Okay, so I just got another idea for a potential fanfic, and I wanted to get some ideas and thoughts for it.

I’ve talked before about the Hobbits with a Strong S/O, but what about all the Lotr and The Hobbit Character with a s/o who’s supernaturally strong. Like, can lift 1000 pounds and fling someone across the room like a frisbee kinda strong. Maybe she was granted that power by a God or something, so she’s just got really impressive muscles and is super inhumanly strong.

Can you imagine how they’d all react to that?

Like maybe, in the Mines of Moria or the Stone Giants scene, a boulder or some debris falls on someone, but she just catches it, lifts the 5 ton rock above her head, looks down at the person about to be crushed like “You might want to move” and then just flings it a hundred feet away. Can you just imaginethe look on their faces?? Merry and Pippin would have a lot of fun with that, I’m sure, as would Fili and Kili. The hobbits would probably have her lift them like weights.

@lady-latte,@moony-artnstuff,@simbxlmyne,@lothloriien,@beenovel,@thewhiteladyofrohan,@iwenttomordor,@claraofthepen, what do you all think? I think this would be hilarious, and have a lot of potential for character dynamics

LOTR WLW Imagines

A very late follow-up to this post I made for The Hobbit WLW Imagines!! Also, I’m thinking of doing another post involving Silmarillion ladies like Haleth, Luthien and Celebrian, but I know nothing about the Silmarillion, so I’ll need some help. Would anyone be willing to chip in? That would be greatly appreciated

Arwen

• Arwen is an absolute smitten sweetheart of a girlfriend
• When she loves, she does so with her whole being
• Expect to find pressed flowers in between the pages of your favorite book, marking passages that remind her of you
• Feather light kisses with those big soft lips of hers that are just barely there
• And gentle caresses dripping with tenderness throughout the day
• It’s funny to imagine that after dumping Aragorn, she fell in love with you
• So she gave up a mortal man for a mortal girl
• And Elrond is in the back feeling more frustrated than ever
• Not because Arwen is marrying a woman, but because he finally thought she was giving up her thing for mortals
• You and Arwen spend a good portion of the day just lounging around in Rivendell, talking about anything
• She likes to rest her head on your chest and vice versa
• I can feel the softness from here 
• Arwen also likes to dress you up in beautiful outfits 
• She loves seeing her beloved look their best
• Though whether you’ve just woken up with bedhead, or all dressed up in one of her gowns, she thinks you’re angelic either way
• Arwen just exudes tenderness and care in all aspects of her life
• Perfect gf ❤️

Eowyn

• Eowyn is a bit hard to get to know
• At least at first
• By the time of the War of the Ring, she’s pretty obviously depressed and a little standoffish
• But she also has this determination, this steadfastness that simply makes her irresistible
• The way to win her heart is through consistent, unending support
• When Eowyn makes up her mind, there’s no stopping her
• She’s set
• So to have someone who will consistently be there for her, helping her into her armor and sharpening her sword, it makes her fall so much quicker
• And when you stay by her side after the battle in the Halls of Healing, she can’t help herself
• She takes a rough, gloved hand, eyes teary, and presses a passionate kiss to your lips
• Eowyn is a passionate lover
• She wants to support you like you have supported her
• And she’s almost addicted to the feeling of your lips on hers
• Sometimes, in the middle of training, she’ll come over after beating an opponent and basically make out with you to celebrate her victory
• Eowyn is also very protective, teaching you how to fight and staying by your side whenever possible
• If you’re wounded, good luck getting her to rest or eat
• “NO! I will not leave her side! Not my beloved!!”
• Eowyn is fierce and utterly special, but she has a caring side too
• Feeding you herself when you’re sick or wounded, always checking in on you, and treating you with a tenderness that even her brother has yet to see in her
• We all need an Eowyn

Galadriel

• Galadriel is a very special case, relationship-wise
• Her deep insight into the hearts of men is what first drew her to you
• She couldn’t help but smile to herself when she saw your thoughts turn to how beautiful she is, feeling flattered despite herself
• And when she saw that you had not a shred of malice or ill-intent towards her people or companions, she decided she could indulge these feelings of hers
• So, she spends time crafting her feelings towards you, studying both them and you
• She gives the BESTadvice
• Anything you need to hear, she has already said 
• Even the simplest of touches, her hand brushing against yours, is enough to ignite shivers that wrack you to your core
• And she loves that, so she makes a point to “accidentally” brush against you during the day
• Just to see you flustered
• Tease Galadriel is something we all need in life
• When you two are in a room with others, she often flirts with you telepathically
• Whether that’s saying how beautiful you look right into your head
• Or sending you images of what she’s thinking about doing to you
• It never fails to fluster you, and she loves it
• Seeing others ask why your face is so red is one of the few things that can pull a giggle from her lips
• Aside from you, of course
• Galadriel’s life became to much more fun after you came into it
• And she cherishes you for that
• Making sure you have the best of what you could ever need or want
• She’s the dream

• Even as subtle as the elves are, it’s unlikely your relationship with Glorfindel would stay secret for long
• People definitely know something’s up since he’s always by your side and smiles constantly
• He’ll stare at you from across the room, ignoring whoever’s speaking to him with hearts in his eyes
• Glorfindel will find any excuse to come over and talk to you, standing slightly closer than is considered appropriate
• He’s much happier than usual, even if that was possible
• Although he does his best not to touch you and give away the nature of your relationship, he can’t always help himself
• It’s mostly small subtle touches like brushing up against you as he passes or having a hand on your knee under the table during dinner
• He gets extremely jealous if someone flirts with you but will restrain himself since the two of you aren’t public yet
• But he’ll glare at them from across the room or be slightly less kind to the other person in future, taking an instant dislike to them
• Erestor finally gets a chance to tease Glorfindel about his sour mood since normally it’s the other way around
• Elrond definitely knows, even if he doesn’t say anything
• The two of you often go for long walks through the gardens of Rivendell together, your hand on the crook of his elbow
• You often catch other elves staring at the two of you, giggling. They love to gossip and probably already think the two of you are dating, even though there has yet to be an announcement
• Glorfindel doesn’t seem to notice as much as you do, happy and content in his own little bubble with you for company
• The two of you sneak into each other’s chambers in the evenings where you can be as affectionate as you like
• He likes to make up for all the times he’s wanted to touch you during the day
• It’s likely that as soon as you’re together, you’ll be pulled onto his lap with him nuzzling at your neck
• It’s not exactly the worst way to end your day, wrapped up in sheets with a beautiful elf cuddling you

So I read the Silmarillion and this is all I could think about when reading the Ruin of Doriath, so I wrote it down.

Link:The Tale of the Ruin of Doriath

I just finish my annual lotr and the hobbit rewatch and I was wondering if the lotr community was steal alive ?? (yes I need some good writing stuff)

Has everyone forgot my inbox is open to request???

