#Elrond fluff

[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! ❤️

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[feyhunter78]

Hi, I do kind of have an idea for some Elrond fluff.

It’s basically the song “put your head on my shoulder” by Paul Anka turned into a fic.

I just want to slow dance with Elrond honestly 💕

I adore this idea !!! Here is it short and sweet with some of the lyrics woven in. I definitely listened to the song on repeat while writing this, and I recommend everyone do that, it adds to the experience!!

Put Your Head On My Shoulder

The rings had been completed, elvenkind was saved, and you were waiting for Elrond’s arrival. You smoothed down your gown, watching as the musicians struck up another waltz. You’d been waiting for another chance to dance with Elrond, last time you’d been rudely interrupted by a tongue-tied elf lord who decided Elrond was the only person who could help him express his feelings to his betrothed.

The tune slowly turned to one you were fond of, a slow harmony of strings, woodwinds, and gentle percussion.

“Lady y/n, my apologies for the wait.” Elrond took your hand in his and pressed it to his lips, looking flustered, and undeniably handsome.

“No apology necessary, if you will ask me to dance?”

His smile is more radiant than the sun, and he leads you to the floor, hands settling in the proper positions as you began to join the waltz.

“I swear to you, no one will tear me away from you this night.” He said as he dipped you.

Once you were pulled back to his chest, you smiled. “I will hold you to that.”

You both followed the other couples, stepping, swaying, spinning, until the music slowed, and Elrond’s eyes lit up with mischief. “Do I dare ask why you look so entertained?”

“I bribed the musicians to play this song for you.”

Your heart fluttered as the opening notes to your favorite song filled the night air. “You remembered?”

Elrond pulled you nearly flush against him, and you rested your head on his shoulder. His hand on your upper back kept you close as you swayed. “Of course, this song was playing when we first met.”

“It was at an event quite like this one, if I remember correctly.” You said, pressing a chaste but fond kiss to his neck.

“It was. I was a young elf, stumbling after Galadriel because she was my only friend, and you were there—”

“Late, my brother made us arrive late.” You added, giggling when he kissed your temple.

“Yes, late, but as beautiful as mithril, and I knew I would be a fool to ask you to dance.”

“Well, then we must thank the Valar that you are a fool.”

“I did rush to you quite quickly, but you were very kind about it.”

“I thought you were brave, and handsome.” You reassured him. "I despise playing games."

“And then you kissed me goodnight, a brush of your lips against my cheek that I could still feel as I laid in my bed.”

You buried your face in the crook of his neck. “You always say what I wish to hear.”

Elrond, chuckled. “It is a gift.”

You both fell into comfortable silence, enjoying the dance.

“Thank you, this was very sweet.” You whispered, basking in the warmth of his body.

“Anything for my starlight.” He whispered back, before he gently lifted your head, and pressed his lips to yours.

Elrond’s kisses always took your breath away, but here, under the stars, your favorite song playing, it felt like a dream. Oh, how glad you were that he loved you, too.

Tag list: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @elronds-pointy-ears, @thesolarangel, @elrondscalaquendi, @dilf-superiority

[mismaeve]

Weave me a Lullaby

↳ Weave me a Lullaby, Elrond x Reader, a fluffy drabble Based on this imagine by @imagine-all-the-elves Warnings: None

Imagine falling asleep in Elrond's arms, him stroking your hair gently

Darkness was everywhere, slowly yet steadily creeping closer inch by inch. Horrified, you realised there was no escaping it. Soon it would surround you and crash over you like a wave that’s been a hundred years in the making and drown you within mere seconds, forcing you to open your mind to all of your greatest fears.

To live through them, to feel them in your heart and soul until the arrival of your breaking point where you would be compelled to beg for it to end, to plead for death, for there would lie your only hope of ever feeling peace again. Yet make no mistake, it would almost always turn out to be nothing more but a ruse. There would be no relief in death, only more torment and pain, everlasting horror that would go on for all time.

Meleth.

A familiar voice was floating through the thick folds of the growing darkness, a gentle voice whose strength was woven in light and made brighter still by love.

Wake up, meleth.

The voice urged you. You could feel the cold hard fingers of the looming darkness grip your throat, but before they could proceed to squeeze the last of the light from your seemingly trapped soul, a shimmering wave of light broke through the thick veil and chased away the hungering fingers that would have devoured you whole.

At last, almost as if by a force beyond your control or understanding, your eyes opened to find the concerned face of Elrond hovering over you.

“Elrond?” you gasped, feeling lightheaded and out of breath. Your heart was beating rapidly inside your chest, the delicate silken nightclothes clinging to your damp flesh in an uncomfortable manner while a cold drop of sweat trickled down the length of your shivering spine.

“You had a nightmare, my love,” Elrond hummed as his fingers proceeded to brush away a loose strand of hair from your sweat-beaded forehead before gently blowing on it for much needed relief.

His arms wrapped themselves around your frame, pulling you closer to him and the safety and serenity his presence provided. Resting your head on the softness of his chest, you allowed your mind to relax to the soothing beating of his heart while his fingers began stroking your slightly damp hair.

“I don’t understand why I keep suffering from these foul dreams,” you whispered quietly against the skin on his chest.

“Perhaps you worry too much, meleth. What did you see?” Elrond asked before pressing his lips to your throbbing temple.

You wanted to tell him that there hadn’t been much to see, only a black nothing that had no beginning and no end. What had terrified you the most had been the feeling it had given you, a sense of impending doom and torment. A vision of the kind of pain that would last for eternity.

“I saw what I imagine hopelessness to be like. A dark pit where everything withers and ceases to exist,” you couldn’t help but shiver at the vivid memory of your nightly terror.

There was a brief silence between you while Elrond considered your words. Only the faint whispers of the wind could be heard in the rustling of the leaves outside your chamber windows. The night was wearing on, taking care as to not wake the sleeping world and disturb their peaceful slumber.

“Is it guilt that bothers you?” Elrond asked quietly after a while.

“What do you mean?” you furrowed your brow.

“I could be wrong, but maybe you find yourself to be truly happy at last, and therefore are frightened that it will not last? Do you feel guilty for living a blissful life when all around you there is so much suffering and pain?” he explained patiently in that tempered and gentle tone you had come to admire so dearly.

You took a moment to weigh his words, filled to the brim with impeccable reasoning and logic, yet again making you wonder if perhaps he also possessed the gift of insight. How could you not marvel at the endless wisdom he carried in him; tender words of counsel meant to ease your growing worry.

“You’re making me sound like you,” you teased and felt his chest rumble softly with a faint chuckle.

“Would that be such a tragedy, meleth?” Elrond mused lightly, his fingers still moving through your hair in a tireless and effortless manner. Every gentle stroke pulling you further away from the darkness of your nightmares and into the light of his love.

“I would consider it a blessing,” you murmured and moved to nuzzle your face against the crook of his neck, and closed your eyes, relieved that she shadows of the darkness had fully retreated at last. Elrond planted a loving kiss to your temple before resting his head atop yours.

“Sleep now, the light of my life. I shall watch over you,” he whispered softly.

Words had retired for the night, and your shared chamber had once again grown silent and still, except for the steady and gentle moving of his hand that continued to stroke your hair and brush away all that was left of worry and fear. With each falling stroke, you drifted closer and closer to peaceful sleep until the world faded away entirely, wrapped in a featherlight shawl of light and warmth and filled with dreams of never-ending bliss. Only the soothing and measured manner in which his fingers trickled through your hair remained, a delicately woven lullaby.

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[eunoiaastralwings]

featuring elrond x reader

fandom tolkien- the lotr - modern au 👀

a/n for @middleearthsweetheart​​ thank you @i-did-not-mean-to for helping me — I suck at au

There was cold sweat running over your forehead.

You were shaking— something was chasing you then suddenly you were falling.

There were sudden flashes— faces with lifeless eyes that belonged to (your) every one you loved.

You cried and sobbed until your throat ran dry— you sounded hoarse.

