#thraduil

Rewamped this piece for prints :3

Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Legolas Greenleaf & Tauriel, Bard the Bowman & Thranduil Characters: Thranduil (Tolkien), Tauriel (Hobbit Movies), Bard the Bowman, Legolas Greenleaf, Dáin Ironfoot Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Battle of Five Armies, The Necromancer - Freeform, Dol Guldur (Tolkien), Canon-Typical Violence, Non-Linear Narrative, Amon Lanc (Tolkien), Mirkwood, Giant Spiders, POV Alternating Summary:

In a world where the White Council didn’t act in time, Thranduil enlists the aid of the other two Kings of the North to help him drive the Necromancer from the ruins of Dol Guldur. These are various reflections on their journeys from along the way.

Hello friends. I have never cared much for canon, and that continues today. I am counting down the winter solstice. Come with me?

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It’s a silly little ritual. Thranduil pretends he doesn’t know where it’s from, but he probably does. Bard is pretty sure he does.

 It’s not so public as a marriage ritual of Men, nor so permanent as a ritual of Elves, but it is theirs. 

In goblets of wine they poured for each other, all their promises are contained. 

I promise to love you

I promise to treasure you

I promise to move on from you when the time comes

Bard had made Thranduil promise the last one. Thranduil had insisted Bard promise the same. Though Bard intended to love Thranduil for the rest of his life, he made the promise easily enough. If he ever had to, he would move on.

Thranduil takes one glass, Bard the other, and they cross their arms, Thranduil makes it look easy to drink from his cup while their arms are clasped, but Bard obviously struggles. Still, he drinks down the whole thing and manages not to make a fool of himself, and when he’s done, Thranduil takes the goblet from him and kisses him soundly.

Bard is stupidly, wholly content. He had never been happier in all his life. He kisses back his Elf, his King, and he can smell the fresh flowers in his crown. The summer air fresh in the breeze.