#Elrond fanfiction

[the-fiction-witch]

Rescue

Media - Rings Of Power Character - Elrond Couple - Elrond X Reader Reader - Y/n (Elf Wife) Rating - 18 + Word Count - 1241

WARNING! SA / MENTIONS OF SA/ ABUSE/

The road had been long and difficult. But Elrond knew he couldn't give up.

While travelling to visit other elves, their travelling party was ambushed by orcs several died in the fight but some were captured, One of those captured was Elronds own wife, Y/n. The orcs carried her away with them and ever since Elrond had been stalking them desperate to save her. Elrond knew the horrific things orcs do to captured female elves. They torment them. Torture them. degrade them. And rape them to use as breeding slaves. And once they are out of use for them, they'll eat their flesh and leave them half dead. And Elrond knew that was not a fate he could allow Y/n to have.

But the days grew long, and he began to fear that he would never see her again, He couldn't sleep, he couldn't eat and he couldn't think of anything except saving her. No matter what he did hellish screams echoed in his ears, as if from miles away he could hear her fear and he prayed to all the gods of this world that she had only fear to cause her screams… And nothing worse.

he reached a hilltop and stopped to look across the moors, and even in the darkness, he saw them. The band of orcs walked towards the rocks, shuffling about the way orcs often did. And at the back of the pack, two of the four elves were captured from their party both of the women of course.

He saw Y/n and he felt a rage build inside him. She was stripped of her gown wearing only tattered rags to conceal her, forced to all barefoot on the rocks, her feet and body bleeding, rope around her wrists and her neck leading her forward with the orcs, her cheeks stained with tears. She tried to resist them but one orc slapped her across the face almost knocking her to the floor, before grabbing her chest to fondle while she screamed and he laughed at her fear,

Elrond watched as the orcs dragged Y/n along, his anger reaching a boiling point. Every fiber of his being ached with the desire to run down and grab her. The sight of them touching her and causing her pain was almost to much for him to bear. He had to force himself stand still and control his impulses. He wanted to jump down from the hills and run towards them, to grab her and take her away from this hellish nightmare. He wanted to kill every single orc that had touched her and make them suffer for what they had done to her,

His heart was beating faster than ever and his eyes were fixed on her. He couldn't stand to see her in harms way like this. Even her tears were too much for him. This was the woman he loved more than anything in the world and she was suffering at the hands of these monsters. He followed them at a safe distance until they made camp for the coming dawn hiding away in a low mountain cave. They set up their camp and let the prisoners linger outside,

Elrond kept himself hidden, taking note of every aspect of the camp. The cave, the orcs, the guards outside. He needed to find a way to save her. He had to. But the sight of her outside the cave was almost to much for him. He was just a few meters away and yet he felt like a world separated them. He wanted nothing more then to run towards her and hold her but he knew it was too dangerous, he had to bide his time till an oppourtunity came up,

the orcs began to hide away as the sun was set to rise but one large orc came out and looked over the captured prisoners He walked among them, sniffling them, touching them, to select whichever would be the victim of 'the pile'

The pile was a common torment orcs inflicted on female elves, they'd be stripped and tossed to a group no smaller than five, and they'd grab her limbs and take turns to violently rape her piling on her so she had no escape or resistance, they’d grope her, tickle her, humiliate and degrade her in whatever way they could

“That's not going to happen, I swear it. I won't let it” he thought to himself as he looked at the orc. His mind was racing trying to think of a way to save her before it was too late.

"This one." The orc demanded as he picked out the victim. It was Y/n

"No! No! Noo let me go!" She screamed

He watched as the orc picked Y/n. Rage and terror building up inside of him like never before. He couldn't let this happen he had to do something, There was no way he was going to let them hurt her. His heart was racing faster than ever as he frantically tried to think of a plan to stop them without alerting the orcs to his presence. This was the moment, if he didn't save her now he may never get another chance He knew that if he failed it could mean death for them both. But he was willing to risk it all. For her.

he picked up a rock and tossed it over to the other side of the pass, which caught the orcs attention, he grabbed a knife tossing Opheila to the floor before going to investigate leaving her and the other prisoners unattended,

He moved carefully as to not alert the other orcs to his presence and silently stepped towards where Y/n was lying on the ground His heart was in his mouth as he approached her.

She looked up at him and for a moment her eyes widened in disbelief, he could see the pain and fear she had endured in them, but as soon as she saw him a flicker of hope seemed to light them up. she began to silently cry tears of joy to see him, and she quickly moved to her feet, craning her head and holding up her arms so he could cut her binds

He gently began to cut through the ropes binding her with the swiftness of a practised hand. As soon as he removed the ropes he immediately pulled her into an embrace, holding her tight against him. He felt like he could finally breathe again now that she was in his arms. He never wanted to let her go

"Please…we have to get out of here…" she whispered her voice shaking from her broken and bruised lips

He nodded, knowing she was right. Time was running out, he couldn't afford to linger here and risk one of the Orcs coming back. Elrond helped to release the other prisoners letting them go free and he turned back to his beloved Y/n. He held her closer, his arm around her waist as he started backing away towards the mouth of the mountain pass. "Come on, we need to go. Can you run?"

she nodded "For you I can."

He smiled slightly at her response and placed a kiss on the top of her head. He was glad to see that her fighting spirit hadn't been broken even by the worst of torments. "Stay close to me, I'll keep you safe." He took her hand in his and they quickly made their escape into the night.

[valkyriepirate]

Elrond x Reader- Always Been Yours

Summary: You and Elrond have been close for many years because of your positions on the council. When an army of orcs unexpectedly attacks Lindon while Elrond is away in the dwarven kingdom, you become near-fatally wounded in battle. Elrond rushes home to find you barely alive, calling the name of your lover in your sleep. Little does he know you are dreaming of him. 

Word count: 4.9k words

Warnings: Battle violence, fluff <3

#1- Always Been Yours

Spring had finally arrived in Lindon, and the air was thrumming with the promise of life. A fresh, warm breeze gently swayed the trees of the forest like a rebellious eddy on the open sea, lifting your long sleeves and carrying your voice to the sky. It wasn’t often that you sang on the palace grounds; while you had a beautiful voice, you never prided yourself in it, but the day was far too beautiful not to let it fill your heart with joy through song. You could almost sense the flowers readying to break the surface of the soil and taste the dew that would settle on their leaves.  

You knelt next to a tree by the river, caressing the dirt with your fingers. Your mother had always said that the forest should be greeted as your dearest friend, for it was your greatest protector. As you ran your hand through the crystalline water, you could imagine her voice intertwining with yours, just like how you two would sing together all those years ago. Being here amongst the trees and the earth made you feel closer to her, as if her spirit lived on in the forest.  

“I didn’t know you sang,” a familiar voice from behind lurched you from your thoughts. You turned around, already feeling the tips of your ears heat in embarrassment, to face your longtime friend.  

“Anyone with a voice to speak can just as well sing, can they not?” You brushed loose dirt from your dress as you stood up.  

Elrond smiled, glancing politely toward the ground. “Many can speak, but not many can sing like you. Please- don't stop on my account.”

“I’m afraid that is a song for the wind and water, not for the ears of well-meaning friends,” you teased.  

“Then it would be best I said nothing at all,” said Elrond.  

“And leave me to go on with silent listeners nearby? I think not.”

You stepped out onto the main path, Elrond falling in step beside you. Even though you were reluctant to let him hear your voice, you felt comfortable in every other way around him. You couldn’t help the little spark of gladness that flickered in your chest whenever he was near.  

“What are you doing out here in the forest?” you asked, glancing sidelong at him. The sun was casting amber hues through his hair, making him look like a crowned prince.  

“Looking for you,” he folded his hands behind him. “The High King Gil-galad is sending me to Forodwaith to establish terms of trade with Durin and the dwarves of Khazad-Dum. He expects me to leave in the morning.”

“So soon? It feels as if you just returned from your last journey,” you said, trying and failing to keep the disappointment out of your voice. Seeming to hear it, he nodded regretfully.  

“Apparently I was specifically requested by Durin. The High King fears he won’t negotiate terms with any elf other than I.”

“Ah, I see. The dwarf wants another excuse to see you.”  

Elrond laughed good-naturedly. “I doubt that. I think I’m simply the one he wants to hit with his hammer the least.”

“You give yourself too little credit, Elrond. You have a spirit more kind and gentle than anyone I know. Even a dwarf can see that.”  

He pinked in the cheeks. “And I think you give me too much credit, (Y/N). Besides, the kindest heart in Eriador certainly doesn’t belong to me. I’m afraid that title is taken by a particular elf-maiden with a lovely voice.”  

A fluttering sensation enveloped your stomach, and you bit your lip to keep from smiling. “When do you think you’ll return?” you asked evenly.  

“In a fortnight, perhaps. Though these trips always seem to take longer than initially planned. You know Disa’s hospitality.”

That you did. You considered the female dwarrow a dear friend. Your position as the general of the Sindarin army sometimes took you to distant lands across Middle-earth, and you had become acquainted with Disa in your travels long ago, before she had married Durin. Though you suspected you were in for a thorough scolding the next time you saw her, if Elrond’s account of Durin’s anger amounted to anything. Your kind were wont to lose track of the days, unlike the mortal races. It made you wonder how long it really had been since you’d seen Disa last.  

“Give her the warmest tidings from me,” you said sincerely. “I miss her dearly. How I wish I could accompany you.”

“I wish much the same,” said Elrond bashfully, not meeting your eyes. “The road travel can be quite lonely and tedious at times.”

“Here.” You bent and plucked a white-plumed daylily from a bush that was rooted in the stream, handing it to him. “Keep it with you. When you feel alone, you can pull it out and think of me.”

He handled the flower reverently, as if you had bestowed upon him a precious jewel. He looked up at you, the sweetest, humblest smile gracing his features. “I most certainly shall.”

The two of you talked far into midday, wandering the forest and ignoring the existence of your duties. Your heart began to ache the more time you spent with him, however, knowing that he was bound to disappear once more, and all too soon you bid him goodbye. There were several things concerning the Sindarin warriors to discuss with the king, and Gil-galad was not one to be kept waiting.  

You slept fitfully that night, Elrond’s face flashing in your mind every time you closed your eyes. You rose before the sun the next morning and raced as elegantly as possible to the road past the waterfall where Elrond was set to depart. Only the guards were awake, nodding respectfully to you as you passed. All of Lindon dutifully recognized your position as a war general even when you weren’t in your armor.  

