Innocent: A Thranduil One-ShotThranduil's eyes became heavier with every glass of wine. But that was part of the plan. The plan to forget. Unfortunately, it was, thus far, failing. Though he had consumed more glasses of wine than he could be bothered to count, his memories were only becoming clearer. The door of the throne room creaked open, interrupting him halfway through another glass. The Elvenking turned his head wearily in the door's direction, his eyes straining to focus on the figure entering the room. He heard the quick patter of little feet and sighed deeply. It was too soon for questions.Innocent: A Thranduil One-Shot by elksongredfeather
"Ada! Ada!" Legolas squealed, running and jumping into his father's lap. He buried his face into Thranduil's cloak, his tiny hands reaching towards his father for a hug. "You've come home!" Thranduil winced, putting a hand up to his shoulder, hissing out a long breath of pain. Legolas didn't seem to notice. He looked up at Thranduil, brows furrowed in confusion.
Always ~ConnorXdead!reader~~~oneshotKey=Always ~ConnorXdead!reader~~~oneshot by heatherkenway
(S/N)= Son’s name
You watched as Connor stood at your grave a feather in his hand. You died a year ago this day, it wasn’t because of your duty as a mentor assassin but because of your age. Connor and you had grown old together, had children, and been happy. You forced yourself to stay to watch over him until his time came. You looked at him, age had not been his friend this past year. His hair was gray and his face held deep lines. The sadness in his face made you feel his loneliness. He couldn’t see you, feel you or hear you. It frustrated you many times, you wished he could see you, you looked healthy again, you looked like yourself in your younger years. You watched as he placed the feather on the ground. He placed his hand on the stone that stuck out of the ground. It read: