Whenever I see a post where elves (especially Tolkien’s) are depicted as vegetarian I facepalm. Considering that many elves were considered great hunters, and many elves also grilled/roasted (and ate) meat in his works, the idea that all (or most) elves were vegetarians and only ate leafy greens, veggies, fruit, and maybe a bit of fish (but that’s super rare) really bugs me. No, dears, they didn’t, and if you think that, you need to reread all the legendarium. Yeah, some elves may have been vegetarians, but elves (like their human counterparts) are omnivores, and elves probably had more meat available to them in general (while not mentioned, when you have large population centers like Gondolin, Menegroth, and Nargothrond in the FA, and later, Mithlond of Lindon, Caras Galadhon in Lothlorien, Imladris, and Thranduil’s Halls, you’re going to have farms and livestocks. You’re going to have elves eating these kinds of things. Sorry to break it to you, but, no, Middle Earth elves were not vegetarian just because they liked trees more than most Men do.
The battle was won, Erebor reclaimed, and thanks
to the amazing healing power of the elves, everyone got out with their
lives. Sure, Thorin had to use a cane to
walk and Fili had some back problems now, but they were alive, and that was all
It is what brought the company to this day. It was about a week before the big
celebration. They were going to call it “Thorin’s
Day”, to honor the bravery of their new king as he faced the dragon and
reclaimed his kingdom. Many argued, and
by many you mean Nori and you, jokingly, that it should be named “The Company’s
Day” but it didn’t have the same ring to it.
Planning and preparations were in full swing, the
food being planned, wine and ale purchased, the now golden floored hall being
decorated, it was a site to see. Now
that the other dwarves had returned, life was bustling once again in Erebor, it
was great to see the carefree smiles that no longer held worries of dragons and
death, but instead were optimistic of the future.
“By morning I realized that I had spent my first night inside the mountain with my eyes closed. I did not want to see anything. I looked down and Legolas was gone. I was in a panic. Still in pain, I picked myself up and tapped on my doors. They opened and I ran out as fast as I could.
“Legolas,” I yelled. I thought about the day before and feared my son was gone as well. It was then I ran into Fëaluin. “Fëaluin, where is Legolas? He was with me, now he is gone!”
“Thranduil, calm down,” he said and pointed over to a corner.
There was Legolas giggling as he played with Ardôr, Tarthôn, Orísil, Elenadar and Elenatar. I sighed so loud everyone heard me.
“You need to find some rest. Tomorrow will take more from you than yesterday.”
I knew I had to lay my wife to rest, even as I refused to believe she was gone.
“I cannot do it, Fëaluin. I cannot. It is too much.”
“I am well aware of your pain, Thranduil,” he began. “But you must do this. You are the king of this realm and you must do it,” he said. “You buried your father. You buried Melros. You buried my brother and his wife. You must now bury Êlúriel.”
“No,” I roared so loud the entire room went silent.
Legolas and Tarthôn looked afraid of me and I felt ashamed. It made They ran over to me and Legolas lifted his arms for me to pick him up. Tarthôn clung to my waist and I felt much better with Legolas in my arms as he hid his face in my hair as I stroked Tarthôn’s hair. Everyone returned to task.
“I apologize for about that, Fëaluin.”
“I did not lose a wife, but I know the pain of loss, Thranduil,” Fëaluin said almost scolding me. “I know it will be hard. I have known you since childhood. You are much stronger than you know.”
“Thank you, but you do not have to flatter me,” I said, realizing Legolas had fallen asleep but seemed to refuse to let me go.
“You have known me since childhood. When have you known me to flatter you?” Fëaluin smiled and took his leave.
I looked around. Everything seemed to look as it did above the mountain to detail. Something my father would have done because I knew my mother would have asked it of him. Holding Tarthôn’s hand, we walked around a little more when Linurial approached me.
“Would you like me to take Legolas to his chambers, Your Majesty,” she asked.
“No, Linurial. It is fine. But tell me, is it as it was when we were there?”
I looked up. I could not yet say the name of my kingdom.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” she said smiling. “Everything is as it was above. Queen Nimeithel was quite specific. As was..” She stopped herself from saying her name.
“Êlúriel. You may say it, Linurial. Do not be afraid of me. It would explain where my mother and wife were when I was in audience while she carried Legolas. I will find it myself.”
She bowed and walked away, waving to her sons to go with her. I walked with my sons to where I knew my wife and mother would have placed their room. The servants opened the doors and stopped in the door in awe.
It looked as though we never went into caverns below the earth. The windows appeared to reach the highest of heights. Sunlight came through as if shone upon grass in spring. Their beds was as mine—built into the roots of the ancient trees. Everything was in its place—from a small library to their bureaus. It was magnificent. I knew love was in every detail.
