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"Long will I tarry ere I begin this war for gold." {RP Blog for King Thranduil from The Hobbit} Both movie and book canon involved Tracking: longwillitarry

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              Home.

That was where she was… or a dream. But it was a good dream if it truly was one. With a trembling hand she touched his cheek, hair, neck. Anywhere she could before taking his hand and holding it as tightly as she could, nearly pinning it to her chest.

              Tears fell freely from her eyes. “Mela en’ coiamin.” 

The words fell almost unheard from her lips as she finally let he eyes close. It didn’t matter anymore. In his arms, she knew that she was safe.

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His body had become numb to every touch. Every sound. The entire world around him aside from the elf that he held tight in his arms. Her hands were all he could feel on his skin. Her gentle voice was all he could hear as his head swam. And each tear that fell from her cheeks felt more like boulders with their impact.

        His own fingers trailed up to the back of her head,         threading through her silky hair and holding her         face against him. Clutching her as if to protect         her from the evil around them. In a way, he was.         In a way, the Elvenking never wanted to let go of         her again.

Because he couldn’t bear it. Couldn’t bear having to deal with the loss more than once. The one time had already shattered his heart to pieces.

           “Malhlas.” He said her name again. As if repeating            it was the only way to convince himself that she was            here. Thranduil dipped his head, grazed his lips over            her forehead. “How--?” But he had no way of            finishing the question--didn’t even know how to go            about asking it.

Did it even matter when she was here now?

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              Of course it wasn’t a good suggestion that he consider making this               form permanent. While for the moment he was indeed suck in the               form of wolf it did not at all mean he wanted to stay this way. To which               he lowered his head closer to the ground glaring up at the elven king.               The soft growling continuing clearly showing his disagreement with the               male. He was quite limited in this form when it came to communicating               but he had learned how to at least communicate in some way. His body               language was a huge one as well as the sounds he could from as a wolf.               Sometimes it would be that a small yelp which often wasn’t meant to be               taken in a negative aspect. And then there was growling which most               definitely reflected what he might have to say about that. 

              At the next few words that tumbled from the king’s lips the growling               increased slightly. It was only when he was finished speaking did the               canine give a loud bark clearly echoing what he would most like be saying               if speech was possible. 

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A gasp of faux surprise broke through his lips when the beast let out a resounding bark, having been pushed to the limits of his patience. Thranduil’s brows rose, and he canted his head as he quietly observed the glint of annoyance in Link’s blue eyes.

        Really, that was the only physically human thing         that remained in his form; it may very well have         been how the Elvenking could recognize him.         While his body was that of an elegant beast, the         shine in his eyes was still him. Still that Hylian         hero. And every emotion that passed through         them was so obvious that Thranduil wondered         how anyone wouldn’t be able to recognize him.

What sounded distinctly like a chuckle rumbled in his own throat, and he tentatively reached forward to stroke his fingers over the wolf’s head. A gesture meant to calm an agitated animal. “There, there. Easy, now.” The smile was still etched across his face. “Did I hurt your pride, little wolf? Well, I don’t doubt you’ll have a word or two to say once you’ve gotten your voice back. Perhaps you should wait until then to make a scene.

          “I wouldn’t want you using up all of your           strength.”

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     “Indeed.” Really there wasn’t much Sheik could say to the king. He supposed it was good that the man could get a laugh out of it. Sheik had not even been aware that it was funny until he had begun speaking to the Hylians. None of his own people had thought it odd that he had been named for them. While it wasn’t a common Sheikah name, it certainly was not unheard of. The jokes had never bothered him.

When Thranduil mentioned honour Sheik bowed his head slightly, taking that as a great compliment. “I believe it to be, yes. Our loyalty has lasted many generations; our people believe the royal family of Hyrule to hold the ancient bloodline of Hylia, our Goddess of Time.” He doubted Thranduil and his people believed in the goddesses that those of Hyrule did, but Sheik knew how his world had been created, and that was all that mattered.

