Tall Beech Tree

❝ I am a forest, and a night of dark trees; but he who is not afraid will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.❞ Indie Oropher, King of the Silvan Elves of Greenwood the Great. Father to Thranduil. Multi-ship and Multi-verse semi-selective fc:Harry Lloyd from GoT

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DO YOU EVER CRY BECAUSE RICHARD ARMITAGE THINKS HE’S UGLY AND BORING AND DULL WHEN HE’S ACTUALLY THE SWEETEST MOST AWKWARD LITTLE MUFFIN ON PLANET EARTH BECAUSE I DO

[lisathevampireslayer]

“Guardians Of The Galaxy outtake reveals a surprising dance off”

[ignisgayentia]

#SURPRISING? #ARE WE REALLY THAT SURPRISED #CHRIS PRATT WAS ON SET EVERY DAY #ARE WE SURPRISED #WHERE HAVE WE GONE AS A SOCIETY IF WERE FUCKING SURPRISED AN ACTUAL DANCE OFF HAPPENED DURING A SCENE ABOUT A DANCE OFF WITH FUCKING CHRIS PRATT (via winterzchild)

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[ t ] hat moment when you should be writing an essay

and you're instead scrolling through tumblr

[elvenking]

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♛ The Royals of Mirkwood ♛

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[elvenking]

Thranduil’s hair appreciation post  (ﾉﾟοﾟ)ﾉﾐ★゜・。。・゜゜・

[brothersandlovers]

"i would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone" arwen to aragorn; lord of the rings, the fellowship of the ring

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me: *accidentally starts to ship something*

me @ me: honestly what the fuck

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[the-hobbit-that-lived]

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"Can you come tuck me in?" { kiddy Legolas~ }

[ W ] ith a gentle nod of his head, he offered a small smile, ” of coarse, henig. “

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" will i fit ? " he questioned, taking note of the size of the bed. He figured he would, for it wasn’t that small.

Oropher nodded his head, ” as you wish, little one. ” He then moved, laying himself beside his grandchild.

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Legolas scooted over, allowing room for the other, though it was not much. “Ada says I’ll get a big bed soon,” The Prince assured as he nestled against Oropher’s waist, laying his blond head in his grandsire’s lap. 

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[ G ] entle fingers laced through the child's hair, lightly combing through the soft golden locks. " i'm sure, young one. " He couldn't help but smile at his innocent words. Oropher missed the times when his own son was this young.

" you're growing up quite fast, little leaf, " his voice was soft and smooth as he spoke.

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" you dare offer me insult ? “

" this is not your land, and therefore you have no rights. i will not discuss this matter any longer— with you, or your kin “

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"You threaten my family, elf!” 

"That is something that does not sit well with me." 

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" then perhaps your family shouldn't trespass in the lands of another. "

" or do i need to remind you of who angered who first ? "

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"Let me sing for you." ~alasseoftheriver

With a tilt of his head, he directed his attention towards her. ” alright… ” he began, ” … i’m all ears. “

alasseoftheriver

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[ S ] uch an action surprised him as well. As she dropped her hand, he reached out, taking hold of her hand in his own before it was completely to her side. He held it there, a feeling of warmth washing over him as his eyes searched her face for a reaction. ” don’t apologies… “

Never had he held the hand to a servant, and for a very long time he hasn’t held the hand of anyone— not in this way. Oropher held her hand as if she was more to him rather than a lowly servant, as if she was fragile and if he held her too tightly she would break.

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Alasse stared into the eyes of the King, her heartbeat fast and irregular, and her breathing shallow.  The warmth of his hand against hers was almost enough to make her swoon, and the way he was looking at her—

No man had ever looked at Alasse in such a way.  Not that she had ever anticipated such looks from the men of the palace.  After all, she was very aware of how different she was from the women of the Elves.

