#wine and thrandy

[wineandthrandy]

[lee-pace-yourself]

Ch. 1 - The Party's Just Beginning. - "Bard. You get one sip as Dorwinion wine will knock you on your ass."

"But I want more King Thranduil. I am the captain of the archers. Strong and resilient like my beautiful bow."

"I am sure you are. But....."

"But...pleeeease?" Bard says with puppy eyes. Thranduil hates puppy eyes and gives in.

"Bard no. Do not do it. You will feel weird tingling in your fingers and see little hobbit folk." Legolas warns.

Bard does not heed the Prince's warning and takes another sip. "My Lord Thranduil. Look. I am dancing with a hobbit named Bilbo." Thranduil laughs as there is no one there and feels quite embarrassed.

Gandalf watched the madness before his eyes and decided he wanted some madness too. "Thranduil, this is madness! Why have you not offered me any of this magical fruity liquid?"

""If you even breathe it, it will stop your ticker where you stand. You can clearly see what it has done to the young bowman." Thranduil replied.

"With that said..." The Elvenking continued to Gandalf the Grey.

It then appeared that the King of Mirkwood also had a bit too much magical juice. "Look what it has done to you as well Thranduil." Gandalf chuckled.

Gandalf snuck a glass as the King turned away after his bickering. Thranduil was right. The smell alone made the wizard all up in his feels and could not even drink it.

Thranduil saw what he did and was pissed.

He took Gandalf's glass and said...."You started this Mithrandir, you will forgive me if I finish it..."

and then the three drunken musketeers all went outside and just stared at the world while Gandalf babbled. The end...

I WAS BORED OK??? lol.

More snark-tales coming on my new blog Snark-tales of the Elvenking come follow!!

[coopsgirl]

I saw these and for some reason they made me think of Thrandy 🍷

[dontfearrr]

Heard it through the grapevine

sorry guys i been so mia i literally have been in a weird funk but here’s a longer fic for u thrandy lovers and lmk if u want a part 2 maybe???

kisses to everyone, enjoy my elf sluts💋💋💋

Pairing: Thranduil x human!reader

Summary: reader keeps receiving gifts at her balcony, she has no idea where or who they’re coming from, she’s determined to find out…

Warnings: mild spicy content nothing crazy though

Category: fuck idk, fluff/hot n steamy?

Word Count: 2.1k

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“strawberries and grapes this time!”

You shouted out to Tauriel who sat on your bed. She was just as intrigued with these series of gifts you’d been receiving. You both have been trying to narrow it down to who it could be, there was very few elves in this realm who spoke to you but the few that did, didn’t seem interested in you. So they were kind of at a dead end, yet the gifts never stopped.

You lifted the white basket off the floor of the balcony where they always were delivered, somehow unnoticed. You sighed and set the basket on the bed next to Tauriel as you both opened the note together. The thought of having a secret admirer was quite endearing, however it seemed a bit childish almost..but very intriguing nonetheless.

“read it out loud! i can’t do it!” you giggled as you handed Tauriel the note and she laughed with you, sharing the excitement. She cleared her throat dramatically and gave you a slight smirk before looking down at the note and she began to read.

“the grapes of the finest wine, the strawberries of the finest vine. for a woman oh so devine.”

She spoke out in a teasing tone. Your face heated up in embarrassment, these poems were always so corny, but who could be so brave enough to share them with you! “oh my, Tauriel..that is absurd” you laughed and shook your head.

You took the note from her and examined the hand writing, trying to get some kind of idea of who it could be! You thought for a moment, the gears in your brain turning ferociously until you tilted your head and looked at Tauriel.

“grapes from the finest wine…finest vine…Tauriel, arent these fruits from the private garden??” you spoke, picking up one of the grapes, it was bright purple, these were the grapes used to make the town wine. Tauriels eyes widened and nodded, they were in fact from the private garden! well this is something at least. “yes those grapes specifically are kept in the furthest corner, only very few people are allowed in that area” she told you, picking up the strawberries. “these are also from the same area. finest fruit indeed” she sent you a teasing wink and you just rolled your eyes at the elf’s childishness.

“are you able to get me a list of the people who are allowed to enter this area of the garden?” you asked her hopefully and she chuckled a bit, causing you to tilt your head in confusion.

“when i say very few people, i mean very few. grab something to write with.” Tauriel told you and you wasted no time scurrying off to find a quill and paper. Once you returned, you handed it to her and she began writing. you were nervous to see who was on that list, hands fidgeting eagerly as you hovered over her shoulder.

Six names were written on the list, this was amazing news. You snatched the paper from her hand and scanned your eyes over the list, it read:

Thranduil

Legolas

Lesysus

Elrond

Haldir

Aman

You were beyond perplexed. This list only made things even more difficult. The first thing you did was process of elimination. Elrond, he was in rivendell currently. Haldir, who was also with Elrond in rivendell….and that was it.. okay so six to four, not bad. But these were royal figures of the realm! There is no way any of these elves were even close to possible..

You looked at Tauriel who gave you a sympathetic look, she could tell you were stressing yourself out over this.

“do not dwell on it, my friend” she spoke gently, and you sighed deeply, setting the paper on your table and looked out the arched window of your chambers. “this was fun until now” you grumbled to yourself and looked down at the paper once more. “I think i’m just going to give it a rest, it’s clear whoever is doing this doesn’t want to be discovered so i suppose i’ll respect that” you told Tauriel and she quite literally laughed in your face, in a friendly way of course.

“i really love your optimism but we both know you’re not giving it a rest. just sleep on it, maybe you’ll get an idea soon.” she stood from your bed and gently rubbed your arm in reassurance before taking her leave.

You on the other hand, had a plan. A very determined one at that. You were going to do a steak out, spying over the royal garden! How incredibly stupid of you, but if the elf who was doing this was allowed in there, you saw no problem with taking a peek…for the entire night.

It was late now, nearly one in the morning, you decided it was a good time to go and spy on the garden. Tauriel had showed you a way to climb up into the trees to look down upon mirkwood, you figured this was perfect, that’s if you don’t get caught and probably executed. You chuckled to yourself at the thought as you threw on an elven cloak, putting the hood up and dressing yourself in your darkest garments to blend in with the night.

You may have been human but you had lived with the elves long enough to pick up on their gracefulness and swift movements. you swung from branch to branch, getting high enough in the twisting tree, maneuvering until you had a good view of the garden. You were crouched on a branch, quite high enough to go unnoticed hopefully. You hadn’t really thought through how long this would take but there was no going back now.

