One Of The Best Fics That I Have Read So Far.

One of the best fics that i have read so far. 🤧 😭❤️❤️

Some of the best moments-

The ponytailed God bowed to you.

One of the best descriptions of Zyglavis. 🤣

Tauxolouve tilted his head slightly, smiling brightly. “Yup, we grant the wishes of Humans that are strong enough to reach the Heavens. Just because Zig is old and jaded -”

“I am younger than you!” Zyglavis snapped.

LMAO 🤣 🤣 🤣

Zyglavis scowled. “The way that question was worded was a little biassed towards your department was it not? Both Wishes and Punishments are needed in order to maintain the balance of the Earth and the Heavens as you well know.”

Tauxolouve closed his eyes, smiling brightly in Zyglavis’ direction. He chuckled. “So you do admit that my department is important as well then.”

“...” Zyglavis looked to the side

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Your writing is wonderful!✨️✨️✨️ ❤️❤️❤️ I hope you will a write second part. Please!!! 🙏🥺

Hello! 🙂

I hope you aren't too busy at the moment.

I would like to request a story where Tauxolouve dies and is reborn as The King's son. Who falls in love with a human girl who became a Goddess. This human girl is not the MC from the game.

The details and the ending are upto you.

Thank you ❤️

Sorry this took a bit longer than I was expecting, though hopefully the length this ended up being explains that! (Was determined to get this up tonight so hopefully I didn't miss anything when rechecking through and formatting on AO3. It's gone midnight here 😅 )

Title: The Reborn Prince and The Ascended Goldfish

Rating: T

Fandom: Star-Crossed Myth

Status: Complete

Total Word Count: 16,832

Pairing: Tauxolouve/Goddess!Reader

Major Characters: Goddess!Reader, Tauxolouve, King of the Heavens, Huedhaut, Karno, Ichthys

Minor Characters: Teorus, Zyglavis, Leon, Aigonorus, Scorpio, Dui, Partheno, Krioff

Genre: Alternate Timeline, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary: The King of the Heavens refused to give Tauxolouve a home in the Heavens, but on the night of Tauxolouve's death he realises he had made a mistake and intervenes to raise his soul to that of a full God and raise him as his son.

Thousands of years later, you are a human whose business has failed due to issues beyond your control and when the King of the Heavens offers to raise you to a Goddess to start a new life, you take it.

The King offers you a place in Punishments, but Tauxolouve (who is Minister of Wishes) reveals that both departments are actually a God short right now.

However, The King immediately warns you away from Tauxolouve, and you soon find yourself wrapped up in secrecy in order to avoid the King's disapproval. All on top of discovering your divine powers and getting used to your powers and the other Zodiac Gods.

A/N: As this contains the reader finding out their divine power and talk about other divine powers and their issues, there are at least alluded to spoilers for quite a lot of the routes. Some things are still the same, but as I say this is an alternate timeline and the positions in Wishes are slightly different. As to how? Read the fic to find out! 😉 Not beta read, any mistakes ae my own.

This is me 🤦‍♀️🥲

Hi!🌹 Are you willing to write a fic, where Thorin falls in love with a girl, but the problem is she is half elf and half human, who resides in Dale before Smaug destroyed it? Years later he discovers her working in a pub and finally approaches her. The ending is up to you. 🙂💖✨

Thorin~ Pieces of a Puzzle.

Synopsis: Thorin falls in love with a half-elf and half-human girl who resided in Dale before Smaug destroyed it. Years later, they reunite in Lake-town where she’s working for a pub and he finally has the courage to approach her. 

🍃Masterlist🍃 Female MC! A/n: This was absolutely less dialogue than I’m used to, but I feel like it worked out. Sort of. I didn’t reread/reedit after writing this at a horrible time of morning. But I hope you like it anyway despite its flaws! 🥰

–Word Count: 1,788– 

He first met you when he was passing through Dale. It was a chance meeting, something that Thorin didn’t think much of. But at the time, he was simultaneously awestruck as he was taken aback. He had been under the impression that he would fall head over heels for another dwarf… but you were so beautiful—and you were no dwarf. 