A rush of tears fell down your cheeks.

“Y/N!”

You heard something call you desperately.

Someone's warm body over you— it was comforting.

“Y/N!”

You heard again and your eyes flew open.

You gasped for air— a wheezy sound leaving your chest.

A glass of water was brought to your dry lips.

You chugged it down desperately.

Then only you looked up to see the beautiful man next to you.

“Elrond.”

You smiled weakly at your friend.

“I woke you again— I am very sorry” you said.

“Don't be, Y/N — I was worried for you” he replied.

His hands brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

Your heart fluttered at the gesture.

Many a times Elrond had either held your hand in comfort— whenever you were scared or at unease — other times he unknowingly played with your hair.

It has become something he enjoyed— absentmindedly taking your hair into his hands and rolling it when he was reading or studying beside.

it was a comforting gesture— but your heart raced and face flushed each time.

He’s your friend— you reminded yourself.

It was an act of kindness to comfort you from the nightmares— he didn’t mean anything more.

The rather dashing young business partner of your parents— you couldn’t be involved with him.

But you weren’t sure if your parents— Celeborn and Galadriel being the best figures in family and business were against it.

But some parts of it did feel wrong.

“Thank you for—”

Not entirely sure what to say— you gestured at ‘everything’.

Elrond chuckled and smiled softly at you.

“No worries, Y/N— I want you safe in my home. Get some rest” he said.

Quickly, you grabbed his arm and he frowned at you— but it wasn’t judgmental, more like a silent everything alright?

“Stay with me?— For a little bit?”

You sounded weak and desperate— Elrond couldn’t find it in himself to reject it even if he wanted to.

He nodded and placed himself comfortably beside you as you laid to sleep again.

When you woke up in the morning your head was laid comfortably on something hard but soft.

Yous snuggled closer to the warmth until you heard a chuckle and felt the rumbling underneath you.

You sat up on your elbows with a gasp.

His brown eyes looked into your eyes— laughter sparkled with them.

“You used me as a pillow.”

“— Sorry!”

You responded quickly and made him laugh again.

When you woke up in the morning your head was laid comfortably on something hard but soft. 

You smuggled closer to the warmth until you heard a chuckle and felt the rumbling underneath you.

You sat up on your elbows with a gasp.

His brown eyes looked into your eyes— laughter sparkled with them.

“You used me as a pillow.”

“— Sorry!”

You responded quickly and made him laugh again.

Then Elrond did something you never thought he would— he pulled you back down and cuddled you tightly.

You gasped and stiffened.

“The day doesn't have to begin just yet— let me hold you like this—I have dreamed of holding you like this for many times.”

Saying you were shocked at the confession doesn’t begin to describe how you felt.

“What?”

You asked with a gulp.

“I thought you would known by now already— I tried to make it desperately obvious for you— but you had convinced yourself you couldn’t loved. Am sorry, Y/N, I was getting impatient.”

Without knowing what to say and you snuggled closer to him— breaking away the stiffness in your body.

“I love you— am in love with you.” 

You said after a few minutes.

“finally— am in love you too!”

he said and leaned how to pull your lips into a chaste kiss. 

After that you and Elrond started the day— even though he wasn't too happy to rather preferring to stay in bed with you.

You made the bed with him and made breakfast— he sent the cooks out to share the morning with you making and eating food together.

It felt perfect— you would cry forever thinking it was a dream.

But when Elrond hugged you from being and kissed your deeply— you knew it wasn't— your hopes and dreams were finally coming through to keep out the nightmares.

[shirefantasies]

I'm doing pretty good! Ty for asking

I wanted to request Lindir (and anyone else you might want to do) with a reader that loves playing with/braiding his hair? A very simple request but I find it adorable

That does sound quite sweet 😌 I decided to do this with all the major elves because we love elf fluff in this house 💖

Elves + Braiding

Lindir

✧ He is surprised the first time you idly take strands of his long brown hair in your hands, giving a look of polite surprise as he awaits your next action.

✧ Then you pull back the sides of his hair, braiding them at the back of his head, and he would be lying if he said it felt anything but satisfying, both having his face freed from the strands and also your hands delicately working their magic upon his hair.

✧ Too shy to request it, Lindir simply sits by your side, hoping the whim takes you again. Perhaps he will practice a song, sitting at his harp or holding a smaller instrument and feeling the small smile creep onto his lips when your fingers comb through his hair again.

✧ When he catches you in a moment of stress his subconscious works faster than his mind; without thinking he’s running hands through your hair, sliding the cool skin soothingly over your scalp.

✧ He turns red each time, but Lindir’s absolute favorite is when you rest your gorgeous head upon his shoulder. Gently he strokes your hair before ever-so-slightly resting his head atop yours.

Thranduil

✧ Fixes you with a look of surprise when you subconsciously reach for his long golden locks, but after removing a leaf from them your fingers twirl the ends of his tresses and he smiles fondly.

✧ Shakes his head a bit at you as you play with his hair, weaving new strands together. The loops you make may not be as intricate as others he has seen, but they are sturdy.

✧ From then on Thranduil dubs you talented, encouraging you to try more techniques, be they braiding or weaving. At first you can hardly help questioning if he sees your intent…

✧ …before you realize he is the only one you’re allowed to practice on. He is calling on you, plain and simple.

✧ You try to keep this out of your head, but the way the back of his hand traces your cheekbones as he sits you down makes that harder and harder…

Arwen

✧ You relax her in a way few else do, the ease you bring leading her to seek you out again and again.

✧ She knows how you enjoy what you do and she wants to pay it back, too. “Come, let us make our braids!” And just like that, your habit has become ours.

✧ She loves the feel of your hair, asking permission of course the first few times she touches it, but soon it seems even when you’re just sitting together someone is caressing the other’s hair.

✧ Sometimes when you’re feeling especially merry, you’ll playfully swat her with her own little ponytails. It always gets one of those rare laughs out of her.

✧ Cue Arwen wrapping her arms around your shoulders, forcing you to drop her hair as she grapples you (lovingly).

Elrond

✧ His eyes track yours one day, catching the way they follow the silky length of his hair. One day you venture sweeping some off his shoulder, growing bolder at Elrond’s soft smile.

✧ Your hands shake at first, but he nods and smiles reassuringly as you begin your weaving work. His hair is smooth, needing little to nothing, so instead you craft a kind of crown for him braided about his head.

✧ You tell him as much as you reveal your work, shocked at the way his expression has melted into something far, far softer.

✧ “Allow me to return the favor,” he says, hands sliding temptingly over your shoulders as he rotates you- and who are you to say no?

✧ “Though I do not deserve a crown,” you remind him. “You do not see things as I do, then.”

Legolas

✧ You’d never touch his hair without asking, unsure how Legolas would react until you shyly offer to braid it freshly back for him.

✧ He agrees with one of the smiles that has your heart leaping, encouraging you with a gentle nod as you take a seat behind him and begin your work. From the moments your hands brush his back, you can feel Legolas relaxing as you weave his golden hair.

✧ From then on he goes to you when he wants it fixed, teasingly asking if you might like to braid his hair again.

✧ It’s probably one of the most romantic things to happen to you the day Legolas sits you down, saying it’s his turn to take care of your hair.

✧ You two both end up in this sort of symbiosis of doing each other’s hair, barely ever touching your own.

Haldir

✧ Starts a bit the first time your hands comb his hair, but the butterflies he’s feeling may become evident in the way Haldir’s eyes fix you.

✧ You can feel him lean into your touch, the gentle motion of your fingers soothing him. Rare are the moments in which Haldir gives in to simple breath, release of all the burdens that he holds, and yet it is clear he craves it.

✧ "Why," he asks as you release his locks, letting them flow down his shoulders, "are you doing this?" "Do you really not know?" You simply ask back, caresses moving from the base of his neck to the sides of his face as you turn him your way.

✧ Your habit leads to the first of many kisses shared with Haldir, often stolen beneath the swaying branches of some faraway tree.