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He sipped at his wine in courteous silence as the guard further explained the purpose of his people’s devotion to their ruler, and an intrigued twitch creased his brow. How easily swayed believers could be by the force or being in which their loyalty and sense of comfort rested. Even his own people had their spirits and deities they turned to in times of need.

        To believe that such a figure shared blood with the         rulers of Hyrule... it would only make sense for the         kingdom’s people to revere him or her in even         higher respects.

“I see.” The Elvenking canted his head slightly as he set his goblet down on the nearest table. “And if someone of the Sheikah would refuse to follow in the same path of those before him?”

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The comment of preferring Link in this form didn’t bother him a great deal. There had been one other person, his compaction hidden in shadow, that had made a similar comment in the past. He did agree with his next few words to an extent. He knew he could be all those  things rather he was in a wolf form or not. It did seem the King simply liked pressing the fact he was currently in his wolf form. Which did so some extent annoy him.

At the comment of making this a permanent thing a slight growl emitted from the canine as he bared his teeth at the king. His displeasure with such a remark was very clear. He knew this form had it’s usefulness, but it was never something he’d want to be permanent. He knew at least at  this current moment it was relatively easy to turn back in his human form even if it as quite an uncomfortable experience. 

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There was that growl again. Something that Thranduil had first noticed rumbling in the wolf’s chest until it was emitted from his throat. And, as should’ve been expected, he didn’t act remotely fazed. His brow quirked to feign surprise at the rude gesture, but beyond that, his response was particularly neutral. As if he was waiting for the young hero to revert to his normal self and start telling him off.

         Honestly, the Elvenking was curious to hear what would          be said if he had the ability to voice his thoughts. That          might’ve provided even more entertainment--if he was          going to call it that.

As things were, though, the only thing that could be managed was that growl. And just that one sound was proof enough of the agitation beginning to boil in Link’s veins. For some reason, Thranduil was actually quite pleased to know he could get under his skin--or fur-- like he was.

          “Oh, was that not a good suggestion, fanged hero?”           His smirk widened and his eyes sparkled with amusement.           “You seem so marvelously comfortable in that fur           coat. I imagine you wouldn’t know the difference           between having a tail or not.”

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          “I suppose that makes sense enough, but doesn’t it grow frightfully dull, finding no reasons to smile?” Poppy asked innocently. “It seems it would, to me at least. I know there a good many nasty things in the world now, but there are just as many good things as well, so I don’t understand why those should be overlooked merely because one has lived for many years.”

     The halfling gave him a sympathetic look as he explained what had happened within the forest, and she let out a wistful little sigh of her own. “I wish I might have seen it before, then, as I’m sure it was so very lovely. Perhaps one day the evilness will disappear, and it will return to how it was before. I hope it will. Not only so that traveling will be easier, but since it is your home, and I am certain you would prefer it to be lovely and good again, rather than how it is now.”

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A low hum rumbled in his throat at her reply: a sound indicating that he had briefly contemplated her words. “An interesting notion, though not unexpected from the wit of a mortal.” He twined his fingers in front of himself, regarded the halfling speculatively. “Living a life endless by means of good health contributes to it taking more than a simple action or word to bring happiness. That does not, however, mean we are incapable of enjoying little things when given the chance.”

         The trace of a smile twitched at the corners of          his lips. “We do not often overlook good          company.”

For several moments, the Elvenking gazed upon her pointedly, but in light of the grim topic of the forest, his attention drifted away. To the sick trees. The dark canopy. The webs. And the slight wrinkle of his nose was indicator enough of how he felt about it.

         “It would be preferred, yes. And perhaps          there is hope for its restoration in the          future. All we can do is ward off what evil          makes its way to our halls. Ensure that it          is kept at bay.” Shaking his head gently, “But          I do not wish to burden you with my own          troubles.

