothing too graphic.

Unedited, 3am writings, bare with me pals 💖

Angst, fluff?! maybe, gender-neutral reader

Uploaded - 5/8/2022

You clasped a fist on your chest tying to catch your breath, every inhale becoming more painful second by second "it burns" you tried to scream but only a rushed whisper came out your mouth. You grasped as you felt a stronger pinch in your heart, your chest waving with each breath you tried to take. A moan left your lips as you felt a hand on your back suddenly "wh-" "it's me meleth nin" spoke Thranduil as calmly as he could, fighting his fear and worry back "what happened?" he asked hurriedly, the expression on his face matching your agonizing one "it burns me" you cried out, not even sparing a look to his eyes, that were so hopelessly searching for a physical injury. "Where?" He asked raising his voice "inside me, as if fire replaced my soul," you grasped again as you tried to take off your armor. He helped you move it aside before he saw for himself the damage of the dragon fire on your skin, the fire that didn't bend the elve's new-found metal but burned your skin and got trapped inside your body. Your tears fell from your eyes as thranduil took in your state, a skin red as blood, adorned by a golden dust shining like diamonds under the dawn's last sunlight on the top of erebor. It was known by most and especially thranduil the serpent's of the north wrath and ruin "you shouldn't have been here! I shouldn't have left you alone! This is all my fault, all my fault! I was a fool by overestimating my power, believing I could defeat them! Fight all of them as if I didn't know that they would eventually reach you too! As if I hadn't been myself destroyed by their flames before!--" He screamed over and over mostly to himself, as if he didn't believe it as if he didn't want to believe what was happening right before his very eyes " I I-" you tried to mutter a few words but you couldn't, your breath getting shorter by the minute, you grasped for air until your eyes rolled back in your eye sockets " no no no no no , I can't lose you y/n! No I can't! No please I can't lose you too" he screamed as he picked your weak form in his arms, your face lying on his right forearm "please help me" you spoke softly this time, as if the pain was leaving your body, as if his touch was magically taking your pain away "now now look my darling, look at the sun, look how it's hiding behind the mountains, look how beautiful the lake looks under the yellow light" he spoke to you as if both yours and his life depended on it "soon enough they'll come meleth nin, help will come"  he said as he hugged you closer the cold metal of his armor touching your bloodstained cheek as the long gray fabric of his cape covered your legs. You closed your eyes Taking in breath after breath. "They are here!" You heard Thranduil exclaiming over you "y/n they are here! The eagles are here!" You opened your eyes as you took in the picture of the big birds "you're safe now y/n, we're safe" he cheered, tears slowly sliding down his face "let's go".

[ramoth13]

The Orcs and their Enemies:

Characterizations and Dynamics within The Rings of Power

With the introduction of "Adar" the influx of conversation regarding orcs has somehow diminished, rather than expanded. I see this as a huge fault and seek to remedy this immediately.

Orcs serve such an important role in Middle-earth because they are the vehicle by which we understand Morgoth and Sauron's greatest sin. Violence and destruction are obvious and constant, but the truly horrifying aspect of fighting them as enemies, is the knowledge you're fighting your own kind. Its a sick and twisted thing that these once beautiful people were malformed and tortured to become these husks of vile monstrosity. Getting them right is so incredibly important when it comes to Middle-earth adaptations. So I'll begin.

The first thing I noticed about the orcs, was that they were a new kind of terrifying. In Peter Jackson's films, they were scary, but more because of their numbers and their monstrous looks (practical effects are always better in my mind, and Jackson embodied that for me) rather than because of what they were. Jackson's orcs were a kind of infestation, a menace of the likes of violent pests.

These orcs are conniving, vicious, and sinister. But they are also very intelligent. They move like distorted elves and think like clever assassins. These aren't your run of the mill orcs from video games and "good-guys-always-win" trope badguys, that die immediately from a single smack. They have character. And what's more, they mirror everything the elves hate about themselves (in a culturally relevant way, the self-violent kinslaying etc.) and yet somehow remain connected with their former selves, or what they would have been if not for Morgoth's corruption.

Notice that the lesser orcs wear bones and cloth, whereas the leaders wear worn and mismatched Elven armor? And the scene where Adar ends the misery of one of the orc leaders, the orcs then remove the elven armor, obviously prized, and seem to pass it on to whatever the next leader will be. They haven't had access to forges, hiding away, they've become scavengers. Now, only relics of a bygone era, the armor that they do have have been passed down for a long time. I would bet that as the seasons go on, we will see orcs slowly assimilate other armor types into their ranks. And I also bet that the last season we will see forges and new orcish armors. Love that detail.

The second thing I noticed about the orcs made me smile. THEY BURN IN THE SUN. Peter Jackson's Lord of the Rings made mention of this, especially in relation to the Uruk-hai, but did little else with this as the series went on. But the hobbit movies completely ignored this, having full orc chasing dwarves scenes in broad daylight. In Rop however, they are leaning into the beauty of that element.

Morgoth's inverting of all that makes elves, elves, is exactly the kind of legacy that is so important to consider when watching these moments between orcs and elves. That Arondir cries over a tree was just perfection, but that the orcs knew what it meant to those Silvan Elves was amazing. We see Morgoth's inversion of nature further by the light itself. Elves live in light, starlight, moonlight, sunlight. They thrive in it. The silmarills were so coveted not because they were gems, but because they held the light of the trees now long lost (though, one could argue that the sun and the moon are descendants of that light) and yet orcs are not just repelled by such light but burned by it.

The attention to detail regarding the orcs is very cool and fascinating. And of course, if we are speaking of orcs, we must also speak of Adar.

I have said previously that it would only make sense that some elves switched sides. And we have one instance of it seen in the Silm&Hist. What makes him so fascinating is that in his own twisted way, he seems to love his "children" and in a singularly fascinating way, they seem to genuinely respect him. Morgoth and Sauron rule by fear, this is explained again and again. But Adar really does seem like a different thing altogether. He does not seem to hate the elves (at least not so far from what we've seen with Arondir, but that could be because Arondir seems very young for an Elf, much like his "Children") rather they appear to be an impediment to his goals, whatever those are (ascending to god-hood perhaps?).

I've heard mentions of Adar being Maeglin and I think you are supposed to think of Maeglin. I think that is exactly the kind of character they are portraying here, but I don't think it will be an Elf that we know. I think Adar really is a whole new character. But, we'll see.

Finally, so far, every orc we have seen slain has been an incredible achievement. It felt like a real struggle, even for Arondir. These orcs are the orcs that could invade and conquer Gondolin. These orcs could attack swathes of elvendom and cause real chaos.

We will never know what happens to orcs when they Die, but I like to imagine these orcs showing up in the halls of Mandos, reformed into the Elves they should have been, finally in a place where their acceptance isn't reliant on strength or backstabbing. And these orcs are orcs that could become that.

Also, I know this is a orcs appreciation post, but I just wanted to say that I love Bronwyn in this scene and the orc slaying scene. She made it believable to fight a monster and survive, and that's wonderful.

Savo 'lass a lalaith, mellon nín!

~ Ramoth13

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

"GROND THEY NAMED IT, IN MEMORY OF THE HAMMER OF THE UNDERWORLD OF OLD."

PIC INFO: Spotlight on an illustration depicting Sauron's host during the Siege of Gondor, bringing up the hundred-foot long battering ram, Grond, to smash the Great Gate of Minas Tirith and burn the White City. March 3019 of the Third Age.

"Great engines crawled across the field; and in the midst was a huge ram, great as a forest-tree a hundred feet in length, swinging on mighty chains. Long had it been forging in the dark smithies of Mordor, and its hideous head, founded of black steel, was shaped in the likeness of a ravening wolf; on it spells of ruin lay. Grond they named it, in memory of the Hammer of the Underworld of old. Great beasts drew it, orcs surrounded it, and behind walked mountain-trolls to wield it."

-- "The Siege of Gondor," Book IV of "THE LORD OF THE RINGS: The Return of the King," written by J.R.R. Tolkien.

Source: www.instagram.com/tr.middlee_earth/p/CxtNQ_0Nknh.

[papugaka]

I thought it would be natural for Adar to give names to the newborns in his troop

[overlord-of-fantasy]

Angband war meeting

Sauron: If there are no questions, we’ll move on to the next plan of attack. Nimdel the orc: I have a question. Sauron: Certainly, Nimdel. What is it? Nimdel the orc: What’s the point of my existence? Why did you turn me into this? Melkor, laying on his throne upside down: He meant any questions about the war. Nimdel the orc, sinking deeper into his chair: Oh.

[cro-crocuta]

So I drew another fucking orc.

And after ridiculous amounts of hesitation, I am showing him to the world.

This is my take on Azog the Defiler. He was only briefly mentioned in the Hobbit book, however was turned into a major antagonist in the movies. I did like the fact that the movies indicated he was an "older breed" of orcs that is less disfigured and more powerful, but other than that I kinda imagined him a bit differently. So there he is.

There is one super edgy element here - this version of Azog "decorates" his armour with pieces of armour that belonged to the warriors he killed 🤷‍♀️

Also I guess this could be a younger version of this character, considering how ridiculously nice and smooth he turned out.

[anaveragebibliophile]

All is Well (Part 2)

Thranduil x Young!Legolas x OC 

Summary: We return to a meeting between Thranduil’s wife and Bilbo Baggins, specifically regarding a position that he has accepted on behalf of Gandalf the Grey and the queen herself. However, problems arise with the prince’s health, leading to a very chaotic conference with the king and queen highlighting their exceptional parenting capabilities. 

“My Queen, Master Baggins has accepted the position that you’ve so graciously offered to him,” Gandalf began, watching (y/n) rock the young prince in the ivory rocking chair adjacent to the bassinet that was kept in her and her husband’s chambers. 

Unlike most royals within the Woodland Realm, the king and queen prided themselves upon being readily available to their son at the drop of a hat. Rather than rely on maids and wet nurses to raise their elfling, they viewed the responsibility as a privilege that had been bestowed upon them to indulge in and appreciate to the utmost degree. As such, they were only ever seen without their sweet leaf on the rarest of occasions. As can be noted, this was indeed not one of those times. 

The queen couldn’t seem to hide both her surprise and pleasure from the wizard upon hearing this news. “I am quite happy to hear this, Gandalf. Unfortunately, as circumstances would have it, this expedition to Gundaband is just not something I can commit to at this time.” 

The “circumstances” that she was referring to could easily be deduced upon looking at her son.  Legolas, the 1-year-old son of Queen (y/n) and King Thranduil, had fallen ill only a few days ago. While his parents (his mother really) initially presumed this to be only a minor ailment that would dissipate in time, his fever had only worsened over the last few hours. And as a result of his extreme discomfort, he only desired to be held by his mother or father, the latter sadly battling the same illness in the bed adjacent to his wife and child. 

“Fret not, My Queen. You will not be disappointed with the hobbit that I’ve recommended to facilitate this mission.” 

“He’s right, darling,” Thranduil interjected. “Master Baggins is quite the experienced investigator. Furtive, prudent and intelligent.” 

At that response, (y/n) quickly diverted her attention from Gandalf to her husband, shocked to find him awake. He’d been sleeping most of the day, the excessive fatigue hitting him like a bag of rocks would. Painfully. 

“How are you feeling?” (y/n) queried, trying to settle Legolas down from her sudden movement. 

“I’m alright. Still quite fatigued and sore but I have to believe I’m on the mend,” he responded, coughing into his elbow. “How’s our little leaf holding up?” 

Gandalf took this time to analyze the dynamic between husband and wife. Slowly, oh so slowly, (y/n) stood up from the rocking chair, cooing at Legolas as he began to whimper. Sitting on her edge of bed and turning her body to face Thranduil, she watched as her husband prepped himself to take the precious cargo that laid before him. As she passed Legolas off into her husband’s waiting arms, everyone could hear the exhalation of relief from both father and son. It wasn’t long until (y/n) sidled up next to her husband, both of them attempting to coax their little one back to sleep with soothing words and gentle touches. 

It appeared that the rumors still stood true from where Gandalf stood. 

The king and queen were exceptional parents.  

“He’s been sporting a pretty nasty fever for the past few hours,” the queen continued. “The healer has come to see him twice to administer a few medicines that she believes will help. However, due to the ferocity of the illness, it will take more time for the remedies to take effect.” 

The king only nodded, pressing a kiss to his son’s forehead. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt, my friends, but—” 

(Y/n) raised a hand. “No, it is me who should apologize. I am being very discourteous. Please, Gandalf, continue.” 

“(Y/n), please. There is no need for that. The only other matter I wished to discuss had to do with meeting the hobbit in the flesh. Would that be something you would be interested in?”

At that question, Legolas’ lip began to quiver. Obviously, he knew what that meeting would entail. The separation of him and his mother. 

“My little leaf, everything is alright,” (y/n) began, reaching past Thran’s arm to smooth her son’s golden hair back from his little head. “Maman isn’t going anywhere.” 

The king took that time to pass his son over to his wife, fully aware of the fact that the elfling needed to be reassured that his mother was nearby. And would remain nearby for the foreseeable future. 

“Perhaps we could consider a meeting within our chambers? I understand that it might be uncomfortable for Master Baggins, but I’m afraid I’m a bit incapable of departing from this spot.”

“Not to worry, Your Majesties. I think an explanation will assuage any fears or reservations regarding this particular situation.” 

“Very well then, Gandalf,” the queen replied. 

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“Are you absolutely positive that I won’t be intruding?” Bilbo asked, completely uncertain about entering the sacred chambers of two esteemed leaders of the realm. In his mind, if he made one false move, then—

Honestly, he didn’t even want to think about all of the ways those two could carry out his death.  

“What do you take me for? A novice? I’ll have you know that I’ve been friends with these two for centuries. Granted, it’s true that Queen (y/n) is much easier to get along with than the king, but it must also be made known that they are both genuinely kind people. Consider yourself lucky this time. His wife will be in close proximity and his poor elfling is fighting a nasty bug. He’s a bit softer today. Never mind the fact that it’s her reconnaissance detail and not his. He knows not to get involved in her affairs, especially ones of this caliber, unless it’s necessary.” 

As Gandalf kept pleading his case to Bilbo, he did notice the hobbit’s features begin to become a bit more consoled the more he talked. Hopefully this meant that he would be able to mediate between the two parties and allow this conference to commence. 

“If you’re sure—-”

“I am. You have to trust me. Have I ever led you astray before?” 

“No, you haven’t. So I guess that means I have no choice but to say yes.” 

At that comment, a small smile appeared on the wizard’s face. 

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When the wizard and burglar entered the rooms that the king and queen shared, they were greeted to the sight of King Thranduil blowing raspberries on his son’s bare tummy, causing a surplus of delighted giggles to erupt from the little elfling and even his wife. 

After Gandalf left to retrieve Master Baggins, Legolas started to get a bit restless. In other words, he was miserable. He was still running a fever and was even starting to sound congested. Rocking him, singing to him, and even reading to him were not captivating his interest nor calming him down.

It wasn’t until (y/n) recommended removing his onesie that Legolas seemed more at ease. Allowing him to cool off was definitely a mood improver. What made that idea even more successful was her husband planting kisses on their son’s belly. Legolas thought it was the most comical thing ever. The more messy the sound, the funnier it was. 

Queen (Y/n) was the first one to notice that they had visitors. 

“Well, hello to you Master Baggins.” 

“Your Majesty,” Bilbo bowed. 

“My sincerest apologies for requesting your presence in such an intimate setting. Unfortunately, we are dealing with a sick elfling right now. As you can understand, his well-being is our utmost priority. My hope is that we’re not making this too uncomfortable for you.” 

“No, not at all.” 

Giving his son one more kiss to his belly, the king looked up and nodded to his visitor. “Hello, Master Baggins. A pleasure to see you again.” 

‘Wow,’ Bilbo thought as he watched King Thranduil wipe his son’s nose while simultaneously give him a lingering kiss on the forehead, ‘he is definitely not what most people presume him to be.’ 

Watching her husband and son, the queen said, “I was very pleased to hear that you accepted my offer to stand in as the mission leader for the expedition to Gundabad. As you know, Gandalf is a dear friend of mine, so you can imagine that I’ve heard a lot about you over the years. I was very impressed with the experience you’ve acquired. And in such a short time too. I think you’ll fit in well here.” 

“That’s very kind, Queen (y/n).”

“Oh please, call me (y/n).” 

“Of course. So, I know that Gandalf mentioned that you wanted to speak to me about a few things.”

Before the queen could respond, Legolas crawled out of her husband’s lap and made his way over to hers. Smiling brightly, she picked him up and embraced him. 

“And just what are you up to, my sweet boy?” (y/n) questioned, rubbing the backs of her fingers down his cheeks. “You feel cooler, which is a good sign. The medicines must be working.” 

The prince just took that opportunity to cuddle into his mother’s neck. 

While his wife was consoling their son, King Thranduil decided to step in. In this case, he knew (y/n) wouldn’t mind. “Like my wife mentioned earlier, Legolas is our priority at the moment. You’ll have to forgive her for appearing a bit distracted, but that is the life of a parent in difficult times. We tag team the best we can, but he has been circulating between the two of us with remarkable frequency.”

