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Eyes of a King

Part two of my Thranduil soulmate one shot

Sitting on my bed I listen to the birds outside my window, it’s strange not even just strange, bizarre. I would’ve been in Paris a few days ago, but now I’m in the fictional realm of Mirkwood that isn’t supposed to exist. On top of that, I’m the king's soulmate. I haven’t even seen him since my first day here. Meanwhile, the maids were the only ones that ever talked to besides Gandalf. Who of course has been hanging around Mirkwood. Part of me really wants to go talk to Thranduil or even just look at him again to make sure I’m not in a dream, but whenever I walk around I can never find him, and it seems impolite to enter his chambers. Sighing I hop off my bed and peer out the open windows to my left. From my room, I can see the hustle and bustle of the town below. I’ve thought of going down, but the world still seems too alien for me to go down alone. I don’t want to cause any issues. However, a knock at the door pulls me from my thoughts. Contemplating whether to open it or not I ask “Who is it?” A chuckle escapes the person behind the door and I open the door now realizing it is Gandalf. His smile is contagious and a laugh falls from my lips as I greet him “Good Morning Gandalf.”

He bows slightly and replies “It is a good morning indeed my lady.” Gandalf holds out his hand and asks “Would you like to walk with me through the market on this fine morning?” Walking out the door and softly closing it he offers his arm I loop it with mine, giving him a mischievous smile I ask “How many times do I have to tell you just to call me by my name?”

He mirrors my smile and replies “Many more” Shaking my head I question the practicality of my situation. I was basically kidnapped by a fictional character which happens to be illegal and I should be finding a way back home, but my soulmate who won’t even look at me is here. Frick me. I suddenly jump a bit when I hear Gandalf speak “Are you alright my dear?” His brow is creased in worry and his words truly did reflect his concern.

I acknowledge his fretting with a nod and a simple “Of course thank you.” He seemed to know that it was a white lie, but he simply nodded as we start walking through the different vendors. A small gasp escapes my lips as I see a stall with books of all types. Almost in a trance I quickly pull away from Gandalf and ask the vendor “Are there any in English, listo?” Did I add please in Sindarin at the end? Yes. Am I also a nerd who likes learning languages? Also yes. The vendor who I start to examine seemed shocked and now that I was looking at her I realize how beautiful she is. The Elleth who still seemed a bit cautious of me says back in perfect English “Yes a few…” She seems torn on something and I go to ask her about it but she beats me to it “I have never seen you around here, if I would have seen you before I would have known, not many humans come to Mirkwood.”

I was about to answer her when Gandalf seemingly appears beside me “She is my niece and has traveled with me from Dale.” Looking to Gandalf questioning what he was doing I then almost smacked myself, of course, he’s going to lie. I cannot go around saying I’m from another world.

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Huffing I sheepishly ask Gandalf “Could I have a little help?” After having a nice conversation with the elleth (whose name I learned is Älva) showed me a stack of beautiful hand-bound leather books in English. I was about to apologize because I had no money, but then he gave her shillings or something for all of them. He did so while I insisted he didn’t have to, yet he told me that Thranduil gave the money to Gandalf for me!

Gandalf gives a hearty chuckle “Of course my lady.”

So with great difficulty, we finally made it up the stairs and as we approached the doors to my room I ask Gandalf “Does he want to see me at all?”

The sadness that had seeped into my voice seemed to shock him for we stood silent for a few moments and Gandalf finally manages to form a few words “Of course he does my dear, but as I’m sure you understand Thranduil was married before you arrived and he did indeed love her.” My heart ached at his words and I croaked out “I know- It’s just.”

His eyes seemed to soften as I turn around “You’re lost my lady, I know you feel as if you do not belong.” Instead of answering I open the door to my room and set down the plethora of books that I held. Why is it me? Taking a shaky breath I look to Gandalf who also set down the books he was carrying. He asks me “Is there anything more I can do to help my lady?” Shaking my head I walk out to my balcony and sit. What am I going to do? Listening to the big doors shut I look to the skyline, there, there was the misty mountains. If I’m correct the dwarves should pass through Mirkwood soon… If they do I will be sure to help them, there is no need for all the bloodshed to occur… Getting and brushing off my dress (the maids insisted I wore one, but I am heavily considering changing into a tunic and trousers) I pick up a book I got, peek out the door, and head down the hall. I distinctly remember someone mentioning a library around here…

Creeping down the hall I jump when I hear a voice “What are you doing here?” Spinning around I see Legolas staring at me glaring.