Still looking for request

Imagine when you are living in Mirkwood you receive love letters from various elves and yandere Thranduil starts to get jealous. please write a fanfic or one shot or even a drabble I am desperate(PS-this was taken off my account) 

Thranduil *yandere**jealous* with Gender neutral reader

The kitchen was bustling as everyone prepared for legolas’s wedding ceremony. This was truly for the gods themselves as many were delighted to hear the news of legolas’s ceremony. The one who was most proud was Thranduil himself as he hovered over you in admiration reminiscing your own ceremony. It had rained the previous day as mud mucked the halls and maids were trying their best to clean it up. You had managed to step away from Thranduil’s grazing eye to assist with this task in a helpless attempt to make things go right.

“ These floors will never shine with rain we’ve had” you said distraught. A couple of the maids chuckle as you continue to try to clean the floor. After what seems like forever you got up to go and clean yourself up but unbeknownst to you one of the maids or guards had managed to slip a note in your pocket. You went back to the chambers to get the muck off your clothes and found that Thranduil was preparing in best and special ceremony crown. He had also worked on a new crown for legolas as well. Something that was similar to his crown but instead a pendant of emerald in the center. You smiled and admired how well thought and dedicated he was. As you shuffle to get your shirt off you heard the crumple of paper. Slowly pulling it out of the pocket Thranduils eye wondered to you. He had been noticing that these suspicious letters have someone feeling only the special feelings that he has for you. He wandered around to where you were standing to “fetch” something and saw the word love and beautiful before you crumpled the paper.

“You almost ready my king?” You said delighted and amused.

He shuttered from your sudden movement and began to question about the letter.

“This is nothing but words on paper to me” you reassured.

“ But what I wish to know who has these feelings for you… So that I may talk to them”

He sneered.

You shook your head and grasped his hips and leaned in to kiss his chest. He put his arms around you tightly as his grip was a strong as his gaze at you.

“ You know you are my love?” He said sternly.

“As you are mine my king but these letters mean nothing to me” you winked and met his lips.

He snapped to the realization of the ceremony was about to begin. He grabbed her hand tightly as you both walked to the gardens. Those sultry eyes stared at the maids before an guards near by to see if any looks as though they would have left you a letter. Little did he know but those letters had no love for them but we’re reallu just compliments about certain crafts and food you had made for each person who gave you letters. Thranduil knew you had keen skill for crafting but he didn’t know that the letters you received were not love letters. You wouldn’t dare tell him for the lack of amusement in the game you have created. It was stunning and enticing to see a man so in love and dominate of their love.

Imagine being Thranduil’s best friend since you were elflings and saying you’d do anything for him.

@professor-petty

Please do send more!!!

Frodo refused to believe it. You, the one person in the Fellowship that he admired and looked up to, was trying to take the Ring from him. You, who reassured him to stay strong throughout the journey. He did not know what dark thoughts ran in your mind, but what he knew was that you were not yourself, and he was more than willing to help you snap out of it.

“Where is the ring? Give me the ring, Frodo! I will not ask you this again.” You asked him harshly, and he flinched at your tone.

“You are not yourself!” Frodo said, backing away from you. But he fell, and you took advantage of this to try taking the Ring from him. You pinned him to the ground as he tried to break free from you.

However, he put on the Ring, suddenly disappearing and startling you. Your anger only grew, as he had just alerted Sauron where he was.

“Good job, Frodo. You just told Sauron where you are. Not too long there will be a pack of orcs swarming around, looking for you. You should’ve given me the Ring, you’ve put us in much more trouble than you already have!” You shouted.

But then Frodo had kicked you. Snapping you out of your delusions. “Frodo?” You said, beginning to tear up, then felt another kick to your face, making you fall backwards to the ground. You could not see him, but you saw heard him running away from you.

“FRODO! COME BACK! I’M SORRY!”

Frodo wanted to come back. He really did. It broke his heart hearing the brokenness of your voice. But he realized that if you, the purest person in the group, were able to beat Boromir to trying to take the ring first, then he couldn’t come back.

He had to go to Mordor alone. It will be difficult, but he will find a way, recalling something you told him a while ago, something he has always followed.

Anything is possible, my dear Frodo. Do not let anyone make you think otherwise. Follow your heart, it will take you to wherever you want to be.

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“Take care, (Y/N). These are dark times we are living in.” Eomer said. The nervousness in his voice made you worry about yourself a little.

Boromir had found himself in Rohan after leaving Gondor, after getting ambushed a couple of times. His horse went missing, so he had to borrow one of the many horses you had.

With the letter that arrived to you not long ago about a secret council, everyone in your family came to agree to send you as a representative of Rohan.

Eowyn ran out panting, not wanting you to leave without saying goodbye to her. “Write to us the moment you get there. Keep in touch often.” You nodded and smiled, you wanted to laugh a bit, you would never forget writing to your family whenever you had to go to other places.

At first, she wanted to go to the council herself. She insisted it would be best as she was last in line to the throne, and she knew how to defend herself. Nonetheless, you and your brother weren’t convinced at all. You both were overprotective of your sister, something she always voiced her disapproval of.

You brought both of your siblings in a big hug, you weren’t sure if you will ever see them again.

Boromir stood by his horse, patiently waiting for you. He had only met you just now, yet you had already gained his respect.

He knew exactly how it felt saying goodbye to a younger sibling who did not want you to go. He picked up on the fact that you would do anything for both Eomer and Eowyn, just as he would do anything for Faramir.

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Boromir

Eomer and Eowyn

In all of Gondor, everyone knew the Steward’s firstborn refused to take a wife. This led him to get questioned often, he was only getting older, he needed an heir, he can’t do that without a wife. What if Faramir suddenly died without any kids of his own? That will lead to a messy succession crisis in Gondor.

But he cared not. He won’t ever take a wife he did not love, that would do a disservice for both him and his wife. His heart still belonged to a past love, who had died long ago. He should’ve moved on by now and found someone else, that’s what everyone would tell him, yet he refused to do so.

Had life not been so cruel to him, had everything gone well as he wanted it to be, in a perfect world where you are still alive, he would’ve taken you as his wife in a heartbeat. Too bad you left so soon, right before he was going to ask you to be his wife.

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A/N: I wanted to make a one shot based out of this, but I did not have the inspiration to do so. Also, I can’t remember who made this gif, if it is you, or you know, please let me know so I can give credit. Sorry for the lack of a header, I don’t have the app where I add text so it’s just going to be like this for now until I reinstall it.

Requested: No, but ya gal was hella inspired.