“I was here last night,” Tarthôn said.
“Why did you not come find me,” I asked.
“Nana told us to stay until you returned but Legolas must have left as I was sleeping. Nana is gone.”
“Yes,” I said as I felt the pain as lump in my throat. “Forever.”
He embraced and I felt his tears soak my shirt. I had to raise them alone and I did not know if I could. It would be some time before either would stay very long in their room; preferring to stay with me at night until they started to grow more and sleep less. But I knew they would grow up knowing they were loved very much.
“Why did you have leave me, Êlúriel,” I whispered to myself. “How can I go on without you?“–Excerpt from TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil by J.M.Miller 6-13-16
Dedication: @justcallmecinammon Hope you like it!! x
“Bring me the female, she was hestitant, perhaps she can be convinced to talk” The King said almost demanding towards his son, tired of the nonsense the Dwarven King had fed him earlier.
Legolas turned on his heal with two guards in his stead, Thranduil barely even turning his head to watch them leave.
~Meanwhile in the dungeons~
“BLASTED KING IS NOTHING MORE THAN A PRIDEFUL LIER!” Thorin roared through his cell. The other Dwarves groaned quietly to themselves, they respected Thorin as their one true king above all others but they knew his hatred towards the elves was somewhat overbearing.
“(Y/N), are you alright?” Balin called from a couple cells over, noticing your worried expression.
You nodded quietly, even though you were human you were quite small and petite, being locked into a cold and dark cell wasn’t really how you pictured meeting the Elves of Murkwood.
The King… was exquisite, in every way of the word, he only had to gaze upon you to make you squirm with nervousness. You were sure this had happened at some point, despite you actively trying to avoid his eyes, he had seemed fixed upon you during the encounter with the Dwarves.
You didn’t express hatred towards Thranduil as Thorin did, you respected both of them as Kings of their own Kin, you didn’t particularly take to the way they fought amongst one another. You stood quietly not saying a word as both kings shared their harsh words, the deal Thranduil had offered Thorin didn’t seem to bad in your opinion, just wanting to have his craftsman ship returned from within Erebor, nothing more.
The sound of armour clunking together made the Dwarves stand in their cells, they watched in defence as the Prince, Legolas passed their cells one by one.
Your eyes widened as the Kings son stopped in front of your cell.
“(Y/N) your presence has been requested by the King” he said calmly, seeing the worried expression on your face. The guards began to unlock the door as Legolas stepped inside, lightly grabbing for your shoulder as you stepped backwards. He pulled you forward with not much effort as the two guards took an arm each, pulling you from your cell.
The Dwarves went mental.
They cursed, spit, threatened and banged loudly on the iron bars in the cells. Thorin looked horrified as he had to stand and watch me by escorted from the dungeons.
“(Y/N)!” He called with angst.
“I’ll be ok, Thorin Oakenshield, do not fret” You said soothingly, meeting his anxious expression. Legolas then turned my body away from the cells as we kept walking down the hallway.
“I’m rather relieved their was not much protest from you” Legolas spoke quietly.
Avoiding his eye contact you spoke “There has already been enough drama this day, Prince Legolas, protesting now would only make a fool of me”
We turned into the throne room and Thranduil still appeared sprawled comfortably on his throne, not moving to acknowledge our entrance.
“Leave us” he demanded, the guard bowed and Legolas gave you a quick apologetic glance before he too departed the room, the huge Throne room doors shut behind them.
The silence was deafening.
You stood still, not daring to look at the King. You felt your heart pace quicken at the sound of his sudden movement from the Throne. You glance up slowly, he is now standing with his eyes fixed upon you, he slowly begins to descend the steps to stand in front of you.
“Thorin Oakenshield, you owe him a dept?” The King questioned, lifting your chin with a single finger to meet his eyes. “It is rude to not look at a King when he is directly speaking with you Lady (Y/N)” he mused.
You gulped, quite obviously, the Kings finger leaving your chin as he placed his hands behind his back looking down at you.
“A dept? No, King Thranduil, a favour… of such” you spoke honestly. “My apologies, you make me uncomfortable”
The Kings lips pursed into a slight smirk at your words, he took a step to the side to ease your comfort. “What is this favour that confides someone so fair to be in the company of several repulsive Dwarves?” He didn’t turn his head but waited patiently for my answer.
“Repulsive to you, Thranduil, not I” You suddenly snapped, unconsciously, instantly regretting it as the King’s glare flew back in your direction.
“Perhaps you suit them” he said simply.
“If being repulsive means being able to stand up for your friends, then so be it, I am repulsive” You retorted, wittily.
