WhiteRabbitRabbit

Have you ever wondered why crows are such a mourning color....? Why it can bring a depressing feeling to one's heart....? Well if so. Please listen closely to the story I am about to tell you.... For it is about the legend of the scarecrow..... Once upon a time. In a Russian village lived a lonely scarecrow to which he called himself, Ivan Bragnaski. He had hair as grey as a cloud and deep purple eyes. He wore a long coat and a scarf to which a Ukrainian woman had given to him as if he would ever need it. The land was a bland color because the only thing growing there was wheat. The wind was cold and slightly strong, and the sky was a gr

~* A.N: I have never written a Thranduil x Reader. This is the first one so please be kind. He is one of my favorite characters and I have done my best.*~ (f/n) was not a high elf, in fact she was nothing more than an elf by blood. So when she was allowed to take care of the Elks used by warrior elves it was a great honor for her and her family. Yet no one ever said it would be easy to fit in, if the higher elves didn’t make her feel lower then dirt, then Lord Thranduil did. He would come by often to disrupt the work of the (h/c) elf; not that she really minded, he was an Elven lord and quite attractive. But this day he had gone too f