SPOILERS FOR THE SILMARILLION/THE CHILDREN OF HURIN BELOW! ONLY HIT KEEP READING IF YOU EITHER:

• HAVE READ THE SILMARILLION/THE CHILDREN OF HURIN
• DO NOT CARE AT ALL AND JUST WANT TO READ THIS

A/N: Reader is HEAVILY based on Turin Turambar, that’s why you have an OP sword and a somewhat tragic past. There are some changes though, Beleg, who was sadly unintentionally killed by Turin, doesn’t exist here. A character based on Nienor doesn’t exist here, so you won’t get involved in incest, don’t worry. Sorry for the lack of originality. 

This is a female reader, I’m really sorry to any male readers out there, but I find that I relate to Turin personality wise, so I just inserted myself in this. Still, anyone can read this if you wish, gender and race is just specified.

This is a favorite of mine, so I hope you feel the same, or at least enjoy reading this. I’ve been having writer’s block for days now.

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Everywhere you went, danger followed.

It was a complete surprise to you when after weeks being in the Fellowship, you still haven’t done any harm to them, intentional or not. If anyone knew who you truly were, then they have certainly heard of your deeds, both great and evil.

During the council, you were the third to join, assuring Frodo he has your sword. The sword you wielded served you well ever since you kept it in your possession. It was a unique sword, not like the others, not even Narsil, which was almost nothing more than an ordinary sword, or in the words of Boromir, a broken blade, if you come to think of it, could compete.

The sword of yours has done amazing and terrible things. It was a black sword that could cut through iron, glowed at the most random times, it really stood out whenever you unsheathed it. It also spoke when needed, which terrified you at first, but you dealt with it, luckily the sword only spoke to you whenever everyone else was asleep or you were alone.

You saw joining the Fellowship as a good chance to possibly redeem yourself and run away from the past. However, after arriving in Lothlorien, Galadriel looked into your eyes and forced you to relive all of your horrible deeds. You had realized you could not ignore your past, no matter how much you desperately wanted to, but you wanted to abandon it, to prove that you are no longer the unbearable impulsive person you once were.

Those memories were what kept you up at night. And if you were able to get some sleep, it was filled with nightmares that only repeated what happened during that fateful day.

One particular night, you refused to sleep, blankly staring down at the glowing black sword of yours. It was not always yours, it once belonged to your brother then it eventually came to you.

It was the same sword that claimed your brother’s life.

Your younger brother that you swore to protect with your own life. Ever since your home was overrun by orcs, your father was captured and killed. Your mother sent you far away from home, promising she would follow, but she never came, that was the last time you had seen her.

As the oldest, and with no one else around, you took it upon yourself to take care of yourselves, putting your brother first, always saving his life and even risking your life when necessary. You defended him from anyone who dared to cross him, to the point that your devotion cost someone’s life.

From a distance, Aragorn stood, keenly watching you. In your stoic expression, he noticed a faint hint of sorrow. Wanting to comfort you, he made his way to you.

“What troubles your mind?” Aragorn sat beside you, interrupting your thoughts, making you glance at him. “You are barely getting any sleep. Something is keeping you up.” He was trying to make sure he wasn’t pressuring you into telling him in case it was personal.

You shook your head at him. “It’s nothing.” But he saw right through you. The slight shaking of your hands that suddenly gripped tightly on your sword, it betrayed you. He correctly deduced that the sword had to do with it, but he wasn’t sure what about it could make you so upset.

“That sword of yours, it is more than just a black sword. It holds malice in it, does it not?” Aragorn asked. All his assumptions were correct. He could rarely be fooled, not even you, the most closed off person in the Fellowship, could hide secrets from him for long.

Maybe letting out all of your feelings and opening up to someone was actually what you needed to do all along. You couldn’t keep everything a secret anymore, you have been desperately wanting to tell someone, but you were afraid of the backlash you would get for everything you have done, that was the last thing you needed at the moment. 

“This sword does have malice in it. It was forged by a Dark Elf long ago. You may or may not believe me, but I am not lying by telling you, this sword speaks to me occasionally.” Much to your relief, you noticed Aragorn was listening word by word.

“This sword was not always black, nor was it always mine. It belonged to my brother once. It was passed down to me when he died.”

Aragorn saw the expression of yours drastically change as you spoke of your brother, and he thought he shouldn’t have brought it up, it was getting personal already. “There is no need to tell me if-”

But you interrupted him. “I know I don’t have to tell you, but I want to. I can’t keep this to myself, I have been shutting everyone out who has been asking me my own past or the history of this sword I now own. And you are the only one that is willing to listen.” Aragorn nodded as you sighed, preparing yourself to confess every evil deed you have brought upon either yourself or others.

“When I was 9 years old, my father had been captured by orcs and tortured to death. We knew instantly, because when we slept that night, all of us had seen what happened in our dreams. I suppose my mother figured out the orcs were making their way to our home, maybe to end our bloodline, as she sent me and my brother away. That was the last time I ever saw her. She told us she would follow us, but she never came.”

“Ever since, I swore to myself to protect my brother from absolutely any harm that could get in our way. He was younger than I am, he couldn’t take care of himself as well back then. It only grew when years passed, I was still as protective of him as I was the day I took on the responsibility to care for him.”

“Little things such as mockery were not tolerated by me. I had a temper then, which I eventually learned to control, but I used to have a difficult time handling it. One day, an elf had compared my brother and I, who were humans, to animals. I saw in the eyes of my brother how hurt he was, in a rage, I threw a glass right at the elf, and injured him. My brother and I left as quickly as we could before the elf could do anything else.”

“The next day, while I was alone in the woods, the elf had attempted to ambush me. But I was faster than he could ever wish to be, and I caught him. My anger from the previous day had not fully diminished, so I thought it would be a great idea to humiliate him by stripping him off of his clothes. I had threatened him, and in embarrassment, he fled, unaware of his senses, he ran all the way to the edge of the cliff, then fell to his death.”

“That was when I began to realize how much of a monster I really was. I ran far away, not letting anyone know where I went, so I was deemed missing by those who knew me. But I had gone to a place filled with orcs, and fell right into a trap. I was ambushed and badly wounded, and bound me to leave me to my death. I had fallen unconscious from my injuries.”

“My brother traveled far to look for me. He’s not ready to lose his sister, his only family left. It took a while, but he did eventually find me. He tried to untie with his own hands, but saw that the orcs tied the ropes too tight, so he used his sword to remove the bounds.”

“Unfortunately, the sword slipped off his hands and cut my flesh. I awoke in an instant, but my vision was poor at that moment, I felt a presence right by me. I thought it was orcs executing me, so in an instant, I grabbed something closest to me, the sword that cut me, then swung at whoever was right in front of me. I heard the figure fall to the floor, so I knew it was dead.”

