When The Hobbit Characters Accidentally Walk in on You Changing (GN!Reader)
Requested by no one other than me because once again, I did this for LoTR and never did these guys 😁
Balin
After weeks of traveling with such a massive group of dwarves who were far too comfortable with each other, your sensibilities were finally able to drop. The comfort and satisfaction of walking around in one’s underthings was strangely unmatched, battles and hard sleeps and pony rides of tension beginning their slow drain from every side of your strained body. A smile of amusement crossed your lips as you searched through the assortment of bottles resting atop the carven, pure-white vanity. Painted or did elves have white wood? “By my beard! What are you doing?” Snapping your gaze from some sort of pleasant-smelling pink tincture revealed to you the sight of Balin, his back to you and his long deep red coat dropping from his shoulder. Shuffling closer and still backwards, the older dwarf extended a hand, coat dangling from it. “I do believe you’ll be needing this.” Chuckling at his dry words and sweet gesture, you slid his coat on. “You can turn around now. Thank you, Balin. What do you mean what am I doing? Lord Elrond said we could bathe and all I meant was to do just that.” “Next time, my friend, you may like to try locking the door unless you want to stop an old dwarf’s heart.”
Dwalin
“When I get my hands on that…” A deep frown creased Dwalin’s tattooed forehead as he stood in the doorway half-turned away from you. He’d swiveled right as those stony blue eyes of his had caught side of you bent over, only the fabric of your undergarments as distance between him and the unthinkable. “Dwalin, forgive me,” you urged, stepping back behind the screen from whence your new clothes had fallen, “But I swear I did not know!” “Not you,” the dwarf shook his head, gaze upon the floor still hardened, “Kili. Little prince thinks he’s a hoot sending me here. Not right, that is. Not right at all to make a joke of you like that.” “A- a joke?” Maybe you weren’t the most confident in the world, but joke? That was a sting a blade could never inflict. “Your safety is no joke and neither are you. I shouldn’t be here. Not like this.” At that addition, Dwalin shook his head, sparing one final glance with a very different darkness about his eyes, one that warmed you to your core. Never had you realized how seriously he took you until that very moment, you realized with a faint involuntary smile.
Thorin
Divine comedy was the only phrase echoing in your mind at the timing; your robe hit the ground in exact synchronicity with the opening of the door. The heavy thing had flung open to reveal none other than the King himself, heavily clad as always in fur linings and armored garments. One heavy intake of breath was all you managed as you stood still as a statue, watching Thorin as if from outside your stiff, almost entirely naked form. His eyes widened, his breath seemed to visibly hitch, and his brow creased in great focus. Heat crept beneath your cheeks as you caught this, but in a moment it was cut by a sharp gasp. Thorin’s head swung violently away from your form and back to the wall, his head lowering in what seemed to be shame. “Forgive me. I did not mean for this to happen,” he apologized, one hand tightening into a fist. “You? I will never forgive myself unless I ask: did you… like what you saw?” “Like what I…” The king’s voice was so sudden, eyes such intense blue flames upon you as you bent over, gingerly plucking up your robe, that you thought him angry until he spoke again. “Why do you hesitate so? What is this disbelief I hear? Forgive me once more, but only a fool would not have liked what they saw.”
Oin
“Oi! Dwalin! I brought that salve.” “Do I look like Dwalin to you?” You teased, venturing popping out your head and one bare shoulder. “Not a mite!” Oin shouted, pointing and laughing heartily. “Now off with you,” you shooed, draping your arm around the door and waving a hand at your company medic. “Nothing I haven’t seen before!” Oin simply shot back with more laughs. Warmth rose beneath the curves of your face. “Well, I suppose…” “For my job, ya wee pest,” he teased, still smiling widely and joyfully, taking his turn to wave a dismissive hand, “but don’t you worry none. Yours would be a much nicer sight than all o’ that!”
Gloin
“Oh, I— Oh!” Gloin’s expression opened from mild shock to a jaw fully dropped. You stood before him fully in your undergarments, a sight you’d hardly offered up to any of Thorin’s company. “Sorry,” you squeaked, “I hadn’t the foggiest anyone would be—” “Sorry?” Gloin cut you off, rounded mouth of shock sharpening into a smile you could almost describe as dreamy. “Never should such a sight as yourself need to apologize. Would the sun apologize for shining so bright?” “I…” This time, your tight stance relaxed and your words faded away. “Do you really…?” “Of course. I mean it all. Farewell.” A final smile and glance down and Gloin was off from your sight, but certainly not your memory.
Bifur
A string of Khuzdul phrases alerted you to the presence, dropping you to your knees in a panic. Folding and peering over the bed, your fingers clutched at the edge of your sheets as your eyes met Bifur. His thick, ragged brows twitched up and down teasingly as he muttered more words that made you grateful they were foreign. Cheeks reddening, you reached down, taking up a sock and hefting it at the doorway with your full might. “Get out!” You shouted, though your rage was quelled by uncontrollable laughs that blended with Bifur’s as he put his hands up in surrender and turned tail.
