yes-legolas

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Okay, so I had this dream a couple of nights ago that was basically Lord of the Rings, but all of the horses were replaced with motorcycles.  It was pretty great because it was just pretty much exactly like the films, but with everyone riding around like crazy bike gangs. And everyone had bikes that were unique to their characters. 

Well, like it says on the ring,  “One hog to rule the roads.”

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“About time.”

You look up from at Aragorn, pausing in raising your drink to your mouth. “What?”

He gestures loosely to your left hand, wrapped around your cup of who knows what. The small yet beautiful ring is covered with dirt by now, but still obvious that it’s an engagement ring. “About time,” he repeats.

“Oh.” You blush. “Yes, Legolas proposed a week ago.”

Aragorn smiles and nods. He takes a sip from his cup before standing up from the table.

You frown at him. “Where are you going?”

As he walks around the table, he leans down and kisses your cheek affectionately. “To say congratulations to your fiancé.”

How Gimli really got to go the Undying Lands
  • Thranduil: ok Legolas everything is set are you ready to go?
  • Legolas: Yes. Are you ready Gimli?
  • Gimli: -nods-
  • -He and Legolas join hands-
  • Thranduil: um. Legolas. This is awkward as fuck but you know Gimli can't come, right?
  • Legolas: -stone cold glare- I'm sorry what.
  • Thranduil: Here we fucking go...You know the rules son, he-
  • Legolas: -throws bag to ground- MY PLACE IS WITH GIMLI. IF THERE IS NO PLACE FOR GIMLI THERE IS NO PLACE FOR LEGOLAS.
  • Thranduil: Legolas we talked about this, you-
  • Legolas: GIMLI IS GOING TOO
  • Thranduil: The rules say that-
  • Legolas: THE RULES ARE STUPID. CHANGE THEM ADA
  • Thranduil: Legolas! I can't just-
  • Legolas: CHANGE THE RULES OR IM STAYING HERE
  • Thranduil: oh for fucks sake...
  • -Thranduil goes on a long perilous journey across the sea and appeals to Manwë and the other Valar-
  • Thranduil: Yeah hi there, I'm King Thranduil, you might remember me from the shit life you have dealt me...um anyway, so I'm here to ask that Gimli the Dwarf be allowed to come to Valinor.
  • Manwë: but why would you, Thranduil Oropherion speak of such for one of the Naugrim. You have no great love for their kind.
  • Thranduil: Tell me about it I...ah, it's not me. It's my son, Legolas. He...he...Damn, I'm not drunk enough for this...HE FELL IN LOVE WITH GIMLI OK. And now the only way he will agree to sail is if freakin Gimli can come with him. He's so damn stubborn, I don't know WHERE he gets that from GOSH.
  • Manwë: um
  • Thranduil:
  • Manwë: you mean 'in love' like Beren and Luthien 'in love'
  • Thranduil: fucking yes.
  • Manwë: woo. Oh boy. Ah. I'm sorry. I see your concern but never before has one of dwarvish kind set foot upon these shores
  • Thranduil: yeah and trust me I wouldn't want them here either but...Legolas. As much of a pain in the ass that little shit can be, I do love him. And like, it would only be ONE dwarf.
  • Manwë: hm, this COULD eternally amend the blood feud between the two races and pass into legend as a shining example of love and my kindness that I could bestow upon them. Give them my blessing, have a few or 15,000 ballads written about it. Good for PR you know.
  • Thranduil: yeah...so?
  • Manwë: it is decided. Your son may bring the dwarf.
  • -Thranduil returns to Middle Earth after a terrible journey back across the sea-
  • Legolas: So can he come? Did you get permission for Gimli to sail?
  • Thranduil: oh hello son, nice to see you again too. Yes the journey was terrible thank you for asking. That stupid steward of mine was sea sick all over my favorite robe, there were orcs on the way back through the forest, and I ran out of Lembas and-
  • Legolas: can Gimli come?
  • Thranduil:
  • Legolas:
  • Thranduil:
  • Legolas: can Gimli-
  • Thranduil: FUCKING HELL YES. IT CAN COME WITH US.
  • Legolas: GIMLI DID YOU HEAR THAT MY LOVE
  • -Gimli and Legolas passionately kiss-
  • Thranduil:
  • -still kissing-
  • Thranduil: -reaches for glass of wine-
  • Thranduil:
  • Thranduil: -throws glass to floor and grabs the bottle-
  • Thranduil: -chugs wine-
  • Thranduil: an eternity of this...fuck my actual life.
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Yet another screencap redraw. This time it’s of Gimli and Legolas, yes my colouring style had shifted yet again. Though this really is just me trying to find a good colouring style.

Pay no heed to Gimli’s hair, it will just keep on becoming more…lively as I continue to draw.

I love the eyes a lot and I love how Legolas turned out.

