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“Hobbits are an unobtrusive but very ancient people, more numerous formerly than they are today; for they love peace and quiet and good tilled earth: a well-ordered and well-farmed countryside was their favourite haunt… They dressed in bright colours, being notably fond of yellow and green… All Hobbits had originally lived in holes in the ground… A preference for round windows, and even round doors, was the chief remaining peculiarity of hobbit-architecture.” from Concerning Hobbits of The Lord of the Rings Prologue by J.R.R. Tolkien.
“Thranduil,” you greeted, bowing deeply before continuing towards the great Elf. “I am here about the deal you put forward for our lands.”
“Ah, yes,” he nodded, returning the pleasantries. “You’re here in representation of the land of Men. Lady Y/N, isn’t it?”
“It is,” you told him, producing the previously designed charter put forward by your council.
You had been directed to the throne room where you had found the -tall- blond Elven King already signing another charter you guessed was between the Woodland Realm and another Elven Kingdom. Despite meeting frequently with various elves, you always admired their graceful yet deadly beauty- Thranduil was no different: he was taller than average for an elf but no less effortlessly graceful and magnificent.
The Elven King accepted the scroll and scanned through it quickly; while you waited, you glanced around the room absently. Elven manufacture was really something to behold and you couldn’t take your eyes off the ornately carved arches leading through to a large stone balcony overlooking an incredible waterfall.
“Father-” You heard a voice call from behind you, making you look over your shoulder to see another elf, almost identical to Thranduil but younger and wearing considerably less expensive finery.
“Legolas,” Thranduil acknowledged, without looking up from the scroll he still read. “This is the Lady Y/N of the Land of Men. She is here concerning a deal about merging our iron resources.”
Smiling at Legolas, Thranduil’s son, you took a step towards him and greeted him, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Legolas. I’ve heard a significant amount about you: you’re fighting skills are apparently something to truly behold.”
At the unexpected praised, the elf flushed a violent shade of red -which made you smile amusedly- and stumbled over his words, “Oh, umm, thank you.”
A fond grin spread across your lips and you found yourself falling into a deep conversation with the attractive elf before you knew what you were doing. By the time Thranduil was finished with the charter and had handed it back to you with the promise of his acceptance, you felt as though you knew Legolas like an old friend.
Just as you were leaving, he caught your arm and whispered, “Meet me, Y/N, somewhere. I wish desperately to see you again.”
You smiled giddily and nodded. “Well, if your father keeps his word, I shall indeed be returning often from now on anyway. Perhaps we will see each other again, after all.”
And with that, you left. With the smitten elf watching helplessly after you.
🌳 Gondor has no king – Gondor needs no king! Do you agree? It is indeed a difficult question, but in hindsight, Aragorn was a better king than Denethor a steward. 🍅🎶 At least we got a beautiful song in the movies!
“I’ll get it, Uncle!” you called to your uncle, Bilbo Baggins, trotting over to the round oak door. Swinging it open you raised an eyebrow at the two -attractive- dwarves stood on the front step. “Yes? Can I help you?”
The one with the long dark hair looked you up and down slowly with a wicked smile on his face and a mischievous glint in his eye, before saying, “Yes, I think you can.”
The one next to him with blond long hair and beard elbowed him in the ribs and smiling pleasantly at you. “We were looking for Bilbo, does he still live here?”
“Of course,” you told him with a friendly smile, stepping aside to make room for the two of them to come in. “Please, he’s in the kitchen.”
Directing the two dwarves into the kitchen, you called to Bilbo, “Uncle, umm, you have visitors?”
The middle-aged hobbit turned around, a plate still clutched in one hand. “Who is i-?” he stopped midsentence. “Ah,” was all he followed with. Then a smile broke across his face and he opened his arms wide and the two dwarves bounded up and clapped him on the back. “It’s good to see you again, Fili, Kili,” he laughed. “After all this time, as well.”
Interrupting the odd greetings, you cleared your throat loudly and raised an eyebrow when they turned to you. “Umm, we haven’t been introduced?” you encouraged.
“Of course, of course,” Bilbo smiled, jovially, “Y/N, these are my friends from my time with Gandalf: Fili and Kili.”
With a warm smile, you grasped each one of their firm, calloused hands in turn and gave them a, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Uncle seldom discusses his time with Gandalf.” You shot your uncle a look then, that said ’but you will be’.
“Fili, Kili,” you addressed them, “Do you want to come through to the living room while my Uncle makes tea?”
“Sounds good,” Kili smiled, striding through doors at random.
After you’d shown them into the living room, you retracted back to the kitchen where you eyed your uncle and said, “Are they going to be staying?”
Bilbo look shocked. “Of course not, why should they?”
You rolled your eyes and set him to work on making tea for four. “Because, they’ve come all this way and it’s polite to offer,” you told him sternly.
📚 “He drew a deep breath. ‘Well, I’m back,’ he said.” This is the End of “The Lord of the Rings” and it still makes us sad and happy at the same time. 🌳📕 Such a long journey we shared with all these characters, grew so fond of them.