#mute legolas

[violet27writes]

-Summary: Now in his mid-forties, Legolas Greenleaf has yet to speak a word.

King Thranduil isn’t concerned. At least, not for the reason he used to be. -

King Thranduil frowned down at the sleeping elfling in his arm.

Of course, he wasn’t frowning directly at his son, or anything his son had done. Legolas was -In Thranduil’s opinion- Perfect. In every sense of the word. All of his children were, in fact.

No, Thranduil was frowning because of the reason why his son was now sleeping in his arms, with tear stains running down his face. Because the world is cruel, unable to change, and unwilling to accept those who were not like everyone else. Those who were different.

And even elves didn’t seem to be above that.

Not long ago, Legolas had come back from his lessons with his head low, his body language closed off, and his eyes downcast. It didn’t take a genius to figure out why.

Legolas, the young Prince of Mirkwood, was mute. Or at least, non-verbal.

There were times when he would laugh, or whine and grunt, but in all his years, he had never spoken a word. And he seemed to have no desire to.

While it wasn’t concerning at first, since babies of any and every race mature at their own pace, it was a little odd as his first year was approaching without so much as a single word. Most elven babes could talk and sing by nine months, but the King wasn’t worried, one of his daughters had been a late-bloomer, so it wasn’t crazy to think that his son would be too.

By year two, however, is when his concerns had started taking a deeper root, since it was almost like attempting to talk hadn’t even crossed the young prince’s mind.

And now, reaching his mid-forties and being as an eight-year old Man’s offspring, he seemed content as he was: Silent, yet so very loud and outgoing.

The trouble was with the other elflings, and even full-grown elves. An Elf being born into muteness was unheard of, while being forced into by torture or battle was something that -unfortunately- Had happened before. So, it was hard to go even a full week without Legolas having been the main focus of a joke, or a taunt. Him being royalty seemed to increase his burden, as how could a King have any offspring that was not absolutely perfect? Or a Princess who shared the bloodline of one who was different -Simply unlike anything anyone had yet to see?

Legolas was strong, but his burden never stopped growing. His wall was never tall enough to ignore them. His ears unable to block out all that it should never have had to hear.

Today had been one of those days.

The dam broke, the waters roared and fell, and the wall came down with a great crash. But Ada was there, and he always made things better, if only for a little while.

King Thranduil ran his fingers through his son’s pale-blond hair, pausing to undo one of the intricate braids. He decided that the young ellon was due for a bath. But maybe he would join his son in slumber for a little bit first, his weary eyes closing and resting his head on his son’s.

Today had been a long day. For both of them.

[serawritesthings]

SPELLBOUND

Pairing | Legolas x Reader Summary | Your bittersweet love will surely endure until the last of your days. Word Count | 1.1k A/N | Hello lovelies! Ever since I was young, my love for Tolkien has been my greatest inspiration when it came to writing and world-building. But, also all the fantastic writers out there that had me plastered to my computer at 4 in the morning, staying up all night reading wonderfully written stories about all the characters. So, because of this, I am taking a tiiiiiiny step into the community with this short story, hoping some of you will enjoy it. If you do, I'll happily write some more, and if you have an idea you would like me to write, feel free to send me a message!

“Our love cannot be.” 

Her words had echoed in his mind since the moment they left her blushed lips, at first only mindless words lingering in his mind as he stared thoughtlessly, then excessively nagging at him with every chance. Obsessively and utterly spellbound, he could only stare into your teary eyes that never hid from him, taking your trembling lips to his longing ones in a silent protest and carefully surrendering to the prospect of a love that might be possible if you loved hard enough. 

How naive you were, for you said the words too late. What good did it bring to only now speak of what you should have said a long time ago?  Perhaps it could be a testament to yourself that you at least tried to cease what you had, however weak the attempt might have been. Furthermore, you might have wished for him to be stronger than you, more sensible–but perhaps you were too alike in that sense.

“How can you say those words when you already know how my heart longs for you?” You could only close your eyes as he spoke, words dripping like honey over your troubled mind. Momentarily, you bathed in the golden glow, feeling the tenderness soothe the aches and hurt. How could you give him an answer that wouldn’t cause pain when his very words pierced you so–when his care for you extended further than you could have ever expected?

Devastated by the uncertainty that clouded your mind, shaking fingers jerked away from their hold on the silk that covered his forearms. You gasped when his hands didn’t hesitate to grasp yours, placing your palms against his heart that thumped heavily beneath the layers of fabric. 

“Do you feel that?” He spoke softly, leaning his head down to try and meet your avoidant eyes as his other hand found your cheek. “It does not beat like this for anyone but you.”

Unshed tears gathered in the corner of your eyes at his confession, overwhelmed by the idea of being loved by someone who would surpass the short time you had yet to live. Time was a cruel hand, one you couldn’t help but fear deeply, for he, bound to centuries, had a timeless plight while you were made to fade in the fleeting light.

“Our love is naught but a flame caught between two winds,” you say in sorrow, eyes closed to spare yourself the guilt you would feel if you gazed into his sky-blue eyes, the usual vibrancy muted–as if the stars that danced within them had momentarily dimmed. “It’s fragile and fleeting, how will it last?”

“Have I not pledged my heart to you?” Legolas implored, his words dulled with sorrow at the distress residing in your eyes. “Have I not deserved to relish in the warmth you bring me?” 

“Legolas…” He heard you whisper, a gentle plea that fell on deaf ears as he drew you closer, meeting your lips in a longing kiss. In a stolen breath, he reveled in the taste as his forever gentle hands cradled your face, fingers tracing the delicate contours as if to etch it into memory–into the fabric of his immortal being. 

With each passing heartbeat, the glade witnessed two souls so desperate yet unsure, and as it held its breath, the air shimmered around them in the quiet night. Like a silent whisper on your skin, his fingers lighted a path like fire as they caressed, refusing to let you pull away. Oh, how you wanted to. Yet, your heart clamped something so fiercely when the thought passed through your mind, the feeling not far from making you double over in anguish from having to be apart. 

The desperation in his embrace pulled at your heartstrings, urging you to cast away the dark thoughts that rained over you endlessly and lose yourself in his arms that wound their way around you–shielding you from hesitation and fear.

Yet tentative, your response wasn’t passive; fingers seeking refuge in the strands of his silken hair, and with each strand that slipped through your touch, only felt all the more consumed.

“You say it can’t be, yet why can’t my body stop aching for your touch even though you are right here, already in my arms?” His voice was a soft murmur in the night, lips parting for only a moment when speaking to find yours, then again, refusing to let you protest. “Mortal you may be, yet my heart yearning does not know the confines of time.”

Your gaze softened by his sincerity, voiced by her uncertainty. “I can not help but worry about what happens when my time passes. What aching memories will it leave you with…” You trailed off as the thought crossed your mind, but as you felt Legolas brush a strand of hair away from your tear-stained cheek, a soft determination shone through his glossy eyes. 

“Then surely I will pass, for I couldn’t bear to spend the rest of my life in a world where I can not gaze upon the wonders of your spirit that light up the darkest corners of my soul.” Yet melancholy, the words rang true as his voice had a slight undertone of acceptance that confused you. 

He knew that when the burden of your parting would become too heavy, he would transcend the sorrow that bound him to this earthy realm and leave all behind in hopes of once more feeling your touch on his graying skin. He came to welcome the idea a long time ago. Yet, the sadness in your eyes hurt him terribly, and his mind didn’t know how to lessen your anguish and recover the gleam that continuously resided deep within them, at times almost bursting with wonder.