Suddenly feeling much smaller I manage to speak “So a maid told me about a library and I just got a book and I really would like to see what books the palace has and- oh I’m trailing on I apologize.”

Quickly bowing I start to head right to look for the library when I hear “It’s to the left.” Turning around and bowing again I head to the left hall and slow my walking when I’m out of sight from Legolas. Here and there a maid, butler, or guard passes me, but for the most part, it was quiet. Taking my time I look at the carefully entwined branches, some areas were also stone, and overall it seemed as if nature itself swallowed the castle. The way the wood entwines with the stone and overall structure was breathtaking. Perhaps this architecture is better than Paris’s. Letting out a sigh I finally come to a doorway that smelt like old books and worn leather, knowing it's the Library I walk in book in hand, and see how beautiful it is. The elaborate designs all throughout it are breathtaking. The shelves themselves were made from intricate branches woven together. Brushing my hand over them lightly I finally take time to look at the library as a whole. Its walls were grand, at least 10 meters tall. As I pass by a chair the occupant who seems to be a young elfling was curled up sleeping. Smiling I take their cloak that fell on the floor and drape it over the elfling’s small frame. Looking around more I see a picture of a beautiful elleth hung in the center of the room. From her proud stature and crown, I could tell she was the last Queen. The little jealousy I had was now a burning crackling fire, it seemed so wrong for me to be jealous of the kind and graceful elleth, but I couldn’t help it.

Her soft features made it seem like she understood me as if she was saying “I’m sorry you don’t deserve this.” I hated being envious. Turning away I observe the rest of the room where soft light from the outside cascaded in and cast shadows in the library. The light especially seemed to hit a spot specifically a cozy corner in the room. I walk over to the chair and got closer only to notice someone was in it. That someone being Thranduil. After weighing the pros and cons I walk around the side of the chair to see his usual stern face now peaceful, his eyes were drooping like a child and his crown was off to a side table instead of being perched atop his head. Stepping away from him I instead sit in a nook by the window and begin to read. At first, I read silently, reading about the beginning of Middle Earth. Stealing a glance at Thranduil I made the decision to read aloud, although quietly. A while later I glance at Thranduil again to see an almost invisible smile ghosting his face. Perhaps not all is lost, smiling I feel my own eyelids begin to become droopy as I slowly drift into slumber.

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Waking up I begin to stretch, my back arches as my blanket begins to fall o- wait I didn’t bring a blanket. Now fully awake I grab at the fabric and realize it was actually a robe, a silver robe… A silver robe with actual pieces of silver… Oh my God… He gave me his robe! My mind buzzing I reach for my book and a note falls out. The looping English and signature made my heart flutter.

Thank you for reading - Thranduil

Saving this for later cause I love it

&. 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  enemies  to  lovers?  slow  burns?  say  no  more.  various  sentence  starters  for  all  your  hero  x  villain  ship  needs.  )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ you can’t do this for me. i won’t let you. ❜

❛ it’s not for you. it’s not a favor. it’s the cruelest thing i could do. ❜

❛ i warn you. i’ll break your heart. ❜

❛ i know you better than you know yourself. ❜

❛ i’m replaceable. you’re not. ❜

❛ i hope to be the one you break your rules for. ❜

❛ why am i so fascinated by you? ❜

❛ when i watch the world burn, all i think about is you. ❜

❛ your hands are scarred from murder, and yet i trust them completely. ❜

❛ whatever you do. you’re still my family. ❜

❛ we could be the greatest team the world has ever seen. ❜

❛ how many times are we going to keep meeting like this? ❜

❛ i just wish i could protect you from everything. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ sleep. i’ll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you. ❜

❛ you know, they’re going to use the things you love against you. ❜

❛ truth is, i didn’t expect to get this attached to you. ❜

❛ you frustrate me incredibly. ❜

❛ love me like my demons do. ❜

❛ thinking of you is a poison i drink often. ❜

❛ please don’t make me do this. ❜

❛ don’t do anything stupid until i get back. ❜

❛ you protect what you love. ❜

❛ my heart scares you and a gun doesn’t? ❜

❛ you bandaged my wound with one hand, and held a knife in the other. ❜

❛ you save everyone, but who saves you? ❜

❛ you kill me and you accomplish nothing. your world as you know it will end. ❜

❛ all we do together is make love or fight. ❜

❛ i love the way your eyes light up when someone says ‘it might be dangerous’. ❜

❛ when is a monster not a monster? when you love it. ❜

❛ it’s pathetic really, how much i hope it’s me and you in the end. ❜

❛ you were right. you break everything you touch. ❜

❛ i would destroy myself to fix you. ❜

❛ i’m not going to kill you. you don’t deserve that. ❜

❛ that’s how you want me, isn’t it? desperate, jealous, and willing to kill for you. ❜