✧ Playing with your hair is not his habit, but running his hands wildly through it as your lips embrace is.

Galadriel

✧Amusement dances in her blue eyes as you reach up and comb her golden waves through your hands.

✧ “I’m sorry,” you sheepishly apologize, “may I?” “Of course,” she answers simply and gives a little nod as you step closer again.

✧ Galadriel turns to fix her enchanting gaze upon you as you work, smile too knowing not to bring warmth to your face and a shake to your fingers.

✧ Since that day, she combs her fingers through your hair as she passes by you, her fingers sometimes trailing down to the side of your cheek.

✧ You can feel her eyes upon you as far as her watch can reach, simultaneously bringing safe warmth shining through your chest and a shiver down your spine.

[tinfairies]

Elrond and Thranduil with a hobbit reader, like maybe she's bilbo's sister in the events of the hobbit or Frodo's sister in lord of the rings and them having a huge size kink because like she's so small and naïve to the ways of the world she's never been outside of the shire, just...let them shelter (*cough* corrupt *cough*) her

Elrond

When the Dwarves arrived in Rivendell seeking information and supplies, the Lady hobbit caught his eye. Bilbo's sister was such a sweetheart at the table. Her manners are perfect and the way she looks at him has Elrond seeking to catch his breath.

During the dwarves short stay, he makes it a point to spend as much time with the Lady hobbit as possible. Walking with her through the gardens, showing her the vast library, watching her face light up in wonder as he showed her around.

Finding excuses to have her sit in his lap, or to pick her up. His large hands engulfing her body, he has to stop himself from groping her.

Elrond just wants to keep her all to himself. Telling her that she is free to stay behind. If she agrees he is over the moon although won't show it much. If she says no however, he says that his door is always open to her and that she should come and visit after her adventure.

Thranduil

When the dwarves were imprisoned, Bilbo's sister was taken with them.

Legolas and Tauriel didn't know what to do with her. She wasn't a dwarf and definitely not a human nor elf.

When she was presented to Thranduil he knew exactly what she was. A hobbit.

The king had only heard of them, and seen drawings. But he was sure of what she was.

He liked the way she looked up at him, big doe eyes full of fire. He sent everyone out of the throne room to question her.

Thranduil circled her like a hawk. Asking questions about why she was with filthy Dwarves. Noting that she was a long way from home.

He wanted to keep her as a pet, have her curled up in his chambers at all hours of the day, even sitting in his lap on the throne.

He'd offer her a deal, her freedom for the dwarves freedom. His lips curling into a devilish smile when she naively agrees

[the-wandering-wonder]

By The River

I was rewatching Lord of the Rings, and oof. I now remember why I swooned over Orlando Bloom so much as a teenager...

Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Word Count: 1,334

Rating: T (angst)

Chapter: 1/1

Summary: You've grown quite fond of Legolas, but when he disappears without so much as a word, your world is turned upside down.

You walk slowly towards the river Bruinen, occasionally glancing up at the clear night sky. A handful of trees litter the path of the river, marking where the beauty of Rivendell merges with the beauty of the forest. You take in a deep breath as you approach a particular beech tree, one that was slowly becoming your favourite.

You smile to yourself as you hear the feet landing behind you, slowing for just a moment as you see the familiar blond elf falling into step alongside you.

“It’s a beautiful night.” Legolas breaks the silence.

You merely hum in agreement, glancing at him with a soft smile, one that he returns.

You couldn’t quite remember how long you two had shared this routine, but he was always there, every night, ready to join you in your walks along the edge of the forest. Most nights you spoke, joking and laughing, but some nights, you enjoyed the simple silence, interrupted only by animals in the distance or the whistling of the wind. Truth be told (but never to Legolas himself) he was the reason you enjoyed your walk so much.

You eventually find yourself paused at the riverbank, looking down at the moonlight reflecting along the rippling waters. A breeze whips around you and you shiver, exhaling softly as you wrap your arms around yourself. You feel a warm presence behind you as Legolas moves to wrap his cloak around your shoulders, his hands resting on your upper arms. Without thought, you lean back into his touch, letting his warmth wash over you.

“Beautiful.” He murmurs.

You tilt your head to glance back at him, finding him gazing down at you, blue eyes sparkling in the moonlight. His hand comes up slowly, resting along the hollow of your throat, his thumb and forefinger pressing up against your jaw, lifting your face to meet his. He dips his head down, tentatively brushing his lips over yours before pulling back and letting his hand return to its place on your arm. Your lips part slightly, but no words come, so you give him a soft smile instead, letting your head fall back to rest against his shoulder as your gaze returns to the waters of the river Bruinen.

~~~~~~~~

The next day, you find yourself busy, running small errands for the council. But Legolas remains in the back of your mind, his soft kiss replaying over and over. Once night falls, you grab your cloak and slip out for your nightly walk. You quickly make your way to the beech tree, pausing for a moment. When all you hear is the rustling of the water and chirping of birds, you glance around.

“Legolas?” You call out, looking up at the branches.

Your heart begins to race as your elven senses pick up no sign of him. 

“Legolas?” You call out again, silently hoping that he had somehow lost track of time.

No answer comes and you feel your breath run short, catching in your throat as your pulse pounds in your ears. You force down a deep breath before turning to run back into the walls of the city. You make your way to the council room, steadying yourself before approaching Elrond, who greets you with a nod of his head before returning to the map he was studying.

“Lord Elrond,” you begin, bowing your head slightly, “have you seen Legolas?”

“He is gone,” the elf responds, “A messenger came from Mirkwood this morning, and he left.”

You feel your heart sink to your stomach as tears prick the corners of your eyes. Your jaw drops slightly as you turn away from Elrond, clenching your fists by your sides.

“This troubles you?”

“I was just-” You pause, unsure of how to explain yourself to the high elf. “I did not know he was leaving.”

“Do not worry for him,” Elrond says, turning to look at you fully, “he will return in time.”

~~~~~~~~

You try to follow Elrond’s advice, busying yourself with whatever you can find and forcing yourself to focus on anything but the thoughts of Legolas. But days soon turn into weeks, then into months. And the Sindar elf does not return. You eat out of habit, on the days that you remember, and hardly ever venture out of the walls of Rivendell. Some days your heart aches as it did when Legolas first left, other days it feels cold and numb.

One day, Elrond, who had kept a distant eye on you as you grieved, approaches you.

“You should take a walk,” he says softly, “the air would do you good, as would the sun.”

“The river reminds me of him,” you admit.

“An unpleasant memory?”

“No, not at all. I just…I miss him.”

You stare at Elrond with glassy eyes, tears threatening to fall. He lets out a small sigh as he places his hand on your shoulder.

“Then go to the river, sit with the memories.”

Elrond gives your shoulder a soft squeeze before turning to walk away. You watch him disappear around the corner before turning your attention to the waterfalls scattered around the city, listening to the sounds of rushing water. You slowly walk through the city, heading towards the waters of the river.

You eventually approach your tree, reaching out to run a hand along the bark as you look down at the flowing water. In the light of the noonday sun, the colour almost matches Legolas’ eyes. A tear slides down your cheek as you turn to lean against the beech, sliding down to the ground and bringing your knees to your chest. Your eyes close as you lean your head back against the tree, losing yourself and letting time fly by.

You hear footsteps in the soft grass and you leap to your feet, turning to face the approaching figure. The sun glints off golden hair and your jaw drops momentarily before you close your eyes, deciding that your eyes are playing a cruel trick.

“No.” You say softly.

You slowly open your eyes, taking in the figure that now stands before you. Piercing eyes stare at you as golden locks flutter in the soft breeze. Legolas…

“I thought you’d left,” you murmur, “never to return.”

“You truly think I would do that?” Legolas tilts his head slightly, striding forward to stand in front of you.

“I didn’t know what to think,” you reply slowly, “you were just…gone. You never even said goodbye.”