Bofur
“Whoa there, don’t let the wind catch ya!” Shock bubbled forth from your springing system as all but a scream. After all, you had not exactly expected to face anybody with your bare hindquarters that evening. Your half-hunched leap probably made you look like a startled cat and also faced you with your unwitting intruder, he who had been on the receiving end of…well, your end. “I hadn’t intended to!” You snapped, only half aware your guest was Bofur. “Easy there,” Bofur’s gloved hands waved for mercy, your name escaping his lips as jovially as usual, “I’ll happily turn back ‘round. They said the first room on the left was open. All I wanted was a little place of my own, honest.” Had it been another member of the company you may have doubted it, but from Bofur? You believed him. Sighing, you nodded. “I’m sure you did, Bofur. Next time, though? I suggest you try your other left.” “I don’t know, though,” he teased, quickly disappearing out your door with a wink, “Right’s quite the sight!” He was gone before you could cover up again or even hardly process his words.
Bombur
Button after button surrendered to your will, finally giving way for your drapery to fall at your feet. You cared not, a smile crossing your face as cool air struck your skin. A bath. More than anything were you anticipating sinking into the warm water, layers of your travels sinking just as your first layer had. Shirt removed, you next unfastened the thick leather of your belt, relief from the weight of your weapon shuddering through you again. “Incredible.” Spirits as high as yours had you simply smiling and nodding in agreement. You had even hummed pleasantly before you started clambering for your shirt. Your eyes left your scrabbling fingers and marble countertops to see Bombur’s stout figure, which had already turned round the other way. “I-I’m sorry. All I needed was Bofur’s belt, he left it here after the fire last night! I hadn’t known I would see such…” He faltered, soft-spoken nature seemingly increasing by the minute. “Something so…” “Incredible?” You repeated, your own voice barely audible. From Bombur’s profile you caught a faint bob up and down. A nod. Flushing, you crossed the room to give him an affectionate stroke on the cheek. “I will fetch your brother’s belt. Is there anything else you want while you’re here?”
Dori
The bathwater was the perfect temperature. Sighing contentedly, you ran your hand through it, pleasant moisture lapping your palm. You’d already gotten down to your underclothes before realizing you left your sword in the other room, and you were not bathing without that right by your side. Not after so many things had just chased you, picked you up and threatened to eat you, shot at you, and worse, the way they leered. Emerging from one doorway of your temporary chambers revealed quite the surprise, however. Starting, you called out Dori’s name before anything but his presence registered. Namely the fact that he was making like you just had and stripping down to his skivvies. Head snapping up, Dori gave a yelp of his own, not even managing to enunciate your name before he hit the deck, diving down to the floor. “Is this your room?” He half-inquired, half-bemoaned. “I thought so,” you quipped, “Now I’m not quite so sure.” The sight of the classy dwarf splayed out upon his belly on the floor had you in chuckles you couldn’t hide. “Get up, it’s alright. Clearly someone here is confused. But I will say this tub the elves have is quite too large for one person. Care to join me?” Dori’s head finally popped up, all wide blue eyes and round red cheeks. “Join you?” “We’ll keep on what we’ve got and have a soak. What do you say?” “I,” Dori stammered, “I say yes, thank you. But please let me wash your hair to make up for this all.” “You have a deal, Dori.”
Nori
The conniving dwarf before you didn't even skip a beat. "Ah. Well hello there," he commented at the sight of you unbuttoning your tunic, fingers reaching up to rapidly tear at his own fastens and eyebrows twitching high, then low in rapid succession. "Ack! What are you talking about?" By contrast, you exclaimed in surprise and tugged your tunic back on backwards, the back open and facing back away from Nori. "Don't stop for my sake! No need to be shy now." "Shy? I wasn't exactly expecting company," you shot back, glancing back and forth between the floor and the dwarf's disrobing, his upper layer almost completely stripped off. "Well, you know what they say," Nori commented with a wink, "Everything is better with company."
Ori
You had, perhaps unfortunately, chosen to don your clean garments facing the doorway, meaning Ori caught you head-on. And much more on. You stood there helplessly in naught but your undergarments as he squeaked and clapped mittened hands over his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he exclaimed, though your name came out like a hastily added whisper, “I didn’t mean to, honest I didn’t! I- I…” Ori trailed off and despite the flame of embarrassment raging beneath the apples of your cheeks, you stood stock-still, paused in anticipation of his next words. “I’ve never… seen anyone like this before,” he completed his sentence sheepishly, peeping between his fingers just enough so you could see his eyes meet yours. And only your eyes. “Well,” you chuckled nervously, eyes never leaving his as you reached behind your back for the nearest piece of fabric to cover your chest, “I do apologize your first one had to be me.” “Don’t,” Ori stammered, “I am glad it was you. That is, I mean, not to say that I thought about it—” “It’s alright, Ori.” He audibly exhaled, deflating in clear relief and making his way out of your room as if finally remembering why he’d first gone there. “Maybe you will now.” “What?” He spun around on his fur-lined-booted heels. “Nothing,” you replied with a faint smile.
