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[legolasoflasgalen]

Send Me ‘✐’ For A Handwritten Note For Your Muse From My Muse

@dianadistrictsix

[legolasoflasgalen]

🌿

Send 🌿 to catch my muses wearing nothing but a leaf infront of there private parts (Accepting)

@khamvl

His skin had become a thundercloud, dark and threatening like the ashen sky above them. After five days of endless marching on Mordor’s roads, the dust was sticking to his naked body as it wanted to obscure every light, no matter how dim it had become, from the Great Eye’s sight. Only the sweat created small patterns of light upon his skin, like flashes of lightning; and the blood on his feet, raw and injured from the sharp stones and thorns. 

Carefully, Legolas brought his finger to his leg and drew a line on one of the few yet unhurt places, when his attention was drawn by a glimmer of withered green. By some small miracle, a single leaf had attached itself to his groin, as if it wanted to shield the elf from the hostile gazes and snarls that had accompanied him on every step of his journey since he had been captured, and was clinging to it desperately. Had it been there the entire time? Had one of the trees of Ithilien given it to him, when it had watched the elven prince being dragged away in chains? Though it had browned and dried, it was the most beautiful thing Legolas had seen in days. 

His fingers were on their way to caress the leaf, when an icy voice made his blood freeze. He had heard it before, near the Anduin, when his bow had shot a fell beast out of the sky - but now he did not have a bow anymore, not even the smallest dagger, and the Nazgûl was in its own domain. Had someone predicted his reaction not a year ago, he would have challenged him to a duel - but here, in this dead and terrible land, Legolas could do but one thing. He ducked his head and cradled himself closer, and tried to hide his vulnerable body (and his trembling) from the Nazgûl’s view, praying to Yavanna that he would just pass, and leave the elf alone.

[legolasoflasgalen]

🌿 // From Mordu.

Send 🌿 to catch my muses wearing nothing but a leaf infront of there private parts (Accepting)@putrid-tongue

Legolas liked the waters in Ithilien. They were as pure and translucent as the Forest River in his home, but the creeks here were warmer and they murmured pleasantly as they made their way throughout the woods, bringing their healing water to the wounded fields and trees. Just like Nimrodel’s falls, their cool fingers cured all feet from their weariness, and dispelled all dark thoughts.

Cautiously, the elf dipped his toes in the river. The water was clear as glass. It was as if he was walking on dry rocks, instead of on the river bed. Would the rivers in Aman be the same? Of late, his thoughts were often preoccupied by the far away lands. Alas! The Lady’s prophesy had come true! No longer would his heart rest easily among his trees! He would sail and leave the lands of his ancestors, never to return. The gulls were already crying above his head - always crying, always calling. 

Sighing, the elf closed his eyes and leant back, until the waters of the river enveloped his head. It felt nice, soothing. Under water, there was perfect peace. Everything seemed muted, and yet crystal clear at the same time, as if all the troubles and all the storms belonged solely to Manwë’s skies, and held no power in this watery realm. If only he could stay here forever. He could stretch out throughout the river branches and protect his forest, nurture it, cradle it in his arms as the child it was, and his voice would mingle with the waves, to bring rest to his people.

But an elf had no gills and Legolas needed air. With some regret, he broke through the surface again - and froze. In his absence, something dark had crept near, something disgusting, unbidden and unnoticed. As soon as he had located the source of the disturbance, Legolas raised his chin proudly. In the crystal water, he did not bother to hide his body from the intruder’s view - instead, he walked out of the river, until the water was only wrapping itself around his ankles, and met the Mordu’s eyes challengingly.

                  — “Mouth. What an unpleasant surprise. Have you come to search for your death?”

[legolasoflasgalen]

(meme) “Close your eyes and pretend it’s all a bad dream. That’s how I get by.”

@askrossiel

Pirates Of The Caribbean: At World’s End Sentence Meme

Legolas was grateful for her support. Beautiful though Rivendell was, a sight for sore eyes, it was not the scenery that made the Valley so known for its healing. It was its people. Boring he had often called them, but that did them injustice. They were gentle and kind, soft-spoken and compassionate - and Rossiel was all of that above all others, safe for perhaps for lord Elrond. Still, her words brought him no comfort.

                  — “But what if fate makes no distinction between dreams and reality, Rossiel? What if that which happens on Namo’s paths, will also happen in my forest? The darkness is creeping forth everywhere. I fear my home will not be spared.”

[legolasoflasgalen]

" My heart will always belong to you. "

@conqueror-of-lemoncakes

Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End Sentence Meme (Accepting)

The logs in the fire (why the servants had made one, was beyond Legolas - even the winters in King’s Landing were warm, but perhaps it was a sign of richness) were creaking loudly. For a while, it was the only sound that could be heard in the room after Sansa’s bold claim. 

Pensively, Legolas studied the young maiden in front of him. Had he been mistaken in asking her whether she trusted him? It had been a necessary question - in the pits of the Lannister city, he needed to be sure that at least she would not actively try to fight him - but he wished it had not elicited such an explicit answer. After long, tense minutes, the young elf shook his head.