“I tried to find you,” the blond elf murmurs, “but I couldn’t. And it was urgent that I return to Mirkwood.”

You take a step back and swallow as you stare at the river again, fingertips digging into the bark of the tree as it presses into your back. Finally bringing your gaze up to meet his, you see pale blue filled with concern and… was that hurt?

“I would never abandon you.” 

Legolas’ voice comes out as little more than a whisper as he moves in closer, bringing up a hand to caress the line of your jaw, catching a fresh tear with his thumb. You lean into his touch, closing your eyes as you feel his free hand resting ever-so-lightly on your hip. 

“ Melethril…”

Your eyes flutter open as you feel Legolas’ warm breath dancing across your lips, his own within inches. Your hands find purchase on his cloak as his body envelopes yours, your lips finally meeting in a soft kiss. You lean into him as his grip tightens on you, holding you close as your lips mold together. Your lungs begin to ache, but your desire for Legolas pushes all other thoughts back as you cling to him.

Legolas finally breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours as you both take in a breath. He tilts his head back to look into your eyes, the intensity of his gaze filling you with warmth. He speaks in a low tone, slowly and assuredly.

“I will always come back to you…”

[doodle-pops]

Love Languages | Imladris

A/N: You can find the others over here: Feanorians | Gondolin

◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑ ` Elrond

• 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Elrond stands out as one of the most supportive individuals in all of Middle Earth, possessing a remarkable ability to lavish you with praise and compliments, capable of brightening even your darkest moments. Whether you're grappling with insecurity, depression, or simply overwhelmed by stress and sadness, Elrond possesses an uncanny knack for choosing the perfect words to convey his emotions and bring comfort and joy into your life. Despite the tumultuous events he has endured, he remains a true inspiration, driven by a fervent desire to prevent you from suffering as he once did. With unwavering determination, he will go to great lengths to bring smiles and laughter to your world.

• 𝐐𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞: As a busy elf responsible for the administration of Imladris, a role akin to that of a grandparent to all, Elrond is keenly aware of the precious moments that can be lost in the demands of his responsibilities. Consequently, he strives to carve out time amidst his packed schedule to be with you. Whether it's a shared breakfast, a leisurely lunch, a quiet walk, or simply snuggling together, he exerts his utmost effort to ensure your time together is well-spent. On occasion, he may even dedicate an entire day solely for the purpose of being in your company.

• 𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭–𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠: As the esteemed Lord of Imladris, Elrond has an abundance of resources at his disposal, and he is more than willing to indulge your desires. Initially, he may not have comprehended the significance of showering a beloved with extravagant or numerous gifts. However, with your presence in his life, he has developed an irresistible urge to provide you with everything and anything you desire, as long as it brings you happiness. Witnessing the satisfaction and delight that lights up your face when he presents you with a new item is a source of immense joy for him, and he is committed to maintaining this gesture of love and affection.

◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑ ` Erestor

• 𝐏𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Erestor, though often reserved and seemingly distant, harbours a deep affection for physical touch, especially when initiated by you. He may appear a tad gruff or out of touch with physical intimacy, but once you draw him into a hug or share a kiss, his heart warms to the gesture. In this regard, he typically defers to you to take the lead in initiating any form of physical closeness. However, there are moments when his mood swings unexpectedly, prompting him to seek your presence and casually drape himself over you when you're in private. He harbours a strong aversion to the thought of someone intruding on your intimate moments, which is why he prefers them to be private.

• 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Erestor's scholarly and advisory background has endowed him with an impressive command of language. His vocabulary is rich, and he strives to employ the most eloquent words when describing your beauty or personality. As a meticulous and directive individual, uplifting your spirits is a profound duty for him. He recognizes that his words can be straightforward, and when he senses you're in a foul mood, he tends to be especially cautious with his choice of words, often opting for physical touch instead. However, on occasions when he indulges in a bit too much wine, he can become quite eloquent and flowery in his expressions, much to your delight.

• 𝐐𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞: Erestor finds great joy in spending quality time with you, particularly in serene moments where you both relax together. He cherishes the times you lie side by side on the balcony or lounge on comfortable sofas, engrossed in reading. More often than not, he takes the initiative to read to you, his soothing voice creating a tranquil atmosphere that enhances the experience. These moments, where you are entwined in each other's arms with his soothing narration in the background, are the ones he treasures most in your relationship.

◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑ ` Elrohir

• 𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭–𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠: Elrohir shares many traits with his parents, particularly his father, and he's exceptionally attentive to your preferences. During your cherished moments together, he listens carefully to everything you mention, creating a mental catalogue of your desires. A week later, you'll often find thoughtful gifts waiting on your doorstep, and he'll greet you with a small, contented smile and a slight dip of his head when he sees your happiness. His gifts are meaningful and simple, never extravagant or ostentatious, reflecting the depth of his feelings for you.

• 𝐏𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Every moment spent with Elrohir is a treasure, and while he may not be as touchy-feely as his brother or mother, he finds great comfort in physical closeness. Simple gestures like holding your hand, brushing his knuckles against your cheek, or tenderly kissing the back of your hand are his way of showing affection. He's a romantic at heart, and his actions reflect this aspect of his personality. He's not one for overt public displays of affection (PDA) and prefers to save heavy kisses and cuddling for private moments behind closed doors. You might be pleasantly surprised by the passionate intensity of his touch when you're alone – longer, more heated kisses, sneakily affectionate pinches and touches, and a tendency to cling to you.

• 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Similar to his father in this regard, Elrohir has a natural way with words. A gentle smile and a few whispered words of love and praise have the power to melt your heart. His words are like a warm, spring sunshine that brightens your aura, making you feel lighter and elated by his expressions of love and compliments. He has a poetic and flowery way with words, and his charisma shines through when he speaks. The sight of his one-sided dimpled smile after he's poured his heart out to you is a sight to behold.

◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑ ` Elladan

• 𝐏𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Elladan is exuberant and unabashed in expressing his love physically. He revels in showering you with affection, from sweet hand-holding to passionate kisses that occasionally earn him a scolding from his father. In private, he becomes an endearing, needy puppy who can't seem to get enough of your touch. He longs to be wrapped up in your embrace, cuddling with you for hours on end. You both enjoy evenings on the balcony, overlooking the valley, intertwined together, savouring those precious moments.

• 𝐐𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞: Elladan possesses a spontaneous spirit and a yearning for adventure that sets him apart from his brother. He often embarks on orc-hunting expeditions, but when he returns home, he is eager to spend every possible moment with you. Whether you're an outdoor enthusiast or prefer indoor activities, he adapts to your preferences without hesitation. His primary goal is to be near you and witness your smile, leading him to plan a variety of activities to ensure you both have a great time. Even if it involves cosying up by the fireplace and reading to each other, Elladan is more than willing to oblige.

• 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Traveling Middle Earth with his brother, Elladan learns and enthusiastically experiments with various phrases used to express love. These phrases often blend elven and mortal languages, and they can range from charming to surprising to downright flabbergasting. While he may not always grasp the full depth of their hidden meanings, his intentions are rooted in love. His compliments are a delightful blend of sweetness, cheesiness, and warmth, guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.

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[intoxicated-chan]

Hey hun saw your requests for the hobbit was open, can I request elrond? Now obviously reader is insecure cause elrond a fair bit older than her/him, and doesn't want elrond to see them as naive. Also the whole elves only love once drives a hard wedge. Do as you please let those creative juices flow like no tomorrow, have a great week hun❤️

𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤? 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐞?

Summary ➳ Ever since you learned how Elves truly ages, thoughts have been plaguing your mind, luckily Elrond is there to ease your thoughts.

(A/n) ➳ You have a wonderful week too! Thanks for requesting, if there is anything incorrect then please don’t be afraid to correct me. Thanks for reading!