Fili
“Mahal…” Many of your company members, you suspected, would have addressed your present situation in some rowdy way. Louder, at least, but as you turned, tugging the robe the elves had left for you around your chest, you felt a faint shiver of anticipation at the whisper. Awestruck, almost reverent, was the single word, as though the sight of you completed the prayer. Your eyes met Fili’s with a shaky smile. What did you say? What could you say? “My apologies. I thought this room was free.” “I’m sorry,” Fili immediately rotated away from you, arms folded and all but clutching each other across his chest, “I should have left. But you… You…” He was frozen there, boots all but nailed to Rivendell’s pure stone. “You were a thing more beautiful than I could imagine.”
Kili
"Brother, where did you leave my— Ah." Striding confidently through your door was none other than prince under the mountain Kili, black hair streaming as he swung his head your way. A deeply familiar smirk split the prince's facial symmetry as his dark gaze crawled up your form. "You aren't Fili." "No, I am not!" You countered, pulling your luxurious loaned robe tighter over your shoulders. “But while I’m here, I might as well join you,” Kili shot back, smiling expectantly up at you and fiddling with the hem of his trousers, “Return your favor a little. ‘Tis only polite.”
Bilbo
Stepping around the wonderfully painted screen the elves of Rivendell had so graciously provided you, you hummed faintly, reaching for the belt they had left you. When your eyes slid along your shelf of discarded and new clothing alike, however, they traveled to a further and much stranger sight. There you stood, upper layer half-on and half-off, fabric tumbling off your shoulders by the moment, meeting suddenly the eyes of a shirtless Bilbo Baggins. A shirtless Bilbo Baggins who gave an instant single cry of shock and desperately began clawing at the bed for his discarded, tattered garb. “Bilbo, what are you—” The hobbit pointed your name right back at you. “What are you…?” “Changing, clearly! I’m just wondering why the servants would have placed us both here,” you replied, waving an indignant arm and somehow forgetting to dodge back behind the screen. Your eyes also seemed to forget how to behave for a moment, as did Bilbo’s. The hobbit suddenly looked quite red. “Drat!” He said. “I should have known.” “Should have known what?” “Not to listen to Kili for what room to go to. He must’ve thought I would like to see…” Your eyebrows shot up, but you said nothing. “Well, I would! I mean, no I would not, but there’s nothing wrong with… seeing… um…” “I understand, Bilbo, and if I may be so bold I thank you. Worry not, though, I’ll go back behind the screen and we can pretend we’re talking to the walls.” “Yes, I…I would quite like that.”
Thranduil
“And to what do I owe this pleasure?” A deep voice purred from behind your back. Your bare back. Barely stifling a yelp, you dodged behind the shockingly elegant screen that had wrest your attention the moment you entered the room you’d been sent to. Your head tenderly emerged to the sight of none other than the king himself. Thranduil stood in the middle of your changing room, long robes flowing at his back and one single brow arched. Faint amusement curled upon his lips as he awaited your answer. Had his remark been sarcastic? Difficult to assess when you had seen firsthand the dark clouds of disdain that obscured his sky-blue gaze. No such storm seemed to rage, but his words… Words. You found yours, lowering what could be seen of your head in deference. “My apologies, My Lord. I was allowed to change. They sent me to this room.” “I hardly imagine they did,” Thranduil contradicted, smile growing slowly, “For these are my quarters.” All the heat sapped from your face instantly, your jaw falling. “But they—” “Made a mistake, it seems,” Thranduil finished for you, his smile reaching such a peak as to make you feel like a fly caught in a spider’s web, “Now the question remains…who do I punish for this? I daresay the choice is yours.”
Feren
You’d only removed your outer armor plating when a sound ripped you from your concentration. Your back had been to the doorway; turning around, you saw a body tumble back as if shot, clattering spectacularly against the door. Tossing aside your breastplate, you crossed the room to see… “Feren?” Shooting up just as fast, Feren rose to his feet, expression blank as if you’d stumbled upon him birdwatching. “Ah, yes, I believed this room to be empty. I see I am mistaken.” The Silvan guard made to practically scurry away, but you caught him by the shoulder. “I was only taking my armor off,” you told him with a catlike grin, “No need to be so afraid of me. If anything I am even more vulnerable now.” To punctuate your sentence, you undid one button of your tunic, then another. “Afraid?” Feren repeated, swallowing and meeting your eyes. “You are mistaken. I feared only that you would fear for your safety. But here you are practically inviting me! Why, had I been an assassin you would be long dead.” “Oh, yes?” You goaded, fingers toying with the edges of your blade. “Yes,” Feren agreed, “Indeed.” You took another step forward, grinning again at the way he reddened and stepped back. “I rather think we are both vulnerable,” you teased.
