✧༺♥༻∞༺♥༻✧

"𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘? 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄"

✧༺♥༻∞༺♥༻✧

✧༺♥༻∞༺♥༻✧

✧༺♥༻∞༺♥༻✧

✧༺♥༻∞　𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹　∞༺♥༻✧

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗲
The deceitful one

𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲
Feyre Dariel

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲
Feyre

𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀
↳Fey [A nickname her closest friends call her]
↳F [Her handmaidens in Mirk wood called her this]
↳My lady [Her handmaidens in the dark realm call her this]
↳My queen, your majesty, your grace, her royal majesty, the Queen [Common titles]
↳The evil queen, the wicked queen, the devil with the Angel face, the destroyer of world, the queen killer, the queen with a thousand faces [Common titles used in stories and among the commoners]
↳My dark beauty, my queen, my darkness, my moon, my stars, vessë
[Thranduil]
↳Momma, Mommy, mom, amil [Her son]

𝗮𝗴𝗲
Unknown, at least 3000

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿
Female

𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘀
She/her

𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻
Heteroromantic

𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆
Heterosexual

𝗼𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻
Queen consort

𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁
She has a strong British accent

𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲
Unknown

𝘇𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗰
Unknown

𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗲𝘀
Dark elf

𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀
The abilities of dark elves are similar to those of elves. They are more agile, have more strength and have stronger senses. Just like normal elves, they can walk over snow without leaving footprints. They can hear better than any human possible could. However, they have some abilities that are different.
↳Moon absorbing. Dark elves live from the darkness, however they draw power from the moon. They are stronger at night, many thought it was because of the darkness, but in reality it's because of the moon. The moon strengthens their magic and their physical strength. This is why dark elves prefer to attack in the night
↳Night vision. Dark elves draw their power from the moon, they are stronger at night. They are creatures of the night and therefore they can also see in the dark. Their world is surrounded in darkness, they wouldn't be able to see a thing without night vision. Actually, there eyes are so used to the dark, that bright sunlight can damage the eyes.
↳Memory manipulation. This is an old trick and some very powerful magic that Feyre has possessed for as long she can remember. She can manipulate, erase and completely wipe memories. A power that is highly sought after, this is also a reason why so many dark elves desire her as wife, she can produce powerful heirs. The power is limited, like all abilities are. The stronger her bond with someone is, the easier it is to get access to someone's mind. If she manipulates the memory of a stranger, it takes a lot more power, and it's easier to resist. All her subjects, however are magically bonded to her and therefor she as automatically access to their minds.

✧༺♥༻∞༺♥༻✧

"𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍"

✧༺♥༻∞༺♥༻✧

✧༺♥༻∞༺♥༻✧

✧༺♥༻∞༺♥༻✧

✧༺♥༻∞　𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲　∞༺♥༻✧

𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺
Hannah lawrence

𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁
5'7 feet

𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁
150 pounds

𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗲
Hourglass

𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗲
O+

✧༺♥༻∞༺♥༻✧

"𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒. 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑. 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃. 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓S 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍"

✧༺♥༻∞༺♥༻✧

✧༺♥༻∞༺♥༻✧

✧༺♥༻∞༺♥༻✧

✧༺♥༻∞　𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹　∞༺♥༻✧

𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆
Feyre is a deceitful creature. She has an innocent appearance that hides the darkness and cunning mind beneath layers of wide smiles and soft giggles. She appears to be a yoke woman, no older than 20, but is in reality over a thousand year old. Many underestimate both her intelligence and cruelty. A woman as lovely looking as her, can not be one that orders the death of thousands without blinking? She's only a woman after all, she can't be that much of a threat. That are thoughts that swirl around in their heads, a few seconds before they loose said head, by the hand of Feyre. She's cruel and merciless. Nothing sparing a single thought about killing someone. She's revengeful, and her ways to get this revenge are far from pretty. She will gladly accept alliances with the worst of the worst to make someone pay. And when she has them in her hands, the way she makes them pay is enough to cause nightmares by those who have merely watched. The screams of those who cross her are heart breaking, yet no one would ever dare to even think about object. She is the queen after all.

Feyre is a queen through and through. She's a leader. She depends respect and obedience, and may god save anyone who fails to deliver this to her. She was born to lead. Whenever there is chaos, whenever it's needed, she will be there to lead and take care of everything. Unlike what many might think, she isn't a tryant, neither is a particular cruel towards her own people. She's a just ruler, but a strict one. Most people judge her on the rumours that are spread about her. The rumours about her merciless heart and cruel mind. That she kills without care in the world. Those rumours aren't false, she has to admit that, but they aren't the truth either. Truth to be told, feyre is fully aware of her own cruelty, as is she about the rumours. She knows they serve a purpose. They scare people. Which is exactly what she is trying to achieve. The more people fear her, the less of a threat they are. As long they fear her enough to leave the borders of her kingdom alone, she is happy with the result.