As periwinkle streaks of dawn bled across the sky, you nearly began to worry that you had missed him, but your worries ameliorated when you caught sight of his robes by the front gates. Elrond was loading his supplies onto his horse, his face turned away from you. Silently, you approached him from behind, hoping you didn’t appear as if you’d rushed out to meet him in a frenzy.  

“Attempting to leave without saying goodbye, are we?” you said into the still morning air. Elrond looked up, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.  

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he tied one last knot around his knapsack. “I only wished for you to have as much rest as possible. It is early to be awake even for I.”  

“So you may say.” One side of your mouth quirked up. “Is everything prepared?”

“Yes. All I need is to collect my will to mount this horse and leave Lindon behind.” His voice caught as he said Lindon, as if he were about to say you.  

Your heart was buzzing inside your chest as if you were a restless bumblebee being separated from your flower. “Do not forget,” you reminded him softly, spotting the daylily tucked into his robe. You reached over and tenderly pressed the petals against his chest. “This flower means I am with you. You will be in my thoughts, Elrond.”

He held your gaze, his eyes filled with some deep emotion you couldn’t express. Gently, he grasped your hand and grazed your fingers with the barest of kisses. Physical affection was rare among your kind, particularly in public, though you sensed the only bystanders observing your interaction were the dandelions beneath your feet and the forest critters slipping between the trees.  

“And you will be in my heart, (Y/N),” promised Elrond. He was the embodiment of a dulcet predawn dream, the kind you wanted to get lost in forever, to never wake up from. Yet you knew both his duties and yours were to the kingdom before they answered your own desires.  

You gave his fingers a slight squeeze. “You will give Durin and Disa my best, will you not?”

He smiled. “I shall.”

“Do be safe. You have duties and friends to come back to, you know.”

“I will do my best,” he bowed. “I am sure my heart will ache with every step I take away from you.”

You parted, feeling as if you were forcing yourself awake from a pleasant dream, and watched as he mounted his horse and trotted away from the front gates. At the end of the path, he halted and turned to face you one last time.  

“Goodbye, (Y/N),” he called.  

“Goodbye, Elrond,” you returned, and didn’t allow yourself to blink until he had passed over the hill into the far reaches of the forest, where the trees seemed to lean down and caress him with their branches as if he were not simply an elf, but a king venturing into a distant land, riding away with your stolen heart.  

*****

A harsh, screeching noise tore you from your sleep. With a jolt of panic, you bolted upright in bed, trying to collect your bearings. Liquid moonlight spilled through your leaf-paned window and leaked over the floor. You judged that it was a little over two hours past midnight. The horrible, dissonant noise seemed to come from all around you. You picked out the sound of Lindon’s warning bell from among the chaos, coupled with pained screams and the sound of something shattering.  

In a heartbeat, you leaped out of bed and grabbed your silver-plated longsword by the door. You burst out of your room and flew down the stairs towards the commotion. The clanging noises intensified as you ran to the royal courtyard. You deduced the source before you saw them- orcs.  

Dozens of the grisly fiends were pouring over the gates, brandishing crude, makeshift weapons and baring their black teeth. Several other elves had already arrived on the scene, defending against the attackers with deadly grace. Swords flashed and arrows flew under the silvery light of the moon, and blood the color of the night sky painted the ground before your eyes.  

You seamlessly entered the battle, lopping the heads off one orc after the other, not stopping to ponder how or why the orcs were leading this raid. Your senses clicked into the mode of war, as familiar to you as breathing. Within seconds, you had effortlessly picked out the opening points of the battleground that were most concentrated by the enemy, and called out regiment orders as more of your brethren rushed into the courtyard. The few elves donning soldier’s gear hastened to obey your command.  

You drove your sword into the gut of a nearby orc and sliced another in half at the waist. The rest of your thoughts fell away with every kill as you allowed your sword to become a part of you, as dexterous and fluid as an extension of your arm. Any sleepiness you might have felt was replaced by an acute focus of your surroundings.  

You worked your way towards the gates to quell the flush of orcs streaming into your territory. With a spin, you dropped three of the beasts at once, moving with all the poise and accuracy of an elven warrior. As you did, you spotted Galadriel at the far side of the courtyard.

You had to step over the bodies of your victims to make berth towards her in the rushing sea, as if you were caught in a dangerous dance between life and death. “Galadriel!” you yelled. “How did this happen?”

“Someone has left the anterior parapets unfortified,” she called back, ducking to avoid a swinging club. “These gates were open when I arrived!”

“How can that be? There are guards stationed here day and night!”

“I do not know. The Dark Lord must have found out about our affairs in Númenor. We are at half our strength. He senses weakness.”

“He won’t find any,” you gritted your teeth. You stabbed a nearby orc in the neck and spun to avoid the spray of black blood. If the Dark Lord thought catching you off your guard would give him the advantage, you were prepared to prove him wrong.

“There is something adrift about this attack. Something...foul. Within the kingdom.”

You raised an eyebrow, though it was doubtful Galadriel could see it in the dark. “You think there is a traitor?”

“Perhaps,” she said. “Or an intruder yet to be detected.”

This troubled you. You were the head of the Sindarin army. It was your job to keep the kingdom safe. If there was a spy under your nose, you would be the first to know about it. Yet with half the army stationed in the Southlands aiding the Númenorians, an attack could come from any side.  

Irrationally, you found yourself becoming steeped in worry for Elrond. It had been days since his departure, and if this orc army had advanced in from the south, it was likely Elrond may have crossed paths with them. While he was more than a capable warrior, standing alone against an entire army wouldn’t be easy even for you. You hoped he had already made it to Khazad-Dum...

Suddenly you cried out in alarm. While you were worrying about Elrond, an orc had approached on your left flank and slashed you across the shoulder.  

Focus, you reprimanded yourself. Do not forget the battle in front of you.  

You dispatched the orc quickly and kicked the dismembered helmet away. Then Galadriel screamed. You whirled around to come face-to-face with the largest orc you had ever seen.  

It was almost twice your size, and armed with a cruel-looking blade. Its armor was detached in places, as if it had outgrown its battle garments too fast for them to be replaced. Galadriel had taken a swipe at the exposed part of its hide, but her sword had lodged in its armor on an angle. In a blink, the orc slammed both its fists into her arm, emitting a sickening crack.  

Her sword dropped to the dirt. You rushed to her side, ferociously stabbing your sword through its calf. The orc roared in pain and slashed at you with its blade. You deflected and thrust upward at its chest, but its height momentarily gave it leverage. It swung again and you narrowly dodged what could have been a fatal slice to the throat.

“Archers, to me!” you yelled over the din of battle. Two elves equipped with bows and arrows raced toward you, taking aim. “On my count!”

You pressed forward, trying to prompt the orc to step into the open. Galadriel took position on your right, one of her arms hanging limply at her side. Together you attacked as fiercely as you could. You needed to wound it somehow and step out of range for your archers to have a clear shot. Any head shots would be futile against its obsidian helmet.  

You moved to the left, trying to keep it distracted, but the orc was swiping at you with its sword in one hand and swatting at Galadriel with the other. You ordered the archers to fire, but most of the arrows struck harmlessly over the thick armor. The ones that buried in its skin didn’t seem to slow it down at all.  

With a growl, the orc hobbled forward and shoved Galadriel to the ground. She cried out as she landed on her broken arm. Without hesitation, you lunged to put yourself between her and your attacker. It raised its blade above its head.

“Fire!” you screamed at the archers, but it was too late. Time seemed to slow down. Arrows flew. Your sword glinted in the light of the moon, sending the world up in a flash of white, and you swung.  

There was a thump and you looked to see the orc’s meaty arm lying in the grass, separated from its body. Its crooked fingers were no longer clasped around its blade. You blinked and gasped, suddenly hit with a wave of pain, and looked down to see that the blade was buried in your stomach.  

One of the archer’s arrows struck clean through the orc’s bare neck, and it was dead before it hit the ground. The sound of it rattled your brain. You felt blood gushing from your torso and trickling down the front of your white nightgown. Your hands grasped the hilt of the orcish blade, but you didn’t have the strength to dislodge it. Your knees gave out and you crumpled.  

Galadriel was frantically calling out your name, but her voice soon melded into the sounds of swords clashing and orcs roaring in the battlefield around you. Your vision went blurry, your lungs desperately searching for air; you were drowning, and all you could see was red before the night itself bled over the trees, overtaking your body completely.  

*****

Elrond rode on a steed of wind and rain. The sky over the next range of hills was darkening so quickly it was as if clouds of ink had been spilled from the heavens, leaking down to the earth in the form of icy droplets that stung his eyes and soaked through his cloak. His heart was pounding in tune with the beat of his horse’s hooves on the soil. Desperately, he pressed one hand against his heart, where (Y/N) had tucked the daylily. He had taken it out each morning of his journey and run his fingers over its soft petals, knowing that with every step he was farther away from her, but feeling her presence in his mind at the very thought of her face.  

He pictured her now and fervently prayed that she was unharmed. Elrond had only been in the dwarven kingdom two days when Durin informed him of the attack on Lindon. The report hadn’t come with many details, only word of casualties among the elves. Elrond was trying to ignore the fact that (Y/N) would have been on the front lines, leading the defense.  

He urged his horse faster. Lindon’s sunset-orange elm trees came into view. He sped into the kingdom, past the gates, and into the royal courtyard. The midnight battle occurred over a day ago, but Elrond could still see the bloodstains painting the ground, a canvas saturated with too much color. He averted his eyes as he dismounted his horse and rushed into the palace.  

Lindon’s exquisite halls, which usually shimmered with magic and light, were opaque and desolate, echoing the sound of thunder and rain pattering against marble. No one was about roaming the palace grounds. It almost seemed that the kingdom was deserted.  

He spotted Gil-galad as he turned the corner, standing in the hall outside the infirmary. The High King, usually so serious and serene, was gazing in concern at the inside of the room.  

“My King,” Elrond said as he approached. “I came as soon as I heard of the attack.”

Gil-galad nodded solemnly. “The Dark Lord sees too much. I’m afraid if he were to advance again, with double the forces, we may not be able to hold our position for long.”

“Our army. Is it...?”

“Intact? Yes. Yet not entirely stable. All we can do is wait and recover.”

“And the wounded?”

The King looked at Elrond and in his eyes was utter sorrow. “Perhaps you should go in.”

Elrond bowed, feeling as though his thoughts were laid bare. With his heart in his throat, he steeled his emotions and stepped into the infirmary.  

It was a wide, circular room, the far side bordered by an arched veranda that opened out onto a terrace with a view of the waterfalls. Curtains of leaves were draped over the arches to keep out the rain, cloaking the room in dim light. Cots layered with forest-green silk were placed evenly about the space. Nearly every one was occupied by a wounded elf. A handful of healers moved about the room, pressing cold cloths to foreheads and spoon-feeding herbal concoctions. A scatter of lit candles cast the place in a sleepy red hue like blood washing away in a river.  

