#FluffWeek2025

[greenleaf4stuff]

A Quiet Morning In Eregion

Adar/Celebrimbor, One-Shot, Fluff. Cuddles, some kissing. Celebrimbor and Adar spend the morning in bed, and with how warm and comfortable Adar is, Celebrimbor is loathe to let him leave it.

(my other TROP fanfics)

Written for TROP Fluff Week. I ended up combining two prompts for April 3rd, namely 1 "You’re so warm…" and 4 "Stay a little longer…". Wrote this in one go and only gave it one quick edit, so apologies for any mistakes and typos that I might have overlooked. A big Thank You to @rivendellwatch for organizing and hosting this lovely event, it was fun to write something short and sweet while following a prompt (or two, in this case)!

For the longest time, Celebrimbor had considered himself an early riser. It was just the most practical way to start the day, in his opinion – getting up before everyone else meant that he would get to enjoy the morning quiet at his leisure, either with a cup of tea or just as it was.

He oftentimes stood by a window, stepped onto a balcony or even walked the streets of Eregion by himself, to take in the beauty of his city and the greenery that grew everywhere without yet having to mind any of his usual, daily responsibilities.

It also allowed him to start working as soon as possible, and he found he often did his best work before noon, whether it was sketching or the actual smithing itself.

This perception, that rising early was the perferable course of action compared to staying in bed until the late morning, had recently changed, however.

The elf found himself smiling as he burrowed deeper into the soft bed. And the chest of the one he was sharing said bed with.

Adar was warm like a furnace – or, well, a forge. Which Celebrimbor supposed was fitting, considering his forge and the uruk were the two things in all of Middle-earth he preferred to be around the most.

He was also comfortable to lay on, or next to, or against, or even under; despite his build, the other always instinctively found ways to drape himself across the slightly leaner elf that ensured Celebrimbor would not be pressed too harshly into the bed or against the uruk, so that even using him as a blanket was a very nice experience for Celebrimbor.

At the moment, the elf and him were laying on their sides, with Celebrimbor having moved himself down on the mattress to press his head into Adar’s chest, the top of his own head tucked under the uruk’s chin. Who had his arms around the elf’s shoulders and a hand at the back of his head while Celebrimbor had his own arms slung around the other’s middle.

It was a nice place to be, and one the smith found himself incredibly reluctant to move from. He was content, he felt safe, there was no urgent matter he had to attend to. He could feel Adar’s heartbeat through the fabric of his dark night-shirt, could smell the scent of his skin and his hair, heard every even, slow inhale and exhale of breath.

Surrounded and cradled, the elf smiled brightly and just took in the quiet moment. He’d usually gotten up early in the past, to have some peace and quiet, to clear his head for the day ahead and maybe get some inspiration from what he might see or think of.

But he was quite certain that he would get a similar amount of inspiration from being close to the one he cared for, who not only positively influenced him in his work but in mood, and outlook, and so many other things. The other grounded him more than any walk in his city could, just by his mere presence in Celebrimbor’s life.

And, truth be told, it was just nice to soak in Adar’s warmth, and getting to enjoy being close to the other.

The moment held on for a long time; long enough for the sun to rise a bit higher above the horizon, for the rays of its light to shift, until they must have reached the uruk’s face, who groaned lowly in his sleep and turned his head into the pillow he had rested on.

The elf found himself hoping the other might be afforded the chance to go back to sleep, though he also had no objections to the other waking up if it meant they got to continue holding each other some more.

Though, when the uruk groaned once again and then began to slowly shift his limbs away from Celebrimbor, the smith knew the other actually had no intentions to enjoy the quiet after waking up, but was instead planning on getting out of bed.

Usually, Adar was the one who would snort and reach out a strong arm to gently drag Celebrimbor back into bed whenever the other wanted to get up and start his day. The uruk had long endured many hardships and been deprived of many small joys, either by necessity or circumstance, and as a result was quite bold and unashamed to act on what he wanted – that was, being close to Celebrimbor, and being a little selfish for once.

The smith had zero complaints about accomodating him in that regard. One might even say he took joy in encouraging the other to act on his wishes, and gladly let himself be kept from his less urgent duties to remain in bed with the other to cuddle, or talk, or watch the sunrise together, slung around Adar’s back or with the uruk holding Celebrimbor from behind.

