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@elvenqueen
— 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓.
dash-only independent and selective blog for the unnamed and not oft-spoken about wife of thranduil, son of oropher from tolkien’s the hobbit. written by rae, she/her.
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durinbled:
now that he knew of her status as queen, it was harder for him to discern whether she would assist them or not. on the one hand, she seemed to be kind and receptive to his pleas, and yet he knew how quickly one’s empathy could turn. he didn’t know her, and if he slipped up now, there was a good chance she would take whatever he told her straight to the elvenking. ❛ it has little to do with your appearance and everything to do with my allegiance to my people. it is not for me to say. ❜ he was guilty of possessing a careless tongue, but he was wise enough to know when to be cautious. anything less would serve to threaten the progress they’d already made. ❛ the ire between thorin and thranduil runs deep. you should know that better than anyone. ❜
outsider or not, she was still their sovereign.
❛ even if i told you, it would make little difference to how the elvenking reacts. his opinion of us was etched in stone long ago. ❜
‘ i do know that, ‘ she said airily, because her husband tended to feud with everyone from time to time, even her. though she’d never admit it, she loved his fire, and sometimes she could see the threat of a smile lingering on his lips when he spoke to her. she looked over at the prisoner from behind those bars, and arched a brow.
‘ but i am not the elvenking. and i do not have such ire for your king or your people. ‘ she folded her hands in her lap. ‘ i do so wish people would stop lumping us together. ‘ she sounded mildly irritated at the idea of it, because she knew it wouldn’t stop. breathing a sigh, she turned violet eyes on his face once more.
‘ i can’t let you out without knowing your plan. it’s as simple as that. and if you are so bound to your oath, then i fear you must stay. ‘ she stood up to her full height, brushing the seat of her dress off.
murkyhazed:
aragorn was lucky that he faced nothing but a SCRATCH from the earth beneath him. for he’d had to ROLL out of the way, and stray twig upon ground had scraped his cheek. it was hardly the WORST he’s ever faced in his long life. ❝ nothing a ranger cannot handle. ❞ figure bends, fingers curling around arrow and tugging it free from skull. the thick blood oozes from wound, and he uses his own clothing to wipe blood clean from her weapon. ❝ still in tact. it should not be left to WASTE in such vile a creature. ❞ presents it back to her majesty.
a warm smile spreads over her face, and she reaches for the arrow presently — not at all bothered by the blood and gore of the scene in front of them, though her handmaiden might pale if she happened to get blood on her dress. easing it back into her quiver, she nodded her agreement to his statement. ‘ my armorer would agree with you. ‘ she stepped down from the ridge so they would be on more equal footing, though she was just as tall as him. ‘ what brings you to these woods, dear ranger? ‘ no judgement in her tone — he was more than capable of handling the dangers that lurked her. the queen was just curious.
dunadaneth:
She gave a curious look to the elvenqueen, head tilted as she glanced upwards through her lashes. In all her years of ruling over this kingdom, and dwelling in it…to not simply stop and sit beneath the boughs of these great trees? “I find that very surprising indeed. You have all the time in the world–why not let now be the time to sit and enjoy the shade with me?”
the chasm between humans and elves was vast and deep — and while mortals might seek pleasure by sitting beneath the leaves of trees, the elven queen saw no point in it. but with a desire not to be rude, the gown-clad queen dipped her head in acquiescence and moved to sit at the base of the tree, smoothing her pearl-hued skirts beneath her. ‘ one just sits.. and contemplates the universe? ‘
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durinbled:
if she was trying to get him to warm up to her, it wasn’t going to work. at least, that was what he kept telling himself. he liked to think that he was as stoic and stern as his uncle was, but all it took was a warm smile and a sense of humor to bring his guard down. he respected those traits in others — especially at times like these. ❛ if we are as alike as you say, you should do us a kindness and let us out. we’ve done nothing to endanger your people. ❜ nor would they. the company had their reservations about elves, but they would never strike unless forced to do so. ❛ we have matters to attend to elsewhere. matters that mean a great deal to us. ❜ if anyone could understand that, perhaps it would be her.