                             — “Those are dangerous words to speak in the South - especially by one who is promised to the soon to be king Joffrey I. Do not repeat them! These walls have ears, as you know.” Ah, do not be so stern with her. She has been through so much. But she has to learn. She has to know. This was not a child’s game. Still, Legolas’ eyes softened, until they were gleaming like the embers in the hearth.

             — “And yet, I am honored. I swear to you I will keep your heart safe, as well as I can, as long as I can, until you relieve me of my duties, or until I die.”

[legolasoflasgalen]

'test subject 626' [ because reasons!! lol! ]

@conqueror-of-lemoncakes

Legolas had forgotten many things, many things that others seemed to hold in high esteem, but that meant little in the eternal darkness of King’s Landing’s dungeons. Where he came from, for example - the faint memory of dark leaves and shadowy canopies offered little consolation - or what his life had been before this torture. There were smaller things too. The smell of grass. The feeling of sunshine on your bare skin. The freedom to walk without chains. In his cage, only darkness existed, from time to time alternated by the fire room, where the torches left imprints of their black smoke on the black walls, and where He was.

The elf did not know His name. He did not know whether he had ever known it. It did not matter. He had given him his own names. Pain. Torture. Questions. So many questions. Who he was, what he was, what he felt. Was he one of the Children? Was he one of the Andals? Was he one of the wildlings? I do not know. I do not know. Then the pain came, always different and always the same. No matter what techniques He used this time, it always ended up with Legolas passing out, and ending up in his dungeon, silent and alone and waiting for the next session, as it was called. 

Not this time though. This time, there was a Noise. An unfamiliar Noise. It was a voice, much higher than His. Ignoring the pain - it had become as normal as breathing - Legolas pressed his eye against the key hole and stared into the darkness. 

Test Subject Meme (Accepting)

[legolasoflasgalen]

RULES: YOU CAN ONLY SAY GUILTY OR INNOCENT. YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO EXPLAIN ANYTHING UNLESS SOMEONE MESSAGES YOU OR ASKS YOU.

REPOST DON’T REBLOG!!

Asked someone to marry you? innocent Kissed one of your friends? guilty Danced on a table in a bar/tavern? guilty Ever told a lie? guilty Had feelings for someone which you can’t have? guilty Ever kissed someone of the same sex? guilty Kissed a picture? guilty Slept in until 5pm? innocent Fallen asleep at work/school? innocent Held a snake? guilty Been suspended from school? guilty Worked at a fast food chain/restaurant tavern? innocent Stolen something? guilty  Been fired from a job? innocent Done something you regret? guilty  Laughed until something you were drinking came out of your nose? guilty  Caught a snowflake on your tongue? guilty  Kissed in the rain? guilty  Sat on a rooftop? guilty  Kissed someone you shouldn’t? innocent  Sang in the shower/bath? guilty  Been pushed into a pool pond with all your clothes on? guilty  Shaved your head? innocent  Slept naked? guilty  Had a boxing membership? innocent  Made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? innocent  Been in a band? guilty  Shot a gun crossbow? innocent  Donated blood? guilty  Eaten alligator meat? innocent  Eaten cheesecake? guilty  Still loved someone you shouldn’t? guilty  Have/had a tattoo? innocent  Liked someone, but will never tell who? innocent  Been too honest? guilty  Ruined a surprise? innocent  Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you can’t walk after? innocent  Erased someone in your friends list? innocent  Dressed in a man’s clothes? guilty  Joined a pageant? guilty  Been told that you’re beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said?  guilty  Still have communication w/ your ex? guilty  Cheated on someone? innocent  Got totally drunk one night and you have an important exam event tomorrow morning? innocent  A total stranger treated you by paying your fare? innocent  Got so angry that you cried? innocent  Tried to stay away from someone for their own good? guilty  Thoughts about suicide? innocent  Thoughts about murder? guilty  How about mass murder? innocent  Rode in a stranger’s vehicle? guilty  Stalked someone? innocent  Had a girlfriend/boyfriend? innocent  Gotten totally drunk during a holiday? guilty

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Tagging: @ji-indur​, @masteroftheseas​, @poppybrownlock​, @thepromiseofredemption​, @thepiratekingswann​

[legolasoflasgalen]

ff+ Sasha

@sashaofravenlock

By the Trees, if this was the last parchment he ever found in his house, he’d bring offers to all the Valar and the spirits of the forest! By now, the young elf was convinced someone from his own people had been hiding the texts, if not written them, even though he still could not comprehend why anyone would devote time and effort to these… things. Could it be the mystery would become clearer in this ‘gift’?

Naye, it was just another story, this time about Sasha. His cheeks reddened slightly. Had the mysterious author perhaps seen them in the meadow? He had been certain they were alone - but then again, he had also been certain no one could sneak up on him, and the writer - or its messenger - had done so repeatedly.

On the other hand, what he described now, was so far from how their afternoon in the meadow had been. Then they had been careful, gentle, taking all the time they had. The writer ignored all of that. His fiction was rough and quick, provocative and with all the vulgarity of a common poet who sought simply sensation and quick fame. Disgusted, he threw the parchment in the flames. Sasha should never see this. 

Fanfiction Meme (Not Accepting)