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Imagine Thranduil being transported to our world as an elfling & you're the one who has to take care of him. Many Middle-earth years later after he goes back to Middle-earth, you're part of the Company and get captured by the elves & when you're brought before Thranduil, he gets very emotional in front of everyone and draws you into a tight hug because he missed you so much
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The day had finally come.
Since your earliest memory you knew that you were part of The Select, a group so secret that there were no meetings, passwords or lairs involved.
Members never spoke to each other. Something in your gut just told you when another was near, and if you crossed paths, you'd trade a quick nod. Never a smile. And it never crossed your mind to mention even an inkling of your destiny to people outside of The Select.
The privilege could not be earned. Either you knew you would be needed to assist people from fictional worlds seeking temporary refuge in non-fiction, or you did not. Either your visions revealed that you would also travel to their world, or they did not.
Now, you would finally get your assignment.
Somewhere deep inside, a basic understanding of how things worked had been instilled in you. The fictional characters lived in a continual loop, allowing various members of The Select to play a role in their lives and adventures for a time. Sometimes the escapades provided background on their lives that canon did not.
Every loop was a fresh start for the characters. They just relived their story all over again, accepting a new non-fiction friend along the way.
The characters' previous friends and dealings from The Select no longer existed in their memory, but the chosen few from the real world would always remember.
Your knowledge about your role came in three visions spaced several years apart, during waking hours. They dropped before you like a sudden rain shower while you were in the midst of the most mundane tasks: sharpening pencils, steeping tea, hanging pictures.
The first vision revealed that you would meet your guest in the woods east of town, a mess of twisting vines, trees with low-hanging limbs, a maze of thickets, and trash tossed by inconsiderate drivers speeding down the surrounding road. No one ever went there. It was the perfect place for an inter-dimensional portal.
The second vision showed that, once in the woods, you would find a tree-lined path, almost cathedral-like in its length and immaculateness, unlike any other in the disheveled woods.
The third vision was of a large gray boulder streaked in thin trails of white, and, for the first time, you heard a voice with the image: "Two years, return. Ten years, replace. Six thousand years, reunite."
Unfortunately, you had no idea what that meant.
But it didn't matter. You dropped what you were doing at the time - sending an email to your parents who still lived back in your hometown; showered for a second time that day; then dressed in jeans, a long-sleeve white shirt and your college sweatshirt before taking off for the woods.
Too excited to drive safely, you walked the entire way, which normally would have taken you at least an hour. But with your extra energy and occasional jogging stretches, you cut it down to 45 minutes.
For at least one hundred yards, you intuitively followed a snaking path that brought you down a row of birches and pines sprouting on either side of a long, leaf-covered path.
At the end was the boulder from your vision.
And sitting on top of it was a child, clad in dark green long trousers and matching hooded top, a few leaves resting here and there on his clothes.

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Middle Earth || OS
FanfictionThese are not mine the imagines and oneshots from tumblr. The author/tumblr account names are indicated in every chapter as I do not intend to steal that as it is their own works. I edited the cover (found the pic on google) DISCLAIMER : I don't ow...