✦Thranduil Imagines: Imagine #1: Imagine waking up in an unfamiliar place with no memories of who you are or where you're at, and being in danger alt. Receiving a love letter from an unknown savior
✦Thranduil Imagines: Imagine #2: Imagine being a romanticist in Middle-Earth alt. Imagine being a novelist of the fantasy/romance genre in The Woodland Realm. Legolas being such a huge admirer of your works and The Elvenking joining in the bandwagon with him
✦Thranduil Imagines: Imagine #3: Imagine thranduil discovering you on a snowy winterday, half frozen and lost, trying to decide if he can trust you enough to bring you to shelter alt. Of Angels and Snowflakes
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❖The Woodland Prince, Legolas Thranduilion❖
✦Legolas Imagines: Imagine #1: Imagine giving birth to Legolas' child whilst he was out on his quest with The Fellowship to destroy the One Ring.
✦Legolas Imagines: Imagine #2: Imagine coaxing Legolas to wear the flower crown you made for him
✦Legolas Imagines: Imagine #3: Imagine Legolas helping you make flower crowns for the rest of the Fellowship.
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Series:
❖The Woodland Prince, Legolas Thranduilion❖
✦ Love, Lead Me On - The Hobbit/Lord of the RIngs Legolas x Priestess!Reader
Part 1: On the road leading to you, I’ll send a million I love you’s
Part 2: Misplaced Grievances, Taken For Granted
Part 3: The King Under The Mountain, Unlikely Friendships (in-progress)
✦ Home is where the heart is: Home is where you are - The Hobbit/Lord of the RIngs Legolas x Modern Day!Reader
Chapter 1: Ignorance is your new bestfriend
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Chapter 2: Age can be your frenemy
Chapter 3: Fangirling is definitely his enemy
Chapter 4: The modern world is the elvish blood’s archnemesis
Chapter 5: Ice cream is his mom-friend
Chapter 6: Beauty and the Beast is your childhood sweetheart
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❖The Elvenking, Thranduil Oropherion❖
✦ Can you feel the love tonight: Of oaths with hearts and swords - The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings Thranduil x Dunedain Vagabond!Reader
Part 1: The Imperious King to a Homeless Warrior
Part 2: The Loving Warden to a Weary Vagabond
✦ My heart’s a stereo: your name’s my broken record - A playlist for the hopeless romantic
The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings Thranduil x Reader (Modern and Canonical Timeline Aligned)
An: Hi everyone! I know I haven’t been posting for a long time now and I wanted everyone to know that I’m sorry for that! Been busy with things but this is a repost from my other account! Hope you enjoy it ^^ This might be bad! So please give me your opinion on this so I can change it!
You and Thranduil use to be the happiest married couple in middle earth, everyone was happy for you, it was a day that you will always remember the day that made everyone happy, the day that complete you.
But after 500 years of marriage, everything was going great, you both were happy with each other until he met her someone who will take away both of your happiness
Elerrian that was her name, the girl that took away your happy, the girl that took away your light, the man you love, she was the one who took it away.
Before you and Thranduil always sleep together in one bed but now she was the one that replaced you, you were send to sleep in another chamber while she and Thranduil sleep together happily.
You use to sit near him but now it was her. You use to walk together in the private garden but now it her who is walking with Thranduil.
She was pregnant with his child after 100 years of marriage. After 9 month the baby was born and was name Legolas. They were like a perfect family leaving you behind in the darkness.
You hated her, you hated the fact that she was the light in Thranduil life and not you. You have been with him longer than she have been with him but why did he chose her and not you?
You didn’t understand why, why he turn cold toward you, why he avoid you, why he love her more than you, you never know why.
You were replaced. That the only thing you know.
She tried talking to you but you ignored her, you avoid her, you wouldn’t even spare a glance at her, not even a bit. She knew that you hated her, but she still try to make a friendship with you but it never work out.
During a battle she died, she had been taken prisoner to Gundabad, the place she died. Thranduil was never the same again, he became colder especially toward you.