Today, however, it was Adar getting up first, and the elf felt giddy as he saw the chance to do things the other way around for a change. He hid his grin in the covers as he let Adar sit up and stretch, then bend down and brush back Celebrimbor’s curls to kiss his temple, thumb stroking the smith’s hair.

"I am afraid we have to get out of bed," the other said, his voice a quiet rumble that made Celebrimbor shiver. Adar had a very nice voice, in his opinion. The elf peaked his eyes open and looked up at the other with what he hoped to be a pitiful look.

The uruk looked radiant in the morning light, sitting with one knee propped up, the other leg on the bed and ankles crossed, leant over so strands of his dark hair fell over his shoulders. His expression was openly fond, and he wore a tiny grin at Celebrimbor’s obvious disappointment. He began to card gentle fingers through the elf’s locks, from his temple to the back of his head, as he tilted his own to watch the smith.

This time, Celebrimbor shivered harder – he was a bit ticklish around his ears, he’d found.

Or, rather, Adar had.

The uruk’s grin turned into a soft smile at the reaction.

"I suppose you are right," the elf admitted, though he thought the exact opposite. He shuffled a bit and turned his face up at the other, hoping that his expression would not give his little plan away.

"Hm," Adar hummed, and bent down again, this time pecking Celebrimbor on the lips. Their kiss was slow to the point of being languid; another indulgence that the elf gladly participated in. He felt as if he were kissing sunshine itself with how warm and soft he felt, touching his mouth to Adar’s. "I will bring over your clothes for you. That way you can remain in bed a bit longer."

Celebrimbor felt affection spread through his body and smiled brightly as a result. He freed a hand from the cocoon of his blankets, cupped the back of Adar’s head to guide him close once more, and give him another kiss. "That is very kind of you. Thank you, Adar."

The other was visibly more reluctant to draw back this time. Perhaps he was already overthinking his own decision. Celebrimbor would gladly to tip the scales even further – but not quite yet.

The uruk beheld him for a long moment, as if torn, before he blinked and sat up fully. "Of course," he replied.

He’d moved to get closer to the edge of the bed and turned around, feet planted on the ground, when Celebrimbor pushed down the covers and sleepily threw himself across the bed. He was a bit more ungainly than he’d have been fully awake, and likely less coordinated too, but he still accomplished his goal.

With his head pressed between Adar’s shoulder blades and his arms wrapped securely across the uruk’s chest and middle, he hummed in satisfaction and then drew his own legs beneath himself, before he used all his strength and gently, but insistently, pulled Adar back towards the middle of the bed.

"On second thought," the elf spoke, half-muffled into the other’s night-shirt, as if he’d ever truly had the intention to let the other leave in the first place, "Not so fast. I think I’d prefer keeping you here a while longer."

Adar, for his part, only resisted Celebrimbor’s attempt for the briefest of moments, likely in surprise, before he readily let himself be pulled back and arranged to Celebrimbor’s liking without question or remark.

A silent permission, which the elf used to tip Adar into laying down again, then press the uruk’s back to his own chest and draw his own covers over the both of them. His arms snuck themselves around Adar’s middle and sought out the other’s hands to link their fingers, and his legs wound themselves around the uruk’s.

This time, it was Adar’s head which got tucked under Celebrimbor’s chin as the elf nuzzled into the uruk’s hair with a content sigh.

He grinned and could practically hear Adar’s raised eyebrow as the other drily remarked, "I take it there is no way to convince you to leave this bed after all? Or to let me leave it?"

"No, I am afraid not," Celebrimbor replied with a quiet chuckle, and while not sounding the least bit apologetic.

The uruk sighed deeply. "What a shame. But I suppose if that is the case, I might just accept the circumstances as they are…" His own smile could be felt when he raised their linked hands up to his mouth and kissed Celebrimbor’s fingers. "Though I must admit, I do not find them very hard to bear at all. In fact, I find myself enjoying them."

Celebrimbor tightened his hold in response and drew the uruk even closer. "Good. I feel very similarly," he said. He lifted his head and placed a kiss behind Adar’s ear. The other twitched, instead of giving a full-body shiver like the smith, but the reason for the reaction was the same.

This, Celebrimbor had found out.

"Let me just hold you a few more moments. You are so wonderfully warm, and it feels very good, getting to have you so close to me like this."

The uruk pushed himself back into Celebrimbor’s chest and tightened his own fingers around the elf’s, who in turn buried his own toes into the fabric of Adar’s sleeping pants. "It also feels very nice to be held by you," a short pause. "Let us just hope we do not fall asleep again. Your servants and my children will have our heads if we do."

