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Thranduil knew that most in Mirkwood thought his absent Wife had been killed by Orcs in the battle of Gundabad so long ago, that most would call it farcical to even hold onto hope and keep her throne, but there was a reason that there was no grave. Neither Thranduil, nor any of his men had ever found Queen Lothuialdes' body. The search that descended upon the battlefield was thorough, but no corpse was found, and through this the king was brought the ever-sneaking suspicion that his wife had been burned after her death as a symbolic gesture of the utmost disrespect for the Elvish Kingdom. However, through all of the impossibilities, however far fetched it may have been, there was always a tugging inkling of hope in his mind that maybe his Queen had not been overcome that day, that just possibly, she had escaped.

Having sent his son to join the Fellowship of the Ring, Thranduil's limits are tested. His kingdom and lineage is threatened. Barely able to speak of his wife's death and now exposing his son to a similar fate, the agony emanates from his eyes to Elenya, a Silvan elf who has known the king since his return to Greenwood since the war of the Woodland Realm with the Kingdom of Angmar. Her radiating friendship, having grown into a dearest affection, alleviates his unrest, until again, the White gems of Lasgalen end up stolen. Elenya pleads her king to let her retrieve them. An act of friendship, as she states, only does she hope that the retrieval of the stones will finally open her king's eyes to her. The affection between them could bloom into much more, but his resistance to another is still too strong. Little does she know that the thief of the stones, a black-haired God who bears the name Loki, grows rather interested in her, and is more than willing to claim his price. In her absence, Thranduil at last admits what Elenya means to him, and departs to retrieve her. Will Elenya continue to fight for Thranduil, or fall prey to his enemy, the God of Mischief on Asgard? Thranduil and Loki - OC This is a crossover between Lord of the Rings and Marvel, and is inspired by both in the creation of this new story. It will contain romance, angst, slight violence, smut and deal with grief. I do not own the rights of the cover.

A village is attacked, leaving only one survivor. Forced to flee for her life, she ends up in Mirkwood. There she meets a handsome elf - King Thranduil. As darkness encroaches ever so slowly on Mirkwood, will they be able to find the source, and stop it, before it's too late?

From those memories of his childhood to his Father's death, from the day he became the King and the day he married his wife, When he first held his son in his arms and the death of his beloved wife. These memories were not only his strength but his weakness too. No wonder he had went through a lot, but he always fought against all those emotions and remained strong with a tough look on his face. It was a normal day for him when this human was caught at the borders of his kingdom and was taken to the Throne Room of the Mirkwood Palace. Her fate was known: thrown into the dungeon for the rest of her life. But when the Great Elvenking set his eyes on her face, those memories that he was running away from came flooding back and he felt the same pain rising in his cold heart... This is my first fanfic and I hope you guys like it. Please DO NOT STEAL IT. I've been working on this story for a really long time. Ideas are never as warm towards me as they are with others.

"B E A U T I F U L, B U T D E S T R U C T I V E." THE LORD OF THE RINGS [PRE-THE HOBBIT AND BEYOND] [THRANDUIL X OC]

Aeolin of Lothlorien has been traveling across Middle Earth for a little over a hundred years. After a loss struck her heart, Lothlorien was more of a reminder of it than a home. Aeolin decides to stop by the Woodland Realm to see a friend and, of course, meets the King of Mirkwood. Intrigued by how such a hard man could raise such a kind son, she tends to push her luck with the king and may enjoy it just a bit too much. But perhaps they have far more in common than they both realize? And perhaps the both of them will find something in the other that they've been searching for? *I DO NOT OWN LOTR OR THE HOBBIT. I ONLY OWN THE CHARACTERS AND SCENARIOS I CREATE.*

my name is namaarie it means farewell in elvish Ive lived in mirkwood all of my life which is about 1500 years tauriel is my best friend here she is diffrent than any other girl that ive met but things went down after she ran away a discoveries tears and pain but mostly LOVE . . . If you want to read more continue reading by clicking on the orange cube above ⇧ disclaimer: this would be my first english writing and my first one at this app/website I hope from the bottem of my heart that you all enjoy from this upcoming story of mine and dont forget to vote !! ♡ love you ♥ omer ツ disclaimer2 : I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARCTERS MOST OF THEM BELONG TO THE HOBBIT AND LOTR books/movies Ive add some characters of my own but most of them are from those books and movies