Elrond walked among the wounded. Most of them were familiar faces. Some had sheets pulled over their heads. Others were so scarred and bloodied or covered in salve that he couldn’t recognize them. But there was one elf he was searching for in particular.  

He found her on a cot by the far wall. Her face was so gray that she looked on the verge of melting into a puddle of raindrops. Heavy gauze was wrapped around her navel up to her sternum. Her hands rested peacefully at her sides.  

Elrond’s heart broke at the very sight of her. (Y/N) looked so drained, so lifeless- the stark opposite of the lively elf maiden he knew.  

He lowered into the chair at her side and took her hand in his. Her fingers were like ice. Fighting the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes, he whispered, “I’m here, hiril vuin. It’s me.”

She didn’t stir. Elrond could almost imagine that she was a statue made of marble, carved by a delicate hand, framed in stormy light. Her breathing was so shallow it was hard to believe she was alive at all.  

Elrond didn’t know how long he sat there, staring at her unmoving form. He murmured sweet nothings under his breath as he stroked her palm, as if his whispers would coax her from her sleep.  

A healer came by at some point to check up on (Y/N), but there wasn’t much to do besides dab her forehead with a cloth and make her as comfortable as possible. The healer hummed an old elven healing song over her before moving on.  

“Come back to me,” Elrond whispered as soon as the healer was out of earshot. “You are the light in my life, (Y/N). I cannot walk the darkness alone.”

He reached into his cloak and brought out the daylily. The tips of its petals were wilting, as if responding to the condition of its giver. He leaned over and tucked the flower into (Y/N)’s hair. “There was never a moment you escaped my thoughts,” he said. “You, nin lilui, my daylily, are my dearest friend. Yet you are also so much more.” A tear traced its way down his cheek and dripped onto her fingers. Elrond caressed her cheek, his voice breaking. “You are so much more to me.”

He stayed by her side as the night passed. Soon enough rogue streaks of dawn shone through the curtains. Weariness and heartache weighed him down, but he couldn’t sleep while she was like this. Her eyes moved rapidly beneath her eyelids like she was trapped in a dream and couldn’t find the way out.  

Elrond pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “Dawn is here, nin lilui. Do not let the darkness claim you.”

(Y/N) made a sound in the back of her throat. Her brow furrowed in pain. “Nin onlui mel...”

Elrond sat up straight. He searched her face for signs of life. “(Y/N)?”

She mumbled unintelligibly in Elvish. Elrond’s heart raced. “It’s me,” he said. “It’s Elrond. I’m here.”

“Nin onlui mel,” she muttered. “Mi van me, nin mel...”

Where are you, my love?

Emotions clouded Elrond’s mind in a swift blur. She was on the verge of consciousness. She was going to be okay. His daylily hadn’t left him. And yet a bitter taste filled his mouth.  

She was calling out for her true love. And it wasn’t him.  

*****

You ran through an endless forest. Black trees like twisting claws kept bursting from the dirt, redirecting your path. The hungry screams of your enemies echoed from all sides, and you spun in confusion and fear, unsure where to run. You had no weapon. Your nightgown was drenched in blood. Your heart beat frantically in your chest like you were a wild, hunted animal.  

You followed the line of trees, but shadows formed illusions in the darkness. The trees seemed to grasp at you, pulling your hair, tearing your clothes. Everything looked the same. There was no way out.  

The screams sounded closer now. You turned and ran, but the ground was wet and you slipped. When you got to your knees, you realized you had fallen in a pool of your own blood.  

Your vision was hazy, but you could see vicious shapes snarling and snapping out of the corner of your eye. You felt so weak, so tired. Looking up at the gray sky, you were ready to give up hope.

“Elrond,” you sobbed. You yearned for him with an aching you couldn’t express. The thought of him was like sunlight in this dark place. Your Elrond- kind as summer, gentle as a breeze. “Where are you?”

Your enemies howled, and the world was then no more.  

*****

You didn’t remember opening your eyes.  

At first, you weren’t sure what was a dream and what was reality. The shadows seemed to linger around your body, their wispy hands trailing against your skin. Your head felt like it had been stuffed with cotton. The gray sky had disappeared, and the light of day was pouring into the room from somewhere.  

You blinked, feeling like your eyelids were made of iron. Your entire body ached. An incisive pain ripped through your stomach as you woke, bringing your surroundings into focus. You laid on a cot in the infirmary. Sitting to your left was an elf with tousled brown hair.  

“Elrond?” you groaned. It was as if your throat had been charred with firewood.

"(Y/N),” he sat forward, holding your hand. In his eyes were a million emotions.  “It’s okay. I’m here.”

The sight of him was going to make you cry. “Oh, Elrond.”

He quickly poured you a glass of water and held it to your lips. “Drink this.”

You obliged, though just the movement of your neck set your torso on fire. You had been wounded in battle countless times, though never as bad as this.  

“You came back for me,” you said. Your voice sounded scratchy to your own ears.  

Elrond looked on the verge of tears. He smiled at you, and despite your pain, giddiness fizzed in your veins. “No sooner had I been in Khazad-Dum two days when Durin gave me word of the attack. I set off again that same hour. I came as fast as I could.” He looked down. “(Y/N), I am so sorry.”

“Elrond,” you reached out and cupped his face. “I am a soldier. Battles happen. Warriors fall. Nothing is your fault.”

He closed his fingers around yours. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. His eyes were drawn and his hair was a tangled mess. You had the urge to run your fingers through it.  

“(Y/N),” he said carefully, “What were you dreaming of?”

You closed your eyes again, remembering the figures in the darkness, the gnarled trees moving you about the forest like a ghost, the way you were drenched in blood.  

“I thought I was dead,” you responded weakly. “There was darkness, and I was lost- there was so much blood...”

“You were calling out for someone in your sleep,” he said softly.

“I was? W-who?”

You saw the answer in his eyes before he spoke. “’Nin onlui mel.’”

Silence like an ocean stretched between you two. You turned to face the terrace, where the curtains had been pulled back to provide you with a view of the waterfall. “My true love,” you translated, unable to look at him.

He let go of your hand, placing it at your side. He didn’t speak for a long time. The silence was devastating.

Eventually you couldn’t take it anymore. “Elrond-”

“(Y/N)-”

You turned to face him again. He didn’t meet your eyes.  

“It would be a lie to say some part of my heart does not ache,” he said. “Yet the desire of my heart is for you to be happy. I will not get in the way of your devotion to another.”

You tried to sit up, but a wave of nausea forced you back down. “Elrond, I don’t understand.”

“I am sorry if I have been a bother. It was foolish of me to think...to think with such selfishness.”  

“What are you saying?”

He glanced at you. “Whoever he is, as much as I wish not to be, I am, shamefully, envious. I only hope that you can forgive me.”

“No.” You shook your head. “No, Elrond, you don’t understand. There isn’t someone else.” You took a deep breath, gathering your courage. “Nin onlui mel. It’s you. It’s always been you.”

His expression matched himself on the day you’d given him the daylily- as if your small kindness was as valuable to him as sparkling treasure. “Me?”

You nodded. “I cannot help it. You are the water to my soil; you have made spring bloom once more in my heart where I thought it not possible. You give me hope. My soul longs for you, nin mel. I love you as I love life.”

Tears fell from his eyes. He was beautiful. He brushed a stray curl from your face and murmured, “And to truly live is to love. Will you allow me to love you with all of myself?”

“My love,” you whispered, “I cannot live any other way.”

His lips were soft as he kissed your temple. He leaned his forehead against yours, and in that moment, you had the world.

Masterlist

[elladanns]

Willow: Prologue

The one where the Princess of the Noldor falls in love with the Herald of The High-King.

Elrond x Original Female Character

(With a few other Original Characters throughout)

Content Warning: Mature Themes (Violence, Potential Future Smut, Language, Sexual Themes)

“Elrond, this is my daughter Princess Elanor.” Gil-Galad gestured to the shorter woman, well at least shorter than him, that stood beside him.

Her dark hair was pinned back in a long braid that was tied off with a single ornate gold band just below her waist. The blue and gold gown that fit perfectly around her body shimmered in the little bits of sunlight that peaked through the trees. There was one thing, though, that stood out to him. Her circlet of gold and sapphires sat slightly crooked as if she had hastily shoved it on her head before this meeting.

“Elanor, this is Elrond. My new herald.”

She looked up timidly, before looking down at her hands once more.

Her eyes were the brightest shade of blue Elrond had ever seen. Almost uncannily bright, with an intense stare that stuck in his mind even though he had only met her gaze for a mere second.

Elanor’s cheeks flushed under the gaze of the young ellon who her father had just introduced her to.

“Father, may I take my leave now?” Her voice was soft as she looked up at the High-King, who’s demeanor changed from a King to simply a father in an instant when looking at his only daughter.

“Yes, Élaré.” Gil-Galad sighed, “You may go.”

“She did not seem to like me much.” Elrond noted to Galadriel, who had been sitting at the table in her study, looking over some books.

“Elanor keeps to herself, try not to be insulted.” She sighed, “She really only speaks to her father.”

Elrond was silent, a smile stretching across his face at the memory of the blue-eyed elleth and her intense piercing stare that lasted all but a moment.

“What is that look for?” Galadriel watched him curiously, a twinkle in her eye, before she bit back a laugh in realization, “You think she's beautiful, do you not?”

“It would be impossible not to.” The younger ellon replied with a shrug, “However, her father would likely not allow it.”

“You should be more concerned about whether or not Elanor will speak to you long enough to allow it.” The Commander smirked, “She is not very keen to speak to outsiders. Though, I did catch her entering the library after your meeting,” her smirk only widened, “and I will say this. I have never seen her blush to that degree before.”

“Princess, the High-King is outside your door wishing to speak with you.” Her handmaiden, Calenwen, spoke softly, holding the door open a mere crack, just enough for her to speak into the room, “May I send him in?”

“You may.” Her voice was even, not bothering to look up.

“Daughter.” Gil-Galad sighed as he entered her chambers, hands folded in front of him.

“Father.” She looked up from her hair, watching him in the mirror.

“How do you feel about my new herald?” Her father watched her undo the long braid that her hair was in, gently combing out the brown strands.

“That is quite the random question.” She looked down, continuing to unweave the braid.

“He seems quite taken with you,” The High-King shrugged, “that is why I ask.”