The elf nodded, gently, and then relaxed back into the bedsheets. "I am sure one of us will manage to stay awake and alert enough, even if the other doesn’t. We’ll be fine."

This turned out to be incorrect, though neither of the two of them would realize this until much, much later in the morning, when the servants and Adar’s lieutenants would come and look where they were.

For the time being, however, they held each other and were slowly, but surely, falling back into sleep. Warm and safe – and, although unspoken, deeply loved.

[varda-star-queen]

An Adariel Fluff Edit

How Adar and Galadriel do a cozy night in...

@rivendellwatch (thank you for giving me an outlet for my nonsense!)

@itwillbeourswansong (just for funsies!)

[iwanderbecauseimlost]

TROP FLUFF WEEK 2025

modern!au although it isn't elaborated on much Adar x Galadriel

After all her failed dating experiences (especially Halbrand, who turned out to be an evil CEO profiting off of sweatshops in remote areas), Galadriel had decided to give online dating one last chance. To her surprise, she had actually liked the guy, but her demeanour that evening had been, in retrospect, rather awkward. She cringed just thinking about it, and really wanted to make amends with her date, Adar. So, she texted him, crossing her fingers and praying to Eru that he'd reply, and lay on her bed.

Poor Adar... thought she, recalling the amount of effort he had put into dissipating the awkwardness, which she had not reciprocated in the least. Her stiffness stemmed from her anxiety regarding dates that had intensified after Halbrand. Adar was, however, different and ironically happened to be an activist fighting against the exploitation of workers in sweatshops. That had drawn Galadriel in immediately.

A sharp 'ping' broke her out of her ruminations. She sat up swiftly and checked her phone. To her surprise and delight, Adar had replied. A small smile adorned her face, and she texted him back, inviting him to her place for dinner once more; a do-over of sorts. Shortly came a reply, acquiescing her request. She smiled even wider, and lay back down, planning everything out.

Although she had never cooked a full course meal before, she decided it couldn't be too hard. The next morning dawned bright, and Galadriel woke up unusually early, excited. Straight to the kitchen she went after work, because she knew that it would take her an abnormally long time if she wanted to cook well.

She decided to make a stew of some sort, since it was getting colder, and there was less hands-on work to be done, meaning there was a lesser chance of her messing it up entirely. She picked a simple appetiser, and a dessert, as well.

A few hours later, the dinner was ready without too much mishap. Galadriel had burnt herself only once, and that too was pretty minor. She got dressed, even more excited now. Soon enough, Galadriel heard a knock at the door, and rushed to open it, smiling widely.

Adar stood at the door, and she felt herself warming up even more at the sight. She smiled again, and he smiled at her, and stepped in. He handed her some flowers - a small yet elegant bouquet of sage blossoms and baby's-breath - and said, "It is lovely to see you again. I am glad we were able to arrange this."

Galadriel blushed slightly, and replied, "Well, I felt an apology was in order. I think I was a bit awkward last time, and I really do like you." It was Adar's turn to blush, but he waved a hand, and said, "Oh, it happens."

A few moments of comfortable silence later, Galadriel had her guest seated, and dinner was served. The appetiser was eaten, and it seemed  there was no fault with it. Simple conversation accompanied their meal. When they got to the entree, Galadriel realised she hadn't tasted it while cooking, and hoped it was all right. Adar smiled at her, before taking a bite. He coughed slightly, and his smile faded the slightest bit, but he sipped his wine, and took another.

Galadriel began worrying slightly, and tasted it once, before her face contorted. She had put too much salt. "Dear Eru," she gasped. "Don't.. eat it. That is.. euch."

Adar chuckled softly, noticing her saddened expression, and places his hand on hers. "Galadriel, I don't mind. Trust me, I've had far, far worse. This is nothing, just a bit too salty, which I can adjust to. Besides, I get to spend time with you, which is all I need. I know you spent a lot of time making this."

Tears glistened in Galadriel's eyes, as she processed his words. She really did want to spend time with him too. "Thank- thank you, Adar, you have no idea how much that means to me." She smiled at him. "But seriously, we probably shouldn't eat this. I'll order something real quick."

Adar chuckled once more. "All right, if you insist." Galadriel smiled at him.

@rivendellwatch

[dragon--ashes]

"Golden Slumbers" a found-family dwarflings & Elrond fic✨️

SWOERIDHSS I posted this on ao3 a bit ago and dumbass (me) forgot to Tumblr it out of my drafts💀I'm sorry, I'm burntout and under the influence of a Monster, BUT I give to you WHOLESOMENESS.