Thranduil kept his eyes on me, searching for something, he tilted his head as his eyes widened. “You believe as well as I do, the fate that awaits Oakensheild if he is allowed back into that Mountain, I see it”
You sigh, feeling automatic guilt flood through you, “He is determined, Thorin has nothing to loose…” you say as you look up to the King. “…which will make him dangerous” You finished in almost a whisper.
“You fear for your worth, before the end of this” Thranduil said softly, turning his body towards mine, he stepped forward and took your hand in his. His long fingers interlocking with yours gently as his thumb caressed the soft skin on the top of your hand.
You felt your heart skip a beat as your chest pounded.
“I am loyal, even in my own doubts I never fault from my obligations to a friend”
“Lady (Y/N), you deserve more than the company of dwarves…” He huffed, a small smile appearing on his face as he examined your hand.
“Perhaps… maybe one day” You said giggling slightly, shrugging, unsure of whether to pull my hand back or not.
“What of the halfling?” The king spoke, slowly letting go of my hand and letting it fall to my side.
“Bilbo is one of my longest and closest friends!” You exclaimed suddenly. Thranduil chucked.
“I see, it was not my intention to sound offensive, I hear you are also following the instructions of Mithrandir”
“Gandalf is a wise wizard, I trust his judgement, as also one of my closest friends” you spoke assuringly.
The King stepped away, completely turning from me, as he spoke “(Y/N) I have seen how you look at my halls, my Kingdom, and in turn I have seen your loyalty…” he began. “If you ever wished to seek the company of someone who would not take for granted the gratitude you so willingly give these Dwarves, you are welcome to return in your own time”
“Are you offering me a place in your kingdom?” you spoke a little shocked.
“Yes (Y/N), after your favour is for filled, our kingdom could always use someone like you” he said reassuringly. You went a little quiet, perhaps the king needed another servant, as you were not elf kind you figured that wouldn’t put you in a very high mind set amongst the kingdom of elves. “I would also, like to see you again, under better circumstances” Thranduil turned his head back to mine, his crystal blue eyes poring into my own with a gentle smile.
If you had been made of ice, you would have melted. You couldn’t help my feel slightly flustered at the Kings words as you felt your cheeks heat up, covering them with your hands in embarrassment.
The King chuckled, moving your hands from your face as he smiles down at you.
“My lord! The Dwarves! They are escaping!” A guard rushed through the halls making the announcement to his king. Without another word, Thranduil dropped your hands and stormed out of the Throne room towards the dungeons.
“(Y/N!) This way, let’s go!” I heard a familiar voice call, turning to see Bilbo with a bunch of keys. I couldn’t help but laugh at the site, how cleaver indeed. The other Dwarves behind him, Thorin seemed to half a particular smug grin on his face, walking out to me to take my hand.
“Having fun, are we?” He stated with a smirk. I felt my cheeks go another crimson red, as he pulled me along behind the rest of the company, I looked back towards the throne room as I felt my heart sink.
~After the BOTFA where everyone has survived~
You stood with the Dwarves, celebrating their victory of their home Erebor. Fili and Kili bounded around excitedly as Thorin let out a deep sigh of accomplishment whilst the rest of the company applauded and cheered.
You looked back towards the city, to were the elves had retreated, a huge elk walked along the streets and you wondered where their King had gone.
You jumped out of your skin, turning to see Thorin smile at you, the rest of the company had gathered around to see what was being said. “Yes, King Thorin?” You said bowing in a playful manner.
“Do you fancy the Elf King?” He said suddenly, taking you completely off guard, your face going bright red. “You haven’t been the same since we left the Murkwood forest”
“Well I…um” you found yourself speechless, but also producing this stupidly big grin, as Thorin chuckled.
“Well I don’t know about you, but that smile betrays you Lass” Dwalin spoke confidently. The rest of the company laughed as You giggled and covered your face, the company went silent as you still covered my face, then everything was quiet.
You opened your hands and found Thranduil standing inches from your face, Letting out a short squeal, hearing the Dwarves cackle with laughter behind you. “Hello Thranduil” You said slowly, very embarrassed.
His stern expression turned into one of comfort as he smirked proudly. You raised a brow confused by his sudden look of playfulness. “Hello again, Lady (Y/N), I couldn’t help but observe your smile as Thorin asked if you fancied me”
You turned around to give a dagger like glare to Thorin, who just winked.
“I thought you both didn’t get along!” You exclaimed, unable to help the smile creeping against your lips.
“It’s very rude to not answer a Kings direct question, Lady (Y/N)” Thranduil smirked, stepping so close you could feel his breath against your lips. “Av-‘osto” (Don’t be afraid) he spoke as a whisper.
