#Elrond headcanon

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Elrond With A Modern Medical!Reader in Valinor

Request: Not sure if this is fic or just headcanons but: Modern!reader in middle earth who was a neurosurgeon in her old life and is now in Valinor working with Elrond to translate medical concepts to elven language before she dies and help advance their medical practice. Some differences between elven and human biology are found out in the process, it’s all quite fascinating to them both. She assists in a few operations but I imagine they don’t have many surgical operations to do in times of peace because people just aren’t getting injured like they used to during the famed battles against Morgoth and Sauron in middle earth. She helps on occasion but them elves are graceful and not injury-prone. - Anon

A/N: I was having trouble turning this into a fic, and since you gave me the option, not minding if I did a headcanon, I went with the latter. I had fun writing this, I also made their relationship ambiguous. Enjoy!

When you happen to arrive in Valinor, dazed by its eternal beauty and tranquillity, Elrond, with all his calming presence and wise demeanour was the first to greet and help you settle down. He was kind to welcome you into his new home.

During your time there, you and Elrond spend countless hours in his extensive library, trying to translate complex medical texts and concepts into Quenya, while he marvels at the intricacies of human detail in neurosurgery. To him, the ability to heal the brain by getting so practical and up close was fascinating.

“You humans certainly love your precision and details,” he would say as he smiled while reading through a description of a delicate brain surgery. You on the other hand would laugh and tell him that not all humans are so meticulous, following up your comment by sharing more medical mishaps from your world.

It is when you discover the biological differences between elves and humans, that things in the work become all the more interesting. You discover that elves’ regenerative abilities allow for healing preparations to be cut down and rushed to the healing wing, unimportant. Just knowing this, leaves you speechless as he casually mentions recovering from an injury that would have left a human incapacitated.

“So you’re telling me that you can heal from a stab wound in a matter of days?” you ask, incredulously with jealousy lingering. Elrond would simply nod along with a serene smile as he continued to translate the prewritten text on the paper you provided. “I wish I had that. Would have saved me all those trips to the ER.”

Assisting in medical practices in Valinor is rare but rewarding. Elrond’s precise, yet holistic approach to medicine complements your surgical expertise perfectly. Together, you manage to save a few elves who came in with nasty injuries, mostly from hunting trips gone bad.

As time passes, you are further blown away when Elrond teaches you their famous art of healing through song and rare herbs, enchanting your understanding of medicine. You do find the elves’ ability to enter healing trances particularly fascinating.

“So you just…sing them better? Like kumbaya and poof! Healed?!” you asked one day as you attempted to wrap your head around the concept, prompting Elrond to chuckle. “In a manner of speaking, yes.”

As time passes, your collaboration deepens both your understanding and respect for each other’s knowledge and expertise. Elrond is continually impressed but your surgical and modern techniques, while you are captivated by the elves’ natural form of advanced healing practices. This welcomed late nights in the library often turning into philosophical discussions as Elrond is thrilled by your stories of modern technology, and you are equally captivated by his tales of Middle-Earth.

You even meet a few of his family members during your stay as words of another human dwelling in Valinor. “Wait, you all fought a literal Balrog? Those fiery beasts?” you asked one evening as you sat around a table chatting with those who encountered the creature. “If you all were in my world, you could have used a fire extinguisher to put the flames out, or just douse water on them.” You leave most of them in laughter and confusion.

Due to meeting other elves beside him, you get the opportunity to practice your healing methods on them, though, they rarely allow you to since they usually appear fine even when injured. “So you couldn’t have hit your head a little harder for me to have something to examine instead of magically healing?” you disappointedly asked one of Elrond’s family members.

That has been the relationship for most of the encounters when an elf decides to come in sporting an ‘injury’. “You said you cracked your skull four days ago while hunting but I’m not seeing any injury. Do you mind if I hit you so I can have an actual injury to work with?”

Like you, even Elrond has his moments of being light-hearted, despite his dry sense of humour, when things don’t go according to plan. If the technique is too complex, he’ll jokingly say, “Of course, if all else fails, we just use magic.” Of course, you blink at him wondering if he was being serious or joking.

The partnership between you and Elrond as your work in Valinor developed certain areas of elven magical was tedious but also worthwhile. Even the relationship between you brought each other comfort and upliftment. “I suppose I’ll be remembered as the strange human who brought surgical scalpels to the Blessed Realm and threatened to beat people in their heads,” you joked.

Elrond usual response is filled with a sense of gratitude as he makes a toast in your honour. “You will be remembered as a pioneer and someone we are grateful to have encountered. I am glad you were brought here,” he fondly cheered.

Even as your time in Valinor progresses, you and Elrond continue to explore new ways to incorporate your medical practices into their elven healing. Each time an elf stops by for healing, you sometimes have to threaten them to come in with noticeable head injuries or you’d give them, while other times, you are lucky to have something to deal with. At least, during your years there, you managed to get a lot done.

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Sharing isn't always smart

Yandere Elrond and Thranduil (5k words) Summery:You get to talk to Elrond,and meet Thranduil where Elrond gets jealous. part 1,part 2,part 3, part 4, part 5

Elrond, was in his bedwear, he was quietly sipping his morning tea, enjoying the quiet solitude of his chambers when a knock at the door interrupted him. He sat the cup down and called out, "Who is it?"

The door slowly opened, and the young girl, dressed in a simple yet elegant dress, poked her head in. "I-I'm so sorry to disturb you sir, but I seem to have gotten lost. I just wanted to find the dining hall." Elrond smiled warmly at her, gesturing for her to come in. "You're not disturbing me at all, please, come in."

He watched as she nervously entered the room, her eyes darting around, taking in her surroundings. He couldn't help but notice the way her eyes widened as she took in the luxurious surroundings of his private chambers - the plush carpet underfoot, the roaring fire in the stone fireplace, and the huge four-poster bed with a rich silk canopy. She seemed nervous and out of place in this opulent setting. "Please, have a seat," he said, gesturing to one of the plush couches by the fireplace.

He watched as she perched on the edge of the couch, sitting awkwardly, her hands clasped nervously in her lap. He took a seat across from her, taking a moment to study her quietly. She was truly beautiful, with her delicate features and clear skin flushed with a rosy hue. She seemed to radiate a soft, innocent vulnerability that made something protective stir within him. "Forgive me," he said with a polite smile, "I don't believe we've been formally introduced." He held out his hand in greeting. "I am Elrond, Lord of Imladris."

She took his hand hesitantly, her small hand engulfed by his larger one. He then motioned to the pot of tea on the small table, "May I offer you some tea?" As he poured a cup of tea for her, Elrond couldn't help but steal a few glances at her. He noted the way her fingers trembled slightly as she accepted the cup from him, the way her eyelashes cast shadows on her cheeks as she looked down at her tea.

He felt a possessiveness bloom within him at the sight of her sitting so innocently in his room, oblivious to the possessive thoughts racing through his mind. "Have you been in Rivendell long?" He asked casually, taking a sip of his tea, all the while his mind was spinning with thoughts of claiming her, keeping her safely tucked away in his rooms where no one else could touch her.

"N-No," she answered, her voice soft and a bit shaky as she brought the cup up to her lips, taking a small sip. "I arrived yesterday." Her eyes darted around the room again, taking in the opulence of her surroundings. She suddenly looked sheepish, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. "I… I had no idea whose chambers these were when I knocked," she said quietly. "I'm so sorry for disturbing you." He chuckled kindly, the sight of her flustered embarrassment endearing.

"It's quite fine," he assured her. "I didn't mind being disturbed. Especially not by a lovely lady such as yourself." He noticed how her blush deepened at his compliment, and he felt a possessive satisfaction. He liked this effect he seemed to have on her, her nervousness and inexperience making her even more endearing in his eyes. "Breakfast," she began, her voice a little stronger now as she looked up at him, "When does breakfast usually start?"

Elrond noted the slight change in her demeanor. She seemed a little more relaxed now that they were conversing. "Breakfast won't begin for another hour," he told her, his voice soft and gentle. "Why do you ask?" As she fidgeted on the couch, he leaned back in his seat, using this time to study her more intently. Her dress, while modest, was still form-fitting enough to show off her figure. Her hair, silken and soft, hung loosely around her shoulders, framing her features.

She seemed so innocent, so untainted by the harshness of the world. A part of him reveled in the fact that she was here, alone in his chambers, just the two of them, and he was the only one who could see her like this. The thought of others seeing her, touching her, making his possessiveness flare up again, a possessive growl almost escaping him. He took another sip of his tea to hide his reaction, the hot liquid doing little to soothe the fire burning within him.

She shifted on the couch again, her gaze dropping to her teacup. "I wanted to ask you something," she said quietly. "I wasn't sure how to get to the dining hall, and I was hoping you could show me the way?" Elrond chuckled, a small smile playing on his lips. "Of course, I'll show you the way," he assured her, his eyes locking with hers. "But we have an hour before breakfast, and I was hoping to ask you a few questions if you don't mind?"

A small shiver ran through her as his eyes bore into hers. There was something in his gaze that made her feel oddly exposed like he was looking through her and into her soul. "I-I don't mind," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. He noted the slight tremor in her voice, her body visibly tensing as she spoke. He felt a sense of triumph at the effect he seemed to have on her, the way she was so easily flustered and off-balance in his presence. "Excellent," he said, his voice low and smooth. "First question, if I may?" she nods as he sets his teacup down, leaning forward slightly. "Tell me about yourself," he began, his eyes never leaving her face. "Where did you come from? Where do you call home?"

He watched as she fidgeted nervously under his gaze, her hands twisting in her lap. She paused, her eyes darting around the room before settling back on him. "I, um, I travel a lot," she said, her voice almost a whisper. "I don't have a specific place that I call home."

He nodded, trying to conceal the disappointment that flared up inside him at her vague answer. "Interesting," he mused, tapping his fingers on the arm of the chair. "And what brings you to Rivendell, if you don't mind me asking?" She bit her lip, looking down at her teacup as if it held the answer to his question. "I… I just happened to stumble across Rivendell," she said quietly. "I wasn't planning on staying, I just sort of… ended up here." He raised an eyebrow at that, his mind already stirring with plans and schemes to keep her here longer. She was so innocent, so lost, so easy to manipulate. And the fact that she just stumbled upon Rivendell, seemingly by accident, only added to the possessive fire burning within him. "You just stumbled upon Rivendell?" he repeated, watching her closely. "How fortuitous. Though it's not often that people just accidentally stumble upon our hidden city."

She looked up at him then, her eyes darting to his before quickly looking away. "I… I just heard it was a beautiful city," she said, her fingers continuing to twist in her lap. "I wanted to see it for myself." He leaned back in his seat, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "And what do you think of it so far?" he asked, his voice low and velvety. She looked around the room, her eyes taking in the opulent surroundings before she answered. "It's… it's breathtaking," she said quietly. "I've never seen anything like it before." His smirk widened at her words, a sense of pride swelling within him that she was so captivated by the city he called home.

"Yes," he agreed, "Rivendell is quite stunning. But it pales in comparison to your beauty," he added, watching her with keen eyes. Her eyes widened at his words, and she fidgeted again in her seat, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink. "Um," she stammered, "I… I have heard of you, Lord Elrond. I've heard stories about you." "Oh?" he said, raising an eyebrow in interest. "And what kind of stories have you heard about me?" "Well," she began, her voice soft and hesitant, "I've heard that you're a just and fair leader. That you rule Rivendell with wisdom and compassion." He smiled at her words, his chest puffing out a bit with pride. "I am glad my reputation precedes me," he said, his voice smooth and velvety. "And what else have you heard about me, I wonder?" She looked up at him, meeting his gaze directly this time.

"Well for one, I have never heard of you being a flirt," she said, a hint of a challenge in her voice, surprising herself with her audacity. Elrond chuckled, caught off guard by her suddenly assertive tone. He leaned back in his seat, studying her closely. "Ah," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. "And what makes you think I am a flirt?" She lifted her chin, meeting his gaze evenly. "Well," she began, her voice more steady now, "you said that Rivendell pales in comparison to my beauty. That sounds like a very flirtatious thing to say."

He chuckled again, clearly impressed by her boldness. "I suppose it does," he admitted, his voice low and silky. "But can you blame me for complimenting such a beautiful woman as yourself?" She blushed again at his words, her cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink. "Flattery will get you nowhere," she said, trying to maintain her composure. "Oh really?" he said, his gaze locked on her face. "And what if I want to flatter you some more? Your eyes are like the sky after a storm, your skin is smooth like silk, and your hair is like a silken waterfall flowing over your shoulders."

Her blush deepened with each compliment he showered upon her, the words making her heart flutter in her chest. She tried to hide her reaction, but her quickened breath and the way she fidgeted in her seat gave her away. She managed to find her voice again, clearing her throat nervously.

"But… but surely you have a wife or a lady friend?" she asked, her voice quiet and hesitant. "Should you be saying these things to me?" Elrond chuckled again at her question, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, so concerned about my relationship status," he said, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "What does it matter to you, little one, if I am married or not?" "Well…," she stuttered, her mind racing to come up with a rational reason for her concern. "Your wife… she might get mad. If you talk like this to other women. Right?"

"Ah," Elrond chuckled softly, his eyes taking on a distant look as he remembered the past. "You speak of a time long gone, little one. I did have a wife, once upon a time. But tragedy and war took her away from me many years ago." Elrond's eyes flickered back to hers, the distant look replaced by an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "It has been many years since I lost my wife," he said, his voice taking on a solemn tone. "But the pain of that loss still runs deep, like a wound that never fully heals." He paused, his gaze fixed on her face as if trying to memorize every feature. "I miss her," he said quietly, almost as if speaking to himself. "Her laughter, her smile, the way she could light up a room just by walking into it. Sometimes it feels like a part of me was torn away when she left, and I'll never be whole again." As he spoke about his late wife, his eyes never left her face. He noted the way her eyes widened slightly at his words, the way her breath caught in her chest.

An idea began to form in his mind, one that sent a thrill through his veins. The thought of her filling the void his wife had left behind sent a possessive fire flickering through him. He could almost imagine it, her delicate hands touching the places his wife had once touched. Her voice filled the silence left behind by his wife's absence. The thought of her in his arms, replacing the ghost of his wife, sent a surge of possessiveness coursing through him. He couldn't help but imagine how she would look wrapped up in his embrace, her soft skin against his own, her hair splayed out across his pillow like a silken curtain. The thought sent a shiver down his spine and a familiar heat began to pool in his gut.

As Elrond's eyes continued to roam over her face, his thoughts lost in a sea of possessiveness and desire, the silence between them grew heavy. Sensing that she needed to break the silence, she cleared her throat, bringing him back to the present.

"Lord Elrond," she began, her voice hesitant, "I… I can't imagine how hard it must have been to lose someone you loved so much." He smiled at her words, the possessive thoughts quickly shoved aside in favor of his charming facade. "It is a pain that never fully leaves you, no matter how many years pass," he said, his voice taking on a mournful tone. "But life goes on, and we must learn to move forward, to find new happiness amid grief." As he spoke, his eyes drifted to her hair, her soft, silken hair that cascaded down her back. He itched to reach out and touch it, to feel the softness of it between his fingers. He forced himself to keep his hands clasped together in his lap, knowing that he needed to reign in his impulses.

"But enough about me, my dear," he said, shifting the focus back to her. "You have yet to tell me your name. May I have the pleasure of knowing such a beautiful woman's name?" She hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting to the side before meeting his gaze again. "Um, I…" she began, her voice soft and hesitant. "I don't use my real name anymore… People usually call me by a nickname now." His eyes widened at her words, curiosity piqued. "A nickname, you say?" he said, leaning forward in his seat. "May I have the honor of knowing what your nickname is?" Her cheeks flushed as she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "Star," she murmured, her eyes fixed on the table in front of her. "They call me Star."

Elrond's heart skipped a beat as he heard the delicate syllables fall from her lips. Star. It was a beautiful name, perfectly suited to a beautiful girl. He repeated the name in his mind, savoring the way it rolled off his tongue. "Star," he repeated aloud, his voice soft and silky. "A lovely name for a lovely girl." Elrond leaned back in his seat, a thoughtful expression on his face. "If you don't mind me asking," he began, his voice taking on a gentle tone, "how did you come to be called Star?" She shrugged, her fingers tracing a pattern on the surface of the table. "I'm not sure," she said, her voice quiet. "It just… fit, I guess. People started calling me that a few years ago, and it stuck. It's easier than using my real name, anyways."

Elrond smiled at her words, his eyes roaming over her face. He could see the hint of sadness that crept into her expression when she spoke of her name, and it tugged at his heartstrings. He wanted to ask her more, to pry deeper into the story behind her nickname, but he knew that he needed to take things slow. He could feel the possessiveness stirring within him again, the need to know everything about her, to claim her as his own. But he forced himself to push those thoughts aside, at least for now. He could be patient if it meant getting closer to her. Elrond leaned back in his seat, his eyes never leaving her face.

"Have… do you have a lover?" he asked, his voice soft and nonchalant, as if the question didn't mean much to him either way. She blushed at his words, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. "N-No," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't have a… a lover." A wave of satisfaction washed over him, and he had to fight to keep his expression neutral. Good, he thought, the possessive fire within him growing stronger. She's unclaimed.

He couldn't help but smile at her answer, his thoughts already racing with ideas of how he could keep her that way. "No lover, hm?" he said, his voice smooth and silky. "You're a free woman, then. No bonds or ties to hold you down." She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her eyes flickering to the side before meeting his gaze again. "Yes, I'm… I'm free," she said, her voice soft and uncertain. Elrond's smile widened a glint of possessiveness in his eyes. "I see," he said, his voice taking on a silky tone. "A free woman, with no ties to hold her down. That's quite a rare thing to find these days, don't you think?"

