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.”


“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-
  • Thranduil: Legolas we talked about this, you-
  • Thranduil: The rules say that-
  • Thranduil: Legolas! I can't just-
  • 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 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:
  • 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-
  • -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.
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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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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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.”





“Leggy, Legolas, LegolAS-”


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.


“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



‘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.

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

Legolas: Dad, that was unnecessary.

Thranduil: What are you talking about?

Legolas: That seductive smile thing you always do.

Thranduil: Yes, son, it was necessary. Everything I do is necessary. There is nothing I’ve ever done in my life that wasn’t necessary.

Legolas: Was it necessary to lock up a company of dwarves over a dinner party?

Thranduil: Not necessarily. I just wanted to. Like when I made love to your mother. I just wanted to but I was not necessarily expecting you to show up nine months later.

Legolas: You are unbelievable.

Thranduil: That’s what your mother 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.


Originally posted by just-lotr


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


“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!”
“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…”
“She- she can stay. For now.”
“Yes!” Legolas bounded down the halls looking for you, leaving his father smiling and shaking his head.

Imagine comforting Thranduil because he is worried about his son

Slowly, you let your nightgown fall to the ground as you were tiptoeing in Thranduil’s direction. The silver-haired Elvenking was standing in the middle of the room, half naked, only wearing a cloth of red silk tied around his waist, his muscles clearly visible under his light, soft skin, they seemed to be moving in the flickering light of the candles he had placed on your bedtable before, but actually he was standing still, as though he was made of stone. You had not gotten undressed for no reason, and his stunning body was getting you weak as always, but something in the way he was standing there staring out of the window made you stop. Slowly, you stepped closer and slightly touched his arm.
“Thranduil? Is something wrong?”
He did not respond at once. You glanced at his perfect face, and there was something in his eyes that made you really sad. “There is nothing wrong”, he said, but you had known him long enough to know he was not quite telling the truth. His voice was not as strong and powerful as usual, but weak and fulfilled with bitter sorrow. Besides, if he was fine, he would have noticed your nakedness before you had even been fully undressed. You wrapped your arms around one of his and placed your head above his elbow where it fitted as though your bodies had been made for one another.
“I can tell there is”, you whispered, softly kissing his arm where your head lay. “You know that I will always listen to you, anor nîn.”
“What a lovely nickname”, he smiled, but that was all he said.
“Thranduil, please. It hurts me to see you looking so troubled, not willing to talk. Can you not trust me?”
“I can”, he assured you quickly, placing his large hand on your hands. He sighed quietly, then started to talk eventually. “Legolas. He is out there in the cold, winter is coming. And compared to the other dangers he might get into, the cold is nothing. I sent him. It would be my fault if he- if something-”
His voice broke. You swallowed, petting his arm to gain yourself one second to think about what to answer.
“What dangers?”, you asked, unable to figure out what else to say.
“I am not really thinking about him being slayed by orcs or anything. He is a great warrior, undoubtedly. But he will forget to eat, to sleep, and he is hardly more than a mere elfling. He will climb mountains recklessly, jump over rocks and gorges without thinking and maybe after having had a little drinking competition with some random dwarf. He is simply too young, to immature, too thoughtless…”
You bit your lip, thinking about how to respond. You knew Legolas, and yes, he might be a bit careless sometimes, but he would never be silly enough to get himself killed by something so dumb.
“Listen, my love, I am sure that he is clever enough to know the difference between determination and thoughtlessness, bravery and danger, ambition and mere stupidity. You raised him to be an independent and yet loyal young Elf, and this is something you can really take pride in, you know, just like it is making me proud to call myself your wife.”
He turned his face to you, and there was a little, tired smile on his lips, barely visible but still fulfilling your heart with joy.
“So the way I raised him is making you think he can take care of himself? Or is it because he is my son? Is that what you are trying to explain?”, he smirked.
You just had to grin.
“Not exactly”, you continued smilingly. “In fact, I am under the impression that Legolas’ personality is extremely similar to yours. He is almost as stubborn as you are, and if you managed to live almost seven millennia, my dear, do you not think your son will be able to survive a few years out there?”
Now he had to chuckle. “Well, meleth nîn, I hope that I will live a bit longer than seven millennia.” He poked your side, making you giggle, kissed you lovingly, then threw you on the bed and knelt over you, his face close enough for his nosetip to touch yours. He was still gently smiling.
“For I am planning to spend eternity with you, you know.”

