Repeat after me, Riddikulus.

I’m the worlds okayest artist

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“Your fathers trip to Imladris is going well henig, he states here that you and I are almost ready to travel to see him, Estelion will take us in a fortnight so start thinking about what you want to bring with you” 

“I will get to take Braig and Lhoss with us right?”

Mirilendis smiled and glanced over at the fox cubs nestled next to Legolas “I would hope so, we can’t very well leave such trusted beasts to do nothing here in Eryn Lasgalen…what if we need protection?” 

Legolas giggles “they’re still just babies! Besides, I thought Estelion was supposed to protect us?” 

“Estelion will always protect us, nothing ill will befall us while he’s near” 

“Merilindis? Do you think there are elflings in Imladris?...Will I have anyone to play with?” 

Merilindis looked at the little prince and smiled gently “I’m afraid that…you might be the youngest of our kind henig, at least…that I’ve heard of, but lady Arwen and her brothers are very kind and very nurturing, I’ve heard the brothers are very energetic and I’m sure they’ll get you into all kinds of trouble even though they’re no elflings anymore” 

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In my mind, Legolas is one of the youngest elves in middle earth

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Pride and prejudice anyone?

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“State your purpose, human”

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me : *knowing damn well there’s no new posts in the aralas tag*

also me : *searches anyways*

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The Reluctant Bride (French: La Fiancée Hésitante, sometimes translated as 'The Hesitant Fiancée'[1] or 'The Hesitant Betrothed' is an 1866 oil painting by Auguste Toulmouche

Departing from Toulmouche's usual paintings of a single woman, this work is a more complicated composition showing a group of women in an opulently decorated room. The figures congregate in the lower half of the canvas, with the upper half devoted to the flamboyantly decorated room and its gilded furniture.[3] The scene is set shortly before the wedding of the central young woman, waiting in a parlour or drawing room with her bridesmaids. The woman in the centre is seated in a flowing white satin silk dress with high collar trimmed with white fur. She stares out at the viewer, with an ambivalent expression that has attracted various interpretations ranging from anger to resignation to her arranged marriage.

My own take on this classic painting is The reluctant Prince, Legolas is obviously not getting married but he’s being crowned the crown Prince of Mirkwood and sole successor, trapping him in the realm and he’s feeling the crushing pressure of it and suffocating presence of his father. Also, a special appearance of Legolas’s mother, first time drawing her. I love and feed off of eedback

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And I never minded being on my own

Then something broke in me and I wanted to go home

To be where you are

I wanted to give Legolas a pet and a fawn did make sense but foxes seemed to fit him much better.

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A moments rest

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“Get back, you foul beasts of Mordor! Back to Dol Guldur!” Merilindis hissed, voice raw. Her breath came out in frosty bursts, fogging the cold night air as she swung her blade in a wide arc. The spiders hissed and scurried back. 

“You are not getting him!” she spat again, drawing the child closer. Legolas whimpered against her shoulder, his small hands gripping her torn sleeve. His sobs were muffled against her neck, but his trembling told her enough.

Her limbs ached. Her vision blurred. The venom that grazed her skin burned like liquid ice. Still, she would not yield. She planted her boots into the soil, blood and mud mixing beneath her, and raised her sword again, steady though her arm shook.

The spiders encircled them tighter, their eyes gleaming like shards of obsidian, their mandibles clicking with hunger. One lunged—she pivoted, blade flashing, severing a leg with a wet snap. Black ichor splattered across her cheek.

“Come then!” she shouted into the chaos, voice breaking but fierce. “If you crave death! Come and claim it!”

Her heart pounded, the sound loud as a war drum in her ears. The weight of exhaustion pulled at her like lead, but she forced herself to move, to breathe, to fight. Somewhere in the distance, the faint sound of horns echoed—Thranduil’s guard, perhaps. She prayed they were close.

“Hold on, my little prince,” she whispered, her voice breaking as her sword arm drooped. “Your father will find us soon… I promise.”

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“Get back, you foul beasts of Mordor! Back to Dol Guldur!” Merilindis hissed, voice raw. Her breath came out in frosty bursts, fogging the cold night air as she swung her blade in a wide arc. The spiders hissed and scurried back. 

“You are not getting him!” she spat again, drawing the child closer. Legolas whimpered against her shoulder, his small hands gripping her torn sleeve. His sobs were muffled against her neck, but his trembling told her enough.

