#tauriel x legolas

[msbilberry]

AU. Everyone is alive and living happily in Erebor. Bilbo and Tauriel plant a wonderful garden on the side of the Mountain and every day at 4 o'clock they drink tea there together.

On one of these days.

Tauriel: how funny it is now to remember how jealous Legolas was of me.

Bilbo: *takes a sip and looks into the distance* it’s possible that he was simply offended that the dwarves were interested in you, but not him. 

Tauriel: well, not everyone can turn the heads of dwarves the way you and I can.

They look at each other with smiles and clink cups of tea.

***

Meanwhile somewhere in Mirkwood.

Legolas looks at the portrait of Gimli in the medallion he took from Glóin.

Legolas: one day I will find you, beautiful creature.

[rottencherrypie]

R-18+; Scent, Taste, Touch (Mirkwood Elves x Reader)

Summary - Three of the five senses with the Mirkwood elves.

Warnings - Smut, language, male genitalia, female genitalia, mention of bodily fluids, male masturbation, female masturbation, creampie, smelling intimates while masturbating, legolas whimpering, eating while masturbating, oral sex (reader receiving), semi-public oral sex, thinking of reader while masturbating, reader does not have any specified genitalia (I tried my best).

Pronouns & POV - None, third-person

Pairings - Legolas x Reader, Thranduil x Reader, Tauriel x Reader

Word Count - 1,900+

A/N - I am in the middle of writing a smut and needed a little break, so I thought I'd try my hand at something new. I also made my own gifs which are a little off, but I like them. Pure smut under the cut!

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- legolas

Scent. Things of the earth that brought comfort to the elven prince were far and few; it was farther and fewer when it came to instantaneous soothing. It neared the realms of impossibility to cease the never-ending chatter, the sleepless nights, and the constant sensation of fight or flight that roamed through his veins.

Yet, there was one thing that always eased him. The one thing that lulled him into a sense of security he hadn't felt for decades. 

Your scent.

The moment he breathed in your scent, the perfect mixture of forest musk and spring waters, all chatter within his mind ceased. The lids of his piercing blue eyes would flutter shut, the weight of his toned figure easing into your gentle arms as he breathed you in. 

His face buried in the crook of your neck as he inhaled the scent straight from the source, the soothing tightness of his strong arms holding you close to him as he kept breathing you in. 

The exact position would keep you in place as his aching cock stretched you out. The halls filled with the squelching click of his manhood carving itself deep into your sensitive walls as he kept his face buried in your shoulder, the soft tickle of his breath upon your exposed skin sending shivers down your spine as you heard him inhale shakily.

"So good." The words would be breathless as if he was a sailor who had fallen overboard desperately attempting to gain air, yet all he wished to fill his lungs with was the scent of you.

He wouldn't raise his head from your shoulders; his grip upon you would tighten as he hid his face further into your flesh as a slew of soft whimpers vibrated against your skin. The weight of his body firmly pressed into you, deepening the heavenly stretch of your inner walls as the speed within his hips would quicken.

His thrusts deepened, ensuring each inch of his cock had its moment within your sensitive area as he moaned in your scent, breathing it all in as he painted your walls with his hot seed.

And when there are nights where you were unable to warm his bed. He would find your scent in other manners.

The sight, one of his face masked within the fabric of your intimate wear. His nose pressed deep into the fabrics, seeking the spot that contained the most amount of your sensitive aromas.

The faint squelching click of the elven prince toying with his throbbing cock was stifled by his shaky, deep inhales as he breathed in the scent that clung to the fabric upon his face.

"Fuck." The word was a muffled moan as his slender hand tightened around his cock, the weight of his head falling back, allowing the intimates to weigh upon his face, drowning his sensitive nose in the pure scent of you. 

He'd continue to breathe in the tang of your scent, his motions growing sloppier and sloppier as he envisioned himself in that all too familiar position: deep inside you, holding you tight, breathing you in.

A slew of whimpers would fall from his lips, muffled by the fabric, as his aching cock would shoot rope after rope of white, hot seed. Trickling down his strong hand, dripping onto his wrist as he sat there: breathing in your scent.

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- tauriel

Taste. The captain of Mirkwood's guards had a very refined pallet. There was little that truly satisfied her taste buds, as many of their foods she deemed as bland and the wines lackluster.

But, there was one thing she craved. One thing she yearned to taste over and over again.

You.

The moment your lips entwined with hers, allowing her to taste that divine sweet taste upon her own, quenched her cravings. The lids of her emerald eyes would flutter shut; the warmth of your soft lips melding into hers would ease all tension from her.

Her tongue would graze your bottom lip as the kiss deepened, seeking out more of your taste as her strong hands rested upon your shoulders. A content hum would vibrate into your mouth as your lips part, allowing her to indulge in her cravings.

Cravings that she held for more than your lips. The training grounds flooded with the harmony of your breathless moans; the sensation of your hands tugging at her hair filled her senses as she continued to pleasure your sensitive area.

A pleased hum would vibrate against your nether regions, sending a shiver down your spine as her tongue continued to navigate your sensitivity. The bitter tang of you filled her mouth, making her moan in pleasure against your flesh as she buried her face further into you.