Is that a word? If not, is is now :D

Ti's for TROP Fluff Week 2025, organised by @rivendellwatch !!

This is also my tenth work in the rop fandom??? Actually, seeing as I vehemently ignore the marvel fic I wrote when I was fifteen and published when I was seventeen...I'm counting this as my tenth published fic ever lmao🥳

Summary:

"Gamli can't sleep, especially when he overhears that a certain half-elven uncle might be here to visit. With Gerda on his side, they'll have to find a way to curl up beside their favourite found-family member."

La bah. Fic.

[everthestormbraver]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64376761/preview

Come With Me, A gift for @maul-of-shame for hosting fluff week @rivendellwatch

An Elendil/Miriel Fic

[elvendreamsfics]

New beginnings

A short Elrondriel fluffy snippet for fluffweek 2025, @rivendellwatch .

(I'm getting out of my smutty corner for once to participate in the fluff event 😘)

[lya-dustin]

Begetting Day

Gil-galad and Erinti celebrate Gil-galad’s birthday

for day two of the TROP fluff week by @rivendellwatch

“Should we be concerned?” he asks as their daughter latched onto Elrond and refused to let go of him.

With Finnellach now an adventurous young man with his endless trails of sweethearts and stories of his bravery at war, they turned to their younger daughter, Gilraen, who had become infatuated with Elrond ---who had lost the softness of youth and became a great commander and lord as the war raged on. He had not come to Lindon in recent years, Gilraen had been but a babe in arms the last time he was here and the High Queen would not accept any excuse as to why their former ward would not attend Gil-Galad’s begetting day feast.

He had not wanted to celebrate his begetting day, but the realm needed a boost in morale and the High King did miss his kingdom and his family. Gil-galad had already grown unaccustomed to his myriad of kingly robes and lost his patience with the delegates from Númenor. Lord Kemen would have been tossed off the cliffs by him if murder was not so wrong.

“No, she will get bored of him eventually or dear Elrond will let her down gently.” Erinti Lothíriel shook her head as they pretended not to be amused by the Herald’s discomfort at having the little princess of Lindon telling all and sundry that Elrond Peredhel was to be her husband ---even if he was already betrothed to Celebrian and would marry once the war against Sauron ended. “I used to do the same to Mablung for half a century and before that Oromë.”

“So, what your husband is hearing is that you have always had a preference for hunters and warriors, particularly those good with spears.” The king teased hoping they’d finally get their chance to leave the festivities and celebrate in a much more private matter.

“Why do you think I steal away to join you at your war camp, the sight of you in armor does things to a woman.” The queen admitted knowing the bloodlust from battle made for very wild encounters. Sometimes they don’t even care if he is covered in blood and grime as they do the beast with two backs.

“That explains the gift, dear one.” Gil-galad wished they could invent a reason to leave, like some missives from the frontlines or anything convincing. “The vambraces will replace the ones you broke last time you came to me rather nicely.”

“As will the silk you brought to replace this dress I am wearing.” They still flirt as if they’d only been married a few decades and not a three thousand years. She’s as old as the known universe and he is the last High King in Middle Earth, what a pair they make. “What do you say we leave Elrond to fend for himself and celebrate the night anyway you wish, aran mhuinI?”

“I thought you would never ask, bereth mhuin.”

Aran Mhuinl is Sindarin for beloved king and bereth mhuin is beloved queen.

Elves celebrate the date they were concieved instead of born, GG is estimated to be 3576 at the time he died and Erinti being a Maia she was sang into existence by Eru in the Void.

i will probably be writing for this ship all week in hopes i can finally get the next chapters of leaves of gold out of my head and into a word doc atleast

[dreamer-in-a-dungeon]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64276072

A little fluffy piece for TROP Fluff Week 2025 - Adar has a wonderful little family! (Adar x OC, Adar & OC)

@rivendellwatch

[varda-star-queen]

The mystery of the pickles has been solved 🤣🥒

My final bit of Adariel fluff for TROPFluffWeek2025 - and again I thank you @rivendellwatch 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 for giving me the chance to air this stuff in public!