Three hours had passed by and your legs were beginning to ache so you moved to a simple sitting position, legs dangling off of the tree branch you sat upon. Your head snapped in the direction of the garden after hearing some noise, then you saw a shadow of a figure enter the garden. God damned elven sight, that was the one thing you didn’t have. It was simply too dark to see who had entered the garden, you were squinting and squinti-

“i know you are there, young one.”

A deep voice boomed through your ears and your eyes widened. They could see you? They knew you were there? This is ridiculous! Your mind raced but kept quiet until you heard the voice again.

“there’s really no use in hiding if i’m fully aware of your presence. come down. don’t be rude now.” the voice spoke again, you stared at the dark figure and sighed. Carefully jumping down the tree, landing on the top of the brick wall that separated the garden from the forrest then hopped down to the garden, standing slightly behind the very..tall figure. “i apologize, i was- i was…” you couldn’t even make up an excuse, you just accepted your fate at this point.

“you were spying on my garden? for a very obvious reason that is..” his voice was now VERY familiar to you, your face went white and your blood went cold. You’d just been caught red handed by the king. You watched him lift his arms and pull his hood down and slowly turn around to face you. He wasn’t wearing any kind of crown, not even a circlet. His white hair fell down his shoulders along with his hood and he stared down at you intensely.

“m-my lord.” You began to bow but he held up a hand, halting your movements. You obeyed and stood straight, looking at him.

“i see you’ve been receiving my gifts well. a curious one you are..” he said, a bit of amusement laced in his words. If he was being honest, he was quite impressed with your little idea, however he assumed it was only a matter of time.

“and please, call me by my name” he asked, stepping closer to you.

Your heart had fell all the way to your stomach, Thranduil was your secret admirer? this cannot be. you didn’t believe it for a second. That was until his hands reached up to pull your hood down, revealing you to him. “you are quite breathtaking, even in the darkness.” you could feel his index finger ghost over your cheek, the blood immediately rushing to your face causing you to blush deeply at his simple actions. The presence of the king was usually a lot more intimidating, but this felt almost..intimate?

“why me?” you asked quietly, looking him in his eyes despite it being quite dark, you were still able to make him out clearly.

He let out a low chuckle and dropped his hand back down, clasping his two hands at his front elegantly. “you think because you are mortal, that i cannot pursue you? i’ll have you know, i’ll pursue who ever i see fit..” he told her truthfully. He’s had a fascination for the girl for quite a while, though she had no idea of it.

He brought a hand up to your chin, gently lifting your face up so you can look at him properly, and so he can admire his sweet human. your face was warm and beet red, you were beyond flustered and truly had no idea what to say. “you wish to pursue me?” you asked him with a little bit of disbelief behind it and he simply nodded. God Tauriel would lose her mind if she seen what was happening! Your heart was beating rapidly, his touch felt like a dozen swans on a sweet pond. His thumb swiped over your jawline tenderly, causing you to take a step closer to him. He was more than pleased by this.

“i’ve desired you the moment i laid my eyes upon you” his hand was now cupping your cheek, his fingers threading through the hair behind your ear. “Thranduil..” was all you could muster up. He had you weak in the knees from a simple touch, it was quite cruel really. He absolutely loved the way his name sounded on your tongue, causing him to take a deep breath the calm himself down before he did something he regretted.

“will you have me?”

You placed a hand upon his chest, feeling his breath hitch in his throat as you did so. You slid your hand up, never breaking eye contact, feeling the porcelain skin of his neck as your hand continued higher, allowing it to rest on the back of his neck, your fingers nearly tangling in his perfect tresses. “i don’t want anyone else..” you told him and his caused his grip on you to tighten only ever so slightly. His thumb ran over your cheekbone before he dropped his hand, you were almost disappointed until his hand was now on your waist, pulling you against his own body.

Your body was on fire in this intimate moment, you were crumbling at his hand. He could tell you to jump off of the highest cliff and you’d comply without question. His head lowered down to your ear, his lips barely ghosting over your earlobe. “you keep me up at night, young one..” he purred, you could feel his warm breath against the skin of your neck.

You gasped at this and leaned your head to the side absentmindedly at his action, he took this as a delicious invitation as his head fit perfectly in the nook of your collarbone and neck. His lips connected with your skin, leaving open mouthed kisses to your neck, then unclasped your cloak, allowing it to fall to the ground. his free hand pulled at the material of your tunic, exposing your shoulder as he hungrily continued his sweet kisses to your skin.

“Thranduil please..” you breathed out, the torture was far too much. Your legs were trembling and you gripped onto his cloak as if he was going to disappear. “please what, my love? use your words with your king..” his voice was like smooth honey, melting into your ears delightfully. You wanted to cry out in agony, but refrained from doing so as his lips connected with your collarbone this time.

You couldn’t take it any longer, you gently ran your fingers through his hair and cupped his face, pulling his head back to face you, his eyes were half lidded and filled with lust. Your mouth parted slightly as your breath slowed and you leaned your forehead against his, closing your eyes for a moment. You could feel his breath against your lips, you felt this was too much and decided to take matters into your own hands and you closed the gap, his lips molding perfectly with yours. he gripped your waist a little harder, pulling you flush against him as he kissed you with hunger and passion. You tugged his hair, earning a groan from him and backed him up against the brick wall.

The king had fallen completely under your spell at this point, he was yours…

[mismaeve]

Thrandy on his way to the same high council meetings he’s been allegedly banned from, wine in bags to make sure Elrond doesn’t choke on the vinegar piss served by Galadriel

@kanafinwe-makalaure I just couldn’t help myself ��😂😂😂

[smoking-old-toby]

look, we all know thranduil is drunk a lot and bard has a stick up his ass. but. when dale is stable after botfa they put on a little celebration. which becomes a big celebration when thrandy shows up with his dorwinian wine. keep in mind that barduil has been slow burning during the dale rebuild. so thrandy wants bard to loosen up and have fun, but when bard actually does the elf king can't. handle. it. bard gets wasted off a few glasses of that wine and takes thranduil's hand. and when bard brushes his lips across thrandy's knuckles he goes fucking RED

and of course thorin is cracking up and not even trying to hide it because of all the goddamn smirks the elf bastard had thrown him during his courtship of bilbo

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Thranduil and Josie pt. 141- The Mad King

Summary: Thranduil and company arrive at their temporary destination. The King enjoys a not so private river bath. Elrond has deep concerns and makes them known. Legolas learns a shocking truth. The camp is being stalked. Another revelation comes to light. Aragorn and Boromir bicker. Raven gives up. She also learns a truth. A carnival takes place as Josie fights her distraught mind. She makes a wish that does not go unheard. Raven braves the wrath of Thranduil.

*Warnings* smut, angst, language, suicidal tendencies

NOTES: I have had the honor of collaborating on the Thranduil/Elrond scenes in this chapter with a very talented writer and one I consider a friend @redeemer46, because no other writes the Rivendell ruler better. Please check her Thranduil fic out on AO3 titled "Because The King Says" if you have not already, for you will not be disappointed. It is beautifully written and will draw you right in. There will be more of of this collaboration in my future chapters as well between the two elf lords. Thank you my Thrandy girl! A little easter egg shout out to you is included. I'll let you find it 😉

BTKS link below. Copy and paste into your browser.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/36929689/chapters/92136106)

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The sun has set and the moon had taken over on the west side of the Misty Mountains near the Bruinen's edge as Thranduil and company entered Elrond's base camp for the night. Come breaking dawn, they would the make their way to Imladris with expectations of arriving there by nightfall as long as no more trouble followed them.

There must have been at least fifty tents, but Thranduil new exactly which one was for him as both his and Elrond's were the biggest ones there and designated by color, Thranduil's being almost as Ivory as his long silken strands.

Of course the Elvenking quickly dismounted his white horse and bee-lined inside for the wine he knew his old friend would have waiting for him. He stood with his eyes closed with a sigh, savoring the sweet Dorwinion vintage as it rolled down his throat, then his eyes wandered about the spacious quarters. It was surely fit for a King as Elrond had thought of everything, from the bed linens to an array of clothing, in which Thranduil immediately laid out his chosen evening wear...but first, he needed a quick dip in the Bruinen to cleanse himself of the orc and goblin blood.

The aroma of food began to fill the air as multiple firepits sizzled with a variety of meats, for Aragorn, Boromir, Gandalf and Gimli would soon tear into that before cleaning up.

In the meantime, all were settling into their tents...all except Raven who stood alone watching elves move about the camp, not knowing what to do or say as she felt extremely out of place.

"Come." Thranduil said from behind her, making her spin around with a startled squeal.

"Come...where??"

"Place your belongings in the tent and accompany me to the river. If anyone needs cleansing, it is you after all of that needless upheaving. You will be resting in my tent and I will not inhale that foul smell any longer, for there is not enough wine in the entirety of this camp to dissuade my mind from it."

She did as he said, noticing only one bed as she placed her bag inside.

"Talk about glamping." she whispered, then trotted after him to catch up since he certainly was not going to wait for her. Thranduil was patient but not with uncleanliness.

The King wasted no time removing his armor and disrobing right in front of Raven, who forced her eyes to the ground, but she found them betraying her, catching a glorious view of his bare backside as Thranduil walked into the water.

He then turned to face her as she stood frozen at all of him showing down to the base of his cock.

"If you are awaiting an invitation, you will not get one, for my bareness should speak for itself."

Raven hesitantly began undressing, so slowly she noticed Thranduil's lips purse as he gawked at her. Taking in a deep breath, she released it and quickly stripped to get it over with, then covered her breasts with her arm and lower region with her other hand as she walked into the freezing water.

"As if I have not viewed your form before. Do not play bashful girl, for we both know you are far from that. Rest your arms at your side and come to me."

Raven shivered and began to wade forward, finally standing before the Elvenking's enormous frame, for her head barely reached his shoulders.

"Wash yourself." he flatly ordered as his eyes narrowed down at her.

She lowered herself into the ice bath while he observed and did as he commanded, including rinsing the foul taste from her mouth to please his keen senses.

"Now...wash me."

Raven's trembling hands cupped and scooped up the water, then she drizzled it over him multiple times until his entire body was shimmering in the moonlight. She then placed her hands flat upon his chest and began gently scrubbing him. As she did so, she lightly gasped as she now felt the head of his cock poking her stomach. She could feel his heavy stare as well. Glancing up at him, his pupils had consumed his blues.

"Do...you want me to wash your...face? You have some...blood on your cheeks."

Thranduil was not about to let her touch him in such an intimate place, so he lowered himself under the water, giving his face a quick scrub and then rose back up. His saturated platinum hair was slicked back and now gleaming along with his skin. Raven almost lost her breath at the majestic view and the King noticed it.

Without warning, Thranduil swooped her up against him and trekked through the water to a large rock on the shore. He set her down and abruptly spun her around to face it, then pushed her into it with his full slick body against her backside. He growled into her neck as his solid cock slipped between her thighs. Raven could not deny the desire she felt in that moment as her core began to ache for his thickness to ravage her.

"Thran..Thranduil..." she panted. "Can...can I turn around?"

"There is no need to be seen. My cock does not desire your face."

With that said, he shoved into her, his full length filling her up on that one push as she released a hard squeal.

"Bite your tongue girl. I do not wish for an audience." he snapped and began grinding up into her with forceful thrusts as his hands gripped the rock above her head, his knuckles turning white.

After a few minutes of this, he suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her.

"Place your feet upon the rock."

She did so and Thranduil slammed back into her, pounding in a frenzy as he panted into her ear.

"Do not take too long, for I will not wait for your satisfaction, nor will I continue to entertain it once I have had my own."

It didn't take much for her to unwind, for the position she was in had Thranduil's cock finding her sweet spot in mere seconds. Her entire body went into involuntary tremors as her walls contracted over him.

"Oh godddddd!!!!" she accidentally wailed as she rocked her hips into his long hard strides.

Thranduil's eyes and lips were planted shut as he neared release. His mouth then burst open as he withdrew, letting his essence pulsate over her back.

"Josephine...." he grunted as his hips worked through the powerful climax, causing Raven's eyes to widen.

Realizing what he had just unwillingly let slip from his lips, he dropped Raven and backed away from her as if he had just seen a ghost.

"Gather your things and go."

"Ok but..."

"Glenn- hi!" (Go now) he shouted, making her jump.

Raven didn't know what it meant but she had a pretty good idea that she needed to leave, and so she did.

Thranduil waded through the water in a fit of rage, cleansing his manhood as it was becoming firm again. As he walked up onto the shore to get dressed, he dropped down onto his back and just laid there, gazing up at the stars, not wanting to go back.

In that moment, it was just him and the night sky above. In that moment, he allowed himself to feel what he was fighting. Closing his eyes, his hand gripped his throbbing girth and he began to softly stroke it as he saw your face.

"Thranduil, my love..." your voice whispered in the breeze causing his hips to push up into his slow gentle strokes.

His breathing began to intensify as his release was teasing him, torturing him, taunting him over how good it was going to feel. Thranduil gave in as his hand vigorously slid up and down his entire shaft, his knees pinching together. He could not hold back any longer as the swollen head of his cock was solid red, screaming at him...and so he vulnerably screamed back as he exploded into climax.

