jade

A scene from chapter twelve of @scary-grace's fic, Kairos!

Every day. Every day between that day and the last one, he saw her. He never thought to live without her, and now he is, and even that last morning when they were tired and worried and not terrified yet, he was happier than he has been since she died. He thinks. Maybe. Sometimes he catches flashes of it – a different kind of happiness than before – but it’s likely his imagination. Being alive feels much less like a chore than it did at first, but that does not mean he still doesn’t wish – You don’t have to wish that, Rirosseth says. I don’t want you to wish that. Thranduil rolls over onto his back and stairs at the ceiling once more. His hair is stuck to his shoulders, to the side of his neck, and he peels it away. The air is so hot, and so still. Would it be too much to ask for a breeze?

If it's not much to ask… Thranduil showing 1% of the same clinginess to Legolas? Please? I'm so sick about their distance sorry-

LEGOLAS & GIMLI

latest finished commission featuring legolas and gimli for @scrimplications — whose dark haired legolas vision is UNMATCHED! 🙏🏽🥹

This came to me in a dream

three hunters ↔️ three kings swap

bonus (who put these idiots in charge):