“Why do you speak so indifferently? The thought does nothing but pains me something so fiercely.” He only gave you a soft smile in return, grasping your cheeks between his palms, thumbs tenderly caressing the soft skin underneath it.

“Can you not see, my love?” Placing his forehead against yours, his eyes pierced yours warmly, reassuring you that he only spoke of the truth. “In the realm beyond, we will once more find the embrace of one another, and I will continue to love you as I do now."

“Fret not, meleth nín.” Placing a tender kiss on your teary cheek, he whispered in your ear, bringing your head to rest wearily in the crook of his neck. “For you shall have me for the remaining part of your days, and when your departure becomes a burden too heavy to bear, I shall find you amidst the stars.”

[itsonlydana]

"passenger princess" | epilogue

the hobbit | a modern!AU by itsonlydana

❱ pairing: Thranduil x fem!reader

❱ wordcount: 4,8k

❱ summary: Dating Thranduil Oropherion and the PDA that comes with it

❱ warnings: none

❱ an: here we go, one last night in this story✨️ title once again taken from hoziers "abstract" // also: are any of you interested in a official hobbit/thranduil taglist?

general m.list + series m.list

🌿 reposts and comments are appreciated, they motivate me a lot - especially with longer projects <3

THE MOMENT I KNEW I'D NO CHOICE BUT TO LOVE YOU

The evening welcomed you with a chilly embrace and whispered breezes danced through the coat you clung to, drawing it closer as you emerged from the car.

Your head lifted, attention drawn to the imposing building before you. Unbeknownst to you, your jaw subtly fell, lips parting in a muted "Oh" that almost escaped notice, barely reaching your own ears.

"It's quite a sight, isn't it?" Next to you, Thranduil closed the door to the passenger seat of his car after he had helped you out.

He handed the keys and a few notes of cash to a young valet, whose eyes widened as if he were to drive the Batmobile. The boy rushed to the driver's side of the car, the keys turning on the ignition, and the motor purred smooth like a cat.

You barely noticed it, only felt the vibrations of the car starting. Your eyes were glued to the building in front of you. "It's beautiful," you whispered in awe.

The Imladris Opera House lit up the sky's deep and endless midnight blue.

A washed-out white stone façade rose high up in front of you, its architectural features of multicolored marble friezes, columns, and lavish statuary were illuminated by what must have been hundreds of hidden lights. On either side of the left and right avant-corps two gilded angel figures reached their hands towards the center of the building where a glass dome made the highest point of the palace.

Frozen on the spot, you could not take a step on your own until you felt the gentle push of Thranduil's hand on the small of your back. Looking away for just a second, you glanced at him, shot him a bright smile, and let him guide you towards the building.

The weeks had swiftly slipped away, and it hardly felt like an entire season had passed since that fateful night spent cuddled together.

Late summer had given way to autumn, a season dedicated to delving deeper into each other's lives. Evenings were spent on his couch, sipping wine and sharing every detail about the paths you had walked before finding each other. The world transformed into a canvas of colors, with flaming red and orange leaves falling during your walks, and the glow of candlelight casting a warm ambiance as you lost yourselves between the covers.

Your friendship with Legolas grew impossibly stronger, too, with entire weeks now spent at their house. Clad in long sweaters that grazed your knees, you chatted day and night, studied from breakfast to dinner, enjoyed late evening snacks, and repeated the cycle the next day.

Time blurred into a mosaic of tender touches, lingering kisses, and laughter beneath the sheets.

Before you knew it, Thranduil had once again invited you to the Opera, and once again, you had gladly accepted.

As you got closer, the building grew and grew until you had to let your head fall into your neck trying to explore the intricate details you could only see up close, like the elaborate roses carved into the marble columns.

Thranduil caught your wandering looks and his hand slipped from your back to intertwine his gloved fingers with yours as he leaned down a bit.

"It is said that the architect only accepted the project in exchange for the hand of the king's one and only daughter- who was promised to a prince at the time." – Thranduil's voice reached a dramatic cadence, purely for effect – "No one else dared to take on the tasks of building this Opera, the king had ludicrous ideas of combining multiple styles into one that no other architect thought themselves sane enough to try."

You leaned into his side, your hands brushing against the expensive fabric of his knee-long, black woolen coat. When he started talking, explaining the history of this marvelous building you were so close to entering, his voice fell into the passion that you so adored to watch.

No building, even one as breathtaking as the Imladris Opera House, could be more fascinating than watching Thranduil explain something to you that he cared deeply about.

In the golden tones of the cast iron streetlamps flickering their lights, Thranduil's eyes had taken on a fascinated glitter. It disappeared when he noticed you staring up at him, a quick shadow passing over his usually composed face. "Excuse my rambling," he said and you pouted in disagreement.

"Don't apologize," you shook your head, "you know that I enjoy listening to you" And with a quick movement, you rose to your tiptoes, sneaking a peck onto his from the winter air cold lips. In a low and hushed voice, you murmured: "Talk architectural to me" and felt the blood rush into your cheeks when his eyebrows rose on his forehead.

His eyes crinkled at that, the corner of his mouth twitching in that tell-tale smirk that he reserved for those innuendos that passed between you two, ever since the slip of your tongue on the night he invited you to the Opera in the first place.

He planted a gentle kiss on your temple, his lips pausing briefly before he spoke again. "Okay, then, but feel free to interrupt if I start to bore you."

You nodded with enthusiasm. "Absolutely, don't worry. Although everything you say is interesting to me, you know that."

"I'll hold you to that when you start grumbling about your university papers and ask me to help you understand them," he teased.

"Uhmm– that has nothing to do with you," you rolled your eyes, not intending to mock him but to emphasize the sheer annoyance coursing through you at the thought of your coursework. "It's just that my brain ceases to function if I have to read another dull statement from some politician who kicked the bucket centuries ago and contributed nothing positive to society."

Thranduil chuckled and gently lifted your hands, placing another kiss on your knuckles. "I adore it when you're resolute about highlighting all their wrongdoings instead of doing what's required of you," his lips brushed against your skin, setting ablaze the areas he touched. "My firecracker."

You grinned and gave a playful tug on his hand. "Come on, then, enlighten me with the story behind this building."

Thranduil then began fulfilling your ask and since you had a few moments before you had to enter, he pulled you along the walls.

Whenever he talked about some fascinating architectural features ("There are multiple styles but the ones standing out the most are these elements of the Renaissance, Baroque and Neoclassical"), his long fingers pointed towards them, using statues to explain his statements.

You walked along the front façade until you could peek around the corner and he showed you one of the two pavilions- the other one was on the right side of the building, another mathematical symmetric design choice ("Which points to the architect's inspiration by the renaissance").

After that, you turned around again to walk towards the main entrance, where, feeding into your nervousness, a larger crowd had formed a line. Thranduil's hand in yours gripped you tighter as you approached those fashionable men and women who, in your mind, must have seen right through the smile you now wore more so as a mask than out of pure joy.

Despite all the dates planned leading up to this, starting with coffee dates turning into evening dinner outings at restaurants that you felt comfortable with until you let Thranduil choose some that he wanted to take you, you felt like a fish out of water.

Yes, Legolas had helped you select clothes that fitted the occasion, ones you already had because Thranduil would disapprove of you buying an outfit that served as a costume rather than what you felt comfortable with, but right now, staring at the elegant hats and lavish dresses, nothing seemed like the right choice.