"Ahhhhh...ah..ah..Josephine...ahhhhhh!!"

Thranduil panted heavily as he coaxed out his remaining seed through the slowing pulses of his softening cock until his hips jerked to a stop. His hand fell to his side as his wide disbelieving eyes gazed at the moon, reeling in the afterglow. It was short lived though as the Elvenking awakened inside of him and reprimanded Thranduil's feelings once more.

His teeth gritted as his moonstone eyes darkened with disgust. He flung up and took a quick dip to cleanse his bodily fluids away and then promptly dressed. On his way back to the camp, he slashed his twin swords through every piece of shrubbery in his path as he spoke through his teeth.

"You will not control me with your enchantment, sorceress! No more!"

Thranduil walked past the feasting party in a steady march to his tent without offering a single glance at any of them, and one's eyes he was deliberately avoiding. His son's.

Upon entry to his safe haven, he was taken aback to see a black cloaked figure sitting on the vanity bench. Immediately, he knew whom it was.

"Lord Elrond. I was certain you would be about, feasting with the others and sipping on the fine spirits of Dorwinion, yet here you are like a thief in the night wishing to grace me with your undesired opinions. I am far too toilworn for this entrapment."

Elrond stood up and removed his hood as his deep blues fixated on the Elvenking in a rather serious manner.

Thranduil disappeared around the dividing curtain to change into his evening wear, knowing Elrond was going to remain right there and force his thoughts upon him.

"Enervated I am sure you are after all you have endured, there and....here. I have always known you to be a King of discretion but it would seem it is not to your concern at this time after your very indiscreet tryst in the river."

Thranduil then came out in his evening robe and went straight to the wine table.

"I do not feel that any tryst of mine, neither here nor anywhere is of anyone's concern, so why is it that you feel it is of yours?"

"Because I would not take you for the kind to take a dhampir into your charge. Especially one who was instrumental in seeing you to your current state. How do you explain this to her sister, your wife, as you know Josephine will not look upon this kindly?"

"Do not speak of that woman to me. Both are merely a means to an end. She is no longer my consort. I will return to my kingdom, reclaim my daughter and then the witch will be of no use to me."

Elrond's brow lifted in utter astonishment. "I see the Elvenking has transcended his rumored passing but Thranduil does not fare as well."

"I am one and the same. Do not talk to me as if my mind has split in two."

"Ah, no my friend. Your mind is very much in tact. It is your soul, your heart that battles in a different direction."

"The only direction my heart and soul seeks is to retire here in this chair and consume many more glasses of this fine wine....in solidarity." Thranduil retorted with annoyed eyes.

"I can see you are not ready for this conversation and in much need of rest. At some point you will be and I will lend my ears and thoughts at that time."

"It would seem your ears have heard enough old friend." Thranduil quipped with a slight smirk.

Elrond's brows furrowed as he did not find the humor in the Elvenking's statement.

"One does not have to have the keen ears of an elf to hear the atrocities openly displayed here tonight. If I may ask of the Elvenking to relay these last words to the old and wise Thranduil. The only entrapment you are under is that of which Jareth has bestowed upon you. Your current feelings may seem real to you, but your memories still remain of your true ones. How do you explain them? You cannot, for there is no logic you can invent to deny the past. Your heart and mind are at war and your mind will eventually lose for it is a battle it cannot win. I can only hope you will come to your senses before someone else wins the heart that yours so desperately beats for. Enjoy your evening."

Elrond departed, leaving Thranduil to soak in his words of wisdom, although the Lord of Rivendell knew it was going to take much much more than words to undo the seemingly irreparable damage.

"What do you make of that?" Boromir quietly asked Aragorn as they sat side by side at the fire.

As he puffed on his pipe, Aragorn glanced over to see Raven sitting by her lonesome, picking at the variety of charred meats upon her plate.

"A mere child who's suffered a tragic life and has no family. Arwen seems to see something good inside of her as she would a wounded wolf."

"And you?"

"Her presence can only bring more suffering and danger to all that she is near. Elrond will never permit her to remain in Rivendell, for Jareth will come back for her with a vengeance."

"It's quite sad, for one to be all alone with no family."

"She has a sister that justifiably despises her. The one you seek to speak with."

"The...queen of Mirkwood...is her sister? But that would mean...." Boromir replied as he then trailed off in thought as Aragorn explained.

"Half I suppose one would call it. They share a mother who was also evil. Raven followed in her footsteps and she has hurt so many with her evil. She could be of a good heart if she truly desired it, but forgiveness will not likely ever be offered to her. It will not matter to the death dealers one way or the other. They will find her before forgiveness even has the slightest chance. She would be better off to face the dealers than the wrath of King Thranduil, for he will realize his dire mistake someday. Forgiveness will never come from him. He would soon cut out his own tongue before he spoke such words. Raven is merely temporary until his heart awakens to his one true love."

Raven's eyes rolled up from her plate to glare at the two gossiping men, for they had forgotten of her vampire hearing. Her eyes began to flicker a hint of fiery orange, for she just wanted to blast them off their rocks for speaking of her as if they even knew her at all. Instead, she slammed her fork onto her plate and stood up in a fit of rage.

"I do wish to have a good heart, but it is those such as you that take any hope of that away!!" she shouted as she dropped her plate on the ground, then marched off towards the river in tears.

"It is too bad, that she cannot have her sister in her life, but now it all makes sense with Thranduil and all. I should not speak ill of the situation, for my own is of no better and it just became worse. The only difference is, I would die for Faramir." Boromir continued now that they were alone, or so they thought. "The information that has surfaced changes nothing of how I feel for him. He will always be my brother, even if he is not of my blood."

"Boromir, I can see that you now realize that because she and Josephine share the same mother..."

"Yes...I can see it now, in her blue eyes....this means that not only is Faramir the Queen's twin brother, but Raven's sibling as well...."

Legolas stood in the shadows of the forest, reeling over all that he had just unintentionally heard, for he was merely returning from relieving himself when he had heard Raven's outburst. He then quietly turned and headed back to his tent before Aragorn and Boromir knew of his presence.

Raven fell to her knees at the river's edge, trying to catch her breath and contain her wasted tears, for she felt no one cared of her pain.

In a bate of fury, she stood up and began picking up large stones, hurling them one after the other at the the rock she was just screwed stupid on while releasing an array of profanity with each strike.