Bard
A shadow loomed at your back. Tightening your fingers around your robe, you whirled to face it, aware exactly where you’d set your weapon and hand flexing at the ready. The sight you were met with, though, was simply Bard, who backed away the moment recognition flashed in his eyes. “Oh,” you sighed in relief, tension instantly melting from your body, “‘tis only you, Bard.” “Only me?” He questioned, posture rotating to the side and glance shifting gingerly sidelong. “I mean that positively,” you reassured, waving the hand that wasn’t holding your robe closed, “Of all that lot out there, you are the one I trust most.” Bard’s dark eyes shone, a soft smile rising along his profile. “That means a lot,” he said, bowing his head briefly, “truly. I take my leave.” Barely a step sounded outside the door; a smile crossed your own lips next at the realization that Bard was standing right outside your door, eyes on the remaining company. Another rush of relaxation coursed over you as you dropped your robe with new ease.
Beorn
Warm fabric melted off your back, a rush of air striking your newly exposed shoulders. The tunic you'd been wearing had seen far better days and frankly far too many of them. Your own muscles felt quite the same dirt and fatigue, weariness taking you as you stood in place. The click at your back barely registered, the voice you heard finally snapping you around. "Ah! My apologies, I did not know, I..." Never had you seen a man so large look so small as did Beorn in your doorway as you turned, tugging your nearly-discarded garb hastily back about your shoulders and feeling it tumble back down over your collarbones. His normally ironclad posture was even a bit hunched, which brought a soft chuckle to your lips knowing it belonged to a man who never wore a shirt of any kind. "You are quite forgiven," you replied, giving a teasing smile and watching his reaction as you let the fabric fall just the smallest bit more.
I like the headcanon that Legolas is considered weird. Even to other elves. He's a wild child that's connected to the forest in a very deep way. He talks to the trees and isn't too great at talking to other elves, men, dwarves, etc.
As an elfling, many others wanted to be friends with the Greenwood prince, but he was said to be strange, sometimes behave as an animal, and was prone to spacing out, as if staring at something invisible. Certain fabrics or foods would send him into screaming fits.
Legolas was saddened by his lack of friends and grew closer to his father and his father's advisor Feren (Feren is kind of a 'do-everything-guy', he is Thranduil's advisor and Legolas' nanny). And as Legolas grew up, he started to hate how he was and would cry for being so different. That is until he meets Lord Elrond, an elf so similar him. Lord Elrond's twin sons took to Legolas very quickly and they became very close friends, them being used and to their father's behavior meant they understood Legolas and didn't leave him for his eccentric behavior.
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Did I AuADHD code and headcanon Legolas and Elrond? Yes. Yes I did!😊
I always laugh for no good reason at this scene. Those background elves be like: welp. 🫤 this was awkward.
family drama just happened in front of them, I mean, what happened next? Awkward silence? Yeesh.
Warnings: ⛔️MINORS DNI⛔️ SMUT! Language (duh), P in V sex, Voyeurism, Threesome, Double penetration, Rough Sex, Freak nasty sex, Dom/Sub, Master/Pet, MFM, Porn without Plot.
Summary: Thranduil wants to reward his loyal guard with a “gift”.
Word count: Almost 2.8K
a/n: I have no words for this chaotic hot mess of a story haha. Lock me up in horny jail.
Thranduil chuckled as he wiped the excess juices from the strawberry off your pretty lips. “Careful, Pet. We just had this dress made for you, it’s fine silk.” Thranduil said.
“Yes, my Lord.” You giggled as you sat in your master’s lap as he sat on his large throne. “I shall be more careful.”
Your master was in a regular meeting with his head guard, Feren, discussing plans regarding the growing threat of spiders coming from Mirkwood. Feren couldn’t help but stare as he watched Thranduil's large hands roam over your body. One hand occasionally caressed your rear. His eyes watched intently as your lips curled around the fruit you were eating. He observed how the tiny dribble of juice traveled from your mouth further down your chin. His mind imagined the most impure thoughts. All he could think of was what it would be like if it were his seed spilling out of your mouth.
“Feren?” Thranduil’s voice jolted the guard from his thoughts.
“Yes, my Lord?” Feren replied, and you could hear the panic coating his voice. Feren cursed himself for looking at you so shamelessly. He was usually much better at stealing quick glances at you when Thranduil wasn’t paying attention, or so he thought.
“Did you hear me?” Thranduil’s cool voice sent a shiver down Feren’s spine. Thranduil smirked, aware that Feren hadn’t heard a single word he said. Thranduil knew where Feren’s eyes were, more specifically, on whom they were fixed on.
Before Feren could answer, Thranduil let out a chuckle. “Pet, go get ready for dinner.” Thanrduil instructed as he cupped your face. His thumb gently stroking your face. “We have much more to discuss and I don’t want you bored.”
You obediently nodded, “Of course, my lord.” You gave Thranduil a peck on the lips before you got off his lap to leave. “Bye, Feren.” You flashed a smile at the guard as you exited the large throne room. Thranduil waited to hear the slam of the large doors to continue.
There was a brief moment of silence before Thranduil spoke. “She’s exquisite, isn’t she?” Thranduil stood as he stepped down from his throne. “A mortal whose beauty outshines even an Elleth.”
“I’m not sure what to say, my lord.” Feren replied nervously. He wondered where Thranduil was going with this.
“It is fruitless to lie to me, Feren. Considering how long we’ve known each other.” Thranduil said as he sauntered over to Feren. Thranduil’s icy gray eyes met Feren’s as he stood before him. “I’ve seen the way you look at her.”