Your breath quickened, being in such close proximity, you felt his strong arms close around your back holding you to him. He searched your eyes with his own.
“Tye intrigue me, Thranduil” you said back in a whisper.
His eyes glint excitedly, as he laughs softly, tightening his hold on you as one of his hands moves you caress your face.
Feeling his lips brush over yours you take in a sharp breath, feeling flustered as you know the Dwarves are watching. “Thranduil, th~!” You’re cut off as Thranduil chuckling, dips his head and crushed his lips on yours, holding you tightly in a protective embrace. You giggle into the kiss as you throw your hands around his neck as he holds your lower back.
The Dwarves cheered as did the elves now come to be with their King, Gandalf’s laughter could be heard in the crowd as could the sound of the small clapping hands of a hobbit.
(Author’s note: This was such an interesting request! I have never posted anything with Legolas before, so I hope I got his character right. I hope you enjoy the story!
Request: Could you do a Legolas imagine where you are with him, but decide to leave the Halls of Thranduil to help Thorin and end up being in a situation where you don’t know who to pick?
Gifs are not mine! Credit to original owners!)
“Legolas?” your voice was raised ever-so-slightly in concern as you watched the blonde prince leading the warriors back into the gate along with several prisoners. They were short, dirty, and tired-looking. Dwarvish, no doubt. Legolas approached you, putting an arm around your waist gently. His cold expression softened a little.
“Mae govannen. They are trespassers,” he informed you quietly, as if he didn’t want them to hear. “We found them fighting with the spiders.”
“The spiders? I thought we had rid the forests of them.”
“It seems they have returned.” He positioned himself so that he stood directly in front of you, back turned to the group of dwarves as to shield you from their sight protectively. You had not missed the wide-eyed stares you received from them as they walked passed. It was kind of sweet, but made Legolas uneasy.
“They look as if they have come a long way,” you commented sympathetically. They were covered in dirt and spider webs, hair messy and clothes damp.
“They are trespassers, nonetheless,” Legolas pointed out. “And our enemies.”
You knew they would be taken to the dungeon, which made you feel even more compassionate. They didn’t look too angry or vicious. Well, perhaps a little, but that was to be expected since they were being taken prisoner. You followed the group through the vast halls of the palace, stopping when Legolas gave the guards more orders.
“Thranduil will want to talk to the leader. Take the others to the dungeons.”
You watched as two guards moved forward to take one of the prisoners from the group. He was a bit taller than most of the others in his company, and remarkably handsome, for a dwarf. He had long wavy hair, a dark beard, and intense blue eyes. He protested and spat insults at the guards who escorted him towards Thranduil’s throne. However, upon seeing you, he went still. Blue eyes widened, mouth fell open slightly in surprise, and your excellent hearing caught the quiet gasp that escaped his lips as you locked eyes with him. It would seem he fancied you. You gazed back at him, this being the closest you had ever been to an outsider.
“________,” Legolas rested a hand on your shoulder, prompting you to snap out of it and keep moving. “Do not worry. They are no threat to us.”
It seemed as if Legolas mistook your curiosity and fascination for fear. You decided it would be better to let him think that way for now as he led you down another hall. Legolas, like most of the people of Mirkwood, were never really fond of outsiders of any kind. However, you did not share their disdain towards any outside cultures. Thoughts of the trespassing company filled your mind even as you walked away.
“They are the dwarves of Erebor,” Legolas informed. It was no surprise that he managed to sense your curiosity. “It seems they seek to slay the dragon and reclaim their homeland.”
“Then Thranduil will want them to succeed. They must succeed if we are to get our long lost jewels back,” you realized. “Do you think he will be able to make an agreement with them?”
“It is hard to say,” he replied with furrowed eyebrows. “They claim to be royalty, but they are nothing but a band of thieves. The leader, the one called Thorin Oakenshield, was in possession of Orcrist.”
“Oh,” your face fell. “Perhaps there is some misunderstanding?”
“There is nothing to misunderstand. He stole it.”
“But Legolas,” you paused. “They are a big part of the legends and stories in Lake-Town. I think there’s more to them than just a band of thieves.”
You were surprised when his lips turned up in a sweet smile. “That is why I admire you so, ________. You see the good in others, even when they don’t deserve it.”
You smiled back as he kissed your forehead. “While I do enjoy hearing about my admirable qualities, I’m not so easily swayed to change the subject.”
“That was not my intention,” he assured you. “I was simply making an observation.” Footsteps approached from farther down the hall, and the slightly irritated look on Legolas’ face told you he heard it too.
Tauriel appeared, bowing her head slightly in a polite gesture, also a tad apologetic for interrupting the moment. “Legolas, Thranduil wishes to speak with you.”