Feyre is a rather seductive woman. She knows what men want, and isn't shy to give it to them. She uses her body, her looks, to wrap them around her fingers. She dislikes not getting what she wants. Call her spoiled, call her vain. She can get very upset, to the point of throwing things, when she doesn't get what she wants. Feyre is a master manipulator, being able to play all kind of roles and mind games. All with one goal, coming out on the top. She can be the person you want her to be, the obedient wife, the sexy lady, the dutiful queen. All those roles, all those mask, are not truly her. They are nothing but a tool to hide the cunning  and cruel woman underneath.

Feyre loves deeply. She doesn't love easily, she doesn't love freely, but she does love deeply. She loves selfless. When she loves someone, truly loves someone, she will pit them before herself. She will put their happiness for hers. There isn't a thing she wouldn't do for them. She would ruin herself for them, she already has. She shows a softer sound around those people, clearly more carefree and cheerful. She can actually crack a joke and just laugh signify consequences. She will be more caring around them, offering words of comfort, where she would have laughed and taunted them of not for her love for them.  She is fiercely protective over those she loves, she wouldn't let anyone, man or woman, talk bad about them. However, Feyre isn't beneath pretending to love people, only to use them. She isn't beneath muttering false declarations of love. She isn't beneath breaking someone's heart for her own use. After all, she is selfish, anyone who isn't her of her loved ones, means nothing to her.

𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗳𝗶𝘁

𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀
↳The sun
↳The moon
↳Soft music
↳Lakes
↳running from hills
↳Killing those who cross her
↳Fine wine

𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀
↳Being disobeyed
↳Being threatened
↳Being alone
↳beer
↳low ceilings
↳sand
↳being tickled
↳being touched (unless she truly cares about you)

𝗵𝗼𝗯𝗯𝗶𝗲𝘀
↳She likes to pay chess
↳She likes to play piano and often does so at formal events
↳She also likes to design her own dresses.

𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗵𝘀
↳Cunning
↳Intelligent
↳Selfless
↳Skilled in combat
↳Skilled with magic

𝗳𝗹𝗮𝘄𝘀
↳Cruel
↳Self observed
↳She tends to taunt people when they are at their lowest point
↳Arrogant
↳Manipulative

𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀
↳She fears above all to hear about the death of her beloved ones.
↳She is also afraid of toads. They somehow freak her out.
↳Feyre isn't a big fan of fire either. Once she watched a woman being burned alive for treason. She still recalls her scream and she still smells the smell of burning flesh on her dreams.

𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀
↳Feyre dreams of a simple life with her family. She dreams of not having to be afraid of death at every corner, to be free of the constant scheming of the court.
↳Feyre also dreams to be a pianist. She could never make a life for herself by playing the piano, but at some nights she dreams about it and about her her life could have been so different if she wasn't born as who she is.

𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀
None

𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀
↳God is a woman by Ariana grande
↳Queen of the castle by inquillery on YouTube
↳Kings and queens by Ava max

𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱
Feyre was born in the darkness. She was one of the member from an accident race called the dark elves. She was born to two high ranking members of the court. From birth she was raised like all dark elves were raised, to kill, to obey and to conquer. But because of her  high birth, she also learned other things. Like mind games, etiquette and other social skills that were necessary if she wished to survive in the court of their king. Feyre soon rose to the top, though not through plain violence like most dark elves did. She climbed her way to the top through little mind games she played, all learned from her mother. A woman merciless and cunning, but also fiercely protective over her only child and husband. Her father was one of the elves who had gained his high position by fighting his way to the top, his bloodlust and skill soon noticed by the king himself. Her mother was a noble born elf who's intelligence and beauty ways were admired by all. The love story between her parents was one full of blood, death and tragedy. Her mother, lady Frida, was betrothed to another man, while deeply in love with her father, general Lorcan. The two of them had a passionate affair which lead to a love. But with her being betrothed to another man, their love story was doomed from the start. Her father considered running away with Frida, but she refused, stating her duty came before anything. The day of her wedding, she felt like dying. The man to whom she was betrothed, was not only cruel, he was also dim witted, which would lead to his dead. She didn't mind his death, but she knew that after her husbands death, she would fall from grace. Especially if people heard about her affair with Lorcan, she would have been accused of treason. Fortunately Frida was saved from this fate by Lorcan. One the wedding day, at the ceremony, when the priest asked if anyone would protest. He did. He did so by challenging Frida's husband to a duel. The winner would win her hand, the loser would die. The fight was bloody, Frida's fiancé was rather skilled with the sword, but won by Lorcan. Only fated Frida has stabbed her fiancé's mother, not a lethal stab, but enough for her fiancé to get distracted and killed. They got married on spot, sealing their marriage with the blood of Frida's deceased fiancé.