Her limbs ached. Her vision blurred. The venom that grazed her skin burned like liquid ice. Still, she would not yield. She planted her boots into the soil, blood and mud mixing beneath her, and raised her sword again, steady though her arm shook.

The spiders encircled them tighter, their eyes gleaming like shards of obsidian, their mandibles clicking with hunger. One lunged—she pivoted, blade flashing, severing a leg with a wet snap. Black ichor splattered across her cheek.

“Come then!” she shouted into the chaos, voice breaking but fierce. “If you crave death! Come and claim it!”

Her heart pounded, the sound loud as a war drum in her ears. The weight of exhaustion pulled at her like lead, but she forced herself to move, to breathe, to fight. Somewhere in the distance, the faint sound of horns echoed—Thranduil’s guard, perhaps. She prayed they were close.

“Hold on, my little prince,” she whispered, her voice breaking as her sword arm drooped. “Your father will find us soon… I promise.”

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They’re talking about boys

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Do you think Legolas ever made references from 300+ years earlier

Just completely forgetting that 7 of the other 8 members of the Fellowship were not around to witness whatever thing he was referencing

Legolas: The sky is as dark as the Great Eclipse of 2490, what terror that wrought! How did you fare during that terrible month?

Aragorn: ???? 7 generations of my family have lived and died since then ????

It would definitely make Legolas sad as 2490 was like a week ago and it would put into perspective the brevity of mannish / dwarfish / hobbit lives

On a much lighter note, maybe Legolas tried to make pop culture references to them all, but his references were 300+ years out of date so they all called him grandad

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“I don’t want to see Ada, he will be mad”

“Oh Henig… I’m sure he’ll just be glad you’re alright”

“No! He will be furious! I broke my bow and lost my diadem, he will punish me”

“Legolas, fear not, he will just be glad that you didn’t hurt yourself falling down that tree…tell you what, how about you take a bath and let me bandage you up then tomorrow we will go together and find your diadem?”

“Alright… but don’t tell ada yet!”

“Vandanyë”

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More young Legolas and his governess Merilindis, she is so close to my heart and I love creating art with those two. Also young Legolas is just so precious

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“The Old, Old Story,” executed by the artist John William Godward in 1903, is an oil-on-canvas genre painting belonging to the Neoclassicism movement. Measuring 71.5 by 86.5 centimeters, this artwork currently resides within a private collection.

The artwork features a serene interaction between a young man and woman. The young man, standing to the left, is depicted in a relaxed and contemplative posture, his hand resting on his hip as he gazes towards the woman. Draped in a purple tunic, his expression suggests an earnest engagement in conversation. The woman, seated slightly elevated to the right, appears poised and thoughtful, extending a single white flower towards the young man. Adorned in a flowing, peach-toned gown with creamy drapery, she sits atop a stone ledge covered in a leopard skin, against a backdrop of classical architecture. Grape vines above them signify the setting as peacefully idyllic and bathed in soft, natural light, capturing a timeless moment of emotional connection.

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The Princes and the Princess of Mirkwood

Ok, so, I ignored the will of the people and did what I wanted when it came to Thranduil's kids. In my head there are 4 total, all of which are cool and awesome and magnificent, and so freaking adored by the people.

(from left to right)

Hadriel (4,278 years old) is the only daughter of King Thranduil and the head of the royal guard. She is a kind but fierce warrior, considered the best, second only to her father.

Aendir (4,893 years old) is the eldest son of Thranduil and the Crown Prince of Mirkwood. Where Thranduil is hard and stubborn, Aendir is soft and open. He is a truly worthy prince.

Caelreth (3,906 years old) was the youngest son and, as third in line for the throne, has devoted himself to his books instead of weapons. He is often underestimated for his love of knowledge, but there are few better at uncovering information left in Middle-earth.

Legolas (35 years old) was a happy accident, born just a few years after the Battle of the Last Alliance. He is the youngest and the last elf to be born in Middle-earth. Elves are not usually born in times of turmoil, but in the brief years when the Elves believed themselves free of Sauron, he was brought into this world. A final blessing, as Mirkwood sees it.

Of course, Thranduil loves them with all his heart, so deeply that it brings tears to his eyes when he thinks of them.

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Besties being Besties

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“I am not your mother, but that does not mean I don’t love you as my own”

“Merilindis?”

“Yes Legolas?”

“Do you think naneth misses me?”

“My hína, I think she misses you most of all”

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Merilindis is my very own character that served in Mirkwood as Legolas’s governess.