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indie selective Legolas Thranduilion of the lord of the rings multiship and multiverse nsfw and triggering.

[antoniosbanderas]

My dear Frodo. Hobbits really are amazing creatures. You can learn all there is to know about their ways in a month, and yet after a hundred years they can still surprise you. The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001)

[makebeliever]

Elf Week: Rivendell, or Imladris, was a haven of Elven bliss in the Misty Mountains on the eastern edge of Eriador.

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[sansarya]

elves + hair

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Now that I have found some Tolkien and historical blogs and that I have some following me, like this for me to jump in your im/inbox and get us a starter going!

[phantomemes]

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‘ something’s terribly sick in my head ’ ‘ these are my darkest thoughts , the bad things lurking in the closet ’ ‘ is this how i tear the monsters from my body ? ’ ‘ i want everything to stop ’ ‘ fuck your immaculate existence ’ ‘ today i want my heart to tremble ’ ‘ i want my teeth to shatter bone ’ ‘ today i want killing to mean living ’ ‘ nothing you do can hurt me but you better try ’ ‘ you can’t live without burning your comfort and safety as firewood ’ ‘ maybe the ghosts learned how to build stairs into the mountainside ’ ‘ believe me when i say there is no pride in this ’ ‘ i want to be one of those city sprites among termites ’ ‘ cleanse this body through tears and emesis ’ ‘ circumvention was futile , damnable ’ ‘ we’re all burning ’ ‘ we learn to laugh in the midst of the inferno ’ ‘ i realize now that i am the one out of place ’ ‘ i want to destroy all the parts that aren’t working ’ ‘ i never knew i had the capacity for cruelty ’ ‘ i condemn myself to failure without batting an eyelash ’ ‘ choosing to protect ourselves is not failure ’ ‘ nothing is working ’ ‘ at some point i stopped , i sank ’ ‘ breathing seems so difficult now ’ ‘ living was easy as breathing once upon a time ’ ‘ i don’t think it’s living , but it’s not hurting either ’  ‘ my body is a room made of glass walls and wooden floors ’ ‘ today , i ache for somewhere to hide ’ ‘ how do i turn the light on in my eyes ? ’ ‘ please , no one look at me today ’ ‘ i mused over all the times i had prayed to a god i do not believe in ’ ‘ the gods died laughing ’ ‘ you must learn fear ’ ‘ let’s not be enemies tonight ’ ‘ hold my hand while our greatest tragedies are lost and forgotten ’ ‘ you are only a murderer if someone cares ’ ‘ dreaming is so painful and i wish i would stop ’ ‘ i can still love you with my eyes closed ’ ‘ i’m not sure why you’re acting surprised ’ ‘ let me pretend that i’m made of magic ’ ‘ i am a creature of contradictions ’ ‘ remember your strength , unchanging and eternal ’ 

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“I’m sorry,” Goldina said honestly. “But when I try to announce myself, people run away. I wonder if it’s my wings and my eyes. Are black wings and red eyes bad?” She blinked curiously. “I don’t want to be bad though; I just want to be Goldina, even though I don’t really like that name. My parents gave it to me, and they’re mean.” She paused and leaned over the stream before pausing to get a drink of water. “I’m sorry if I surprised you or anything. I don’t know where I am.”

“It depends seldom on those carrying them.” the elf spoke calmly as he straightened his torso, gaze turning towards the strangers. He felt no malice from the creature. There was immense innocence emanating from it instead, as if it wasn’t entirely a rational being. Not in the way Eru Illuvatar’s children were created and yet she seemed not corrupted to be a child of Morgoth, otherwise Legolas would have sensed the darkness. The Silvan’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at the creature. “You are at Lothorien’s deep forest. Elven territory. How have you managed yourself lost?”

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fonamh.

      ahh… to no surprise he had been sensed. it wasn’t like he had been following this fellow elf in particular. they just happened to be going in the same direction. though considering they’d been only some distance apart for quite some time, that little tidbit wouldn’t have been believed anyway. besides, it wasn’t like he meant any true harm or danger to the long-haired elf. not that he’d be able to really hold his own in a fight anyway ( a true shame to the elf blood in his veins ).         in truth, he had simply wanted to wait it out before he took from the stream himself, hoping the other would keep going. unfortunately, it appeared he had come too close for the other’s comfort, and now he was being called out. just peachy.          “indeed it is not.” with raised hands to show there were no intentions of initiating a fight, cathal stepped away from the massive tree which hid him until now. “i was never afforded the l-liberty to learn many skills that only full-blooded elves c-carry.”