Thranduil must have noticed that you grew quieter, answering what became a monologue rather than dialogue, with nods and "Hmms". He didn't say anything out loud, nor did he stop talking, probably relying on the whispered reassurance that you had given him one evening when he had fallen into a monologue such as this one, raving on about a book he had read when you'd admitted how much it calmed you to hear him speak.

You let him tug you under his arm, resting your cheek against his side while you slowly shuffled forward in the line.

Coming closer to the double doors opened wide enough to let golden light fall out into the night and bathe those entering into its nearly godlike shimmer, the storm inside you ebbed into a breeze, scarcely shuffling through some thoughts that your mind couldn't let go just yet.

Considering what you have gone through, this date shouldn't scare you. This was Thranduil beside you, the man who held your heart carefully in the palm of his hand as much as his arm secured you right now, he would make sure that this night would play out like you wanted.

"When we enter you will see–"

You interrupted Thranduil with a gentle nudge of your head against his chest. The smile that now graced your mouth was soft and real again, something Thranduil immediately caught onto.

"Thank you," you said without further explanation; it wasn't needed.

"You are welcome, my dear," Thranduil leaned down again, hovering over your lips as his eyes took you in as if to make sure to imprint your smile into his memory, before closing the gap between you.

There was no hesitation in the way he kissed you, his lips parted as soon as you lifted your chin higher to meet him and a barely audible but deep and sensual hum spilled into your mouth. One of his gloved hands cupped your cheek to angle your head and his thump stroked over your jaw. It fell open with the slight pressure performed from the finger, inviting him in to deepen the kiss.

Only the clearing of a throat behind you reminded you that you were for one in public, close to making out like teenagers, and second standing in line.

While you pulled away from Thranduil, your head flushed beet red, and muttering: "Sorry, I'm so sorry, yes, sorry, we will move", Thranduil looked awfully pleased with himself as he lifted his hand to wipe away some lipstick that had stained the corner of his mouth.

He shot you a wink as your eyes flittered over the deliberately slow movement of his thumb and you rolled your eyes, cheeks flaming hot.

You rushed to close the gap that had formed while you and Thranduil had been all over each other, giving the woman and her grinning husband another apologetic nod and smile. You pulled on the red scarf that Thranduil wore around his neck.

"You're impossible," you murmured, casting him a scornful glance, then burying your face in a cold hand, "Oh God, how embarrassing"

Thranduil's chuckle at your attempt to hide your heated cheeks and probably reddened lips only showed you how little he regretted the kiss.

"Darling," he began, still grinning widely and clearly proud of his talent for unraveling you in public like that, "If it bothers you too much, I'll restrain myself. However," – he leaned in, whispering the next words in your ear – "look how everyone looks at us. They envy me for standing beside you, for not having the most exquisite person in one of their arms."

You raised your head just in time to see a young man a few meters in front of you hastily jerk away and, promptly, dropped his ticket. When he stood up again after fishing for the paper on the ground, he looked back at you, then at Thranduil and oh, there really was something like envy in his eyes.

And because Thranduil was Thranduil, a cocky asshole at times, he smiled at the boy while his arm dropped to your waist provocatively.

You only rolled your eyes, yet this public display of affection and possessiveness had your heart flutter in your chest.

Heart pounding through your rib cage, his large hand holding you to him, you muttered something through your teeth.

Thranduil raised one eyebrow interested. "Could you maybe repeat that, I did not understand what you said."

"I said," you took a deep breath, huffing out air that dissolved into a white cloud, "–that I do not mind the kisses."

A grin filled with satisfaction spread across Thranduil's face at that, dimples carved out into porcelain skin. The hand on your waist held on tighter and it took a simple tug of him for your body to turn into his again, a simple twitch of his lips for you to kiss him.

This time though, you made sure to have it last no longer than a quick peck as the line moved and just when you separated, the crowd in front of you cleared.

"Good evening, Mister Oropherion! I haven't seen you in a while," a young woman greeted Thranduil, and overcome with shock you stared at your partner.

"Good to see you again, Sigrid", Thranduil winked at you, mouthing a "Later" when he noticed your bewilderment. Delving into the depths of his black coat, he retrieved a golden card – the Opera's emblem gleaming in the lantern light – as Sigrid waved her hand.

"Ohh, you know I don't need to check your card, Sir!"

Thranduil laughed and the card disappeared in the pocket of his coat again. "I know, I know. I also know that your boss wouldn't like you skipping formalities just because it is me" – his mouth curved into a smirk, "ah and I have someone to impress tonight"

Sigrid leaned forward, a hand next to her mouth, to faux a whisper: "He may seem like an arrogant ass, but I can tell you– he is secretly a softie"

"What?" you faked a gasp, turning to look up at Thranduil who, to your surprise, blushed…blushed!

He playfully swatted your hips and shot Sigrid a warning look: "What have I ever done to you that you must embarrass me in front of the lady?" He sighed, though the corner of his mouth betrayed him, "Was it the time that I thought Legolas invited you over to…what did you call it, my love?" as if in deep thought, Thranduil lifted a hand to scratch his perfect chin, "Netflix and chill?"

"Oh my god–"

"Thranduil!" you cried, laughter bubbling up your throat before you could stop it. Out of pure condolence for the girl, you started shoving him into the entrance hall, away from the girl whose face turned beetred as she fumbled to stamp the tickets of the next couple.

"It was nice to meet you!" you huffed out, wrangling with the tall body of Thranduil who was snickering to himself, making it not easier for you to handle him.

"We should chat some other time! Legolas, some boys and I have a movie night once every while, you could join"

The invitation was clearly not enough to help the poor woman, Thranduils high-pitched laughter (so unusual for his usually deep and honeyed voice, that pure sound of his laughter) would probably haunt her for the rest of the evening given the look on her face.

However, she nodded frantically. "Sure, I will have Legolas send you my number," then she smiled, "Have fun tonight! You as well, Sir!"

"I'm sure we will," you called back and there was a phrase like "If you could behave the rest of the night" on your tongue, at the sight of the entrance hall however, it slipped away.

The hand that you had used to direct Thranduil fell and he used the opportunity where your mind stopped working, to take it back into his. If you weren't so busy staring at the interior of the Opera House you would have teased him for being so touchy tonight, yet there was nothing leaving your lips of that sort.

"Wow," you breathed out.

The red carpet you stopped on trailed further into the hall, ending shortly before a large ceremonial staircase of white marble with a balustrade of red and dark blue marble, which divided into two divergent flights of stairs leading to the second floor which overlooked the foyer through wide open curved outward balconies. Golden candleholders with what must have been hundreds of candles decorated the columns, lulling you into a trance with the flicker of their flames.

A finger trailed over your temple, sliding down behind your ear and your neck, and it came to rest with the rest of the hand on your shoulder. "For years I have gone in and out of these halls, impressed by their beauty. Now, with you standing right here, all the gold pales." Thranduil's words sent a shiver up your spine and you tilted your head to stare at the ceiling.

"There is no need for flattery," you said, wide eyes wandering over the balconies on which women leaned onto the balustrades with sparkling glasses of wine, to the grand staircase where the crowd trailed upward without a hurry, "You already have this girl speechless."

Thranduil's lips delicately brushed against the shell of your ear, as his hands leisurely traced the contours of your side.

"What a shame, though I would hope you will find your voice again," his voice bore semblance to a velvety purr, "–for I am genuinely interested in garnering your perspective on the private balcony, affording an impeccable view of the orchestra, that I had readied for us."

As your head swiftly turned to fixate on him, his rosy lips formed, in a manner not surprising anyone, that typical smirk that left you marveling at the intriguing resilience you had maintained in resisting its captivating allure. Every time you saw it, especially now with his icy blue eyes waiting, provoking a response, you were contemplating how you had never fainted at the sight of it before.

