not reading wips feels anti-fanfiction to me. and i don’t mean that in a “so you’re a bad person if you don’t read them” kinda way. do what you want. but i also feel, that you are completely missing the point. with fanfiction you’re supposed to come along for the ride. the epic highs and lows of highschool football. the comment sections. the conversations. the theories. the “sorry i didn’t update last week i was abducted by aliens and then my cat got stuck in a tree.” LIKE. if you just want a story that’s fully finished and polished go to a bookstore. fanfic is an EXPERIENCE. and ALSO. participating in the process is part of the way you make fanfic writing worth while. it’s part of how you thank authors. like why would anyone write fanfiction if no one was going to interact with them until it was done? it again feels like a way that fanfiction is being eaten by consumer culture. you’re waiting for your product. but this is supposed to be a club. you don’t turn up to drama club like “where’s my play bitch?” NO ma'am. we’re supposed to paint these cardboard trees together. ok. i may have lost control of this metaphor. BUT YOU GET IT.
Summary: Medieval AU - Forced to marry Thranduil, you have to learn to tolerate each other
Warnings: Forced marriage Tarot prompt will appear in bold
My father was calling for me first thing in the morning, which likely wasn’t a good omen.
“He’s here!” he says in an excited whisper once I come to my bedchamber door.
“Who is here?”
“Your future husband, the King of Mirkwood.”
My stomach dropped through the floor. I had thought my family would’ve stopped persisting with their arrangements for marriage when I very clearly took the stablehand into my room in a show of defiance. I didn’t want some pampered royal to wed, I didn’t even want to be married at all, least of all to the King of Mirkwood.
The little I knew of him was from maids who’d fled his service to come to my family’s estate. They described him as cold, callous at times with no interest in any kind of romance beyond the need for release. He simply had no time to properly woo a queen, nor did I think he had the inclination.
“Then he shall be sorely disappointed when he has to return. I will not be marrying him.”
“It is a holiday celebrated by man is it
not? While we do not have such a day in our culture, Thranduil and I have grown
to celebrate our union with every passing day. There is a
fondness in our hearts that links us together, and it is through that unbreakable
bond which we appreciate what we have. For while the seasons may change as the
winds come and go as dictated by Eru above, not a day goes by where I will do
cherish him with my heart.”
Once I saw that post I immediately made this story. However, I was unsure to post it or not because I’m still nervous. By the way, I know that only Thranduil and his wife are only there but hey. Thranduil deserves a happy short story as well with, of course, our young Legolas
The Hobbit movies where everything is the same except Thranduil doesn’t hide his scars and wears a kickass eyepatch
And that folks explains how his son Legolas became a pirate, before Legolas went to Valinor. Whilst they were sailing, Legolas tried to be a pirate during their sailing meanwhile Gimli is admiring Galadriel’s 3 golden hairs in his room.
Little!Legolas plays dress up with Thranduil’s autumn crown for August 27th’s Daily Doodle Sketch.
Tolkien is careful to note that children are precious to the elves, so my head-canon gleefully has Thranduil doting on his golden son and indulging him at every possible turn…
Red (Prismacolor Col-Erase Tuscan Red to be exact) and white colored pencils on tan paper. 9x12"
But seriously, do you ever realise how much of a sassy little shit Legolas’s mum must have been?
Like, given the fact how cocky Leggy acts like all the time and how serious Thranduil tends to act, just try to imagine where Legolas got that from, you know what I’m talking about. Let’s just assume Legolas is a ‘perfect mixture’ of both his parents; Thranduil all serious, his wife all cocky. And now think HOW COCKY that woman must have been in order for the perfect mixture to still be cocky. It’s like mixing blue and green. You need a lot of green if you want your result to still look green, and it will be green, but the first green that you mixed with the blue was still way greener. And the more blue you use, the more green you need.
Just THINK of that.
Think about Thranduil having to put up with that.
It’s not like he doesn’t have a certain amount of sass, it’s just, you know, not that kind of sass.
Imagine the two of them arguing.
JUST IMAGINE IT.
Bruh.
I know in fan art and so on, Thranduil’s wife is always portrayed as a kind of flawless looking, beautiful lady next to him, and we assume she must have been very loving and caring due to the ‘your mother loved you very much, more than life’ thing, but actually being loving and caring doesn’t say very much about a person. You can love and care about someone and still be portrayed without any kind of personality the way Thranduil’s wife is often portrayed. But what if she actually had a character of her own, and I need her to be more than her looks and her relationships to her husband and son.
That is why I’m going to sell my soul for cocky!Thranduil’s wife/Legolas’s mum.
JUST BECAUSE IT’S LOGICAL AND IT FITS AND IT’S PERFECT AND MOSTLY IT’S JUST SO MUCH FUN.
Legolas is so so good because literally ANY other elf would probably have known more, like, important quest-relevant lore than him – compared to the rest of them he is a baby and more likely than not one of the youngest if not the youngest elf in all of Middle Earth. And even most of the other, younger elves are probably from places like Rivendell where there’s more of the older traditions, not cursed, war-torn Mirkwood where they were mostly fighting to survive (and which is way more Silvan than Noldor/Sindar, so all that type of lore was never as much the culture there to begin with)
BUT he still got picked for the Fellowship, and ended up being the exact right choice for it entirely because it was more important that he was a weird ray of sunshine who proved to be way better at befriending other races – including a dwarf! – than all those other powerful or older elves would have been. His unique trait that made him the right elf to be chosen for the quest was literally “being good at friendship” and I love him so much.