“My lord, I am so-” Before Feren could muster an apology, the King interrupted him.
“I am not angry with you, Feren. Do not apologize.” Thranduil smiled. “You know, I worry about you.” Thranduil spoke as he slowly paced.
Feren let out a chuckle. “My lord, you shouldn’t. Much more important things to worry about.”
“Feren, you have served me since I became King.” Thranduil objected. “I know the sacrifices you have made to do so.” Thranduil understood how consuming a job like this could be. Feren was the best and undertook it without complaints. Thranduil also recognized what Feren had sacrificed to fulfill this role. Feren hadn’t married yet, and with such a taxing job, he wouldn’t have the time to meet an Elleth to marry. “I know the desires you have, Mellon. I see the way you look at her.” Thanduil spoke nearly in a whisper as he stood directly opposite Feren.
Thranduil was portrayed as cold and heartless; however, while he had his moments, he genuinely cared about his people and their well-being, particularly those who worked for him, like Feren, who gave up their lives to ensure Thranduil and the Elves of Mirkwood remained safe.
Feren’s heart was pounding against his chest, unsure of where Thranduil was going with all of this. “What are you alluding to, my Lord?” He asked nervously.
“I’m going to give you a gift you will not be able to deny.” Thranduil smirked.
“My Lord, I-” As Feren prepared to protest, the Elven King interrupted him.
“You can and you will.” Thranduil retorted. “You will meet me after dinner in the east wing guest room chambers.” Thranduil said cooly as he dismissed Feren.
Feren, terrified and also incredibly curious as to what the King meant by all of this, nodded his head before he left. It’s not as if he’s really allowed to disobey Thranduil.
Thranduil made his way to you before dinner to ask you about his “gift” to Feren. Thranduil knew it would take no convincing to do this for him. He knew you would do anything to please him. Such a good pet you were.
After dinner, Feren made his way to the guest quarters. The only sound echoing through the hallways was the steady beating of his heart. He knocked firmly on the door until he heard Thranduil's baritone voice inviting him to enter. The room was dimly lit, with the flickering reddish glow of the fireplace as the only source of light. Thranduil sat in a chair facing the bed, and what was on the bed made Feren's heart skip a beat—more specifically, who was on the bed.
You sat on the plush bed in a short babydoll chemise that was sheer enough to leave little to the imagination. Feren could immediately feel the heat rising to his pale cheeks. He quickly looked away, turning back to Thranduil. Thranduil chuckled in his seat, enjoying Feren’s reaction to you. “I told you. She’s exquisite,” said Thranduil. “Feren, (y/n) wants to show you her appreciation for taking such good care of me. Isn’t that right, Pet?” Thranduil asked you.
Feren looked over at you, nodding gently and offering a soft smile. He then glanced back at Thranduil. “Appreciation?” Feren asked, his mind racing with corrupt thoughts as he considered what the two of you had conjured up.
Feren would be a liar if he were to say he hadn’t fantasized about you. He fantasized about him taking care of you during the rare occasions when Thranduil left for business and had to leave you behind in the safe sanctuary of the castle. He pictured replacing your fingers that you used to pleasure yourself with his. Feren remembered one night when he came close to kissing you. It was the very first time Thranduil had to leave you; he had to meet Elrond in Rivendell. You had cried the whole night. Feren comforted you, and you hugged him. You had looked up at him with your beautiful, bright eyes. He held your face and wiped away your tears. For a split second, he thought about kissing you.
Thranduil’s normally bright silver eyes had almost a dark wash over them. “She wants to take care of you the way she does her King. Tonight, I will share her with you, mellon nín.”
Feren’s eyes widened at Thranduil’s proposition. Thranduil noticed Feren’s shocked look. “You can do whatever you want to her as long as you don’t leave a single mark on her skin or spill your seed into her.”
Feren nodded as he slowly walked over to you on the bed. One would think this is a setup, but that’s not who Thranduil was. Feren knew that and trusted him.
You flashed him a coy smile of invitation when he approached the bed. Feren smiled back at you; he cupped your face in his hand. His free hand slowly unlaced the ribbon that held the top of your chemise together. Feren slowly lifted the thin fabric off you. You could feel goosebumps form on your skin as the cool breeze slowly crept onto you. Feren paused for a moment to drink in your form. You stood on your knees to give him a better look at you. His eyes stared at your exposed, now naked body. You could feel your cheeks redden at the attention from both eyes looking at you. “Beautiful, is she not?” Thranduil cooed, almost bragging.
“Very.” Feren chuckled in agreement as he brought both of his large hands up to your chest. His hands began to knead your breasts. You let out a gasp as you felt his fingers toy with your now hardened nipples. You let out a whine as you felt Feren give your lips a kiss and slowly make their way down your neck to your chest. The tall Elf lowered himself so his mouth could attach itself to one of your breasts. You bit your lip as you watched his tongue flicker one of your nipples. Feren stood back up and cupped your face into his hands, and pulled you into a kiss. He hummed softly as your soft lips massaged his. Your lips were plush and silky. Feren had kissed plenty of Elleths in the past, but it didn’t feel like this. You possessed a warmth that seemed to be unique to humans. Feren’s hands moved to your hair and gently fisted themselves into your locks. You moaned as you felt Feren’s tongue enter your mouth, his tongue tangled with yours. You could feel the heat getting warmer as the kiss deepened. You broke the kiss, and your hands immediately went to unlace his trousers. One of Feren’s hands went to pet your head, trying to get your hair out of your face.