“I rubbed my eyes after that, then my vision became clear. I looked at the ground trying to see the orc, but to my horror, it was not an orc at all. It was my brother, who was trying to save me, and I murdered him in response. I noticed the sword was feeling weird, so I looked at it only to see it gradually turning black, as its previous owner had just been slain by the sword. I remember crawling over to his body and holding him close to me, mumbling broken apologies, begging him to come back, but all of it was useless. He was dead, nothing could change that.”

“I buried him myself, in a more peaceful place somewhere. I was defenseless, my own sword had broken when I was ambushed by the orcs, so I took my brother’s sword for myself. It was too powerful to be left without an owner. Just owning it reminds me of what I had done, I don’t want to think about it because I carried a heavy guilt, it was my biggest regret, my worst mistake.”

Not bearing to look at the sword, you let go of the sword, allowing it to fall to the floor, making a loud noise that would’ve woke everyone up had they been in the place where you and Aragorn were. You broke down, not caring if anyone else was watching, you were grieving over the death of your brother, which you haven’t done in a long time. You were covering your face with your hand as tears ran down, then you looked down in shame.

Aragorn was stunned. He felt ridiculous because he related to you when it came to hiding from something, but the reasons were different. He was running away from his lineage, trying to ensure he would never have to rule Gondor as the king, something Elrond used to reprimand him for. His relation to Isildur made him very hesitant, he knew very well what his ancestor had done, failing to destroy the One Ring when he got the chance.

But you? You were going through something completely different. You were running away from your past. You were a different person then, you knew very well the Fellowship wouldn’t like you at all if you never tried to change into a better person. You had led someone to their death, and even committed kinslaying.

His own story was absolutely nothing compared to yours. He had never committed anything as terrible as you have, fearing his own bloodline seemed like a joke.

You felt a hand land softly on your shoulder. Slowly, you pulled your hand away and looked up at Aragorn. You were expecting to be judged by him, but instead, you saw his face was full of pity. Your jaw dropped, it was not the reaction you were expecting at all, however, you appreciated it as he was listening to everything and remained calm to the end.

“I do not think you are a monster,” said Aragorn, “you may have done horrible things, but you are genuinely trying to become a better person. That is more than enough, and your attempts are working, you are a different person than you once were, you have changed for the better. But your dark thoughts are what makes you think different.”

“I was horrible then, and I still have the potential to be during this journey,” you said looking away from Aragorn, “I made someone jump off a cliff, and worst of all, I am a kinslayer. I am not called a kinslayer by others for nothing.”

“You are not who you think you are.”

At those words, you turned to look at Aragorn again, who was beginning to speak again. “Your past does not define you. It is a fact that not everyone will take your confession as well as I did, nonetheless I am glad that you chose to open up about this, even if it is just to me only, it is a sign of trust. I will be with you if you need if you wish to tell someone else, and I will even stand up for you if any of our companions belittle you for your past mistakes.”

For the first time in Lothlorien, you smiled. Those words touched you, you were grateful to have Aragorn by your side, and you made sure you were going to do the same, to be there for him whenever he begins to feel insecure about his bloodline, his relation to Isildur, or when he doubts his leadership abilities for becoming a king.

“Thank you, Aragorn. I did not know it until now, but I needed those words of comfort. I thank you again for your compassion.”

In that moment, Aragorn began to realize that if your past does not define you, then his own bloodline definitely doesn’t define him as well. He also realized that he had overlooked the great achievements Isildur accomplished in his lifetime, even if he failed to destroy the One Ring, he was the one who cut Sauron’s fingers off which was enough for Sauron’s defeat in the Second Age.

Then eventually, the unthinkable happened. Aragorn was proud to have the same blood as his ancestor’s run through his veins. 

He was proud to be Isildur’s heir.

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Taglist: @moony-artnstuff@aspiring-ginger@kata1803

Prompt: Anonymous asked: Do you think you could do a part 2 of the dealing with the trauma with Legolas? I really liked it! Maybe what happens when they wake up?
Pairing: Legolas x Reader
Written by: Shelby
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The smell of cooking pastries brought you to a gradual awakening. The customary feeling of aprehension upon waking up subsided as you remembered you weren’t in battle, as it did every morning. You also recalled the previous night’s events and realised you hadn’t had another nightmare. Rolling over under the soft covers, you came face-to-face with the blonde elf.

“Good morning,” he said, smiling at you. 

“Good morning,” you replied. For a moment you just laid there, staring at his sky-blue eyes and thinking of how lucky you were to have him. “Thanks for staying with me last night. It’s the first time I’ve slept after a nightmare.”

“Of course, Y/N. I’m always here to help.”

It didn’t take long to get properly dressed to greet the rest of the company. Legolas had returned to his room to avoid arousing rumors of any relationship beyond friendship. Soon you were rushing out of your room and into the dining room, being met with the sight of a bunch of people sitting down to breakfast. 

“Hello!” You greeted them cheerily. 

You were met with several replies, the heartiest of which belonged to Gimli and the hobbits. Never doubt a dwarf when it comes to cheer, you’d learned. 

Legolas entered a couple minutes later, sitting a couple seats down from you. Your face brightened when you saw him, but for necessity’s sake you offered nothing more than general greeting. The breakfast proceeded slowly (as it always does when hobbits and dwarves are present) and you found yourself enjoying the feeling of not being anxious at all.

Once the meal was over, you helped Frodo begin to bring everything into the kitchen to be cleaned up. You would have taken care of everything, but he insisted, as it was his house. 

The clanking of the glass dishware wasn’t enough to cover up the talking at the dining table, so, hoping to spice up the monotonous act of cleaning, you listened in. 

“…slayed that pig like an orc!”

Shit.

An uninvited memory of battle entered your mind, sparking the smallest stirring of anxiety. Trying to block out the conversation, you breathed deeply and focused back on the steady task of washing dishes. Unfortunately the residents of the dining room had deemed it fit to have a mock battle of their own, likely waving around the wooden spoons and using barrel lids as shields. 

You noticed that there wasn’t much left to be done, so you decided you could wait it out until you finished. The noises of playfighting rang in your ears, bringing with them memories of your own fighting. Panic rose in your throat as you fought back tears, trying in vain to ignore everything else. Before you knew it your breathing was getting faster and shallower. You took a quick break to down a glass of water, desperately hoping to fend off the impending light-headedness. No use.

“Frodo?” You asked lightly.

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Would you be so kind as to finish the dishes? I’ll help with lunch and dinner, I promise.”

“No worries!”

You hurriedly thanked him and walked out of the kitchen as fast as you could without tripping over your own feet. Glancing out at the dining room, you noticed that Legolas wasn’t among those in the mock battle, and a glimmer of hope pushed its way through your panic.

Your hope was well placed when you turned the corner into his room and saw him reading. He looked up, icy blue eyes searching your own and deepening with concern.

“Are you all right, Y/N?” He asked, getting up and crossing to you.

You shook your head as his arms wrapped around you and you found the pressure of the hug comforting.

“They… in the kitchen… they’re fighting and…” You were barely able to choke out that much before Legolas pulled you closer to his chest, slowly stroking your hair and muttering soothing words. 

After a few minutes you’d calmed down a bit, still breathing shakily and fighting off the last bits of anxiety.

“Do you want to lie down for a bit?”

Nodding, you turned and began to head back to your room before Legolas gently put his hand on your shoulder.

“I… I meant in here, like last night.”

A gush of happiness bloomed in your chest, and you made your way over to the inviting bed. It didn’t take long to bury yourself under the covers, but you noticed Legolas had left the room. You could hear him talking in the kitchen and you hoped he wasn’t getting too detailed about the state their play-fighting had put you in. Soon he was back and you rolled over, watching him as he crossed the room to where you lay.

“Thank you, Legolas.” You whispered.

“Like I said, I’ll always be here for you.”

He slipped under the covers and pulled you into an embrace, whispering sweet nothings and playing with your hair until you fell asleep.

Prompt: wemormor asked: My idea for Legolas- he would be in love with human reader who helps the fellowship. She would love him back but trying not to act like this, because she doesn’t want him to leave all elven life for her. 
Pairing: Legolas x Reader
Written by: Shelby
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Trekking through the rollings hills, while pleasant to view, was tiring. Tiring beyond belief. In addition, it was awkward. Several days ago, after a particularly pernicious meeting with a band of orcs, Legolas had confessed how scared he’d been of losing you- and how much he loved you. Panicking, you said you didn’t feel the same, and had been hiding the truth since then.

You did love him.

Now, you did your best to avoid him, knowing it would lead to you and him acting to formal around each other instead of just going back to being friends like he promised. It wasn’t that you were scared of loving and elf - quite the opposite. You were scared of an elf loving you, a prince at that. Having heard stories of similar situations, you knew it’d either end in heartbreak or he’d leave his elven life for you. You couldn’t let that happen.

So you kept your feelings a secret.

It was hard not to steal glances at his handsome face, dreaming about what could have been if only you were an elf. There were enough people in the Fellowship for you to not be lonely without him, but you still felt alone for the most part. Your friendship with him had been what convinced you to join… and to stay.

At long last the Fellowship stopped for the night, camping under the endless dome of stars and blackness. The watch rotations were as they had been since the beginning, with you and Legolas taking third watch. However, that hadn’t really mattered, since you never got that much sleep before your watch recently. You were too busy tossing and turning and fighting down your love for the elf. 

Tonight was no different.

Still somewhat awake, you easily heard Sam walking over to you so that he could wake you up. You’d found it was easier to pretend you’d been asleep as to avoid anyone worrying over you. 

“Time for your watch,” you heard him say as he gently tapped your shoulder. 

“Gotcha.” Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes as if you’d been asleep and looked around. Your surroundings were different every night, so you didn’t bother trying to get familiar with them. You just had to know it enough to find the best spots to watch from.

After several minutes you’d finally gotten comfortable on a slight incline, resting against a smooth boulder. The height gave you a view of the Fellowship, it’s surroundings, and-

Legolas.

The elven prince was making his way towards you, quiver strung lazily over one shoulder, bow in hand. 

“I couldn’t find a better place to keep watch. Mind if I join you?” He asked.

“Um…” You hesitated, not sure if you should tell him you wanted to be alone. “I guess.”

“Great.”

As he settled down next to you, it took all you had not to subtly inch away from him. You just couldn’t shake the feeling that things were just so awkward.

A couple minutes passed and neither of you had said a word. When Legolas finally did speak, you’d become so entranced by the silence you nearly flinched.

“Have you thought about what I said,Y/N?" 

A feeling of dread crept through you stomach, eating its way through the calmness you’d worked up throughout the night. You couldn’t bear to lie to the one you loved again.

"I suppose I have.” You kept your voice flat, your words short. “Why?”

“I was just wondering if you… felt any different about me.”

“No.” It stung, but you couldn’t let an elf fall in love with you. It was as simple as that.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Legolas turned towards you, sitting up away from the rock. Averting your gaze, you tried to ignore the inquisitive and disbelieving look in his eyes. After a few seconds you looked back at him, impatient.

“What are you looking at?” You snapped.

“Y/N, those aren’t the eyes of someone who doesn’t at least care for the one they’re talking to.” It was hard not to hear the convincing tone in his voice.

“How would you know?”

“I know what it looks like when someone cares about me; I see it when my father looks at me. It’s almost the same as when you do.”

“It’s because you’re my friend, Legolas. I care about you as my friend.”

“Are you sure?” He asked again.

You couldn’t handle this anymore.

“No!” You cried.

Someone shifted among the group of sleeping Fellowship members and you glanced at them, hoping nobody would wake up.

“I don’t know.”

“What don’t you know?”

Meeting his icy blue eyes, you saw hope and affection lighting his stare. 

“I don’t know if I want you to love me." 

"Y/N, that’s ridiculous. Who doesn’t want someone to love them?”

“A human!” You buried your face in your hands, shaking your head. “I don’t want to be loved by an elf. I know what happens.”

“Look at me." 

Legolas’ hand gently guided yours away and you turned your head, fighting back tears.

"I do not know at this point whether I would do that for you. If I did, it would mean saving me from a long life without you. Bringing myself to mortality gives more than it takes.”

Smiling a little, you watched as his face only grew kinder.

"Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Prompt: wemormor asked: Hmm, I’d like to read something with Bard, where action would be based on their love, but it would be forbidden, because of fact that reader is Master’s of Laketown niece.
Pairing: Bard x Reader
Written by: Shelby
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Running along the wooden pathways of Laketown wasn’t the most productive way to spend your day, but it would make do when you weren’t up for the chores your uncle gave you. The quality of his treatment could be seen as below average, but everyone countered your complaining: “You’re the neice of the Master! You’re lucky!” or “You should be grateful he took you in when your parents drowned!”

Yeah right.

You took every chance you had to be outside, to get away from the dank stuffiness of your “home”. Sometimes you were able to find an aquaintance to hang out with, but for the most part it was just you. Running around town, making games out of avoiding your uncle and those working for him.

As you turned a corner, running a little faster than usual, someone managed to walk right in front of you, sending you crashing into the water. The bubbly darkness surrounded you while you struggled to keep your calm. Soon you were treading the icy water, searching for the nearest wooden path to hoist yourself onto. 

Suddenly a hand was thrust in front of your face, presumably to help you up. You grabbed it firmly, using your other hand to aid in pulling yourself onto solid ground. Eventually you were lying on the cold wood, shivering and trying to make your frozen muscles cooperate. 

“Thanks,” you managed to mutter. “But next time watch where you’re going.”

The stranger held your upper arm and helped you stand.

“I could say the same to you, Y/N.” He said. 

