Elvenking of Wood & Stone

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In the heart of night, amidst the silence and the ѕтαяѕ,

    QUIET AS THE WHISPER OF DARKNESS, AND SWIFT AS A F̘Ĺ̺̤̺͍A̡̦̤M̨̩̩E,

                        His cloak wildly around him dancing, his face carved with scars

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I’ve thrown everything into the queue and unlikely to be online at all. Hope everyone that does celebrate goes out to watch the fireworks and/or BBQ. Remember to always have a plan and most of all…

Be safe!

                If you don’t mind RPing with a Thranduil who’s a mix of the Tolkien novel, movie, and my own interpretation please like or reblog this so I may check you out! OCs and crossovers welcome.

It rumoured already days ago that Asgard would expect a new visiter and guest that came from a magicial part in the neighbour realm Midgard. It indeed has been a unawares surprise to expect any kind of magical being in the actual world of the mortals since the humans are more a species known to forget about the myths and true gods and so every mystical creature turned to a form of a fairy tale the mankind would speak about. A fairy tale of creatures that existed thousands of years ago and more and more rot and fade away.

The rumours had been trapped behind the golden gates of the kingly palace, as if Odin would spare it from every living being around except for his warriors and family..well, with one exception. The black sheep of this godly family Loki would keep himself isolated from the whispering talks of the many tongues Of the employees , more keeping himself away from Odin and the warriors, drowning himself in old literature of books and scrolls. It was his mother, Frigga, who informed his son about the new upcoming guest but it let the Aesir cold at first. It had been the pleading words of the queen that changed Loki’s mind to ignore the welcoming ceremony, at least he doesn’t desire to dissapoint the only person he truly loves in his personal jail the trickster agreed more half-heartily and promised to dress at least in a more elegant attire. But what really caught his interest were the following words of Frigga. “We will await a king, an elven King. And I know that you admire these people, my son. ” before she left the Prince’s chamber with her usual soft smile.

An elf king of Midgard… here in Asgard? Why just one? Loki remembers that elf folks normally live at least in small groups and are bonded to each other? Why just one, and why a king?

Thousands of thousands questions ran through the sharp mind of the sorcerer, immediately hurrying over to his bookshelf and re-read the old stories of the earthly elf folk. A true rarity.

And so the days quickly pass, a bright golden beam in the late evening sky of the God realm promised that the Bifrost had been in use and transported a new visiter. Everyone awaited the elf king everyone whispered about, also the young Black haired God who awaits the elf in the Throne room, together with Odin and Frigga and of course the guards and warriors around them. Loki nearly couldn’t focus to the current situation since his heartbeat deafens his ability to hear since it throbs hardly and could be felt in every cold vein under his skin. Was he nervous or simply excited to meet someone of his favourite species? So it was until the broad golden gates would open and silent steps would enter the halls. It was this slim , slender male, golden long straight hair that fell from his shoulder blades and shoulder while bright bluish eyes pierce through the palish peachy features, long steps pacing along the golden floor … and Loki suddenly felt like a child again. Verdant hues widen in marvel and a tad out of disbelief what he just sees. This perhaps is a new definition of beauty.. The young God never imaged to see an elf in his young years of living and even his jaw dropped a little bit before Odin would welcome the guest in deepest respect , the people the elf king had crossed took a deep bow to show their awe.

But this event now already reached the first week … a week that could have been called the perfect hell for the Aesir. He never dared to talk to the blonde man even during the ceremony…what was his name? King Thranduil? Loki haven’t captured himself in his chambers the last days since his curiosity would yearn him outside in the gardens or backyards, where the king would take his walk. Like an incredibly shy child the trickster would hide himself behind corners or thanks to a spell for camouflage green eyes would take in the long frame of the new guest as if Loki tries to remember every detail on this man. His beauty, his whole appearance and language his body speaks… it all seemed to outwordly, a dream. Loki couldn’t take it in. He doesn’t want to appear like a stalker, but sadly the God haven’t found his courage to change a word with this Thranduil, at least to welcome him. A situation where Loki could slap himself for this cowardly move.

When it happened as always that the elf would leave the gardens to return to entrance doors for entering the inside of the palace again, the God of curse didn’t hesitate to follow him back to this…but this time it was differently. It was hard enough keeping up the pace with the other male since his footsteps were nearly noiselessly like a car, but this time he was quicker than usual until he disappeared behind a near corner.

Loki tried to ran after him without making much obvious noises of running but.. the elf was gone. “Where did he go..?” The royal murmured to himself in confusion since it would be impossible to leave this part of the floor so quickly, taking now more timid steps as green eyes stare along the empty floor, no noises rang around, no footsteps.