And the worst part was, that he knew what he could do to you with one single smirk, or just, and it was embarrassing to admit but you couldn't help but fall for it every time, one strategically raise of an eyebrow.

No matter how bewitching his smirk was, however, you were much more hooked by what he said.

The questions toppled over themselves in your head, a "WHAT?" knocked down a "You are kidding, right?" and then there were the big "Why?!" and "How?" that you were hung on.

Most of these questions resolved themselves; there was no need to reiterate what had already been sufficiently explained. Thranduil was undeniably wealthy, almost absurdly so in his own estimation.

This fact had been glaringly apparent from the outset when you only knew him as Legolas' father, the owner of a law firm that represented politicians and celebrities, often requiring him to work late. He indulged in whiskey from opulent bottles and drove the most extravagant car you had ever sat in. The first time you visited Legolas at their home, a gathering of Thranduil's colleagues celebrated his ascension to CEO, filling the mansion with the strains of piano music and the gentle clinking of delicate crystal glass flutes.

If it hadn't been clear, Thranduil's habit of spending a lot of money with and for you (whether it was in the form of gifts such as books, a new coffee machine for your dorm, or simply the dates he took you on) was explanation enough.

The man had been greeted by name at the entrance and like a few people, all dressed in fine clothes like him, he didn't have a ticket, he had a member card.

So you swallowed your questions, took the arm he offered you and let yourself be led through the beautiful and tall halls of the opera.

Why not savor both this gift and the delightful company of the man you've fallen for?

If it wasn't obvious that Thranduil was showing off a bit, come on, he had kissed you right in the middle of the grand staircase and grinned at every man staring at you on your way, it became more than clear when you walked down the hallway to the private rooms. Another boy in uniform opened a door as soon as he saw Thranduil walk up to him, greeting him by name just like Sigrid did.

Behind the door, you let out the quietest "Holy shit" afraid that the swear would taint whatever holy atmosphere vibrated around you.

The air was filled with the low murmur of people talking, shuffling towards their seats and you, you looked down on all of them.

Literally.

Beneath you a sea of stools stretched onward, a moving mass of hats and pinned-up hair.

You took a careful step forward, coming up to the balustrade, you laid your hands on the red velvet that cushioned the balcony.

Just like the other balconies on your left and right, beautiful wooden panels were creating an archway under which you stood, with roses and delicate swirls painted golden.

You had a clear view of the stage, up on the fourth floor as you quickly counted in your head. The stage was covered by maroon curtains that draped over each other instead of just framing the sides and ended in gold ornaments at the seams.

The dome, which you had seen from the outside, was hidden behind a slightly curved ceiling, the only telling of what rose into the sky behind it. Nevertheless, the ceiling was a view all of its own.

A piece of art.

Up there, a dark sky had been painted, sprinkled with tiny golden dots of stars and hanging perfectly centered not just to the painting but to the whole room, hung an enormous chandelier, dripping with crystals that reflected the light of the lamps, honey golden liquid broken down into a thousand shards and bathing everything in a spectacle of imitations of stars.

Thranduil stepped up behind you again. He slung his arms around you, pressing his front against your back to rest his chin on your shoulder. Silver hair fell over you as he nuzzled your temple with his nose, brushing and tickling the sensitive skin of your neckline.

Slowly he took on to unbutton your coat, his nimble fingers pushing one button after the other through the holes.

"Is this the time to tell you that I practically own this balcony?" his voice rolled over your body, words spoken close enough that you felt his lips form them.

"Yeah," you breathed out "I figured."

"And do you know what that means?" he asked while opening the last button.

You shook your head slightly so as not to knock him away.

"It means," he unfolded himself from you to pull away your coat. You turned and watched as he hung it next to his own, it looked small in his large hands. Your fingers dug deep into the velvet behind you, eyes locked with his. "It means we can come here whenever we want as well as leave whenever we want"

It wasn't what you had expected to hear, yet you let out another deep breath, basking in the residue of tension and heat that had lapped at you both and transformed into something softer, much more meaningful than desire.

"You are the most fascinating man I have ever met," you mused, tilting your head to look at him. Thranduil was dressed up in smart black (and snug) pants and his white blouse wore a stark resemblance to the one a character you had gushed over in a movie had worn.

That he had maybe chosen the article for that exact reason made your heart flutter in your chest.

He sauntered closer to you again, hands clipped together in his back and when he leaned against one of the two chairs, the only furniture except for a small table, it was nothing but graceful. He regarded you through hooded eyes, an expression in them that was so full of infatuation it should be too much for a relationship this young, this fresh but you had been ready to plunge into this deep and far ever since you had met him.

"I promise this is just to impress you," Thranduil smiled, and lifted one corner of his mouth higher than the other and it made him look almost shy.

"Mhmm," you hummed, stepping closer to him and when you reached out to cup his cheek, he leaned into it. His eyes bore into yours, the ice-cold blue melting every bone in your body into a puddle. "I think," you whispered and looked from one eye to the other, "you don't need anything to impress me except for yourself." Raising to your tiptoes, you smiled against his mouth "Thank you, Thranduil. This is the best gift anyone has ever given to me"

As you looked up at him through hooded eyes, his gaze became soft. His lips met yours in a gentle but playful kiss, one where he nipped at your lower lip and throat and did that low purr of satisfaction. It made your head swim in the best way possible, let all thoughts come to rest.

When the lights dimmed a short while later, you found yourself cuddled against Thranduil's side, his arm around as natural as everything had become between you.

The music swelled- the tunes of a piano mixing with the violins and cellos, increasing into the playful introduction that you had come to listen to whenever Thranduil drove you anywhere.

You allowed your glance to flee from the orchestra to Thranduil, watching his side profile next to you.

"I am so lucky," you whispered. It should have been spoken far too quietly to be heard in a room that was filled with a dozen instruments orchestrating the most gorgeous music.

Thranduil however, turned his head as soon as you said the words.

"You say you are the lucky one yet here I sit, unable to believe you are truly with me," he said and reached out to trace a finger over your temple down to your cheek. "There are so many things I would like to tell you, my darling"

You watched him, silently inquiring him to continue.

He sighed and the corner of his eyes crinkled in soft delight. "It's just– I feel so much more ever since you came into my life and while it's close to overwhelming– well, and I do mean that truthfully and wholeheartedly positive, it made me realize how much more enjoyable life is when I can share it with someone I l–like"

"That doesn't sound like something that's 'just' anything," your wavering voice betrayed how collected you wanted to sound. Feelings as hard as the waves during a storm crashed inside you, lapping up your throat trying to break out of where you dammed them away to.

"No," Thranduil shook his head "No, I dare say it's not just anything. It seems to be everything. You, you wonderful girl, you are everything"

Your breath hitched, caught in the mix of emotions in your throat. Fingers carefully lifted to intertwine your hands, coming together in your lap. He waited, you figured, he waited for you. He always waited for you. The music faded into the background as you reached for him.

Reaching and waiting, daring and yearning, teasing and loving.

He was the fine threat that pulled on your heart, tugging on it in the same rhythm as it beat inside your chest.

"Thranduil?" you fiddled with his fingers, tugging on them to have an outlet for everything rushing through you, leaving you restless with the want to scream your feelings into the world.

"Yes?" He sounded hoarse, unusually so, and it urged you on further.

"The moment I met you I knew you would take my heart and whisk it away." Grappling with the challenge of expressing just how much of an impact he had on you, you thought back to every big movie scene, every lovesong that you finally understood the lyrics to.