Word Count ➳ 770

Content Warnings ➳ Gender Neutral Reader, OOC Elrond, miscommunication? Insecurities, angst-to-fluff, pet names (Meleth nîn), mentions of the afterlife…

Arewn sat across from you, your eyes glued to the book you’d been studying for the past three weeks. You had asked her for a favor and she happily agreed without listening, she was very patient with you and didn’t question why you wanted to learn Elvish but she knew. It just made her happy you and her father were getting closer and closer. She hadn’t seen him happy for quite some time.

“What is the Elvish word for trust?” She asked, watching you closely as you tapped your finger on the wooden table and flipped through the pages. “It starts with an E.” She gave you a hint after a couple of moments of silence.

“E… E… Estel!” You spoke proudly, only for her to shake her head and laugh lightly. “It’s not?”

“No, it’s Estellio.” You huffed and closed the book, running your fingers through your hair in frustration. “You’ve been studying non-stop. I can see the dark circles that form under your eyes, I hear you through the halls. What’s wrong?”

You fumbled over your words, your eyes wandering around the room, and forming noncoherent sentences. Her hands come to clasp your hands together. “You know you can tell me anything? If you are having any troubles then you know I can take care of it.” She said rather sternly which was unusual for Arwen.

“It’s not like that.” You quickly corrected which made her relax. “I… I’m just worried about what Elrond thinks of me.”

“Why? Did something happen-” She froze for a moment. “You know he loves you. I know it. It may not be my place to say it but I know it’s true. But if you are thinking of this, please, talk to him. I know he will put your mind at ease.” She smiled.

Before you could say anything else in paranoia, she snatched the book from your reach and shoo’ed you off. You walked out of the library and slowly walked to your shared bedroom. A walk that usually took you no less than a few minutes to nearly a half hour.

You were trying to put the conversation to the side but remembered how smart Elrond was, then the next ten minutes were trying to find ways to bring it up with him. And with a deep breath, you entered the bedroom and saw him standing on the balcony of the room.

“M-Meleth nîn?” You whispered, your voice wavering slightly.

He turned to face you with a wide smile. “Your Elvish is getting better.” He walked towards you, wrapping his arms around you, and placed a kiss on your forehead. “We should celebrate, what do you think?”

“...Can we talk?” The seriousness in your voice was enough to startle him, but he collected himself and nodded. “Look, I need you to just listen until I finish, please?”

“Of course.”

“I know that Elves are immortal, and you lived so many more lives than me, more than I can count. And I’ve seen how proud you are of yourself, how everyone speaks so highly of you. It just makes me think that I’ll only be a memory.”

His hands come to your shoulder, tightly. “Is this how you feel?”

“I know I should’ve come to you immediately but I was scared.” You sobbed when he pulled you into a tight hug. “I’m sorry.” You cried into his chest.

“Do not apologize, as someone who is supposed to be fairest and wisest, I let this go right past me. I should’ve known how this would affect you. Please, tell me anything, everything. I don’t want you to ever be afraid to speak your mind.”

“I know you love me, Elrond. But I’m just so scared of the future. For you. I don’t want you to see me as not as smart as you because of our differences.”

“My love for you is not desire or infatuation, and it will never be one-sided. You have done so much for me, and I would never deem you to be a memory if you were gone. I admire you so much, I am proud of you. Not everyone can master Elvish and even attempting is difficult. Please, do not let your worries affect how you feel. Come to me and we’ll talk.”

You closed your eyes and nodded, letting out a cracked okay under your breath. You held him close, tight, but no longer afraid or scared. You felt relaxed in his arms.

“I love you Elrond.”

“I love you too, (Y/n). Even in the afterlife, I’ll find you and continue to love you.”

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[thesolarangel]

Hiii again!

Ohh beauty that's totally okay I just said it because it was something that passed through my mind but I totally understand 🥰🥰 for the other part well.. If I want to specify maybe I'll say something like "Elrond as your boyfriend" maybe when he asks you if you want to become the said girlfriend? Or just what he would be like when flirting you know?

Idk I just feel he'll be so shy and blushes so much that I'm already melting ❤️ but honestly it's very late where I live so Idk if the idea is a good one 😭😂 So as I really love your writing feel free to do this or whatever comes to your mind with this pretty boy, I'll be here to read it anyway!

Hope all of this was not stupid and not helping 😭

Have a good night dear ❤️

Thank you so much for the lovely ask, my friend! ❤️ I hope this is to your liking:

Tags: mentions of alcohol

Elrond and reader are dating, Elrond is a bit shy, he’s inexperienced and blushes easily. The two of them haven’t said “I love you” to each other yet…

Elrond seemed a little distracted this evening. He dodged your looks and was fiddling with the hem of his sleeve the entire time you were walking to this supposedly secret dinner date, he had invited you to, just the two of you at a secluded place he wouldn’t tell you.

After a few minutes you had arrived at a small picnic Elrond had prepared and it looked very cozy and inviting.

You made yourself comfortable, but it seemed like something was bothering Elrond, he was glancing over to you, so you put down the bread you were going to eat and looked at him questioningly.

“What’s on your mind, Elrond?” you asked carefully.

“I would like to ask you something…”

“Yes?” you encouraged him without pressuring him too much, but now you were really intrigued.

His eyes met yours. “Will you be my partner?” It came out as a whisper and now he was really blushing.

“Oh! I thought I already am!” You were confused… you had been dating for a few months now. Surely he must’ve known that you were together at this point…

“Well, I wanted to make it official…” he was staring down at his hands again, too shy to look you in the eyes.

Now it hit you and you realized: This was something really special he had planned for you, you looked around at the gleaming lanterns, the wine and food he had set up and the place he had picked out.. It was truly romantic.

You took his hands in yours and looked up at him, smiling softly. “I’m yours, Elrond.”

His face lit up immediately and he almost knocked you over with the force of his hug, you yelped and then you were both laughing with excitement and happiness.

He held you tightly for a moment and then gazed at you fondly. His cheeks were slightly flushed and his bright blue eyes were glowing, your heart was pounding in your chest.

“I love you so much.” you blurted out.

He smiled from ear to ear “I love you, melissë… Can I call you that?”

“Of course.” you answered and pulled him into a deep kiss.

________

(I’m not very happy with the word “partner” here… but it’s the only gender neutral alternative for boyfriend/girlfriend I could come up with…)

Maybe I’ll write the “Will you marry me?” someday, too!

Headcanon 4 of 4, yay!

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[fantasyworld4ever]

I would like to uno reverse and ask how the elves (yep, all the LOTR/hobbit elves you write for) would react to their s/o keeping them warm, whether it be with a blanket, an extra cloak, or even magically radiating warmth.

LOTR/THE HOBBIT ELVES REACTING TO THEIR S/O WHO GIVE THEM THEIR COAT/BLANKET WHEN ITS COLD.

Elrond

Istg this poor guy will survive the cold for you

You don’t realize it’s cold but when you look over at Elrond he’s quite literally shivering from cold

You quickly deduce that the poor ellon has stayed out simply because you were

You chuckle fondly, finding it sweet as you drape a coat/blanket over him and he blinks at you in surprise

He tries to protest but you glare at him and he shuts up

Thranduil

No, just no. 

This man will refuse to take your coat

Anyway, he wouldn't even be out in the cold

If he finds it cold, there is no way he’s letting you go out

Legolas

Dude does not get cold

Have you seen him running through those snowy places?

Yeah, he's too jumpy to be cold

He will politely reject your coat if you ask though

Lindir

This poor sweet innocent baby 😭

He won’t wait for you to offer it, he’s gonna just grab it then apologize as he wraps himself in it

Literally freezing

He’ll be okay, he snuggles against you for extra warmth

Haldir

Dude patrols borders, he’s used to it

May actually fall asleep standing up in the cold

You just wrap the blanket around him and he’ll stir slightly

Poor bby, he’s so tired

He’ll hold you tight, swaddling you in the blanket too

Glorfindel

He will snatch your blanket quicker than you can say his name

He’ll apologize but he aint sorry at all

He is COLD.