“I am coming.” He sighed and gave you one last look. “My apologies. I will return as soon as I am permitted.”
“Don’t worry, I understand.”
He and Tauriel disappeared from sight, and you let out a quiet sigh that echoed through the empty hall.
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You descended the staircase just as Tauriel was on her way out of the dungeon. Apparently, she was fascinated with the prisoners just as you were. Well, one in particular. You saw how she and the beardless one exchanged glances when the trespassers were being taken away. Such interest in outsiders was frowned upon.
And here you were going to visit one in the dungeons.
He was at the cell door as soon as your footsteps echoed in the dungeon. The blue-eyed leader was already grumbling insults, expecting it to be one of the other guards. However, upon seeing it was you, his bitter expression was replaced with one of surprise. He still looked just tad suspicious, which was understandable considering the situation.
“I refused Thranduil’s offer for help to Erebor. Now he sends maidens to charm us?” he questioned accusingly. You realized that it must seem a little odd that Tauriel had come to visit a member of his company and now you had come to speak with him as well. “You may go and tell Thranduil that I am not so easily swayed.”
“I have not come to convince you of anything,” you told him. “Thranduil does not know. I shouldn’t be here in the first place.”
His suspicious glare softened as he paced across the cell. “Then why are you here?”
“Curiosity and fascination,” you admitted. “It’s not often that I have a chance to meet outsiders. Especially the Company of Thorin Oakenshield on their way to reclaim Erebor. Residents of Mirkwood usually keep to themselves.”
“I’m well aware. They kept to themselves when my people needed them most,” he grumbled. Then, he eyed you curiously. “But you are different.”
“I was still training to be a warrior during the fall of Erebor. I only heard the stories. There are a few of us that don’t fancy our isolation. I happen to be one of them.” You glanced around the dungeon, nonchalantly checking to make sure the halls were clear so you could continue the conversation. “So you are Thorin Oakenshield, the leader of the Company?”
He gave a small nod. “Indeed. What is your name?”
“I am ________. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
“A question, if I may?”
“I suppose I don’t have a choice,” he said in amusement, raising a brow and nodding towards the cell door that kept him prisoner.
“Why do you travel with so small a company for such a big quest?”
You hadn’t meant it as an insult, but apparently he was offended by your question. His expression turned cold. “ I do not discuss such aspects of this secret mission to outsiders. Our business is our own.”
You let out an inaudible sigh. Apparently, the people of Mirkwood weren’t the only ones who kept to themselves. With this stubbornness on both sides, it’s no wonder that there was such tension.
“I did not mean to offend you. I was just wondering.”
He shook his head. “My apologies. My first instinct is suspect that you are a spy.”
“I suppose you can’t be too careful.” You managed a small smile. “Besides, there is no one who guards the secrets of their culture so much as your people. The stubbornness of dwarves is often mentioned in our stories and tales. I can finally say I have witnessed it in person.”
Thorin gave raised his brows at you. “Oh? And what of the arrogance of your people? Erebor is our homeland. What business do you have to interfere with our quest?”
“We only wish to obtain what is ours, just as you do. What is so arrogant about that? And besides, you are the ones trespassing.” He could not think of a good reply because you certainly had a point. You shook your head. “I am not the one who imprisoned you. It was Thranduil’s decision, not mine.” With that, you turned and headed out of the dungeon. “I bid you good night.”
Even after leaving, you couldn’t get Thorin Oakenshield off your mind. His eyes, his voice… You shook the thoughts away. It was currently Mereth nuin Giliath, a time for feasting and celebrating.
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“The prisoners have escaped!”
“Seal the exits! Search the halls!”
You heard these orders being shouted in the halls outside your room, and you stood to your feet instantly. You hadn’t been sleeping anyways. As a matter of fact, you had been awake thinking about the Company. And now it seems they escaped.
It wasn’t too long afterwards that you found yourself in a riverside battle with orcs while the Company floated down the river in barrels. You caught glimpses of Legolas and Tauriel both fighting alongside you. But now you had been separated. You shot an arrow at an orc that flew at Thorin, sending it into the water instead.
He looked over at you, meeting your gaze. You could stop him if you wanted. Jump at that barrel. Engage him in battle. Drag him to the shore and back to the dungeon. Return to your isolated life.
You shot Thorin a smile as you continued your journey along the shore, firing arrows at the occasional orc that managed to make it that far. Most of them were far behind by the time the current slowed down enough for the Company to climb out of their barrels and onto the shore to meet you.
“What is she doing here?” The gruff, bald one asked suspiciously.
“Well, she’s certainly not here to take us prisoner again.” This one was definitely shorter than the others, with no shoes, and curly hair. He clearly wasn’t a dwarf of Erebor.