“If I may, mellon nin, I don’t recall hearing your name.”

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Guess who’s (kind of) back?!

Sorry, guys. I tend to take breaks a lot just to refresh a bit, so don’t be alarmed when I’m gone for weeks or months at a time. It’s just how I roll.

Gonna work on some drafts. Clean up the blog a bit.

Even so, my activity will be sporadic, most likely.

Sorry again for the unexpected absence! <3

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Source

[elvenking]

Thranduil Oropherion | King of the Woodland Realm

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bravelink

Our muses’ relationship in one pic.

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// I honestly think one of Thranduil’s favorite pass times at this point is to annoy the shit out of Link.

Sorry not sorry bravelink

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    He didn’t oppose the small amount of affection the elven king seemed to be     showing him at least in this form. It certainly wasn’t the first time someone had,     knowingly or unknowingly he was in fact a human, done the same thing. Nor was     it completely unpleasant perhaps a bit odd due to the fact of what he truly was.     The small act did fit with the king’s words of them perhaps getting along. Of course,       there had been many disagreements with them in the past and certainly with this     current meeting. The only reason they didn’t seem to oppose each other at the moment       was Link’s limited ways to disagree. He could growl or bark even use his body in ways      to show his disagreement or displeasure with the king. But it wasn’t any way to really      carry out a full conversation. Mostly just yes or no gestures. 

    While the hero did thing they could get along at times he knew the large majority      would be disagreements. Yet, he didn’t purposely oppose what the king said he     certainly didn’t try to make the king think ill of him. He simply couldn’t agree with     everything the king said or did. He knew trying to convey this message would be     really useless in this form so he merely nodded his head softly as he did before.     He even allowed his tail to wag softly which was something he had learned could     reflect his positive reaction to things. 

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His smile only grew at his friend’s--acquaintance’s?--wordless replies. The subtle nods. The slight wag of his tail. As incapable as he was of properly communicating, he was still doing a fair enough job getting his emotions across. One thing the Elvenking always admired about the animals of the world: their ability to reveal their feelings through such small means. Such tiny efforts. No pointless rambling or grand gestures. Just one look. One twitch. One single movement revealed it all.

                And despite Link being a human seemingly trapped in a                 wolf’s body, he acted his part well. Must’ve been quite the                 natural occurrence for him.

“I much like you in this form, young hero.” Thranduil canted his head as he traced a finger up Link’s chin. “Quiet, obedient. Civil, even, for what most would consider a beast. Perhaps you ought to consider making this transformation of yours permanent.” He leaned back slightly, tapped his finger teasingly against the wolf’s nose.

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King Thranduil was correct, of course. The terms he used meant nothing to him, though Sheik was able to garner a little knowledge from the man, the elf, rather. While Silvan and Sindar meant nothing to him, knowing that they were of elvish descent, and elvish language, was a small comfort. At least he had a name to put with the people of Mirkwood, and their king.

     “My people are the race of Sheikah,” he replied. “My aunt, Impa, is our matriarch, and we are tasked with protecting Hyrule’s royal family from the shadows.” He chose not to divulge any further information for the moment. While Sheik had no reason to distrust the Elvin king, Thranduil’s body language was a little off-putting… It seemed just this side of inhuman, and it put Sheik on guard.

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“Sheikah? I don’t suppose that is what your very name is derived from.” A spark of amusement danced in his gaze like a candle’s flame. Truly odd it would be, for one to be named after their own race. Thranduil might very well be called Sind if that were the case. But there was nothing to be gained from letting the humor of the situation steer the conversation.

                 After all, the Elvenking meant no harm by his jest, though                  was incapable of ensuring his guest taking it as such.

His attention dipped to his goblet of wine, and, swirling it gently, he proceeded with, “We appear to be in similar situations, then. I cannot say I’ve encountered any of your people before, much less heard of them. How honorable it is that an entire race is dedicated to the royal family.”