Let him have the damn blanket xD

Feren

Sweet bby

He won’t say anything even if the air is a bit chilly

He’ll do his best to hide it but you soon realize just how cold he is

“Thank you, meleth.” He’ll smile at you as you drape the blanket over his shoulders but insists you both share it

Figwit

“My lady/lord, it’s cold” He’ll comment on the chilliness of the air as you stroll through the garden

No matter how many times you tell him to call you your name he will insist on using your title in public

When you give him your coat he looks surprised and tries to protest but soon gives in, wrapping it around himself

“Thank you, meleth…” He’ll whisper, his ears red

{Thanks for the request and hope it lives up to your expectations! Apologies for the wait. And as always, my inbox is open!}

[leahsflwer]

LOTR pref - Y/N being drunk and flirting with them 🫣🤪

Warnings: Not much Really.. fluff mixed with very light smut :)

LOTR characters x Reader 🌸

Aragorn -

At first he was laughing at you when you started drinking and just let you do you, but when you came over to him and started outlining his jawline he became panicked. As much as he wanted it he wouldn’t try anything while you’re drunk. So off to bed for you, don’t bother trying to say anything else because it will be a simple

“No. You’re drunk doll. Now sleep.”

Legolas -

He felt his fingers begin to tingle from the alcohol he was not used to. Only elvish alcohol was what he could take. But he was still slightly there to notice how drunk you got. You were a runaway elf, so you were used to running to different places and drinking different alcohols none like him. But he became instantly flustered when you sat on his lap and started playing with his hair. He just admired you with a smile and you both eventually passed out.

Boromir -

You never thought of him in a dirty way until that alcohol hit your system. You couldn’t take your eyes off him and it bothered you. But you couldn’t deny how good he looked and it helped you realised that you actually liked him. Making you confident enough to straddle his lap and kiss him. He would be shocked but quickly grin and melt into the kiss. Gradually pulling back and looking into your eyes.

“I’d kiss you again if you weren’t drunk love.”

Faramir -

You had your little pouch of goodies which secretly included little bottle of alcohol. Which due to the terrible state you were in with the war soon to be, you drank it. Faramir noticed you drinking and sat beside you, taking it a having the last amount for himself. But he wasn’t expecting you to grab his chin and make him look at you. You complimented his eyes and he got flustered but just laughed and thanked you for the drink.

“Now we should sleep, we have a long journey ahead of us darling.”

Merry -

He was dancing like a maniac with Pippin and only stopped when he was exhausted, leaning on the wall and closing his eyes as he laughed, trying to bring himself back together. Only to feel hands cupping his cheeks. He got shy when he saw you looking at him. You wanted a kiss and your eyes said it all but Merry knew it was was odd. But he was drunk as well so he also had a side that wanted to.

“Be careful Angel. I might have to ignore my mature thoughts and kiss you if you keep staring at me like that” he chuckles.

Frodo -

He was immediately flustered and confused when you gave him a back hug. Your lips placed a warm, yet soft kiss on his neck. It sent shivers throughout his body. You were only slight taller than him, but he liked that. Turning his head to look at you just shyly smiling, trying to laugh it off like he was all good and not panicking inside.

“H-Hey! It’s a fun.. ah.. party?” Shy king

Pippin -

Pippin already noticed how drunk you got and saw you checking him out as he danced. So right at the end he made the move by pulling you onto the table and kissing you. Merry laughing and everyone else clapping. You were drunk and were the one however to try and continue the kiss after you both got off the table. You grabbed his hand and took him to a private area, but Pippin didn’t care he kissed you until Aragorn showed up and asked you to the get a room. Cringing and ruining the moment making you both laugh.

Sam -

He was so sweet and kind. Not knowing how to feel when you started being all affectionate. He enjoyed it but was confused by it coming from you who was usually stubborn and nothing like that. He just panicked and talked about the first thing that came to his mind. Blushing anytime you got closer to him.

“Ah.. potatoes.. are- what are you! Potatoes I said.. they’re delicious, yes?”

Arwen -

She was just having fun with the group and smiled as you laid your head on her lap, playing with the lace on her dress. She loved how soft you looked in your drunk state. When you gently tugged on her dress and pulled her down to your level, she blushed and was fine until she noticed her father in the area and she shyly backed away and sat back up, shyly giggling.

Lindir -

You were a dwarf-human and he was not expecting you to actually enjoy elvish wine so much. But you did and he just admired you, leaning on the table and laughing at you as he swirled his wine around in his glass. Blushing when he felt your hand on his thigh under the table. Elrond was across the table from him and he would be in a whole lot of trouble if he got caught. He placed his hand on yours to try and stop you from moving at all. He definitely had a red face and was asked if he was alright by other elves.

“Yes. I’m quite alright Lord Elrond.”

[lamemaster]

Matters of Stamina (Glorfindel x Reader)

Pairing: Glofindel x Reader

Genre: fluff

AN: I have human pride, sue me idc :)

"We elves have always been known for our faithfulness. Consider the story of Luthien who defied fate for the sake of Beren," you mused, inwardly struggling to recall the name of the elf seated before you. You were quite certain he had some connection to Anaire, Nolofinwë's wife, but the name eluded your memory no matter how hard you tried.

If only you could remember the name, you would have reminded the elf that even among the elves, there were instances where individuals prioritized their own desires over the happiness of others. Thingol, for instance, had subjected Beren to a daunting quest driven by his own greed, endangering the happiness of his own daughter. However, you chose to exercise restraint, not wanting to offend another of your beloved's kin. By Eru, Glorfindel had shit ton of kin!

Marrying the renowned Balrog slayer, you had come to expect such bouts of elven pride. Elves did have a tendency to take boasting to another level when it came to their lineage. But your love for Glorfindel was unwavering, and you held him in the highest regard. Love came with respect and honor, and you did not require anyone to remind you of the magnificence of your beloved.

What puzzled you, though, was why showing respect for elvenkind seemed to necessitate belittling your own kind. Did men need to be diminished for elves to shine brightly? But what good would an argument during such joyous times yield? You wouldn't want Glorfindel to bear the weight of your choices.

Resigned to your fate, you nodded in agreement to the huffing Noldor before you. "Yes, indeed, it is a great honor," you replied, scanning the room for Glorfindel who had promised to bring you a drink. It had been a good thirty minutes, and since then, you had been stuck with the elf whose name continued to elude you which barred you from politely excusing yourself in hopes of escaping the awkward conversation.

"Although," the elf began, "I must say, it must be challenging for your kind to commit like us firstborn, for men do not bond in the same way as elves do." You stared directly at the elf in front of you, incredulous at his earlier statement. "It is understandable that your love is more fickle than ours. I just fear for Glorfindel..." The smug smile on his face made you contemplate throwing a punch, but you refrained from doing so. Mustering a pleasant smile on your face, the kind that your loved ones dreaded you acknowledged the duel of words the elf initiated.

"I agree there is indeed a lot Glrofindel and I must work on for our marriage to work," the Noldo beamed at your admission.

Leaning in close, your voice took on a sincere tone, and the elf mirrored your actions, eagerly anticipating the gossip you were about to deliver. Seizing the moment, you waited for him to take a sip of his drink, creating a perfect atmosphere of dramatic anticipation. And then, you dropped the bombshell, struggling to contain your laughter. "I wonder if your kind can keep up. We men… we have more stamina, and well, you know how elves are," you gestured vaguely, pretending to understand their limitations.

The Noldor's reaction was priceless, his drink spewing forth as he choked in surprise, caught off guard by your audacity. The hall fell into a stunned silence, the heightened elven senses ensuring that everyone had heard your revelation. Ignoring the disapproving gazes fixed upon you, you feigned a morose sigh, pretending to be engrossed in the embroidery of your gown. You were fairly certain one of those glares belonged to your seamstress somewhere in the crowd.

To your surprise, the Noldo remained rooted to his spot, rather than storming away in a fit of rage. "How much?" he managed to ask, his eyes widening with surprise and disbelief.