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“Aye, Y/N, did ya know, Legolas ‘ere fancies you?”

“He what?”

“It’s true, he likes you, a lot. He talks about how beautiful you are whenever you’re not around!”

“Oh don’t be absurd Merry!”

“It’s true though!”

“Is it?”

“Yes, it is.”

100 | Requested Drabble Challenge | Legolas Greenleaf

[permanent + legolas tag]: @avistella @laisidhixl

[permanent + fluff tag]: @mrs-myself

100. “You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.”

“Legolas.”

“…”

“Legolassss”

“…”

“Leggy, Legolas, LegolAS-”

“Yes?”

You grinned at his defeat as he paused, shifting his head slightly to the side. 

“Can you-”

“No,” Legolas said, returning to carving a symbol into his bow, cross legged on the floor. 

“But I didn’t even-”

“You’ve asked me the same question ten times now in a row, Y/N,” he replied calmly. “I think I can guess what you planned to say.”

“You don’t know that,” You hummed mischievously, rolling till you were splayed out on the ground. Bored and hungry made a bad combination for you to be stuck in.

“Y/N,” He said, and his tone was exasperated. You inwardly gave yourself a pat on the back for making the prince lose his temper.

You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.

“I have faced far worst opponents that you,” Legolas bantered.

“Pleaseeeeeeeee-”

“Alright!” He conceded, throwing his hands up in the air in an action that was rare for one who held himself like Legolas did. You prided yourself in making him lose all his inhibitions before you.

“Told you,” You said smugly.

Legolas began to rise, mumbling, “Elves do not make men sandwiches.”

“Well you’re about to make this human one,” You laughed, rolling over once more to plant a kiss on his cheek before he fully stood. “Thank you.”

His face grew warm under your lips and he cleared his throat, lifting gracefully to his feet while shaking you off in the process.

“You’re welcome.”

Originally posted by injureddreams

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Bofur x Reader

Summary: Thranduil decides to have a ‘talk’ with you after Thorin declines his deal and insults him. He uses you to send a message at your and Bofur’s expense.

Characters: Bofur, The company, Thranduil, Legolas

Warnings: Strong language used though very little

Word Count: 2,541

“I told him he could go Ishkh khakfe andu null him and all his kin!” You heard Thorin snarl angrily from your shared cell with Bofur, you turned to him alarm on your face.

“Bofur what does that mean?” You asked him frightfully, you were only half dwarf the other half of you human and had been living on the streets of Bree scavenging and stealing to survive until Gandalf found you and asked you to assist a friend of his on a quest. You of course had said yes eager to leave your miserable life of the streets behind you. This of course led you to meeting Bofur and the two of you falling in love.

“It means may you die in dragon fire.” He replied voice quiet. You visibly paled at his words if Thorin had insulted the King whatever slim chance you had at getting out of here was now gone.

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@weird-before-you sorry for the delay! Enjoy the headcanon!

When Legolas first sees the scar on Thranduil’s face, he wonders if an orc has impersonated his father. After all, not all orcs began ugly, and their origins are that of elven blood.

Next he wonders if an evil spirit has possessed his father. For the stench of darkness that reeks from the wound is enough to convince Legolas that one has.

That would explain a lot. it would explain the way the spiders use  the woods as their breeding ground, it would explain the sickness of the forest, and the agents of Sauron invading their home.

It would explain his distance.

Legolas’s bow is drawn at Thranduil before the king can register what is happening, an arrow shooting straight through the air and right between his eyes.

Had it not been for his skill with his sword, Thranduil would have died that day, his own son his murderer.

There is silence between them, settling as the splinters of Legolas’ arrows fall to the ground.

“Who are you? What have you done with my father?” Demands Legolas, never once lowering his bow, blue eyes trained on the beast that stands in the Throne room.

The elf sighs in understanding, blistered and pealed skin glistening in the light as he does so.

“Legolas, I am your father.”

“Those scars…they are scars of corruption! Scars that no elf bares. I can sense the darkness from here.”

“An old injury, burned into my body by dragon fire. “ Explains Thranduil, motioning to the wound, “It’s darkness a vice that not even I can overcome.”


Legolas’s bow falters, and his arm lowers just slightly. And though he is not altogether convinced, he continues his inquiry nonetheless.

“Why haven’t you told me?”

“Because you were a child then, and I never saw a reason to tell you now.”

“If those really are scars, then why have I seen them only now?”

“Because the woods are dying, Legolas. And because I must give myself to them, my life, my being,” explains the king, “at the cost of my own wellbeing. These scars, I cover with my magick, but I am running out of magick all together.”

Legolas understands then. Bow falling to his side, and brows furrowing, he speaks.

“But nothing is working.” Legolas begins in realization. “You are too weak and the woods are still dying.”

Thranduil is hesitant almost, slow as he responds. “Yes.”