❛ i’m sorry you’re afraid of being alone. ❜

❛ they made you into a weapon, and told you to find peace. ❜

❛ i wasn’t there for you when you needed me, and i’m sorry. ❜

❛ ‘all right’ is not a term anyone would use to describe you. ❜

❛ just like old times, huh? ❜

❛ then we fight. together. ❜

❛ oh, i’ve missed this! ❜

❛ i know you. you’re me. ❜

❛ i’ve seen who you are under the mask. ❜

❛ i should kill you. why can’t i kill you?! ❜

❛ i don’t know what i’d do if they hurt you. and that terrifies me. ❜

❛ the world doesn’t need someone like you. the world needs you. ❜

❛ bullet wounds don’t just miraculously heal overnight. ❜

❛ you were fighting to survive. i was fighting to win. ❜

❛ i wasn’t a person to you, i was a weapon, and you needed me to work. ❜

❛ you’re pulling your punches. ❜

❛ i wish things were different between us. ❜

❛ don’t scare me like that. i thought i lost you. ❜

❛ don’t you die on me. ❜

❛ you’re so bad at this. it’s cute. ❜

❛ they don’t know you like i know you. ❜

❛ i broke my rules for you. doesn’t that mean anything? ❜

❛ do you think i’d let anything happen to you? ❜

❛ if i told you about the darkness within me, would you still look at me as you are right now? ❜

Thranduil with a forgetful Significant Other

- If his SO is forgetful Thranduil will try to help in any way he can

- He will always either leave a note for you in the morning if he is busy and cannot join you for breakfast or he himself will list off things you might have forgotten over breakfast.

- Other times he’ll hint at something you have forgotten in a conversation

- “Mellon nin Lord Elrond responded to our letter he is to arrive in a few weeks time.”

- This usually sparks your memory such as remembering to start working on trade treaties for when Lord Elrond arrives

- If you misplace something and can’t seem to remember where you put it he’ll have the maids find it and put it back ‘where you left it’ so you don’t feel bad

- If you get angry at yourself for being forgetful Thranduil will reassure you everyone forgets sometimes, if that’s not enough he’ll make his letters or comments a little more specific so you have a more put together schedule

- He also does his best to be discreet about the forgetfulness so that others in the castle don’t begin to spread rumors

- Lots of times he’ll also mention times he forgot things like when he was a young prince he misplaced his crown

- If you write lists on your arm he’ll understand the practicality behind us but still doesn’t like it, he doesn’t like how it marks your body and how much more irked you get if you forget something that was on the list on your arm

- All in all if nothing else works Thranduil will give you so much affection that often times you forget about your anger towards your forgetfulness

- “Do not fret Mellon nin, it must not have been worth remembering… Unlike me”

Not Gonna lie just made this because I’m forgetful and have been having trouble with forgetting.

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What kind of person do you think MF papyrus goes for? I might have a bit of a crush of your human au MF papyrus 👉🏻👈🏻

It’s awesome babes! Your writing is fabulous as usual!

Pericardium

prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting - "I love you. That's why I have to leave." "Well, I love you too and that's why you have to stay."

Thranduil brainrot is GETTING ME its GETTING ME

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This was getting unbearable, I thought to myself. Climbing the stairs leading to the gardens was not what I was referring to, though they were rather tiring.

The unbearable part was having to live like my heart wasn't beating.

Let me explain.

I moved into Mirkwood years ago, under the request of Lord Elrond of Rivendell. Assumedly, he'd thought that my experience with growing plants might be helpful in a place actively combating giant spiders.

He was right, as he normally is, but not for the reason he thought.

Instead, I'd found myself the right-hand of the Elven King himself. For no apparent reason at all - no background in diplomacy or in royal affairs helped rationalize just how I got here.

But that is not why you're here, is it?

Over the years by the King's side, I'd grown close to him. We shared hopes and heartbreaks, dreams and despairs. It felt healing, I suppose.

That closeness breached professionalism at times. It scared me.

Once that line was breached, there was no going back.

I had not even earned my position here. I was not a native to Mirkwood. How in Middle-Earth would Mirkwood's elves ever agree to such a union?

They would not, I decided. It made what I was about to do much easier.

I could not stop my heart from beating for long. I had to leave, quickly, before the traitorous thing choose to turn against logic yet again.