Ellendil let the arrow fly from her bow as she said, "I orcs gar- reached i fen!" She jumped over an orc and slid her sword through its back as she turned her gaze on the elf behind her. "Híril Ellendil, I orcs will nia nor- ammen!" the elf said. Ellendil blinked and looked around. "No, they won't," she said when she finally spotted what/who she was looking for. Without a moment's hesitation she flung herself into the fray, striking down any orc that got in her way. Blood splattered her face and finally, she leaped into a tree, drew her bow and loaded an arrow. "Híril Ellendil!" The moon shone in the night sky, and the cold chill of the night air made her breath chilling. She stared at the roaring figure and muttered, "Take down the leader, and you take down the army." Time seemed to stop as she let the arrow fly. It sped through the air slowly, and even slower, the head of the huge figure turned. But it was too late. The arrow struck him in the head, and he fell, dead. "Elldendil! Bellow cin!" Legolas called through the retreating orcs. The tree was shaking, and the orcs swarmed it. Ellendil let more arrows fly, but before she could leap to another tree the branch snapped and she fell into black. * * * Ellendil, younger sister to Legolas, and daughter to Thranduil longs to see beyond Mirkwood. Her deepest desire was to explore beyond Mirkwood, and she did not keep it hidden. With many attempts to escape she is confined to the kingdom and not allowed to enter the trees. In the end she gives up her dream, but all that changes when she meets Elmen. And across the land in Lothlórien the daughter of Galadriel, Elbereth, has not yet found her true love. And in Rivendell, the sister of Arwen and daughter of Elrond, Luthien, is striving to be the best medic she can be. (Ellendil, Elmen, Luthien, and Elbereth are my fanfiction characters. The rest belong to Tolkien) (ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Stealing Isn't nice. ;))

The elven King, Thranduil, finds something he never thought he would whilst on a stroll through his lands. a small human child. An Unusually curious bright child that captures him. is he using her to replace the emptiness Legolas brought, when he left to follow his own path, or are these genuine fatherly feelings?.

This is the beginning of a challenge that I am making of myself (and for any who will participate) in which I will in a sense role-play as the Thranduil, who is in love with you (or your fictional character/Tolkien character), and will write a personalized letter to anyone who "writes back". I will continue this challenge until June 30, 2019, of which the last letter from Thranduil will be posted. DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Thranduil, The Hobbit or anything associated with it. I have no affiliation with anything either. This is for entertainment only, and no profit is being made.

Thranduil released a breath and gave a sensual sneer. “Intriguing set of scars you have…” A story that started as a oneshot imagine and has evolved into something bigger. Thranduil X You

The King of the Woodland Realm has suffered and lost so many things, that even he is sure his heart has turned stone-cold. His realm is dying and infested with spiders, his wife died leaving him with a son, and he watched his people die in battle. The elves are sure that Thranduil will stay this way forever, but can a change of heart change a person?

Who is to say you are worthless if you are not perfect? A human girl struggles to find her value in Mirkwood due to the absence of her biological parents and the hidden scrutiny from Thranduil, the Elvin king who wants nothing to do with raising her.

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"When she opened her eyes, she recognised the view immediately. She was in Middle-Earth." A young human girl Eleanor sees dreams like any other person. But in her dreams, she has traveled around Middle-Earth and became an elf.

This book is clearly about thranduil and his awesome party's will be a lot of chapters I promise so enjoy and party with thranduil. it will be really funny.!!!