Legolas  crosses the distance between he and his father, placing himself in front of his King with his bright eyes full of determination.

“What must I do to help, father.”

“Certainly not shoot at me.” The attempt at humor does not go unnoticed by Legolas, though he seeks more serious solutions as he speaks next.

“Then I will do what I must to help you, even if that means destroying Sauron myself,” he speaks, without skipping a beat, “Tomorrow I will go to Lord Elrond’s house, in pursuit  of that poor creature who has escaped our woods. Perhaps I can seek his council in these matters—“

“It is not your job to help me, Legolas,” Now it is Thranduil’s turn to be stern, “Do what I have sent you to do, and no more. Those are my orders.”

His icy eyes bare down on Legolas, yet no malice does he hold within his gaze. Only concern, only fear that his son will take the situation into his own hands.  

Even his, “Yes, my Lord,” Does not put Thranduil at east.

For a month later, Legolas joins the Fellowship.


Legolas just wants to  help, as Thranduil’s scar showing is a testament to his failing strength. Hope you enjoyed my headcanon.

She’s Not Normal

Anonymous asked: Hey Meg! Can I request a Legolas x Fem!Reader who’s an elf? Like, she has very un-elf like characteristics and she’s been with Legolas for a long time (in secret) but she’s afraid that no one would really accept them together. Since, he’s like… The epitome of elf perfection. Thanks!!

Here you go!!! I do not own Legolas or Thranduil. They belong to J.R.R.Tolkien

Warnings: slight angst and fluff. Thranduil is a douche. 

Pairings: Legolas x fem!elf reader

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

You groaned to yourself as you tripped over another tree root in the forest. If not for the fact that you had pointed ears, no one would even know you were an elf. You were not like other elves. You were clumsy and you gave into your emotions easily. You had the beauty of an elf and the fighting skills, but that’s where the similarities ended. The whispers of the others never failed to reach your ears. “She’s not normal.” That’s what they always said. They really didn’t like you and, if they knew your secret, they’d probably hate you.

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Thranduil and bby Legolas because yes <3

Heh, I felt like drawing some actual lotr based stuff and who are the best characters to start with? Two of my favorite characters, Legolas and Thranduil of course!

Hehe, hope you guys enjoy~!

PS: pls ignore the patterns on the clothes, I suck at patterns lool

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‘Riders!’ cried Aragorn, springing to his feet. 'Many riders on swift steeds are coming towards us!’
'Yes,’ said Legolas, 'there are one hundred and five. Yellow is their hair, and bright are their spears. Their leader is very tall.’
Aragorn smiled. 'Keen are the eyes of the Elves,’ he said.

Aur Uin Mil - Legolas

Request: Valentines request! ❤😘 Can I request a Haldir one please? And maybe a Legolas or Lindir?? ((Anon))

Pairing: Legolas x human (I am the queen of elf x human)

Warnings: None? Fluff? Thranduil’s a bit of a dick, but he tries, god does he try.

A/n: FINALLY SOME REQUESTED LOTR RELATED STUFF

Originally posted by just-lotr

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You stood awkwardly beside Thranduil, trying desperately to not look uncomfortable or intimidated by him. You are a princess, damnit, you wear a tiara, you’re royalty, act like it. Or at least that’s what your mother always said. You were nervously waiting for Legolas to come back, the One Ring had been destroyed, he had said in a letter, he was coming back to you, he’d be there in a week.

“I know you don’t like me.” You decided that it was finally time to break the unbearable silence between you and Thranduil. He looks down at you but doesn’t turn his head. “But for Legolas’s sake could you at least pretend?”

The doors open and Legolas walks through them, a little dirty from his journey, eyes finding yours in a second.

“Whoever said I wasn’t fond of you?” Thranduil said lowly as Legolas finally got to you. You pull him into a tight hug, smiling as you finally get to hold him again.

“Why are you dirty?” Thranduil asks, his voice as stern as ever.

“A fight, a small pack of Orcs, only fifteen. I’ve brought my friend, come, Gimli.” A dwarf, with an axe at his hip and fiery red hair and beard walks briskly towards you, Legolas, and Thranduil.

“My lady.” Gimli bows as he reaches you and you smile at him kindly.

“King Thranduil.” Gimli bows to Thranduil and receives a curt nod in return.

“You’ve made friends, with a dwarf?” Thranduil asks his son. You looks between Gimli and Thranduil.

“I have.” Legolas stands tall beside you, his shoulders squared, standing up to his father.

“Alright, I have no issue with dwarves. But a strange friendship this is, indeed.” Thranduil looks from Gimli to Legolas.

“As strange as it may be, it is a wholesome friendship all the same.” Thranduil gives a nod to Legolas’s words.

“I take my leave, you must rest, both of you.” Thranduil turns and walks down the stairs, elegant in everything, even walking.