The eldest one with the gray beard approached Thorin hurriedly. “A maid of Mirkwood? Joining us? Are you sure about that, Thorin?”
“She could be a spy,” another added.
“We do not have the time to debate this, Gloin,” Thorin said. “She will know the way to Lake-Town. We must get there as soon as we can.”
“She stays,” Thorin said firmly, making you smile. “Now, we can only spare a few minutes to tend to Kili’s wound. Then, we must continue.”
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“Thorin, look out!” you shouted, spinning your blade and burying it in the oncoming orc. You were trained to remain calm and collected on the outside, but inside, you were trying to keep from panicking. Thorin was alright. There was nothing to worry about.
It was the Battle of the Five Armies.
You were pleased to fight alongside your people once more, as well as being with your new friends, the Company. By now, you had become one of them. You had traveled with them through Lake-Town to Erebor, helped them face Smaug, and stayed even when Thorin was affected by dragon sickness. It all came down to this final battle to defend not only Erebor, but also the people of Lake-Town who had nowhere to go but Dale after their home had been destroyed by Smaug.
“________, stay close,” Thorin told you, swinging his swords at an orc that tried to creep up on your from behind.
You exchanged a meaningful look before continuing the battle, fighting back-to-back. Yes, of course you had discovered you had feelings for Thorin even in all this mess. And of course you still had feelings for Legolas. The two of you had made your feelings known to each other back in Mirkwood, but had not officially started courting. You hadn’t even said goodbye to him before leaving. But you missed him, even as you went off on this amazing adventure. You were so torn.
Speaking of Legolas, you spotted him among the chaos of the battle. He fought his way over to you skillfully and gracefully. It seemed like so long since you had last seen him, that it felt a bit like a dream. He was at your side, blue eyes wandering your face to search for signs of injury.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes, I’m fine. I…I’m sorry for leaving,” you said. “I’m so sorry. I just- I had to go.”
“I am not angry with you,” he told you. “Maybe just a little bit,” he chuckled. “But I am more glad that you are safe. Come with me. We need to join the rest of our people in defense of Dale.”
“________,” Thorin stated, eyes flickering from you to Legolas. “Don’t leave. We should stay with the Company.”
Both of Legolas and Thorin glared at each other.
This was a problem.
You had known from the moment that you discovered how you felt about Thorin that you’d have to make a decision. But you were hoping that it wouldn’t come to this; having to decide in the middle of the battle when there were plenty of other things to worry about. You looked at Legolas, a good friend that you had known all your life. And then at Thorin, someone who was so different from you and opened the door to a life of adventure. Both gazed back at you expectantly, waiting for you to go with them.
You took a deep breath, grasped your sword, and opened your eyes again to look at the one who you chose.
The next morning, you
arrived in your new quarters early, setting down the few possessions you had as
a servant. Most of what you owned were uniforms and so the small chest of
drawers beside the single-person bed was only half-filled. You glanced in the
mirror placed in a walnut frame; you had never had one in your chambers before.
The bed itself was nicely decorated; a pillow thicker than any you had used
before and the blankets soft beneath your fingertips.
You took strong and
long strides to King Thranduil’s study/library. When you went to his bed
chambers and didn’t find him, you instantly knew where he was. It happened
often now that it didn’t faze you. But as the King’s personal guard you liked
to know where he was at all times.
You were appointed a
guard for him almost a 1000 years ago. And you’re used to his ways of running
things. At first dared not talk to him, but after the first couple hundred
years, you and your king became used to each other’s company. With spending
that much time together you couldn’t help the growing friendship. The king
started taking your opinions on certain things, after you attended enough
meetings, as you were by his side almost 24/7.
Anyway you reached the
study in no time, and lightly knocked on the door. A calm ‘come in (y/n).’
called for you from inside. You bowed for your king and stood by the closed
door. You still did as all guards do, even after Thranduil told you to treat
him a friend, you just didn’t want to over step your boundaries.
“Sit down (y/n).” Thranduil
said not looking up from the parchment in his hand. You moved to your usual
chair in front of Thranduil’s desk. “I hope you didn’t look for me, for long.”
“No, I have not my
lord, I know where you go when you can’t sleep now.” You told Thranduil, who’s
lips twitched upwards then fell back quickly. “I mean I’ve been you guard for
how long now? 963 years I believe.”
“I’m afraid you’re
mistaken, it’s 965 years.” Thranduil said smirking. You rolled your eyes, and
leaned back in your chair. “I’ll be done in a few minutes then we can go eat
out breakfast.” You nodded.
“Any news from
Legolas?” You asked Thranduil, Legolas and you had become close over the years.
He was with the fellowship of the ring and you know that he was worried for his
“No, nothing yet.”