“He seems kind enough.” She began to brush out her hair, “I never saw him as taken with me.”

“Because you have never spoken to him. You have only been introduced to him once.” Her father shot her a look, to which she caught in the mirror, causing her to turn around a scowl on her face.

“Father, I am perfectly fine keeping to myself-”

“I cannot convince you to have a conversation with him, but would having a friend hurt?” He pressed, “Your mother would not want you to be alone in this world forever.”

Elanor’s brow furrowed as she sighed. Her father had not truly spoken of her mother since she had left to sail back to Valinor by the order of her own father. Nor had he ever explained why she had left, “You never speak of mother which is why I did not think of her wishes for me.”

Gil-Galad’s jaw clenched as he thought for a moment, “Your mother was… Your mother is…” He nodded, thinking for another moment, “an extraordinary being. Who, like many others,” The High-King’s voice was hesitant and even, “had to obey her father when he summoned her home.”

“Who was she?” Elanor’s lips were pursed, “Father, you cannot keep it from me any longer, I deserve to know.”

“You were given one of her names, a name the Ñoldor called her. Valaron. Of the Valar.” Their eyes met for a moment, “A Valar walking among the Eldar. That is who she was.”

“What am I?” Her voice was soft, “Ada, what am I?”

“I do not know, Elanor.”

The Princess’ face fell, “You do not know?”

He nodded, “I truly do not know.”

“What do you mean you do not know?” She stood quickly, face filled with confusion, “How do you, my father, not know?”

“I can only tell you my assumptions. Your mother… Elemmírë is of Valar blood. Your eyes are her’s. And sometimes, you almost… You remind me of the light that would pour from her. The very same light from Valinor is in both her blood and your own.” He took her hands, “It is not hard to assume what you are, but if you wish,” The High-King sighed, “I will try and find any answer you need me to find. But in the meantime, my point still stands. You do need a friend, Elanor.”

Little did Elanor know that this simple task would become quite the hassle. As Elrond, though well liked and well respected, was not the most tactful ellon. Or at least, not with her.

It was well known to Elanor’s servants and handmaidens that she was quite fond of late night swims. However, no one had cared to inform Elrond of that fact.

Which is what led to the very predicament that he, and the Princess, found themselves in.

“Princess Elanor-” Elrond's face was as red as it could possibly get as he covered his eyes.

“Turn around!” She hissed, quickly submerging herself in the water, “You should have made yourself known!”

“Princess, we are in the middle of the woods-”

“I am nearly naked, Elrond!”

Elrond froze, blinking a few times. That was the first time Elanor had ever said his name, “What happened to Herald?” He asked, deciding in that very moment to play her game.

“Would you prefer that to your name?” Elanor huffed, a frustrated look on her face that Elrond, thankfully, could not see.

The Herald heard the sloshing of water followed by the damp sounds of droplets falling from her dress and hair, “I would prefer Elrond.”

She rung out her hair, then her dress, cheeks red from embarrassment, “I would have preferred you not stumbling across this grove.” She muttered, wrapping the large towel around her body, before walking right past him, "Especially not at this very moment, of all times."

“Princess, wait-” Elrond moved to follow her, rushing after the sopping wet and still very disgruntled elleth.

“No, I am not dealing with this mess right now.” She continued walking, “And do not speak a word of this to anyone, Herald Elrond.”

Elrond stopped walking, a breathy laugh escaping him. He quite liked the way his name sounded coming from her lips.

“Now she won't look at me.” Elrond shook his head, rubbing his temples.

“This is quite funny, Elrond, you do have to admit,” Galadriel let out a laugh, leaning back in her chair, “as everyone here does know that the Princess takes almost nightly swims in the pond and even the Gulf of Lune.”

“And why was I not made aware?”

Galadriel shrugged, “I suppose no one found it to be of relevance. If this plagues you so, then perhaps I am not the right person to be asking these questions to.”

Elrond scoffed, “You cannot mean-”

Galadriel pursed her lips, “I mean that you should speak with her father.”

“And tell him what, Galadriel? That I, his Herald, saw his daughter, the Princess, swimming almost naked in the pond?”

“At least… it was almost naked.” Galadriel offered as a smile that verged on a grimace on her face.

Elrond paced in front of the large wooden door, exhaling slowly before knocking.

"Enter." The commanding, and quite frankly, intimidating voice of the High-King called from inside.

Elrond cautiously opened the door, quickly closing it behind him. He had to speak before his nerves managed to get the better of him. Before they could turn him into a floundering stuttering mess, “High King-”

“I presume you are here about Elanor.” Gil-Galad looked up from the scrolls on his desk, a bored yet expectant look in his eyes, “Sit.”

Elrond knew better than to refuse the offer, sitting in the wooden chair that clearly had only been placed there for Elanor.

“I encouraged my daughter to pursue a friendship with you, and I assume,” He placed his pen in its inkwell, leaning back in his chair, “something happened. Do tell.”

Elrond was silent.

"Go on." Gil-Galad's voice was more commanding this time, words spoken through gritted teeth, a hint of irritation in his tone.

“I… do not know how to approach her after-”

“You saw her in the pond.” He sighed, “Elanor is no different than her mother. Elemmírë was always more used to Arda than here… Her own private little world that existed with gardens she could do as she pleased in. And Elanor is no different. The warmth of the Valar and the light of Arda exist within her very bones.”

“High-King, might I ask… how does one… have a conversation with Elanor?”

“What do you mean?”

“She seldom holds a conversation.”

“My daughter is shy. Illusive. Wary of anyone she has not known most of her life. Rightfully so. Outsiders can be dangerous.” Gil-Galad sighed, “However, you are not dangerous. And you must prove that to her.”

“How?”

“Well, she loves poetry,” The High King thought for a moment, a faint smile, that anyone who did not know him well would have missed, appeared on his face, “books… You could even imply that you could defeat her in a spar… you will lose, but she will find it amusing. Excruciatingly long walks in the gardens, swimming in the pond or river, which you are quite familiar with…”

Elrond nodded, “Thank you.”

Elanor let out a groan as she tugged on the brush that was stuck in her hair, an un-ladylike curse leaving her lips.

To be completely honest, it was her fault that the large knot in her hair existed. And it was also her fault that her silver hairbrush was thoroughly stuck in her hair.

A knock at her door stopped the princess’ angry tugging and pulling, “At this hour?” She scoffed, storming to the door, flinging it open, “Who-”

Elanor blinked at the sight of Elrond, stood in her doorway, his brow furrowed as he took immediate notice of the hairbrush stuck in her hair.

An awkward silence fell between them as Elanor’s confused face took in his nervous one.

“I am sorry for intruding I just-”

“It's alright, I am just a bit,” She gestured to her hair, “stuck…”

“I could,” He cleared his throat nervously as he gestured to the stuck brush, “help… if that would… make you less… irritated.”

Elanor blinked a few times before nodding, stepping aside to allow the man into her chambers.

Elrond had never seen a room so… exquisite in his life. It was always clear that Gil-Galad’s priority- above all else- was his daughter. There were times where Elrond firmly believed that Elanor was the only other living being that the High King truly cared about.

Elanor closed the door behind them, “You can… place your books here.” She gestured to her small side table, “I am sorry I disrupted whatever you were sent here to tell me…”

“Actually,” He followed her to her vanity, where she sat with a huff, “I brought those for you.”

“Really?” She asked, looking at him from her vanity mirror.

Elrond nodded, gesturing to her hair, “May I?”

“Yes.” She replied, “Just… be gentle.”

“I wouldn't be anything else.” His smile was small as he touched her soft brown hair, “Do you have a comb?”

She nodded, handing him the delicate piece of wood.

His touch was gentle as he used the comb to pull strands of her hair loose from the brush, “How did you manage this, Princess?”

“I suppose keeping my hair out of its braid all day was not the smartest choice.” She mumbled, watching him closely in the mirror. His face was deep in concentration, brows furrowed so hard that small lines began to form between them, “Relax, Elrond, it is not that serious of a matter. You will surely give yourself a headache.”

“I do not wish to-”

“Relax.” She repeated, their eyes meeting in the mirror. Her gaze, while still piercing, was much kinder. Elrond did not know who to thank for her change in behavior.

Careful hands continued to work through the knots in her hair, his face telling her that he had calmed down significantly as he worked. And for a moment, Elanor could have sworn he looked handsome.

“I never expected you to be so… good with things like this.” She whispered as he handed her the brush that was stuck in her hair for hours, “I… often just tug.”

“Truth be told, I just wanted to… spend longer than a few moments with you.”

Elanor turned around, her brow furrowed as she looked up at him, “What do you mean?”

“That I wish to spend time with you, Princess.”

Elanor thought for a moment, “But… why?”

He knelt down, taking her soft hands in his own rougher ones, “Because I thought I might enjoy your company.”

“Did my father put you up to this?”

“What?” Elrond shook his head, “No, Elanor. I put myself up to this…. You… simply being you put me up to this.”

[dunbonnets]

ELENYA & ELROND, scene from The Rings of Power season 2 episode 2

[wordbunch]

Elrond as a dad

a/n: so there was an absolute genius of an anon who suggested these headcanons and I knew that I had to write them ASAP because he!!!! would be such a great sweet dad. 😍😍😍 i hope you all enjoy these HCs, let me know how you liked them and please reblog so that more people can see 💛 thank you!

okay he is extremely nervous and stressed out and protective, and he is in love with your baby so so so so much

literally he could cry when their hold his finger or babble incoherently

he could just look at them forever and study their lil facial expressions and movements and everything

he tenses up when someone else (besides you) holds them and he can’t wait to have them back in his or your arms

from the moment your baby is born he is wrapped around their little finger

you actually sometimes have to keep him in check so that he doesn’t spoil them too much

many times in the evening you caught the two of them having a sweet moment as Elrond carries the baby around the room and rocks them as he tells a goodnight story in the softest voice

more often than not, those “stories” are just about how much he loves the baby and/or you, and how you’re the world’s greatest parent

you actually like to eavesdrop on those stories occasionally, and Elrond is aware of it and he will just smile to himself and continue talking

if the baby whimpers one time, let alone cries, he will drop everything and pick them up instantly

he loves having things custom made for them, with like their initials and stuff

and don’t even let me started on birthdays and similar special occasions /

Elrond could buy a half of middle-earth for your baby if you don’t stop him

he isn’t the best singer out there but he will sing in a low, comforting your voice to soothe your baby and it works like magic

his fascination triples when they start talking!!! especially if their first word is ‘dad’ or any variation of it

he is totally the parent to have full-on conversations with a child that’s just rambling nonsense

he loves reading to them and he will definitely do voices for different characters

your kid likes just following him around while holding the hem of his cloak as he does things

Elrond will definitely team up with your child to make you surprises on your special days, or just a random breakfast in bed accompanied with the kid’s drawing of unintelligible shapes which represent the three of you as a family

he is very accepting and he is just excited about everything that your child is and wants to be

also among your child’s friends, Uncle Elrond is the absolute favorite

he would be the greatest dad in all of middle-earth and that’s a fact!!!

