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{Sequel to Far Too Long} ___ believed Thranduil’s confession of love. She agreed to give him a chance as a partner, not in royalty or business, but in love. She grew to admire the elf even more as the weeks went on. He seemed to truly care about the girl. It seemed that Thranduil had been true to his word...for six months. During those months, Thranduil devoted his time to making ___ happy. He focused on her every day, and she had to admit it, ___ enjoyed it. She had never been treated so well in her entire life. It was all smiles, passionate kisses, and whispers until that one fateful day. Legolas had become infatuated with a young e

The clanking of metal against metal was all she could hear. It demanded her unwavering attention and devotion. If she let her eyes dwell on anything else for even a second, then she would most definitely regret it. Thranduil would make sure of that. ___ was an advisor of the Prince, and her duty was to watch him at all times. She escorted him to training, festivities, meetings, and even his usual hunting trips. She tasted his food to be sure it wasn’t poisoned. She even cared for him when he became ill. It was quite a tiresome experience. Legolas needed to be watched at all times, or so his father thought. ___ knew it was for his own

You were such a wonderful, amazing, spontaneous, surprising, and beautiful girl. Always ready for whatever came your way, whether it be for good or for ill. The Doctor had never really come across a companion that already had such an extensive knowledge of human history, and had such a thirst to know more. You were smart, witty, clever, and inquisitive. Sure, every girl he ever took with him in the mystical TARDIS wanted to take his hand and jump into the stars, and so you did as well. But, you had always wanted to jot down where you were, when you were, and if there was ever a library, you always needed to see and learn from it. The Doctor

Life was great. Yes, for you in the TARDIS with your Doctor. You still couldn't believe he actually cared about you like you did him. Even after a few weeks of constant adventuring that only brought you closer. There was nothing you two didn't talk about now. As it were, after several days spent on a very hot and dank planet which was controlled by the Cybermen, and barely making it out with your lives, he decided that it would be prudent to have a few days off to heal. You both had sustained minor bruising and injuries from the metal men, you more so than him, and you two were now busy bandaging yourselves as the TARDIS drifted lazily throug

A Friend (11th Doctor x Reader x Past!10th Doctor)   Your room in the TARDIS felt unusually small as you pressed yourself into one of its corners.  Trying to fix yourself in a way that relieved the aching in your back, you almost dropped the book that you were reading.  Not that it mattered.  You had been on the same chapter for over an hour.  The sentences were nothing but hollow echoes in your mind; they held no meaning or bearing on your imagination.  Your thoughts were too fixated.  No distraction in the world could keep the conflict within you at bay.  Not even your favorite story.    

The Doctor was worried, you’d been avoiding him for what seemed like days, he could never tell in the Tardis, and when you were around you were withdrawn. You had always been shy and hesitant but never like this, he missed your usual soft giggle and quiet enthusiasm. The Tardis whirred as if trying to soothe his uneasy thoughts and he wondered if it had something to do with the fact that tomorrow was Christmas back on Earth. He pulled off his thick-framed glasses and ran a hand down his face with a sigh before ruffling his permanently wild hair and deciding call it a night. As soon as he left, you popped up in the console room, a smal

“CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!” The crew of pirates shouted at their captain and his drinking opponent as they emptied their drinking steins. You witnessed the scene before you as you absentmindedly dried off some glasses. Even as the seasoned bartender you were you had to admit you never had seen anyone drink so much beer. Glancing at the barrels behind you you feared they might drink your little pub dry. The red haired captain’s opponent lasted only 2 more rounds before falling to the ground in a drunken stupor. As soon as the crew saw he wasn’t getting up they all cheered and laughed. “No one can defeat our captain!̶

It was a quiet evening in yours and Logan's apartment. The both of you were sat on the sofa, your head leaning on his shoulder. "We should go out tonight," you suggested, looking up at your boyfriend. "Like where, bub?" Logan asked, a gleam of excitement evident in his eyes. "Take me out for a drink, like old times," you requested. Logan had taken you to a bar for your first date where you had drunk a little and then went your separate ways back home. This became a pattern as you met up every week for a drink, until he finally asked you to be his girlfriend. Logan laughed at your idea, "Ok, let's go." He grabbed the keys to his truck and

You woke up from the sound of heavy breathing. You opened your eyes and saw Logan sitting on the edge of the bed, his feet on the cold floor, his hands in his hair. You sat up as well, your legs on either side of him. You wrapped your arms around his broad torso while you snuggled your chin into the crook of his neck. ‘’Do you want to talk about it?’’ you asked him. ‘’No, just…stay with me.’’ He sighed, knowing that you already guessed he had another nightmare.   His nightmare’s were horrible, at least for Logan they couldn’t be worse. You were always there, and he was never