“He’ll be fine.” You
told your king and friend. “Legolas is and amazing fighter, he’s the best I
saw. He can take care of himself.”
“I know, but I can’t
help but worry.” Thranduil sighs and closed his eyes.
“It’s natural, no matter how old he is, he’s
still your son.” You said softly. It was rare when you showed your soft side,
but to the king your tone of voice was a normal thing for him to hear, as it
was normal for you to hear him speak kindly to you and no one else but Legolas.
“Come, let’s go to the
dining hall.” Thranduil said and stood from his chair, you quickly followed.
You waited for him to walk and walked close behind him. Your hand on your
sword, you knew that it was impossible for any foe to get inside the castle,
but better safe than sorry. Especially in times like now, where wars are going
You reached the dining
hall, and King Thranduil sat in his chair at the head of the table. You waited
until he signed for you to set. You sat on his left, and were served your
The day went on it was
a normal and calm day in the woodland realm. Until after the sun started
sitting, when you heard the bells, you and the King were in the throne room.
You quickly unsheathed your sword. Thranduil was handed his sword and you ran
before him to the gates. Everyone was moved inside the castle. You followed
your king as he walked to the front on his soldiers. You stayed close to the
king as he gave orders. And soon the fighting began, many Orcs fell at your
blade. As you fought you kept a close eye on Thranduil. You didn’t know, how
can many orcs got into the Woodland realm and no one detects them. You saw
Thranduil getting further and further from you. So you made it your mission to
get as close to him as you could. You swung your sword left and right, every
Orc falling as they came in contact with your sword. In no time you were next
to Thranduil once again, and it was a good thing as ten orcs circled. One was
trying to sneak up on him when you struck it down. Thranduil turned and saw
you, he nodded in thanks, when your eyes widened. You quickly pushed your king
and were met with a sword to your side. You let out a scream in paint, and fell
when the vicious Orc removed his sword form your side.
“NO!” You heard
Thranduil roar in anger, he killed the Orc and all Orcs that came in
sight. Seeing their king angered and
killing and you laying in a pool of your blood, gave the rest of the elves a
motive to fight harder. Their once captain of the guard was dying because of
the orcs. Soon after that all orcs were dead.
Thranduil rushed to
your side, as you breathed heavily trying to keep your eyes open.
“y/n stay with me,
don’t close your eyes.” Thranduil instructed.
“But, I’m so tired.”
You said weakly, and it wasn’t for him having elven hearing he wouldn’t have
hear you. Thranduil then moved you to carry you and you let out a pained
“I’m sorry y/n, just
stay strong for a few more moments, I’m taking you to the healer.” Thranduil
told you and he ran with you in his arms to the healers.
whispered his name, it was the first time you call him Thranduil on your own.
He had to always call you Thranduil, and you’ll do as he said for a few hours
and return to calling him my lord or my king or even king Thranduil. “I’m so
tired and I can’t feel my legs.”
“I know, I know just
wait a bit longer.” Thranduil said as he reached the healers room, the door was
open. The healers were waiting for the injured from the battle outside to end
and the injured to come. But they didn’t expect their king to come I carrying one
of their strongest warriors. Thranduil was covered in your blood.
“Here, my lord.” One
of the healer shouted and Thranduil laid you on the bed. The healers then
rushed to your side, they ripped your tonic to see the wound. “It’s poisoned!”
The healer exclaimed and the color left Thranduil’s face. “y/n stay with us,
you have to stay awake.”
You were feeling
dizzy, sleepy and in pain but tried to stay awake as they worked on you.
Thranduil watched helpless. You couldn’t stay wake and fell unconscious from the
pain. Thranduil was so worried for you that after they finished cleaning the
wound and stitching it, he didn’t leave your side. You were unconscious for a
week, one of the healers would chick on you every few hours. And every time she
walked in she found the king in the room, either siting on a chair beside the
bed, or looking out of the window.
On your eighth day,
Thranduil was sitting on your bedside, when your hand twitched. Thranduil sat
straighter and looked at you hopefully. And slowly you opened your e/c eyes.
“Hey.” Thranduil said
gently, as if you’re going to break if he spoke any louder or harsher. “How are
“F-fine.” You said
your voice hoarse from not speaking for the past week and with your throat dry.
Thranduil gets you a glass of water. You move to set up, but wince. Your side
was still raw and tender.
“Here let me help you.”
Thranduil said and slipped a hand under your back and other under your feet and
raised you so you were leaning into the pillows and the headboard. You slowly
drank the water and sighed in relief. You then realized you weren’t in your
“Why am I in your bedchambers,
my lord?” You asked Thranduil and tried to move and get out of your king’s bed,
but Thranduil stopped you by putting a hand on your shoulder and pushing you
lightly back so you were once again leaning into the pillows.