The silvan’s gaze turned upon the stranger; nothing of his face calling a single glimpse of the elf’s long years of memories. Legolas did not know this man, he did not know of his intents and if he spoke the truth but he could sense no animosity or real threat. In reality the being seemed frail at most, scared of him. And so he should be for the prince was far from the fair delicacy his exterior exuded. He was a warrior with little regard for the lives of those he was not close towards, being specially unfamiliar with the notion of loss. If this man were a threat to his life he would meet his fate. 

And yet, curiosity took upon the silvan as his keen eye could tell that this was not an elf, not entirely, and yet his words corrupted his eyes but cleared the strange feeling. A peredhel. A rare sight, specially for a young elf as Legolas for the reunion between Eldar and Edain was incredibly uncommon.

“To hide is not a mere elvish talent, and to fool another elf would be always a troubled task. You speak as if you have grown with the race regardless. What lands do you belong to, stranger?” he was not an elf from Woodland otherwise Legolas would have been aware.

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The wood-elf’s lithe form approached the river’s stream with silent, swift steps. His mind was at peace, lost in elven dreams as he breathed the fresh elements, the scent of pine in the air and the warm sun enough to appease the youngling, for young he was in the realm of elvish immortality. And yet, his instincts were as awoken as often, drawn to any sounds, aware of all surroundings. Before the step was even taken, the elf took an hand to his white knife’s handle, nimble fingers gracing it barely. He was aware of the other’s presence for a while now and yet only now they were close enough for the elf to act. 

“It would be wise to announce yourself. shadowing is not a talent of yours.”

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                                   “Yes, they are elves," Legolas said.                                "and they say that you breathe so loud                                 they could shoot you in the dark."

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[mockingjaykatniss2]

↳   “ He was tall as a young tree, lithe, immensely strong, able swiftly to draw a great war-bow and shoot down a Nazgul, endowed with the tremendous vitality of Elvish bodies, so hard and resistant to hurt that he went only in light shoes over rock or through snow, the most tireless of all the Fellowship.” ► (Late Happy Birthday @whiteladyofrohann )

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As old as the first trees; modern verse

With the change of times and the era of men, aggressive and destructive towards their own planet, elven people slowly started to dissipate into nothingness. Legolas, having grown used to men, adapted to the changes of times and magic, even when the land of elves was not capable to keep them safe. As such, he remained alive and focused, his keen senses as pure as during the beginnings of the times. 

The dangers and horrors of the first ages were long gone, but such had simply shifted and morphed into new troubles. and the elf grew and humbled himself with such as well. The costumes changed, the garment changed; but changed not the long braided sand coloured strands and changed not the passion for nature as did not the talented archery. 

the fair skinned lithe elf is now a quiet wise man, holding the knowledge of the planet in his humble home, and holding the ancient knowledge of magic and crafts of his people in his books and the tip of his fingers. Few are those who are lucky to get to know him, his name is but a tale for the common. To find him is only through those who know of his existence but he is a shadow cast over the men, attentive and watchful, for the world still faces great challenges that call for his intervention.

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Unfurling Leaf  young prince verse

Once before the flourishing of a wise warrior archer into adulthood, there was a frail child, orphan of mother in the great battle against the orcs and unloved and forgotten by his father and king, albeit loved dearly by his people and his servants. Legolas grew inside a cold castle of bark and branch and harsh elven ideals that closed his mind to an extent. Regardless, Legolas had always a talent to speak and connect with other creatures and the nature. Even if only a small amount, his words came at the right moment and his empathy and kindness was most bright during his first years. Legolas was never the common prince and did not resemble his father’s mannerisms in any way, escaping towards the woods often to fight and play as boys his age and pulling light hearted pranks on his servants. He would feel most at home eating at the kitchen, singing with other elves then by the royal table. 

Despite the hatred for dwarfs and the pettiness towards other races found between elves and the prince himself,  Legolas was always a fair prince, curious and intrigued to know beyond that taught to him. He was kind and gentle to other elves but strong minded, knowing from an early age that he wanted to join the patrols of Mirkwood. To be a messenger and explore the lands away from the cold control of his father. He could have been a cockier male yet the lack of a nurturing mother and father humbled him in various ways. His favourite leisure would be to practice archery, explore the nature and sing.

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[elvenking]

The Fellowship of the Ring - Legolas

He was tall as a young tree, lithe, immensely strong, able swiftly to draw a great war-bow and shoot down a Nazgûl, endowed with the tremendous vitality of Elvish bodies, so hard and resistant to hurt that he went only in light shoes over rock or through snow, the most tireless of all the Fellowship.

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#not every girl’s prince is from disney