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The Secret of the Forest - Thranduil x Reader 3
Summary: As you prepare for Thranduil's banquet, you find yourself still struggling for answers, but there is no time to think. Thranduil's orders must be followed as long as you remain in his halls and under his command. But you find unexpected help along the way, and more obstacles still. Nervous and apprehensive you await the evening, delving ever deeper into your adventure in Mirkwood...
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Thranduil (unfortunately), nor any of the other characters from Tolkien’s Middle-earth. I do not make any money with this, this is purely for entertainment.
The original characters (OC) are mine!
The Secret of the Forest
Chapter III - The Banquet
In a matter of minutes Thranduil’s chamber transformed into a bustling beehive, dark-haired elves coming and going, always graceful despite their busy rush. You stayed put on the bench where Thranduil had left you, not really knowing how to fit in and what to do next.
You were spared the ch
The Secret of the Forest - Thranduil x Reader 2
Summary: Thranduil takes you to his palace, but you do not know what fate awaits you in the halls of the king. When he finally comes to face you, things do not go the way you had expected at all...
Disclaimer: I do not own Thranduil (unfortunately), nor any of the other characters from Tolkien’s Middle-earth. I do not make any money with this, this is purely for entertainment.
The original characters (OC) are mine!
The Secret of the Forest
Chapter II - In the Halls of the King
Darkness was all you saw on your way to the Elvenking’s palace. The steady trotting of hooves made you dizzy and if you had not been so preoccupied and anxious about your future you might have even dozed off. Unknown sounds and unfamiliar smells swirled around you, surreal like a dream and still everything awkwardly present, a deviant reality beyond the normality you knew.
Nothing was spoken but much was said as a telling silence lay in between both of you. Thranduil maintained his grip
The Secret of the Forest - Thranduil x Reader 1
This is a Thranduil x Reader fanfic set during the quest of Erebor. A romance, bittersweet and beautiful, awaits you in this tale of love and loss, forgiveness and redemption, set in the magical world of Middle-earth. You open your eyes under a tree in Mirkwood, alone and lost, your memory gone. An enthralling strangers sweeps you off into a most extraordinary adventure. Will you ever regain your former life? Is that even what you want? And will the Elvenking be able to break the chains of guilt and remorse that hold his heart captive? Faced with the decision in between duty and desire, what will both your choices be?
This will be updated on a regular basis, so be sure to come back to Mirkwood, the King is waiting
Chapter X now includes the song "Nameless Lady" which has been composed for this fanfic. Enjoy ^^!
Disclaimer: I do not own Thranduil (unfortunately), nor any of the other characters from Tolkien’s Middle-earth. I do not make any money with this, thi
The Lost Princess - Chapter 7 (ThranduilxReader)
I will never recall the first week of this travel again, ever! You swore to yourself. Calling it a disaster would be simply insufficient. First of all, your non-existing skills with riding turned out to be a bigger problem than what Legolas and Tauriel had thought it to be. Your first almost-a-fall occurred a mere one hundred feet away from the gates of the underground palace. After the first day on the horse, you slumped onto the grass happily, not able to feel the lower part of your body anymore. Yet, before you had the chance to relax a bit, the horse raised its tail and, well… relieved itself right next to your head. The company was laughing for several hours and they gave you a nickname too, calling you ’Lucky pile’. The next day, you were too tired to stay awake and fell asleep, leaning comfortably on a certain prince. Needless to say, you almost fell
He ran, pell-mell through the alleys of New Orleans, the cold autumn rain pelting his flesh wickedly as his thoughts blurred into a single cry of despair. His chest felt heavy, despite the lack of a heartbeat, his lungs aching as he fought to breathe. The very air seemed putrid, as if all the decay of the world had arisen before him. The dark of the night held no comfort for him, nor did the sound of his cries soothe his forlorn state, as he sprinted faster than the human eye could gauge.