“Slowly, Pet. You want him to enjoy this.” Thranduil purred.
Feren was engrossed in the moment; he almost forgot Thranduil was still watching. You nodded as you pulled Feren’s already hard member out of his trousers. Giving him a couple of smooth strokes before you gave the tip a kiss. Feren moaned at the feeling of your soft lips kissing him there, and slowly feeling himself sink into your warm, wet mouth. His hand, which was tangled in your hair, slowly helped guide you as your head bobbed. “So beautiful.” Feren managed to groan out as he watched your mouth devour his hard cock. He almost burst when you made eye contact with him. Your cheeks hollowed as you sucked him off. The only sounds that could be heard in the room were the crackling of the fireplace, the guard’s moans and the slurping sound of your mouth on his cock. You moaned as you could feel the salty taste of his precum mixing with your saliva. He tasted good, although not as good as your master’s seed in your mouth. “Oh, I do not know how much longer I can go if you continue on.” Feren stuttered. You slowly pulled your mouth off of him, sucking up as much of his cock before you let him free with a pop sound.
You let out a surprised gasp as you felt him immediately push your body down onto the bed as he kissed you once more. Now lie down on your back. You moaned as his mouth slowly trailed down your stomach. Feren pulled you closer to the edge of the bed now as he kneeled on the floor. You let out a moan as you felt him kiss your heat. His tongue swiped across your folds as he began to lap up your wetness. Feren pulled your legs onto his shoulders as he began to tongue fuck you. You cried as you felt his warm tongue enter your pussy. Your head turned to look over at Thranduil. He smiled at you while he rubbed himself through his trousers.
Thranduil was more than enjoying what he was seeing, and it was absolutely noticeable. There was something about watching someone pleasure you the way he did. Watching someone absolutely worship you. As possessive as he could be, there was absolutely nothing he loved more than seeing you be happy. You deserved that and more.
You let out a whimper of pleasure when Feren’s mouth attached to your clit and finger fucked you. The sound of his fingers pumping in and out of your wetness fueled him. Hearing you beg for release turned him on even more. You tried to form a sentence begging him for more, but your words were incoherent.
You could hear Thranduil say something to Feren in Elvish. Your Elvish wasn’t good enough to make sense of it. It wasn’t until you felt Feren curl his fingers inside you, hitting your spongy spot, that you realized what they were saying. Noticing how close you were Feren attached his mouth back on your pussy as he tasted your release. You cried out as the pleasure washed over your body. Feren gave you a moment of recovery. He kissed you again before he flipped you over on all fours. You arched your back perfectly for him as you assumed the position. He slowly teased you as he rubbed the tip of his cock against your folds, before he slowly pushed himself inside you. He let out almost a feral moan as he felt himself be fully engulfed by your tight pussy. He let out a curse in Elvish as he slowly began to thrust into you. His hands were tight on your waist. You cried into the sheets of the bed as you felt his large member slide in and out. He wasn’t as large as your master, but he was still large in size. You should’ve expected it, especially since all of the Elves are so tall. Feren grunted as he began to relentlessly pound into your tight heat, his cock dragged itself into your wet walls. His hips hitting bouncing off of your plump ass created a clapping noise. Your hands fisted into tight balls as you gripped the fabric of the bed, holding on for dear life. You could feel how desperate he was, you could feel his need as he impaled you with his hard cock. You were so lost in pleasure you almost didn’t notice a hand fisting your hair. You felt the hand pull your head up by your hair to see Thranduil standing in front of you on the opposite side of the bed. You looked up at him with wanton eyes as Feren continued to pound into you.
“Can the King’s sweet pet handle another?” Thranduil cooed as his other hand slowly pumped his hard cock. You nodded as you opened you presented your mouth for fucking to your King. “Good girl.” Thranduil praised as he entered his cock into your mouth. He moaned as he felt your mouth take him with ease. His hand guided your head as he fucked your mouth.
Feren’s pounding into your pussy helped ricochet as Thranduil fucked your mouth. You felt Feren’s hand sneak over to your cunt and begin to rub your clit again sending you into overdrive. Your moans vibrated off Thranduil’s thick cock. You could feel your strings loosen up again and feel yourself drifting off into oblivion once again. The feel of your cunt convulsing caused Feren’s orgasm to come close as his thrusts in you grew sloppier. Feren quickly pulled out of you and spilled his seed onto the sheets. He laid there for a moment as he caught his breath.