A faint sting of her nails digging into the flesh of your hips would fill your senses, earning a faint hiss to fall from your soft lips as she continued to lap away at your sensitivity. The sound of her pleased hums growing as loud as your moans, the training grounds filled with the pleasure-filled melody as the elven guard indulged in her cravings.

Her tongue would move faster, lips pausing to suck against the sensitive flesh, causing a wave of pleasure to surge through your body. The knot within your stomach would snap, sending that familiar static of pleasure to rush within your veins.

A grin would spread upon her lips as your sweet nectar filled them, her tongue seeking out every last ounce of the heavenly liquid as she continued to lick and suck until there was none left for you to give.

And for nights without you, she would find other ways to fill her cravings.

There was a dish she claimed tasted like you, a dish she would spend hours perfecting to be to her taste. The sight of her, legs sprawled wide on the bed, a silver platter of food beside her, a hand between her thighs, and the other grabbing from the platter.

The halls would tingle with the soft harmony of a gentle squelch from betwixt her thighs, her slender fingers gliding in and out of her soaked core as she bit into the food. A moan would be muffled by the food within her mouth, chewing it as slowly as the slender fingers that pumped inside of her.

The gentle stretch of her fingers delving deep into her core was nothing compared to the heavenly stretch of your fingers, nor was the dish as divine as your taste, yet that did not detour the elven guard from getting her fill.

Her fingers would move faster, food falling upon her chest as her inner thighs would clench around her hand. The gasps of her pleasures momentarily stalled as she swallowed down the delectable dish, envisioning it was you upon her lips.

Her inner walls would flutter and spasm around her fingers, drenching her fingers and hand with her sweet nectar as she lay on the bed. Legs still spread wide, the platter beside her, and a yearning for your taste.

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- thranduil

Touch. The elven king wasn't necessarily fond of familiar greetings. He didn't see the point in them: handshakes, headbutting, and worse of all, hugs. The elven king saw no purpose in such juvenile greetings. 

In his mind, there was no purpose for his skin to touch another, for his warmth to mix with theirs. They were a waste of time, nothing more.

However, there was one whose touch was like a soothing balm to his aching heart. A touch that allowed his view of familiar greetings to crumble.

Your touch.

The moment he felt your soft hand within his, the soothing sensation of your fingers resting within the gaps of his fingers, the elven king would soften. The sharpness of his steel-blue eyes would ease as his gaze fell upon the sight of your palm pressed against his.

His thumb would glide upon the smooth skin of the back of your hand, tracing the path of your knuckle to the crook of your thumb. The weight of the day would ease away as he held your hand tightly, his free hand encasing the other side of yours as if it were the most precious gem within his collection.

A grasp all too familiar to you. One you would often feel upon your wrists as the king held you on to the smooth silks on his bed, his throbbing cock carving itself deep within your sensitive walls as the bed creaked with each sharp thrust his hips made.

His free hand would glide down upon your side, tracing the path to your upper thigh as he brought your hands to his lips, pressing his thin lips against the smooth flesh that separates your wrist and your thumb as he continues to drive his hips into yours.

He'd free one of your wrists, allowing it to fall onto the smoothness of the bed as he placed the one within his grasp up to his toned chest, allowing you to feel the contrast of smooth skin within the sea of scars his chest held from previous battles.

"Touch me." The words would be a breathless plea as if he was a poor sinner who had spent endless hours begging for forgiveness, yet all he was begging for was the warmth of your touch.

His eyes would loop back into his skull, the weight of his head falling backward as he'd feel your hand glide down from his chest towards his lower abdomen. You could feel the muscles of his abdomen tighten from your touch, how his hips would stall for a moment before driving into you even harder.

"More." He'd command, his hips bucking into yours relentlessly as he lost himself in the sea of your touch. You would be able to feel every inch of his cock twitching with pleasure whenever you'd move your hand; the smooth glide of your skin against his was utter perfection.

The twitching of his cock would come to a halt as he painted your inner walls white with his seed. The small circles you traced upon his lower abdomen would send him over the edge of pleasure. Sharp hisses of pleasure would escape his lips as you'd feel his body quivering beneath your touch, trembling just as a leaf would in the wind.

And for nights without your touch, he would improvise.

The sight of the elven king sat upon his bed, legs spread as his hand glid up and down his throbbing cock. The faint twinkle of the candlelight reflecting against the delicate bracelet upon his wrist caught within the corner of his eye, a bracelet which was an exact copy of the one he had given you.

The delicate metal charm upon it would often tap against his massive cock as he continued his stroking motions as a chill would roam down his spine as the lids of his steel-blue eyes would flutter close.

His lips parted, mouth falling open, allowing for each groan of pleasure to escape his lips with no resistance as the air filled with the squelch of his hand upon his cock, and the faint jingle of the bracelet bouncing upon his wrist.

His cock would glisten, covered in a cream specially crafted to keep your skin as soft and smooth as he enjoyed it. The whiteness of the cream mixed with the whiteness of his seed as his brows knitted together.