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[tamurilofrivendell]

With My Life | Elrond x Reader

one shot using this prompt

read on ao3

pairing: Elrond x Reader

summary: you think Elrond doesn’t trust you to fight despite your skill but it turns out the real reason he is loath to let you is a little different. 

You had lived in Rivendell for a fairly long time by this point, coming here seeking safety and solace. You had been travelling alone for a long time, facing many hardships and even dangers on the road, but Imladris had been good to you. The Lord of Rivendell had taken you in without a question, as he always did with weary travellers, those seeking a safe place to rest their heads. You had not planned to stay quite as long as you actually had but the valley had become something of a home to you, just as the Lord of it had become someone you were proud to call a friend.

However, it was not all a wonderful dream. Darkness had been creeping back into the world and, as war approached and skirmishes broke out all over, you were forced to pick up your trusty sword once more, going out on border patrols with the others. You wouldn’t feel right sitting pretty in Rivendell while everybody else risked themselves defending this refuge from the forces of Mordor. You were happy to help and happy to have an excuse to leave Rivendell for a time, something you had grown to enjoy over your time here. You had always had a bit of a habit of leaving the safety of the Halls and crossing the river or exploring the surrounding wilderness. You had always had a wanderers heart and exploring had simply become a part of you after all these years.

Trouble was, with the world becoming more dangerous, you found yourself getting into more scrapes and problems than before. You were almost eaten by a couple of trolls. A warg stalked your scent and chased you all the way to the river. A stray band of orcs waylaid you in the woods, which you got away from with minor injuries - this one got you in the most trouble with Elrond, though he didn’t say a word. The way he looked at you while he tended to your wounds was enough.

As time passed and things continued to only become more and more dangerous, you found yourself in a situation you had not been in before.

Elrond started to say no to you.

It began with a wave of his hand, telling you there were enough numbers in a partcular patrol to deal with the issue they were facing. It continued with an angry look the likes of which he hadn’t given you before when you tried to press the situation and force your way back into the midst of things. Elrond only continued to outright deny you, eventually going so far as to completely remove your weapon from your possession as you slept.

When you woke and realised it was missing, you were furious, and you had finally had enough. What had changed between the two of you, you did not know, but you had reached your limit. Try as you might, you could not seem to stop disappointing him and you were desperate to know what you had done to upset him, to change the way he viewed and treated you.

“Don’t you trust me?” You cried out in frustration, bursting into his room as he was readying to leave with his patrol to hunt yet another band of orcs that had dared to come too close to the border for comfort.

Elrond turned to look at you, brows furrowed with confusion as he wondered how you could even ask such a question. How you could even think such a thing. He realised that things had not been the same as they had been but he could no longer allow you to waltz around in the wild beyond Rivendell, where anything could happen to you, where things had already happened. You were reckless with yourself and it frightened him, especially that last time when the orcs had gotten too close and hurt you - you were seriously lucky that it was not more serious and he had spent all that night unable to rest due to his anxiety over what might happen the next time.

The next time, you may not be so lucky.

How had he allowed these thoughts to enter your mind? How had he not seen it? He had been trying to keep you safe and in doing so he realised that he had pushed you away and made you feel like he did not value you. “I trust you with my life.” He said emphatically, covering the distance between you both in two long strides. Elrond reached out to take hold of your hands gently in his own, looking you directly in the eyes with a tenderness he had been hiding from you for the past few months. “I’m not so sure I trust you with yours.”

You blinked back at him as you allowed his words to sink in. He was quiet, patient, as your mind worked over the meaning behind what he had said. His thumbs brushed softly across the skin of your hands, sending a light shiver through you. Your gaze softened slightly as you looked back at him and he smiled. His smile began to fade away when you pulled your hands from his but returned when your arms moved to circle his neck, pulling him into a hug. His own arms moved around your waist as he returned the gesture and the two of you stayed that way for a few moments, content in this moment to at least be on the same page once more.

[thesolarangel]

My shadows

Elrond x reader

(no gender mentioned, no pronouns) · Rating: G · 838 words · No warnings · NO descriptions of panic attacks or similar stuff! No use of Y/N. Sorry for abusing the “...” haha. This fanfic is set in winter! I just needed the ultra cozy vibes for this one. 

summary: Elrond notices that you’re struggling even though you’re trying so hard to hide it. He helps you get through a rough patch.

Also on AO3

Elrond has noticed that there was something off with you recently. You reacted irritably when being asked questions, you had dark circles under your eyes from lack of sleep and you didn’t seem like your usual self.

He goes to your chambers to check on you. He finds you laying on the chaise in the middle of the day, wrapped in a blanket and staring out of the window with a blank face.

“Hey, sweetheart”, he greets you in a warm tone.

You don’t answer and just wrap the blanket tighter around your body.

“Forgive me, I don’t mean to pry, but I’m honestly worried about you… Is there anything I can do for you?” Elrond sits down on the end of the chaise and strokes your thigh gently.

“No!” you snap at him. Shit. You immediately regret it. Societal pressure has been gnawing at you in addition to you struggling mentally. Elrond didn’t have anything to do with this. Tears are forming in your eyes and you squeeze them shut to try to force them away. “I’m so sorry.” you whisper with a trembling voice. 

“It’s okay. This wasn’t directed at me personally, even if I was the one to hear it…” 

He shifts closer and starts stroking your head.

“Your health matters, meleth nín. Body and mind. If you were to break a bone or fall ill with a terrible cold, you would give your body the rest it needs, wouldn’t you?” He smiles at you kindly. “You tell your friends they should look after themselves and take the time and rest they need to recharge… try to apply that to yourself… please.”

“It’s too h–hard… “ And this time, your voice breaks and you start to cry.

“Well, then I’ll help you.” 

Elrond holds you in his arms and lets you sob uncontrollably. “Let it all out, love, it’s okay.”

And all the feelings you’ve been avoiding for the past weeks come crashing down on you. You cry and cry and cry and Elrond holds you, strokes over your hair, caresses your back… 

After a while he begins to softly sing in Sindarin… He has a beautiful voice. Low and melodic he sings while he holds you… The song is unfamiliar to you, but it has a soothing power and you can feel it flow through your body as it slowly regulates your nervous system. The tears are gone and you truly feel better, more balanced, but there’s still this lingering sense of uncertainty and you’re not sure how to move on…

Then Elrond speaks anew: “Meleth nín, please know that this too, shall pass. You might feel like this intense hopelessness and these dark intrusive thoughts will never leave you. But I promise you, they will. You will be your usual funny, cheerful, creative self again.

I am so proud of you. You are such a kind, wonderful person and your friends love you so much.

You don’t need to carry all of this on your own. You can ask for help. I can help you take the weight off. I’m here for you, love.” He places a gentle kiss on your forehead. You look up to him and give him a small smile. His words mean a great deal to you. He’s always there for you no matter what. And you trust him.

“So… what do you say about a warm bath? While I make you some food?” he asks hopefully.

“A bath sounds amazing actually…” you answer hoarsely. All this crying has done a number on your voice.

“I’m glad. Then I’ll get it ready for you and you choose something comfortable to wear afterwards, alright?”

Elrond runs you a bath with your favorite essential oils and lights some candles in the bathroom so that you have it extra cozy.

You greatly enjoy soaking in the warm water and it smells so good. After a good half hour you’re starting to get a little sleepy so you get out of the bath, dry yourself off and put on some soft nightwear.

When you get back to your living room chamber, you see that Elrond is already waiting for you. He has set up a little picnic with a big blanket and some pillows in front of the burning fireplace. There’s fresh bread with cheese, some sweet and salty snacks that you like and some hot chocolate. 

The two of you enjoy your meal together and you talk a little here and there, Elrond doesn’t pressure you and there’s always more time to talk tomorrow. You share some of the things you’ve been struggling with and he listens to you closely and offers his thoughts if you like. 

Talking about this makes you feel lighter and you slowly get sleepy again. Before you can drift off on the floor in your living room, he takes you to bed and holds you in his arms while you fall asleep. That night, you don’t dream at all, you sleep through the night like a log.

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[mcu-senshi]

Elrond Needing Reassurance

You had been married for not even a year, and yes, that is but a blink of an eye for elf but it has been pure bliss. You are the Princess, daughter of the High King Gil-galad and you are accustomed to the busy life of diplomacy and endless education. But, lately you have noticed that you been seeing your husband a bit less than usual. You are certain your father has a greater plan and regardless of being one of the leaders of such a successful and well-regarded kingdom, your father does not tell you everything until he sees fit.

The last few weeks you have traveled more than you have in the few decades and when you returned you noticed your husband a bit off. Elrond, your darling Lord Herald is still as focused and wise as ever and always seen with a scroll in hand, but you noticed something different.

Upon your return you did not see him at the royal gate to meet you. He claimed that he was simply occupied to greet you upon your return. You excused him without a doubt. When you and the council members who traveled were finally settled, you asked him to meet you in your private dining area and he did not show. After a handful of failed attempts you had to scheme in order to ask your husband what was weighing on him. So you had someone send a message to your husband, claiming the request is from the King. Your message was simply that he was to meet the King in the library an hour before sunset to discuss an urgent matter.

You walked into the library well before the scheduled meeting time to ensure Elrond would not see you. And you waiting. Your ever-punctual husband walked into the library and upon seeing you his face lit up, but you saw the slight hint of hesitation in the corner of his eyes before his soft smile graced his face.

“Good evening, my beloved,” you greeted him.

“Good evening my Princess,” he returned as he looked around for the King. “If it is my father you seek, he is not here. And he will not be here as this meeting was but a decoy.”

Elrond gave a slight nod and walked beside you and you headed towards a more secluded area of the library. “My darling, why are we here?” He asked you.

“Well,” you began as you brought your hands together, “I know we are both quite preoccupied, but I have noticed a change in you recently, my Love.”

“I am a bit ashamed, my Princess, I must admit to you,” he began. You were a bit surprised because you wanted to open up a bit more but since he spoke up first you simply listened. “I have felt a bit differently, but I promise you my Love, it was not my intention.”

“My darling husband, have I done or said something to upset you?” You asked as you looked up to him with a bit of worry in your eyes.