Only 2 years later, Feyre was born. She grew up as lovely as her mother. Like many suspected, she followed in her mother's footsteps, becoming a politician rather than serving on the army like her father. She, however, was trained personally by her father. Her parents knew how cruel their world could be and they wanted her to be able to protect herself in every single way. Both Lord Lorcan and Lady Frida were equally hated as loved, both cruel when it was needed. Their only good quality was their love for their child. Dark elves are immortal beings, always seeking for something to entertain them. They do not love like mortals, but they do love deeply. Feyre did love her family as they loved her. When she was young she wished nothing but to prove both her father and her mother she was was worthy. That she could be just as cruel and cunning as they were. She was so eager to please, she accepted the mission that would change her life. At a dar morning, when she was taking a stroll through the gardens, she stumbled across the crown prince. He was a coward but he also had a thirst for power. He had seen how she wanted to prove herself, and offered her the best way too. She would go and travel to middle Earth, there she would disguise herself as a wood elf. Her mission? Killing the king of the wood elves Thranduil. What she didn't know as that the crown prince was only using her as a pawn in his little game. He wanted the throne of his father, but to gain that, and is father's favor,he had to prove himself. Unfortunately he wasn't very skilled in arts, mind games or fighting. So he send a young dark elf, one no one would miss because they hadn't made their was into court yet, to kill their biggest enemy. It was no secret dark elves and elves were at odd, especially wood elves and their kingdom of dark elves. Bringing his head to his father would secure his claim on the throne. He only needed someone to kill him for him, and than either make them shut up about it, or make them disappear.

Feyre eagerly accepted her mission. When the next morning came, she had already set of to middle earth. She had left nothing behind but a little note telling her parents she would be gone for some time, but she would return soon. The travel to Middle early was longer than expected. When the sun rose above the hills for the first time, she stopped to stare at it in complete shock. You must know, in the realm of the dark elves, there isn't any sunlight. Only candle light and darkness. There aren't even stars or a moon to shine down on them. Feyre had traveled for weeks and almost burst out in tears at the sight of the sun. It was the most frightening yet most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Her clothes didn't fit the warmer day and softer nights of middle Earth. She p got rid of them, continue her journey bare until she came across a group of other travellers, humans. It wasn't hard to kill them, and take the clothes of the young female travelling with them, leaving their bodies behind on the road. Middle Earth was very different from the dark realm. Death was a silent companion in the dark realm, always lurking on the shadows, in middle Earth, there was plenty of death. But it didn't shadow over the normal life. People did not life in constant fear, nor did they seem to base their lives on violence. It was somehow refreshing. She traveled through middle Earth, the whole way she was plotting and scheming, using the maps provided by the crown prince to find a way to finish her mission. Again, it took longer than she would like to admit to reach the woodland realm. She had already made a plan. She would disguise herself as one of the many elvish rogues, that traveled between the kingdoms. That way she wouldn't drawn attention to herself, it was a longer plan than to just directly attack him, but a feeling in her gut told her not to do so. The moment she entered the wood realm, in the company of a few other rogue elves and a guard, she saw him for the first time.He was sparring with some other elves. They didn't stand a change. He was one with a nature, a lethal force even Feyre feared. She knew at that very moment she made a good choice not to directly attack him. This man was her target. The king of the wood elves. Thranduil. The love of her life. She just didn't know it yet,