Surely Lord Elrond would welcome me back to Rivendell if I explained my situation, right?

The thought of leaving Mirkwood, the place I call home, as well as the king who rules it, forces my heart to skip a beat.

I must learn to live without a heart, I think. If only to curb the pain to come.

Rushing to the stables, I see my horse at the far end. My heart begins contracting in my chest. That is my cue to hurry the hell up, as the humans say.

One step after another. All to take me further away from here.

I clutch at my horse's hair. She dips her head down in recognition, letting me freely hug her close. My closest companion, now that I'm leaving.

It feels a little bit like burning at stake. Not that I know how that feels, but it's the most similar thing, I suppose.

My heart is being cooked in the flames of love.

I close my eyes to center myself for a minute. And like a good pie, I savor the moment.

Sighing, I open my eyes. "Let's get going, starlight."

"Go where?"

The sudden intrusion is startling, and I turn to look behind me.

Thranduil.

He looks stunning as always, like a star that's descended from the heavens. His eyes, the color of a clear sky, zeroed in on me.

"Well?" He tilts his head slightly. Every day I forget how speechless he makes me.

"I... I was just planning on taking a short ride around, my King."

To this he lifts an eyebrow. And smirks, damn him.

"Oh? May I accompany you, then?" He knows I can't deny him.

Not wanting him to know my true intent, I nod at him, "Certainly."

The slight smile gracing his face made everything else disappear. For a single moment, all I could see was him.

It took a minute to prepare, then we were off. Into the beautiful forest we call home.

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I was busy admiring the tall grey-brown bark of the trees we were riding past when he broke the silence.

"Do you like it here?"

The question surprises me. Both in its suddenness and in its intimacy.

"Of course, my King. Why do you ask?"

I can feel his eyes on me, studying the map of my face. I can feel the blood pumping in my veins.

"If that's so, why does Elanor speak of your mentioning departure from Mirkwood?"

To this I advert my gaze. Caught.

He continues. "You seem to be more and more distant than usual. I can't help but wonder why."'

"Because I'm in love with you" My heart screams. I stay silent.

Thranduil notices this, and both his eyes and voice turn sharp.

"What are you hiding?"

I sigh softly. "My king, I must return to Rivendell."

He studies me, not believing a word.

"And I must leave soon. I did not want to cause any more burden to your shoulders, my King. That is why I did not tell you."

"You were never a burden. And did you not think of the panic your disappearance would cause in the palace? The panic you would cause me? You cannot just leave like that. Not without a proper reason." He gets more and more animated as he speaks, and I feel my temper rising to match his.

"I need to leave-"

"No you don't!"

"And go to Rivendell and-"

"Not without a reason! You can't just leave! I forbid it!"

His voice echoes in the forest. Mine follows suit.

"I love you! That's why I have to go!"

Ruined. That's what this friendship is.

He, for once, falls silent. His hair shifts as he turns to look at me, truly look at me. His eyes, once cold, are now softer.

"I love you too. And that's why you have to stay."

...What.

~~~

Brainrot is real because its happening to me

Urgent aid request: Please help as I am completely at a loss and feel like a terrible kitty mom. 🚨‼️

I’ve had Elvira since she was 8 weeks old. My baby is suffering and I can’t even afford the diagnostics testing needed, I went on vacation for 2 days and when I came back, it was to piles of vomit and what I thought was pee, but now I think it might have been just bile. One of the piles had red ribbon in it. She has been extremely lethargic and just staying in one spot, staring off into the distance falling asleep sitting up. She also isnt eating, which is a big indicator for her, as she is usually a little piggy and even finishes her sisters food most days.

I took her to the pet ER yesterday and right away it was $250. They gave her fluids, an antinausea shot, and gave me some “bland food” samples and some meds for me to take home to help calm her stomach. In total it was $336 out of pocket that was meant to go towards my mortgage, and now have only $50 to my name for over a week. I unfortunately do not qualify for care credit.

Here is where I need help:

**I attached pics of her healthy and then the last pic and video of her today being barely responsive, falling asleep sitting. I was quoted $576 is needed. Right now, I just need help to pay for the bloodwork and xrays, praying surgery isnt needed. If that happens, I don’t know what I will do😭 trying so hard to stay positive but my heart is breaking!

$30/$576

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Pesto Tomato pasta. It's so good!

Was listening to some music like sway by Julie London. This pasta is definitely worth making!

Definitely a movie I’d be interested in…. Anyone know what platforms it’s on?

So… this is my contribution this Fourth of July