Nay… You were the most magnificent being he’d ever laid eyes on. A half-breed… a half-human, half-elf. He should have turned away immediately, but he was enraptured with your grace. You seemed to be idly shopping, none aware of his royal presence in the city.

Frustrated with this odd predicament he found himself in, he turned, determined to, even faster, make his way back to his kingdom under the mountain. 

He was hell-bent on neglecting these sudden feelings, it was what was best. He was a prince, after all. Romanticizing such an impossible relationship with a commoner was… well… beneath him. 

It was supposed to be beneath him…

But somehow you seemed to consume his thoughts. As a resident of Dale, it made sense that he would never be too far from you. Still, how was it possible that he would continue to catch glimpses of you during his trips through the city? Was it a deliberate twist of fate to continuously meet with you, or was it simply a trick of his love-struck eye? 

It couldn’t be trickery… not when he first meets you up close and within arms reach. It might’ve seemed like a passing glance, where the two of you locked eyes for the longest few seconds of his life, but it tugged at his heart strings. Unable to escape his feelings after this fleeting meeting with you, he acted on his feelings as only a dwarven prince would. With the sense of longing that plagued his chest, he would send you gifts and treasures that he personally thought would compliment you. Though, in his mind, no stone or gem or treasure could outshine you, nor the way the light reflected in your eyes as if your eyes themselves were crafted deep within the depths of the earth. 

Likely, it was obvious where the gifts were coming from… After all, where else could such precious stones be coming from? The jewelry? The sudden gold coin? While it might have seemed like a bit of an overreaction from your one encounter, that was exactly how he wanted it. He wasn’t a prince if he wasn’t showering his love interest with the best. Besides, it was in a dwarf's nature to display the most beautifully crafted stones and gems to a potential partner. Well… this was, as he said, just a passing infatuation. 

Still, it was necessary. Would you be so bold as to desire another man when you had Prince Thorin’s attention? 

Absolutely not. It was unthinkable.

So, there went his plans of neglecting his feelings and ignoring your presence in dale. He made sure it was fairly inconspicuous, of course. He wouldn’t want to draw any unwarranted attention your way, the same as he wouldn’t want his father or grandfather getting involved. This was purely a personal affair. If he chose to low-key court a half-elf-human without actually making anything official, then that was his decision as prince.

Besides, it wasn’t like he ever got a chance to truly meet with you and see you before… the unthinkable happened. How were they supposed to know a dragon would come and destroy all they held dear? Their home… brought to its knees before the great and terrible dragon, Smaug. 

He recalled briefly stressing over your safety, but there were many other things for the young prince to place his attention on. His Kingdom was in shambles and needed his attention and tending to, first and foremost.

Over time, what felt like a great many years, Thorin was sure to forget his fleeting fancy for you, the beautiful elven-human that was just beyond his reach for so long. He was sure such would be the case, not to mention, he was positive you would scorn both he and his family name for bringing such a dragon to your homeland, destroying everything in sight.

These thoughts briefly flickered through his mind’s eye, as he and his company returned to the lonely mountain. Many feelings stirred in his chest the night before their mission to retake Erebor. There was a lot riding on his shoulders, and he now had the full support of not only his company, but also the small town of Lake-town. 

He thought nothing of it… until he saw you again, someone who had evaded his busy thoughts for quite some time. All at once, his feelings seemed to rush back to him as he realized everything that rode on this quest of his. 

He hadn’t expected to see you here at this celebration, of course, but it did him well to see you doing well for yourself. You were in attendance, invited by the Master of Lake-town, a caterer serving from the best pub in all of Lake-town. After all, the Master would have nothing but the best for the dwarves, soon to make Lake-town a great civilization beneath the foot of the mountain again. 

During this celebration, however, Thorin found his feelings winning over, and for the first time since laying eyes on you all those years ago, he took this opportunity to speak with you. A lot was bound to happen over the course of the next few days… He wasn’t about to squander what could be his last opportunity. 