All of them felt bland in contrast to the cocktail of feelings that he evoked in you, the emotions that came from loving this man.

However, he beat you to it, articulating what had occupied your contemplation.

"I love you," Thranduil's voice resonated, gaining a steady cadence. "I love you. I realize it might be soon, and time lies ahead of us, but I wish to spend every moment with you, fully aware of the depth of my feelings."

A violin's sigh, a cello's resonance, a gasp.

"I love you too, Thranduil. So much."

Thranduil inclined his head, a golden aura enveloping his silver-blonde locks that cascaded around you like the rich, heavy red curtains.

At that moment, he resembled the Swan, exuding grace and elegance. His long, fair eyelashes cast shadows on his high cheekbones, and as he leaned in to kiss you, a profound sense of being utterly cherished and loved enveloped you, much like the crescendo of the music all around.

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[pinetreesandtea]

WACKEST Crossover? IDK IM BORED BUT-

LOTR Characters playing ✨Minecraft✨

I’m sorry

Frodo

Has built a perfect replica of Bag End

Works together with Sam, Merry and Pippin to recreate the Shire

Very chill, has a pet dog named after Bilbo

Built a perfect replica of the Shire and the path to Bree and Rivendell

The best person to go to for maps

Just for gags, he has a secret dungeon under his Smial. You’d have to go through the pantry and through secret passages. He’s bored

Also has a Nether portal in his dungeon

Special enchanted sword named after Sting

Merry and Pippin have ‘accidentally’ killed him more then 40 times

Boromir accidentally killed him once, he didn’t really care but Boromir apologized profusely (He tapped Frodo to grab his attention and Frodo died bc he had half a heart left)

Frodo likes listening to the In Game music

Prefers to explore and build but doesn’t usually get into combat with mobs (Unless the fellowship drags him into an adventure)

Usually is working on his maps

Terraforms with Sam

Enjoys making noteblock music

On the vc, his mic is very quiet so his voice comes out as a whisper

He usually mutes himself and replies through the game chat

Gamer tag - fFr0d0_Bags

Sam

God at farming

Also is stacked in every food item there is in minecraft

Sam has his own farm with Horses, Llamas and Donkeys

Has a book and quill where he records the Horse’s family Trees

Named all his animals

Built a replica of his smial

Hardcore protector of Frodo

He’s killed Merry and Pippin double the amount of times they’ve killed Frodo

Uses eggs and occasionally snowballs as a weapon

The times that Frodo did die was whenever he wasn’t around

Beat Aragorn to death once

Oddly enough, Iron Golems love him

Usually dies protecting Frodo, falling to death or Eating poisonous potatoes

Bill the Pony has killed him once

Enjoys Terraforming with Frodo

Randomly gives cake, pumpkin pie, and cookies to everyone

Decent mic, polite on vc and is a mod on the minecraft server and discord server

Gamer Tag - S_GamGG

Bill the Pony

It’s a mystery on how exactly Bill is playing

Even Gandalf doesn’t know

It freaks everyone out

His player is a horse somehow

Has killed Sam brutally(he found out Sam named a Donkey after him. Was insulted that he was considered a donkey.)

He’s not on the discord server

Doesn’t type in the chat

Either stares,or nods/shakes head

Gamer Tag - Bill_the_Pony

Merry

Always running around, up to no good

He has the second most deaths in their Server

Likes to test fireworks on Frodo with Pippin

He tried making an underwater base with Pippin, it failed

So now their base is near Bree, a very nice cottage/mansion

Also uses eggs or fireworks as a weapon

Loves going Fishing

Collects flowers

Has four dogs, all named after Legolas, Aragorn, Boromir and Gimli

Gimli accidentally killed Legolas the Dog, Legolas thought he did it on purpose, so he shot down Gimli the dog with an enchanted bow. (Flame III)

Merry was devastated

he held a funeral for Legolas the Dog and Gimli the dog, he forced/guilt tripped everyone in the server to attend the ceremony 

Frodo was the priest 

As revenge, he planned to breed Aragorn the Dog and Boromir the Dog to make Legolas II and Gimli II

Boromir left the game

Aragorn promptly hunted Merry down before he could

he beat Merry to death with a fish, then used his mod powers to strike Merry with lightning. 

Aragorn the dog and Boromir the Dog ended up dying too, as when Aragorn killed Merry, they attacked him and he KO’ed the dogs.

Merry held another funeral for Aragorn the dog and Boromir the Dog 

Spams the crouch to dance/bop

He’s tried to follow Aragorn around (with Pippin of course)

Aragorn somehow knew they were following him, even though they were crouching and shot them dead with a trident

Constantly stealing from Sam’s gardens and farms

Good at building  but actively chooses to use the ugliest materials

Horrible at interior decorating

his mic is ok, it cuts out, sometimes sounds like he’s getting possessed

Gamer tag - MERRY_the_BESt

Pippin 

runs around with Merry

chaotic

Has been killed by everyone in the fellowship except for Legolas

Came up with the idea of testing fireworks on Frodo

has a firework bow

uses fireworks as a weapon

Also loves fishing 

Loves going Mining 

spams the crouch button

always testing mods on his own time 

for the life of him, he can’t build 

Good at redstone

Also likes to make the redstone jukebox songs

Forgets to wear armour 

During the whole ordeal with Merry’s dogs, he was actually exploring and got a bunch of pet cats 

Named all the cats Meowagorn, Meowerlas, Meowmli and Meoworomir

Frodo had to Teleport Pippin to the funeral and back to wherever he was

gets lost when he explores

Frodo has to guide him by looking through his locator maps and points him into the right direction

Pippin has the highest death count in the server

Mostly killed by Frodo, Sam, Aragorn and Gandalf

died from hunger at least 7 times

He acts as a delivery person, basically transports trades across the map 

Kills the wandering trader on sight

He has a pet donkey that he travels with during adventures, named it Treebeard 

Horrible at exterior decorating but is actually pretty decent at interior decorating

his mic is horrible

cuts out, lags, hurts everyones ears

you can hear Pippin’s family in the background (random screams, his mom shouting at his siblings, etc) 

Surprisingly, a mod on the Discord server 

Gamer Tag - Pip1INs

Aragorn

Pro 

a menace in regards to combat

a mod on their server

He’s helped Frodo with the path replica to Rivendell and built his own Rivendell

Keeps an eye on Merry and Pippin

They usually don’t know he’s watching them 

Drags the fellowship into adventure/expeditions

he takes up ‘quests’ given from the fellowship and in return they give him prizes like ores or other valuable items 

They essentially get him to do stuff such as ‘Collect A stack of glow stone for 30 gold’ or something like that

Regularly trades with Everyone

He’s only died twice

He got beaten to death by Sam with a raw fish 

The second death was by Bill the Pony, it was so brutal that Aragorn stared at the ‘You Died’ screen for five minutes straight 

Usually hanging out with Boromir, Legolas, and Gimli

Get’s his weapons + armour from Gimli

Has made a beautiful monument/statue of Arwen 

Its veryyyyyyyyyyyy far tho

He sends letters to Legolas (Delivered by Pippin) in Elvish. But it’s just silly stuff

Always exploring, he buys maps from Frodo

Collects rare items

He’s got stuff from the Nether to the Ocean Monument

Trades with Gandalf in regards of Nether wart, blaze rods, etc

He can usually find Pippin whenever he gets lost exploring

His base is at Rivendell

He also built a secret Ranger base cuz he loves his ranger homies

Has a great sense of direction (from his Ranger skills) and is able to get to everyone else’s bases with Coordinates or maps

Fills out Frodo’s maps for him

As much as I want to say he has a great mic, he doesn’t

He really gives the vibes of having the most crappiest and spotty mic.

“Fr—o- I —— *KSHHH*—- sun——, isn’t that right?”

Frodo: 👁️👄👁️ …. Right.

Despite this, he constantly tries to still use his mic until someone tells him they can’t understand him

Ends up using the chat halfway through

But uses full on sentences with perfect grammar and everything

Gamer Tag - Str1der

Legolas

Rebuilt a new and improved Greenwood

On his father’s throne, there’s a sign in Elvish that says ‘Doodoo head’

He somehow breaks into Aragorn’s base and leaves silly insults written on a book and quills or signs

Such as “you stupid” “u ugly” “doodoohead” “yo mom” “ur musty”

Legolas absolutely loves doing it

Didn’t get Minecraft at first

When I say he was a noob in the first few hours of playing, HE WAS A NOOB NOOB

Aragorn and Pippin had to guide him through

Usually found PvP’ing with Gimli

For the life of him, he cannot keep a pet

It’s like bad luck

No matter how hard he keeps the pet safe, they’re always killed

Merry’s graveyard is filled with his previous pets

Swore to never tame another animal

A god at decorating

Whereas Merry is good at building, Merry is horrible at decor. And so, he helped out with decorating Merry and Pippin’s base (which is how Pippin learned how to decorate)

They cornered Legolas and started to do the Crouch bop and begged for him to help out

Legolas will not admit aloud but he found it endearing

He has a soft spot for the hobbits lmao

However, he has shot both Merry and Pippin with potions arrows

Hasn’t killed them tho

Legolas’s skin was made by your truly, Merry

(NOTE: I made this back in likeeee 2021 (?), wrote a huge chunk after this line, forgot to press save, only had it up to here, and I had to just put my phone down. The frustration I felt 😭 Buuut it’s been sitting in my drafts for literally years cuz I was THAT frustrated and had no motivation to try and remember/rewrite what I lost. Was just checking out my drafts and remembered I haven’t finished it. So, Voilà.)

Enjoys annoying Gimli IMMENSELY

Is absolutely helpless when it comes to mining and the Nether. Most of his deaths come from either mining (Falling from tall heights, suffocating from gravel, falling in lava) and the Nether (Again, falling in Lava, trying to kill Pigmen, trying to sleep in the Nether)

As expected, absolute god at archery

Great at parkour and makes parkour in Greenwood

Once the group defeated the Ender dragon, he was the first to use Elytra and LOVES it

Has a good mic but usually forgets to mute himself

Also writes in full sentences, proper grammar and fancy words in chat

Gamer Tag - LEG0_LAS

Gimli

Obviously he’s the miner friend

He’s a proud dwarf, so of course he’s gonna do what his people do best

Rebuilt Erebor/The Lonely Mountain, the Glittering caves/the White Mountains, and The Misty Mountains

Like he really went crazy with the builds

But it was all because he had too much blocks

Makes extremely complicated and vast mines

Even Aragorn gets turned around

They all somehow connect and Merry n’ Pippin get lost every time they try to explore his mines

He has to go retrieve them every time

In the end, he made some rails that directly connect everyone’s bases so that no one (the hobbits) gets lost

An absolute demon at Redstone

Secret doors, bases, and passages

He has A LOT of resources

Collects everything that he mines even if it’s Andesite

He made the Lonely Mountain as a base for all the materials

Literally chests upon chest filled with resources

Trades with the fellowship

The hobbits trade any enchanted books or food for building supplies

Aragorn and Boromir trade meats, wood, and dye for armour and tools

Gandalf trades enchanted books, potions, and exotic stuff he finds for potion materials (lapis, redstone, glowstone, gold, spider eye, coal, etc.) and a place to stay lmao

At the beginning, both Legolas and Gimli refused to trade with each other

Begrudgingly, Legolas began to trade other types of wood and rare items or loot like a Trident for building materials, nether materials and ores once he realized that he was hopeless with mining and the Nether

Enemies to BFFS fr

They do lots of competitions and prank wars

Dabbles in enchantment, makes high quality armour and weapons

Uses an axe for combat

Repairs any abandoned mineshafts he finds

Best builder in the fellowship

Everyone has to spam the chat in order for him to go to sleep for a quick sec

the only times he isn’t underground is when there’s a raid at one of Boromirs villages, trading with the fellowship (and even then, he’ll just send Pip to deliver it or send it in a minecart chest) or group events/quests

Otherwise, he won’t be seen for DAYS

Brings the whole squad down into the Deep Dark to fight the Warden

Has an ok mic, usually fine but occasionally cuts out

Writes in shortened words in the chat

Ur, K, gtg, brb, r, cya

It annoys Gandalf and Legolas

Gamer Tag - G1ml1_Son0f_Glo1n

Boromir

He’s the type to find villages, fix it up and improve it

Turned an Abandoned zombie village into Minas Tirith and healed the zombie villagers

He’s decent at building but not the best with creative builds

Basically only good at building Gondorian architecture and medieval style architecture

Claimed a huge chunk of land that nobody was using and named it Gondor

He looks after numerous villages and maintains them

But likes to visit everyone, tours Gimli’s mines, tries out Legolas’s parkour in Greenwood, stays at Rivendell and helps out Aragorn with whatever he’s doing, and ‘vacations’ at the Shire

(Merry and Pippin mainly drag him into whatever shenanigans they’re up to)

A duo with Aragorn when it comes to adventures

Exploring the Nether, bastions, jungle temples, desert temples, ocean monuments, the deep dark, and the End.

Amazing at combat and PVP

Uses a shield, sword, and occasionally a crossbow

Also has a soft spot for the hobbits

Merry and Pippin definitely exploit the crouch bopping to convince him

He was the one that found Frodo’s secret dungeon underneath his smial

Was secretly a bit freaked out and never said a word until everyone else found out

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” “I’m afraid Frodo might’ve sacrificed me or something along those lines”

Is constantly gifted flowers by the hobbits

He has no idea what to do with him but felt like he couldn’t refuse when even Frodo and Sam gave him flowers

might think its a bit stupid at first and Completely oblivious to the fact that hobbits like to communicate through the language of flowers

Is secretly flattered tho

Once it got boring when nothings really happened with his villages (he of course already expanded them and built fortifications like walls) he ended up claiming another chunk of unused land and recreated Rohan

He loves Rohan so he couldn’t help himself

Got into horse breeding he was finishing up Edoras

Named his best horse after Faramir

Made roads connecting everyone’s builds and bases

When he finished, that’s when he realized that Gimli already did that but underground

Boromir, exhausted and sounding defeated: “why didn’t you tell me before I started this project?”