He would continue to revel in the sensations, envisioning your hands upon his cock, your touch, as the tightness within his abdomen would continue to strain until it finally snapped.

A hiss of pleasure would escape his lips, his head tilting backward as the heat of his seed drenched his hand, trickling down upon the bracelet. Envisioning it was yours instead.

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Legolas, Tauriel, Thranduil

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[gulnarsultan]

Oh how about yandere platonic Thranduil, Tauriel and Legolas with innocent young hobbit reader?

Where Reader is Bilbo’s daughter, cousin or niece and she goes on the quest with him and the company.

Thranduil

You sweet thing. Really the others must be stupid. How does a sweet and innocent hobbit like you go on a journey like this? He adopts you immediately. He will do everything for you to live a happy life by staying with him in his palace. In my Thranduil's eyes, you are a sweet thing that should be protected. Don't worry, Thranduil will take care of you.

Legolas

He is very surprised when he meets you. How could someone like you have come this far? He will immediately start taking care of you. You cannot continue the journey. If you insist on continuing, he will go with you. It will allow you to return home safely. He will always visit you.

Tauriel

She thinks you are so cute and sweet. Honestly, she doesn't think it's right for you to go on such a journey. It will accompany you on your journey. Making sure you are safe and well is very important to Tauriel. You've made a great friend who will be with you for the rest of your life.

[this-train-aint-stopping]

I'm In Love With A Dumbass Dwarf Club

Biblo: Are you sure that hair braiding is a big deal? Thorin does it all the time.

Tauriel: Yes, Kili was quite clear about that.

Biblo: *wordless, muffled screaming*

Legolas: *walks into the room*

Tauriel & Legolas: World's most awkward stare down

Legolas: It appears I was slightly incorrect in my assumptions that all dwarves were intolerable.

[intoxicated-chan]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 ༻ 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬

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

Word Count ➳ 2.7k

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

AWOIAF Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He didn’t see the dragon descend towards Mirkwood.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was far from it. A warning.

Zaldrīzes buzdari iksos daor.

A dragon is not a slave.

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

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

Aegar laid comfortably on the ground, snoring.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“...Is it?”

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

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

“What makes you wonder that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Only a dream, unsure if it came true…

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was a chaotic scene. The dwarves and Bilbo found themselves stuck in wine barrels but their path down the rough rivers were blocked by the portcullis.

Kili’s cry was loudly heard as he fell back, clutching his leg that the Morgul arrow stuck out of.

“Kili.”

Thorin felt his heart sink, hearing his nephew’s cries as he was unable to do anything.

Legolas, Tauriel, and the other Elves fought against Blog and his party.

The Orcs were relentless, fighting to the point until their bodies gave out and welcomed death.

Arrows flew into their bodies, daggers stabbed into their hearts or heads.

Kili’s eyes shut tightly, hissing loudly as he attempted to get back up.

His eyes opened and widened, his eyelids fluttering as the pain was flowing throughout his body… He could see a dragon flying… A dragon?

He could make out the dragon’s silhouette against the sunlight, circling the river before he saw him make a dive. He could hear him roar, loudly.

Tauriel’s eyes immediately shot to the sky, Aegar’s body casting a shadow over the river.

Aegar descended from the sky and landed into the river, his landing sending waves that splashed anyone close.

Thorin couldn’t see Aegar but the sound of his roar was enough to send chills down his back. He looked back and saw the rest of his Company staring up at the dragon.

(Y/n) swiftly unchained herself from the saddle, her feet hitting the ground. She drew her sword, cutting down the Orc coming towards Kili.

She took a quick glance around and estimated the amount of Orcs, she could hear another group coming.

Aegar let out another roar, lunging forward and his massive jaws snapped shut on the nearest orc, easily crushing him into two pieces.

He exhaled a quick stream of flame at the incoming group, the Orcs screaming as they threw themselves into the river.

The Orc swung his ax at her, she ducked and cut his leg, making him kneel with a shriek. She pierced his head with force, making sure he was dead.

She continued to cut through the Orcs with Aegar protecting her, coming down on an Orc that nearly came down on her.

“Tauriel!” She shouted as she tossed one of her daggers past Tauriel’s head.

She grabbed the dagger lodged into the Orc’s chest to stab it once more before using it on another, she tossed it back and (Y/n) caught it.

She heard Kili loudly groan once again, Thorin’s Company were sitting ducks in those barrels and they could only do so much with little to no weapons.

That’s when she noticed why the Company was just floating. The portcullis was shut. It must’ve been why Kili wasn’t in his barrel and why he was on the ground, holding his knee.

(Y/n) dodged another Orc’s attack, managing to move behind him. She grabbed his head and slid her blade across his neck, she then let him fall to the ground.

She came to Kili’s side. “Now’s your chance!” She stated, crossing blades with another. “Go! Before they outnumber us all!”

Kili managed to conjure whatever strength he had left and grabbed the lever, opening the portcullis, and allowing the Company to escape.

“Kili!” His brother cried out, watching Kili slump to the ground once again but push himself into the barrel.

Kili felt and heard the arrow snap, sending another wave of agony throughout his weakening body.