You are mine, mine to me pt. 2

Here is second part of you are mine, mine to me. Here is where we’re introduced to our LOTR/Hobbit characters and where the crossover truly begins.  Be prepared for angst feelings, minor hints of malnourished but I promise you they end in fluff all things work out in the end :)


When we landed I took notice that we were surrounded by nothing but green landscape and a huge forest was just ahead of us.  Soon I could hear the sound of horses’ whinnying coming close to us, then riding up to us was a male elf with long blonde almost whitish hair, blue eyes and wearing elvish riding clothes.  He had on a quiver full of arrows and a bow strapped to his back, his face stern as he rode up to me and Thor which made me feel even more scared especially since now I didn’t have daddy to comfort me. Along with him were what I assumed to be the guards uncle Thor spoke of back on Asgard.

“Is this the child you spoke of?” The male elf said.

“Yes Legolas Thranduilion, this is her”.  The elf known as Legolas whom grandma claimed to be the name of my big brother skillfully and was grace got off his white horse and came up to me softening his eyes as he began to observe me.

“May I see your right hand young one?” I turned to Uncle Thor for approval and he nodded and said.

“Go on”.  I slowly moved my sleeve up and shyly showed him my right hand.  He took it with the most gentlest of touches and he turned my hand over palm facing up revealing my star birthmark on the underside of my wrist.  Legolas’ eyes seemed to widen then he looked into my eyes and he muttered.

“You have her eyes, and the same mark”. He then revealed that he had the same birthmark I did on the same hand, same place.  He and I locked eyes with each other and I heard one of the guards say as I was taken by my supposed older brother.

“But it can’t be—”

“But it is Feren, this is my sister”. Soon the Elvish guard placed their right hand over their hearts and kneeled before me.  Even though I’ve been raised as a princess in Asgard, seeing these Elves bow before me felt a little weird almost not right because I had been raised in Asgard my whole life, and now I’m suddenly taken from the comforts of my own home and placed into a new place as a true princess from an isolated realm.  “Thank you Thor Odinson, we’ll take her home now”.  Thor nodded his head then he turned to me.

“It’ll be alright (y/n), never forget that I’ll always still see you as my little niece, whenever I can I’ll come to visit you soon”.  He gently rubbed my head and kissed the top of my head and soon he called Heimdell to open the Bifrost and soon the only family of Asgard I had left was gone.

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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.

Thranduil’s Guard 2

Words count: 1443

Warning: none

Part 2 of this PART 1

As your healing process went on, Thranduil didn’t leave your side. For some reason your healing took longer than expected, thus making Thranduil even more worried than before. You began to notice how Thranduil held you closer than needed when he helped you walk, or how he stared at you when he thought no one was looking. But you just shrugged it off as him being worried, it wasn’t until…

“I’m fine my lord honestly.” Thranduil said as he helped you walk to your room, he had his hand on your back. “I can walk on my own, just fine.”

“I think you still need help, you still haven’t recovered fully.” Thranduil insisted, before he opened the door to your room, you turned to look at your king. Thranduil’s arms moved swiftly so they were on either side of your torso.

Thranduil looked you in the eye, and just stared at you.

“W-what’s wrong my lord?” You stuttered, before regaining your composure quickly.

“I always believed that I had everything I ever needed, but it’s true what they say ‘you only know what you had when you lose it’.”

“What are you getting to my lord?”

I almost lost you y/n and I only just realized what you mean to me.”

“My lord?” You asked quite confused.

Thranduil’s hands cupped your face, your breathing increased, and you looked at your king your eyes looking at every inch of his face.

Thranduil leaned in and lightly placed his lips on yours, you just stood shocked before you pushed Thranduil away.

“MY LORD!” You exclaimed in horror.

“y/n I’m sorry if it came out of nowhere, but-”

“My lord I’m sorry this can’t happen, this is wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong, I am the king.” Thranduil said taking a step towards you and you took one back.

“And I’m just a guard.”

“I don’t care.” Thranduil said desperately.

“Well, I do care!” You expressed strongly. “I’m sorry, but I can’t have anything to do with you in a romantic way.”

“I understand.” Thranduil said stiffly and left you. You closed your eyes and sighed, tears slipped from your eyes and sobs soon followed. You fell asleep crying that night, unknown to you that Thranduil heard you crying when he went to your room to apologize. He felt guilty being the reason of your crying and sadness.

Thranduil was determent to make everything go back the way it was before. So the next day you were back at your work. But you both couldn’t shake the awkward silence, and the tension that filled the room whenever you were alone.

When Thranduil got a litter saying that the war over, and the ring was destroyed. You were sent to the white city to attend the coronation of king Elessar, and bring Legolas home.