"Five to seven times a day," you whispered, using your fingers to motion the number, relishing the sight of the elf's eyes losing focus as his mind struggled to process the information.

"But it is all right, a small price to pay for love, isn't it?" you leaned back, breaking away from the trance you had cast upon the entire room. The elf sitting across from you nodded stupidly, and you restrained your laughter. Well, this was the price Glorfindel would pay for subjecting you to the painful conversation for the past half an hour.

The Noldor, still recovering from his momentary shock, stared at you with a mixture of disbelief and bewilderment. The smugness had vanished from his face, replaced by an expression of wide-eyed surprise. The room buzzed with stunned silence and hushed whispers as everyone struggled to process the audacious revelation you had just made.

Unable to contain your mischievous smile, you savored the victory in this playful battle of wits. Gradually regaining his composure, the Noldor managed to speak, his voice tinged with disbelief. "But… but that's… quite impressive," he stammered, his eyes still slightly glazed over.

You shrugged nonchalantly, maintaining an air of innocence. "Well, it's a matter of stamina, as I mentioned. We humans are renowned for our endurance, after all."

A few chuckles and snickers rippled through the room, with some onlookers struggling to contain their laughter. Glorfindel, finally returning with your drink, shot you an amused glance, clearly relishing the unexpected turn of events.

Rising from your seat, you took the drink from Glorfindel, intertwining your arm with his as you leaned your head on his shoulder. "Oh, my beloved, rest assured, I will always love you, no matter what," you said, evading the obvious question written on Glorfindel's face, and steered him away from the bewildered Noldor.

[caliawen]

Haunted

Pairing = Glorfindel x Reader

Genre = Teen and up

General ratings = a twinge of angst, fluff, smut implied (?)

Content warnings = smut implied

Word count = 1,4k

Notes = ……hi 🫣 I haven’t posted in a month 🙃 Life has been really busy and I haven’t really had the time (nor the motivation, truthfully) to write. I had a more regular schedule before, but I think for now it will stay… ‘irregular’. I have no idea when or what I will post next. Hope you can understand!

Glorfindel was being haunted. Not by ghosts- no. By the memories of his past life. Of his mistakes. Of his friends. Of their deaths. Of his death. The searing pain of his scalp as he was tugged down and down and down by the Balrog. Of the heat he felt as he fought for his life, for the lives of Idril and Tuor and Eärendil and everyone. His mind replayed those moments over and over, never leaving him a second of peace.

The slight smile of Ecthelion, Rog’s boisterous laugh, Turgon’s exasperation with them, Elgalmoth’s mischievous eyes as he gossiped, Penlod’s hums as he pretended he was listening, Galdor’s excited chatter about the trees and plants he saw, Duilin’s whistles as he walked, Tuor’s love-struck expression as his eyes followed Idril and Maeglin’s shy smile when someone asked him about his work…

Oh, Maeglin… Glorfindel had hated him, for a time. Hated him for giving Gondolin away to Morgoth, giving away their lives.. But that time had passed. In the halls of Námo, Glorfindel had had plenty of time to think before he was reborn. And think he did : about how Maeglin had lost his mother and father. About how his only parental figure was Turgon, who was too busy to really spend time with his nephew. About how he mistook his love for Idril as romantic and not platonic, and how that strained his friendship with her and Tuor. About how rumors spread that Maeglin was a vile being. About how none of them did anything to defend him. About how lonely Maeglin must have been.. About what impossible horrors he felt at the hands of Morgoth and Sauron. About how they never saw how broken Maeglin had returned. About how he didn’t care if he died anymore.

Yes, Glorfindel had thought, Maeglin had done something wrong. And he forgave Maeglin for what he had done, because Maeglin had been a child. A child who needed to be guided and shown love, but no one had stepped up to take up the role.

He thought about you. About your smile, your eyes, your nose. About the way you moved, how you talked and your passions. And he ached. Because he didn’t know what happened to you. He didn’t know if you had died, if you had suffered or if you were still alive. If you had moved on from him.. And that haunted him. His every waking thought, his every dream and nightmare.

Sometimes, Glorfindel dreamed of you. He dreamed that you were laying in his bed, in Gondolin, smiling at him. That you carded your fingers through his hair and told him that you loved him. And when he woke up, his heart ached and he did not know whether to thank or curse Irmo.

Glorfindel had a mission. He was going back to Arda Marred. And he found himself dreading going back. Dreading seeing how everything had changed and how the language had evolved. Dreading how no one he knew would be there. How he would be alone. At least in Valinor, he saw his mother and father. He found himself crying when he realized he did not remember what being embraced by his parents felt like. They took care of him and he couldn’t be more grateful to have them.

When Glorfindel departed, he stood looking at Valinor until it had been long since out of view. He stood still, wondering if he was dreaming. He thought, how ironic, for he was going back. Not anyone else. Him. Laurëfindelë Glorfindel, an emissary of the Valar, granted powers nearly as strong as that of the Maiar. And he didn’t want to go back. Nienna wept for him, for his sacrifice, for his fear and for his love. He found himself appreciating her understanding. She visited him, before he departed. He listened to her words, without understanding : “Dear Child, your heart is being haunted. Your mind is playing tricks on you, and your heart is rendered blind by your pain. But your gut, your gut is still there and strong. Follow it, follow what it tells you. But do not silence your heart and mind for it, listen to them. Listen, but do not follow.”

~~~

When Glorfindel arrived in Middle Earth, he did not know where to begin. He was tired, but could not sleep. He thought about you. About your lips on his, about your laugh, about your hands in his, about the ring he had passed on your finger. He thought and thought and thought. And his heart ached. He walked on paths and in forests, stopping to wash himself in rivers. And he despaired.

It was later that he found Lindon. Days later. Or weeks, he did not know. He met Elrond, someone who would confuse and amuse him for the rest of their lives. Part man, part elf, part maia. He wore the insignias of Fingolfin and Fëanor with pride, daring anyone to confront him about it. He was a gentle soul with a heart of gold and the patience of the wise. He was as kind as summer and Glorfindel found himself basking in his presence, like a flower who had grown up in shadow feeling the sun on itself for the first time.

Círdan was surprisingly mischievous. Subtle jokes, sarcasm and deadpan looks were all things he threw at others, uncaring if they understood or not. He was calm, but could easily terrorize anyone with his anger, like the sea. Board games were his favorite and Glorfindel spent time playing with him, thinking of strategies to beat the older elf.

Gil-Galad was as confusing as he was funny. His father was unknown and he liked to joke around about it. Glorfindel spent time with him when they could, talking about everything and nothing. When Gil-Galad felt Glorfindel starting to lose himself in memories, he would randomly tell a stupid joke. They made Glorfindel laugh each time.

Celebrimbor had been a bit weary at first. Glorfindel almost laughed at the memory of a small Curufinwë Tyelpërinquar staring at him with the exact same look. It wasn’t long until they became great friends. Celebrimbor understood : he, too, was haunted by his past actions and words. Maybe for different reasons than Glorfindel, but the important thing was that he related to how Glorfindel felt. Having his feelings validated was something that alleviated the pain in Glorfindel’s heart.

~~~

Glorfindel walked around Lindon aimlessly and leisurely, taking his time to look around. You haunted him. Everything he saw reminded him of you. From pretty rocks you would have collected, passing by a stand selling your favorite fruit, to someone wearing clothes the exact color of your eyes. His mind played tricks on him, making him imagine hearing your laugh or seeing your beautiful hair swaying in the wind.

He stopped walking at a bookstore, a feeling bubbling up inside him. He looked at the door, curious. His gut screamed at him to enter that store, for some reason. His mind dismissed the feeling, but his heart held hope. They warred against each other. And then, Glorfindel was reminded of Nienna’s words to him. And he went inside the store.