You were past asking people how they knew your name; being known to the entire town was a “luxury” of being the Master’s niece.

Shivering, you tried to think of how to respond or walk away without awkwardness when a heavy coat was placed on your shoulders.

“Thanks… again.”

For the first time you looked closely at your rescuer, finally reognizing him. Bard the Bargeman, not well like by your uncle. If he were to see you hanging around “filthy commonfolk”, he’d surely confine you to your quarters again.

“I, um… I should be going. I truly am grateful for your help, Bard, but I think it would be best for me to return home.” As you tried to take your leave politely, you couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was. Beauty was not a common thing in Laketown.

His face adopted a concerned expression. “Are you sure? It’s still daylight, my lady. Surely you don’t need to leave now.”

Spotting one of the guards who worked for your father, you nodded furiously. “I’m sure. And… don’t call me ‘my lady’!” You said with mock anger. 

Bard simply smiled, giving you a sarcastic bow. “As you wish.”

You returned home, vaguely aware of the coat on your shoulders. Oh, well. It was too late to go back to find him, and you had no idea where he resided. As you cautiously opened the door to your home, you braced yourself for the bad mood your uncle was likely to be in.

“Where have you been, you foolish girl!" 

There it was.

"Nowhere of importance, Uncle,” you replied quietly. 

“Hmph. Just go to your room and don’t bother me.” He said.

You’d almost made it to the stairs when the Master spoke again.

“Who’s coat is that you’re wearing?”

“Oh… um…” You desperately searched for a plausible response. “It’s… my friend’s, Uncle.”

“Friend’s. HA! I’d recognize that barge rat’s poor excuse for a coat anywhere. Throw it in the river!” He yelled to one of his men.

“Wait!” You cried, attempting in vain to keep the material on your body. Soon you heard the splash of fabric hitting water and there was nothing you could do but return to your room.

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The next day you sat by the fire, trying to ward off the chill you’d caught. Even if you hadn’t been told to stay home by your uncle, you wouldn’t have risked going outside anyway. No need to get sicker. 

An ephemeral scratching of wood caught your attention and you slowly turned, taking care not to dislodge the blanket wrapped so carefully around your shoulders. You heard the front door open carefully and you wondered how your uncle had returned home so soon after leaving. 

“Y/N?” Someone called out quietly.

“Bard?” You whispered. 

He walked into the living room you were currently seated in, face lighting up when he caught sight of you.

“How are you doing?” He asked.

“I’m fine, but what are you doing in here? My uncle would surely have you thrown in jail if he found you.” Worriedly, you tried to get up and push him out the front door, but your overwhelming exhaustion from the cold just made you sit back down.

Sitting next to you, Bard put his arm around your shoulders, trying to warm you up better than the meager fire.

“He won’t be back anytime soon. He’s got… a situation to handle.”

“Wow,” you said with a small smile. “You really are a 'sneaky liar’." 

"Is that what he calls me?” He said jokingly. “I prefer 'clever master of persuasion’.”

You laughed, enjoying the comfort of his presence. Suddenly, however, you remembered the coat that was surely ruined with water damage and you looked at him, apologetic.

“I’m so sorry! My uncle saw your coat and-”

“It’s okay. I took it upon myself to make sure you reached home safely and was able to pull it from the river before too much happened.”

“Oh, well, that’s good. I’m still sorry he’s an ass, though.” You said.

The two of you sat next to each other in silence for a few minutes, relishing the rare calmness of your surroundings. As you noticed the time you looked at him sadly, trying to find a way to tell him you wanted to be friends… or even more.

“My uncle will probably be back soon,” you muttered.

“What a shame. It’s been lovely spending time with you, my lady.” He teased.

You playfully swatted his shoulder, a rare and full smile on your face. “You should go. I’d hate for my uncle to throw you in jail.”

“Well then, my friend, until another day.”

“Friend?”

“Is that not what we are?” He asked, grinning at you.

“Oh, yeah, I suppose,” you said shyly. “Hopefully not for long.”

You’d meant to whisper it but immediately blushed when it came out louder than you expected. 

“I see. Stay warm, Y/N." 

As you realised his movement towards you was to kiss you, you pulled back, mad that you couldn’t have been healthy.

"I’m sick, remember? Wouldn’t want you to catch a cold. Otherwise I’m sure I’d do the same thing,” you said, trying to be friendly.

Bard simply smiled and kissed the top of your head, holding one hand on the side of your face.

“I await your return to health.”

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summary: y/n, a mirkwood royal advisor, is deeply terrified of spiders. when she sees one on her bed, she runs for the hills.

this story is pretty short, but i thought it was hilarious!

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Y/N’s shrill scream echoed through the palace.

“HELP HELP HELP!!!”

She ran as fast as her little legs could take her. Unfortunately, she gave all of the palace staff (other than a few of Thranduil’s guards) the weekend off. Nobody was there to help her except the King and Prince.

“Thranduil!!!!!” She yells, seeing him in the distance

“Y/N, what’s wrong?!” He asks urgently

Before she could tell him, she slipped. On the ground, she fell. “Ah, curse your perfect shiny floors!”

Thranduil picks her up in one swift movement. “Are you alright?!”

“Spider! In my room!” She exclaims, burrowing her head in Thranduil’s chest

Thranduil’s eyes widen. “Legolas, one of the monster spiders is in Y/N’s room!”

Legolas came running in, bow and arrows in hand. “I’ll protect you, Y/N!”

Thranduil and Legolas ran to Y/N’s room.

“This is why my staff doesn’t have off-days!” Thranduil proclaims

Legolas carefully prods the door open. “Where is it? Did it escape?”

Y/N squeals, almost falling out of Thranduil’s arms.

“It’s on my bed, it’s on my bed!!!”

Legolas drops his bow and arrow. His brow furrowed. Quietly, he stepped closer to her bed.

“That little thing?”

She was beyond horrified. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Legolas picks up the spider. Y/N wraps her arms around Thranduil’s neck and refuses to look. He opens the window and throws the little guy out.

“Y/N, is that what you were screaming about?” Legolas says, laughing

“Leggy…s’not very funny! Spiders are scary.”

Thraduil chuckled. “Well then I suppose we can’t let you into the forest anymore.”

Y/N tilts back, looking at Thranduil’s face. Her bottom lip juts out. “Why not?”

“There are these actual, Giant Spiders, that have been tormenting our borders for months. They are the size of me, and I’m over 6 feet tall.” Thranduil replies

“What?!” Y/N yells. “Why wasn’t this addressed in our meetings with all of the other Mirkwood elves?!!”

“Everyone has already known about it.” Legolas replies for Thranduil

“Well we are having a meeting on Monday and we are going to kill all of the big ass spiders!”

Thranduil and Legolas laugh.

“As you wish.”

Y/N: *staring blankly at thranduil* How much longer will you be sitting there?