“Valar, no, my Love. You have not.” He replied as he took hold of your hands. “Then why do you look at me differently or simply look away at times?” You asked.

“My mind was introduced to the feelings of jealousy, my Starlight, I apologize,” you locked eyes and then that is when his face and shoulders relaxed. “I began to feel jealous when I realized that you traveled with all men and your time with the council mostly with men” You smiled up at him and you realized what had happened. He needed reassurance. He needed to feel a little extra love and attention.

“May I reassure you, my Love?” You asked as you took your hands from his so yours could envelope his. He nodded and took a deep breathe in.

“My sweet Elrond, you are the love of my life and I will do anything to see you smile. While I know that our positions demand so much of us both, you will always be my warmth and my strength. No matter of how much people I must meet, and believe me there are times I wish I simply did not have to meet such egotistical lords and ladies in the name of diplomacy,” and at that you both let out a chuckle. “You are the who I dream about each night we are not physically together. You are the one who I want to wake up to and fall asleep next you every day. I want to wake you up with kisses every morning and I want to fall asleep in your arms each and every night. I could never imagine of a more loving and amazing partner to call my darling husband.” And with that you kissed his hands and then quickly moved to his neck and chin and cheeks and nose and finally you planted quick kisses upon his lips. He wrapped his hands around your waist and your body as close as possible to his and deepened the kiss.

“I apologize for feeling jealous my darling Princess,” he said as he broke the kiss. “But you must understand that I still worry about you being surrounded by such warriors whose legends and towering figures proceed them. I hear of them joking amongst themselves about who could sway you away from your marriage.”

Your eyes widened as you let out a laugh. “My darling sweet husband, I would simply cut the hand off of whichever guard or warrior who dare attempt such a thing.”

[the-fiction-witch]

You Don't Know What You're Asking For

Media - Rings Of Power Character - Elrond Couple - Elrond X Reader Reader - Y/n (Daughter of Galadriel and Celebron, Basically taking the place of Celebrían) Rating - 15 Word Count - 3118

Elrond even to this day found immortality rather strange and somewhat uncomfortable. He watched friends age and wither while he still lingers. He watched castles turn to dust. He watched the peace he helped create be abused by whichever opportunist sought power and pride. Twenty years seemed to pass in a blink of an eye and all things seemed to fade away. But there were small joys to in immorality, the soft joy of winters end and the gentle blooms of spring, as well as the visits few and far between of those he cared for,

Today was such an occasion, the lady Galadriel was visiting, with her husband Celeborn and daughters, from their usual home of LothLorien,

He smiled, feeling his features ease into a relaxed and welcoming smile before waving towards the small party,

First to emerge was lord Celeborn, who then took the hand of his wife Galadriel to aid her down from the horse,

"My lord, it has been too many of these long years," she greeted,

Elrond gave a light laugh, "It truely has been long, too many years" he replied, returning the greeting with a bow and taking her hands, "You look as radiant as ever my lady,"

She smiled the two sharing a moment in peace after such a long friendship,

"Last I saw this place it was a barely pile of rocks and mortar," lord Celeborn laughed, "you have crafted her into a place grander than Lindon I think,"

Elrond laughed, raising one of his hands in a dismissive gesture, clearly proud of the work the elves and men of Rivendell had done, but humble enough to not openly say this at the lavish praise of his home, "I simply provided the groundwork, a place for the great people of middle earth to call home, and it bloomed into this" he replied,

"A second home for many I'm sure" Galadriel smiled just as three girls approached,

Last elrond saw them the two eldest where barely maidens, and the third didn't exist. Now three stood before him.

"May I introduce, Themyscira our youngest" she explained and the little girl no higher then a hobbit bowed in her little blue gown,

Elrond chuckled at the introduction, lowering down to kneel in front of the young maid, smiling as she bowed to him, "It is a pleasure to meet you, little one" he said, his voice warm and soft, gentle and welcoming as he took her tiny fingers into his hand giving her hand a proper little kiss,

"And of course, you will recall Mellimina" Galadriel nodded,

The last time he saw the middle daughter she was a meer child no taller then his knee, she now stood almost to his shoulder with long blonde hair like her mother in a soft yellow gown,

"It is a pleasure, my lord," Melimina bowed,

Elrond nodded remembering her as a little girl, He was surprised by how fast she'd grown and how grown up, "No need for that, mellimina" he said warmly, waving a dismissive hand, "I am simply a friend, no need for titles and formalities" he smiled taking her hand to give it a polite kiss too,

"And I'm sure you shall recall Y/n," Galadriel smiled,

And for a moment elrond was speechless, Y/n, galadriel’s eldest daughter, last he saw her she was barely a maiden coming into her own, she stood now at his shoulder, a bodythat would be a Syren call for any man, wearing a lilac gown with embroidered stars, with hair pins of silver stars gracing her locks, a elvish gem necklace around her neck,

She looks up at him with eyes like gems as she bows without a word,

Elrond stared in awe, his heart beating a little faster as he looked upon the woman who stood before him. She was not the girl he remembered, she was grown now, grown and stunning. All the air seemed to flee his lungs as he gazed into those emerald eyes, her image in front of him like a vision that he would gladly lose himself in for an eternity. He stared for a few beats, unable to speak as he returned from the trance and gave her a nod, praying to the Valar that nobody had noticed his stare or the pink hue creeping across his cheeks, he swallowed, trying desperately to regain his composure and force the words from his lips "I remember you well my lady," he smiled taking her hand and giving it a slightly prolonged kiss,

"I to recall you my lord, I admit such memories I am reminded of fondly, I hope such years have blessed you with good health since last we met?" Y/n smiled, she spoke like a proper elven lady, much like her mother

a warm, genuine smile played across elronds lips as he nodded in response. She was as poised and as elegant as he remembered, but now there was also a maturity about her, a beauty that he'd never noticed before. He would get lost in the sound of her voice had it not been for her question, "Yes- yes I am well," he replied, his mind suddenly blank as he found it near impossible to think of anything to say when he stared into those eyes of hers, he took a quiet breath, gathering his thoughts and composure as he prepared to speak. He was a powerful elf Lord and commander, and yet now, in front of this beautiful maiden all he could think of was the way her gown shone in the sunlight, the way her lips moved when she smiled and the way her necklace sparkled against her neck, "And you my lady.. you are well?" he asked, silently cursing himself at how awkward he felt in this moment. He sounded like a flustered fool, stumbling over his words

"I have been blessed by such peace," she nodded

Luckily Galadriel and Celeborn requested to prepare their room, the younger girls did also but,

“If it is all the same I would adore a walk of the Rivendell Gardens,” Y/n smiled, “The foliage this time of year is so divine,”

“Yes, yes of course I’d be happy to take you.” he nodded

Galadriel, Celeborn and the girls excused themselves, Elrond praying silently they would keep a safe distance. He turned his attention back to Y/n, now alone in the courtyard.

Elrond exhaled a breath he had been holding, a soft sound of relief, his nerves slowly fading as he smiled warmly at her and offered his arm to lead her down to the gardens, he walked slowly beside her, silently trying to come up with something to say "You've grown so much.. you were just a small girl last I saw you" he laughed softly

she smiled as they walked, her hands wrapped around his arm in a very lady like way,

"Yes, the years have been long since last we are one another. I believe it was when you came to visit lothlorien before the birth of Themescara, I was but a child then,"

"Just a small child yes," he agreed quietly, his mind wandering back to the memory. He could still picture her, running through the gardens chasing butterflies, her little dress covered in a dusting of dirt, he chuckled as a thought crossed his mind, causing him to look at the woman beside him "You did cause quite a bit of mischief as a girl"

"I suppose it is the blessing of all children, to be graced with such chaos" She smiled,

He chuckled quietly, the image of her small form tearing through the gardens still clear in his mind "Yes.. though not all children have quite the same level of chaos. I believe you were one of the worst"

"I suppose I was, but isn't that the job of a first born?" She laughed

he laughed with her, shaking his head and looking down at the ground, "No, my sweetling, the job of the first born child is to be a good example, good role to their younger siblings, not to cause chaos" he teased gently, his voice soft and warm

she softly blushed "I know, I straightened up of course, for my sister's and for the people of lothlorien,"

he smiled down at her, seeing the blush that had risen to her soft cheeks. He felt a strange flutter in his stomach, butterflies that he had not felt before, as he looked at her face. He swallowed a lump in his throat, his thoughts racing as he desperately tried to find something to say, "Of course.. and look at you now, such a proper elvish lady" he teased gently

"I do my best" she smiled "… Father says he must take me to Lindon" she said rather sadly

he felt a pang in his heart as she spoke, a soft frown on his face. "To lindon… why?" he asked, his voice quiet and sad. The idea of losing sight of her again, being unable to see her or speak with her left a sour feeling in his chest.

"To formally present me to the elven court, and the high king." She nodded "as daughter of lady galadriel and lord celeborn, I am to be formally presented at court, so I may be wed to a high elven lord" she explained sadly

his heart clenched at the sound of the last part of her words, a cold feeling forming in his chest and a bitter taste in his mouth. His mind filled with cruel images of her being courted by high elven lords, her gentle laugh heard in the halls when she smiled at some young commander, her arm linked with another mans. It filled him with a strange mixture of anger and sadness. he tried his hardest to keep the anger he felt from showing in his voice "So.. you will be wed"

"I must do what my father commands of me"

he felt the words like a stab to his heart, a deep sadness filling the place where the anger had been. He had held her as a child, watched her grown into woman and now, after all these long years he was so close to losing her again "You could refuse" he said suddenly, his grip on her arm tightening. He stopped and pulled her to a halt, forcing her to face him

"I do not wish to upset them" she said "I must do what is best for my people, must I not?"