She shifted again, her eyes darting to the floor as she fidgeted with the hem of her dress. "I suppose so," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. Elrond observed her, noting the way she fidgeted in her seat and avoided his gaze. "You seem nervous," he said softly, his voice smooth and calming. "Is something troubling you, little one?" She looked up at him, her eyes wide and vulnerable. "I-I'm not nervous," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "I just… I'm not used to talking to elven lords, that's all." He chuckled softly at her words, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You have nothing to be nervous about, my dear," he said, his voice gentle. "I'm no different from any other Elf, despite my title. Don't let the thought of talking to an elven lord put you on edge." As Elrond's words sunk in, she felt a wave of relief wash over her. He seems harmless enough, she thought, her heart rate slowly returning to normal.

"I suppose you're right," she said softly, her voice gaining a hint of confidence. "I don't need to be nervous. You're not so imposing, are you?" He chuckled again, clearly amused by her boldness. "No, I suppose I'm not," he said, his eyes glinting with humor. "But I must say, I'm surprised by your sudden confidence. You were a shy, blushing mess just a few moments ago." Her cheeks flushed red again at his words, her eyes darting away from his gaze.

"I… I was just caught off guard, that's all," she stammered, her voice shaking slightly. "But I'm fine now. I'm not scared of you if that's what you're wondering." Elrond chuckled again, clearly enjoying her flustered state. "I'm glad to hear it," he said, his voice soft and velvety. "I wouldn't want you to be scared of me. I'm not such a fearsome creature to warrant fear." she then mentioned breakfast broke through his thoughts, and he felt a pang of irritation at the idea of her leaving so soon. But he forced himself to remain calm, not wanting to show his possessiveness too early.

"You were headed to breakfast, you say?" he said, his voice cool and neutral. "What a shame. I was hoping we could continue our conversation." As she mentioned her destination, he remembered her earlier request. "Ah, yes," he said, his voice cool and composed. "I had agreed to escort you to the dining hall, hadn't I? I suppose we should make our way there then before the food gets cold." He stood up from his seat, his movements graceful and fluid. "Shall we?" he said, offering her his arm. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering to his outstretched arm and back up to his face. She knew she should accept, considering he had offered to escort her, but something about him made her feel uneasy. But she pushed that feeling aside, telling herself she was being silly, and took his arm with a small nod.

As she took his arm, Elrond felt a jolt of possessiveness surge through him. It took all his self-control to keep his expression neutral, his inner thoughts a mess of conflicting emotions. She's mine, he thought, his mind already spinning plans to keep her by his side. He guided her out of the room with a firm grip on her arm, his mind racing as he plotted his next move. As they walked, he glanced down at her, admiring her delicate features and the way her hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders. He couldn't help but notice how small she was next to him, how fragile she seemed. It only served to increase his possessiveness, the need to protect and claim her growing stronger with every step they took. As they walked, he kept her close, subtly guiding her with his hand on her arm. His mind was a mess of possessive thoughts, schemes, and plans on how he could keep her by his side, how he could make her his own.

As they entered the dining hall, Elrond discreetly surveyed the room, his gaze landing on Thranduil, who was seated at a nearby table, deep in conversation with a group of elvish advisors.

Elrond led Star towards an empty table nearby, still keeping a firm grip on her arm, before turning to Thranduil. "Thranduil," he called out, his voice smooth and neutral. Thranduil looked up at the sound of his name, his eyes narrowing slightly as they landed on Elrond and Star. Ah, he thought, a flicker of hunger passing through his eyes. Elrond has brought her here.

"Elrond," he replied, his voice smooth and regal. "I see you have a companion today." Elrond chuckled, his grip on Star's arm tightening slightly. "Indeed I do," he said, his voice cool and casual. "I found this lovely young woman wandering the halls, and offered to escort her to breakfast. She's quite shy, as you can see." Thranduil's gaze flicked to Star, his eyes roaming over her body with thinly veiled interest. "Shy, is she?" he said, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. "How delightful." Elrond suppressed a growl at Thranduil's words, his possessiveness flaring up at the other elf's interest in Star. He pulled her closer to his side, a subtle act of claiming her as his own. Thanduil chuckled, noticing Elrond's possessive gesture. "Now, now, old friend. No need to get worked up," he said, his voice playful and casual. "Let's not scare our shy little friend, shall we?"

Star looked nervously between the two elvish lords, feeling a sense of unease at the tension between them. She wasn't sure what Elrond and Thranduil were talking about, but she had a feeling it involved her somehow. Elrond shot Thanduil a quick glare, silently warning him to tread carefully. He had noticed Star's unease, and he didn't want her to become more alarmed.

"Don't worry, my dear," he said to her, his voice softening. "Thranduil is just teasing, as usual. He doesn't mean any harm." Thranduil smirked at Elrond's glare, amused by his friend's obvious possessiveness towards their guest. He decided to have a little fun, see how far he could push Elrond's buttons.

"Of course, I don't mean any harm," he said, his voice smooth and silky. "I'm simply admiring the beauty that you've brought to our table." Elrond took a deep breath, fighting to control his own emotions. He knew he had agreed to share her, but seeing Thanduil eye her with such interest was making it difficult for him to keep his possessiveness in check. Star had been silently observing the exchange between Thanduil and Elrond, her unease growing with every passing moment. She felt like a prize being fought over, and it was making her uncomfortable.

"Um," she spoke up, her voice hesitant and soft. "What are you talking about?" Elrond and Thanduil both turned their attention to her, their expressions schooled into masks of nonchalant indifference.

"Oh, nothing you need to worry about, my dear," Elrond said, his voice casual. "Just a little… teasing, between friends." Thanduil chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "That's right," he said, his voice smooth and velvety. "Just a little banter. Nothing for you to concern yourself with." As the tension in the air grew thicker, Star shifted uncomfortably, feeling like an outsider during this silent battle of possessiveness between Elrond and Thanduil. She wanted to find an escape from this awkward situation.

"Um, why don't we all sit together?" she suggested quietly. Elrond and Thanduil exchanged a glance, both of them silently communicating with each other. They both knew that sitting together would only make their possessiveness even more palpable, but they also didn't want to refuse her request. "Of course, my dear," Elrond said, his voice smooth and practiced. "That sounds like a delightful idea." Thanduil nodded in agreement, his eyes still locked on Star. "Yes, a delightful idea indeed."

The three of them made their way to a nearby table, the air around them thick with tension and unspoken desires. Elrond helped Star into her seat, his hand lingering on her back for a moment longer than necessary. Thanduil took his seat across from them, his eyes roaming over Star hungrily as if he were mentally undressing her with his gaze. Elrond, not missing the way Thanduil was looking at Star, felt a pang of possessiveness rise again. He forced himself to remain calm, reminding himself that he had agreed to share her. Star, feeling the weight of their gazes on her, felt her heart pounding in her chest. She was starting to feel more and more like a piece of meat in between two hungry predators.

As they sat in silence, the tension in the air was palpable. Elrond and Thanduil's eyes kept wandering to Star, their possessive thoughts growing stronger with every passing second. Thanduil couldn't help but let his eyes roam over Star again, admiring her delicate features and petite frame. He imagined all the things he wanted to do to her, all the ways he could make her his.

Elrond, not liking the way Thanduil was leering at her, tried to subtly put himself between them, as if trying to shield her from his friend's hungry gaze. Thanduil noticed Elrond's protective gesture, his smirk growing wider. He's getting possessive again, he thought, his possessiveness flaring up in response.

Elrond, sensing Thanduil's reaction, shot him a warning glare. Keep your eyes off her, his expression said. As the tension between them continued to build, a distraction arose in the form of servants bringing in platters of food. The smell of fresh bread and hot food filled the air, momentarily breaking the spell cast by their possessive thoughts.

The servants placed the food on the table, and the three of them began to help themselves, filling their plates with a mix of fruits, pastries, and other breakfast delicacies. They began eating in awkward silence, the sound of silverware clinking against plates the only thing breaking the tense atmosphere.

Elrond and Thanduil continued to steal glances at Star, their eyes filled with unabashed greed. They both wanted her, and it was becoming harder for them to hide their desires. As they continued to eat, Thranduil finally broke the silence with a smooth suggestion.

"You know," he said, his voice casual and nonchalant. "I was thinking of taking a walk in the gardens after breakfast. It's such a lovely morning. Perhaps you'd like to join me, my dear."

Elrond tensed, his possessiveness flaring up again as he saw Thanduil make his attempt to woo Star. Star looked at Thanduil, her eyes flickering over to Elrond for a moment before responding. "Um, sure," she said softly. "A walk in the gardens sounds nice."

Elrond's grip on his fork tightened, his knuckles turning white. He didn't like the thought of Star spending time alone with Thanduil, but he knew he couldn't refuse her. Thanduil's smirk widened as he noticed Elrond's reaction. "Excellent," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "We'll have a lovely time together, I'm sure."

Elrond gritted his teeth, forcing himself to remain calm. He knew he couldn't make a scene in front of Star, but he was already planning all the ways he could sabotage their little stroll together. As they finished their breakfast, Thanduil quickly rose from the table, eager to spend some alone time with Star.