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It have been 100 years after she had died and another war was already coming. Thranduil have been working hard. You wanted to relax him and that what you did, you went to talk to him.
“Thranduil?” Your walk into his chamber where he was sitting at his desk, paper scattered everywhere on the desk.
“What” His cold harsh word pierce through your heart, you wanted to cry but you held it in.
“You should relax, you can’t keep working until morning you know” You went up to him and place both of your hand on his shoulder but he move away from your hand.
“I can do thing myself, you should be concern about yourself more” His voice is full of nothing but hatred, annoyed and harshness. You try not to cry from his word.
You know that he was busy thinking about her, you were never on his mind. He wasn’t doing his paper work most of the time and you knew it, he was always thinking about her.
“I know you’re thinking about her Thranduil, you have to move on” He said nothing, his eye still focusing on the map in front of him. You try to tell him to relax for half an hour. You place your hand on his shoulder and shake him a little bit before he snap at you.
He stood up and yell at you.
“Why are you so annoying?!”
You were taken back by his out burst. You yell back at him.
“I was only trying to help you!”
“Well you aren’t! You’re making it worse!!”
“Oh?! But when she done this to you, you never said anything to he!!!”
“That because she not an annoying bitch like you!!”
His word pierce through your heart like thousand of sword have pierce through your heart.
“Annoying bitch?! At least I’m not a jerk, a monster who left his wife and marry another women like you!!!”
You felt pain on your right cheek before falling to the ground with force. Then you realize he had slapped you. You got up and turn toward him but before he could say anything you punch him in the nose causing it to bleed as he fell back into his chair.
Before he could say anything toward you, you have already left him alone in the chamber.
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The battle is starting, you and Thranduil have been avoiding each other before the battle begin. Legolas was four years old right now, meaning that he will stay back and wait for the other.
The battle finally end and the elf won, the king return back into the tent to get some rest, he sat down, he felt like someone was missing, he doesn’t know who it is. Tauriel came inside the tent quietly without a word and she’s holding a bloody sword.
He turn his attention toward Tauriel who was still walking toward him head down. She was breathing heavily but didn’t say anything making Thranduil more confuse, he couldn’t keep his confusion anymore and asked her.
“What are you doing Tauriel?”
She didn’t say anything, she kneel in front of him and presenting the king the bloody sword, tears filling her eyes, a choked sob came out of her mouth. She couldn’t look at the King, she didn’t know if she can look at him from now on.
“This is...”
She couldn’t even finish the sentence as another sob came out of her mouth. She should has been the one who died… not the Queen. Thranduil ask once again wanting to know the answer.
“What is it? Tauriel.”
“This is...”
She still couldn’t form the sentence that she was going to say, she knew that it would broke the king. Thranduil grew impatient and got up from his chair and look down at Tauriel before commanding her with a harsh loud tone.
“This is what Tauriel?! Speak!”
“This is the sword that kill her majesty!”
She couldn’t help but break down, her sob echoed through the tend as Thranduil stood there shock and not wanting to believe what he heard. The king unconsciously let out a grasp as fall back onto his chair, he feel like his soul has been drain from him.
“....where is she?....”
“Her majesty is at her tent”
Tauriel choked out before breaking down once again and not caring about the king. She blamed herself for your death, her duty is to protect you and yet your the one who died instead of her. She couldn’t keep the overwhelming feeling.
Thranduil quickly got up and ran to your tent. Once he reach your tent he didn’t bother to listen to the healer and went into your tent, his eye widened by the sight. You were laying on your bed with bandage wrap around your stomach and face. Healers were standing beside you, their head down showing sign of grief and pain knowing that they couldn’t do anything to save you.
He ran to you and kneel down near your bed and held your hand, your hand was not warm like before anymore it was cold than ice. Your eye was close. He called out to you.
“Y/N?”
You didn’t say anything, you didn’t even move not even a little bit. He didn’t want to accept the fact that your dead, he knew that your dead but he just can’t accept it. The healers could only watch and grief with the king, they all have their head hung low.