When he first asked to speak with you, however, things were awkwardly silent. Well, that was more-so because you were both lost in each other’s eyes, each waiting for the other to speak first. Regardless, Thorin was the one to call you there and he would speak first. “I’m sure you don’t need my admiration spelled out… You’ve been in my thoughts near constantly. Ever since that day I saw you in Dale…” He trailed off, his eyes showing much more than his words ever could. He didn’t want to bring up the past. Thorin had to focus on now, on the present. This was something he could control. But he only found himself asking, “How have you been?”

“Well,” you timidly answered. You thought about how this interaction might one day occur, but this wasn’t how you saw it happening. After the desolation of your home, you disregarded your thoughts of Thorin as nothing more than a fantasy, something from your past that would never be regarded again. Yet, here he was, finally speaking with you. After a tired sigh, you continued, “I’ve been better than most, but poorer than some.”

This was good news, he had to admit. It seemed that all his time adorning you with fine jewels served you well during your time after the crisis. His admiration and actions of the time didn’t go with regrets. “I am glad to hear that. Your well-being is important to me… I often thought of how you fared whilst I was away.” 

Of course, he did… you thought of him too, though you wouldn’t admit it in so many words. After a tense pause, you brought up the subject that seemed to be the elephant in the room. “Do you really intend to go and face the dragon with that little hobbit?”

“I do.” 

There was a lack of hesitation in his voice… something that scared you. It had been years since your fantasies of being with the dwarf prince were laid to rest with the dragon under the mountain. Here, with him standing before you, those feelings and fleeting fantasies were at your doorstep once again. 

“I heard the legends…” You spoke, a hint of desperation in your tone. You genuinely were frightened, and rightfully so, with the stories you’d heard—he’d heard them too. “Many say that the dragon may have already gone or passed but… I don’t believe them. I can’t- You can’t afford to treat this so carelessly. We’ve already lost our homes once; we’re not prepared to do that again…” You paused. “And… I… I don’t want you to leave again.” You had waited too long, and this chance was presenting itself to you. 

This prince seemed like he would do anything for his people and his home. It was a noble effort, but you had lost too much to let him slip through your fingers when you had a chance to stop the worst from happening. 

Worst of all, the small, reassuring smile that crossed his lips made the ache in your chest grow all the more bittersweet and painful. Quietly, between the two of you, he promised, “I will do all that I can to make sure that doesn’t happen. A story is just a story… A prophecy is just a prophecy. I’ll do everything in my power to protect you and reclaim Erebor.”

He was determined, and though it hurt you on the inside, this was what you found yourself loving about the young dwarf prince. Why a dwarf? You’ll never know. Maybe it was their stubbornness, maybe it was their determination to so fiercely follow their hearts and do what they believed to be right. 

Regardless, you had to smile in return. You had to support him with all your heart. But more than that… you had to give him an incentive to be careful, and a reason to come back. “I’ll be waiting with high hopes…” you said, gently caressing his cheek in a sign of affection. “For you to succeed, or to return alive.” Your chest ached in pain; you didn’t want to imagine him forfeiting his life for an impossible future.

All you wanted was for Thorin to choose whichever outcome would be more favorable in the end.

Tolkien Week 2021 | Week Two, Day One: Free Choice

“Allow me to introduce the Company of Thorin Oakenshield.” 

Sleepless Nights ⋆.˚ ⭒₊ .

For those out there struggling to sleep, I present to you...

Synopsis:

An elf from Rivendell, you eagerly joined the fellowship. However, many harrowing months into your journey, you constantly find yourself struggling to sleep.

Maybe a confession and a certain blond elf can help soothe your insomnia...