                Ever since the ripple of war throughout the nine realms disturbed him within his kingdom, the All Father put a call out to find out the stance of former allies. The universe was pure chaos where one couldn’t tell friend from foe. The humans where still wholly ignorant of the politics of the realms and the self appointed ruler of these realms in the form of a god. A god the Elvenking himself and his kind did not recognize as such considering they were children of THEIR gods of the Valar. They were there before the Asgards placed themselves in that lofty position and would be there long after these gods were gone. Such was the gift and curse of immortality.

    The Elvenking arrived in the golden realm of Asgard with a benevolent smile that was more a smirk and silver blue eyes shining in hidden mirth. The guards and large golden gate god named Heimdell were large in comparison to himself. The Elvenking strode forth with a confidence and elegance his kind possessed. His footsteps were silent and he allowed his movements to be heard only by the rustle of silken fabrics. A soft sound that announced his presence long before the god turned that timeless gaze upon him before adjusting his movements to muffle this as well. He gave a slight dip of his head in greeting before the guards led him to the throne room. The opulent buildings shined in the starlight, a sight he only appreciated for the sight of the galaxies that faded away to the blue skies the closer he came to the city.

      Thranduil held himself with pose required for such gatherings, hands clasped behind his back and patiently waited as ceremony were carried out. The Asgardians were fond of ceremony based on how long and drawn out it were. That and their alcohol and food. A feast was sure to follow after the initial greeting. When it came time to acknowledge the All Father, Thranduil gave a slight bow of his head in reverence as was custom of his people the Eldar. For he were a king himself and to be acknowledged as such even in foreign realms. An action Odin himself did not escape his notice especially followed up by the quiet mutters between gossiping members of his court. He cast his gaze away from the All Father immediately after to dismiss the god from his mind to glance over the court. Frigga were there, as to be expected as wife to the All Father and took note of a strange black haired individual that seemed to be of note. His silver blue gaze locked onto those green hues for but a moment before his attention was called elsewhere to attend to business. That was the moment he took note of the one called Loki.

      The following feast was a boring affair. Dancing, alcohol, bountiful food splayed out across the large tables. The Elvenking mostly kept to himself to sip on his wine and make comments when conversation required it. So far, the Sindar was mysterious and that attracted the Asgradians who wished to know more. Yet the elf were sly and only said enough to tease and string them along before disappearing when no one was looking. This did happen to make him pass by the curious youth. An encounter that was a brief glance, quiet apologies, and a brush by before he was finally gone around a corner.

                Many weeks passed with the days blurring together. Settling a treaty with the All Father proved difficult considering the stubbornness and refusal to see a way that’s not of his own creation. The immortal felt as if he were speaking to a wall instead of negotiating a successful peaceful treaty. The only saving grace of the Elvenking’s stay were the gardens. The gardens themselves sang to him and he made it a point to take a stroll through them everyday. It was during these strolls he became aware of the curious god named Loki.

    The day came when Thranduil were fed up with the All Father and had half a mind to declare war and leave. It was on that day, the Elvenking decided to play a small trick on the trickster god. He went about his stroll as normal until it came time to end. He widened his stride to walk with a purpose down winding halls, past curious onlookers that didn’t even earn a glance, until he turned a sharp corner only to dip out of sight.

      When Loki appeared to mutter to himself, the Elvenking smirked. His sharp ears heard the young god loud and clear.

      ❝ What are you ∂σιηg? ❞ Thranduil stepped out behind Loki with his hands clasped behind his back. The Elvenking raise a single brow as he slightly tilted his head as if a curious bird. His silver blue gaze glanced over Loki from head to toe and back up again in a clinical manner.

▒ ♚ ▒  thranduil    ➥ verse:  twin au

WRAPPED  INTO  STILLNESS,  he  catches  his  twin’s  every  motion  upon  approach  and  would  in  no  moment  counter  with  protest  of  ANY  shape.      small  incline  of  pale  golden  head  allows  better  access  when  the  gift  is  bestowed  upon  him,  and  only  MILD  confusion  succeeds  to  ghost  across  fair  features  in  response  to  thranduil’s  remark  ———-  if  coupled  with  a  breeze  of  HUMOR.      ❝ just  what  would  i  do  without  you,  gwador  nín ? ❞      a  rhetorical  question  that  precedes  slow  motion  of  one  hand  reaching  out  to  gently  REST  upon  his  brother’s  cheek;  briefly,  silent  expression  of  gratitude.      ❝ but  say,  where  is  yours ? ❞

    G O L D .  D U S T . W O M A N

          p a l e   Shadow           of a  .  WOMAN

             BLACK WIDOW                    

    pale . . . shadow