He offered her his arm, a charming smile on his lips. "Are you ready, my dear?" Star looked up at him, her eyes still flicking over to Elrond, who was sitting next to her, his expression neutral. She felt a small pang of guilt at leaving him behind, but she also couldn't help but feel a little excited at the prospect of spending some time with Thanduil. "Yes, I'm ready," she said softly, taking his arm.

As he led her away from the table, Thanduil shot Elrond a smug smirk. He knew that his friend was seething with jealousy, and he was enjoying every moment of it. Elrond watched as Thanduil and Star walked away together, his jaw clenched tight. He was seething with jealousy, his possessive thoughts swirling in his mind.

Thanduil glanced back over his shoulder, his smirk widening as he saw the look on Elrond's face. "Seems like our friend didn't like that very much," he murmured to Star, a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

(tell me if yall would like changes, ill try to keep it in mind. i didn't want to use y/n so I picked something different. i do think I made the characters a bit of ooc but they are yandere so that is to be expected. i plan on next chapter focused purely on thranduil also I know that people might not like how shy and stuff she is but I think that she diff feels small next to elrond and thranduil, next chapter ill try to make her more confident as I think that thranduil is a more teasing person and can make people open up better since he is so interested)

[animatorweirdo]

The elves of Imladris as horses

Requested by Anon

Hi! Can I request a Imladris elves Horse AU? I love your horse AU :) congrats on the 500 followers!

(I left Glorfindel out since he already has a headcanon. He does get mentioned though. Hope you like it!)

Warnings: some horses being mischievous, Erestor is a grump, some spooky mystical things happening, some falling, biting, wandering off, and mentions of disappearances.

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- You loved horses when you were young. Those creatures always looked majestic and something out of fairy tales. 

- You would never miss a riding class with your favorite pony and sometimes nagged your parents to let you ride a horse. They didn't since you were too small and young to sit on a full-grown horse. They only allowed it when they were the ones riding the horse, and you would sit in front and shriek in delight when they started galloping. 

- You were so obsessed with horses that you sometimes wandered in forests, trying to find a mythical horse. It always made your family freak out and scold you not to go alone in the woods. 

- You even remember being jealous of your older sibling when they got their own horse. 

- But as time passed and you reached your teens, you began to outgrow your horse fantasies and found other interests. Owning a horse and taking classes was quite costly, so you sought something cheaper and an easier career path. 

- Your family was quite involved with horses, and most of your older relatives have been horse riders, so it was nearly a traditional thing. However, your family respected your life choices and did not try forcing you to become a horse rider as well. 

- Imladris was a famous horse stable where you had spent most of your childhood with your older sibling. You knew the owner and were familiar with most of the horses that lived there. 

- It was a lovely place located near mountains and rivers. The forest paths were filled with wildlife and were commonly known for the nightingales that lived there. Riding there felt like the whole forest was singing. It also felt like a home to the riders as to the horses. It is a wondrous place. 

- One day, when you were visiting your family. Your older sibling asked you to watch their horse and a couple of others since they were so thin on caretakers and they desperately needed to attend other things in their lives. 

- You were on vacation from your current career path, so you agreed.

- Your older sibling was grateful, and since you were familiar with most things you needed to do while caring for the horses. They simply introduced you to the necessary tasks and the other horses that were going to be in your care. 

- Elrond, Celebrian, Elladan, Elrohir, Arwen, Erestor and Lindir. 

- You knew Elrond since he was your sibling’s horse. You simply adore him. You knew Celebrian since she lived in the same stable, and from what you heard, she and Elrond were technically married. You haven’t met their kids but heard how beautiful they are. The twins are named Elladan and Elrohir, and the daughter is Arwen. You also knew Erestor and that he was a crump. Lindir was someone new to you.

- And with all things settled. You stayed at your family’s house, and your sibling was off to the cruel world of jobs and schools. 

Elrond

- Elrond was a beautiful dark brown stallion with a star mark over his forehead. You had heard it was a common trait from his family tree. He was the infamous mare’s Luthien’s great-grandson and even had a twin who lived in another stable named Elros. 

- Elrond is a lovable horse, perhaps one of the most gentle horses in the whole existence. He was happy to see you when you showed up at the stable. He gave you a cheerful neigh as a greeting, and it only made you smile as you petted him and gave him a treat. 

- It was like you two were old friends, and it was true in a way. 

- Elrond was an experienced dressage horse and has done show jumping in the past. Most of the time now, he’s used during riding classes for new young riders to help them get experience, and he’s very gentle with them. 

- He’s pretty much everyone’s favorite horse. 

- He was gentle with you too when you rode him for the first time. You felt nervous since you hadn’t ridden in a long time, but he was patient and always stopped when you had trouble adjusting your position or the stirrups. 

- He’s just so patient, and thanks to him, you gained some experience in riding and became more confident. You finally understood why the younger riders would want to ride him first than any other horse. 

- He was easy to clean and seemed to be okay with everything.  You thought there was at least one thing he didn’t like, but no. He didn’t even mind getting washed with water than most horses who would either hate it or be scared of it. On the contrary, he seemed to enjoy taking baths. 

- There was one thing he didn’t like – the riding crop.  He would walk away from the sight, which felt a bit strange since your sibling had used a crop in the past till you heard he had some rowdy kids who used the crop violently during classes. He then began disliking it and refused to come out of the pasture or his stall if he saw a crop. 

- It was understandable, so you ensured to never bring a crop when it was time for an exercise or a riding session. 

- One adorable thing about him was how he would act around Celebrian. The two would always hang out in the pasture and care for each other. The two were like a married couple.  You heard there was once an incident where Celebrian was supposed to move away to another stable but the two caused a fuss and refused to separate from each other, so Celebrian’s owner had to relent and allow Celebrian to stay at Imladris to be with Elrond. 

- It sounded like a deep romance drama and you were happy the two were allowed to stay together. 

+ 100 / 10 Elrond is a sweetheart. If ‘kind as a summer’ was a horse– he would be it. He doesn’t cause any trouble, and he’s sometimes helpful when you are dealing with his kids. There was nothing negative you could say about him, especially considering that you've known him for most of your life.

Celebrian

- A beautiful white mare with slight silver in her mane. Elrond’s wife and a very adventurous horse. 

- You have known Celebrian nearly as long as you have known Elrond. She's affectionate and has an adventurous personality; she enjoys wandering far in her pasture and the woods during rides.

- She’s also the twins and Arwen’s mother. 

- You have heard her mother was Galadriel, one of the most beautiful horses from Finarfin’s family tree. This was intriguing since it meant that two horses from well-known family trees came together and produced three lovely foals. 

- However, unlike Elrond, Celebrian was troublesome in a way. 

- She can sometimes be a little airhead and wander off for long periods. You would either need a search party or Elrond to call her back whenever she goes missing. 

- She likes to play a lot on the dirty grounds, so keeping her clean was a workout. 

- Sometimes, she likes to tease you during exercises and classes, especially when you are on her back, just to get a reaction out of you. You don’t like it, but at least you learned how to grow stronger nerves and confidence with troublesome horses. She was technically level 2 after Elrond. 

- She enjoys forest runs and tends to be a bit dramatic when it comes to work.

- However, she’s soft toward Elrond and would not leave him alone, and she’s very stern with her kids even if they are already grown young horses. 

+ 10/10 You like her even if she constantly teases you and gets dirty most of the time. You would appreciate it if she would stop wandering off so much. It’s a real trouble to get her back.

Elladan and Elrohir

- Elladan and Elrohir are two dark horses with brown tones in their mane. They share the same forehead star marking and are one of the rare pairs of twin horses. 

- It is a bit surprising since Elrond has a twin too, and there was another pair of twin horses from his family tree. Three generations of twin horses. What are the odds? 

- The two are energetic and nearly as troublesome as their mother as they seemed to take it to themselves to test your nerves as well. 

- They have a tendency to steal brushes and equipment, and sometimes they steal food from the storage. And they always grin at you after you catch them in their criminal act. 

- They like to play with the hose when they are in the pasture and you are trying to refill their water trough. It would get messy, and you would always get wet from all the water they throw around. 

- They are not your favorites, and you nearly lose your patience with them every time they are on to their mischief. They sometimes earn a laugh or two from you from their antics. And you think it had become a challenge for them to make you laugh since they would grin after making you laugh. 

- You are so glad they never do anything damaging. 

- Luckily, they take riding and shows seriously. Elladan specialized in dressage, while Elrohir excelled in show jumping. Sometimes, they even rode together in shows.

- They are pretty tame toward their riders and even the youngest who want to ride them. However, due to their mischievous nature toward you, you do not dare to ride them and let them usually run around together on the field, sometimes making them jump. 

- You were not going to risk it with their shenanigans. 

7 / 10 You find their antics sometimes funny, but they make you mistrust them. You do not like how they get messy and cause you a headache most of the time. 

Arwen

- A beautiful black mare with a similar forehead star like her brothers and father. 