“Y/N? My love?”
Tear came out of his eye as he think what happen when you both fought, the word that he said to you was unforgivable. He regretted the word that he said.
After all of these time, he thought he lose interest in you but now he finally know that he didn’t, he still love you more than anything and always will.
Memory of you and him together flash through his mind. When you and him slept together happily, strolling through the garden, all of those happy memory turn into the past.
He wasn’t there for you, he was not there for you when you died unlike her when she died. He can’t forgive himself for this. He buried his face into his arm crying.
And, okay, this is the second part and still don't know what am doing exactly but, hope you like it @aduialel thank you for the idea!
ThranduilxReader - sort of
GlorfindelxReader friendship
Modern Reader, mentions of Elrond and Celebrian
Here is the first part, if you wanna give it a chance
The wine is quite delicious; you are always quite surprise at how it slides down your tongue leaving behind a fruity taste. You are not used to this kind of beverages, but you have learnt to love them in the last couple of months you have been trapped in this strange, yet so familiar world.
Your companion says something and you have to shake your head to go back to the conversation. He looks highly amused by your distraction; you wince because you know he will tease you mercilessly once you have gone back to his place. You should have never said anything about this party, or the particular elf that have caught your attention.
“I think, my lady, that you are highly distracted.” Glorfindel says and you roll your eyes, then he places a hand on your shoulder and leans in whispering in your ear. “And the reason of your distraction is coming over.”
You tense because really one encounter was enough for a day. You can sense the tension on your shoulders, that empty pit on your abdomen and the fluttering of butterflies in your heart as he approaches. He is not alone, he comes with Elrond and another elf, his eyes are completely focused on you though his face seems to be a mask of pure indifference those eyes burn with emotion.
“Ah, Glorfindel, fancy seeing you here.” He says and Elrond shoots him an exasperate stare while Celebrian merely rolls her eyes.
Glorfindel arches a single eyebrow bowing his head, “Thranduil, it has been quite some time, how have you been?”
“I’ve been doing fantastic, though Elrond here was wondering quite a few things and we thought you and your companion can help us clarify.”
Now it is Elrond the only looking completely flabbergasted at this declaration, you hide your smile behind your goblet because this is really strange but funny at the same time. When you arrived in this strange world you never entertain the idea of getting to know the characters that have been filling your dreamless nights, or the stories you have been working on. You think briefly on all your WIPs back home and shake your head knowing they will forever be in that status.
Someone pokes you on the side and you notice you have been staring at Thranduil more than you should, and they have stop talking at some point. You can feel your cheeks warming up in embarrassment, but it is your eyes and your smile the ones that betray this.
“Right, I…wasn’t paying attention. What was it?” You try to sound sheepish and apologetic but Thranduil doesn’t seem to be impressed by this.
“Lord Thranduil was asking for your name.” Glorfindel sounds completely and utterly amused and you shoot him a stare that says you will kill him later. Or try to.
You turn to Thranduil who is waiting for an answer, Elrond and Celebrian both decide to not be part of this though they stay watching the interaction with growing amusement on their part. You smile politely an introduce yourself, the name that escapes your mouth is the one Glorfindel bestowed upon you on your first meeting when he saved you from a certain dead as soon as you arrived to Middle Earth.
Thranduil arches an eyebrow as if contemplating the veracity of what you just say, and as he does this you also take a closer look. He is ageless though there is something youthful in him, perhaps it is his clear eyes that show no pain nor any sadness or coldness, this is a time before Sauron breaks havoc so you know nothing beyond the Fall of Doriath has happened. He is still young, and perhaps happy. There is no wife as of yet, and he is vain and extrovert though right now, for some unknown reason, he looks highly offended though the conversation soon moves to different topics.
You can seem to stop your eyes from wandering back to Thranduil and he seems to be under the same kind of predicament. Though you can’t help but think his reasons are different to yours, your little crush really have you wanting nothing more that touch that silky hair of his or to see those eyes and that beautiful smile he seems to wear only behind a mask of sarcasm and arrogance.