The moonlight reflected in certain areas of the darkened water, in which she then saw something moving through it. As it came into view, she then saw slimy bony fingers attached to a log. Gasping deeply, she bolted off, knowing who it was. When she came scurrying around a giant boulder, she ran smack dab into Boromir's arms with Aragorn right behind him.

"Hey there, slow down, where's the fire?" he chuckled.

"Th...the...the...w...w..water!!! There's....he's...." she frantically stuttered with giant eyes as she pointed at it.

Boromir released her and peeked around the rock as did Aragorn.

"Gollum..." Aragorn confirmed. "He's followed us from the mountain."

"What if he's led the enemy to our whereabouts? That will make the rest of our journey more dangerous. What does he want?" Boromir quietly asked.

"Me..." Raven answered. "I knew I should have killed him when I had the chance, but...I...I was trying to do something good for once and look where that got me."

"Yes, you should have, for nothing good comes from him...or you." Aragorn coldly said.

"It will never matter what I do...as you said, I will never be forgiven even if I try to change!"

"The things you have done makes you unworthy of redemption."

"Aragorn. Give the girl a break. Can't you see she's frightened and has no one?" Boromir shockingly claimed in Raven's defense.

Aragorn tilted his head in astonishment. "She has plenty for the time being. Knowing what you now know has made you soft and unwise. She cannot be trusted."

"You are so quick to trust King Thranduil when his mind has been altered. It is he who brought her here amongst his own people. She seems to want to change, but you will not see that."

"It is you who is blinded my friend, by your own good heart. Josephine trusted her too when they first met at Lestat's and look where that got her. This girl that you deem worthy of salvation is half witch, half vampire, a natural enemy with just cause and is having relations with her own sister's husband without an ounce of remorse and it is she who has placed the King in such a predicament against his will."

"It would seem the King's will is the only thing he is control of....If she just felt that someone was on her side, for he is not, if she had a family, in which she now can. Faramir is no different than her and he is good!"

Raven stood dumbfounded at the complete stranger's confusing words and defense of her to the adamant Aragorn of her inability to change.

'"Faramir was not raised as she was! He does not know evil. You're a fool to trust what you think is merely a frightened child. She is a killer of children, a monster...and I pray you do not find that out the hard way. The only person left to get through to you is the Queen herself for I will not endanger my own family for the likes of a soulless dhampir. She has already torn one apart that may never get back what they had. Because of her, King Thranduil was denied his presence of the birth of his daughter. His queen suffered that beautiful moment without him at her side. I cannot imagine how terrified she must have been, nor the grief she endures believing he is passed on. I was there Boromir, when it all happened. Josephine was inconsolable. Open your eyes Boromir, before you become the next casualty of war in trusting the wicked one."

Aragorn then stormed off while Raven stood there speechless and shaking.

"I..ummm...I don't know who you are...but..thank you for...trying to help, but..don't waste your breathe or time on someone like me. Aragorn is right. I am a lost cause."

She ran off back to the camp, but this time with no tears, just a mixture of pent up anger and wanting to give up as thoughts of turning herself over to the Nazgul raced through her mind.

Raven went speeding through the camp and was quickly halted by Arwen's call to her.

"Are you alright child?"

"I am not a child and I do not like your husband!" she barked. "And stop being nice to me before he turns on you for it. I am not worth it and I do not want to wreck another happy family. I think I am just going to do everyone a favor and turn myself over to the dealers, for I have nothing to live for or look forward to."

"Oh but you do young Clover. It will be of no use to offer your life to them once they learn the truth, for they will not be able to harm you per their own laws."

"What?? What the hell are you talking about lady? what truth???"

Arwen walked up to her and placed her hand on her stomach.

"The truth of life that grows within you."

You sat in Lola's wash room, silently crying your eyes out as you read Garrett's goodbye letter over and over. How could he do this to you for the umpteenth time? How could he leave you at all? How could Legolas leave you? How could Julian leave you? How could Thranduil leave you???

You told yourself Garrett would be back. He always came back....but something in his letter, his choice of words, or better yet, the way he worded them, worried you...and you could do absolutely nothing about it because no one knew where he went and he wouldn't answer you.

"Pull yourself together Jo, for it just doesn't matter anymore." you told yourself as you looked in the mirror at your red swollen eyes.

Into the bath you went, quickly washing up and got out before you fell asleep and dared to dream again.

"Lola...I think I will just wear a simple skirt and casual top. I am in no mood for dressing up. I don't know why Narcisse insists on making such a fuss over my birthday anyways. It's just another day. Can you help me with my hair though? It's so long and unruly and I don't know where Haldir is to help me braid it and he probably wouldn't anyways since he's still mad at me. He probably left me too...."

There you went, hands over your face, bawling again.

"Miss Josie, what's the matter??"

You vigorously rubbed your tears away and shook your head, forcing Garrett out of it.

"Nothing Lola. Nothing at all. Don't mind me. Now, let's put our big girl panties on and go have some fun."

After you were both satisfied with your attire, off you, Lola and Leean went to the outside festivities with a purple flower in your hair.

As the three of you rounded the trees, your breath was taken away by the sight of the entire bay area. The football sized lawn was filled with a carnival of colorful tents, large and small, with people scattered about...and there were beautiful red pontoon boats at the bay's edge.

The only thing that was missing was Narcisse...and Haldir.

The air was cool but you were plenty warm in your long sleeves. There was only a few hours left before sunset in which then you would have Lola take Leean inside, so you decided to walk her around to look at things she may be interested in.

As you came to a large red tent, there was a crowd of people in line with may children. On the side of it sat a large iron barred carriage filled with straw and smelled of a wild animal.

"Lola... what'sin there. Is it something Leean would like to see?"

The nanny didn't even have to answer as the beast within let out a well known roar, making Leean jump and her bottom lip pout and quiver.

"Oh my god, Lola, there is a lion in there?"

"A tiger actually. King Blaze comes a few times a year with his Ringmaster from just outside the city and they do a little show for the children. Honestly I think it's more for Lord Narcisse's entertainment than anyone else as you know his love of animals, but please don't tell him I said that. Don't worry though, he is very well trained and even understands our words. Lord Narcisse speaks to him all the time."

"That certainly does not surprise me." you replied, remembering Stephane's ability to communicate with animals just as Thranduil could. If only your crow would come back, maybe Narcisse could translate what he has been trying to tell you. You were willing to bet Narcisse was in the tent as well.

"Well, judging by Leean's reaction, I don't think she will like the tiger so I am just going to take her to see what else is here."

"Pretty much anything you would find at a carnival, you'll find here. There is a small petting zoo around the corner that would be more fitting for her."

