Thranduil Imagines and Quotes

[Request Close{ ⁱᵐᵃᵍⁱⁿᵉ... ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ ⁱˢ ᵃ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ⁱᵐᵃᵍⁱⁿᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ʳᵉᵍᵃʳᵈⁱⁿᵍ ˡᵒᵏⁱ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰʳᵃⁿᵈᵘⁱˡ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵘᵐᵖᵉᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ. ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᶠʳᵉᵉ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ⁱᵗ. ᵃ ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵃ ⁿᵉʷ ᵉᵈⁱᵗᵒʳ: ʰᵉˡˡᵒ! ⁱᵗ ⁱˢ ᵛᵉʳʸ ⁿⁱᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉᵉᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘ, ⁱ ᵃᵐ @ⁿⁱᶜᵒˡᵉˣʰᵒʳᵛᵃᵗʰ (ⁱᵗ ⁱˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᶜᵒᵒˡ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵒʰ ʷᵉˡˡ). ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵒʳ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ ᵒᶠ ⁱᵐᵃᵍⁱⁿᵉˢ! ⁱ ᵈᵒ ᵃᵖᵒˡᵒᵍⁱᶻᵉ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ, ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ⁱ ʷⁱˡˡ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵘⁿᵖᵘᵇˡⁱˢʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ʳᵉᵖᵘᵇˡⁱˢʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ ⁱⁿ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵉᵈⁱᵗ ᵗʰᵉᵐ, ˢᵒ ᵇᵉᵃʳ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵐᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉ. ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ! P.s This book is no longer being edited as the editor had lost their interest in editing this book. I am totally grateful for all their work no matter how small it is. Also, I am sorry for any grammatical errors or misspellings in there. With that being said, I hope you enjoy reading this super cringy book. Again, this book is super cringe with tons of grammatical error. Do close the book as fast as you can if you feel like it doesn't suit you or ridiculous, thank you.

King Thranduil has everything at his feet. His son, Legolas, a kingdom and a crown with all of its treasures, but what he doesn't have is a companion to share his life with. When Laer steps into his kingdom he finds himself curious about her, what makes her smile, what makes her tick, and most of all, what does this average elf think of the king of Mirkwood? I do not own any of the characters besides Laer and Rovain, everything else goes happily to Tolkien. ** Extremely Slow Updates ** Due to complaints I feel the need to write this... it clearly says slow updates above. It doesn't say completed in the details either. This is an unfinished story. There are slow updates. I have an extremely busy schedule with my full time job, my full time in college and the work load I receive from college and I go through extremely rough patches with my depression to where I do nothing. I have no time to write and in the time that I do, I don't want to force myself to write a chapter because it won't come out as nicely as I'd want it. I understand the frustration of not being able to read a finished story because that frustrates me too, but please be courteous enough to ask why I don't update or be even nice about it. I worry about enough and having readers be angry with me, really upsets me and doesn't really push me to write. If anything, it makes me want to just delete this story all together because I don't know when this will be finished or if it ever will be. Some of you have been extremely supportive for my situation, so thank you for that... again, slow updates and I don't know when this will be finished.

(Book 2 of The Elf King trilogy) The familiar characters and some background information,are,of course,Tolkien,and of Marvels Loki Series.The new are my own creation,a continuation of those stories.I take no credit for Tolkien's or Marvels bodies of work. We separated in battle by Morgul magic.Witches. Separation always lead to dire consequences.It was strategic,happened so quickly,a wave of witches,creatures,and illusion.I fought through,managed to clear the illusion.Where was my husband?Gut wretching panic set in.I flew straight up,calling out,then screaming.Frantically scanned the field.I saw his elk.Dread filled my heart.Within a second I was there. Witches scattered all directions.I turned each I could to dust.They moved so fast,in such odd patterns,I only got a few.I covered the kings battered, bleeding body with mine as the witches kept attacking. They're attack on Thranduil had been brutal. "V!I need you!" At the kingdom: It was a long night.I managed to heal his wounds,as he thrashed and convulsed,no help from the healers.They were afraid to come near him. "Cowards!Get out!" Neither would the White council enter.This was Morgul dark magic,and he was considered cursed. Legolas,Tauriel, and our Orcian daughter was all I had.It was enough. The wounds slowly closed,his beauty,more entrancing than ever. Around dawn,his eyes fluttered open. "The light."he mumbled. Legolas quickly closed the shutters. My face fell to his chest,as I sobbed. "Little dove,no.All is well.Please, no."he crooned against my head, "Look.I am well." I raised my eyes,everyone gasped. His eyes glowed red. "Starving,in fact." "Starving?"I repeated cautiously, "-for what?" "Everything smells so wonderful.You smell wonderful."he said,sitting up. "Husband-"I began,then turned to the others,"Leave us." "No."legolas stated,"I won't let him harm you." "What?!"Thranduil said,"my son-" "Look."Legolas said,snatching a hand mirror from the bureau,holding it to him,"Look at your eyes,those fangs!"

