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                   --- finished and posted all starters and replies except the ones for @saligiare                         & @oftheblackoath. i’ll be getting to them asap. ^-^ if i’ve missed anyone                         else, pls let me know! 

emznur:

              “As you wish.”

He didn’t question her decision. She was old enough to decide what she should do, so he said nothing more about sending messages back to her husband. Thranduil laced his fingers together, looking at her and then at the chair in front of him, urging her to sit down. 

              “Things are...chaotic. I do not expect it to change until after the war.                And how fares your husband? He is well, I presume?”

While he and Thorin rarely exchanged letters, they did communicate a bit better than they had before. They would never be the closest of friends, but at least they weren’t going to throttle each other on sight. Though the relationship between elves and dwarves was far from being repaired, it wasn’t as horrible as before. Thinya and Thorin’s marriage had made that possible, but only time would truly tell if that union was strong enough to mend those wrecked fences.

feralstriike:

That was something he understood. The cities were filled with wondrous things. Food that delighted the senses, places that revealed new information about current societies, and people that represented all walks of life. But the noise and the slow clog of pollution had him favor his mountain retreats across the world. He loved the tranquillity and the basic beauty of nature. At her words, he almost smiled. It was rare to find someone who understood his preference for the outdoors.

                  “The trees in this area, yes. Unfortunately, these woods are far too large for                     me to cover at once.”

Speaking to the trees, to the Ents that had slipped into a deep slumber, never to awaken, was a skill he had never perfected. His mother and, to an extent, his wife, knew it, but he was too busy learning how to fight to understand Entspeak. It was a language that had long since died, but it didn’t stop him from talking to the trees whenever he could.

The question now was whether she could.

                    “You speak as if you understand them. Do you?”

He turned away from her a little so that he could look up, at the green canopy that stretched on for miles. It made him feel as if he were back home in the Greenwood, before the spiders had decided to take over.

takeabiteoutofyou: 

              “That’s because I was in hiding.”

The loss of the other agents and members of Kingsman had been a huge blow. Add to that the fact that Merlin was dead, and it seemed as if everything he’d known was gone. But the two Galahads were alive ( one having left the organization to marry that royal girlfriend of his ), so not everyone was lost. They were also slowly recruiting, using his father’s old connections and Galahad’s as well. In time, Kingsman would be reinstated. 

The woman’s closeness didn’t make him flinch, and he held her gaze even as she did her best to butter him up. 

                   “You can see its...guts once we have everything ready. I’d hate                      for you to walk in and end up getting hurt. We’ve been installing                      several security systems, which are unstable.”

His way of saying that she might not be able to see the headquarters while it was being rebuilt, but she could once it was up and running. It was the least he could do for someone who was part of Statesman.

daughteroffrost: 

A dragon.

The woman’s words brought a chill that wrapped itself around him. While the two fugitives might not have passed through his realm, they could have taken the river that led to Laketown and to the Lonely Mountain. The home of the last remaining dragon in Arda. Thranduil knew that Smaug still slumbered beneath the rock, guarding his treasure and killing any who dared enter his domain. 

If what she was saying was true, then Iracebeth meeting Smaug wouldn’t bode well for anyone.

                      “She may not have passed my domain, but there is one place she                        could be headed to. The Lonely Mountain. A dragon dwells within.”

He didn’t need to explain what could happen if she wasn’t stopped. His insides had turned into ice, and he could barely remember placing a hand over the handle of his sword. To take an entire army to Erebor would cost them precious hours, but he didn’t want to entrust a GRAVE mission to someone he didn’t know or trust. And with his son gone and war looming in the horizon, there were very few options left. 

                        “I shall show you where it is myself.”

kingxfmischief: 

                “Is it not? Very well. Why have you decided to come?”

Jokes weren’t often made in his home, so Loki’s attempt at drawing humor into the conversation wasn’t noticed. Thranduil was stern by nature, his personality rarely changing even with his son and his ward, Tauriel. He’d agreed to see the prince out of a sense of loyalty to his ally, who he hadn’t seen in decades. But he understood why Odin could no longer travel between realms. A king did understand the sacrifices that were needed to be made.

Still, he appreciated this constant reassurance of their unwavering alliance that often came in the form of Thor and Loki’s visits. As a pair of elvish attendants entered bearing a tray filled with refreshments, he sat down on one of the chairs and gestured Loki to do the same. 

captainofstarlight:

              “That much is true. I would expect you to deal with the little troublemaker disrupting                 meetings soon enough.”

Just like he’d dealt with her and Legolas’s shenanigans when they were younger. Thranduil sometimes found it difficult to accept that both of them were all grown up. One with a family, and the other traveling the world, which was what HE had wanted to do when he was young. But he held no grudge towards his son; all he wanted was that the prince would come home safely. 

edhelaran:    

Happy memories of their childhood were comforting. A sure way to make him forget the horrors of the past and the present and the uncertainty of the future. With one braid finished, he moved on to the next, intending to have both thin enough to be subtle. While not forbidden, it was rare for elven lords to use braids meant for princes and princesses. Another shout, this time from Tauriel, had him look towards the door again, half expecting the elflings to come rushing in with a flurry of words about how they saw something strange or Legolas tried stealing Tauriel’s favorite bow. When neither child came, he lowered his gaze to what he was doing, and he was halfway done before he spoke.

                   “And I suppose that was the case. Adar was cross with me for                     days.”

To other elves, he may have seemed like a bumbling idiot, especially when compared to his older twin. He was the one who wanted to travel Middle Earth instead of focusing on his training and who spent more time reading than practicing his skills. Eventually, he decided that nothing, not even his personal desires, was more important than protecting their people.

                   “A bit of both. I can do more than enough damage using either.                     Why do you ask?”

There were times when he used two swords, but most of the time, he used one. Daggers were reserved for those rare moments when he was disarmed of his sword, and the bow and arrow was a last resort. So far, there was no need for him to use the latter. Thranduil tied the ends of the braid in place, setting it down so it blended well with his brother’s fair hair.

starter for @warriorswithin child verse (in doriath)

Was he not the most studious of all elflings?

Well, his mother seemed to think so.

But Thranduil had decided to visit the library not to IMPRESS. He was there to learn, and after being given a book on the history of the Valar, he found a quiet spot and began to read. His fair hair soon formed a curtain, shielding his face from the others that passed. So engrossed was he with the tales of those who created his kin that he didn’t notice someone approach.

Not even the slight prickle on the back of his neck, which often signaled a lingering stare, made him stop what he was reading and look up.