Less Wise More Dangerous

Indie RP Blog for Legolas Thranduilion. Formerly archerofthegreenwood.

[myrkrlokison]

@greenleafprinceling

Myrkr arrived on his back and all the air was knocked out of his lungs as he did so. He also hit his head and was knocked unconscious for the next three hours - until Legolas found him and shook him somewhat awake.

"Whatthef-", he slurred, eyes rolling back up for a moment before he forced them to focus back on the blond above him. "Oh?"

He blinked a few times. He didn't remember how he got there. Head throbbing, he furrowed his brows. The stab wound that was on his lower abdomen was still fresh, it also throbbed with pain, but it stopped bleeding on it's own and already started to heal. Myrkr smiled up at the elf with a dreamy smile.

"Am I in Valhalla? Because damn you're fine~"

[myrkrlokison]

Friend. Myrkr paused at that and glanced up at the elf with a half smile. He knows magic, he thought instantly, there're no gasps of shock and billions of questions - this a magical realm.

"Oh, I'd get more familiar with you, handsome", he just could not resist; the blond was otherworldly beautiful to him. Was it delirium? Perhaps, perhaps not. Myrkr let out a soft huff as he glanced around. "Greenwood", he murmured. "That's a rather less creative than I thought it'd be." His ice blue eyes shifted back on the man's face. Myrkr licked his lips. "I've came from another realm. Earth - or Midgard, as Asgardians call it. Ever heard of it?"

While he got his strength back, he could ask a few questions and keep looking at those beautiful features. If this was a sign he was dying and imagining things - he'd enjoy every second of it.

"That- you have a bow?" He furrowed his brows when he finally could focus on something other thwn the stranger's face. "An actual bow?"

[greenleafprinceling]

A dusting of pink colored the elf’s pointed ears at such bold words aimed at him. No one in his realm would dare to talk to the prince in such a familiar manner, but Legolas would not lie and say that such attention was unwelcome particularly from such an attractive man.

“Forgive me for not making the translation something more exciting. I shall endeavor to go back in time and rewrite my entire language to entertain you more.” The words were teasing, more open than Legolas normally allowed himself to be, but there was something about the stranger that made him want to play. “Earth... I have heard some refer to our world as Middle Earth but never something such as Midgard. Or of an Asgardian. While I am young for my people, something tells me that even my father will not have heard of anything of the sort either.”

He tipped his head to one side and his hair cascaded over one of his shoulders. “Of course I have a bow. How else am I to protect myself from strange men falling from the sky?” He asked with a little smile.

[myrkrlokison]

A blush! There was a faint, but noticable blush! Myrkr had to smirk as he was observing the man's expression, letting his eyes drink in all the beauty he was looking at.

"Ah, go back in time? I wouldn't want you to take such a dangerous journey~ I certainly wouldn't let you go all by yourself~"

Myrkr tried to understand the explanation as he was taking calmer, longer breaths. It was hard to focus with his throbbing head, but he realised he went out of the systems known. He huffed softly as he watched Legolas tilt his head; Myrkr's blue eyes glinting with glee.

"Oh? Do you think that's needed?" His voice was now a quiet murmur, each second he felt stronger. "Spare my poor heart, then; it beats for you from the moment I first saw you."

[greenleafprinceling]

A sweet laugh, and Legolas shook his head. “A charmer indeed. Tell me do you greet all strangers that find you after falling from the sky so familiarly? I might find myself jealous.” The prince made a show of pouting a little with his words. In truth he would feel a bit put out if this were only a game.

The man’s confession however made that slight blush darken to a brilliant red as he tried to remember how to breathe in the face of it. No one was ever so bold with him, and Legolas liked it.

“Perhaps it is not necessary.” Was all he could think to say as he looked the man up and down again. He was certainly different than anyone Legolas had met before and it was a pleasant change.

Clearing his throat, Legolas looked around them. “When you feel that you are able to walk it would be wise for us to go to my father’s keep. These woods are not safe for two of us alone.”

[respectablebaggins]

expectations | bilbo + legolas

[ cont from here with @greenleafprinceling ]

Bilbo chuckled at Legolas’s comment on his skill with a blade, something he was rather conflicted about even still, but proud of none the less. He had saved a few lives, including his own with it since. A letter opener, indeed… When he returned home he would hang it over his fireplace mantel, a place of pride. 

“I suspect not many of my kin would even believe the tales I might come home with…”

But he was glad to add a few more tales anyway along the trip back. Gandalf was originally meant to escort him back before Thranduil’s deal was struck. Bilbo wasn’t a young man anymore and he wasn’t so sure he was entirely suited for a life strictly in the Shire. Not any more. He couldn’t think of another hobbit that might share in his new outlook. Not one he wasn’t too closely related to at any rate. 

He smiled as Legolas sent for stationary to quickly sent a letter. It was good that he was looking forward to this trip now as well. It showed promise for friendship at the very least. Bilbo let his write in peace, quietly sipping his wine and looking over the map. He thought the prince must have been telling the Lord and Lady of the Golden wood of their betrothal and greeting them as their stations dictated… and while Bilbo could only read a little elvish, it didn’t take a scholar to see it was taking Legolas much longer than expected to write his letter. Bilbo knew that elvish was quiet complicated, at least it seemed for one that wrote common, so perhaps he was judging incorrectly… Or the King, his father, and Lord Elrond just wrote terribly quickly. And the guards in the cellar.

“He seems… a difficult person, at times. Difficult to please.” Bilbo tried to gently coax a little more out of Legolas by agreeing with him over his father. It would be unwise to say anything terribly negative, of course, especially with other servants and guards about. But he decided to give Legolas an out as well, if he wasn’t comfortable in talking about such subjects just yet. 

“Do all elves possess magic?”

[greenleafprinceling]

A light blush colored Legolas’ cheeks by the time he finished his note. He was sure that his difficulties would come up eventually, but for now he was grateful that Bilbo didn’t ask. Lord Elrond had assured him that it was a common enough affliction, but Legolas was the only one that struggled with it in his home.

“Would you like to send a message to your kin as well? From what I understand your home is quite far away and our path will take us father still. It will be a while before we are back to the Shire.”

A sad smile tugged at the prince’s lips and he shook his head fondly. “My father is a wonderful king. He simply wants me to be one as well. I am more of a warrior than a diplomat.” The blond shrugged a little unsure of what else to say. He loved his father before all else.

Grateful for the change of subject Legolas nodded slightly. “There are different levels and talents among us. My father and I have the most magic in our realm as the Sylvan people were always more militarily gifted, but some of them are more talented at healing than us. The Lady Galadriel is the most gifted magic user I have ever seen by far.”

[rp-meme-blog]

Random Dominant NSFW Starters

“I’d love to bend you over that table.”

“Tell me how badly you want it.”

“It’s pretty big isn’t it?”

“Be careful, I don’t want you to choke.”

“You look so beautiful like this.”

“Shh, someone will hear us.”

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

“I want to make you feel so good that you scream.”

“Fuck, scream my name again.”

“Are you okay?”

“Are you ready?”

“Is this okay?”

“Are you sure it doesn’t hurt?”

“Tell me when you’re ready for me to go faster.”

“I want to make you cum all night.”

“Fuck, I love it when you scream my name like that.”

“I’m not going to last much longer!”

“I’m going to feel you up to the brim.”

“Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“Thing you can handle both holes being filled at once?”

“How do you feel about adding some toys to the mix of this?”

“It’s just a cock ring. I want you to beg for your release.”

“You’re not allowed to cum until I say so.”

“Scratch me harder!”

“I love seeing you unravel into a mess beneath me.”

“You feel so tight!”

“God, you’re so amazing!”

“Do you want to cum?”

“Are you close?”

“I’m so close, just a little bit longer.”

“I want to fuck you all night long.”

“Will you put this on for me, please? You’re going to look so sexy.”

“You’re so wet, I love it.”

“You’re so needy for me.”

“You’re a little slut for my cock, aren’t you?”

“Remember to say the safeword if this becomes too much.”

“Would you want to make a private video for the two of us?”

“Mmm that’s right smile for the camera.”

“You’re mouth is so amazing.”

“Do you like it when I fuck your pretty mouth like this?”

“Mmm your hand feels so good around my cock like that.”

“That’s right stroke it just like that.”

“I want you to please yourself for me.”

“Put on a show for me.”

“Wow that outfit looks amazing on you.”

“I can’t wait to rip your clothes off so we can get started.”

“Does your ass hurt?”

“Mmm you look so full with my cum.”

“I’m going to kiss every inch of your body.”

“I’ve never fucked a porn star before.”

“I’m going to make you feel so good.”

“How about you ride me? I’d love to see you ride up and down my cock.”

“Bathroom now. I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside you now.”

“You like the thought of someone walking in on us don’t you?”

[rp-memes-atyourservice]

Smut Starters & Symbols

rp-memes-atyourservice‌:

TW: explicit sexual content, some slight humiliation. Feel free to change wording, pronouns, genitalia, etc, to better fit your muse.

Send one of the following SENTENCES for my muse’s reaction:

“You’re so pretty like this.” “You’re beautiful when you’re all flushed and wanting.” “Do you want me to take you like this?” “Easy, I don’t want to hurt you.” “Slow down, slow down.” “You can be rough with me, I won’t break.” “I want to suck you off.” “I want to eat you out.” “Did you touch yourself, thinking of me?” “Please, please, touch me.” “I want to bury my face between your thighs.” “I want to touch you all night.” “Please. Please, I’ll beg, I’ll do anything you want.” “You can beg better than that, I think.” “Harder, harder–” “Fuck me until I can’t think.” “I want you to bend me over and fuck me.” “Would you let me take you here? Where anyone might see?” “I don’t usually do this - but for you, anything.” “You have such beautiful thighs.” “Be patient, I’m not going to fuck you dry, no matter how much you beg.” “Beg me for it.” “You were made for this, weren’t you?” “I think you’d stay on your knees all night if I’d let you.” “Ride me. Slowly, that’s it.” “Don’t you dare come until I give you permission.” “Ah-ah. Don’t touch me.” “Touch yourself, go on.” “I want to make you feel good.” “I love it when you moan for me.” “Come on, darling, come for me.” “Come on my fingers, that’s it.” “God, your mouth, please–” “I need you, I need your (mouth/cock/pussy/ass/fingers)–” “Shh, do you want someone to walk in on us with your cock in me?” “I’ll let you have me any way you want.” “I’ve wanted to fuck you all night.” “You’re so fucking tight.” “You feel so good.” “Kiss me, I want–please–” “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come–!” “Please let me come.” “I think I could go again, if you wanted.”

Send one of the following PROMPTS for my muse’s reaction. Feel free to combine prompts.

[tug] - to pull my muse’s head back by the hair [throat] - to grip my muse gently but firmly by the throat [chin] - to tilt my muse’s chin up to make them look at your muse [kneel] - to kneel in front of my muse [wall] - to pin my muse to a wall [wrists] - to hold my muse down by the wrists [flip] - to flip my muse onto their stomach and hold them down [drag] - to drag my muse into yours’ lap [palm] - to rub a palm against my muse’s clothed groin [rut] - to push a knee between my muse’s thighs, against their groin [mouth] - to mouth at my muse’s groin through their pants or underwear [taste] - to have my muse taste themselves on your muse’s fingers [tongue] - to kiss my muse with tongue  [thighs] - to kiss and suck at my muse’s inner thighs [lick] - to go down on my muse  [finger] - to finger my muse [breasts] - to fondle my muse’s breasts [booty] - to fondle my muse’s ass [spank] - to spank my muse [restrain] - to tie my muse’s hands to prevent them from moving them [dressup] - to dress my muse in sexy/appealing clothing (specify) [vibrator] - to use a vibrator on my muse [penetrate] - to fuck my muse with a cock, dildo or strap [behind] - to fuck my muse from behind [facing] - to fuck my muse face to face [tenderly] - to tenderly make love to my muse

[pants] - to make my muse come in their pants [facial] - to come on my muse’s face [inside] - to come inside my muse [risky] - to make my muse come where there’s a risk of being heard/discovered [early] - to make my muse come earlier than expected [edge] - to edge my muse/deny them orgasm [beg] - to beg my muse to let yours come

Add ‘reverse’ to any prompt for my muse to perform the action on yours instead! Alternatively, feel free to make up your own prompt even if it’s not on the list!

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modern au

[pixelpaladin24]

@greenleafprinceling

[platinummemes]

It’s Sinday! Send dirty anons for my muses to answer to!

[cupcakesmuses]

greenleafprinceling​: 

Legolas schooled his expression back into one of polite happiness. His own father choosing a partner for him had always been an option, though one that Legolas had not thought particularly likely, and at least the choice of partner was one that Legolas himself found agreeable. It was not as if Bilbo had requested this either, so really the least the prince could do was approach it with an open mind and open heart.

“It would truly be my honor to escort you back to the Shire. I will admit that I have not had the chance to see much of our world other than the lands of my kin.”

A small smile played on the prince’s lips as he tipped his head to the side. He had heard tales fo the peaceful land of the Hobbits, but he had never expected to see it for himself.

“You will have to show me all the sights when we reach there. After all you have already seen my home it is only fair.”

Bilbo knew that look all too well. He often spoke and agreed to things he’d rather not do out of politeness and grumbled later on, alone of course, about people expecting things of him. He was a homebody, or was before all this adventure, and preferred living alone. Had he his own choice of partner… Well, not that he expected either would have entertained the notion. But Thorin was gone. And Bofur… Bilbo knew he would not leave his kin, and Bilbo could not live out his years deep in a mountain with only Bofur’s smile and jests to brighten him. 

He never much entertained the idea of marriage back home. But he supposed the wide world had bigger plans for him all along. He was never one for such self importance either, but knowing he could help Legolas in his ruling, whenever that time came, if he even lived to see it, was a promising idea. Perhaps because he felt he had failed Thorin so poorly in that regard.

But he was glad Legolas was agreeable to the journey and did seem genuinely interest in Bilbo’s homelands. 

“I daresay you’ll never see a place so green in all of Middle Earth.” Bilbo smiled fondly. For a few moments he imagined Legolas, in much plainer clothing, fishing on the banks, enjoying songs and a mug at the Green Dragon, entertaining the little ones with his archery skills at the midsummer fair. As much as Bilbo wanted the prince to be happy there, or happier anyway, he knew it was not at all practical. A good holiday, perhaps, but nothing more.

“But I heard Gandalf and his tales to your father. He’s rid the Necromancer and his dark magic from the North… so perhaps we’ll return to a greener wood once again.”

[greenleafprinceling]

Something about the Hobbit in front of him made something deep in the elf’s chest ease. Too many people had approached him over his centuries only interested in his father or his crown, but there was a air of ease around Bilbo that allowed the prince to lower his guard.

For a moment Legolas allowed himself to imagine what life would be like with the hobbit at his side. Warm meals, laughter, hands and faces streaked with dirt after a days work in the garden. Or in his own home with the hobbit in fair fabrics and a circlet on his brow. With the darkness out of the forest, he could allow himself to step down for a short while. A few years away from being a soldier. How long had it been since Legolas had been allowed to relax for more than a few stolen moments at a time? Did he even remember how?

A bittersweet smile tugged on Legolas’ lips. “I was still an elfling when the darkness began to take route in our home, but what memories I have are golden and full of life. I would love to share it with you once we return.” How the forest would thrive like the few blurry memories he had of his childhood. Even now he could see how Bilbo would fit in with the forest once the darkness had left. Feasts, songs, laughter among the guards.

“Perhaps we will have our own adventure,” he said, all impish excitement as he ran his fingers through his hair in a habit his father was centuries in trying to break.

[cupcakesmuses]

Bilbo allowed himself a bit of an adoring glance to the prince over his too large cup of wine. Legolas seemed to be warming up to the idea, perhaps out of his father’s admittedly harsh gaze. It seemed to Bilbo that the King expected much of his son. What conversations he overheard, both in their sight and otherwise, and although he only knew a handful of elvish phrases, it sounded very much to him like arguments.

Maybe being in the company of a hobbit with his greatest wish being to see his garden again would be less of a burden. Maybe, if they were very lucky, there would be no terrible conflict. Some adventure, but nothing too treacherous.

“I shouldn’t want to venture too far south in the wood. Getting lost, and those spiders…” Bilbo shuddered to think of them. But it had been Legolas and Tauriel who had saved them. And he had done his own part. He reached below the table, pulling a map from his bag and spread it on the table. Bilbo loved maps. And now he could proudly say he had crossed very far. Possibly farther than any other hobbit.

“I was thinking… Perhaps we could pass through Lorien and Fangorn, see if those old tales of the trees are true, and visit Rohan. If that’s not too disagreeable. I do realize it will take, perhaps twice as long as our path coming here… Or perhaps on the return trip.”

[greenleafprinceling]

“Fortunately, unlike my kin, my own small skill at magic relies mostly in connecting with the forest. I have never been lost in my home.” Normally Legolas never mentioned his innate skill with magic, but Bilbo was aware enough of elves and if they were to be married it only made sense that Legolas was open with him. While some elves like his father were skilled with illusions and the Lord and Lady possessed rings to amplify their own powers Legolas’ own skill was little more than a compass and way to detect danger. “Besides, with me at your side there are few things that could harm you. Not to mention, I have heard tell you are growing skilled enough with your own blade.”

The suggestion of traveling made the prince’s face light up. “I would have to sent off a message to my kin in the Golden Wood but I would love nothing more than to see their home and Fangorn. In that forest I might be able to truly hear the voices of the wood.” True joy was written on the elf’s face as he thought of all the possibilities.

Standing, he signaled for something to write with and soon enough he had written in a slow, deliberate hand a request for them to visit Lorien. Concentration was written on Legolas’ face as he wrote, and once he finished he handed it off to one of the guards with orders to have it sent off.

“My kin are rather private, so it is best to be open with our intentions now.” Legolas explained with a bright smile. “Nowhere as private as my father, though I don not think that is entirely possible.”

[herotting-archive]

a shout out to canon divergent blogs .

[cupcakesmuses]

greenleafprinceling​: 

Legolas schooled his expression back into one of polite happiness. His own father choosing a partner for him had always been an option, though one that Legolas had not thought particularly likely, and at least the choice of partner was one that Legolas himself found agreeable. It was not as if Bilbo had requested this either, so really the least the prince could do was approach it with an open mind and open heart.

“It would truly be my honor to escort you back to the Shire. I will admit that I have not had the chance to see much of our world other than the lands of my kin.”

A small smile played on the prince’s lips as he tipped his head to the side. He had heard tales fo the peaceful land of the Hobbits, but he had never expected to see it for himself.

“You will have to show me all the sights when we reach there. After all you have already seen my home it is only fair.”

Bilbo knew that look all too well. He often spoke and agreed to things he’d rather not do out of politeness and grumbled later on, alone of course, about people expecting things of him. He was a homebody, or was before all this adventure, and preferred living alone. Had he his own choice of partner… Well, not that he expected either would have entertained the notion. But Thorin was gone. And Bofur… Bilbo knew he would not leave his kin, and Bilbo could not live out his years deep in a mountain with only Bofur’s smile and jests to brighten him. 