Thranduil: Y/N, I have only been on my throne for the past three hours!

Y/N: *exasperated sigh*

Naneth! Pt.2

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Thranduil x Y/N

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FIND PART ONE HERE ↓

https://botanical-bananas.tumblr.com/post/617391015283818496/naneth-pt1

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Y/N watched as Elrond left Mirkwood. It was a bittersweet moment, but it was for the best. She needed to stay in Mirkwood to ease tension and create peace. 

Thranduil came beside her and put his hand on the small of her back. She smiled up at him shyly.

“So you are here to be apart of my council, correct?”

“Yes. Elrond wanted me to stay here in order to help with your mood and people.”

Thranduil chuckled, despite the fact that he disapprove of what Elrond said. It was true. “Well I don’t have any meetings planned soon, so we should be okay with my mood for today.”

Y/N laughed and took his arm in a friendly manor. Elrond had already informed Thranduil that she was rather affectionate. The pair moved with grace as they walked away from the stables in which Elrond had departed. 

“Why don’t you show me around the gardens? That was always one of my favorite parts of Mirkwood. They are unbeatable.”

He smiled at the genuine compliment. “As you wish.”

Thranduil led her to the gardens. While on the way, he charmed her with his stories. Admittedly, he was quite funny and down to middle earth at times. Y/N and Thranduil’s conversation easily flowed.

Y/N was just as amicable as Thranduil. And just as he had charmed her, she charmed him. Y/N was quite adorable in his eyes. Sure, she was not your stereotypical half elf. It was very out of character for Thranduil to fall for someone like her. Normally, he frowned upon half elves.

Alas, Y/N was enchanting. She already had Thranduil and Legolas wrapped around her little finger without even realizing that. Y/N held onto Thranduil, head on his shoulder. It was a pleasant feeling for Thranduil. Affection had been rare for him ever since his wife died.

“Thank you for taking care of Legolas when I couldn’t.”

Y/N smiled up at him. “Of course. He is like my own kin.”

“I’ve noticed. He even calls you Naneth.”

“Yes…he always did that as a child and continues to now. I cannot recall the last time he has called me by my actually name.”

“He is very fond of you.”

“Legolas and I are very close. It seems that sometimes I already know what he is going to say before he even opens his mouth.” Y/N agrees

“Tis good to know that there was someone there for him.”

“Well, now that I’m staying here forever, according to Legolas, someone will undoubtedly be here for him!” Y/N jokes

Thranduil and Y/N laugh. He holds the gate open to the gardens. Y/N thanks him and walks inside. Her eyes darted to her two favorite plants.

“Alfirin and Elanor!” she exclaims

Kneeling beside the plants, she smells them. Her eyes close and she grins. Thranduil was entertained by her reaction.

“Are those your favorites, bunny?”

She blushes at the nickname. “Yes, they smell wonderful and are quite beautiful. When Legolas was young, I would braid his hair with these flowers. They are our favorite.”

Thranduil smiles. “Mine as well.”

He sits down on a nearby bench. Observing her was an activity he was learning to enjoy.

“May I pick a few?”

“Yes, you may.”

After having a handful of them, she skipped back over to him. Plopping down beside him, she smirked up at him expectantly.

“What is it, bunny?”

“Can I braid your hair?”

He stares down at her, considering his options. She stares back at him and begins to pout. Her bottom lip sticks out.

“Pweaseeeeeeeeee Thranduil?”

“Agh, fine!” He submits, rolling his eyes

Y/N cheers. She takes his palms and fills them with flowers. The crown was placed beside him.

“First, I must French braid your hair. The flowers can wait!”

“You know, I already have flowers in my crown.” Thranduil says

Y/N rolls her eyes. “No silly, you aren’t wearing your crown! Not with my beautiful braid!”

“Akingwithout his crown?”

“Yes!”

Y/N’s gentle fingers pulled through his hair. It was silky smooth and lacked knots. Thranduil moaned as she tugged on one of the strands. Both went red in the face. It was a rather awkward situation. And Y/N did not like that.

“My sincerest apologies Thranduil. I have forgotten how sensitive elves can be when you pull on their hair.”

Thranduil said nothing in reply. Y/N began to section out his hair. Piece by piece, it came together. Finally, she completed the French braid.

“Could you tilt your head back for a moment, facing me?”

Thranduil tilts his head back. Y/N surveys his face, making sure there are no stragglers. She giggles at his serious expression.

“Lighten up Thranduil!”

“Lighten up?”

“It’s a figure of speech.”

“Figure of speech?”

“Ah, nevermind! Give me the flowers, please.”

He holds his palms out. She takes an Elanor and threads it into the braid. Before running out of flowers, she took the last two and stuck one behind each ear.

Y/N takes Thranduil’s hand and makes him stand up. A blush appeared on his face as she leaned up and kissed his cheek.

“You look wonderful Thranduil. Just like the elven king that you are.”

“Thank you, Y/N.”

She takes his arm and his crown. They walk to the palace, talking quietly amongst themselves. Though Y/N’s laughter echoed through the kingdom.

The staff was just preparing for dinner as they walked inside. An eager Legolas greeted Y/N exuberantly. She smiled, hugging him.

“Hello Legolas. How was your day?”

“It is even better, now that I have seen you!”

Y/N elbows Thranduil. “What do you think of the hair? Do a spin for us!”

Thranduil rolls his eyes, but does a spin. Legolas and Y/N laugh. It was a demoralizing situation for the other party.

“It reminds me of how you used to do my hair as a child. I love it.”

“Yes, that is why I snuck a few extra flowers in the crown. It was so big that I could fit them in here!” Y/N exclaims. “Now it’s time to do your hair, Legolas!”

“That sounds great.” He says, taking Y/N’s hand

Thranduil followed behind, watching the two interact. It fascinated him to see how close Legolas got with Y/N. He couldn’t remember the last time he had received a hug, or even a praise from his son.

Hopefully Y/N would fix that.

Y/N was Legolas’s old childhood babysitter. Thranduil becomes infatuated with her quickly.

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Thranduil x Y/N

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Naneth! pt.1

Elrond and Y/N entered the kingdom of Mirkwood. She smiled softly, thinking of fond memories with the prince.

“Are you happy to be here?” Elrond inquires

“Very. Though I’m afraid Legolas may not remember me, as it has been long since I’ve travelled here.”

Elrond shook his head. “Legolas could never forget someone as extraordinary as you, Y/N.”

When Legolas was a small child and teenager, Y/N would often babysit him. Though never formally meeting Thranduil, she took care of his son like her own. Elrond had recommended Y/N and Thranduil trusted his word.

Soon, Y/N was the only caretaker Legolas ever wanted as a child. He would refuse to have anyone else watch over him as his father was gone on important missions.