“It seems you are easily distracted,” his voice is deep taint with amusement and his blue eyes gleam as they look down on you, “is my presence uncomfortable to you?”
You narrow your eyes, for the very first time noticing you two are alone. Glorfindel has been dragged away by Echtelion and Elrond is back on the dance floor with Celebrian. Your eyes go back to Thranduil who seems to wear a smirk and wait for an answer.
“No, of course not.” You answer trying to keep your cool, but really he is suddenly far too close to you. “But, I do get distract easily it’s just….I’m not used to all of this.”
You wave your hand around and Thranduil seems to contemplate you for a moment, he turns to the room and then his eyes are back on you.
“You mean celebrations? Or, elves in general?” He asks with a single eyebrow lift and you shift uncomfortable for a moment, no one knows you real origins. No one but Glorfindel and Echtelion, you are not overly excited to share it with anyone else because they don’t need to know.
You turn to Thranduil and your heart speeds up when his eyes settle on you, he really has such beautiful eyes. You shake your head and shrug.
“I’m not pretty good at social gatherings.”
“Whatever not?” Thranduil replies genuinely surprised. “They are the best to spend a tiresome day fill with routine.”
“I prefer to read, or just to hang around with my closest friends.” You want to tell him you also prefer to hear music or watch movies but…
Thranduil then tilts his head, “Friends? It was quite shocking to see Glorfindel it is such a friend, I did not know he mingle with mortals.”
You tense turning to Thranduil furrowing your brows, “why not?”
Thranduil seems genuinely surprise by the question, he gives you a quick glance pursing his lips.
“Why would one of the Eldar mingle with a mortal? It is but a brief blink of an eye to us, to create attachments seems foolish.” He says as if this was a universal law, his words hurt you deeply but they also infuriate you.
“What a stupid thing to say.”
“Excuse me?” He turns to you rather shocked that someone seems to say something like that to him.
“I said that’s a pretty stupid and ignorant thing to say.” You retort looking at him who was now lancing at you with narrow eyes. “Why would you deny yourself a friendship for such an stupid reason? You are not invincible, and you can also die by fading or sword, so you stop having friend or lovers because of it?”
“Lovers?” He says the word with a strange glint in his eyes, there is something you are missing in this conversation but now Thranduil is back with a fire in his eyes as he tries to intimidate you with his height and stare. “It takes too much effort to try and build a relationship with someone who is to die and whither with time, it simply has not sense.”
Your hand tightens around the cup of wine, your really are quite offended by those words mainly because in your head you though this conversation would go differently. Perhaps, you imagine yourself getting to know Thranduil and befriend him and maybe, just maybe, getting a kiss or two; really all the fanfics you read fill your head with impossible dreams. Now, he is just an arse, and you want to hit him for such harsh words.
“How petty of you, Lord Thranduil.” You said with all the animosity you could muster. “Either way, my friendship with Glorfindel is none of your business and thank the heavens you are not to decide this, nor I am interested in forging a friendship with someone like you.”
“Someone like me?” He looks downright offended, and now you are completely certain no one has spoken to him in such a manner.
“Yes! A complete brute, insensitive, idiot.” You take a deep breath shaking your head, “now, if you excuse me, I think my friend is calling for me.”
Thranduil is left alone, shocked and completely outrage at such treatment. No one and you really mean no one has ever dared to treat him in such a disrespectful way. He sets to follow you and you don’t realize it until his hand wraps around your arm turning you around mid-stride.
“Apologize.” He demands and you can help but laugh.
“Really? Whatever for?”
“Your rudeness for starters, you should not speak in such a disrespectful way to a lord.” He says as a way of explanation, you snort taking his hand in yours to disentangle it from your arm.
“Right, let’s get something straight, I don’t apologize to my mum, whatever makes you think I will apologize to you, lord or not?”
He seems annoyed; his eyebrows are knit together as if he is looking for an explanation. You purse your lips looking away before speaking.