He never much entertained the idea of marriage back home. But he supposed the wide world had bigger plans for him all along. He was never one for such self importance either, but knowing he could help Legolas in his ruling, whenever that time came, if he even lived to see it, was a promising idea. Perhaps because he felt he had failed Thorin so poorly in that regard.

But he was glad Legolas was agreeable to the journey and did seem genuinely interest in Bilbo’s homelands. 

“I daresay you’ll never see a place so green in all of Middle Earth.” Bilbo smiled fondly. For a few moments he imagined Legolas, in much plainer clothing, fishing on the banks, enjoying songs and a mug at the Green Dragon, entertaining the little ones with his archery skills at the midsummer fair. As much as Bilbo wanted the prince to be happy there, or happier anyway, he knew it was not at all practical. A good holiday, perhaps, but nothing more.

“But I heard Gandalf and his tales to your father. He’s rid the Necromancer and his dark magic from the North… so perhaps we’ll return to a greener wood once again.”

[greenleafprinceling]

Something about the Hobbit in front of him made something deep in the elf’s chest ease. Too many people had approached him over his centuries only interested in his father or his crown, but there was a air of ease around Bilbo that allowed the prince to lower his guard.

For a moment Legolas allowed himself to imagine what life would be like with the hobbit at his side. Warm meals, laughter, hands and faces streaked with dirt after a days work in the garden. Or in his own home with the hobbit in fair fabrics and a circlet on his brow. With the darkness out of the forest, he could allow himself to step down for a short while. A few years away from being a soldier. How long had it been since Legolas had been allowed to relax for more than a few stolen moments at a time? Did he even remember how?

A bittersweet smile tugged on Legolas’ lips. “I was still an elfling when the darkness began to take route in our home, but what memories I have are golden and full of life. I would love to share it with you once we return.” How the forest would thrive like the few blurry memories he had of his childhood. Even now he could see how Bilbo would fit in with the forest once the darkness had left. Feasts, songs, laughter among the guards.

“Perhaps we will have our own adventure,” he said, all impish excitement as he ran his fingers through his hair in a habit his father was centuries in trying to break.

[greenleafprinceling]

Hi. Remember when you used to RP with a Harry Hart from Kingsman? Would you want to ever write with him again?

// Do I remember??? Yes! I would love to write with Harry again like I cannot begin to express

[myrkrlokison]

[drunk text] FUCK YOU YOU’RE GORGEOUS (a modern verse approaches?)

| texts |

📲 Oh? Really? 😏

📲 I've had no idea you felt like that about me~

📲 Alas, no. You're gorgeous! 💋

[greenleafprinceling]

[Text: Gods’ Gift] how can’t I feel that way when you look like that

[Text: Gods’ Gift] it’s not faiiiir

[Text: Gods’ Gift] we can both be gorgeous

[Text: Gods’ Gift] think of the envy

[myrkrlokison]

📲 Let's make something crystal clear here.

📲 When I am with you I can only think about how grateful and lucky I am that you deemed me worthy of your attention, Legolas.

📲 I still have no idea how I worked up the courage to talk to you, but I'll be forever happy I did.

📲 This much, I know.

[greenleafprinceling]

[Text: Gods’ Gift] wait I am too drunk for you to be this smooth

[Text: Gods’ Gift] you are way out of my league so I don’t know where me thinking you were worthy came into this.

[Text: Gods’ Gift] I vote that we agree that we are both amazing and should probably go on a date or something

[Text: Gods’ Gift] for science.

[myrkrlokison]

📲 Was I smooth? Heh. 🙃

📲 Drunk? Are you home or do you need a lift?

📲 And yes. We definitely should go on a date. Strictly for science. 😏

[greenleafprinceling]

[Text: Gods’ Gift] my answer depends on whether or not you’re going to yell at me for being reckless or not.

