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F🌟A🌟B🌟U🌟L🌟O🌟U🌟S
a gift to the fandom's 2014 era that raised me.
Wild, Tender Thranduil...
I don’t write the Thranduil that most people write. I write the young, wild, brooding Thranduil who never even entertained the idea that he might someday be a leader, much less a king; who rejected the sociopolitical paradigm of Doriath and went (along with his father) to search for his peace amongst the forests and the scattered Avari tribes in the wild; who would disappear in the forest for weeks until his father sent soldiers to look for him; whose father would always check his arms for freshly-artificed cuts when he was gone a little too long; who would try to do right by ordinary people but, at the same time, chafed under the rigid, elitist, patriarchal structures of his own people and, because of that, always felt like a failure; who fell hopelessly in love with a forest and, purely by accident, one of the quiet forest creatures that lived there; who never wanted to be king and never required her to be queen, or even to marry, because she was a healer… just a healer… and after 6 milennia, that was all he ever needed her to be.
At the Wedding of Death and Time
by Marisca Pichette
He is robed in leaf litter, his hair
a crown of seeds.
His groomsman pour wine onto their feet...
No invitations were sent and none
received. All guests remembered
when the moss bloomed and seeds
cracked free of their shells --
the wedding was complete.
We shared a single pomegranate,
sweet and bitter soaking our tongues
as they departed into the dark
of a new moon.
We need more gentleness, and less pretense, in this world. ❤️
Thranduil pic is from @chicotfp and the dryad pic is from Magic: the Gathering.
FanFiction Thranduil - Taste Me...
11.09.2023 - 1322 Words
Content: Masturbation of the Elvenking :-) A little bit of randy Thrandy... how we love him...
Your freshly married husband Thranduil was in one of his meetings til late at night. You were patiently waiting for him in your common bedroom. You didnt see him for the whole day, except for a few minutes between his kingly appointments. So you longed for him and wished he would be done with his daily business finally. You was between the sheets for quite a while, naked and trying to sleep but your eyes were closed and your fingers began to wander over your own body. Pretending those are his fingers...
Suddenly you heard him cursing out there on the corridor. That last meeting didn't seem to went well... But he opened the door carefully and stepped in. You pretended to be sleeping already and wanted to surprise him when he sneaks into your bed. You watched him undress through your halfclosed eye lids. The rustling robe fell to the ground. So did his shirt and boots and then his pants... and his expensive underwear.
He slowly lifted the blanket and snuggled himself on your back. You moved and he recognized you're awake. „Heeey, I thought you're sleeping...“ he said and kissed your neck very gentle while his big arms hugged your whole tiny body. You pressed yourself against him. „Have you had a bad day, love?“ you asked him.
„Not now anymore“.... he answered and kept going with this tiny neck kisses which slowly turned into a bit biting. „What do you do there?“ you said playfully.
„That meeting was so boring, I was thinking about you all the time...“ he said with a silent whispering voice. He smelled your hair and murmured softly into it. „I even wanted to touch myself between the meetings.. because you're weren't around. I wanted it so badly. But of course I couldn't."
When he told you that his voice became rougher and his breath faster. You felt his growing arousal on your butt and moved your hand there to touch him. But he still held you tight in his arms and you couldn't really reach him. „Ssssh... little Lady... I have something different on my mind.“ - „But I...“ - „Yes, I know you wanna touch me and I want that too, but first...“ he turned you on your back and kissed your breasts, his hands on your hips.
„First I want you to watch me.“ Well, the fireplace was still burning, it wasn't really dark in here and you could see him quite well. But it took you a second to get what he means.
„Oh... you mean, you want me to watch you... when you touch yourself..?“ you assured yourself you understood that right.
„Yes, I wanna see the lust in your eyes, when your eyes are on me.“ You felt your own spine shiver. He quite knew you like to watch him, the way he moves and talks and laughs. He knows, he's beautiful, you thought. But this was something new. A new fantasy and a secret new discovered desire of him.
„Don't feel shy, Baby, you can see all of me. I'm not embarrassed, you're my wife. The wife of Thranduil...“ he said. You became really excited now... hu...