Feyre's plan was fairly simple, seduce the king, sleep with him and when he let down his guard down, kill him. Unfortunately for her, her plan didn't work out like she had planned, not at all. Her first encounter with the prince was in the gardens, with her 'accidentally' bumping into him. After he helped her up, they strolled through the gardens and talked. After that day they would see each other more often, Feyre would occasionally flirt with him, though she never made any move to touch him. She wanted to make him want her, come to her. And when he did, she would end him. As the days changed into weeks and weeks into months, she started to feel things she had never before. She was unfamiliar with the want she was feeling, instead of him wanting her, she started to want him. To care for him. It was at a hot summer night, Feyre and Thranduil had danced under the starts and he returned her to her chambers, she understood it. When she looked at herself in the mirror, saw the smile on her face the blush on her face. The reality hit her like a truck. She had started to enjoy his company, had started to care for him. It had to stop. The next day when he returned her to her chambers, she invited him in. That night was the best of a short life. She had always seen sèx as something to use to get what she wanted. It wasn't supposed to be gentle, or passionate. It was simple to mate and nothing else, or so she thought. But Thranduil showed her things she had never felt before, let her feel pleasure like she had never felt before. When they were done, they fell asleep, both of them. Feyre woke up soon after, horror mixing with shock as she looked to him, how could she fall asleep next to her mortal enemy? But was he really? What was she thinking? It didn't matter. She had one mission, and she needed to finish it. She grabbed the dagger hidden beneath her pillow, turning to her side, ready to plunge it in the heart of the man sleeping beside her. But when her eyes fell upon him, it felt like all the air was slammed out of her lungs. He looked so peaceful while sleeping beside her. She couldn't do it. That night she hide the dagger away and went back to sleep. The most decision of her life was made.

The next years her love only grew, as did Thranduil's. The day after they slept together, he asked her to marry him. For elves shaking of the body, was the same as marrying, but Thranduil knew how much marriage meant to her and therefor asked her.She accepted. Feyre's heart been cold as ice, but his fire burned through it all and brought her to life. She loved him more than anything. The whole realm was celebrating, Feyre was well know and equally as liked. The night of her wedding, she told Thranduil the truth. About everything. It was the worst moment of her life, tears has ran down her face when she told him. But he hadn't turned away, instead he had taken her in his arm and held for the rest of the night, the rest of their lives. Her true happiness was born 6 years later. That was the happiest day of the lady's, now queen, life. The moment her son, Legolas was laying in her arms, the first look at his face. He was her happiness, as was his father. The birth had been painful and long, but Thranduil has been there every moment and it was all worth it when she had her son in her arms. Feyre was happy. She had grown to not only love her husband and son, but also her kingdom. She loved the feeling of sunlight on her cheeks, she loved stargazing with her little prince. She was truly happy. She never wishes to return to her home world. This was her happiness, unfortunately happiness has to end. Legolas was just 12 years old when whispers of war reached the palace. Whispers about the dark elves that were matching towards middle Earth. Rumours said that they wanted to take back what was taken from them, they wanted back the dark elves that had been captured by the wood elves. Feyre knew better than that. She knew they were coming for her.

The war wasn't one like she had thought, instead it was a silent attack on the palace in the middle of the night. Feyre awoke from a strange dream, leaving the bed of her and her husband to check her son. When she reached his room, she heard the sound. The sound of screams. She immediately grabbed Legolas, barely giving him time to wake up, before alarming everyone. She took Legolas to the forest, hid him in the trees and told him she loved him very much. Feyre knew they were coming for her and they wouldn't leave without her.Feyre told him that dark elves saw her as a possession, something that belonged to them. She would never be free of them, but they could. Then she kneeled down beside Legolas and hold him close to her chest, whispering how much she loved him, that he was her world. She kissed him on his forehead, before she took every single memory he had of her, and replaced it with one of her handmaidens Aelin. Then she told both of them to run, a terrified Legolas run, as fast as his little legs could. . The moment they disappeared from sight, she fell to her knees and cried. Tears dripped down her face. She could hardly breath as she used her magical every single last drop of it, using it to erase herself from everyone she had met past years, and replace herself with Aelin. It was not her who married Thranduil, it was Aelin. She had chosen this particular handmaiden for a reason. She used her very last drop of magic to change the night gown in leather amor and ran towards the fighting. She grabbed the sword and bow of an fallen soldier and threw herself in the fighting. Her eyes soon finding those of her father's. The moment he saw her, the moment he could grab her, the dark elves would retreat. Feyre, however, had one last thing in mind. For her plan to succeed, for her loved ones to be safe. They needed to hate her. She grabbed one last arrow, set it on her bow and fired a shot that would haunt her forever. The arrow buried itself deep in the heart of Aelin. Thranduil screamed out, the love he had once felt for Feyre now belonged to Aelin. Their eyes met and Feyre smiled when she saw the hatred in them. As long he hated her, he would be safe. A strong hand grabbed her arms, dragging her away, back into the forest. Back to the dark realm. There she told them what they wanted to hear. She might wasn't able to kill Thranduil but she had killed his love, and she had always been loyal to them. The crown prince who has send her away all those years ago, was now the king. A king who was very interested in Feyre. Feyre hated herself for what she would, for what she had done to Aelin, she didn't doubt she would hate herself even more in the future. Especially when he kissed her, and she kissed him back. They married not long after, Feyre became once again queen. This time queen of a realm full of darkness. This time there was no happiness, only an empty heart. Not even her parents could fill the gap in her heart. She was polite, she was dutiful, she laughed when it was polite, but she didn't love anymore. Not after what she had lost. She soon rose to power. She manipulated her husband like he was some child, becoming equally as powerful as he was, and equally as cruel. She never gave him a child, but he didn't mind. He didn't want to have an heir at all, because he wanted to stay king till the ending of the world. Feyre often smiled amused at his ambition, knowing fully well that without her sharp mind, he wouldn't live to see another day. Especially with the amount of enemies he had made. One of them being his dutiful wife, who was still waiting for the monument to kill him. Even if it cost her her life.