You must have spent over an hour with the animals. It was perfect for her as she giggled, squealed and playfully patted an array of rabbits, goats and deer on their heads, for it was the first time she had ever seen such a sight. She was beside herself when you took her away as she carried her father's miffed look about her entire face.

As you exited the animal pen, Narcisse came walking up, offering a respectful bow.

"Ahh, there is the birthday girl, looking exquisite as always."

"And there is my favorite little girl, yes she is, hello sweetheart Leean." he continued as he softly shook her hand, speaking in his incredibly adorable baby voice that made you swoon every time. Your mind wandered for a moment thinking about how Garrett had never even held her, or really had never even had a good look at her, but you knew that was because he was too afraid to ask and of course he was probably worried about everyone losing their minds over it if he had. Now you felt even worse, because you should have asked him if he wanted to, for it was your decision and no one else's.

"You've come just in time. Would you three ladies like to accompany me on a short boat ride about the inlet? I have a surprise for you Jo."

"Sure, alright." you agreed with a smile.

You had a surprise for him as well tomorrow, and you couldn't wait to see how happy Stephane would be to see his horse, Arion, alive and well.

He assisted you and Leean first onto the watercraft, then Lola and of course when your fingers met his, a hefty static shock passed between them, tickling the inside of your stomach. At that moment, you had slightly gasped and glanced into Stephane's bright blue eyes, that flashed of starlight for a split second, for he had felt it too.

There were two cushioned benches, one at the front and one in the back of the boat with a table in the center, which consisted of many fragrant fruits and a carafe of red wine. Narcisse poured you a glass first, then Lola, eventually filling his own and then seating himself beside you as Lola sat solo on the opposite end, which you feel she did intentionally. She had made it no secret that she was aware of her employers feelings towards you.

"A toast, shall we, to a timeless beauty who deserves nothing but happiness and everything her heart desires." Stephane said, looking deeply into your eyes, making his intentions known of his own desires.

You awkwardly smiled and took a sip as did he, with Lola only raising her glass.

"Lola, do not be rude. Jo may not be a queen of these lands but she is still a Queen and deserves to be respected as such."

"Apologies my lord, but I will be tending to the little one this evening and need to keep a clear mind, for your notorious wine is called wicked for a most validated reason."

Your eyes slightly stung when she said little one. It would seem your mind was not going to spare you this night of the vampire.

"Stephane, it is completely fine if she does not want to drink. It only proves her devotion to my daughter, which puts some of my mind at ease that she is well cared for and loved." you told him in her defense and also to distract your thoughts.

"Very well. You may refrain from the wicked wine, because the Queen says." Narcisse said with a cute wink to you.

Once the boatman had the pontoon out in the center of the inlet, Narcisse got up and pulled something out of a wooden box. As he carried it to the table and sat it down, your eyes swelled up. It was a small birthday cake of white icing, trimmed in purple decoration with some kind of flower like contraption on top.

"My lady. I know this birthday is not the way you wanted it to be, but I hope this will still make you smile."

He then handed you a match. "Here. Light the center." he explained with a sly grin.

You handed Leean to Lola and took the match, striking it on the wooden table and then lighting the wick, which burst into a bright firework like flame. The plastic flower then popped open to reveal at least a dozen lit purple candles that turned about like a carousel.

You laughed with wide eyes, and then cried.

"My lady, I said smile, not cry sweetheart." Stephane sweetly said and wiped your tears so gently.

"They're happy tears Stephane. Thank you so much for this."

"I know the cake is rather boring. I tried to make it as visually inviting as i could."

"Wait...you...you made this yourself??"

"I did...along with some choice words to bring it to perfection that I will not repeat."

You instantly hugged him, completely catching him off guard.

"Thank you...so much. This means a lot to me. It is perfect." you softly spoke into his ear and then kissed his cheek.

Narcisse turned a slight rosy shade as he smiled. "Alright then...make a wish my lady."

As the night sky began to darken, you silently made the wish you would always make, for Thranduil to be alive, even if you knew it was impossible. With every ounce of love in your heart for that elf, you closed your eyes and blew out the candles, surprisingly snuffing them out in one shot, just as your heart was that fatal night.

Thranduil had finally dozed off in his Kingly chair within his Kingly tent after finishing off his carafe of wicked wine. But he was soon awakened in a fright by a haunting voice rippling through his mind as his chalice fell from his hand, clanking loudly upon the ground.

"My King, my love, my birthday wish is only for you to return to my awaiting arms, for this day's only meaning was that I was born to find you, the other half of my soul, my heart, my mind and body. We will always be one and I live only for our daughter and for the day you and I will be joined as one again, the way it was always meant to be. I will find you and your lips again one day. Please come back to me, for I so wish it. More than nin own cuil." (More than my own life) 

"Josephine!" he shouted, startling a sleeping Raven awake on the nearby dressing bench.

"Thranduil??" she asked with tired eyes as she sat up.

The Elvenking sat frozen for a moment, trying to understand what had just occurred. When he realized what it was, he swiftly stood up and went straight back to a new carafe of wine without saying a word as he stood and gulped a glass down with his back to Raven. His lips savored in the taste of the wine's sweetness as he recalled your words of finding his lips again. He closed his eyes and lightly licked them, then he completely shut down as he spun around.

"Why are you there and not in my bed?"

"I...well...I was not invited." she lied. Now that she knew she was pregnant and didn't know who the father was, Raven was absolutely terrified to tell Thranduil, for if the child was his, he would never let her, not to mention, she was sick of being used for sex. Of course, if it was Jareth's, that was a whole 'nother hell to face. She truly wished it to be Garrett's, but she knew the probability of that was slim to none.

"Have I not invited you onto my cock? Surely that would be a blatant invitation, would it not?"

"Then why were you calling out my sister's name just now in your sleep?" Raven asked in a pissy tone as she stood up.

"Never mind that. It was purely a night terror that I plan to drown away...and then pleasure away."

His dilated eyes were undressing her as he spoke in his perversion and walked up to her.

"Pleasure away? You mean fulfill the pleasure you secretly desire for her. Any fool can see that. Would it help if I transform into her image again?"

Raven's sarcasm was not taken lightly.

"And that fool would be you girl! Do not be presumptuous of my affections! It is preposterous!"

"I presume nothing. The only thing that is ridiculous here is that you pretend to feel nothing for Josie. Why else would you not look at me when you fuck me? It is your guilt, that is why. You don't want me no more than you want your memories, but the thing is, you do want them. They're haunting you for a reason and that reason is because you love her whether you want to or not."