“y/n just relax you
took one hard blow and you’re hurting.” Thranduil said and he looked you in the
eye. They were soft and full of worry. It was strange seeing those eyes looking
at others with cold and hard tint into them but when he looks at you they’re
kind and gentle.
“But my lord…”
“No buts and for the
thousands time call me Thranduil.” You sighed but nodded, you fell into a comfortable
silence for a moment when Thranduil broke it. “Thank you for taking that hit
“I’ll do it again
knowing you’re safe, plus you have a kingdom to run. We can’t lose our king,
now could we?”
Thranduil just smiled
at you and kissed your forehead.
He was heartless, cruel, and cunning. He was the king of Mirkwood, and he made sure everyone knew about it. He was feared by many, for being cold hearted after his wife’s death, but she thought he was just in pain.
She saw the words that spit hate out of those plump pale lips, she saw the fury displayed within his eyes, she doubted the rumors about the heartless king, she paid no mind, and ignored them. She was always one to give others a chance. She paid no mind to those who warned her ,’ do not work in the palace, for the king treats its maids like they are nothing ‘ She did not pay attention and went on to the palace to start her first day of work. She al.ways kept her head down, she was slightly nervous and afraid, yet she tried thinking about happy thoughts, yet they diminished into thin air.
She was to serve the king his meal, she was not ready, after all it was her very first day and she had to serve the king, it was normal for her to be a nervous wreck. She made sure her uniform which consisted of a long light green dress with a white apron and her hair into one braid that fell down to her waist. She rolled her sleeves up and grabbed the tray and walked into the dining room, she kept her head down and placed all the plates on the table.
“You… Bring Prince Legolas his meal as well” She gulped at the sound go his voice, it was cold and piercing like ice. She nodded and bowed, still keeping her face hidden. she walked back into the kitchen and brought out a plate of lembas bread and some berry jam and a tray of salad and another glass. She walked into the dining room and placed all of it in front of legolas in which he politely thanked her, she, being the sweet mannered elf she was smiled and said,” You’re welcome, Prince Legolas”
“You are not to speak to Prince Legolas, you peasant !” Yelled Thranduil. She felt like cowering down at the sound of his powerful voice echoing off the tall ceiling.
“My Lord please-”Legolas tried to speak, but Thranduil held out his hand.
She was in shock and began to doubt her decisions.
“How dare a measly peasant speak to a royal ?” Thranduil sneered
She was growing angrier each time Thranduil insulted her ‘peasant’ ‘nobody’ ‘lowly servant’ ‘waste of space’ ,But one thing made her break
“Your father and mother are a disappointment for raising such an inconsiderate and ill mannered peasant “
That pushed her to her limit, she did not hold her tongue against the king, her mother and father fought for the Kingdom and were slaughtered, she was only a small child at the time, her family slaughtered and she was taken in by one of her family friends, but after the loyal her parents offered to the king to the extent they died and to just be called a ‘disappointment’ pushed her to the edge.
She finally lifted her head, giving the king and Legolas a full view of her beautiful face. She spoke ,” You really are heartless ! To think i decided to give you the benefit of the doubt ! You have no right to speak about my parents, my parents that were slaughtered when i was just a child, all for you and this Stupid Kingdom! You dare yell at me for interacting with the Prince! The only reason why the prince speaks with us, is that his very own father is too busy being cruel and mourning instead of trying to be there for his very own son !” By this time small tears tricked down her pale skin.
Legolas was agape at her beauty and strength and so was King Thranduil. She hurriedly bowed and ran out the door, Thranduil trailing her.
“Wait!” he yelled. She tried picking up her paste but Thranduil’s long legs carried him much quicker. He pushed her onto the wall
“how dare you -”
“Banish me, do whatever you want, i do not care, but know this Thranduil, you are no king, but a coward !”
Then he did something no one expected him to do he slapped her . She fell onto the ground
“You dare speak to your king this way!”
She cried as she held her cheek,” You are not my king, you’re just a stone cold hearted coward, who finds pleasure in tearing others apart for your own pleasure and comfort.”
He stared at her surprisingly, he knew she was right, he felt guilty for hurting her, he just wanted to hold her and kiss her, She got up and ran away. Thranduil without knowing broke down in the hall.
“Hîr Vuin” he whispered as he collapsed to the floor crying.
This is for my own reference more than anything, but I’m trying to see who we’ve all got for minor Elf characters in the Hobbit. Feel free to add more if I’ve missed any or correct names/actors/images! I’m fairly confident on everybody except Elros; I’m sure I have Lethuin’s image right, though it’s a common mistake to label him as Elros.