[Text: Gods’ Gift] and if there’s a likelihood of me getting a dashing man to sweep my off my feet and taking me home... for science.

[Text: Gods’ Gift] the dashing man being you.

[myrkrlokison]

📲 Why would I yell at you? You just want to have fun, nothing's wrong with that.

📲 Ohooo, I nearly had a heart attack there - I thought for a mo you were talking about someone else. 😏

📲 Where do I have to go?

[greenleafprinceling]

[Text: Gods’ Gift] because I’m a pretty rich boy in a bad pet of town? That’s normally why I get yelled at.

[Text: Gods’ Gift] No one else compares to you

[Text: Gods’ Gift] *location, dive bar*

[cupcakesmuses]

expectations | bilbo + legolas

[ cont from here with @greenleafprinceling​ ]

It never occurred to Bilbo that Legolas wouldn’t have a say in the matter. But it appeared that Legolas had thought of this situation as less than desirable. It was customary, in the Shire anyway, to ask the parents permission of your intended. But the King had come to him, and given the short time he and Legolas had spent together being generally agreeable… Well, Bilbo had to admit it was difficult saying no to a king. When that king was your father as well, perhaps even more so.

“I’ve asked the king for you to escort me home– back to the Shire… I thought that might give us a chance to get to know one another. The wedding won’t be for a very long while.”

Bilbo was hoping to give Legolas something to look forward to. He wasn’t sure if the prince had ever gone that far West. He hoped their spirits might brighten with each other’s company and once they were in the Shire it would be summer. They might even return in time for Lithe festival days.

[greenleafprinceling]

Legolas schooled his expression back into one of polite happiness. His own father choosing a partner for him had always been an option, though one that Legolas had not thought particularly likely, and at least the choice of partner was one that Legolas himself found agreeable. It was not as if Bilbo had requested this either, so really the least the prince could do was approach it with an open mind and open heart.

“It would truly be my honor to escort you back to the Shire. I will admit that I have not had the chance to see much of our world other than the lands of my kin.”

A small smile played on the prince’s lips as he tipped his head to the side. He had heard tales fo the peaceful land of the Hobbits, but he had never expected to see it for himself.

“You will have to show me all the sights when we reach there. After all you have already seen my home it is only fair.”

[cupcakelogic]

600 years later

1/2/3

[venom-inside-you]

@greenleafprinceling Is this true???

[greenleafprinceling]

“I actually came fro m a tree like a fruit.”

[rp-memes-atyourservice]

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[roleplayandaskmemes]

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This has been on my mind for long but I’m gonna do this - please reblog this if you’re comfortable with pre-establishing relationships. I do not mean “met at the grocery store two weeks ago” or “have a common friend”, but rather stuff like “have been best friends since kindergrden”, “go for a beer every friday”, “friends with benefits”, “dated in highschool”, “hate each other’s guts because -insert reason-”  etc. Something meaningful (but not necessarily shippy) and I mean with muns/characters you have not interacted with, because I cannot believe I am the only one who prefers jumping right into the heart of the human interaction.

[greenleafprinceling]

“I’m not expecting anything from you.” [ marriage meme, from Bilbo - Just finishing my 3 read of the Hobbit and Thranduil is so taken with Bilbo at the end. Bilbo gives him a necklace from Thorin's hoard, a part of his share, for payment of the food and drink he had when hiding and thinking of how to free the dwarves. Maybe Thranduil likes him sooo much he figures it's about time Legolas settles down? ]

@cupcakesmuses

“While you might not expect anything from me my father expects much from both of us.” Legolas pointed out with a rueful smile. In the aftermath of the battle the normally vibrant prince looked almost weighed down. Yet his father did have many expectations for him including seeing their newest ally was properly cared for with all the hospitality of a prince and more given the marriage proposal he had been privy to.

“I am not worried because of you, Master Baggins. I was simply not expecting to be married off so soon.” Legolas was young for his people, though he had reached his majority.