“But don’t worry Lord Thranduil, you will not see this rude girl ever again, so you won’t have to deal with my rudeness anymore.”
“Why?” He asks and you stop death on your tracks.
“What?”
“Why I won’t see you anymore?” He asks surprising himself, his blue eyes glaze over for a moment before the settle on you with decision.
You gape, because that’s strange thing to ask but, then you shake your head and step back.
“Because, we won’t see each other again?” You kind of ask, kind of answer not really knowing what to say.
He seems to pounder over this straighten himself up, “And, why not?”
Again, he seems surprise at his own question and boldness, you are just confuse because, really? What the hell?
“Uh, you don’t deal well with me being honest?”
“Rude, you were being rude.”
“I was being honest, that it came out rude because I call you an idiot is of no consequence to me.” You reply stepping back a little. “And, we won’t see each other again, because I do no fancy having to see or talk with someone like you.”
“Someone like me?” He asks offended all over again, and this time around you look rather amused.
“Yes, someone like you.” You reply taking another step back, he seems to pierce you with his eyes before asking.
“What do you mean someone like me?” He asks and, just because you can and you’re still mad you answer.
“An idiot.”
He is left there with a strange expression on his face and, while you do not know it, he is already working on a way to see you again.
Only because it is Thranduil the one who should always have the last word.
The forest was sick, long had been since the free forest spirits were last seen, the dragon fire scaring them off much like every living being around, save for the miserable men and women who had no choice but to stay and build lake-town.
Long had been since Thranduil had stopped caring. He’d been proud of the forest once, so green and thriving, welcoming, and warm, full of life and giggling creatures that took care of it with love and care. It was a curse, much like the one Thranduil had to face himself, to live an endless life without his soulmate. The wealthy, bitter King sitting on his throne, surrounded by riches and his people, but alone in his heart. How original.
No visits from Lord Elrond and all the small talk in the world could lift Thranduil’s mood, much like no amount of feasts and banquets he threw in hopes the overflowing wine could ease the memories, maybe loosen the guilt he carried.
All to no avail.
Thranduil had trouble sleeping sometimes, choosing to sit by the veranda that gave sight into the forest instead of dwelling by his bed, both were useless alternatives, but he chose to think that he was somehow better watching the stars, maintaining his natural King poise as he opened the doors, the forest’s wind currents hustling the curtains of his chamber briefly before easing to a pleasant breeze. The moonlight caressed his skin as he closed his eyes for a short moment, the thoughts of always replaying back to his mind like they usually did, the same thoughts that made sleep abandon him every other night when wine didn’t cut it.
Lost in thoughts and memories, his eyes snapped open as something hustled the leaves in between the trees.
Thranduil watched intently for several seconds, not quite worried for no enemy could have entered the inner part of the forest but curious enough not to drop it just like that. He narrowed his eyes as they caught movement, “Whoever it may be, show yourself!” He said, voice even but with a warning tone to it.
Slowly, from behind the trees, a hand encircled the tree bark, giving it’s ashy texture new life that spread through it rapidly, the wood creaking under such stimulus. The hand slowly slipped from view, giving place to curious green eyes that peered from behind the tree. Slowly but surely, soon Thranduil could see what it was about.
A forest spirit.
Thranduil’s brow frowned slightly in confusion, forest spirits hadn’t been sighted for many years, taking with them any love and warmth the forest ever had, leaving it vulnerable and starved. Only when it did step away from the tree and into full sight did Thranduil truly feel like it didn’t make sense anymore.
A male forest spirit.
Made by Yavanna herself, every spirit was unique in its form. Unlike ents, Spirits, children of the green goddess herself. The princes and princesses of the forest could give new life to dead roots, often helping whole forests change seasons overnight. This one was the height of men, ears slightly pointed, sculpted to show it heavenly descends, much like the elves. His face held a peaceful expression, his calmness somewhat rubbing off into Thranduil enough not to call the guards on sight, not that it’d be of any use if he did. His hair flowed down his naked torso in waves, twigs and leaves clinging to the strands, stopping just above his navel where the fabric of his pants started, baggy in size, vines securing it tightly around his hips. The moonlight shone onto the strange colored skin of the Spirit, green marks swirled around his limbs, much like the vines that wrapped around the trees.