"But it may not be best for you" he said, gripping her upper arms now, turning her body to face him. "Being wed to some commander, some high elven lord, forced to live far out in lindon, is that truly what you want?" he asked, his voice quiet and pleading

"… I want whatever will make my family happy, whatever makes my people happy, whatever brings peace and tranquility is all I desire. And if my happiness is what must be the price then … So be it"

he felt a lump form in his throat, the thought of her sacrificing her happiness for others breaking his heart. He found himself taking a step closer to her, still holding her arms firmly, his fingers gripping the soft material of her gown "You can't possibly believe that. You deserve more than that, you deserve to be happy too"

"… I gave up many happinesses in the years since you last saw me. I suppose that's part of maturity, learnt to then away from that which use to bring you such joy…"

he stared down at her, his heart wrenching in his chest at her words. Without thinking, he reached up and cupped her cheeks, his fingers on either side of her face

she gasped her lips parted,

He swallowed, looking down at her. He noticed every feature now, the way her lashes framed her eyes, the rosy pink colour of her lips, the way her hair framed the soft curves of her face "You cannot give up on yourself" he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion "you cannot just accept that you will be unhappy…"

"… If I did what I knew would make me happy, I would have been cast out years ago" she whispered "there is… So much in this world I… desire. But my own pleasure and joy is not the life of a lady… Even if I so wish it could be"

he felt her words like a physical blow, his chest aching under the weight of emotion. Every part of him longed to pull her close, to hold her against his chest and assure her he could give her whatever she desired, to kiss those soft pink lips till he had taken all the air from her lungs. But he held himself firmly in place, his hands gripping her cheeks gently "And what is it you desire my sweetling…"

Without a single word, she moved to her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his, he lips soft and tender, she smelt of lavender flowers and tasted of strawberries, her hands settling on his chest as she pulled back enough to see his eyes

he froze in shock for a moment, unable to believe the soft feeling of her lips on his. For a moment, it seemed to him that the earth had stopped turning, that the world was no longer moving. The press of her lips against his own was like a jolt of electricity that shot through his body. It took an almost painful amount of effort on his part to prevent him from wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to him, crushing her body against his in an embrace, until she pulled back and he gazed down at her, his heart racing "that.. was what you wanted?"

"mhm," she nodded her fingers playing with his clothes a little,

he exhaled a shaky breath, his mind still swirling from the feeling of her lips on his own. The way she played with the material of his clothes sent a strange shiver down his spine, and it took a lot of effort to not press her back against the nearest tree and claim her for himself he gazed down at her, unable to look away from her beautiful face, her pretty pink lips "And what else do you desire, sweetling?"

she softly bit her bottom lip and pushed his arms to entrap her waist

he let her move his hands, the feeling of the soft material of her gown under his fingers like silk as he slid his hands down to her waist. He could feel her body under the fine material, every curve of her waist and hips, and it took all of his self control to not pull her body against his, "And what else?… Tell me, sweetling" he said again, his voice thick with desire and need

"hummm I think it's your turn to tell me something you desire, my lord."

he swallowed, his hands gripping the material of her gown, taking in the feeling of her body against his palms. He wanted her. He wanted her so badly that he ached from the want of her. He wanted to hold her, feel every curve of her body, to run his hands through her hair, taste her skin.. he wanted her so badly it was like a fire in his blood he took a quiet breath, trying to control himself "You.. I desire you"

she bit her lip a little harder, and she giggled a little as he pulled her against him, squeezing their bodies together, "as so I" she whispered against his lips

he swallowed a gasp as he pulled her close to him, the feeling of her body against his own sending a shiver down his spine. He could smell the scent of lavender and it filled his mind with thoughts, of tangled legs and the sound of her soft moans. He longed desperately to run his fingers across her skin, to find every sensitive spot on her body and claim it for himself, he lifted a hand to her chin, tilting her face so they were only inches apart "How am I to keep my hands to myself if you do that"

"I do not wish you to keep them to yourself" she softly giggled

a smirk slowly formed on his face as he heard her words, his thumb caressing the soft skin of her chin as he gazed down at her, "Oh sweetling" he whispered, his heart racing, desire and need filling his body like liquid fire "you don't know what you're asking for"

"I have had years to know what I am asking…" She whispered back

he exhaled a shaky breath, closing his eyes as he tried to control himself. The feel of her body against his own was driving him insane, the sound of her voice in his ear sending his heart racing. He knew this should stop, that he should pull away from her before it was to late, before he could no longer control the fire in his blood. but her words, her breath against his ear, her body so close to his, it was like a drug that he could not resist, "You don't know what I want to do to you, sweetling"

she softly Giggled "I do not, but I'd like to know."

he felt a shiver run down his spine at the sound of her laugh, her voice like sweet music to his ears. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the soft skin of her neck, just below her ear "I want to touch you. I want to hold you… I want to bury myself in you" he whispered quietly, his voice thick with desire

she blushed hard craning her neck to allow him more space to kiss

he pressed a line of soft kisses down her neck, his hands gripping her sides as he whispered against her skin "I want to hear you moan" he purred, his voice like velvet "I want to taste you, make you come undone in my arms" he continued to kiss down her neck, his hands moving to her rear and pulling her body against his as he whispered in her ear "I want to take you to my bed and keep you there, so I can hear the lovely noises you make when I touch you"

she giggled once more as he pulled her as tight to him as possible, his hands on her ass, her chest pressed against his, heaving as she gasps desperately, "Then what is stopping you?"

he felt a shiver of pleasure run down his spine, the way her body was pressed against his own like sweet torture. Her voice in his ear, the feeling of her in his hands making his heart race, his blood burn, "Nothing." he whispered, his voice thick with need. He took her hand and pulled her towards his chambers…

[gil-galadhwen]

The Lord of the Rings | Elrond x F!Reader

This is pure fluff to begin with, but hopefully we'll get to more 👀🔥

Note: I've used a little lore from LOTRO (if anyone else plays, let me know! I'm on the Brandywine server and would love to make new friends!💕)

Carrier of Messages

Elrond was in your library. Not your library exactly, but it felt as though it was exclusively for your use as nobody else in Celondim used it much anymore.

You had come to study a certain aspect of Lore Mastery and King Gil-galad had graciously allowed you access on the condition that you carry messages between Celondim and Lindon where permitted. You thought this was a delightful benefit as you hadn’t expected you’d get to travel but so far you’d carried messages to Lindon many times, even travelling as far as the foothills of Evendim. You’d delivered messages to the King’s herald more than once too, each time more thrilling than the last. Where most people accepted your hand delivered scrolls with a nod of thanks at best and with minor contempt at worst, Elrond did something nobody else did. He spoke to you. He asked you questions about your purpose in Lindon, your studies in Celondim and he always gave you something in exchange for the message. The first time, he gave you an acorn from his pocket which you found endearing. The next, he gifted you a silver coin. He once offered you a glass of wine and to sit with him for a moment which you profusely refused, flushing under your veil as you practically leapt back onto your horse and hurried back to Celondim at a gallop.

While you wanted nothing more in the world than to drink a glass of Lindon’s finest with the half elven lord, you were certain it would be deemed unacceptable if anyone found out and you couldn’t risk your position. Not when you’d worked so hard for it.

Elrond was unlike anyone you’d ever met. He was kind, attentive and had the ability to make you feel as though you were the most important being to him when his attention was on you. Like you truly mattered. You couldn’t help wondering if his perceptiveness came from the human side of him.

Why was he here? You wondered, stepping down from the ladder you’d been using to reshelve some books. Had you missed something? A message undelivered perhaps?

“Hello?” His familiar voice echoed through the mostly empty chamber and you shivered a little. “Is the Lore Master here?”

“Yes, I’m here,” you called, brushing dust from your robes and readjusting your veil. As you rounded the corner towards the front door, you caught the moment Elrond saw you. The way he straightened. The way his lovely, elegant fingers clenched tightly around the scroll he was holding.

“Ah, there you are,” he said as you reached him, a heart-rendering smile breaking out over his face.

“How can I help, my lord?” You asked, grateful for your veil as you bowed low.

“I have brought you something. It has been in my keeping for some time and I always meant to bring it to the great library of Celondim.” He held the scroll out to you and you were sure his fingers trembled as you accepted it.

“Thank you my lord,” you said, holding the scroll close to your chest. “A gift to the library is a gift to the entirety of Ered Luin.”

Elrond nodded. “It is my pleasure.”

“Forgive me for saying, but I hope you did not travel here especially to deliver this,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

“I could have collected it with the next messages--"

“I could not wait that long,” he interrupted, taking a step closer.

You will yourself to breathe even though there was barely any space between you now and Elrond’s hand was reaching towards you, slow and uncertain. You squeeze your eyes shut and brace.

“I apologise for disrupting your work but I could not find the strength within myself to stay away,” he said.

You open your eyes and look down to find Elrond fiddling with the end of your veil.

He laughed lightly. “I am not usually so forward but there is something about you.”

“My lord, you do not know me. You have never seen my face--”

“I am admitting that I want to.” His fingers on your veil tighten.

“Tell me to leave and I will never speak of it again.”

You bite your lip beneath the veil. He was handing you power like nobody had ever done before. Elrond, Half Elven wanted to know you, a veiled lore master and carrier of messages.

Gently, you take Elrond’s hands in yours and squeeze as you murmur quietly.

“Tell me exactly what you want, my lord and I shall give it to you. All of it."

[elladanns]

Willow

Elrond x Original Female Character

The one in which the Princess of The Noldor falls in love with her father's Half-Elven Herald.

*Will cover the events of TROP until the end of LOTR*

Content Warning: Mature Content

Index:

Prologue (Coming Soon)

[wordbunch]

strong, brave, lovely (Elrond x Reader)

a/n: @micheleamidalajedi requested Elrond x reader with the prompt kissing scars; I’ve made it short but hopefully sweet enough for all your fluff needs 😊 let me know how you liked it, and comments and reblogs are always VERY welcome 💖💖💖

Although summer was fast approaching and the days were quickly getting warmer, you still opted for clothes, capes and gowns that covered as much of your skin as possible. More than once you felt curious looks on yourself, which didn’t bother you too much. However, you knew that Elrond, perceptive as always, was going to notice very soon that you weren’t dressing for the increasingly sizzling heat. He himself was unsure of how to bring up that conversation, or whether he should do it at all - he didn’t want to possibly hurt you or poke at an insecurity, but he also didn’t want you suffering a heat stroke or anything of the like. So, your lover decided to confront you worriedly in the privacy of your chambers as the day was coming to an end and both of you wanted to unwind together a little bit. Keen grayish-blue eyes followed you unwaveringly as you went to change from your formal clothes to something more comfortable, but he decided to interrupt your plans and tacitly sneak behind you while you were still half dressed, drawing a gasp from you as your skin brushed against his clothes.

“Meleth nin,” he muttered into your hair, “are you certain you will need all those layers? The night is warm.” 

“I think I will be more comfortable that way,” you gulped, not having expected his little interrogation out of the blue. “I would not want to fall ill overnight, if it gets colder.”

“You know very well I have no trouble providing you with some additional warmth,” Elrond chuckled, his comforting arms still wrapped around your frame securely. He felt you tense up only slightly.

“I-, yes, I know that,” you let out an unexpectedly nervous little laugh, “I just think that-”

“Forgive my interruption, my darling, but I have a feeling that something might be troubling you,” he cut in, as kindly as he could. His fingertips brushed along your jaw and tenderly tilted up your face so that he could look into your eyes more directly. “Just remember that there is nothing that you cannot share with me; I am here to listen.” 