You didn’t object and left at once, with a few companions. You all carried gifts from your king to the king of me. You reached the city the day before the coronation. Legolas was waiting for you when you arrived. You smiled and slipped off of your horse and right into Legolas’ waiting arms, you laughed happily.

“Oh I missed you mellon nin(my friend).” You told Legolas as you leaned back, his arms still around you. Your palms cupped his face and you kissed his forehead. You and Legolas had a close relationship. You were almost 2000 years older than Legolas. You helped train him when you were still a part of the guard, and when you became his father’s guard you became even closer.

“I’ve missed you too, mellon nin.” Legolas said feeling at home with you by his side. “Come, Aragorn is waiting for us, he wants to meet you.”

You followed Legolas and your companions following after you carrying the gifts. You were led to a big hall where sat the soon to be king with four hobbits, a dwarf, Gandalf and a few other people.

“Aragorn meet y/n, woodland’s best warrior.” You rolled your eyes at the complement and bowed your head to the king.

“It’s a pleasure to be in your presence, my lord.” You stated.

“’Pleasure is all mine, lady y/n.” Aragorn said and you smiled. “Legolas has told us a lot about you.” You blushed a little and looked at Legolas.

“All good I hope.”

“Nothing, but good things dear y/n.” Gandalf was the one who answered you. You gave the old wizard a smile and nodded before you turned to King Elessar.

“My king sends his regards and wish of good fortune as well as his thanks for you and all who helped end this war and destroy the ring, and he has sent a few humble gifts to show his gratitude.”You said, turning into work mode.

“Tell your king I accept his gifts and hope that the Woodland realm and the kingdom of men will work together in peace now.” You nodded again. “Now I think it’s time for you and Legolas to catch up.”

“Thank you my lord.”

You and Legolas left the hall to his room, where you sat in the balcony that looked at the city under it. You talked for so long, Legolas knew that there was something going on between you and his father, but not in a good way as he had hopped.

“y/n be honest with me, what had happened between you and father?” You sighed and closed your eyes.

“We were attacked a while ago and I got hit with a poisoned sword, trying to save your father. I’m fine now.” You said when you saw the concerned look he was giving you. “For some reason it took long to heal and your father had become worried about me all the time, and one day when he was helping me to my chambers he kissed me, I pushed him away. A few words were exchanged and I rejected him.” It pained you to say those words.

“Why? I know you have feelings for my father, and you can’t deny it.” Legolas was confused.

“I know, but as I told him, he’s a king and Elven king, King of the Woodland realm. I’m just his personal guard.”

“y/n you know he cares for you as do I and as does all of elves in our kingdom.” Legolas assured you. “And you would make a wonderful queen, because someone as you deserves all the best things in this world, and you have been like a mother to me for as long as I can remember.”


“Just do as your heart says, and forget about all the other people, you and father deserve to be happy.”

You nodded and looked at Legolas before you stood up and pulled him to a hug.

“Ni meleth le Legolas.” I love you Legolas.

“Ni meleth le y/n.” I love you y/n.


A week after the coronation, you Legolas and your companions made your way back home, it didn’t take you long to each your kingdom. When you reached the gates of the castle you all dismounted your horses. Thranduil was waiting for your return. He embraced Legolas, showing a rare emotion to the elves around you, but to you that used to be a normal thing. Your conversation with Legolas kept playing in your head. You shook your head and walked to the garden, and you slipped from the scene, your eyes met your king.

You sat on the wooden bench for a while. Your sensitive ears head the light footsteps coming your way.

“Legolas tells me that you wanted to talk with me.” Thranduil said his voice sending chills all over your body. You stood and turned to look at him, you were nervous and you can tell that Thranduil knew you were.

“Yes, Legolas and I had a talk in the white city and…” You didn’t know what to say, you were looking everywhere but him. Thranduil watched you for a moment as walked up to you and raised your chin.

“Tell me what you wanted to say.” Thranduil said softly.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I ignored you and my heart and my feeling. And I’m so sorry. But I go care for you Thranduil I care for you deeply.” You stated and a tear left your eyes. Thranduil leaned down and kissed it away, before slowly turning so his lips were hovering over yours. You leaned up and closed the distance between you two. You kissed him deeply, Thranduil wrapped his arms around you and held you close, you smiled in the kiss, before pulling away. You rested your forehead on Thranduil’s.

“My future queen.”

Drunken Stars

Drunken Stars
Fandom: Tolkien
Imagine From: Imagine Legolas
Pairing: Legolas x Reader
Words: 1115.

“Imagine falling into Legolas’ lap at the feast of starlight after having a little too much to drink… As you get up to leave - whispering apologies- he presses his hand to your side and tells you not to go anywhere too soon…”

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