“Why are you here, Spirit? Your kind has given up on this forest long ago.” He said bitterly. It looked surprised, to say the least, it’s eyebrows moving up and then down again, almost upset before he looked back up at Thranduil, “I came to tend to it, it is-”
“Sick.” Thranduil snorted, “Anyone can see it.”
“Disregarded,” He said, hand touching the green patch on the tree bark again, “I was sleeping, its cries woke me up.” He said quietly, “I cannot imagine what it’s been through, to cry so painfully like it was. So I came.”
“How long have you been here?” Thranduil asked, none of his guards had reported sight of it.
“I arrived two days ago”, He said, "I'm still getting to know it, I've never been here before."
Thranduil stared at the creature as he thought. “Only a fool would come back to this. Cursed branches and spider webs.” He said, not missing the sadness that flashed through the Spirit’s eyes as he did. “But you are welcome to try, I suppose.” He said, letting go from the smooth handrail of the veranda, turning around to enter his chambers again, stopping short as he heard it’s voice again.
“I will not leave it, you have my word.” He said.
Thranduil smirked, turning around to reply, but the Spirit was no longer there, a green path giving cue as to where he went, deeper into the forest.
Thranduil shook his head as he entered his chambers, this time closing the doors behind him, sliding the curtains to block the soon to come morning sunlight. Hope somehow finding his soul again.
Curse the oddity of this night’s events.
Curse the forest Spirits.
Interacting with one was viewed as a blessing among men, a promise of good fortune and good harvests, some going as far as to believe that upon seeing one, love would bloom in their hearts along with the Spirits doings wherever they were residing in.
‘Nonsense.’ Thranduil thought as he laid down to sleep, his silk robes dragging against the soft fabric of his beddings, blinking slowly coming to a stop as he sighed, he fell to dreamless sleep, clinging to whatever ‘magic’ the encounter had stirred in him.
Looking for some help! ^^ A few years ago, I was following this little blog by this lovely writer who took ThranduilxReader requests. I unfortunately cannot find that blog again and I'm also slightly concerned about the owner of it cause she went dormant after mentioning that she was sick. Any help would be really appreciated! Thank you! Also specifically looking for a fic where the reader drunkenly confesses her feelings for the sassy elf king and is scared to face him so they both end up hurt. Legolas is mediator.
Languages: Elvish (Sindarin, Quenya, Lhammas, Valarin), Rohirric (Language of Rohan), Khuzdul (Dwarvish), Adunaic (or Numenorean, Old English) Westron (Middle Earth Common Speech), and other Mannish languages (Haladin, Dunlendish, Haradrim, and Easterling)
Vocabulary: Excellent
Memory: Excellent
Learning Style: Visual, Photogenic
Emotional Stability: Excellent
Mental Health: Excellent apart from being distracted visually
Linguistic: Very
Logical-Mathematical: Very
Musical: Very
Artistic: Very
Naturalistic: Very
Superstitious: Somewhat
Half-full or Half-emtpy: Half-Full
Philosophy
Religion: Worship of Iluvatar, Adoration of Valar
Devotion: Silmarils
Superstitions: None
Spirit Animal: Otter
Death wish: To be buried with leaves from Rivendel
Attitude: Positive, Independent, Open
Outlook on Life: Positive
Perception: Always observing everything, Pays attention to every detail of live, Revels in new and interesting feelings
Philosophy / Motto: "If you listen hard, you can hear the many ways in which the Earth speaks to you."