Though as he grew up, her visits became less frequent. Their relationship faded over the centuries. But now, Y/N was back again.

Hope filled Y/N’s doe eyes. “Thank you, Elrond. We will just have to see how well I get along with King Thranduil.”

Elrond chuckles. “He’ll come around even if he doesn’t fancy you when you first meet”

A few guards noticed their arrival and bowed. Elrond nodded respectfully and asked for directions to the stables. The guards offer to take their horses so that they could travel on foot to the palace.

Elrond and Y/N dismounted their horses and walked through the village of Mirkwood. A charming place, it was!

“It’s just as I remember it.” Y/N says fondly

Elrond and Y/N locked arms as they walked through the village. They were incredibly close friends. Both knew that their relationship was nothing but platonic, and it was clear to everyone around them as well.

Y/N’s smile grew as they began to walk up the palace steps. She lifted her skirt with her free hand. Once reaching the top, Elrond greets the palace guards. They opened the doors for the two and they walked inside.

Legolas was the first to notice their presence. Without a second thought, he yelled “Naneth!” and ran to her. Thranduil perked up at the name, and turned around to face Y/N.

She opened her arms wide for him to crash into. Legolas nearly made Y/N fall from their impact. She laughed and held him close. His lanky arms encased her curvy body tightly.

Elrond approached Thranduil. Their quiet discussion had begun.

“Y/N hasn’t been here in centuries.”

Thranduil nods. “Yes. And it seems that she and Legolas are rather close.”

Elrond smiles. “It broke Y/N’s heart to not see Legolas, but she knew she had to let him go. He was very attached to her.”

“I can see that. He even calls her mother.”

Elrond freezes up slightly, looking over at Thranduil’s face. It had a melancholic expression as he studied the two closely.

“Y/N was the closest thing to a mother little Legolas had.” Elrond says boldly

“Hello, my dear Legolas. You’ve grown a whole foot since I last saw you!”

He lifted her into his arms and spun her around. Y/N couldn’t help the giggles that fell out of her mouth.

“And you’re as short as ever!” He teased

Y/N nodded. “Yes, the perk of being half human!”

“Why didn’t you come back, Naneth?” Legolas asked, a frown on his face

She smiled sadly. “You didn’t need me anymore, silly. You were plenty old enough to take care of yourself!”

He crosses his arms. “No! You were the best…and I really could’ve used your advice throughout my youth and even now. Naneth, you are staying here forever!”

Y/N laughed. “We will see, Legolas.”

Elrond clears her throat. Y/N goes red, realizing she hadn’t acknowledged Thranduil.

She curtsied at the two kings. “Hello, King Thranduil. I am Y/N. My apologies for not greeting you sooner.”

Thranduil motioned for her to come nearer. She stepped forward, a few feet away from him. He took her hand and kissed it gently, never breaking eye contact.

“Ah, a charmer I see.” She teases gently, a spark of playfulness in her eyes

“Something like that.” He smirks

Legolas and Elrond shared a look. Never had they seen Thranduil so friendly before. Y/N assumed it was normal, as she had never met Thranduil before.

“Hey Naneth, I want to show you around the castle again. My shot has gotten much better after all of this time!” Legolas exclaims

Y/N looks over at Elrond. He smiles and motions for her to join Legolas.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Thranduil.” She says respectfully

“You as well, Lady Y/N.”

Legolas took her hand. Y/N followed after the very eager Legolas. It reminded her of when he was a small child, always wanting to show her something. He was a very curious elf and loved Y/N so dearly; therefore she was the one he used to always show things to.

“Any ladies in your life, Legolas?”

He sighs. “I’m afraid not. The one who I loved fell for someone else.”

She squeezed his hand sympathetically. “Oh, that is awful!”

Legolas took her into his secluded shooting range. She sat at a bench and watched as he grabbed his bow and arrows. Y/N laughed.

“Do you recall that little bow you used to use? It was always too big for you when you were around 9 years old. You were so eager to learn that you dropped it on your foot, for it was too heavy. Then you couldn’t walk on your foot for the rest of the week!”

He laughed. “I remember that!”

Once knocking an arrow back, he inhaled. It was completely silent where they sat.

Y/N was good at studying people without saying much. After exhaling, he let the arrow go. It flew to the target, landing right on the bullseye. Y/N clapped, pleased at Legolas’s work.

“You have improved so much! Even when you were 15 you couldn’t make that shot!” She praised

Legolas blushed. “Thank you, Naneth.”

Y/N was surprised that he continued to call her mother, even at his age. But then again, he was incredibly close to her so it made sense. In Legolas’s eyes, Y/N could do absolutely no wrong.

Elrond and Thranduil watched from a distance. They stood on a balcony and spoke softly to each other.

“She’s beautiful.” Thranduil admits

Elrond smiles. “Very. Inside and out. Y/N is one of the kindest human-elves I have ever met.”

“She doesn’t have many elven features, other than the ears.”

“Yes, she looks more human. Nevertheless, her mom and dad were only ½ elves as well. That explains why she only carries elven ears. But if we are being honest, she’s acts more elf than human.”

“If she has been staying with you for the past 3,000 centuries, I believe it. Did you say she was around 4,000 years old?”

Elrond’s brow quirked. “Do you wish to court her?”

“Maybe.” Thranduil muses

Elrond was surprised, but masked it. “Yes, she is around there. Her parents died when she was 1,000 years old.”

“That is very young…”

Elrond looks over at Y/N pityingly. “It was long ago. She recovered and became one of my best members of my council. And now, I shall give her to you.”

Thranduil was confused. “Do you mean that my own council is poorly run?”

Elrond was quick to defend himself. “No Thranduil. But I know that sometimes it is hard for you to be relaxed, and Y/N is very calming. Not only is she easy on the eyes, but is wise and works with the people. She is fantastic at sorting out issues and working through them peacefully.”

“Well then she will fit perfectly with my council.”

“I will be sad to see her gone, but it was in my vision for her to be with you. It is for the best.”

Thranduil was intrigued. “Did you see anything else?”

Elrond only smirked. “All I have to say is be kind to her. She will be very important for your future.”

Both shifted their gaze to Y/N. She was currently encouraging Legolas to split his arrow in half with another.

“C’mon Legolas, show me some real skill! Be dangerous!!” She yells

He chuckles. “I know my father said not to but…”

“Legolas and Y/N!”

Y/N turned red and spun around obediently. Legolas also turned around, bow and arrow pointed at the ground.

“Don’t you break anymore arrows Legolas! We have gone over this.” Thranduil yells exasperatedly

Legolas snorted, turned around, and shot the arrow. Y/N bit her lip, attempting to stifle the giggle.

“Legolas!”

“Uh oh…”

CHAPTER TWO HERE ↓

https://botanical-bananas.tumblr.com/post/617506467218636800/naneth-pt2

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