(Y/n) watched as one-by-one, the Company fell into the water and their barrels carried them through the rough stream.

She turned back the Orcs, immediately impaling one Orc coming down on an Elf, and used her dagger to finish the job.

She looked up at Legolas drawing another arrow. “Secure Mirkwood.” He ordered. “Worry about damages later.”

Legolas ran off, following the Orcs that were focused on the Company, Tauriel was behind him.

She rushed to Aegar, she climbed onto Aegar who lowered his neck, allowing her to quickly settle herself.

“Sōvēs!” Aegar began to run, flapping his wings a couple of times before taking off.

(Y/n) directed him towards the gates, wanting to spread the word first. Thorin looks back into the sky, watching Aegar and noticing (Y/n) upon his back.

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[deadthingposting]

Kili*very angry*: this is just great huh, when I decided to marry a elf it was "dishonoring my whole blood line" and "killing mother" and " a stupid political decision for our still broken kingdom" but when little Gimli does it is "healing thousands of years of prejudice " and "he is such a great diplomat " and " a new peaceful beginning of a great friendship " this is all bullshit!

Gimli*smug* : he is just mad because i was declared a Elf-friend before him

[black-deaths-babygirl]

Love how dwarf’s are more or less not like the greatest with other races (especially elves) and then the 3 most popular dwarfs are all shipped with non-dwarfs

[bilbo-baggins-is-a-fcking-vibe]

things that give me life

kiliel hight difference

gigolas height difference

[findelyfantasy]

How Different Elves Would Comfort You When You're Sad (Ft. A Mix of Characters from The Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit!)

Just a little something I threw together with a random accumulation of characters I was thinking about at the time. This was really fun to work on, and I might do a part two some time in the future!

Galadriel: 

She’s wrap you up in the warmest embrace if you asked for it.

Provides the most beautiful and comforting words to help you through your emotions. She wants you to know that some things are out of our control, and that it is okay to feel these negative emotions when they come up.

If you need to vent, she offers to go on a walk where you can talk it out. She’s always there to lend a listening ear when you need it. 

Tauriel:

Tauriel doesn’t touch you when you’re upset, she just listens and talks to you. She tries to ground you the best she can with her words.

If there’s something around that’s overstimulating you, she’ll get rid of it immediately (or try to reduce it to the best of her ability).

She always apologizes for whatever happened to you. Not in an “it’s my fault” kind of why but in a “this should have never happened to you” kind of way.

She’s always up to give you space if you need it. Tauriel knows how it feels to need time alone to process difficult emotions, especially sadness, so she understands completely if you need to be alone. 

Thranduil: 

He always takes you somewhere secluded where you can comfortably let your emotions out without being watched or judged by others. Thranduil likes to keep his Darling safe from watchful eyes that might use moments like this against you.

He comforts you as you cry, letting you burry your tears stained face into his shoulder. He cradles your head in one hand, the other placed firmly on your back, grounding you.

When you’ve finished crying, he wipes the tears from your face and kisses your knuckles. 

If you so wish, he’ll then kiss you other places: your cheek, your lips, your neck 

Arwen: 

Seeing you cry breaks Arwen’s heart.

In all honesty, she feels like she needs to cry at the sight of you so upset.

When you’re upset, Arwen traces patterns on your back and shoulders as you cry into your hands. You appreciate the touch. 

When you calm down a bit, she wipes your tears away and guides your face to hers, making your foreheads touch. 

Legolas:

Legolas only touches you when asked directly, but when you do ask for physical comfort, he gives it to you in full force. He hugs you so tight, knowing that the pressure usually helps you calm down. 

He whispers nice things in your ear, little comforts like “This feeling will pass” or “It will be all right in the end, trust me.” 

Legolas is also the king of distractions. He knows that your mind will dwell on whatever is bothering you until you have something else to think about. When you’ve calmed down significantly, he talks to you about the trees or recounts a fond memory of his. Sometimes he even reminisces on a time that you two have spent together, which usually makes you laugh or sigh fondly at the memory. 

Celeborn: 

Celeborn is a man of not so many words. He comforts you through actions rather than speech, but the impact is just as significant. 

Whether you two are lying down or sitting somewhere together, he traces careful patterns on your back after checking in to ask if that’s something you want. 

In the moments where you’d rather not be touched, Celeborn listens. He knows the need to vent is something that comes up when you’re upset, and he wants nothing more than for you to get it all out. He listens intently to what you have to say and is great at interpreting your speech as you hitch and sputter out your words if you’re still in the middle of crying. 

When you’ve finished saying your piece, Celeborn provides light encouragement and advice to help you regulate your emotions and work toward making your situation better. 

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Fireflies in the garden

ʚ  Pairing: Legolas x Fem. Reader

ʚ Word count: 2430 words

ʚ Summary : Legolas plays a game of hide and seek with you in the gardens of his father’s keep. While there the two of you make plans for your future with him. 

ʚ Themes: Slow burn | Soft | Smut | Forbidden love

ʚ Warnings: Minors DNI | Explicit content of a sexual nature | Kissing | Penetrative sex

ʚTranslations:

Naneth: Mother

Adar: Father

Peredhil: Half-Elven

Uireb Ethuil.