“I will show you to a room, Gimli.” Legolas says, but Gimli is having none of it and he walks off before Legolas can try to guide him.

“That is quite alright, princeling, I can manage on my own. Catch up with your beloved.” Legolas let’s out a small sigh, eyes turning to yours.

“Quite a grumpy dwarf isn’t he?” Legolas smiles.

“Yes, but I believe he’s always been that way.” You giggle and pull him down to kiss you, you had missed him so much.

“I missed you.” He presses his forehead to yours as he talks, his voice a low whisper.

Before you can reply that you missed him too he’s backed away from you and is searching in a pocket of his cloak.

“I have a gift for you, for Aur Uin Mîl (Day of Love).” You smile and watch as he pulls a small chain of diamonds from his pocket. In the middle are two gems, one emerald and the other and amethyst.

“You didn’t have to, I- I didn’t get you anything.” He shakes his head.

“Your presence in my life is more than a gift.” You blush and turn around, letting him put the necklace on you.

“They’re really beautiful.” You look down at the two gems in the middle. Legolas smiles.

“You deserve only the most beautiful of gems, I would bring down stars for you if I could.”

Legolas x Reader One-Shot: Don't Run Away

Legolas x Reader One-Shot Request: Don’t Run Away
Word count: 586
Warnings: None
Requested by: @fandom-hoe101

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“I need to speak to you,” said Thranduil to his son on that fateful morning.
“What is it, father?” Asked Legolas, trying not to be all too worried.
“It’s that girl. She can’t stay here.”
“Why ever not? She doesn’t exactly have a home to go to.”
“I understand that, but she,” Thranduil hesitated. He didn’t want to say that he didn’t approve of you, but before he can form words somewhat more logical, Legolas interrupted.
“You don’t approve of her. You think I’m too young. Well, even if I am, I can’t help how I feel! She won’t live forever the way we will. She’s human, but she doesn’t belong with the humans you know and understand. She’s different. I know you don’t trust her, but please give her a chance!” Legolas’ eyes glistened with his words, and his father’s face softening.
“She can stay for a while, but she must endeavor to find herself a home. I will have to pay, because she herself cannot, but she can’t keep the guestrooms forever.”
“Thank you!”
“I wasn’t finished,” Thranduil continued, which worried the other elf, “she mustn’t ever speak to you again, unless on formal occasion.”
“No!” There were tears falling from Legolas’ eyes.
“Yes. You are too young to understand what you are doing.”
“I know perfectly well what I am doing, father! I am falling in love with a girl from another world. How bad could that be!”
“Her culture is too different from our own. She thinks of many things in this world differently and she does not understand the way we live.”
“Then let me teach her!”
“No.”
“Please!”
“My word is final. I shall allow you one last day together after which you may never speak again.”
Legolas sobbed quietly as he ran swiftly from the room to find you.

Legolas stood and watched as you began to pack your bags. “I just can’t believe,” you started, but you could not finish your statement as a sob takes your words away.
“I know.” He says, kneeling down next to you, tears in his own eyes.
“What if I never see you again?”
“That won’t happen.”
“How can you be so sure? Does your father’s will mean nothing to you?”
“It means nothing,” he agreed, standing, “ I’m going to run away with you”
“No. Legolas, you can’t do that! You’re the crown prince. You can’t just give that up!”
“But I want to.”
“No. No, you can’t!”
“I love you.”
The confession stole your breath for a moment, but soon you come back to yourself. “Legolas,” you said, standing. You can’t speak for a moment and simply say, “I love you, too.”
He kissed you. “I have to run away with you. It’s the only way.”
“Please don’t, for your people.”
“I have to.” He turned and walked away.

He never got very far.
His father stood at the door to his rooms, stony faced and menacing.
“Father,” Legolas said nervously.
“I know what you’re doing.”
“It’s not-”
“It is. You’re running away.”
“I’m not!”
“You are. I know you think you love her.”
“I do love her.”
“I’m glad that you have a female figure in your life, but you can’t go falling in love with a human!”
“Too late.”
“You can’t just run away.”
“Watch me.”
Thranduil sighed. “If you really feel that way…”
“Yes?”
“She- she can stay. For now.”
“Yes!” Legolas bounded down the halls looking for you, leaving his father smiling and shaking his head.

Legolas: Dad?

Thranduil: Yes, son? 

Legolas: Are you feeling okay?

Thranduil: How do you mean?

Legolas: You’re being nice.

Thranduil: I’m always nice.

Legolas: Since when?

Thranduil: Legolas, I am the King of Mirkwood. I am always nice. I dress nice. I look nice. My hair is nice. I have a nice throne. I have nice servants. This is a nice cave. It has nice lighting. I have a nice son–when he’s not annoying me. How more nice can I be?

Legolas: You threw a company of dwarves in a dungeon over a dinner party.

Thranduil: I did it nicely.