✧༺♥༻∞༺♥༻✧

"𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘"

✧༺♥༻∞༺♥༻✧

✧༺♥༻∞༺♥༻✧

✧༺♥༻∞༺♥༻✧

✧༺♥༻∞　𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘀　∞༺♥༻✧
– 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 (10/𝟭𝟬)
– 𝗽𝗵𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗵 (9/𝟭𝟬)
– 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗲𝗱 (8/𝟭𝟬)
– 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 (10/𝟭𝟬)
– 𝗱𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 (5/𝟭𝟬)
– 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗺 (8/𝟭𝟬)
– 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗱𝗼𝗺 (6/𝟭𝟬)
– 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗮𝘁 (8/𝟭𝟬)
– 𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 (9/𝟭𝟬)
– 𝗱𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆 (7/𝟭𝟬)
– 𝗵𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 (𝟬/𝟭𝟬)
– 𝗮𝗶𝗱 (4/𝟭𝟬)
– 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 (5/𝟭𝟬)

✧༺♥༻∞༺♥༻✧

"𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓"

✧༺♥༻∞༺♥༻✧

✧༺♥༻∞༺♥༻✧

✧༺♥༻∞༺♥༻✧

✧༺♥༻∞　𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀　∞༺♥༻✧

𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆/𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆
Lady Frida
feyre's mother. The two of them used to be really close. Frida thought Freya almost all she knew, from etiquette to how to manipulate a men. She was her first teacher. When she was younger Feyre wished for nothing but to be exactly like her mother. Over time this devotion and admiration turned into bitterness. Though Feyre never stopped loving her mother, her time with the elves of the Mirk wood changed her view on the world, and she no longer admired her mother. After her return to the dark realm, she pushed her mother away. She did no longe put any trust in her. The two of them grew apart, though both of them still loved each other.

Lord Lorcan
Feyre's father. He was Feyre's first hero. Feyre learned a lot from him, he was the one who taught her how to survive, how to fight. He was the one who always made suture she would come out alive. When she was young she would love him for it, she would do anything so he would be proud of her. The older she got, the more she started to hate him. He had spilled so much blood, all for nothing. Though she still loved him, until he took her away from her home. He was the one who led the attack, the one who viewed her as a possession belonging to the dark realm. From that moment she started to hate him. When they returned  'home' she would mostly ignore him. Never would she love him again. Never would she show him her precious love again.

𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁
Thranduil

𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁
Tba

𝗽𝗿𝗲-𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀
King Malicar
King malicar is Feyre's husband. They do not love each other. That much is clear. Feyre hates him from the bottom of her heart. Malicar seems to view her more as a possession than as a wife. He likes to show her off, bragging about how he married her, how she was his. Though in her mind, she didn't belong to him at all. She only belonged to herself. As for the marriage, to her it wasn't a real marriage, she was already married to someone else after all. Over time Feyre managed to wear the mask of dutiful wife and cunning queen, she did become the woman he wanted her to be. She suspect he did start to care for her in some way, believing she loved him, which she did not. Feyre is planning to use this against him, she can't wait for the moment she slits is throat and watch the light in his eyes disappear.

✧༺♥༻∞༺♥༻✧

"𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘"

✧༺♥༻∞༺♥༻✧

✧༺♥༻∞༺♥༻✧

✧༺♥༻∞༺♥༻✧

✧༺♥༻∞　𝗲𝗻𝗱　∞༺♥༻✧

𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲
The hobbit: an unexpected journey

𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲
Lord of the rings: the return of the king

𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀
Alive

𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵
TBD

𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿
TBA