Eternal Spring. That was the name given to the lush gardens of the Elvenking’s halls. Vibrant, verdant, with just about every tree, bush, and creeper in known existence. It even claimed to be home to the only Mallorn tree outside of Lothlorien. The tree had been a wedding gift from Lady Galadriel when Thranduil wed Eluthiel, her husband’s niece. The wedding feast had been splendid and talked about for decades. Everyone toasted the new queen and wished both her and her husband great happiness.

Many centuries have passed since then. The gardens, once filled with glittering feasts and music and an elfling driving his parents to fits of laughter over his antics, now had a gloom cast all over it. Thranduil couldn’t bear to even look at it and he would have let it gone to ruin, had his son not stepped in and seen to its upkeep.

After many years Legolas still cared about it, but not because of his beloved naneth or the memories of the ellon his adar once was. The last eleven months saw him find a very special reason to visit the gardens. It was a reason his adar had never learned about; would never learn about, so long as he continued on the way he had after his queen’s passing.

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"Where are you, Meleth?"

Legolas took a deep breath as he stood by the entrance to the gardens. The air was sweet with the Jasmine that had just started to open. He looked around, trying to figure out where you had run off to. Had you gone to the maze again? 

A soft breeze settled over the gardens, carrying with it the scent of summer blooms and something else. Fireflies. Thousands of them. Legolas stopped briefly to admire their beauty before continuing with his search.

He didn't have to go far, because the breeze also brought with it the sound of footsteps. It had to be yours, as Thranduil had taken his warriors off on a mission to Mirkwood's northern borders, leaving only a handful of guards behind. Legolas looked forward to his father's absences as it meant the two of you would have some much-needed privacy. He picked up his pace, not wanting to miss you this time. 

And he didn't miss you, for there you were, standing by the fountain and watching a thousand little lights settle over the leaves. Legolas just stood there for a little while, admiring the scene, how beautiful you looked against the gathering dusk, before quietly inching his way forward. You were so engrossed in the display in front of you that you didn't notice the prince sneaking up behind you. "I've got you, meleth."

"Meleth!" You squeal when he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you to him. "You cheated!" 

"You weren't exactly hiding meleth," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "So how could I cheat?" 

You had no answer, save for the way he made your breath hitch when he traced a finger down your waist. "And I believe someone promised me a reward?"

"Legolas." Your mind was already fogged up by what he was doing to you. "Someone could walk in on us."

He nuzzled his face in your hair, his body growing weak by how good it smelled. "No one is walking in on us. Tauriel is keeping the others well away from this place."

How Legolas left nothing to chance. "On the condition that we take her with us if your father says no and we have to leave?"

His nod drove home the gravity of the situation. Everything hinged on Thranduil's saying yes, but you had seen enough to conclude that a positive blessing would never be forthcoming. Thranduil would expect his son to marry someone much higher in rank. There were even rumors that Thranduil actually left to look for a suitable bride for his son. "But your father..." You tremble, fearing Thranduil's rage. Legolas was a prince and his father's heir. He would not take kindly to his son courting a low-born peredhil like you. "Legolas, your father will never approve, and..."

"Adar be damned," Legolas spat and cut you off. "If Adar refuses to accept you, then we'll go somewhere else." 

"I'm not sure if I could let you do that," you said, shocked by his answer. "Meleth, this is your home."

Legolas looked over your shoulder, back to where his father's palace was. "This place stopped being my home the day naneth died and adar thought a bunch of stones should be more important than anything else in his life." He said, his voice dripping with resentment. "My home now is wherever you are."

Going against Thranduil meant leaving Mirkwood for good. What Legolas suggested was madness. Utter madness. "But where would we go?"

Legolas grinned cheekily as he tucked a lock of stray hair behind your ear. "Many places." He said, remembering the invitations he had received from his friends. "We can go to Rohan... Éomer said that there would always be a place for us in his home and at his table. Then there's Gondor... Aragorn said he and Arwen both want to meet you. If Rohan and Gondor do not appeal to you, we can always go to the Hornburg. Gimli wrote to me, asking that I bring you with me and stay with his kin. He says you'll love seeing the glittering caves."

Legolas and his plans, his readiness for anything. You adored him for it, but right now you adored him for not wanting to hide you like a dirty little secret. "You-- you told them about me?" 

"Of course, meleth," Legolas said, cupping your cheek with a calloused hand you were all too familiar with. "I love you. Why would I want to hide you from my friends?"

"I love you too." Warmth washes over you in an instant. "You have no idea how happy it made me hear you say what you just said."

"Then it's settled." Legolas leaned in, kissing your temple this time. "I'll talk to Adar the morning after his return, but keep a pack ready. If he says no, we'll have to leave as soon as his back is turned. " 

It was so sudden, but you accept that there was no other way. Thranduil would find some excuse to keep his son away while he... never mind. The outcome was too dark for you to even consider, and Legolas always feared Thranduil trying to hurt you before he had a chance to get you out of Mirkwood.

"Now," Legolas kissed your eyelids next, then the tip of your nose. "About my reward."