Thranduil pulled himself out of your mouth and picked you up into his arms. Placing a gentle kiss on your lips. He laid you back down on the bed on your back. Feren still next to you. Thranduil laid on top of you. He placed a deep kiss onto your lips before sliding himself into your dripping wet cunt. You moaned at the sensation of him filling you up. Thranduil cupped your face with his hand; he stroked your cheek with every thrust. His silver eyes stared into yours, not breaking eye contact. “Give me one more, Meleth. I know you have one more in you.” He whispered hot and heavy into your ear. He peppered kisses along your jawline. You gave in to the feeling and let go. Your orgasm washing over you one final time. Thranduil continued thrusting into your already overstimulated pussy, as he came closing in on his orgasm. Thranduil grunted your name as he finished inside of you. His hot, white seed filled the deepest part of you. Thranduil placed a deep kiss on your lips, the two of you whispering, "I love you," to each other. You smiled as you felt Feren plant a couple of kisses on your hand. Thanking you and Thranduil.
Later that night, your King drew a warm bath for the two of you as he bathed and pampered you. Reminding you how much he loved you.
Can you tell us more about how the woodland realm guard works? Like their divisions/cohorts, heirarchy of officials, roles/skills, and how the Thranduilions fit into the guard (or what roles they hold/would hold?)
What an awesome question! Thank you so much, Anon! This is a BIG topic but I've been raring to talk about it, so I will get right down to it. Buckle up, it's a long one!
The Armed Forces of Eryn Galen
(Part 1 of 2)
Warriors of Eryn Galen: Prince Turhir, Elvenking Thranduil, and Crown Prince Mirion (Commissioned artwork from @killer-laurent)
A BRIEF HISTORY
The armed forces of Eryn Galen were led by Prince Thranduil himself at its formation upon the establishment of King Oropher’s rule.
Apart from Thranduil being a better warrior than his father, his circle of friends during the Second Age were also very skilled fighters who became his first captains. The Silvans of Greenwood greatly admired Thranduil from the get-go and were willing to follow his lead.
The military might of Eryn Galen was relatively small during the Second Age--no more than 5,000 soldiers strong.
Military strength was not one of Oropher’s priorities during his rule, and there was no immediate need for it. His and his council’s intention was to keep Eryn Galen’s territory safe but to never interfere with outside conflicts and the affairs of other kingdoms.
At Thranduil’s behest however, this policy was broken with the decision to send Greenwood forces to the War of the Last Alliance, which led to the decimation of two-thirds of their army.
After that, Thranduil made a commitment to strengthen Eryn Galen’s forces in preparation for future battles. However, the losses at Dagorlad also carved in his heart a deep respect for the lives of his people and appreciation for their willingness to follow him to the death. He knew this was a power he had to wield with great care. [“Long will I tarry, ere I begin this war for gold.” - The Hobbit, Chapter 17]
Thranduil’s command of the armed forces lasted until the early part of his own kingship, until TA 314 when he passed it on to his son, Crown Prince Mirion and gave him the title of “General”. From thereon, the armed forces were overseen almost entirely by Mirion, aided by his brother Turhir, allowing their father to focus on helping the kingdom prosper during peacetime.
In the first millennium of the Third Age, Eryn Galen quietly grew into the strongest Elven military force in Middle-earth; most of Middle-earth simply wasn’t aware of it because that force was almost never deployed beyond Eryn Galen’s borders.
DIVISIONS
Eryn Galen’s armed forces had two main divisions: Maethyr (Warriors) were deployed for warfare or during times of attack, while the Dorthyr (Guardians) kept watch over the Woodland Realm even during peacetime.
The numbers estimated below were from during the height of Eryn Galen's military strength, which was in about TA 900-1000. There was some overlap between the two divisions, with a minority fraction of the Dorthyr being trained Maethyr who were deployable for battle as needed.
The estimated full muster of Eryn Galen at its strongest was 10,000 soldiers.
MAETHYR: WARRIORS
Singular: Maethor
Strength: 8,000 total soldiers
The function of Maethyr was to fight for the realm in case of attack and march to battle in other lands during times of war, as commanded by the Elvenking.
Enlistment to the Maethyr was completely voluntary and had appropriate compensation. Nearly 10% of Eryn Galen's adult population were enlisted--most as reserve--and committed to fighting for the King as soon as he mustered the army.
Active vs Reserve Maethyr
Barring special exemptions, all active Maethyr and their families lived in Barad Aithron, a fortress in Thangail, the province under the regency of Prince Turhir.
Reserve Maethyr lived as regular civilians until they were called to service for a specific purpose. They were expected to train regularly to keep their battle skills honed, and every winter were required to pass a rigorous test administered by the Master Trainer. Failure to pass would result in return to formal training in Barad Aithron.
About 500 reserve Maethyr were also Dorthyr (see note above).
CAVALRY
Strength: 300 riders
* All cavalry were active soldiers. They were the best horsemen in the realm.
* Active Cavalry during peacetime served as Eryn Galen's horse trainers and breeders.
* They taught other Elves of the realm to ride as required or requested.
* They were the only soldiers trained in lance and were expected to be masters at this. Their secondary weapon was the sword, and they were also expected to be excellent duelists.
* Crown Prince Mirion himself was considered part of the cavalry.