Inside the store, which was cozy and homey, he felt pulled towards a particular bookshelf. His breath hitched as his mind reeled to a stop, his heart pumping wildly. There you stood, browsing the shelf while smiling. Feeling observed, you turned your head, your eyes widening as you saw Glorfindel, your husband, your soulmate, standing there. Glorfindel was frozen, his mind scrambling and heart singing with joy. You were the one to make the first move, throwing yourself in his arms, ecstatic. Glorfindel hugged you back, a sense of wholeness overtaking his mind and body as he kissed you long and passionately.

The two of you spent hours upon hours talking, laughing, crying and hugging. This long-awaited reunion was a balm on Glorfindel’s bruised and battered heart. That night, under the stars, in a magnificent glade full of flowers, you rekindled your fëas. Glorfindel made love to you slowly and passionately, kissing every piece of skin revealed as he undressed you, worshiping your body with his hands and mouth. That night, in your arms, Glorfindel had no nightmares. He woke up to your sweet voice and felt free. Free of the thing that haunted him. And he smiled.

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[eleneressea]

thinking about early Second Age Elrond in Gil-galad's court trying to sleep and eat on an elven schedule while he needs something closer to a human schedule. thinking about Elrond collapsing one day and freaking everyone out (but especially Gil) because they all think he's dying. the Fëanorian loyalists and the Gondolindrim and the Doriathrim have all set up separate impromptu guard rotations on Elrond. someone wrote a panicked letter to Celebrimbor.

Elrond is going to be very annoyed when he wakes up from his (admittedly unplanned) nap.

[feyhunter78]

GOD I saw you writing on the rings of power and I thought I might make a request. Can you do something with Elrond/reader where they somehow end up together in Khazad-dûm and Disa and Durin are first like this: 🤨😮

And then they try with all their might to bring these idiots together, because their love for each other is obvious to everyone except themselves. (Sorry if this is stupid damn)

This request was not stupid at all!!! It was so cute, and I love writing Disa as a matchmaker, plus It allowed me to use one of my fav tropes! The "there's only one bed" trope, and that is always a win for me!!!! I hope you enjoy!!!

Durin and Disa: Matchmakers Extraordinaire

You were excited to join Elrond on his visit to Khazad-dûm. He had spent hours upon hours telling you of its beauty, and of the kindness of Durin and his family. Truly, you were excited to spend time with Elrond away from the suitors that clamored after you.

So many elflords were vying for your hand, but for a reason you could not seem to understand, none of them felt right to you. They were either too brash, or too shy, too extraverted, or too introverted, too messy, or too neat. Little things continued to trip you up, and you desired to spend time alone with Elrond in order to clear your mind.

“This is the home of Prince Durin, one of my dearest friends.” Elrond said, and he knocked on the door.

It swung open, and two dwarf children darted past you, both causing you to stumble back in surprise. Elrond’s quick reflexes caught you.

You started up at him, embarrassed that your own reflexes hadn’t prevented you from being startled.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

You nodded. “Merely embarrassed, but unharmed nonetheless.”

He righted you, his hands still on your waist.

A sharp cough came from the doorway and you both jolted apart.

“Durin, Disa, how wonderful to see you both again.”

“Three visits in a year? You must feel real guilty, elf.” Durin said, his face serious for a moment before it cracked into a smile, and he wrapped his arms around Elrond picking him up in a hug.

Elrond laughed and, you did as well, once he was set down and you both were ushered into the dwarf prince’s home.

“So, y/n, how long have you known our Elrond?” Disa asked, setting a steaming bowl of stew before you.

“It feels to be eons, but truly we made each other’s acquaintance semi-recently.” You told her, inhaling the delicious smell of her cooking.

“Y/N is an archivist from Eregion, Celebrimbor recommended her for the position in Lindon. She is highly skilled and a lovely traveling companion.” Elrond said, giving you a smile.

You ducked your head. “Elrond is being a flatter as usual; our journey was only so entertaining because he tells such wondrous tales, he really is a magnificent orator.”

Durin shot Elrond a look, who only furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“And you are not married?” Durin asked abruptly, making Disa smack his arm.

You laughed, “no, I am not. My father has been encouraging me to find someone, but…” You trailed off for a moment, eyes meeting Elrond’s before they flickered away. “I cannot seem to find the right match.”

“That is a shame.” Disa said, ladling more stew into your nearly empty bowl.

“Thank you—I am not too concerned, I love my work, and I have friends to keep me company.”

“Like Elrond.” Durin said.

“Yes, he has, in a short time, become a dear friend of mine.” You smiled at the elf, and he returned it, a fondness in his oakwood eyes that made you feel pleasantly warm.

“And you Elrond, still no wedding you wish to invite us to?” Disa asked, a teasing smile on her face.

He shook his head, eyes flickering to you for a moment before returning to Disa. “No, I like y/n, am content with my work and friendships.”

Durin mumbled something under his breath, and Disa giggled.

Elrond raised an eyebrow, and you looked at him in confusion.

“So, will you both be staying the night?” Disa asked, as she began to clear the table.

“If it is no bother?” Elrond directed the question towards Disa which made Durin grumble.

You stood as well and began to help Disa.

“No, not at all, though the children have their own rooms now, so we only have the one guest room.”

You froze and Disa took the bowls from you, unfazed.

“Of course, I can find other accom—”

“You will stay in my house, I will not have others think I throw my guests to the elements.” Durin said firmly.

You snapped back into action and smiled at him. “That is very kind, Prince Durin, thank you.”

You and Elrond stood in the guest room, staring at the bed.

“Well, it is large enough for two.” You said, slowly setting your pack on the floor.

“I would not put your honor at risk in such a way.” Elrond protested, already rummaging in his pack for his bedroll.

“We are in the home of your dearest friend, and unless you plan to ravish me, I believe my honor will remain intact.” Your cheeks heated at your words, and you distracted yourself with smoothing down the large blanket.

You could hear the embarrassment in his voice. “I would never—I only meant to—”

You giggled and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Elrond, I jest, we will put a pillow between us if it will make you more comfortable.”

You slid into the bed and Elrond extinguished the lamps, before doing the same.

You put a pillow between you, and promptly drifted off to sleep.

When you awoke, there was a weight on your back, and a hard chest beneath your head. You opened your eyes to find Elrond’s sleeping face. A few more moments were all it took to figure out what had happened. Sometime in the night, either you or Elrond had moved towards the other, and you ended up like this. Your head on his chest, legs tangled together, his arm slung across your lower back.

You buried your face in his nightshirt, breathing in the scent of parchment and pine. “I would not be upset to awaken in your arms each morning.” You whispered, glad he was asleep and could not hear your words.

 You had never given much thought to a romantic life with Elrond. Since you met him, you had forgotten what it was like to ever be without him. Now? The idea of marrying someone else and being separated from him, made you feel cold, he was your sun, your warmth. And the idea of him marrying another sent a vile coil of jealousy through you.

Gathering up your courage, you rose up slightly and brushed your lips against his. “I think I may be in love with you.” You whispered once more, admiring his calm features.

As you stared at him, his eyes opened and a smile spread on his face. “I am in love with you.” He said, hand cupping the back of your neck and gently pushing you back down to meet his lips.

You climbed further atop him, cupping his face as he sat up, arms around you and in your hair, as his lips meshed with yours. Warm tingles settled in your skin and heat rushed to your core as Elrond’s lips parted, and his tongue nudged yours apart.

You let out a small whimper as his tongue explored you, the taste of honey and blackberries burst on your tongue, and your chest brushed his as he pulled you ever closer.

A loud cough caused you both to jolt apart, and you wanted to bury yourself under the blanket when you saw Durin and Disa standing in the doorway, wide smiles on their faces.

“I knew it.” Durin said, clapping his hands together in satisfaction.

“Yes, but you still owe me. Y/N seems to be the initiator.” Disa said smugly, holding her hand out.

Durin grumbled, and dropped a few coins into her hand.

“Breakfast will be in a few minutes.” Disa said, smiling, before she and Durin left, shutting the door behind them.

Part 2 here!!!!

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