she glanced up at the guard who towered over her in all his ARMOR and gestured with her hand . ❛ erathur , you are dismissed from guard . ❜ he looked down at her , quizzical emotion tainting his features. the queen just laughed . ❛ what DANGER am i in from men locked up ? and where will they go , precisely ? ❜ he was not about to argue with her , and so he bowed and left . once they were ALONE , amarthaniel looked over at the dwarf . ❛ would you do me a kindness and tell me what these matters ARE or are my ears too pointed to know ? ❜ she clasped her hands in her lap . ❛ i only WISH to know so that i might gauge the anger i will receive from my husband for doing so. ❜ she twisted a ring on her finger . ❛ you see , i am not of the elves from which the king descends . i too am an OUTSIDER . ❜
aranlae:
SHOULDN’T HE , THE KING OF THIS PLACE ? There was expression on his fair, deadly countenance, of one who foresees bad news being given to him. The foreboding sent a chill into the air as he stared daggers at scouts’ approach.
❝ I should. Yet you must be the one to convey my deepest apologies to Thranduil. ❞ Oropher could imagine the kind of temper that might play on princely face, could make himself regret his decision if he thought for longer. So, he does not. ❝ Princesses-to-be have a lot of responsibility. ❞ Humourous.
——— she liked king oropher, and she was WORRIED when she saw the look cross his FEATURES . letting her teeth sink into her lower lip , indenting the plush feature . ❛ i will convey them , your GRACE . ❜ she stepped CLOSE , closing the gap between them and rested one hand on his forearm. ❛ i’ll see to it that thranduil UNDERSTANDS. ❜ she leaned up on the tips of her toes to press a KISS to his cheek , and applied gentle pressure to his wrist with a squeeze of her fingers before she eased away , heading for the PRIVATE quarters , sparing only a glance backwards as the scouts came in.
exiledcrown:
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐌 , as was the case with most Elven royalty in Middle Earth . Black eyes briefly took in her appearance , then a short nod of his head ( more to confirm something for himself , than as a response to her ) . He should have known immediately whom he was speaking to ; the description given to him was almost eerily precise . ❝ Oh , I see now . I was wondering when we would finally meet . Thranduil must have missed an opportunity for introduction earlier . ❞
Although initially slightly irritated by her statement , serious offense was not taken and her apology accepted . ❝ Vastly exaggerated … ❞ Repeated her words , but his tone almost sounded as if he were asking a question . ❝ It surprises me that my height is mentioned anywhere in the first place . How disappointing for you , though ; what were you expecting to see ? ❞
——— ❛ he tends to let those kinds of things SLIP , ❜ she agreed , with mention of an introduction having been misplaced . ❛ and i suppose as queen , i am fully capable of introducing MYSELF and leaving more pressing issues to my husband-king . ❜ she adjusted the long , forest-green dress she wore — raiment embroidered with autumn leaves and stags , all things BEFITTING a queen of woodland .
❛ well , as those who put HISTORY down on illuminated pages are wont to do , they exaggerate . they will tell us that this LONG-DEAD queen was the most beautiful and that this warrior-king was the TALLEST , and not knowing any BETTER , we believe them . ❜ she brought her stormy gaze back to his face . ❛ i SUPPOSE i thought you might be touching the ceiling of this hall with the way your PRESENCE was ascribed . ❜ a gentle shrug . ❛ fret NOT . when someone perhaps writes about thranduil , i will most likely be a FOOTNOTE and they will get my hair colour wrong . ❜
magicrisen:
𝗐𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 ; 𝖺 𝗐𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖽𝖾’𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 , 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝗎𝗀 ‘𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗂𝗅 . . . 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾 * ﹠ . 𝖽𝗎𝗌𝗄’𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗄𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 , 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 ; 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇 , 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝖾𝗍 —- —- – 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗒 , 𝗇𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾. 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝖼𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝗈𝗑𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝖾.