Gimli: “how was I supposed to know! I thought you knew the railways were all connected to every base”

Decent mic, you can hear him grumbling in the background as he’s doing whatever

Idk why but he seems to be the type of guy to sneeze like a dad

Temporarily deafens everyone’s ears when he sneezes with his mic on

Doesn’t use the chat

Gamer Tag - B0r0m1r

Gandalf

To be honest, I don’t really see him playing

If he did, it would be on rare occasions and make surprise appearances

Does not have a base

Instead he’ll randomly crash at other people’s bases

The hobbits, Gimli and Aragorn don’t mind

Legolas and Boromir are like 🤨

Collects enchantments and makes looooots of potions

Also makes a ton of potions

Hasn’t died yet

Travels in the Nether like he’s enjoying a stroll in a park

Supplies Merry and Pippin with fireworks

Explores A LOT

Doesn’t really bother with building

Likes to enjoy some good scenery while listening to the peaceful in game music of Minecraft

Has collected all the music discs

He creates a lot of traps/pranks and chuckles to himself as he goes off to find another spot to lay a trap

Because he isn’t on the server often, everyone won’t even think it’s him

Merry and Pippin will often get blamed for Gandalf’s traps and it started a war

As everyone’s fighting it out, Gandalf is watching with a small smile on his face

Doesn’t use a mic

writes the same as Legolas and Aragorn (full sentences, proper grammar and fancy words), but also rhymes his words for fun

Gamer Tag - Gandal_The_Grey

[wordbunch]

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)

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

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there it is!!! I really really hope you enjoyed this ride, I know I did. 🥺 I’ve got so many wonderful comments on this story, so thank you all for that - you warmed my heart and pushed me to keep writing. ❤️❤️❤️ Let me know your final thoughts on it 👀

tagging @entishramblings as requested 😘

[witchy8464]

Change - Legolas x GN!Reader

Summary - You age, yet Legolas does not. A life over 71 years of marriage. Short angst fic.

You met when you were young and spry, aged twenty-four. Your skin was tight and smooth over your face, your hair full of color, and your muscles strong. He found you fascinating, and you found him equally so. Your bond grew deep and powerful, tied together were your souls. It was no surprise when love followed. You were married four years after meeting. 

At twenty-six, lines began to appear near the corners of your mouth and your eyes. Legolas’s skin remained flawless. 

At thirty-five, your hair began to grey. Legolas’s did not. His hair remained silken, the color of a golden field of wheat.

At forty-seven, your joints began to ache. Legolas could still leap and bound with the grace of a deer.

At fifty-three, your once gorgeous hair, filled with life, was almost muted, tuned to gray. Legolas’s hair did not change.

At sixty-eight, your face was covered in folds and creases. Legolas’s skin did not change.

At seventy-four, you grew tired, your body protesting. Legolas did not change.

At eighty-two, your memory began to fade. Legolas did not change.

At ninety-one, you were bedridden. Legolas did not change.

At ninety-nine, you were sick. Legolas did not change.

At ninety-nine. 

You were gone.

And Legolas? 

He did not change.

When you would have been one hundred, a century, Legolas was gone.

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You met when you were young and spry, aged twenty-four. You were beautiful. He loved your heart and your mind, your soul and your spirit. He loved how you loved him, and he loved loving you. Your bond grew deep and powerful, tied together were your souls. It was no surprise when love followed. You were married four years after meeting.

At twenty-six, lines began to appear near the corners of your mouth and your eyes. Legolas kissed them. How lovely to have the permanent signs of happiness etched into your skin. He was glad for them. It meant you were happy with him.

At thirty-five, your hair began to grey. Legolas was enraptured. The strands of silver glinted in the starlight, and he ran his fingers over your hair.

At forty-seven, your joints began to ache. Legolas held pride. Here you were, bearing the signs of an adventurer, of someone who did and fought and flew. 

At fifty-three, your once gorgeous hair, filled with life, was almost muted, tuned to gray. Legolas saw nothing but beauty, your hair the color of the moon.

At sixty-eight, your face was covered in folds and creases. Legolas held your face in his hands, warm and soft, loving the way your face showed every way you thought, you laughed, you smiled.

At seventy-four, you grew tired, your body protesting. Legolas stayed with you. He waited and he listened and let you sleep as you needed.

At eighty-two, your memory began to fade. Legolas held you tight. Even when you did not remember him, you felt safe in his arms. So that was what he would do.

At ninety-one, you were bedridden. Legolas read to you. He placed flowers on the table, wrapped you in the softest blankets, and slept next to you through the night

At ninety-nine, you were sick. Legolas loved you.

At ninety-nine. 

You were gone.

And Legolas? 

He changed.

He did not laugh, and he did not smile. You were not there to hold. You were not there to wait for. You were not there to read to. His heart died that day. It died with yours. His soul pulled at your bond, wishing you would tug back a response. But you were cold and silent. 

When you would have been one hundred, a century, Legolas went with you.

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Word Count - 611

Inspired by this post 

[torchwood-99]

Emyn Arnen Poll

I've been looking for some real life castle for what Eowyn and Faramir's home will look like in Ithilein.

We know that Emyn Arnen is in the hills, and that Ithilien is known for its forests and vast quantity of plants and flowers. The gardens at Emyn Arnen were designed with Legolas's help, and were famously beautiful.

So taking all this into account, I've been trying to look for castles and keeps that have a mix of white or paler stones, beautiful grounds, hill settings, and a general fantasy vibe.

Option 1: Castell Coch (Wales)

In person, the stone is actually more pinkish than white, but its a pale, muted shade. The setting is stunning, surrounded by hills and valleys and forestation. It's a true fairy tale castle, and the interior is pretty incredible too.

Option 2: The White Tower (Tower of London)

The White Tower is part of the Tower of London. Whilst the hilltop setting will have to be imagined, it fits the colour scheme to a tee, and is ridiculously beautiful.

Option 3: Château de Chambois (France)

A smaller keep, but very white in appearance. Simple, discrete and elegant, ideal for a castle that needs to exist in harmony with elaborate grounds and a beautiful setting.

Option 4: Château de Chambord (France)

A somewhat more elaborate Château, white stone and truly beautiful, a home fit for a fairy tale princess.

Option 5: Leeds Castle (England)

Paler stone for the white theme, chosen especially for its famously beautiful grounds. I've been there myself and seriously cannot describe how beautiful they are. Here's a link so you can check them out yourself, and decide if they're worthy of being designed by an elf.

The Princess Alexandra Gardens - Leeds Castle (leeds-castle.com)

Option 6: Dover Castle

Pale stone and in the hills! Bonus points for having been of defensive significance in England's history, appropriate considering Ithilien's borders and role in the war. It was held by Eleanor De Montfort when it came under siege during the Second Baron's War, who was able to negotiate for pardons for her supporters before being exiled to France, so it's got a history of being run by powerful women.

[findusinaweek]

10 Characters/10 Fandoms/10 Tags

I was tagged by @ainulindaelynn and @krankittoeleven. Thanks, buddies! I didn't know most of the characters you mentioned, so it's fun getting to be introduced. I honestly like when my mutuals post about characters they love, even if I have no clue or am not into it. It's just fun seeing what people are passionate about, you know? Also, ainulindaelynn, I like blurbs so I'll do that too.

1) Akito Sohma (Fruits Basket) A terrible person. The first character that I felt like I needed to chew on, you know, like really just gnaw on them. Unhinged4Unhinged. Me questioning my sexuality, morality, and religion over this character. UGH. These are screenshots from the remake, like actual dialogue, and 100% how I feel about this character.

2) Chell (Portal 2)

I love her. She's powerful. Good at jumping. Mute. Smart. Infuriating to murderous A.I. Probably traumatized as all hell.

3) Handsome Jack (Borderlands series)

My favorite irredeemable villain? I want to study him like a bug.

4) Haldir (LOTR)

OK! He's very cool! He's very pretty! He shows up at Helm's Deep and the way Legolas is grinning behind him is how I feel about him too. He's just so cool!!

5) Jim Jimenez (OFMD)

6) Erwin Smith (AOT) I'd follow this guy and his eyebrows to my death, sure. Very charismatic. I like the deep dives into his character, the ways he must feel guilt and shame. He's a very devoted man, and I'm impressed by that type of characterization.