- Arwen is a friendly horse. She’s sweet toward you and anyone she meets, but she has taken after her mother and gained a habit of wandering off into the woods and going missing for some time. Luckily, she comes back before nightfall, so she doesn’t cause you a total heart attack as her mother does most of the time. 

- It seems that Celebrian’s wandering trait is going to be a recurring thing. 

- Strangely, you had noticed that Arwen’s urge to wander into the woods was much stronger than with Celebrian. It might have been a family thing since you had heard Luthien and Elrond’s mother, Elwing, had a strong tendency to get lost in the woods too, so it might not be Celebrian’s trait that was kicking in Arwen.

- It could have also been related to the incident with Luthien’s father, Thingol, and the mystery mare that was never found after he was finally found alone in the woods with his newborn foal. 

- You remembered reading about it in the newspapers; it was still a mystery with no logical answers. People assumed it was a wild mare, but Thingol’s owner once claimed strange things began happening around Luthien when she lived under their care as a foal. If the owner of Luthien's father could assert that something was not right, then there was no way the mare could have been just an ordinary wild horse. 

- Whatever it was, it was a thing of the past. You just have to keep a watchful eye on Arwen, and things will be fine. 

- You two got along well. Arwen was used in riding classes, and the youngsters adored her, but sometimes she was used in vaulting, and you always found it fascinating to watch as her rider and other beginners did complex tricks on her back. You would never dare to do anything like that, especially the flips. 

- You have heard she had won several horse shows, and she was considered just as beautiful as Luthien, and the two are nearly a look alike. 

- Arwen enjoys it when you bring her on rides through the forest, especially with her family. These riding trips often lead to funny mishaps, such as taking a dip in the river or racing beneath the trees.

- However, you sometimes get an odd sensation of being watched when riding through the forests. It was a spooky feeling, and you do not know why, but sometimes, you think you can see a horse wandering behind the trees or hear its voice. Yet, when you investigate, you find nothing – it's as if you've seen a ghost.

- You shared your experience with Arwen's owner, and they revealed that they had similar incidents in the past. The owners of Elwing and Luthien had also mentioned feeling watched and followed in the woods in the news, hearing what sounded like a wild horse but never finding anything.

- It was so strange that you nearly believed Elrond’s family line was haunted or something. Arwen’s owner commented that perhaps it was the mystery mare watching over her descendants, but that was a too far-fetched theory for you to believe. However… you were never sure.  

- One salvation for her constant wandering arrived in the form of a stallion. You noticed Arwen had taken a strong liking toward a stallion named Aragorn. He’s a friendly horse with some past as a guard horse and came to Imladris for retirement, or so you heard.

- Arwen seemed pretty determined to get his attention, neighing, and Aragorn seemed to return the new feelings, and it was like a romance drama upholding behold you. Even though Aragorn sometimes seemed pretty shy around her. 

+7/10 She’s a headache on her own, but at least not a bad one like her brothers. Watching her unfolding romance drama is hilarious. 

Erestor

- The grumpy old stallion with a dark coat and white socks. He was the definition of being an old man in a horse body. He was a very beautiful horse, but his personality was something to work with. 

- He doesn’t give you trouble when it's time to go to the pastures or do his exercises, but he does seem to like to look at you and silently judge you. 

- He’s sometimes picky with the food and brushing, and if you end up on the wrong spot, he might give you the back ears and threaten to bite you. He doesn’t bite but takes a rough nibble, which does feel uncomfortable. But he does bite when you try to give him a bath though. 

- You first thought he hated you for some reason then his owner told you that’s just his personality. 

- They gave you a hint that if you put an online book with a narrator on for him to listen to, he will remain calm and focus on the story while you clean him even during bath times. It was odd when you first tried it but loved it when it worked. Surprisingly, even you got into it and found something you liked with Erestor. 

- Before brushing time, you would check on your phone and ask Erestor what he would like to listen to and he would give you a snort of the book he would like to listen to. 

- It turns out Erestor can be sweet and agreeable when you share a common interest. 

- Erestor has experience in show jumping and cross-country jumping. He was surprisingly calm when you decided to ride him. He didn’t scare anything or try to bite your feet. 

- He seems to like taking rides through the forests with other horses. But he will refuse to cross any river unless there is a bridge. You don’t even think he’s afraid of it, he just hates it. 

- He is sometimes pretty snappy toward other horses, especially toward one golden-colored horse that once came to visit. Glorfindel was his name you think. He’s pretty rough toward the twins, but Elrond and Celebrian he seems to respect. 

-8/10 he’s not so bad once you manage to get past his moody side. Doesn’t cause trouble and you like riding him. Bath time with him is awful thought. 

Lindir 

- Lindir is a soft chestnut-colored stallion with darker tones on his mane. He was new to the stable, so you didn’t know much about him. You only knew he was older than Elrond’s kids but younger than Elrond, Celebrian, and Erestor. 

- He was timid and reluctant to approach you when you started caring for him. 

- It was a challenge, but you quickly learned how his moods changed over things. First, he hated getting dirt on his coat, so keeping him clean was relatively easy, except when it was time to wash him after riding sessions. He hated water and made it difficult for you to get the sweat and dirt off his back. He was literally worse than Erestor when it came to bath time. 

- He was also picky about the food he ate. He had no problem eating grass and fruits when they were available, but when it came to feeding him any concentrates or minerals – there were suddenly several problems. 

- He would refuse to eat if there were too many pellets. He would kick the bucket away if there’s too little of a certain mineral. And he will not even touch the bucket if it's moisturized with water— even if it is good for him. 

- You had to contact his owner for details on the food after he refused to eat the food you prepared for three days straight. 

- His owner explained that he was quite strict about sticking to old routines and asked you to give him a couple of days to adjust to new things. He would eventually start eating different foods and become more lenient with you.

- His owner also told you to play music on your phone, and he will remain calm during washing times. 

- You nearly didn’t believe them till you played some classical music on your phone and watched how calm Lindir turned. 

- He was probably a musician in his past life since he focused on listening while you brushed and washed him. He would step away a couple of times but didn’t try running away like usual. 

- After that, you made sure to play music whenever it was time to clean him. 

- After some days passed, you managed to get past Lindir’s timidness and learned he was pretty affectionate. He got used to other horses and would sometimes bring you flowers and sticks he would find from the pasture.

- He mostly had been on horse shows and wasn’t experienced much in riding. 

- He was training to be another dressage horse, and his owner hoped he would get used to children and younger riders in riding classes, but after several incidents with children— he was pulled out from the list of horses for youngsters. 

- He grew to dislike children and younger riders, especially after being handled by a few rowdy ones. He would refuse unless there’s an adult to walk beside the kid. 

- Lindir also had a peculiar dislike toward ponies. 

- You are not entirely sure why, but he has a tendency to avoid them. It could be because the ponies can sometimes be rowdy and wild, but it still remained a mystery. 

- He does not have a problem with you riding him, but he sometimes gets easily startled, and you fall from his back. 

- You never fall badly or in a way where you injure yourself, but Lindir would feel bad and brood about it for a whole day. It would take his favorite treats, pets, and words of assurance for him to get back to his usual self. 

- He is a one peculiar horse. 

+8 / 10 He's pretty okay. Washing him is not a funny job, but he's not as difficult as Erestor or the twins. You enjoy listening to music with him, but he sometimes has a picky collection.

[queenstarlight]

yall im think abt making a comeback and posting on tumblr, what would yall like me to make content of? (this would be over all my fandoms, mostly lotr and hannibal) i posted this on my second account queenstarlight2 as well

[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.

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(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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[thesummerestsolstice]

See one of my favorite Rivendell headcanons is that even though it's a wonderful, peaceful sanctuary, pretty much everyone there could be incredibly dangerous if they wanted to be. Like, let's think about who lives in that valley.

Elrond Peredhel, resident healer and eldritch crime against nature, self-explanatory

Glorfindel, slayer of balrogs, self-explanatory

Erestor, probably Feanorian, definitely dangerous

Old Feanorian diehards, all of whom are probably looking for an excuse to commit morally justified violence

Old Gondolindrim/Iathrim, who, despite what they might tell you, are exactly as dangerous as the Feanorians

Garthaglir the Library Orc, who absolutely remembers how to use the giant battleaxe he keeps behind his desk

A strange, shadowy figure roaming the valley who I'm *sure* isn't Maglor Feanorian, but who is nonetheless a terrifying singer

Elladan and Elrohir, who have spent the last several centuries becoming nightmare fuel for Sauron's forces

Arwen, eldritch, bites

Bilbo Baggins, not to be underestimated, can defeat a grown man with nothing more than his scathingly polite commentary

Dunedain visitors, vaguely feral, highly trained

Aragorn, very feral, highly trained

Lindir, not actually dangerous, but if you upset him you are going to have problems with everyone else on this list

I actually really like the idea that a lot of the people who live in Rivendell are inherently kind of dangerous, because it means that they're actively choosing peace and kindness for themselves and I love that.