He had lost control. After nearly two full years of sustaining himself on mediocre sustenance, he had snapped. His resolve had been waning since the moment he'd first chosen abstinence, but somehow he had thought he could manage. . . Somehow he'd thought he'd be stronger than the blood lust. . . But he had failed. And instead of feeding on a lowlife criminal or the scum of the earth, he had hurt a child. An in
Prisoners of The Void(Chapter One): An Old Enemy
Melkor gasped as his captors shoved him forward into the Void. He felt their hands leave his back as he tumbled into space, just barely managing to unfurl his dark wings and catch himself before he fell into the abyss below. He whipped around, the clinking chains restricting his movement and slowing him down. In the moment before the doors were closed he saw the faces of the other Valar. Namo was watching him coldly, no trace of sympathy in his eyes, while his sister Nienna stood beside him, tears running down her beautiful caramel skin. Varda was looking at Manwe with sympathy in her silver eyes, seeming worried about something. Manwe raised his head, and his sky blue eyes met Melkor’s deep red-brown ones for a heartbeat that seemed to last an eternity.
Then the doors closed, and, with an ominous clank, were locked forever.
At that moment a terrible, soul wrenching pain washed over him. He gasped and doubled over, feeling as though his spirit was being ripped in two. He sh
Prisoners of the Void(Tolkien Fanfic)-Prologue
The Timeless Void
The Void was hard to describe. It was nothing like Middle Earth, or Valinor, or any of the extant realms. It was…...well, a void. There were no sm
Child of Fire
Aule looked up, then quickly lowered his eyes with a small gasp.
“My lord Eru! I-to what do I owe this honor?” he stammered.
Aule wasn’t sure, as his head was still lowered, but he thought his Creator might have smiled. Eru so rarely walked among the Ainur now, that it was a rare honor when he appeared to one of them. Aule couldn’t think of why Eru would visit him tonight, unless he had done something to displease him.
“You have nothing to fear, my child”, Eru said, and Aule looked up to see his Creator smiling gently, "Come, walk with me”.
Aule followed his lord away from his forge and into Yavanna’s gardens. They walked in silence for a while, Aule pretending to admire his wife’s prized creations(which he did admire very much, and was often inspired by in his forging) while wondering what Eru was here for. Was Melkor causing problems again, designing things he had no right to create? Or perh
Middle Earth OC- Tarah
Full name: Tarah (Daughter of Tam) Pronounced Tear-ahh
Nickname: T or Tear
Birthday: April 10th
Nationality: Has never had a nationality, due to traveling and her unusual heritage.
Place of Birth: Born in Rohan just outside of Edoras
Current Residence: None.
Languages: Westron or the common tongue of men. She also understands bits of Sindarin Elvish, though she can’t speak it.
Weight: She is chubby/healthy in size though not noticably so.
Figure/Build: Average height, with a curvy, busty body.
Hair Color: Black. Though in the right light, natural red-sandy highlights can be seen.
Hairstyle: Thick, tight curls that hang to the bottom of her neck. She usually lets it just hang, or pulls it up in the back w
Two sides of a coin (Tolkien fiction)
The story I will tell you is not mine. I heard it many years ago but I shall tell it as if it happened to me because that is the form I heard it originally.
My story begins when I was still a mere child, not older than twenty years. I remember those times better than what have happened yesterday so do not question my memories in this matter. I remember my older brother and my parents. I remember our small village as if I would return there frequently, but I was not there for many decades. Centuries even. It is possible that it does not exist anymore.
Yet what might have been lost in times, it still lives within my mind and minds of those who remember. And I want you to remember.
As I have said, my story begins when I was still a child. Me and my brother, who was thirty years older, we were an inseparable couple. What he did, I did. Where he went, I went. We were like twins and yet different, as if two sides of a coin. I loved him deeply.
Such a short, s
Thranduil x Reader: Warmth
*** Meleth- My love, or Love
Thranduil x Reader: Warmth
(F/n) was cold.