7) Lito Rodriguez (Sense8) I admire his grasp of emotions. I admire his growth through the show, from cowardice to sticking up for the people he loves. 8) Eliot Waugh (The Magicians) His "Becoming me was the greatest creative project of my life" quote lives in my head.

9) Anna Karenina (Anna Karenina) Flawed, fascinating. The kind of character that waltzes into my brain and steals my attention. I need to try to read the book again. It's interesting how my feelings about her change as I get older. I'm less behind her decisions, but I think I understand them better.

10) Brasidas (AC Odyssey) Do I need to say anything about this guy? Do I? You know how I feel, I'm sure.

Also, I'm unsure if I've seen this gif before, but wow <3 <3 <3

@saenora, @milfeivor, @shirayuki7, @hagiographer13, @illegible-scribble, @thecontractorandtheastronaut, @stressfulsloth, @fikali, @the-writings-of-a-mad-foxgirl, @cata-liinaa If you all would like, go ahead. If anyone else wants to do this, go ahead as well.

[realtacuardach]

6 Sentence Sunday

Thanks for tagging me, @tathrin!

This is from a story I hope to write about Legolas' homecoming, inspired by this art by @fluentisonus.

Casting his gaze around the unfamiliar landscape of his home, the elf tightened the grip on his bow, although the enemy had long since gone, leaving destruction in their wake. A heavy weight lodged in the back of his throat, choking him as though all the ashes smothering the earth around him had in turn found their way there.

He sank or crumpled or fell to his knees in front of the broad tree trunk that had once borne the branches and leaves that had always welcomed him first whenever he'd returned to the only home he'd ever known. Trembling, he brushed his fingers across the blackened, charred stump, and closed his eyes, trying to recall the memory of the ancient murmur of the tree he'd known since he was an elfling.

Nothing.

A leaf-laden branch of another, mercifully minimally charred, Mirkwood tree brushed against his shoulder, and Legolas ached, he knew not whether the movement was that of condolence or a simple trick of the wind, as the call of his homeland's trees were as muted to him as any of the others in Arda now.

I hope to write more of it soon!

[acornsandoaktrees]

Eryn Galen Family Tree 🌲

haha.. tree..? get it?... ok

Holly branch

<first gen>

Eluréd, son of Dior son of Beren, assumed dead as a child after abandonment in the forests of Doriath.

Silivren, a Silvan elleth who met Eluréd during his travels.

Aduial, a skilled singer whose task and honour it is to wake the forest of Greenwood from its slumber every spring.

Faedhínen, a mute soldier who adapted the hand-language of Hwermë for Silvan use.

<second gen>

Oropher, who left his family to travel to Greenwood, where he was elected King.

Ethuilas, born mute like her mother, a healer on the council with whom he clashed.

<third gen>

Amathring, eldest princess of Greenwood. alas, she fell to a drake in the North.

Duinion, a faithful companion of the Forest River and devoted lover.

<fourth gen>

Alfirin, a reclusive sage, friend only to flora.. and Radagast the Brown. cousin of the current princens, though she rejected any claim to the throne.

Oak branch

<first gen>

Eluréd, son of Dior son of Beren, assumed dead as a child after abandonment in the forests of Doriath.

Silivren, a Silvan elleth who met Eluréd during his travels.

Mallos, who cultivated his beautiful gardens in Amon Lanc.

Lanthir, adrenaline-seeking mountaineer and diver. since a devastating incident, she has been using mobility aids.

<second gen>

Oropher, who left his family to travel to Greenwood, where he was elected King.

Anorloth, a dancer who took on the task of maintaining the gardens after her father sailed for Valinor with her mother.

Bronadui, long-standing Chief Marchwarden of Greenwood.

Aerlinn, a poet who has always longed for the sea. she sailed for Valinor as soon as possible.

<third gen>

Thranduil, second Sindar King of Greenwood, who saw it through a long darkness.

Thalanes, who took up the mantle of Captain of the Guard after the previous captain's death in the Battle of Dagorlad. (a different role than Marchwarden)

<fourth gen>

Laerion, firstborn of the current princens. he rejected heir status to become a wandering bard.

Alphes, middle child and eventual Elvenqueen.

Legolas, youngest child and eventual member of the Fellowship of the Ring.

[galadrielette]

I tried the watch the hobbit movies but it gets the point where Legolas is there and I just. Can’t do it. When you have to mute most of the movie to try and get through it you know it’s not worth it lol.

[disabled-tolkien]

☆ Month of Fic Recs ☆

For each day of September (which is disability pride month in Aotearoa) I'm sharing a Tolkien fanfiction with disabled characters.

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Day 2/30: The Strength of Silence (series) by trysomecats

Fandoms: Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit

Rating: G to T

Disabled character: Legolas (mute)

Relationships: Gen

Warnings: canon-levels of violence

Summary: A universe where everything is more or less the same, except Legolas is mute.

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[ao3feed-tolkien]

More Than Words

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/zxBfaIG

by Violet_Writes (Violet27)

Now in his mid-forties, Legolas Greenleaf has yet to speak a word.

King Thranduil isn’t concerned. At least, not for the reason he used to be.

Words: 537, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of One-Shots that hope to become full fics one day

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Legolas Greenleaf, Thranduil (Tolkien)

Relationships: Legolas Greenleaf & Thranduil

Additional Tags: Young Legolas Greenleaf, Caring Thranduil, Protective Thranduil, Thranduil's A+ Parenting, Good Parent Thranduil, all the Thranduil tags, Nonverbal Legolas Greenleaf, Mute Legolas Greenleaf, And yes Legolas has sisters, but we’ll get to that later, Wordcount: 100-1.000

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/zxBfaIG

[ao3feed-thehobbit]

More Than Words

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/oYBHuGV

by Violet_Writes (Violet27)

Now in his mid-forties, Legolas Greenleaf has yet to speak a word.

King Thranduil isn’t concerned. At least, not for the reason he used to be.

Words: 537, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of One-Shots that hope to become full fics one day

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Legolas Greenleaf, Thranduil (Tolkien)

Relationships: Legolas Greenleaf & Thranduil

Additional Tags: Young Legolas Greenleaf, Caring Thranduil, Protective Thranduil, Thranduil's A+ Parenting, Good Parent Thranduil, all the Thranduil tags, Nonverbal Legolas Greenleaf, Mute Legolas Greenleaf, And yes Legolas has sisters, but we’ll get to that later, Wordcount: 100-1.000

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/oYBHuGV

[thewhitegullsarecrying]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Legolas Greenleaf & Thranduil Characters: Thranduil (Tolkien), Legolas Greenleaf Additional Tags: Disability, Mute Legolas, Baby Legolas Greenleaf, Parent Thranduil, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort Series: Part 6 of The Strength of Silence Summary:

Thranduil cannot help but dote on his little elfling, especially when it is now only the two of them.

[trysomecats]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Legolas Greenleaf & Thranduil Characters: Thranduil (Tolkien), Thranduil's Wife (mentioned), Legolas Greenleaf, Elrond Peredhel (Mentioned) Additional Tags: Father-Son Relationship, Mute Legolas, Protective Thranduil, Parent Thranduil, Baby Legolas Greenleaf, Young Legolas Greenleaf, Mirkwood Summary:

“This is just ludicrous,” the elven-king decided one day during a walk through the forest with his son, who skipped ahead happily as he hugged the trees and picked flowers from the forest floor. “Words are just words, and they mean nothing. If Legolas cannot speak, then that is how it shall remain. He is still just as perfect as can be.”