HOTHRON-I-MAETHYR: FOOT SOLDIERS
The Hothron-i-Maethyr were divided into spearmen and archers:
HEDRYN / SPEARMEN
Singular: Hadron
Strength: 4,000 soldiers (1,000 active, 3,000 reserve)
* The Hedryn--especially the active ones--were the most highly trained soldiers in Eryn Galen. They were expected to master a wide variety of weapons, including hand-to-hand combat.
* Their primary weapon, however, was their trademark spear, specially designed to retract to the size of a short sword, which enables them to transition quickly from long-range to short-range attacks and vice-versa.
* Active Hedryn during peacetime also worked as builders, carpenters, and blacksmiths under the Crown's service.
ARCHERS
Strength: 3,700 soldiers (500 active, 3,200 reserve)
* Apart from the bow and arrow, Archers were armed with twin long knives.
* Active Archers during peacetime did rotations as border scouts and sentries, particularly along the western border of the Greenwood and the lands beyond up to and down the length of the Great River.
DORTHYR: GUARDIANS
Singular: Dorthir
Strength: 2,500 total soldiers
The charge of the Dorthyr was to watch over and defend the lands within the borders of Eryn Galen, the people of the realm, the royal family, and all those taken under the protection of the Elvenking.
Dorthyr were always “active”; being in the army was their primary occupation, and a lifelong one for many of them.
SENTRY
Strength: 2,000 soldiers
* Sentries were stationed all throughout the regions and provinces of Eryn Galen, with their numbers depending on population sizes.
* Majority were assigned in the eastern and southern regions of the forest since the Maethyr were already based in the northwestern lands, and the Elvenking and Crown Prince’s palaces were centrally located.
* Sentries were ultimately in the service of the Crown, but took their orders from the governor of the province they were assigned to.
* Sentries upheld the law of the Elvenking within the realm’s borders. They helped settle disputes between citizens and protected against acts of aggression. (Elf-on-elf hostility was taken seriously and often brought before the Elvenking/Elvenqueen to judge.)
* As patrollers and lookouts, Sentries valued keen senses and quick thinking as well speed and stealth of movement, over combat skills. They were expected to have extensive if not total knowledge of the forestland. They were also more likely to know multiple languages.
* Their weaponry was similar to that of the Archers, and much of the overlap between the Maethyr and Dorthyr were Sentries being reserve Archers.
Smaller divisions falling under the Dorthyr include:
HUNTERS
Strength: 300 hunters
* Hunters were a special non-combat division who, on behalf of the Crown, hunted animals for food or resource, population control, and taking down / capturing creatures that were dangerous or needed for study.
* Apart from having expert knowledge of the landscape, they were also the most learned about wildlife, and worked with the scholars of the realm to study and keep records of the forest populations.
* They helped the Sentry with scouting, and while going about their jobs were counted on to be extra eyes and ears around the forest.
* After the darkening of Eryn Galen, nearly all hunters became spiderhunters.
PALACE GUARD
Strength: 250 soldiers
* The palace guards divided their service between two households: Bar Lasgalen, the grand palace of the Elvenking, and Bar Himlaeg, the smaller palace of the Crown Prince.
* Their charge was simple; to protect the royal residences, residents, and their guests.
* They also manned the only prison in Eryn Galen, located underneath Bar Lasgalen.
* They formed part of the Royal Escort as needed (see subsection below).
KINGSGUARD
Strength: 4 soldiers
* They were the elite bodyguard of the Elvenking, who accompanied him on his travels and rode by his side in battle.
* All were hand-picked by the Elvenking after being nominated by the Master Trainer.
* Considered a position of great honor and prestige, often requiring years of army service and special distinction.
* Although service is not for life (no vows of celibacy or poverty required), most Kingsguard served until they were dismissed or died.
* The Captain of the Kingsguard also had commanding authority over the Queensguard and the Royal Escort.
* Feren is the most notable member of the Kingsguard, later in his career serving as Captain during the time of the Battle of the Five Armies.
QUEENSGUARD
Strength: 5 soldiers
* Similar to the Kingsguard in almost all aspects, except there were 5 instead of 4. The rationale for this was twofold: (1) to symbolize the value placed upon her by the Elvenking--above his own; (2) her family believed she must have at least as many bodyguards as she had sons.
* The Elvenqueen herself selected members of the Queensguard. Elvenqueen Maereth kept the practice of changing her Queensguard after a number of decades in order to give as many soldiers a chance at the honor as possible. She also favored younger and less experienced soldiers, believing it would foster confidence and loyalty in them--much to Turhir’s disapproval and chagrin.
ROYAL ESCORT
Strength: Varies
* The Royal Escort were bodyguards utilized by any member of the royal family whenever they travelled, primarily for protocol.
* Escorts came from members from the palace guard who were specially designated and trained for it.
* If the King or Queen were the ones traveling, their escorts always included their personal guards.
* Depending on the traveler, travel route and destination, the number ranged from as few as 2 to as many as 12. There were protocols that dictated this if the travel was for official royal business.
To be continued! Coming in Part 2: Ranks, Recruitment/Training, the Roles of the Thranduilions