Legolas x gender-neutral elf!reader

No use of y/n

Prequel to Romantic Inclinations, but can also be read as a one-shot

Want to feel truly immersed? Listen while you read Encampment | Forest Sounds 

Content Warnings:

Spice scale: it’s spicy…but like it could also be spicier

Intimate physical touch + allusions to more

Word Count:

1.5k words

Translation Dictionary:

Meleth Nín = My Love

Mellon Nín = My friend

Aman = Blessed Land

⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚

On tumultuous nights in which Legolas would undertake watch, the Fellowship and seemingly the entire forest would fall into a deep, weary slumber. Despite dozing constantly during your trek across the foothills, much to Gimli's envy, when day finally welcomed the night your worries continued plaguing your mind. You had laid staring up at the stars, knowing exactly which ones would lead you home to Rivendell. Despite the stick digging into your shoulders, it wasn't the thought of a snug bed and safe fire that tempted you, but rather those that you'd left behind. Before you joined the fellowship, there had been whispers of exodus. In the moment you had been hungry for adventure, ignoring the signs, but what if you'd made a mistake? You couldn't help but picture your kin marching to the Grey Havens, escaping the torment that kept you from a good night's rest.

"Having trouble?" a kindly voice whispered. You briskly shot up, turning towards the source.

He sat back to a tree, vigilantly carving away at a piece of wood with his dagger. Despite your weapons lying comfortably around you; daggers by your ankle and spear by your side, Legolas's bow and quiver remained strapped to his back.

"Well that can't be comfortable," you teased, imagining the feel of a bow poking into your back. Suddenly you felt better about the stick.

"I could say the same thing about your arrangement," his head pointed towards your spot on the floor, eyes transfixed on his work.

"Hm, touché," you smirked, a pleasant silence falling between you.

The woods were immensely calm; the stridulation of insects a harmonious melody drowned out by a singular frog and its stark croak. The tranquility reflected in your companions, whose soft huffs of air you could hear below the crackling of the firewood. Maybe it was your expansive hearing that kept you from a restful sleep. You suddenly couldn't help but envy your newfound friends. Your thoughts were interrupted by the carving of wood as Legolas began to struggle with a corner, sawing forcefully at the bark.

"And what, exactly, are you making at this ungodly hour?" You stared at him with the corner of your eye, feigning annoyance.

"Wouldn't you like to know," the sawing continued.

"Mhm, what an astute observation" you mocked, standing and taking your place next to him, letting your head rest against the tree's homely bark.

After only a few weeks spent together you and Legolas had become settled in each other's presence. Through all of your teasing, you found it incredibly difficult to find anything about him to dislike. This unnerved you in a way, that is, how effortlessly you felt yourself falling for the princeling.

The silence returned once more, but the sawing had halted. You turned your head, finding Legolas already staring at you. His eyes were fawn-like and the tips of his ears began turning pink. Despite his curious embarrassment at being caught, he didn't shy away.

"What's on your mind?" you can feel your cheeks blossoming as the question leaves your mouth, your effort to prevent the blush only making it worse.

"How about you tell me what's keeping you from a good-night's rest," his eyes shone with genuine concern as he returned to his work. You felt the tension loosening, your playful demeanor returning once more.

"And what do I get for revealing such a thing, Prince?" You crossed your arms as if it could shield your fluttering heart.

"Whatever you want," the string was being pulled tighter once more.

You tried to keep your composure, confused as to how he was flustering you so.

"How about...you tell me what you're carving and why?" His eyes seemed to widen nervously at your proposal, only adding to your curiosity.

"Hmph, deal," he reached out your hand in mock fashion. His handshake was gentle and his palms sweaty.

"But earnestly, mellon nín, what is plaguing you?" he said softer than before, suddenly aware of the others sleeping around the fire.

A sigh escaped your chest before you even registered it. You never told anyone about your troubles, and yet somehow it felt natural with Legolas. You weren't sure how much to say.

"I just...haven't found my sleep to be restful. Not since we left-," you swallowed hard.

"-and not since the exodus" you looked into his eyes, expecting him to take over speaking. A piece of advice perhaps or some comforting words. But, he merely nodded, subtly encouraging you to go on.

You continued.

"When we first left, I had anticipated that this journey would be difficult, yes, but not impossible. The latter grows more apparent every day," the ground looked rather interesting at this moment. You began sifting the dirt through your hands, soothing yourself as your cheeks turned red in shame. It was unlike you, let alone any elf, to be so vulnerable with another.

Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder; urging you to look up. Legolas's face came into view, eyes soft and glowing with firelight.

"I'm glad I am not the only one who feels this uncertainty," he smirked, though his eyes appeared more sorrowful than anything. You breathed a sigh of relief, shoulders relaxing all at once.

"We're not meant to lose hope at the prospect of another day not appearing before us-" He halted himself.

"-But, if it's any consolation, I'm glad my last day would be spent amongst all of these wonderful individuals," you chuckled at his words, fighting back a tear. "And if I could visit Aman with anyone...," he paused, seeming to collect his thoughts.

"...I would want it to be with you," his eyes lingered on your face, his demeanor more nervous than you had ever witnessed.

He searched your face for any sign. Disdain, perhaps? Or maybe acceptance.

Your breathing hitched as his eyes dipped down to your lips. Your arms could no longer muffle the sound of your hammering heart.

You were suddenly made aware of the hand on your shoulder, the way Legolas's hair seemed to burn more so than glow, the way his eyes sparkled with moonlight as they looked at you with the reverence of a thousand worshippers.

"Seems we have the same wish," you said quietly. Your words lingered as neither of you moved. Legolas sat motionless, not wanting to back away...or overstep.

You noticed.

Raising your hand to his cheek, you steadily moved your face closer to his. Your lips lingered over his for a second, before you moved back slightly; glimpsing into his eyes, searching for permission, before returning fluidly to his lips.

His lips encompassed your bottom lip gently, before pulling back to look at you. Your heart fluttered as he peered at you with an indescribable sense of wonder; impressing a sense of fey upon him. A smirk appeared on his face as he leaned back into your chest, his lips smashing against yours.

You could feel the string in your heart snap, all semblance of control leaving your body.

His arms wound around the back of your neck, and without a thought you moved your legs around his waist; straddling him as his back was pressed against the tree.

A small grunt escaped his lips as your hips gently made contact with his, the angles of his face sharp beneath your calloused fingertips. He gently pried your hands from his face as his lips trailed down your cheek,

then your jawline-

and then to your barely exposed neck.

You let out an audible gasp as his teeth gently bit into your skin, your hands finding their place in his hair. Legolas began shifting his hips, a pleasurable moan escaping your lips.

"SHHH," the sound emanated from the campfire.

His face leapt away from your neck, searching for the source.

Your hand covered your mouth as you fought back a roaring bout of laughter. Legolas's face was blooming as he held his breath.

Had they heard you? If Gimli had spotted the two of you neither of you would hear the end of it.

You both waited for a moment, searching for any sign of movement amongst your supposedly slumbering friends.

You couldn't believe what just happened. Next time, you resolved to find a more private location.

You let out a sigh, slumping into his chest; arms wounding around his neck as his arms found their way around your waist.

"So...who taught you that," you whispered, giggling to yourself at the thought of his lips on your neck...the claim his teeth had made on your skin.

"A certain, close source, that I shall not divulge," his hot breath lingered on your ear, his voice coarse.

"Hm, so that's how Arwen got those marks,"

"I hope you don't mind, meleth nín,"

"Not in the slightest-" you pulled back slightly, forehead resting against his.

"-I shall wear it like a badge of honor," you kissed him on the forehead.

A certain twinkle shone in Legolas's eyes as he leaned in to kiss the bite mark with enough gentleness to make you cry yet again.

"I think we may awaken the entire forest if we continue," a blush formed on your cheeks.

"Let's get some rest then," he smiled, his cheeks painted crimson at the thought.

You stood slightly, unwinding your legs from his hips. You slid to the floor, resting your head on his now outstretched legs. Without a word, he grabbed the blanket from his side, placing it around your drowsy form.

Legolas began to hum an unfamiliar tune, fingers making lazy strokes across your face. All you could hear was his steady heartbeat and voice, drowning out all else.

Your heart swelled with warmth as you fell asleep in Legolas's arms for the first time.

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