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Kidnapped! { AU }

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  ❥- The young hobbits sat there, her feet dangling and sometimes   bouncing at the music heard. Everything on her plate had often   made her taste buds want more. After the lack of food for so long,   it wasn’t wise to over do it in one night. As hard as it was she   restrained herself, eating only what was given to her on her plate.

  Ilia was in the middle of taking a sip of her drink, rosy cheeks   deepened a little as he spoke to her. Her first time sharing a meal   with Elves and Ilia had been very excited by it all. 

  “Really? It looks very lovely to me.” She said gaze about. Her   attention returned the the elven king and smiled up at him. “Well   we live in hobbit holes in the hills. It’s very beautiful in the Shire,   there so much life buzzing about. I’ve made friends with the   children and taken very good care of the animals around. The   summer feasts and fireworks are my favourite. Everyone forgets   that I’m not very hobbitish and enjoys themselves. I think you   would enjoy it.” Her eyes lighting up as she spoke of her home. 

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The Elvenking was surveying her closely, no matter how subtle his actions. One who hadn’t eaten anything of substance in so long would be prone to consuming too much--an issue that would weigh on her health if she was not careful. Much to his relief, though, the Hobbit acted aware of the risk. She ate her fill, drank a generous amount of the sweet wine between her bites, and all at a steady pace.

              Hobbits were much cleverer than they appeared. Not to               mention particularly surprising in more ways than one.

They resided in holes?

               His pale eyes shifted away from her face as he mulled                over her words. Seemed odd. Almost uncivilized without                the true knowledge of how hospitable these Hobbit holes                really were. In his own mind, it merely sounded like a                filthy tunnel within the earth: the living space of something                far more animal.

Though, his less than positive thoughts of Ilia’s living space were wiped clean at the mention of what she referred to as fireworks.

               “Forgive me, but I am ashamed to admit I have not heard                anything of the sort that you call ‘fireworks.’ Are they                particular to your own people? Something to accompany                your merry-making?”

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     —-Bard’s eyebrows lifted at this advice, more of surprise than of anything else; truthfully, he had not given such things much thought of late. He’d been too occupied elsewhere. But the words were wise, and he accepted them for what they were. “I will do my best to keep it in mind,” he assured, inclining his head slightly towards the elf before him.

     A smile, though grim, passed over his face at the mention of the battle and the dragon. “I do realize it, though it does not mean I should be less grateful for it. Friendly relations or not, it has been a large help to us,” he said. “I confess I am sleeping easier at night, knowing the beast to be dead, but I wish that it could have been less a hardship on my- the people of the town. But we are doing well enough now, much in part to you. Which, as you are here, would you care to see the progress that has been made thus far? I would be more than happy to show you, if you would like.”

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The bowman always was one to take Thranduil’s advice with care, heed his words while simultaneously staying true to his own beliefs. He was his own man. Confident, yet more than willing to listen to the input others offered. Unlike men the Elvenking had dealt with in the past, Bard wasn’t at all arrogant. A fine trait--refreshing, to say the least.

                   Though Thranduil’s previous phrase of advice still stood.                    Too much modesty, and the handful of men that were full                    of conceit would have their king-to-be right under their                    fingers. And there was a certain amount of fondness                    Thranduil harbored for his ally that he never wished to                    see him so easily taken advantage of.

“To say the destruction of your town was unfortunate is but an understatement. However, such events will not always be preventable. What matters now is your dedication to rebuilding what you have lost, and I imagine not many could perform better than you have been.” Which had been truthful, really. The people of Laketown were lucky to have a natural leader take over when their lives were put at stake.

                    At Bard’s suggestion, the twitch of a humored smile played                     at the corner of his lips. “I suppose you could say that                     is my reason for being here, and though I take your                     word for it, it wouldn’t hurt to see for myself.”

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[leviackereman]

This faithless woodland sprite.