"Legolas," Your eyes skim over the maze, looking for anyone that may have wandered inside. "What if someone actually walks in on us?"

"Tauriel is keeping the others busy," he reminded you with a grin so devious it made him look like all smug and cocky, and nothing like the well-bred prince everyone knew. "Well." Your lips spread into a smile. "In that case..."

 As soon as his lips brushed yours, you ran off in another direction, challenging him to catch up. Legolas, laughing merrily, took off after you again. 

Fireflies have surrounded the gardens now. The bushes, vines, and trees were dotted with tiny yellow and orange lights. Playfully running your hands through the leaves, you watch in delight as dots of light take off into the air before settling down on the leaves again. Legolas caught up with you in no time, pulling you under the Mallorn tree with him.

This time he wasn’t letting go. There would be no hurried embraces like those in the middle of the night when you helped him sneak into your bedroom. His mouth devoured yours, leaving you breathless, and him oblivious to you working frantically on his clothes. “Slowly meleth,” he groaned when he felt his vest coming undone. “Slowly.” 

 Legolas grabbed your wrists to stop you. “Slowly,” He pulled away just enough, his mouth barely hovering over yours. “Let’s make tonight count, hmmm?”

His eyes had grown dark and dangerous. “How--” the warm breath fanning over your skin made you need, and how he made you need. Legolas could make you go weak in the knees just by the way he held you, and he knew it. “How slow are we talking about?”

“Very slow.” He whispered before dragging you in for a kiss. “So slow,” he savored the lusciousness of your lips, the sweetness of your mouth. “That by the time I’m done with you, you wouldn't have an ounce of strength left in that beautiful body of yours.”

“You’re wicked,” you gasp when you’re pinned up against the bark of the tree. “Monstrously wicked.”

“And I’m yours,” The purr had you melting into soft clay. “Never forget it.”

“Meleth.” Your breath had grown raw and unsteady, and your knees felt like they were jelly. If he didn’t lay you down soon, those knees might buckle under you. “How I love hearing you say that.” Legolas worked at the ties of your dress, enjoying the feeling of lacing coming undone to experienced fingers. When your dress finally pooled around you, leaving you exposed, it very nearly shattered what restraint he had. “Lay with me meleth,” he said as he spread his cloak on the grass, using it for a blanket. "Come lay with me."

You were in his arms in a heartbeat. In his arms and under his body, where you belonged. Legolas felt his muscles tremble when hands moved over his skin relentlessly. His undershirt had to go, and he almost ripped it in his eagerness to feel the warmth of your skin beneath his. His mouth crashing into yours knocked the wind out of your lungs and made those hands of yours dig into his flesh. “Meleth,” he groaned. “I love you, meleth.”

“I love you,” you whimper as hunger surged inside you. That hunger grew when his hands went lower, gliding, caressing, not stopping until Legolas could no longer bear to just touch. He had to taste. 

The first time you felt his lips on your breasts you bite your tongue, to stop the moans from spilling out. Seeing you trying so hard not to make a sound made him chuckle. “Cry out for me.”

You force your eyes open to dark, steely blue ones looking right back at you. “But the others...if they hear...”

“Fuck the others,” He hissed. “If anyone says anything against you they’ll have me to contend with.”

“But if this goes back to the king there’ll be the devil to pay,” you dread news of this spreading to others. “You know that.”

Legolas no longer cared what the others thought. He no longer cared about what his father thought. All that mattered to him was you. “Anyone who hurts you will have to answer to me. Meleth,” he moved his way back up to you. “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you. I mean it.”

Your fear melted away in his embrace and you reach up to kiss him. It was soft and sweet and left the both of you wanting more. You watch him dip lower, your eyes closing in bliss when that sinful mouth of his bit not too gently on a nipple and made you cry out. You no longer care and you let Legolas do whatever he wished to you. You were his, after all, just as much as he was yours. Nothing in the world had the power to change that. 

Your touch was enough to set him aflame. Legolas could already feel his cock straining against his breeches and groaned. He wanted to make the night last, but his own body was betraying him, screaming at him to get on with it. When his breeches were disposed of he looked up, only to find you smirking triumphantly. “Couldn’t hold on, could you?”

“You little tease,” he growled.

“But I’m your tease.” You mewl when he pushed you back and got on top of you, his thighs forcing yours apart. “Yes.” His chuckle was strangled, hoarse. “You’re my tease. And don’t you forget it.” 

All thoughts of tenderness went flying out the window with just a sharp intake of breath. His kisses were far from gentle and your touch was far from delicate. Your body, already hot and sweaty, felt like it had been splintered when he pushed his cock inside you, wrenching out a cry that sounded fevered and primal. You feel him. All of him. Every time he pushed out you felt empty, your body screaming for him till he filled you again. The heat in your belly grew stronger and you knew you weren't going to last much longer. "Harder, Legolas," you cry into his ear. "I want you to go harder, and faster."