"What do you know about love dhampir??! Nothing!! So do not speak to me about it! Do not speak of that woman in my presence or you will find yourself all on your own again, at Jareth's and the dealers mercy!" he raged in an incredulous bark.

"Even here, I am still alone so it does not matter to me. Throw me out, I do not care. It would be for everyone's benefit if you did so. You're only losing your mind right now because you know what I speak is true and you cannot stand having no control over said truth! She may be out of sight but she is clearly not out of mind, or your heart. You can't fight fate and one day you will have to face her and what you feel for her because absence only makes the heart grow fonder, and that is what is happening right now. Your heart aches for her and I am merely a distraction form that ache."

Thranduil advanced and towered over her, leering down into her wide eyes with his lips severely pursed.

"It is like you are intentionally trying to dissuade me of my course. Why is that? You feel nothing for that witch just as I do not, regardless of your senseless rantings that I do. Need I remind you of your debt to me? You will remain at my side and in my bed."

"Why? because the King says??!" she bravely snarked.

"Yes, because I so order it. There is no absolution for you out there in this world, only eventual death. That is something you also need to face in your petulant little mind. I have had enough of your twisted tongue. If there is anything that I am going to pretend, it is that this conversation never took place, and for your sake, it would be well advised that it does not again, for this night is too heavy to deal with you. Dawn will come soon and a fresh start will accompany it. Now, climb into my bed and put that twisted tongue to a worthy use."

@redeemer46

[wordbunch]

You know what we should discuss?

What is the comfort beverage of Tolkien characters!!!!

I'll go first: Thranduil drinks red wine, or mulled wine during the winter

I LOVE HOW UR MIND WORKS!!! this is why we're friends and you're a billion percent right about thrandy 😌❤️

anyway for Bilbo it's 10000% tea. 💚 Legolas would drink some strange herbal tea which everyone finds appalling but he swears by it. for Sam maybe some fresh juice made of stuff from the garden omg 🥺 Aragorn will just have anything that is drinkable (rangers can't be choosers 😅) but Merry and Pippin on the other hand would just go for the most atrocious option and whatever will get them the biggest amount of DONT EVEN THINK OF DRINKING THAT. 😂💀

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Chocolate Surprise - Loki Odinson X Thranduil

Title: Chocolate Surprise

Loki Odinson X Thranduil

Additional Characters: N/A

Requested by Anon!

WC: 860

Warnings: Nothing much, just some kissing, Pocky Challenge, and fluff

Hanging out in Thranduil's chambers, Loki and Thranduil were doing each other's hair, both of them wearing silken robes and jewelry from Mirkwood. Thranduil was sitting on one of the chairs while Loki sat on another chair with his legs tucked under him. The room was filled with music, a mix of instrumental music that sounded like an orchestra of elves playing instruments, magicked up from Loki himself. It was pleasant to listen to. Loki raked his fingers through Thranduil's soft hair, combing it smooth until it was shining in the light coming from the window. Braiding a small section of the Elf King's hair, Loki held the braid in place with a thin piece of leather and tied it off. 

“Done,” He said with satisfaction. “It looks stunning, don't you think?” 

Thranduil looked at Loki and smiled. “I love it, thank you, Loki. Shall I do yours?" He asked and the God nodded, letting Thranduil braid his own hair. 

Thranduil brushed Loki's hair, breaking through any knots and whatnot before beginning to plait it into elaborate braids, weaving it together beautifully. He did it very carefully, taking his time, making sure he didn't mess up any strands or anything, before finishing it off by weaving small green and gold gems into the hair and pinning two emerald clasps to the end of the braids. The gemstones glimmered in the soft light.

Looking over to Loki, he grinned proudly. “There,” He said with a smile. “You look absolutely beautiful.” He leaned forward slightly to kiss Loki on the cheek. As soon as his lips touched him, Loki felt his magic begin to flow through him and out of his fingertips, his stomach filling with butterflies.

“Thank you, my Thrandy,” Loki then sighed happily, before speaking again, "Mmm, I'm craving."

Thranduil's ears quirked up, looking up at his love, "Craving, my darling? What is it that you crave for? Do you want me to ask the cooks to fix you up something? Pudding, cake, bread? Or perhaps Mirkwood's finest wine?"

Loki hummed again, "Mmm, chocolate."

"Ah, yes, choco-" Thranduil paused, his smile turning into a frown, "I, uh, darling, I do not know what 'chocolate' is."

"Oh," Loki looked surprised, "Well, chocolate is sweet, and sometimes it can be bitter, but it's like a treat- a dessert."

"That sounds lovely, my dear, but I have yet to experience such a thing," Thranduil spoke, tilting his head slightly.

"Really?" Loki raised an eyebrow, before using his magic to make a box of chocolate appear, specifically a box of Pocky. "This is Pocky, very common on Earth, in Asia, this is a treat of milk chocolate and sweet… Biscuit." He explained as he opened the box and silver wrapper, pulling out a single stick.

Thranduil narrowed his eyes, taking the stick into his own grasp, "It is so... Puny."

"Yes," Loki chuckled, taking a stick for himself, "I had said the same when I first saw it, but it is absolutely delicious!"

Thranduil watched as Loki took a bite, before he slowly took a bite of his, too. The moment Thranduil tasted the treat, he understood why Loki had been so interested in the sweets. It truly was exquisite, sweet, and refreshing. "My dearest," He began, "This is something truly extraordinary!"

Loki smirked, nodding, "Truly extraordinary indeed. I was thinking of selling it. Taking over Middle Earth one chocolate at a time." He spoke in a demonic voice. They sat there for several minutes eating the other sticks in the box in silence, Thranduil enjoying every crumb and drop of deliciousness. "I want to show you something, my love," Loki spoke up, grabbing another stick from the box. "It is a game. It is called the 'Pocky Challenge.'"

"'Pocky Challenge'?" He asked and Loki nodded. “What must I do?”

"Yes, well, what you do is place one end of the stick in your mouth, and I place the other end in mine. Then we both eat until we reach the middle, and whoever moves away, loses." He explained to the King, offering the stick to him.

Thranduil's fuzzy caterpillar-like eyebrows furrowed together before he took the end of the stick into his mouth, and Loki did the same. Loki took the first bite, watching Thranduil's eyes widen slightly as he took a bite and chewed thoughtfully, loving the chocolatey goodness. They continued, each taking a bite until they both stopped in the middle, their lips only slightly touching. The air between them was electric, but neither moved. Neither wanted to back down. Instead, they kept moving until they met in the middle completely. Thranduil finished the rest of what was left of the stick, pressing his lips to Loki's as the God wrapped his arm around Thranduil's waist, kissing him hard on the mouth. Thranduil kissed back, wrapping his arms around Loki's neck, tangling his fingers in his long black hair. They finally broke apart, breathing heavily. Loki reached up, stroking his hand through Thranduil's straight platinum hair, smiling softly. 