Under his watchful loving gaze you couldn’t help but crack a little bit; and it seemed pointless to try and hide your insecurities from him - he would eventually notice everything. So, you caved in, and let the words spill: about your scars, how you felt, how you wanted to conceal them as much as possible, about how they made you feel less beautiful than other elves in your environment. All the way through, Elrond listened with a sad, sympathetic face, and when your voice quivered he took your hands in his. When he thought you were finished with your hesitant confession, he effortlessly picked you up in his arms and carried you, still not completely dressed, to the large bed. You looked up at him with wide eyes, questions pooling in them.

“I know it will take an eternity for me to convince you with words that you are absolutely gorgeous exactly like this,” he smiled sadly at you, “so it seems best to take another approach.” 

Within a second his soft lips had made contact with your skin, in the places you were most insecure about. You wanted to protest for a moment, but his loving affection felt so reassuring that you couldn’t bring yourself to react in any other way but to enjoy the sensation. His lips ghosted over any and every scar he could reach as a barrage of chills traveled up your body.

“Elrond…” you uttered in a hoarse whisper. “You needn’t…”

“Yes, I do,” he replied, pausing the flurry of kisses. “You are so beautiful and I need to make sure that you know how much.”

The intensity behind his eyes made something stir inside you.

“You are so strong, and so brave, and so lovely,” he trailed off, his fingers brushing over a scar on your thigh. “And I love you for that. And for a myriad of other reasons, my dearest.”

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[tamurilofrivendell]

Life’s Purpose | Elrond x Reader

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pairing: Elrond x (female) Reader

summary: Your beloved pet cat is unfortunately coming to the end of his life. Elrond finds you in the garden and offers you some comfort.

content warning: pet loss, grief, depression, suicidal thoughts.

a/n: forgive me for this because it is the most self indulgent thing I’ve possibly ever written but I’m truly going through it at the minute with this 😔

You were sitting out in the garden on the grass. A cat was curled up asleep in your lap, snuggling up into the folds of your skirts. Tears were shining in your eyes despite the fact that you had already wiped about a hundred others away by now. It seemed to be never ending, the well of grief within you, and you didn’t understand how you hadn’t cried yourself completely dry by now. As soon as you thought you had it under control, a fresh wave would hit you and you would lose all control all over again, another round of sobs or tears bursting forth no matter how hard you tried to push them down.

The reason for your utter sorrow was that same little cat that lay there with you now, just as he had so dutifully done for the almost thirteen years that made up the sum of his precious life.

Once so strong and full of life and adventure, the little creature seemed to be growing thinner by the day, and sleeping almost all of the hours away. He was still eating and drinking some, and still purred with delight when you paid him attention, but an animal healer had told you that the tumor that was growing in his little head, somewhere right between his eyes, was untreatable.

He was coming, more quickly than you could ever wish to admit, to the very end of his days and you simply could not bear the mere thought of it.

This cat had been your constant companion through some of the worst years of your life. Where there had been naught but anguish and despair, his bright green eyes and utter adoration of you was a constant light in the darkness. Your life raft in the neverending ocean of bitterness.

And now he was leaving you and all you felt was an agony so deep and so overwhelming you did not know what to do with it. How to shoulder it.

A sound from somewhere behind you caught your attention and you quickly lifted your hand to wipe away the tears. However, you were too late to cover it as Elrond moved into view with a soft hum, immediately noting the unshed tears and the sadness shining in your eyes.

“My dear girl, whatever is the matter?” He asked gently, coming to a stop by your side. You said nothing but you did not need to as his gaze fell upon the familiar little black and white cat half hidden in your skirts. “Ah.” Elrond sighed, his expression shifting to one of sadness as he moved to ease himself down onto the grass beside you. “I see.”

He sat beside you in silence for a few long moments, lithe fingers reaching out to ruffle the fur between the cats ears. The purring was almost instant and Elrond smiled sadly as he watched the creature shift in your lap, its eyes still closed.

“Do you remember what you used to tell me?” Elrond asked softly, his attention moving from the cat back up to your face.

Sniffing, you shook your head, reaching up to catch a fresh wave of tears before they could fall, angrily wiping at your eyes in both frustration and embarrassment. “When?” You managed.

“When you used to come to my office and sit in that big chair, and tell me how unhappy you were.” He murmured, brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear as he continued. “When you and I would traverse those unstable paths of your past, seeking the way that would lead you out the other side.”

You nodded because you remembered those days, of course you did. There was a time when Elrond had taken it upon himself to act as something of a therapist for you. Your past had been a rather complicated one, the journey fraught with hardship and suffering... yet you had endured - if only so that little animal would not be left alone.

Then had come Elrond’s guidance, his steady presence, and his healing words of wisdom as he had helped you navigate your depression. Your suffocating troubles eventually became something you could carry and you no longer needed to struggle through each day, treading water as you tried not to drown. You no longer yearned for the solace death might bring.

“You told me that this little creature.” Elrond went on, reaching back out towards the cat and lavishing his gentle attentions upon it once more. “Was the one thing keeping you going. The one reason you opened your eyes every single day and did not give in. The one thing that kept you alive.” His gaze lifted back to your face, studying you. “Do you recall this?”

You nodded, squeezing your eyes shut to try and prevent the fresh wave of tears from escaping. They did anyway, trailing down your cheeks as a sob ripped itself from your throat. You could not speak but he didn’t truly expect you to.

Elrond shifted closer and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you to him. He wiped away your tears with his thumb. “Yet you no longer feel such.” He stated gently. “You no longer wish to be taken into deaths bitter embrace. You no longer wish not to live...”

He leaned away slightly and gently tilted your chin up with his fingers so that you were forced to meet his eyes. “...thus, this little soul has fulfiled his life’s very purpose. He can now go and he can rest, safe in the knowledge that you, the only thing he loved and lived for in this whole world, will be okay.”

The words undid you then as sobs completely overtook you. You fell against Elrond, pressing your face into his tunic as you wept uncontrollably, and he held you tight in his arms and simply let you cry it out for as long as you needed to.

[thesolarangel]

Elrond with Gerda and Gamli - Headcanons

Since AO3 is down I thought I'd publish some headcanons I've been thinking about so you guys have something new to read!

Under the cut: 💚

Part 1

Khazad-dûm. Elrond is playing hide and seek with Gerda and Gamli. He sneaks through the corridors. Gerda is trying to supress her giggling, but he hears her and when he finds her and snatches her off her feet to hug her "Got you!", and Gerda squeals with laughter and Elrond grins and tickles her. "Let's go and find your brother", he whispers. "Okay!", Gerda hushes and together they tip toe their way through the halls.

Part 2

Khazad-dûm. Elrond is telling Gerda and Gamli a bedtime story, lulling them to sleep in mere minutes. Durin comes in to check on them, stands in the doorway, surprised: "How did you do that so quickly?" Elrond just smiles. "I'll teach you tomorrow, my friend."

Part 3

Disa, Durin, Gerda and Gamli visit Lindon. Elrond shows them around and the kids, in their unmatched dwarven manner, start running around, yelling and laughing, touching everything, disturb the elves sitting in the courtyard, but Elrond just laughs and chases after them.

I haven't been writing at all these past few months and I don't have the energy to turn these into real drabbles right now, but if someone wants to do that, please use these headcanons and tag me, I'd love to read what you come up with! ❤️

@fenharel-enaste @captainbutterflynonsense @queenmeriadoc @elrondscalaquendi @starlady66 @elronds-pointy-ears @bananaphanta @runawaymun @jefferson-in-the-tardis @mayatrueman @depressedplatypus @thetempleofthemasaigoddess @lady-of-imladris @mistergandalf @elrondswifey

Divider by @saradika

[stormchaser819]

Summary:  While on a journey to Rohan, Elrond goes missing. After over two years go by with almost no sign, and there are those that think he is dead. But then a horse, the horse that disappeared with him, finds its way back to Rivendell. Does this mean Elrond has returned? If so, what happened to him? Can the twins lead Rivendell without him and still have hope they will find him one day?

Author: Elfwarrior96

I thought I’d share this fic. It’s my favorite fic of all time and I could only find it on ff.net. It’s Elrond-centric and has some good whump in it.

[sotwk]

Hey there! I’ve been wanting to make a fic request for quite a few days, but I’m fairly new to the platform so I had to figure what exactly an “ask box” was 😅

First off, I wanted to say that you write excellently (I’ve explored some of your Fanfic masterlist, and I’m already rereading the coronation oneshot for Thranduil), and I got so excited when I saw that Elrond/Celebrian was the one canon ship you wrote for!

So I wanted to request something about them, preferably their reunion in the Undying Lands because poor Elrond has had it so bad - first his wife, then Arwen chooses mortality and also the uncertainty of the twins. I was thinking probably Hurt/Comfort and Mild Angst for genres. Other than that, feel free to take any creative liberties you want to.

If you can’t fulfill this request for whatever reason, that’s totally fine! I think I’ve included everything. Thanks!

Hello Twilight! WELCOME TO TUMBLR! (I'm a month shy of my 1-year anniversary, so I almost feel like a poser with my welcome wagon, but oh well! XD)

So happy to have you join us, and I hope you're connecting nicely with other Tolkienites here. Considering you've gone ahead and figured out how to make a fic request through Ask Box, I can tell you're a fantastic addition to our community. Way to go!! <3 I am so honored you found my little Masterlist and liked what I have to offer. There are many, many talented writers in our orbit with massive fic portfolios; we feast on Tolkien fics here!

Anyway, the basic rule of my Fic Requests is, if it's a genre/ship that I do and you can patiently wait for it, I am happy to write it for you!

You are my first Celerond request--whoo-hoo! SUCH an underrated ship of a beautifully romantic yet tragic couple. It might seem a little weird that they're the only canon x canon pairing I accept, but I try to to limit requests to Readers Inserts so I can focus the rest of my energies on my own AU/OC projects. However, I love Elrond and I have a soft spot for underdeveloped characters (as evidenced by my Thranduil obsession), and Celebrian is one of those! She must truly be wonderful to have won the heart of the Lord of Imladris.

I think the Elrond x Celebrian reunion has been written by a few other writers around here--I could have sworn I spotted one a few months back, but sadly I didn't have the time to read it then, and wasn't able to reblog/bookmark it either! D'oh! Just letting you know in case you want to go on a hunt while waiting for me to deliver on your request. :) Plenty of lovely content out there to entertain you!

Thank you again for dropping me such a nice note! I'm excited to work on your request and be Mutuals with you! <3