That was like music to his ears. You practically sob in relief when he pulled out and slammed into you, your fingers raking down his back every time his cock went in deeper, filling you and stretching you. Your body grew tense, and your breath grew shallow. "Legolas...I--I" you cry. "I'm sure if I can--"

"Cum for me," he breathed as he plunged into you, his arms now tightening around you like a vice. You couldn't hold back any longer and your walls tightened as your orgasm washed over you, something which sent Legolas over the edge. He felt like his soul poured into you when he climaxed, his hips buckling when he cried out your name and collapsed against you. The world seemed to go dark just then.

Your breathing came out like satisfied sighs. "Meleth?" Through the haze, you hear his breathing, his hand brushing over your hair. "Meleth."

Your eyes fluttered open to his. Eyes that were once dark had now filled with light. "Meleth." You feel lazy even though the both of you were naked and under the Mallorn tree. Legolas fumbled around for your cloak, draping it over himself to cover you both. "We just made love out in the open."

His chest rumbled. "Well I don't care," he said, nuzzling your cheek. "Do you?"

Your cheeks had turned pink, you were sure of it. "I do... A little."

Legolas laughed and moved so you'd be next to him. "Sleep meleth." He melted when you moved your head under his chin and yawned. "I'll wake you when it's time to head back."

No one disturbed the two of you. Only the fireflies stayed for company. 

[meteors-lotr]

Bain: So what did you all do on your recent dates? Tauriel: Sigrid and I hiked a mountain to watch the sunset from the top Legolas: Aragorn and I went to a Renaissance fair Arwen: Wyn took me for a picnic in the woods Tilda: Tilda: I made Boromir come grave robbing with me

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You holding them while they fall asleep part 1

Lotr and The Hobbit characters x Reader

Trope: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: You comfort them after a long day and they fall asleep in your arms

Featured: Thranduil, Thorin, Legolas, Bilbo, Tauriel

Next part: Elrond, Kili, Fili, Aragorn, Gimli

Warnings: blood, (let me know if I should add more)

- Gender neutral reader -

Thranduil: 

Thranduil was off killing spiders that day. You knew how much he hated the fact that his precious forest was filled with those beasts, so you understood when he decided to join the hunt. 

For whatever reason, you stayed behind. While he wasn’t available, you had dealt with the papers he marked to do that night. You didn’t think much of it. He was going to be really tired when he came back, that much you knew. It only seemed fair you let him rest that night instead of doing paperwork. 

So when you were already in bed, waiting for him, you heard the doors slowly open. You didn’t look up from your book as you greeted your elven lover. When you didn’t recieve an answer, you finally looked up at him. And what you saw broke your heart.

His shoulders posture was tense and he looked at you with a blank stare. Thranduil had blood splattered on his face. With a sigh, his shoulders slumped and he sat down on the edge of your shared bed. 

“Do you want to talk about it, meleth nîn (my love)?” you asked as you crawled closer to his slouched form. You put a reassuring hand on his upper back when he shook his head. 

“Come on, let’s wash the blood off of you.” With that, you took him to the bathing chamber. 

After the bath, you layed down on the bed. Once you were comfortable, Thranduil moved closer to you. When you opened your arms to him, he basically crashed onto you. 

Thranduil hugged you so close, if you didn’t tell him to loosen his grip, you whould’ve choked. Once he was hugging you comfortably, you let out a sigh. “Gi melin (I love you), Thranduil. Whatever happened today, you are safe now. Please rest.”

“Gi melin...” he whispered into your chest. You could hear his voice breaking but you didn’t say anything. 

Thranduil started dozing off as soon as you began stroking his hair. It didn’t take much time for him to fall asleep and you soon followed. 

Thorin: 

You won back Erebor after a very long fight. It wasn’t just long but extremely tiring. But you got through it with your lover and you couldn’t be happier. Soon you started rebuilding the destroyed chambers of the mountain. It took you and your friends long hours every day but thankfully you got some help from the outsiders. 

Thorin and you got a large bedroom to yourselves, not that you spent a lot of time there though. Most of the time the two of you were needed elsewhere as Thorin was the king there after all. 

On one fateful night however, you woke up to someone muttering. As you opened your eyes, you could see Thorin sitting on the edge of your bed, his face covered by his palms. You whispered his name but he flinched. He slowly raised his head and turned to you. 

The dull eyes that looked at you were indicating that something was wrong, so you moved closer to him. To which he sighed and turned to look at his hands. He was picking at his fingers, which meant that he was obviously nervous. 

“What happened, amrâlimê (my love)?” you asked while yawning. He shook his head with a sigh. 

“I’m fine. Go back to sleep.” he whispered.

“Sure you are.”

You put a hand on his arm and rested your head on his shoulder. After a few minutes, you could feel a relaxed breath escape his body. With his free hand, he caressed your arm and closed his eyes. 

“I was thinking of the gold.” he admitted. “How it took control of me. My dreams are plagued by it.”

“Oh, Thorin...”

You pressed a kis to his neck and whispered sweet nothing in his ears. Once he was calm enough to fall asleep, you pulled him under the covers and let him rest his head on you chest. Thorin wrapped his strong arms around you and pressed a quick kiss to your neck. 

He fell asleep in a matter of minutes in the warmth of your arms. And even if he was plagued by haunting dreams, he felt safer now. 

