Not Fair

Originally posted by capitancassian

Originally posted by prettycatz

Summary: Bard is planning to marry Sigrid to one of the heirs of the two other Kingdoms and you’re absolutely livid.

Pairings: Thranduil x Reader

Word Count: 1,093

A/n: I legit had this idea stuck in my head and I could not go to sleep without writing something. I think everyone is a bit out of character in this.

Master List Part 2

Pain is all you see on Sigrids face. It was obvious she had absolutely no say in this and that made you angry.

“No,” you say loud enough for the three kings to hear. Everything goes silent and Sigrid turns to you with a hopeful look in her eyes.

“Y/n?” Thorin asks confused. 

Each king of the three kingdoms were currently sat at a round with their most trusted advisor and their heir. In Bard’s case, his eldest daughter. Being Thranduil’s most trusted, you were sat between Balin and King Elf. You and Tauriel were the only elves that the dwarves could stand and you were the only elves that could stand the dwarves. It was a win win situation.

The three had discussed forming an alliance by marrying off Sigrid to either Fili or Legolas and you were not happy. She was a mere child. She should not be forced into this especially because she had no say in the matter.

“Sigrid is not going to marry any of your heirs,” you say. 


“No. She is not an item to be sold. If you cannot handle a simple treaty without turning it into a marriage than you do not deserve being kings,” you say coldly.

“We are only making the alliance stronger,” Bard argues making you stand angrily.

“Then don’t marry Sigrid off like some. Some. Prize! If you want someone to get married. Then marry me off! I’m the King Thranduil’s most trusted advisor you can ask for nothing better.”

“We can’t marry you off by force-”

“There it is! You are forcing Sigrid to marry of these to men and yet you are giving me the choice! You are being absolutely ridiculous!” You shout.

“Y/n!” Thranduil exclaims and you flinch, turning to look at him. He was absolutely livid.

“We will call this meeting to an end for today. Y/n. Stay here,” Thranduil states. You take a seat, waiting for the reprimand.

Once everyone leaves, Thranduil stands.

“How dare you!” He hisses, pacing.

“I was only trying to save Sigrid from a fate she did not ask for,” you argue, standing in front of him. He was way taller than you and it was a bit intimidating.

“You have no business in what is discussed between kings. Do you really think yourself so high that you can speak back to kings as if you had no respect for them?" 

That makes you flinch as if he had hit you. You were his best friends since you were elflings. Born on the same day of the same year and you thought he though you a close friend. You were wrong.

"My lord-," 

"Leave. You are no longer welcomed in my council or my home,” he replies, coldly. You stiffen a bit before bowing slightly.

“As you wish, King Thranduil,” you say before taking your leave. You make your way back to your chambers, trying and failing to choke down your tears. For him to do this is outrageous, but you had no time to think about it now. You put whatever clothes you had in your pack, leaving anything that Thranduil has gifted you with. 

When you place your weapons on your back, there’s a knock on the door. You open it to find Legolas. He looks at you then to your bed.

“Are you going somewhere?” He asks with a raised brow.

“I am no longer welcomed here, apparently. It’s what I get for speaking out against kings,” you tell him, going back to your pack.

“Father didn’t mean it-,”

“Oh he meant every word, Legolas. It does not matter that we’ve been friends since we could walk he banished me and I will take that punishment without a fight,” you say, grabbing your pack and checking the room for anything you left behind.

You only see the things gifted to you including your favorite dagger. You nod at your decision and turn towards the door, walking past Legolas.

“And where will you go?” Legolas asks as you step over the threshold.

“Anything is better than here,” you tell him and with that, you’re off.

You make your way towards the front gate, but before you reach there, you hear a voice calling your name.

You stop in your steps and turn towards the source. It was not Thranduil, that was obvious. If it was, you wouldn’t have stopped.

You find Bard and Sigrid. The sight of Bard makes you frown. The nerve he has to talk to you right now.

“What is it?” you ask him, glaring. “Where are you going?” Sigrid asks, quietly and that makes you stop glaring and you sigh.

“Away. I am no longer welcomed here,” you tell her. “It’s because of me isn’t it?” she asks, stepping closer. You walk up to her and clasp her hands in yours.

“No. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have spoken so harshly to your father. My mouth is what got me in trouble,” you tell her, but you can see it in her face that she blames herself.

“All because you defended me!” she exclaims.

“And I would do it over again if I have to,” you tell her, squeezing her hands as a tear of frustration slips down her cheek, ”I would even trade my life if that meant that you would have the freedom to choose who you want to marry.”

Sigrid looks down at the floor and you pull her into a hug.

“I am sorry that I cannot be there tomorrow to help you, but I must leave,” you tell her and Bard clears his throat.

“Actually. I was going to send Sigrid home with the guards. I made up my mind and realized you were right and I wish that I had seen it sooner that way you wouldn’t have had to fight for her and you wouldn’t have been banished,” Bard says, scratching the back of his neck.

You wanted to murder that man, but you couldn’t think about that now.

“I will take Sigrid to Dale. I do not trust your guards as far as I could throw them,” you say, releasing Sigrid and wiping her tears away.

“And, if you want. There is a place for you to stay,” Bard says and you just nod, leading Sigrid to leave. You take one last look around, wondering if you were ever going to walk these halls again. You shake your head and make your way to the stables not realizing that there was currently a king regretting his decision.

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Imagine Thorin always having to smile when he sees you, especially when you don’t notice him being there. You’d just hum a quiet melody and flick through some of your books, but you being so happily into your stories is literally all it takes to completely enchant him.


Reality vs. Fiction

Richard Armitage is known for his “method” acting. More than once he has talked about his characters and how he even dreamt in character. 

Everybody knows how John Proctor had him living “like a monk” for three months, or how Thorin Oakenshield made him grumpier

It’s not so strange, then, that Richard / Thorin makes a “motivation speech” to his fellow actors / Dwarves, just as Thorin himself could have made. 

And it shouldn’t come as a surprise, either, the fact that he keeps being serious as soon as they finish the scene, whereas the two actors who play his nephews start smiling at once. It is true that both Fìli and Kili are young Dwarves and “know nothing of the world” so they could laugh and smile out of excitement… Or maybe Aidan and Dean are just happy with the resulting scene…

The thing I know is that, when I see him, in the final pics, I don’t see Richard. 

I see Thorin, son of Thrain.

Thank you, Richard, for making me believe.

This is why you should never leave me a pencil and a piece of paper when I’m bored ~
From left to right:
Andúril, Aragorn’s sword
Glamdring, Gandalf’s sword
Andhafang, Arwen’s sword
Herugrim, King Théoden’s sword
Orcrist, Thorin Oakenshield’s sword
Sting, Bilbo and Frodo Baggins’ sword
I wanted to draw Narsil, Isildur’s sword, too, but I miscalculated the swords’ dimensions 😅

“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”

Throwback to the good old days when I was pumping out fanart in high school art class and crying because Battle of the Five Armies was premiering that December lmao

"King Under the Mountain,” 2014. Watercolor.
Thorin Oakenshield © J. R. R. Tolkien