❛ ❛ ʜᴀʀsʜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜʏ ᴡᴏʀᴅs﹐ ʟᴀᴅʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴏᴅʟᴀɴᴅ / @elvenqueen. ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ? ❜ ❜ 𝗐𝖺𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗆𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 : 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 ; 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 , 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝗌 ! 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚛 , 𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗅𝗅. ❛ ❛ ʟᴇsᴛ ᴡᴀʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴡᴏᴏᴅs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʟɪᴛ ᴀғʟᴀᴍᴇ * ﹠ . ᴇʟᴠᴇɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ғʟᴏᴡ. AGAIN , i will ask thee - will you part words with me ? ❜ ❜
——— a long , long time ago, in the SOUTHERN reaches of mirkwood , was a dark sorcerer that the elves realized too LATE was the evil of sauron returned . he was a blight for the ages , POWER hungry and vicious and in utter refusal to let anything or ANYONE get in his way .
but even with all the DREAD ABOMINATION did to these lands and its people , she had to think his emissary was FAR worse . the sight of him turned her stomach — she was thankful she had refused breakfast this morning , lest it be upheaved now on the forest floor . the elven guards behind her stood STOIC and ready , but amarthaniel did not let them advance .
she did NOT shrink away from his foul , unseen stare , not this PROUD elven queen , no . ❛ what words would you wish to PART ? have you come to tell me of what our future holds if we do not BEND to your master’s will? ❜ she had NO intention of ever letting sauron win . she wondered , idly , briefly what this creature looked like BEFORE being tainted by the black magic of sauron’s corruption . was that MAN still in there ? or had he been eaten away ENTIRELY ?
courage, dear heart
exiledcrown:
𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐌 . Could be found by the Prince’s side most commonly ; the sole reason for his occasional presence within Greenwood the Great . Except now he was on his own for a change . Oropherion off to a private meeting with his King … or something of the sort .
;— @elvenqueen : ❝ I thought you’d be taller , for some reason . ❞
Words caught him off guard ; head was turned to see who spoke to him . A brow arched slightly , slender fingers tapped against a glass filled with red wine . ❝ Oh ? What a bold thing to say . Have we met before ? ❞ Rínir could not recall . Either way , he thought it an odd way to address anyone . Especially since he was still much taller than the elven lady before him .
——— ❛ perhaps , perhaps not , ❜ she replied to his question about having met BEFORE . taking the few short steps up to be on the same LEVEL as the once-prince , she did NOT let her gaze stray from his . ❛ i am amarthaniel , wife of thranduil , and QUEEN of the woodland realm . as for my boldness , i have NEVER been fond of court-speak , i VASTLY prefer for one to speak one’s own mind , in the BOUNDS of civility . ❜
❛ that being SAID , if i have offended you , i apologize . ❜ he was much taller than the queen who was SHORTER than her husband . the elves usually towered over most of middle-earth , and it was a CURIOUS novelty not to be the TALLEST in the room . ❛ the writings must exaggerate a fair amount . ❜
@isilmerie asked ‘ the beast returns every century or so, and tries to devour us. it will come again before long. ’
——— the queen of mirkwood looked over at her dear FRIEND , the wife of her other dear friend and her brow creased a little with worry . ❛ of what BEAST do you speak ? real or allegorical ? ❜ amarthaniel reached out and put her hand overtop celebrían’s , giving it a gentle and HOPEFULLY reassuring squeeze . ❛ whatever this beast is , your husband has armies , and so does mine . we will ALWAYS come to the aid of our kin in rivendell . always . ❜ she HOPED her words would assuage any fears the elven noblewoman had . ❛ enough talk of MONSTERS . tell me about your children . how is arwen doing ? ❜
