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Not The Looks Of A Queen

From this request: Could I request a Thranduil x reader where your married to him and are queen and you don’t often visit the throne room and when you do its in fancy attire with your crown and such and one day you go to talk you thranduil after riding and The guards don’t recognize you and won’t let you in so you try to barge in when the guards grab you a throw you down and hurt you and start dragging you away and Thranduil comes to see what all the commotion is about and see you hurt on the ground And he gets beyond pissed as he runs towards you and kneels next to you, because no one leads a hand on his queen

And this one: Could you do a Thranduil x reader where the reader instead of having light hair like most of the elves has darker brown hair and like most people who aren’t elves don’t know she’s queen so they initially treat her offhandish

*Thranduil-centric

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The wedding had been small, intimate. Thranduil didn’t want a big deal to be made about it.

And, despite his arguments to the contrary, you knew he did it out of protection for you and embarrassment for him.

You were not like a typical elf. You did not have the delicate features, the moon-lightened skin, the silver-blonde hair. You did not dress in fancy garments or flowing skirts and capes, preferring to wear pants and shirts, your brown hair tied up into a bouncing tail on the top of your head.

You knew Thranduil loved you but you also knew that his image to the other elves was very important. So you did your best to remain hidden, a secret that only the King knew about. Only the most trustworthy of the guards and castle-workers knew about you and knew what you looked like. To the rest, you were a rumor, a ghost in the halls, a mystery.

You spent a lot of time outdoors, hiking well-known trails or horseback riding through the fields. Fresh air always made you feel better about your situation. You loved Thranduil and knew that being his queen was the best thing to happen in your life. But sometimes you felt as if you were a dirty secret, something that he was ashamed of.

You led Buttermilk up the hill, letting the sun and warm breeze wash over you. You gazed out over the land, looking at the land that Thranduil (and therefore, you) ruled over. It was lovely.

But you noticed a strange movement in the distance. You reached in your bag and took out your field glasses. Raising them to your eyes, you saw what looked like a group of Orcs on the horizon.

They shouldn’t be in this land.

And from the looks of the weapons they had strapped to themselves, they were not here for a friendly jaunt.

They were here for a battle.

You dug your heels into Buttermilk’s side and quickly raced back to the stables. You jumped off her and gave her rump a quick pat—she was a smart horse and knew she was to go back to her spot. You didn’t look back as you ran into the castle.

You raced through the halls, skidding and sliding on the slick floors. You turned and saw the guards standing outside the throne room, the room where you knew Thranduil was. You approached.

“I need to speak to Thranduil!”

The guards sneered down at you. “The King is not taking visitors today.”

“But I’m not–”

“And for future reference, he rarely speaks to someone who looks like you. He is a king! You should dress appropriately when wishing to speak to him.”

“I was out riding. Look, this is important.”

“Leave, peasant.”

You couldn’t take much more of this. You began to shove your way past the guards, reaching for the handle on the door.

The guards, despite being new, were good at their job. They stopped you cold, shoving you backward. You lost your balance and fell. One of the guards took this moment to grab the collar of your shirt and began to pull you down the hall, no doubt taking you to the dungeon.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

The guard stopped pulling you as Thranduil’s voice thundered through the hall.

“Sir, this peasant was trying to speak to you. She–”

“She is my wife,” the king hissed. He quickly stepped to you and dropped to the floor, his hands landing on your shoulders. The guard behind you had let go of your shirt when the king had appeared.

“Are you hurt?” Thranduil asked you, his voice gentle.

You shook your head. You saw a fire burning in his eyes as he glared up at the guards.

“How dare you treat your Queen in such a manner?”

“Surely this cannot be the Queen,” one of the guards said.

“Look at her appearance, sir. The hair color alone–”

“You doubt my word?” Thranduil asked, his voice hard.

The guards immediately realized how stupid they sounded. “Sir, we were unaware of her title.”

Thranduil helped you stand and kept his arm around your waist, holding you tightly against him. “You two owe her the biggest of apologies.”

“Madam,” the guards said, bending at the knee. “We apologize for our behavior.”

“If either of you lay a hand on her again, you will find yourselves locked away for the rest of your lives. Is this understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

Thranduil stared at the men for a few moments longer. “Leave. You disgust me.”

The guards hung their heads as they headed down the hall.

Once they’d disappeared, Thranduil turned to you. “Are you all right?”

You nodded. “Thranduil, Orcs are nearby. They have come prepared for battle. That’s what I was coming to tell you.”

Thranduil stood for a moment. You could see his mind turning, trying to figure out a plan of action. He pulled you forward and planted a kiss on your forehead. “Go, love. Change your clothes. Clean up. Stay safe.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Get my men ready for battle.”

Back In '09

Word Count: 2119 (longest yet)

Genre: slightly humorous fluff

Pairing: phan

Warnings: none, I think.

Skype calls = train ride = meeting idol = sleeping in same bed = cuddles = phil is not on fire = hobbit hair howell = date (?) = date. = first kiss = surprise

Basically, a quick look into Dan’s first time meeting Phil for the first time.

A/N this is the worst description I have ever written. I’m so sorry.

Also, I originally wrote this for this prompt, but I got carried away.

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Benedict Cumberbatch in Behind The Scenes. Getting ready for his CGI and voice over work in The Hobbit Desolation Of Smaug. The animation process. Benedict states that he went to local Zoos to the reptile exhibit to study the moves and motions of reptiles to get accurate movement for his portrayal of the Villainous Dragon Smaug in the most recent installment in the Hobbit Trilogy. 

Birthdays in Vegas

Description: In honor of my squishy son’s birthday, I have written a Vegas fic! It’s complete, undiluted fluff, featuring a few other YouTubers and the best realism I could come up with:)

Warnings: Some language, drinking and gambling.

Length: 4597

Notes: I really hope you guys like this one! Since I couldn’t draw any birthday phanart for our meme lord, I wrote a fic to celebrate his birth-enjoy!:)

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RA:  Twitter Polaroids ❤

Full quote, from The Two Towers by JRR Tolkien
Sam:
“I know. It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.”
Frodo: “What are we holding onto, Sam? 
Sam: "That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo… and it’s worth fighting for.”