"I-I…" she stammered softly.  "I didn’t mean to…to be too forward…"

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" [ n ] ever. . . my lady. " He took her hand, lifting it to his lips and kissing it softly. He lingered there, his eyes never leaving her own. Soft and gentle he was, the walls he spent so long building inside himself now crumbling. Only towards her was he ever this kind, this loving. To the rest he seemed cold and distant; not seeming capable of affection of any sort. He was polite at times, yes, but being polite and showing affection were two different things.

[alasseoftheriver-blog]

Bedmates - King/Servant AU

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[ H ] er reply caused a thin smirk to spread across his face. Oropher reached for the door to his side, slowly shutting it and locking it soon after. All the while never moving from his position. When the door was shut, he turned his attention to Alasse completely.

Thin lips moved from hovering next to her ear to planting tender kisses on the crook of her neck. With each movement, he grazed her soft skin, tickling it with his lips.

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For a moment, Alasse stood in shock and a little bit of fear as Oropher closed the door and locked it.  Then, his lips were pressing against her skin.  A soft gasp burst from her lips without her meaning for it to, and her eyes fluttered closed.  Heat pooled in her belly, and her chest felt as though a bird were trapped behind her ribs, rather than her heart.

She didn’t move to respond to his kisses, only tilted her head that he might have better access to the soft skin of her throat.  Such an act was one of submission, she knew, and would likely let him see how she was willing to do whatever he needed of her.

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[ A ] hand placed itself on her lower back as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, now beginning to nibble and suck on her skin; after each, he would leave a light kiss. The sweet movement continued, making his way to her jaw and eventually her lips. Once there, he parted, his face now inches from her own. Dark eyes, now a striking violet in the dimmed lighting, stared into her own-- want and lust fogging his gaze.

In an instant, he pressed his lips against her's, not being able to hold himself back any longer. He ran his hands down her sides slowly and tentatively, feeling every curve.

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☠ ~alasseoftheriver (because I'm not tormenting Oropher enough)

send ☠ for my muse to hold your muse in their arms, dying.

[ I ] t was silent. The air held a terrible sadness, thick with the memories of screams and deaths from the hours past. Bodies littered the land; elves, orcs, and men. It was a heart breaking sight, although most didn’t survive to see it anyway. Only a hand full of the people of Greenwood survived, most of which already making their way back home. Though one stayed behind. The King.

He walked across the land, over bodies of friend and foe, some faces he recognized, many he did not. Some of the ones among the dead shouldn’t have even been there— some healers, who had been in camps attempting to save some men and elves, though the camps were destroyed by orcs.

A great sorrow filled his heart as he continued to pay respects to the ones lost. War was a terrible thing. It truly was. So much death and destruction, and for what ? 

Purple-blue hues scanned the many still faces on the ground, instantly freezing once he came across one in particular. His heart stopped beating, so it felt, a feeling as if someone punched him in the stomach. In an instant, the elf king ran, armor and all. As quickly as his legs would carry, he rushed over to the still form.

He knelt at her side, carefully scooping the body up in his arms. His head was hazy, disbelief fogging his mind. Tears threatened to form as wide eyes stared at her face. ” … no… ” he breathed out, figuring her dead, unaware of her still beating heart.

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Alasse slowly blinked her eyes open, her entire body weak and aching with pain.  She had been helping as a healer, trying to tend to those who were wounded in the battle.  What she had not anticipated was the camp that the healers had set up would be attacked.  Unable to defend anyone as well as she wished, she had been taken aside and—

Her mind shied away from that memory.  Looking up blearily at the figure holding her, her mind supplied a name; Oropher, the King.  Smiling weakly, she groaned weakly in an attempt to speak and catch his eyes.

"My King," she croaked.

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" [ y ] ou're alive. . . " disbelief washing over him. His grip tightened around her slightly, feeling as if he let her go she would vanish. It pained him to see her like this-- so broken. His heart ached in his chest as he held her there, wanting to help, not knowing what to do. She must be severely injured. And if so, moving her would deal her more harm than good. 

The King shook his head slowly, moving a hand to brush the hair out of her face. His fingers stroked her cheek lazily as he found his words, ". . . i'm going to help you. "

[laidre-archived]

                             you’re my person, i need you alive                              you        make          me        brave.