[elvinye]

types of holidays celebrated in Rivendell:

Noldor holidays, which initially made the Sindar and Silvan residents cranky until they realized Elrond was part of it

Sindar holidays, which initially made some of the Noldor residents cranky until they realized Elrond was part of it

Silvan holidays, because at this point they're going to take any excuse for a party

Tra-La-La-Lally Day, created when they realized they somehow had a month with zero holidays. The festival focuses on getting drunk, singing, and lightly bullying anyone within earshot

Holidays relevant to any visitors or foster children

Numenorian holidays, because they caught Elrond celebrating alone and crying about Elros one (1) time and refuse to let him do it alone anymore

[mahtariel-of-himring]

Silm Headcanon:

Battle braids were common amongst the Noldor when they first arrived in Beleriand. The tradition of braids had transitioned from Valinorian family, friendship or marriage braids into ones for battle. New styles were invented and quickly spread across the Noldorian community.

The length, placement, thickness and beads that were added or not added told stories of survival and hardship throughout time.

The most common ones were the following:

First battle braids, a simple three strand braid with a black bead marking that an elf had spilled their first black blood.

Partaker braids, for different big battles that simply marked a soldier as having been apart of said fight.

Fealty braids, openly showing who one’s loyalty lies with.

And at last survivors braids, these were worn by those who survived any type of imprisonment by dark creatures, there was also a more complicated version of this braid for former thralls of Angband.

There were also very rare braids which brought the wearer great respect and honor if an elven warrior wore said braid in their hair.

One of the rarest and most admired was the braid marking the survival of an encounter with Sauron, which on its own was feat enough.

It was a complicated four too five thread braid with multiple smaller or larger beads depending on the length or severity of the meeting.

Another was the one worn by Balrog slayers. This braid however only really surfaced after the first age when Glorfindel returned from Valinor since there were no surviving Balrog slayers to wear it.

One of the few braids that stayed the same from Valinor to Beleriand was the braid of the High King. Having only ever been worn by Finwë, Fëanor, Maedhros, Fingolfin, Fingon and Turgon.

Gil-Galad did not continue this tradition due to his decent from the house of Finarfin who‘s braiding traditions, just as many other elven houses, had faded over the years.

But since braids were mainly worn by the first to arrive in Beleriand after the flight of the Noldor, therefore fëanorians and their loyalists over time battle braids became a symbol of their house which quickly resulted and a fast decline of elven battle braids being seen on daily basis.

After the second and third kinslaying they had nearly completely disappeared in all but those still loyal to the remaining two son‘s of Fëanor and the son‘s themselves.

There were also unique braid, only ever worn by one person.

One of those was Maedhros‘ side braid.

A simple but elegant side braid on his left with no beads or pearls or any decorations whatsoever.

He wore it always after his rescue from the cliffs of Thangorodrim.

This braid was neatly kept, closly against his skull and tightly braided.

The braid of Maedhros became a symbol for the Lord of Himring and only ever associated with him and his qualities.

His formidable talent as a warlord, his unchallenged title as the greatest and fiercest swordsman of Beleriand, his fëanorian heritage and his standing as leader of the followers of house Fëanor.

The orcs, goblins, werewolves and evil men began to fear the braid of the red haired elf and his name became even more devastating to them than it already was.

After Maedhros died none dared ever wear his braid, for it stood for a fury no one dared claim as their own.

The centuries went by and braids got fewer and fewer. The second age was nearly at its end and the war against Sauron in full go.

But then came the day on which Sauron’s forces marched with Celebrimbor‘s dead body used as a flag.

And the infamous fury of the Lord of Himring was set ablaze in another, one who deemed himself close to the deceased elf to this day.

Elrond.

When he saw his beloved cousin’s body, defaced and dishonored that fire his foster father had carried was lit within him, and something snapped.

The next day the entire army was in shock and disbelief as their King‘s herald walked onto the battlefield wearing said infamous side braid, paired with a set of armor made by Celebrimbor, and an ear cuff also known for having once belonged to Maedhros.

That day the orcs of Sauron learned to fear the fury of the half elf, for they had already forgotten what true Noldorian spirit was. Elrond cut them down one by one, killing hundreds of orcs by himself and struck terror into the hearts of his enemies as they watched their companions fall to his blade.

Elrond didn’t stop until nearly all orcs were either dead or had fled from his wrath.

Then he went to find his cousins body. He freed him from the wooden pole he had been bound to and carried him away. Far off into nature, away from Lindon and Eregion, far away from all they once knew and laid him to rest in a peaceful spot where many flowers grew and old trees surrounded them.

To this day Lord Elrond visits his cousin often, for his final resting place is no far from Imladris, and to this day he wears the braid once associated with Maedhros, and he would do so until his arrival in Valinor.

[tanoraqui]

Theory: Elrond effectively wears headlamps like a Dad(TM)

Proof:

Elrond, at least on semi-formal occasions, wears “a star upon his forehead” (RotK book 6, ch.9)—that is, presumably, a pale glowing gem on some sort of coronet. This comes across as very classically Elvish (light, jewelry, star imagery), and a nigh-explicit reference to his father Eärendil. However…

Elrond’s children don’t see as well as Elves, as cited here. If his children don’t, then Elrond, even less Elvish by blood, certainly doesn’t. Now, I will admit that I forget if “Elves can see in the dark” is canon or very popular, D&D-enabled fanon, but it certainly makes sense considering that Elves flourished for centuries or millennia under just starlight, before daylight even existed…and it’s equally reasonable to assume that half-elven night vision is as relatively “weak” as their cited distance vision.

Elrond is the proud father of three, and exhibits traditional Dadly behaviors such as being a little bit of a nerd (loremaster) but also one of the most reliable guys you know, adopting any child left in his presence for a sufficient amount of time (Aragorn), and telling his daughter’s aspiring bf that he won’t be good enough for her until he has a steady job (also Aragorn).

My dad irl, who I promise is a pretty typical Dad, was positively delighted when he discovered casual-use head-mounted flashlights about a decade ago, and has self-satisfiedly worn them on every camping trip and nighttime dog walk ever since.

CONCLUSION: Elrond regularly wears glowing, star-evocative gems on his brow, especially while traveling or at fancy evening parties, and he looks great and it make people respectfully murmur Eärendilion (whether he likes it or not)… But really, it’s not a fashion statement or implicit political position or whatever; it’s because if he doesn’t have some sort of flashlight, he will trip on torchlit steps or walk into low-hanging tree branches in the dark. And it’s so much easier if it’s hands-free! (Especially when he’s spelunking for lost texts!)

His kids all go through a phase of thinking he’s mortifyingly dorky about this, then begrudgingly come to accept that it is really convenient to have a hands-free light for dark nights, caves, etc, and start wearing one themselves.

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

I usually have slightly different headcanons for each elf but I feel like this is one that applies to every Tolkien elf.

They absolutely freak out every time their human partner is on their periods. Elf women do get periods but they’re not as often, heavy or painful.

Even if your periods aren’t that painful or heavy, the slightest mention of fatigue, blood, cramp or nausea and they are carrying you back to bed. Good luck doing absolutely anything because they won’t let you.

“I can make my own cup of tea.”

“Nope. Too sweet and delicate, must protect you.”

Carries you to bed and returns like 5 minutes later with every blanket, heat pack, tea and sweet they can find.

It’s so stressful for them but they mean well 😅

[mushroomates]

who i would let borrow my car in lord of the rings:

boromir- would likely take it to a car wash and fill up the tank for me afterwards. no questions asked and the keys are in his hand before he finishes his sentence.

gimli- would change my tires for me. a bit worried about him off roading but he’d take care of it. it’s extremely likely that he also took it through the car wash but not out of politeness but because he got it caked with dirt and mud while driving.

elrond- i’m willing to bet my life on this man being a reliable driver. he could get negative traffic tickets- as in, the cops pull him over just to tell him how good of a three point turn that was. this man is married to the turn signals.

sam- there might be dirt and dog hair left over for weeks but yeah i’d trust him. he probably just needs the trunk space for a dresser he found on the side of the road.

who in lord of the rings i do not trust with my car:

gollum- yeah obviously he’d drive it into the swamp in .2 seconds. this little fucker does not follow road laws or any laws. the second gollum takes my car i know its over.

gandalf- i do not know how one sends an automotive on a quest but im pretty sure my car is in moria rn and i’m never seeing it again

legolas- has the biggest passenger princess energy i’ve ever seen. would total my car immediately after going diagonal across the highway because he saw a cool tree

thranduil- like father like son. passenger princess who has not been behind the wheel for decades. would guilt trip me into giving him a ride before even asking to borrow my car. gets pulled over for having a whole ass wine bottle in the cupholder.

pippin- there would be peanut butter stuck in the console for months and i’d be finding loose snacks and trinkets in my seats years afterwards. also strikes me as the type to be obsessed with the radio to the point of reckless driving

[doodle-pops]

Making You Flustered | House of Elrond + Doriath

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Elrond

Elrond loved the way your cheeks reddened whenever he leaned in close, pretending to inspect something trivial like the way you held your quill, the angle of your wrist when writing or the book you were reading. He didn’t need to be that close; it was entirely unnecessary, but it was a game he played. His subtle touches—like brushing a strand of hair behind your ear or gently resting a hand on your shoulder while standing far too near—always sent your heart racing.