„Yes, my Lord“, you grinned and kissed him softly playing with his tongue and running your fingers through the long strands of his hair.
„Will you watch me?“ - „Yes, my love... I long for you so much“, you answered. It meant much to him...
You felt his already hard big erection pressed on your thigh. His little bit dirty talk and the expectation of you watching him pleasuring himself seemed to have quite an exciting influence on him.
Okay, this was his fantasy of the day and you didn't mind. „Then... what are you waiting for?“ you asked him with a naughty grin around your mouth.
You still was laying on your back as he crawled between your legs and kneeled there, his right hand on his big length and his left on your knee. His five rings (one his new marriage ring) sparkling in the light of the flickering fireplace, one of them warmed almost every room in that large cave system.
Then he reached to the wineglass on your nightstand and he made his hand wet with a gulp of his Dorwinion Wine to make it glide perfectly over his beautiful cock. You smiled at him and whispered... „For how many things that wine is good for..“ His eyes were locked into yours and he slowly began to caress himself.
His long slender fingers moved up and down to find his own pace and he silently moaned to the rythm of his hand. His breath deeper and sharper with every second. He still kneeled between your legs with his thighs spreaded sitting on his feet and you gently fondled his belly while he kept going with his strokes. Moving his hand and his butt all together to find more and more pleasure on his way to release. He grabbed himself harder and moved his hand faster. His silver hair flooding over his chest and his face had an almost painful expression.
„My cock is burning... ", he whispered "I'm so... hhhhh... aaaa.. I'm so horny“.. He could barely speak.
„Let me help you“, you whispered back. „No... watch it“... Well.. the order of the King, you obeyed. Your own hand moved across your breasts and between your legs. To see his beautiful body like that, was to much for you. His soft skin was shiny from the thin layer of sweat on it. You wanted to kiss and lick that sweat away, taste him, smell him, touch him, feel him. You felt your own wetness running between your legs. He turned you on beyond measure.
And he turned from stroking and thrusting the length into massaging the head of his dick and you knew he was quite close then. He rubbed it, his finger glid across the little entrance of his cock and over the lower part between his glans and his length and you saw the tiny wet drops appearing on top of it and suddenly you urgently wanted to kiss them away... but you had your order.. watch it.. for now only watch it.
His moans got deeper and deeper and more laboured with time. He was almost screaming his pleasure into the night when you couldn't hold yourself anymore and touched his balls while he still moved his hand over his rosy penis, you listened to the sound his hand made. With a sharp groan he gave his consent to touch him.
The waves of lust were flooding higher and higher through his entire body, til the wave was going to break... „I am close...“ he gasped and changed his pace a bit into more intense strokes, felt it tingle deep down in his pelvis, the point of no return... and suddenly his cock was twitching in his hand and he squirted himself over your breasts and your belly. His orgasm was long and intense, he held his feelings back so many hours.
Silence... 💕
You touched and caressed his hair as he collapsed on your belly, his face and head on your wet skin. He was still panting, the only sound apart from the sparkling fire and you still fondled him tenderly. You palmed his head, then held his face in your hands. „I love you“, you whispered... „I love you too...“
He started licking over his cum on your breasts, then kissed your collarbone, your neck, your chin and your lips. You could taste him on his own lips. And it seemed to excite him beyond. „Mmmhm... I always wanted to do that in front of you.“ he whispered.
„Good Elf...“ you smiled... and kissed him again.
„Elves need not quite long to restore their energy... you know“, he said. „Give me a few minutes and then I'm into you as deep as you could never imagine.“ he grinned and wrapped his arms around you to hold you close and warm for the next few minutes... before it's your turn... You was shaking your head, chuckling, those fantasies of the Elvenking... It never gets boring with him...
The End...
Omg you guys I just realized:
We went from randy Thrandy...
... to randy Kandy!
Fight like Thrandy
Thranduil, be nice.
I found these glasses in Macy's today and they're obviously something that Thranduil would wear.
Adar & Thranduil— my two, favorite Elves, both "Kings with PTSD," set to Doja Cat. I heard this song and it <<needed>> to happen. Enjoy!