Though it wasn’t the kind of freezing sensation where you shivered and turned blue. But rather, the odd feeling of an internal frost of the soul.
Physically, she was fine. . . But on the inside, the woman was on the brink of breaking down. Her emotions played viciously in her groggy mind, making her begin to shake as her panic attack hit her full force.
It had been a dream, that had caused her to awake in a cold sweat and near panicky state. A simple, and disturbing replay of what her life had been like before she was thrust to Middle Earth.
Before she had traveled between the worlds, through the crack of time and ancient magic, the mortal woman had lived a life of drudgery and stress. And now as she laid in the gloom of her chamber, the past taunted her relentlessly.
It had only been four years since she
~Your Love is My Treasure -- Chapter Three
Your Love is my Treasure
Chapter Three -- Welcome To the Company
Without another word, Gandalf hastened off towards the others with his old wooden staff in the lead. Left answerless, I was forced to follow him and demand to know what was going on. Sighing in desperation, I slid off the fallen log and gingerly stepped back into the cool, waving grass beneath my bare feet. It was soft and springy like it had never been disturbed before I stood upon it. I blinked up at the elongated branches overhead creaking and groaning in the refreshing breeze that carried the heavenly scent of lilac, maple, and dewy foliage. I took a deep breath, and for a blissful moment I stopped and basked in the beauty that was around me. The wilderness was pure and untouched, a small green haven. I had never seen an environment such as this, I knew that for certain. The sound of raised voices eventually snapped me out of my elated stupor.
The wizard was now standing not f
The Lost Princess - Chapter 6 (ThranduilxReader)
After you and Tauriel left the common dining room she took you to the kitchens. From there, you helped her to take two overly full plates and headed back through endless corridors to the sleeping quarters. Tauriel showed you where the royal chambers were so you would not wander there during the night and get yourself into any trouble. When you were passing the prince’s chambers, you unintentionally overheard the conversation from within. It was not that hard after all; Ríë was shouting at Legolas for all to hear.
“I do not care what intentions your father has with me or anyone else! Everyone is going; all of our friends including that old love of yours!”
Tauriel blushed at that note. It was not your business to know, but it seemed that the relationship between her and Legolas must have been more intense then acceptable.
“Tauriel is a friend and nothing more.” Legolas tried to reason her. “She is a goo
An Epic Friendship
An Epic Friendship
It was growing late in the evening though the festivities showed no signs of stopping. The sparkling citadel of Minas Tirith was alight with fires and song, and feasting beyond measure. After so many years of darkness, Middle Earth seemed to explode with the newfound light. The world was engaging in the greatest celebration in more than an age, and in the midst of it all was the original Fellowship that had left from Rivendell so long ago.
They jubilated: the Riders of Rohan, Gondorians, the gentle Hobbits who had borne so much, the White Wizard Gandalf and the gruff dwarf who had put back more ale than was considered safe. . . And then there was the Elven Prince Legolas and Mortal King Aragorn who lingered on the edge of the jovial crowd.
These two, one with hair as fair as gold and the other as dark as the earth, sat at the great table in the center of the White Courtyard. Earlier in the day, they had reveled and laughed with t
He wasn’t quite sure where he was, he had been aiding the Guard in defeating a group of Orcs and then, nothing, now he had woken in a cave of some sort. It was dark, damp and bad smelling, with rough stone tunnels and no sign of which way to go…
Given the absence of natural light and any obvious way out, he must have been deliberately brought here, but by whom and for what purpose he could not discern. If it was to aid him, he would not have been left alone in such uncomfortable or unfavourable circumstances, but neither did one take a captive and not restrain them.
All he knew was that he was utterly lost and without his arms, and of course, that his father would be most displeased that he had managed to get himself into whatever trouble it may turn out to be. He would far rather be scolded by his father than here but unfortunately he would have to escape the latter before he had to face the former. The only choice he had at present was in which dir