Thranduillovestory Stories

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 Lady do you not believe it to be rude to not thank your host for entrance into the Woodland Realm?" Thranduil questioned the radiant creature standing before him. "I believe my brother thanked you already my lord." The creature answered bluntly as she gazed off into the distance, still not meeting his cool stare. Her resistance both angered and enticed him. He could not understand why...

This is Y/N. Follow her story as she goes through life at Mirkwood, alongside her friend Legolas. Only one thing seems to bother her: His Eyes. Watch as she struggles between her heart and her head, with her past coming in for a surprise visit. And all started because of the one and only King of the land himself.

Alexandria(or Alexa for short) who is working as a soldier for America She went to Kazakhstan for an assignment but an unexpected happened While she fought, a nuclear bomb exploded where they were stationed. She woke up to find herself in a luxurious bedroom and noticed bandages over her body A woman with a white dress appeared on the edge of the bed which shocked her. She noticed that she is so beautiful and cannot help but envy her "What is your name dear?"the woman asked Alexa "Alexandria or Alexa for short"Alexa said The woman smiled at her and said "I am Galadriel and may I ask where are you from?"Galadriel asked "America ma'am"Alexa said as Galadriel looked confused"Amerika?"she asked "You don't know where is America?"Alexa asked as Galadriel nodded "Uh where am I ?ma'am?"Alexa asked "Rivendel and you can call me Galadriel"Galadriel said smiling "I assume you're not from this world"Galadriel asked "Yes I think"Alexa said "Well then, Welcome Alexa"Galadriel smiled

Sleeping Beauty was no fairy tale, She did not fall in love with a prince. No, she fell in love with a king! Not any ordinary king, The elf king of Mirkwood. Y/n L/n Sleeping beauty, She was no fary tail! She was a legend!

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?

"Yes, they're Dwarves and I'm a Elf, but they are like my children." A lonely Elvish women soon joins a adventure with a Wizard, Dwarves, and a Hobbit in search to help reclaim the Lonely Mountain. But, with if this journey leads to finding love towards a elvish king? Let's find out in this Unexpected Journey shall we! *Discontinued* Thranduil Love Story All Characters and Places do belong to J.R.R Tolkien. Some characters do belong to me along with one kingdom.

Running from one's past ghost's is never a good idea. Lútharían learned that the hard way when a choice that she took over 80 years ago comes back to haunt her. This story takes place 5 years or so after the war of the Ring ended. In this version, the ring bearers have not yet left the gray shores. I don't own anything that belongs to Tolkien and his writings. Only the story plot and my own characters.

the kings wife who he has kept a secret only of which a few now of is finally revealed to everyone she become a target or a weakness but she has a few hide features as she calls them

The story, set in the year 90 of the Third Age, Thranduil recounts the story of how he met the love of his life, to Legolas. A short little story reuploaded from Quotev

A story about the love between thranduil and a young she elf

Thranduil gripped his throne trying to shut out the sobs of his morning people. Queen Elodiel had just died. All he had left was Legolas. He was breaking inside and couldn't help when no one was around but to cry. He got up quickly and rushed out of the castle into the woods. He stopped after a he was in the forest a good ways. He closed his eye a he started to feel tears come to his eyes. Then he herd a twig snap. He whipped around his sword ready. Then he saw her. A she-elf with blond almost white hair flowing down her shoulders and back, with dark blue eyes. She was beautiful. He put his sword away not taking his blue eyes off of her. "What is your name?" She put on hand on her hip and smiled a bit. "Candís." I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE LOTR's OR HOBBIT CHARACTERS

Lyra had always considered herself to be a monster. She was created by the Necromancer to be nothing but a personal assassin. When he first made her, she was nothing but dark magic with the ability to change into any creature at will. She was then rejected by him when he deemed her to be "not strong enough" and she was left to fend for herself. Being disconnected from his magic caused her to turn into a human, with a heart and a soul and blood pumping through her veins, but able to keep the powers she had already obtained. Now she was on her own with nowhere to go. On her journey for freedom and revenge she meets Thranduil, the king if the elves. There is an immediate attraction between the two that Lyra tries to fight, but she knows that she can't hide from love forever. After a life of betrayal and heartache, can she learn to trust the elf king? Or will she fall victim to the growing feelings that they have for each other?

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.

Raised by a small herd of wild horses and her father, a half-elf, half-human has always known the freedom of the untamed wilderness. But when a devastating accident forces her into the unknown, she stumbles into the heart of the Woodland Realm. Unfamiliar with the ways of elves and with no memory of the world beyond the wilds, her unexpected arrival catches the eye of the Woodland King. Will he see her as a threat, or could this mysterious wildling be more than just a stranger in need of refuge?

Nerwen is no ordinary daughter of the Eldar. Touched by the blood of the ancient ones and gifted with elemental magic long forgotten, she is summoned to the Greenwood on the eve of war. Sent by Galadriel, bound by purpose, and haunted by a past of loss and silence, Nerwen carries a power the Enemy has already begun to hunt. There she meets Thranduil-king of starlight and ice, carved by grief, crowned in thorns of pride. What begins as wary distance deepens into something neither can name. As the darkness spreads from Dol Guldur and the dwarves of Erebor awaken a fire beneath the mountain, fate draws them closer, even as old wounds threaten to tear them apart. From the shadowed halls of Mirkwood to the burning skies over Dale, Echoes in the Greenwood weaves a tale of war, sacrifice, and slow-burning love. It is the story of a warrior who carries too much, a king who dares to hope again, and a bond powerful enough to bend even the will of the Valar. And when all light seems lost... the Greenwood sings her name. All of the original characters from Tolkien are not mine. All of the others are of my own creative power.