#mirkwood

[punkedsolar]

Mirkwood watercolour study, version 1. Black mixed with French Ultramarine, Pthalo Green and Medium Cadmium Red. 🎨

[tehcherrya]

Little Prince of the forest, whom does not yet know the sorrow this world may bring, May you forever be cradled by the heart of a vigorous spring. Though there is no dimming the shadow beyond, there is hope that you might find joy within these woodland walls. You are loved more than you know, for a green leaf is a proud reflection of the tree from which it falls

Legolas meaning "Green Leaf"

Thranduil meaning "Vigorous Spring"

Oh how I love incorporating the etymology of names into character art, it brings me much joy. I was also motivated to draw some Thranduil and a Little Legolas with some forest imagery. Really brought out the illustrator in me composition-wise.

We really need some more soft family content from these two, I genuinely believe that after all Thranduil experienced in his early life, and the loss of his own father, that he would vow to care for and make sure his son had a good life.

Alt. Version Below!

[mxliv-oftheendless]

So if yall didn’t know, in The Hobbit book, Thranduil had the Dwarves locked up for approximately weeks, and Bilbo was just invisible and wandering in the palace the entire time, vibing miserably.

My headcanon, therefore, is that the Mirkwood Elves now have a local legend about a ghost haunting Thranduil’s palace, never seen but generally thought to be harmless. Thranduil scoffs at the idea, but has been seen glancing around at the dark corners of rooms. Legolas fully believes in it and is known to say hello out loud when he enters an empty room, in case the ghost is nearby.

It’s not until Legolas joins the Fellowship that he figures out that the supposed ghost was actually an invisible Bilbo the whole time. He never tells Thranduil, because he thinks it’s funny to see his regal father unnerved by the idea of a ghost.

[nimphelos]

legolas wearing a maple seed cape 🍁🍂

[evankart]

[wife-of-legolas]

For all that is talked about, Legolas does not get nearly enough praise for how kind he is.

Joins the fellowship on a mission almost guaranteed to take all their lives in sacrifice without blinking. Never uses his title of prince and, in fact, doesn’t mention it at all. Takes part in the battle despite it having little effect on him, with his people sailing west and leaving the war-torn shores.

He rebuilds the rubbles of cities destroyed, makes the world better and filled with life, both flora and fauna. He stays beyond the calling of the sea, resisting the desperate urge engraved in his bones calling him to sail. He, with a gentle hand and a brave heart, handbuilds a ship and takes the risk of bringing Gimli along with him.

He doesn’t have to, but he did.

[mikhalson]

Forest prince in the cradle of his kingdom

[sweetgothpeach]

𖥻 ׁ ׅ 𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐲 ! ׁ ׅ 🧵

Pairing: husband!Thranduil x Wife!Reader.

Sumary: You are your husband's personal tailor, and he always wants your touch on everything.

Contains: established marriage, playfully rude Thranduil (he calls reader a Madwoman ), "slightly" pregnant!Reader, Kinda ooc ( maybe ? ).

400+ words

Peachy's note : English isn't my first language, I did this in the middle of the night (🥲), its my first time trying to write something for thranduil, Just testing to see if it would work.

I DON'T FEED MY WORK WITH AI, YOU SHOULDN'T EITHER!!!!

Made by @sweetgothpeach !!!!

Among the trees, she were seating with a needle and the finest embroidery threads from all Mirkwood in her hands, gold and green leaves were being woven onto one of her husband tunics, Thranduil had said that his new, freshly made tunic seemed incomplete when he put it on before her.

The tunic, in a dark shade of green with gold details, seemed "plain" to his eyes, as almost all his other clothes would have been tailored by his beloved wife.

"It seems... boring, there's nothing here that is..." The word "boring" rolled onto his tongue, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction as he looked at himself in the mirror.

"Mine?" she lifted her body from the bed shared by the couple, going to him and letting her hands slide down the tunic that was on his body. "I can arrange something for you!".

He gently held her hand, preventing her from going any lower. "Careful, Meleth nín, you know exactly how you got to this beautiful state." He brought her hand to his own lips as he gazed at her " Oh".

She shook her head slightly with a smile on her lips, drifting out of the memory, losing focus on what was in her hands, the needle made a small prick in her finger, causing her to let out a small cry of surprise.

The hurried footsteps were unmistakable, the not too soft taps on the ground certainly belonged to someone in a hurry.

He scanned her with his eyes, one of her hands was resting on her belly, and the other was raised in the air, showing him her index finger.

"Isn't that a magnificent shade of red?" A small pearl of blood formed on his finger. "An embroidery thread of that color would look great with black fabric!" The tension in his shoulders, though almost imperceptible, gradually fadded.

"You're a madwoman, I should have known that from the start!" Thranduil took her hand carefully, examining it. "But... it's a beautiful red indeed!" the heavy sassy tone carried in his voice.

"And not satisfied with just the Madwoman, you had a child with her, and now after almost 3,000 years, you wanted to have another!" She said, his eyes drifted down to where her other hand rested, and a sigh of disbelief escaped his lips, he would never win that argument with his loving wife.