Legolas: 

Dating Legolas wasn’t the easiest. It wasn’t because of him, of course not. Legolas was the kindest person you had ever met. The problems started when Thranduil found out about your relationship. It didn’t take long for him to know and at first he didn’t approve. 

Legolas fought a lot with his father about this matter but the Elvenking soon gave in and welcomed you in his home. Now you were staying in Legolas’ chambers. 

Your elven lover was the happiest, of course. He believed that the two of you would eventually make amends and somewhat befriend each other. And soon, you and Thranduil would actually sit down to talk without Legolas nagging the both of you. They were quite pleasant conversations. 

But sometimes they still fought over things. Most of the time it wasn’t because of your relationship, as Thranduil knew his son loved you and accepted that. Those arguments were about things Legolas often didn’t wish to speak about. 

Tonight was one of those nights. Legolas slipped into your shared bedroom with a sad expression. He sighed as he walked over to you and hugged you closely. 

“Are you okay,  melethronen (my beloved)?” you asked as he buried his face in your neck. 

“Ada... (father)”

That word was enoguh for you to understand the problem. You gently stroked his hair and led him to the bed. After Legolas undressed, he got under the covers and hugged you closely. 

He let his head rest on your chest as he hugged your torso. 

“You have no idea how much I longed for this.” You could practically feel his wordson your skin as Legolas’ voice was low when he was tired, therefore it tickled you. 

You let out a little chuckle. “Not more than I did.” He smiled at that.

After a few minutes of stroking Legolas’ hair, you could hear the sounds of soft snoring. You smiled to yourself as you soon drifted off to sleep as well. 

Bilbo:

Once Bilbo came back from his journey, he wouldn’t stop telling stories of mighty dwarves and elves he met on his way to Erebor. Of course, there were things he only told you little about, like the ring he found while traveling. 

Bilbo pretty much left you in the dark about the ring’s powers but you didn’t want to bring it up if he didn’t wish to tell you. One thing you knew however was that he started getting night terrors because of it. 

Tonight, you woke up to an empty bed. You called your lover’s name but no one answered you. Nor did anyone for the second time you called. For a few minutes you were just lying on the comfortable surface but then you had enough of waiting for Bilbo. 

You got out of the bed and started looking for him. He was nowhere to be found however. For a minute, you wondered if he had left to go on another journey without telling you but that thought was quickly swept away by the fact that you saw smoke from the windows. 

Once you walked outside, you found your lover sitting on a bench with a pipe in his mouth. You sighed at the sight, knowing that Bilbo couldn’t sleep that night, so he came outside not to bother you. 

Bilbo turned to look at you when he heard the opening of the door. He looked tired and yet here he was.

“Why are you outside at these hours?” You sat down next to him. 

“I could ask you the same.”

He sighed and took a glance at his palm. That’s when you saw the ring. Bilbo closed his palm and quicky hid the ring in his pocket. 

“I wonder if I did the right thing sometimes.” he confessed. You sat there, watching him, not really knowing what the right words were in this situation. So you just put a hand on his cheek and gently turned his head so he could look at you. 

Then you smiled at him with so much love, he felt like he was going to explode like a volcano. Bilbo cleared his thought then gently put down his pipe on the grass. He pulled his legs up on the bench and rested his head in your lap. 

You began stroking his hair as he whispered a quiet ‘I love you’. 

“I love you too, Bilbo. So please rest.”

He fell asleep almost immediately. 

Tauriel:

Tauriel was hunting spiders all day. It wasn’t new. She was so eager to hunt every single one of them down that she was willing to leave the forest to go to their nest. You told her how dangerous that would be but she was a very stubborn elf. 

One night, when the hunting group already came back, both you and the King questioned where Tauriel could’ve been as she wasn’t with them. Legolas offered to search for her as you retired for the night, waiting eagerly for your elven lover to come back. 

Once you were already in bed, you heard the door open and Tauriel stood there with a rather annoyed expression. You petted the bed right next to you and she sat down. She folded her arms across her chest as she looked in the distance. 

“I just wanted to help.” she started. “But how could I if our king doesn’t let me go to destroy their nest?” 

“I know you mean well, meleth nîn (my love), but going out alone is dangerous!”

She released a sigh and nodded, agreeing that it was rather foolish to go alone but she didn’t have another choice. 

Once Tauriel was done ranting about that day’s hunt, she went to take a quick bath and came back to you with tired eyes. She laid down next to you and pulled you into a firm hug. 

You chuckled at that but you let her do it anyway. She rested her head on your chest as you stroked her hair. Tauriel let a silent groan as she felt the frustration of the day leave her body. 

“Mae carnen, Tauriel (you did well).” you whispered. “One day the king is going to realise you were right and you will take every single one of those beasts down.”

“Thank you, mil nîn (my love).”

You smiled as you placed a kiss on the top of her head. She hugged you a little closer at that. 

It was only a matter of minutes before Tauriel’s grip lightened and she fell asleep. You gave her heair another stroke and whispered: “Gi melin (I love you).” 

Soon you were asleep as well. 

[shionne22]

This Denffely what happened in the hobbit