"Do you want to play again?" He asked, and Thranduil gave Loki a smirk of his own.

"Yes, I would love to."

[kanafinwe-makalaure]

We need a third place where to communicate bc we have Thran and Maglor HCs in the DMs, different set of HCs on the feed 😂😂😂

But I just wanted to say that I find it hilarious that we made Thrandy and Mags go from kinslaying to being besties 😂😂😂

And all over wine and teasing Galadriel 😂😂😂

It's actually impressive how we manage to keep up so many different conversations at once 🤣😂

[chateau-thalion]

Name: Thalion Alias/Nicknames(s): Arnor (Aerdis), Pyro Hair (Thrandy, Aerdis, Meludir), Master Thalion (Faeron)

Gender: Male

Birth: early S.A.

Titles: Master of Stardew Winery, Lord of the House of the Red Dragon, Councilman of King Thranduil, Advisor of Thranduil

Birth Place: Eryn Galen, Elven Kings Halls

House: House of the Red Dragon

Heritage: Sindar Father, Silvan Mother

Parentage: Ardian and Thanion

(T.A - Present) Visual Age: 25 (Immortal)

Eye color: Amber Eyes

Hair Color: Red

Race: Elvish

Hair Style: Pony Tail

Skin Color: Fair

Extra: Due to the powers he was born with the end of his hair is always a light with fire hence the nicknames, Arnor and Pyro hair

Relationship: Taken

Partner: Aerdis Messenger of Manwë

Sexuality: Bi

Likes: Fire, Wine, his tavern, Thrandy, Elros (the guard), Meludir, Feren, Legolas, Glorfindel, Lindir, Elrond's or Faeron's council, Faeron, Aerdis

Dislikes: People stealing his wine, Nobles of the greenwood, people who try to use him

Most valued possession: His Wine /j the short sword which can actually handle his powers going through it.

Weapons: Claymore

Ardian (Mother):

Thalion was to young to remember his mother when she died

Thanion (Father):

Thalion and Thranduil shared a joint loss when their father's died, Thanion was the only family Thalion had left they had a good relationship but it got severed when Thanion passed

Aerdis (Lover):

He is a bird brain but Thalion loves him.

Thranduil:

Thranduil is like an elder brother to Thalion, which got stronger after the battle of the last alliance, Thalion was barely over the elven age of maturity when Thranduil become king but even with Thalion's slightly childish ways they found comfort in that and with their grief of their father's deaths.

Feren:

Thalion used to have a crush on Feren as the commander was his first actual friend he didn't see as a brother, but that crush turned out to just be because Thalion wanted to befriend him and he did and they became close friends

Elros (The Guard):

Also got drunk and let the dwarves escape with him and the other ellon their, thranduil got mad and punished them to clean the stables they became friends while they cleaned.

Meludir:

Melduir is like a younger brother who makes shitty jokes and annoys you all the time but the friend version who is way to comfortable he also joins Aerdis in trying to steal Thalion's wines.

Legolas:

Legolas things that the 'youngest of thranduil council' should not go to Thalion as the ellon is old at least compared to him Thalion babysat him when he was an elfling, thalion is like an uncle to legolas and Legolas is like a nephew to him.

Lindir:

Ever heard of a Free pass yeah this is Thalion's and honestly Aerdis understands it, and Lindir is clueless to the crush on him, they are good friends even if Thalion almost always makes Lindir blush when he is around.

Magic:

Thalion can control and make fire, he has some pyromaniac tendencies almost due to this every arson which is committed in the greenwood is him either by accident, because he lost his temper or on purpose.

he doesn't uses his powers but it is obvious he has them due to his hair but he can't stop or put that out, if it rains his hair is just smoking.

Thalion's Character Sheet

Thalion Canon

Weapon choices

Height

[wineandthrandy]

🤣🤣🤣

[lee-pace-yourself]

The last photo 🤣 Poor Bard only gets a drop. Gandalf didn't get any... 🤣🤣

Thrandy doesn't like to share....

[thedivaking]

What are a craziest time you have writing as King Thranduil.... ? And do you use other website?

Not sure if you mean a time where I've dealt with crazy people or a time where I made Thrandy do something crazy.

Crazy People - Another Thranduil and his Legolas invited me to a Discord server (with only them), where they tried to clown me and gauge my reaction to them shipping with each other -- but little did they know that my middle name is actually "Bozo". It didn't work. I laughed at everything they said, until they both went quiet.

Doing Something Crazy - I'm a clown, but Thranduil isn't. So, I bring crazy to the table and he brings his wine.

Yes, I use other websites. I have a profile on roleplayer.me and you can probably find an inactive account on wattpad (I only use it to occasionally comment and stalk a friend who writes entries as Gilderoy Lockhart). I also have an inactive Twitter account that I haven't used. You can find me as either woodland crown or thedivaking.

[ao3feed-tolkien]

Getting Dating Advice From Your Dad Part Two: Now You Actually Have to Follow It

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

by silverbutterfly

Wherein Legolas must Face the Consequences of his Actions.

Words: 985, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of The Advice Series

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings (Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Thranduil (Tolkien), Legolas Greenleaf, Gimli (Son of Glóin), Tauriel (Hobbit Movies)

Relationships: Bard the Bowman/Thranduil, Bard the Bowman & Thranduil, Gimli (Son of Glóin)/Legolas Greenleaf, Gimli (Son of Glóin) & Legolas Greenleaf

Additional Tags: Relationship Advice, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, we now see why thrandy drains the wine cellars, as if there was any doubt, at least the wedding will be lit if those Silvan elves are involved

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

[ao3feed-thehobbit]

Getting Dating Advice From Your Dad Part Two: Now You Actually Have to Follow It

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/wi2Ya1C

by silverbutterfly

Wherein Legolas must Face the Consequences of his Actions.

Words: 985, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of The Advice Series

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings (Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Thranduil (Tolkien), Legolas Greenleaf, Gimli (Son of Glóin), Tauriel (Hobbit Movies)

Relationships: Bard the Bowman/Thranduil, Bard the Bowman & Thranduil, Gimli (Son of Glóin)/Legolas Greenleaf, Gimli (Son of Glóin) & Legolas Greenleaf

Additional Tags: Relationship Advice, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, we now see why thrandy drains the wine cellars, as if there was any doubt, at least the wedding will be lit if those Silvan elves are involved

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/wi2Ya1C