And I've thoroughly enjoyed reading all the other works 🖤✨🫶🏻

[everthestormbraver]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64349050

Speechless, an Elrondriel Oneshot request from Pearlava on AO3 which I also tied into Fluff Week @rivendellwatch

[everthestormbraver]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64289251

Observation, a one-shot sequel piece to The Ruse that I wrote for Fluff Week @rivendellwatch

[lya-dustin]

Lazy Morning

my first entry for the 2025 TROP fluff week by @rivendellwatch

a subversion of this prompt:

Prompt 2: Lazy Mornings – Character A wakes up to find Character B sleepily clinging to them, refusing to let go. Attempts to get up are met with grumbles, half-asleep negotiations, and possibly bribes involving breakfast.

One of the best things of marriage is waking up together each morning.

“It will still be spring outside even if you are inside.” The king's voice is muffled against her stomach, refusing to relinquish his hold on her.

Gil-galad hardly sleeps in, but on the rare day she has him all to herself, he will stay in bed for as long as possible. Even if her duties do not stop just because the High King says so.

Spring had finally come, and she needed to ensure that the places most affected by storms and the winter that just ended were being restored on schedule.

“I will come back to bed just as soon as it's over.” The Maia Queen assured him still running her fingers through his dark hair and found his hold growing tighter instead of looser. Her elven husband clung to her as if she’d vanish, a habit Galadriel claims began in childhood when his father and sister died.

“Stay, your king demands it.” What the king wants, the king gets…most of the time.

“Are you ordering me, Ereinion?” Erinti feigned shock at his words as if they had any real meaning beyond a good excuse to give others as to why the couple did or didn’t do something.

“If I must, dear wife.” She can feel him smile against her skin. He lost his sternness here with her. He looked younger out of his regal clothing and without every trouble in Middle Earth just outside their chamber door. “We will not leave our room unless Lindon is on fire. We have earned it.”

“If His Grace says so, who am I to disagree?” The red-haired queen relents and joins her husband into sleeping until noon. It could be another century before Gil-galad decides to take a day off again.

[everthestormbraver]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64253815

To Float And To Sail, a Finrod & Galadriel fluff piece for Fluff Week 2025 @rivendellwatch

[varda-star-queen]

Starlight Espresso

A funny and sweet modern Adariel AU - set in Starlight Espresso the elvish version of Starbucks.

A tough shift at Starlight Espresso takes an unexpected turn for Galadriel when a dark, mysterious stranger steps up to the counter.

This little piece of caffeinated chaos was inspired by a meme I saw on Instagram and a beautiful chat with fellow Adariel enthusiast @itwillbeourswansong (who I can't thank enough for so brilliantly coming up with helpful suggestions and always being so kind and generous in her support). One thing led to another, and suddenly, I was writing a Middle-earth coffee shop AU in my car in during a downpour.

This story is my contribution to #TropFluffWeek2025 organised by @rivendellwatch (thank you!) and is for the Adariel ship – if you’re here for that, welcome! If you prefer another ship, that’s also cool, and I hope you’ll like this anyway!

Now, grab a hot drink and enjoy! ☕💙🔥

This story features: Adar and Galadriel, plus Nori, The Stranger, Tom Bombadil and Halbrand as side characters!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64230184

[varda-star-queen]

The Closet Crush

When finance queen Galadriel and brooding project manager Adar are accidentally trapped in the stationery cupboard, tension flares, heat rises, and personal boundaries become questionable. But when the door finally opens… will they be ready to walk away, or will their long-buried crushes finally come out of the closet?

This story was inspired by a prompt for #TROPFluffWeek2025 — "Stuck in a Tiny Space Together" — and is set in a modern AU featuring my favourite ship: Adariel!

I had so much fun imagining Adar and Galadriel in a modern setting once again. The tension, the sparks, and of course, the humour take centre stage in this office-based adventure. While their modern-day counterparts are far from their original selves, I hope you enjoy the mix of fun, flirtation, and awkward moments that only a tiny cupboard can bring.

I hope you have as much fun reading as I had writing this daft little tale. And while it's mostly fluff, but there's a little bit of heat towards the end just so you know!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64424998

Thanks to @rivendellwatch for the opportunity to share all the lovely fluff this week.

[dragon--ashes]

Second chapter!! *triumphant fuckyouwritersblock noises*

I delivereth to you the second chapter of found family goodness!!

Elrond reads the letter and has all the good feels. Ti's a short chapter but I think it's a good'un.

For unknown reasons, the ao3 link thingamajig is being a total dingus so the link is here!

Thank you very much @rivendellwatch for such a fun and wholesome week :))