He’d feign innocence, his expression neutral, but there was always the smallest hint of a smile at the corner of his lips. You’d catch him watching you from across the room, his gaze steady, knowing exactly how to get under your skin without saying a word. And each time, your flustered state only encouraged him more, making it a quiet, unspoken routine between you.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Erestor

Erestor had a knack for subtle teasing, and he enjoyed catching you off guard when you least expected it. He’d always find some excuse to lean over your shoulder while you were reading or reviewing documents, his breath warm against your ear as he pointed out something in the text. “You missed a spot,” he’d murmur, knowing full well that you hadn’t.

His words weren’t the issue—it was the closeness, the sudden proximity that left you stammering. He’d always move away before you could form a coherent reply, leaving you blinking and embarrassed as he returned to his desk, the faintest glimmer of amusement on his otherwise serious face. There was something undeniably satisfying to him about the way you’d blush, the way your composure crumbled so easily with just a word or a glance.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Elrohir

Elrohir had an easygoing charm that made it impossible to stay calm around him. He’d casually drape an arm around your shoulder as though it were the most natural thing in the world, pulling you close without any warning. The act itself wasn’t dramatic, but it was the way he’d grin down at you, entirely aware of how flustered it made you, that sent your heart racing.

He knew how to push your buttons—whether it was sitting a little too close, brushing his hand against yours, or teasing you with playful comments that left your face burning. When you tried to brush it off or roll your eyes, he’d only laugh, thoroughly amused by your reactions. He thrived on the tension, enjoying the way you squirmed under his teasing attention.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Elladan

Elladan wasn’t as subtle as his brother, but that didn’t make him any less skilled at making you blush. He’d purposely interrupt you during the most mundane moments, pulling you into a sudden embrace, playfully spinning you around when no one was looking or pulling you onto his lap when you wanted to sit.

His actions always left you at a loss for words. He’d compliment you out of nowhere, his tone so sincere and his gaze so intense that you couldn’t help but blush under the weight of it. And when you tried to respond, fumbling with your words, he’d just laugh, clearly enjoying how easily he could make you lose your cool.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Thingol

Thingol was subtle in his approach, but his regal demeanour made every glance and gesture more intense. He enjoyed making you flustered during council meetings or formal gatherings, catching your gaze with a lingering look from across the room, his eyes gleaming with amusement. When he spoke to you, his voice was always low and velvety, forcing you to lean in just to hear him, which only made your heart beat faster.

He had a way of standing too close without it being obvious, his presence overwhelming as you tried to maintain your composure. It was in the way his fingers brushed yours when handing you a scroll or the way he’d let his gaze linger a moment too long—leaving you flustered and trying to recover while he carried on with his usual grace.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Beleg

Beleg had a playful side, and he loved to make you flustered during training or casual moments in the woods. He’d catch you off guard with a sudden tap on the shoulder or an unexpected, playful nudge while walking side by side. When you trained together, he’d close the distance during sparring, moving far too close under the guise of “demonstrating” a move, his smirk betraying his true intent.

You’d try to maintain focus, but the warmth of his body so near always made your mind go blank. He’d laugh when you faltered, knowing exactly what he was doing. He liked to tease, asking if you were distracted or if you needed him to demonstrate again, fully aware of the effect he had on you. His teasing was lighthearted, but it always left you feeling completely off-balance.

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[queenstarlight2]

A plan is put in place, and two elves grow hungry

yandere Thranduil and Elrond (4.5K) (NON-CON)(Final chapter, but might pick it back up if people want me to) part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 summery: Elrond puts sleeping herbs in your tea, and you meet Thranduil in his chambers alongside Elrond and outcomes ensue

Elrond's mind was a swirling vortex of conflicting emotions as he went about his morning routine. He couldn't seem to focus on anything but the thought of seeing Star for their late afternoon tea. He knew that he had agreed to drug her, and the guilt and unease of that knowledge tugged at his heart, but simultaneously, he couldn't deny the pull he felt towards her, the undeniable attraction that drew him like a moth to a flame.

As the hours ticked by, his anticipation and anxiety mounted, building to an almost unbearable level. The sun rose higher in the sky, painting Rivendell in golden light, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't clear his mind of the thought of her face, her voice, the way her eyes seemed to sparkle when she looked at him. The thought of seeing her again, of being close to her, was addictive, even as the guilt and doubt continued to eat away at him.

His mind seemed to be a constant battleground, his heart torn between the desire to be near her and the knowledge that he had agreed to do something terrible. He knew he shouldn't, knew that he was betraying her trust and breaking the ethics he held dear as a healer, but the pull was too strong. The thought of seeing her made his heart race.

The knock on the door came at exactly the appointed time, and Elrond's heart nearly leaped out of his chest. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, and then opened the door. Standing on the other side, looking beautiful and radiant in the late afternoon sun, was his soon-to-be beloved

Elrond ushered her inside, trying to keep his expression calm and composed. "Welcome," he said, his voice betraying nothing of the conflicted emotions that roiled within him. "Please, come in and have a seat."

As she walked into the room, Elrond couldn't help but marvel at her beauty. She was wearing a simple but elegant dress, the fabric flowing around her like liquid mercury. The sunlight caught in her hair, making it glow like a halo around her face. Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of excitement and curiosity, and her lips were lifted in a small smile. She looked both innocent and mischievous, a combination that was both captivating and dangerous.

As she moved further into the room, Elrond felt his heart rate increase, and he had to force himself to remain calm. He motioned to a low table with a teapot, cups, and snacks already laid out. "Please, have a seat," he said again, his voice a little hoarse. "I have some tea prepared if you would like some."

Star looked around the room, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she took in the cozy, homey atmosphere. "This is lovely," she said, her voice soft and pleasant. "Thank you for having me." She took a seat at the table, folding her hands in her lap, her expression polite and eager.

Elrond poured the tea, trying to keep his hands from shaking. His mind was a swirling cesspool of mixed emotions - excitement, fear, and guilt all vying for dominance. He tried to focus on the act of pouring the tea, but his thoughts kept darting to the sleeping herb he had mixed into Star's cup. His heart was pounding in his chest, his breath coming uneven and shallow. He knew what he was about to do was wrong, but the thought of having her all to himself was too enticing to resist.

As Elrond handed her the cup of tea, she noticed the slight tremor in his hand and the way his gaze seemed to dart away from hers before fixing back on her face. Concern flickered in her eyes, and she tilted her head slightly, studying him intently. "Is everything alright?" she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and worry.

Elrond plastered a half-convincing smile on his face, trying to push aside the guilt and unease that warred within him. "Yes, everything is fine," he said, his voice a little too bright. "I'm just a little… distracted, is all."

Star's gaze remained on him, her eyes searching his face for any hint of what might be bothering him. Her instincts were telling her that something was off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She took a small sip of the tea, her eyes never leaving his face.

Elrond's heart was racing as he watched her take a sip of the tea. The sleeping herb he had mixed into it would take effect soon, and he knew that once she fell asleep, he would have her at his mercy. The thought both excited and terrified him, and he had to force himself to maintain his composure.

Elrond took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, then sat down across from Star. He tried to maintain a casual, relaxed expression, but his heart was racing, and his palms were sweaty.

Elrond took a deep, shaky breath and forced himself to focus on the moment. He knew he had to keep up the act, if only for a little longer. He fixed his gaze on Star, trying to look relaxed and charming, and forced his voice to come out steady and steady. "How is the tea? I hope it's to your liking."

Star took another small sip of the tea, her eyes still locked on Elrond's. She couldn't quite shake the feeling that something was off, but she didn't want to jump to conclusions. "It's delicious, thank you," she said, her voice soft. "You are a master of all things, aren't you?"

Elrond's heart skipped a beat at her words, and he couldn't help but bask in the praise. Despite the situation, he was secretly pleased that she had noticed his skills. "I do try my best," he said, forcing a smile. "But there's always room for improvement, isn't there?"

Star smiled back, her eyes still searching his face for any hint of what was bothering him. She took another sip of the tea, her instincts still telling her something was amiss. "Do you mind if I ask you something?" she asked, her voice a little more serious.

Elrond's heart rate spiked at the question, and he had to force down the immediate instinct to say no. "Of course," he said, trying to keep his voice neutral. "Ask me anything."

Star leaned forward slightly, her eyes locked on his. "You seem different today," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "Something is bothering you. Can you tell me what it is?"

Elrond's heart constricted in his chest at her words. Her perception was unnerving, and his guilt spiked. But he couldn't tell her the truth, not now. "It's… nothing," he said, the lie sticking in his throat. "Just some work-related stress."

Star's eyes narrowed slightly, her intuition telling her that his answer was only partially truthful. "Are you sure that's all it is?" she asked, her voice quiet. "You can tell me the truth, you know. I won't judge you."