The familiar characters and some background information,are,of course, Tolkien.The new are my own creation,a continuation of that story.I take no credit for Tolkien's body of work. The Kings Test At first it was a simple demonstration of basic commands.But it became apparent to Legolas how thick the tension was between them. He was sure one or the other would meet their demise before this 'demonstration' was over. "Relent."the king advises Gabriella, the tip of his sword mockingly flipping her raven locks."-you are out-skilled,out-maneuvered." "Never."she counters defiantly,in a low,dangerous tone,swatting his sword with such force,it practically flew from his hand. She gave him a challenging look,raising a brow. She wishes to play.Very well. He came at her full force,their blades clashing so fast,it was a blur. The king ruthlessly smacked the sword from her hand,but she quickly did a backwards flip before he could draw on her. "Had enough,little one?"he challenged. She stood,drawing two daggers from behind her. "I'll let you know when I've had enough,my Lord."she returned,her words dripping venom. Fiery little winch. "As you wish."he said,smiling wickedly. It was the first time he smiled at her,and it made her seethe! He skillfully picked up her sword with a flip of his,and took fighting stance.She came flying at him.Legolas covered his eyes. _________________________________ In 1984,19 year old Gabriella finds herself transported to Middle Earth,after loosing consciousness, receiving a round-house kick to the head.Is it all just a dream she's having while being comatose?Or is it true that there are no accidents,that everything happens for a reason?

*UNDER GOING EDITING* She knew she could never have him, but a girl could dream couldn't she? And as she sat in her dank cell with Dwalin pacing before her all she could do was think, and her thoughts made the dirt on the bottom of an orcs foot look clean. ------------------ Join Fawn on the adventure of a life time and experience what its like to be a hybrid in the company of dwarves, a hobbit, and an odd wizard as Fawn helps reclaim a lost home and shows an elf king to love once again. But not all stories have a happy ending. Especially if you're part elf, part dwarf. Laugh, cry, and dream with Fawn as she fights for the ones she loves and slowly cracks open Thranduil's Heart Of Stone.

In the Home of Elrond of Rivendell, there is a warrior known for her skill and grace in combat and by the rare color of her eyes. Mantheniel, who had also been called "flame of the dragon" had spent her life training to become a warrior to protect the people she loved. Haunted by the past -despite her name and reputation, she had a fear of fire; for her city had burned to ash when she was a child. The fire took the lives of all those she loved. She had been found by Lord Ellithoir, the captain of the Kings guard of Rivendell. With Lord Elrond's help, she had found a new home in Rivendell working under the watchful eyes of Elrond and trained with Ellithior. Almost two centuries have passed, before she was named second in command by Lord Elrond himself. By then, everyone knew of the flaming haired Elleth who survived dragon fire. Disclaimer: All recognizable characters from the book and the movie are properties of J.R.R. Tolkien and Peter Jackson. No copyright infringement intended.

THERE IS SOME SMUT, but there will be warnings on any chapters containing sexual content. (Thranduil x OC). Anastasia is an elf who is asked by Gandalf to join a company of dwarves on their quest to reclaim their homeland. Although it seems as though the journey is going well, what will happen when her secret is discovered? (I wrote this a long time ago [3 or 4 years ago] before I even owned a laptop or a phone so I will try to fix as many spelling mistakes as possible. I still love the idea I had and hope my readers do as well) I DON'T OWN THE LOTR UNIVERSE

Charlotte Wright is living in the modern world when a stranger mysteriously appears on her lawn. Rated M to be on the safe side.

***Book III of the 'To Live Again' Series*** It is the year 3441 of the Second Age of Arda, it has been seven years since the Siege began on Barad-Dur, and now in the ruined ashes of the blood soaked plains of Mordor, the Alliance claim a narrow victory....but at what cost? Thranduil's legacy remains safely tucked away in the great eaves of Greenwood - his forest realm - that he has sacrificed all of himself to defend. His true mate, and bonded love, Clara, and his two beautiful children are left in a state of limbo, their futures entirely uncertain. But Clara, a Vivified immortal with a spirit that shines brightest into the darkest of places, will not let go of her husband so easily. Determined to resurrect the hope of a nation, and restore a broken warrior to a legendary ElvenKing - she fights in every way she knows how. It is all a waiting game now...waiting between worlds. ***WINNER of the Inkitt TOP TEN IN FANDOM AWARD 2015*** ***Note - I would strongly recommend reading previous books I & II of the series, to familiarise yourself with the legacy story arc*** Disclaimer: All recognisable characters names and places belong to the esteemed Professor JRR Tolkien. All other original characters, story arcs, additional lore, is of my own creation, and belong entirely to me. Please seek permission to use or reference this work. Cover Design by SineadRobyn