Taboos: Hunting, Love at first sight
Vices: Easily distracted, Avoids certain responsibilities, Avoids opening up to others
Greatest Achievement: Earned title of Observer of Life
Failures: None
Biggest Failure: None
Favorite Dream: Walking through a forest of Evergreens
Worst Nightmare: None
Earliest Memory: Her mother showing her a firefly
Fondest Memory: Her mother showing her a firefly
Worst Memory: Her mother leaving to the Havens and refusing to let her come
Funniest Moment: Her sister trying to skip rocks
Happiest Moment: Holding a fawn for the first time
Saddest Moment: Her mother leaving to the Havens
Most Prized Possession: Her mother's opal ring
Most Valuable Possession: A vial of water from the Mirror of Galadriel
Collections: Plants, Rocks, Different types of water
Embarrassments: None
Mannerisms: Stares into space, Hums, Slow movements
Humor: Witty
Regrets: Not persuading her mother to stay and promising that she could protect her mother
Secrets: Afraid that her father sees her as her mother, but she won't be as great to him as her mother was
Darkest Secret: Afraid that her father sees her as her mother, but she won't be as great to him as her mother was
Pet Peeves: The smell of meat, The loudness of her footsteps when she wears shoes
Phobias: Thanatophobia, Apeirophobia
Greatest Fear: Losing her family
Confident: Very
Creative: Very
Generous: Very
Honest: Very
Loyal: Very
Insecure: Somewhat
Patient: Very
Predictable: Minimally
Reliable: Very
Respectable: Very
Responsible: Very
Trustworthy: Very
Common...
Compliments: "That's very kind of you."
Insults: "You're as dense as a rotting forest."
Expletives: None
Farewells: "Novaer (Farewell)," "N'i lu tol (Until then)."
Greetings: "Le suilon (I greet/welcome you)," "A (Hello)," "Ai (Hail)," "Gi nathlam hi (You are welcome here)."
Mood: Curious, Welcoming, Positive
Words: "Listen," "Look," "Why?"
Emotional Status: Content
Combat
Element: Water
Martial Arts: Sword fighting
Immunities: None
Resistances: None
Strengths: Speed, Immortality
Weaknesses: Is not built for fighting
Restrictions: None
Origin: Sindarin
Source: Her Father
Specialty: None
Signature Move: None
Special Attack: None
Home, Work, and Education
Abode: Imladris (Rivendell)
Bedroom: Grey stone walls and floor, Fire pit in center of floor, Queen bed facing fire pit and parallel to entry way, Green silk covers and sheets, Birch frame, Open walls with rail and pillars, Balcony that overlooks Imladris, Birch bookshelves, Birch vanity table with jewelry and no cosmetics, Paintings on walls, Entry way to closed perpendicular to bed, Plants throughout the room
Bathroom: Circular room, Closed tan marble walls, Fire pit in center of floor, Depressed area of floor for bathing, Basins and bowls for water, Large pots for heating water, Shelf of dried flowers and salts and oils and sponges, Ivory basin as sink, Murals of historical times on walls, Green curtains draping around bathing tub
Kitchen: (Palace Kitchen)
Living Room: Large rounded room, Grey polished stone, Open space, Stone rail with pillars surrounding it, Pavilion ceiling, Silk chairs and couches, Birch bookshelves, Candles, Fire pit in center of floor, Doorway leading to common area, Paintings of historical times and people, Relics on podiums, Leaves scattering floor, Lanterns posted near pillars
Hometown: Imladris (Rivendell)
Citizenship: Imladris (Rivendell)
Culture: Noldor, Sindar, Numenorean
Traditions: None
Routine: None
Sleep Patterns: Falls asleep four hours past twilight, Wakes up at dawn
Eating Habits: Three meals each day, Vegan, Small portions
Pets: None
Employer: None
Job Title: None
Experience: None
Transportation: Walking, Horse riding
Criminal Record: None
Dream Job: None
Income / Salary: None
Net Worth: None
Debt: None
Savings: None
Splurges: None
Social
Mother: Celebrian
Father: Elrond
Guardians: Elrond, Cuthalion
Siblings: Elrohir, Elladan, Arwen
Children: None
Family Communication: Frequent and close between Elrond and Arwen, Only frequent with Elrohir and Elladan when they are around (usually not near her)