“It’s no trouble, King Thranduil. I understand. If it’s more convenient for you two, we could schedule this meeting at a later date.”

“Since your departure is in a week’s time, I’m afraid that’s not possible,” the queen added while rubbing the elfling’s back gently. “There are only three things that are truly of the utmost importance. But given the circumstances that have arisen on my end, I will be brief.”

Bilbo could only nod his head. 

“Our first matter of business has to do with the members you would like to include. Of course, the elven guard will be at your disposal, but I’m also allowing you to pick 5 other individuals. In fact, I recommend it. People that would be willing to follow you and protect you if harm comes your way. People who have fighting experience. Who you choose is completely up to you.” 

Bilbo thought on this while the mother surreptitiously passed her son off to her husband. It was obvious he was eager to have his child back in his arms. But one would be a fool not to want that little elfling around. He was extremely adorable with sky blue eyes and massive dimples that ate up his cheeks. His calm, charming demeanor was just the icing on the cake in the hobbit’s mind.  

“So the dwarves would be an option then, yes?” 

The queen merely nodded her head.

“Right then, with that settled, let’s move on to the second matter. In good conscience I cannot send you without some formal training. Although you can fight, as I have been told, you have never been in quarters quite like this. I have asked Gandalf as well as a few other trusted advisors to prepare you for a potential onslaught. How to strategize, how to attack, methodologies of that nature. They will be the ones that will alert me of your progress. But please know that if they’re not satisfied with what they see, the mission will be delayed until you’re ready. Your safety, and the safety of my guard, is of the utmost priority.” 

When (y/n) didn’t receive any inquiries regarding her expectations, she then proceeded to the third and final matter. 

Glancing over at her son curled into her husband’s chest, she began. “The last issue I would like to discuss primarily deals with the capture of an Orc named Bröcen. As of right now, he appears to be one of the leaders of a sub-group of Orcs that permanently resides in Gundabad. We have reason to believe that he is orchestrating the creation of an army at the request of his overlord Azog; a request that would certainly destroy a significant portion of Middle Earth’s population if it came to fruition. As such, the main goal of this mission is to bring him back here, alive. Without him, we will never be privy to the Overlord’s plans. Essentially, we will never be able to stop him.” 

And just like that, a sudden, tiny sneeze interrupted any potential response from Bilbo. 

Queen (Y/n) and Bilbo himself immediately turned their heads to look down at the little elfling. He sniffled, raising his arms out to stretch in his father’s embrace. After receiving yet another kiss from Thran, Legolas then cuddled back into his chest, paying no mind to the dangers that were being talked about right in front of him. 

“Nai eru tye mánata (God bless you),” (y/n) and Thranduil whispered at the same time. 

Once the queen was certain that her child was fast asleep, she faced the hobbit again. “Again, I can only apologize Bilbo. I’m quite distracted today. My hope is that everything was clear and comprehensive. If you do have more questions, I’ll be happy to answer them in due time.” 

“Of course, My Queen. Please don’t feel any rush right now. You explained everything in a concise manner that I was able to comprehend,” Bilbo qualified. “I’m sure I’ll have more questions, but for now you deserve to focus on your family.” 

(Y/n) smiled brightly. “Thank you for being so accommodating Master Baggins. We’ll be in touch, I’m sure.” 

With that, Bilbo bowed and moved himself towards the door. Yet, as his hand lightly grasped the doorknob, the soft babbling of Legolas made him turn back to see what all the commotion was about. 

Queen (Y/n) was standing, hugging Gandalf tightly while her husband appeared to be walking into their bathroom to run a bath for the baby. He knew that because Legolas was once again curled against his chest as he made his way to a large oval tub that had a baby bath seat sitting on its edge. 

As Thran turned the faucet, his low timbre began to hum a tune to his son who was lazing in his arms, yawning every so often. There wasn’t a doubt in Biblo’s mind that Legolas adored his father. He gazed up at him, entranced by every movement he made and every act of affection he gave. At least it was nice to know that the king’s harshness didn’t actually extend to his immediate family. Rumors be damned. 

Bilbo was soon brought out of his trance by his fellow comrade. 

“You know the rules, (y/n). If that little guy isn’t feeling better in two day’s time, send for me. I’ll bring Athelas as soon as I can.” 

“Of course, Gandalf. See you soon. And you too, Bilbo,” the queen said, waving. 

“Likewise,” was the response she received from both of them.

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Adar with his babies as doggos, because drawing humans is pain