Elrond's mind raced as he tried to come up with a believable excuse. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he could feel sweat beginning to bead on his forehead. Finally, he settled on a partial truth, mixed in with a lie. "You're right," he said, his voice quiet. "Something is weighing on my mind. It's just… I feel guilty for being attracted to you. My wife is in the Grey Havens, and I know it's wrong to feel this way."

Star's expression softened, and her eyes filled with empathy. "It's okay," she said, her voice gentle. "We can't always control our feelings, no matter how much we want to. I understand how hard it must be for you."

Elrond couldn't help but feel relieved that Star had accepted his excuse. He had expected her to see through the half-truths and lies, but she had bought his story hook, line, and sinker. A part of him felt guilty for duping her, but the larger part was just thankful that he had managed to keep her in the dark about the sleeping herbs.

As the conversation went on

Star's eyelids began to droop, and she stifled a yawn. "I don't know about you," she said, her voice slightly slurred, "but I'm feeling oddly tired."

Elrond's heart raced as he saw the effect of the sleeping herbs taking hold of her. Her eyes were becoming glassy, and her head was drooping slightly. "Perhaps you're just tired from the day's activities," he suggested, feigning concern.

As the herbs continued to take effect, Star's mind began to become disjointed and unfocused. She looked up at Elrond, her eyelids drooping heavily, and tried to speak. "I… I need to go," she mumbled, her words slurring. "Thranduil is waiting…" She stopped to yawn and then looked back up at him with a smile. "Thank you for the tea… it was lovely… and you are too…"

Elrond felt a pang of guilt and regret as he heard her words, but he pushed it down, knowing that there was no going back now. "You're very welcome," he said, his voice gentle. "I'm glad you enjoyed the tea."

As the sleeping herbs continued to work their magic, Star stood up from the table, her movements unsteady. She wobbled a little, and Elrond reached out to steady her, his heart heavy with guilt. "Careful," he said, his voice still feigning concern. "You look like you need some support."

Star leaned on him a little, her eyes half closed. "Thank you," she mumbled. "I'm just… tired. So tired…" Elrond felt a pang of guilt as he saw the effects of the herbs on her. Her head was drooping, and she was barely able to keep her eyes open. But he kept a firm grip on her arm, guiding her to the door.

"Come on," he said, his voice gentler than he felt. "Let me walk you to Thranduil's chambers. You shouldn't be wandering around alone like this."

Star didn't protest, her mind too fuzzy to think straight. She simply nodded and let Elrond lead her out of the room and down the hallway. She stumbled a little, her footsteps heavy and erratic, but Elrond kept a steady grip on her arm, guiding her toward Thranduil's chambers.

As they walked, a few guards and servants passed by, eyeing the pair with curiosity. Elrond kept his expression composed, his mind racing with excuses in case they asked questions. But luckily, no one seemed to pay them much attention, and they made it to Thranduil's chambers without incident.

Elrond reached the door to Thranduil's chambers and paused for a moment, his hand hovering in the air. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come, and then knocked on the door.

There was a moment of silence, and then the door opened, revealing Thranduil standing on the other side. His eyes flicked from Elrond to Star, who was leaning heavily on Elrond's arm, her eyes half-lidded and her movements sluggish.

Thranduil's expression remained neutral, but Elrond could see a flicker of anticipation in his eyes. He knew what they had planned, and he was eager to get on with it. Thranduil nodded in greeting, his voice cool and controlled. "I see you brought her," he said.

Thanduil stepped aside and gestured for Elrond to bring Star inside. He watched with a mix of fascination and excitement as Elrond led Star into the room, her steps faltering and her eyes glazed over.

As Elrond guided Star into the room, Thranduil stepped closer to her, his eyes studying her face intently. He reached out and gently touched her chin, tilting her head up to look at him. "How are you feeling, darling?" he asked. "Elrond and I were hoping we could take care of you tonight. Would you like that?"

Star's eyes fluttered open at the sound of Thanduil's voice, and she looked up at him with a confused, unfocused gaze. She didn't seem to fully understand what was being asked of her, but she nodded weakly, her head still foggy from the herbs. "Yes," she mumbled. "Yes, please… take care of me…"

Thanduil led the way to the bed, with Elrond following closely behind with Star still leaning heavily on him. They reached the bed, and with a quick gesture from Thanduil, Elrond gently laid Star down on the bed. She lay there, her eyes half-lidded and her body limp, as Thanduil and Elrond hovered over her. Thanduil's eyes flicked to Elrond, silently communicating his plan.

Elrond nodded in understanding, his heart hammering in his chest. As much as he felt guilty about what he was doing, he knew there was no stopping now. With tentative movements, he reached for the buttons on Star's dress, his fingers shaking slightly as he began to undo them one by one.

Meanwhile, Thanduil stood near the bed, watching with growing excitement as Elrond undressed Star. His eyes glittered with a predatory gleam, and his breath came faster as more and more of her skin was slowly revealed. He reached out and gently ran his hand down her leg, his touch rough yet appreciative.

As they continued to undress Star, the mood in the room grew heated and charged. Thanduil and Elrond's touches grew increasingly intimate, their fingers roaming over her skin with a growing sense of possessiveness. Thanduil's hands slid up her leg, his touch becoming possessive as he spoke. "She's so beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "She's ours now… ours to do with as we please."

Elrond watched as Thanduil touched her, a mix of guilt and arousal coursing through him. His own hands were on her body as well, roaming over her curves and caressing her skin. "She's so soft," he agreed, his voice thick with need. "So innocent.."

Thanduil's eyes flicked to Elrond, and he smirked. "You're enjoying this more than you thought you would, aren't you?" he asked, his voice a little mocking. "You're not feeling guilty anymore, are you?"

Elrond felt a pang of shame at Thanduil's words, but he couldn't deny the truth in them. He was enjoying this, more than he had expected to. His hands continued to roam over Star's body, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of ownership and power over her. "No," he admitted, his voice a little huskier than before. "I'm not feeling guilty anymore. I want this just as much as you do."

As Thanduil's and Elrond's touches grew more insistent, Star's body began to respond. She let out a soft moan, her back arching slightly as Thanduil's hand roamed over her curves. Her eyelids fluttered, and her head rolled to the side, her hair spilling over the pillow. She was completely at their mercy, her body reacting to their touch despite the drugged state she was in.

Thanduil and Elrond glanced at each other, both surprised and pleased by the sound of her moan. They could feel her body responding to their touch, and it only heightened their desire for her even more. They continued to touch and caress her, their hands and fingers exploring every inch of her body, leaving no skin untouched. Every moan and whimper that escaped Star's lips was like gasoline on the fire of their desire. Thanduil's hands became more possessive, gripping her body with a rougher edge, while Elrond's touch remained a little more gentle but no less insistent.

As they continued to touch and explore her body, Thanduil's thoughts and desires took a darker turn. He suddenly leaned in close to Elrond, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Isn’t she beautiful?" he asked

With a nod, Elrond replied, "Indeed." His heart raced as he watched Thranduil's hands slide up Star's thighs, teasingly brushing against her sensitive flesh. Despite knowing this wasn't right, Elrond found himself unable to resist the allure of their shared obsession. Their actions were becoming increasingly intimate, fueled by lust and possession.

Feeling emboldened by Elrond's silence, Thranduil moved closer still until their bodies were pressed tightly together against her helpless form. His mouth hovered near her earlobe as he whispered words filled with dark promises into her ear. "You belong to us now," he purred menacingly, sending chills down her spine. At once, he slid his hand beneath her nightgown, tracing slow circles around her navel before dipping lower until his fingertips brushed against her damp folds. Meanwhile, Elrond trailed kisses along her neck, his arousal growing stronger by the second as he watched them together. This was wrong—so very wrong—but neither could deny the powerful pull drawing them deeper into depravity.

Unknowingly, Star slept through the entire encounter. Her mind was clouded by the tranquilizers mixed in with her drink earlier that evening - rendering her limbs heavy and numb, and stealing away what little resistance she might have put up otherwise. But even in sleep, she couldn't escape their clutches entirely. Thranduil's hand carefully slipped underneath her dress, finding its way between her legs where he continued to tease and stroke her already swollen clit without mercy. Meanwhile, Elrond moved closer still, pressing his hardening cock against her bare ass cheek which stirred something deep inside him - an urge to claim what was his whether awake or asleep.

Thranduil and Elrond locked eyes again. There was something feral burning bright in those depths that both frightened and excited the other man. Without breaking contact, Thranduil whispered hoarsely, "She belongs to us now… don't you think?" Elrond didn't hesitate to answer, his voice low and raspy with desire. "Yes," he breathed back, "We should never have denied ourselves this opportunity." There was a dangerous undertone to their conversation but also an undeniable thrill that danced along their spines. They were walking a fine line between sanity and madness, lust and violence – and they loved every second of it.

Thranduil slowly pulled away from Star, his hand trailing lightly across her stomach before reaching behind to release his thick cock from his trousers. It sprang free instantly, standing tall and proud against his pale skin. Without further ado, he positioned himself at her entrance, nudging her to open slowly with the tip of his erection. Her pussy was slick with anticipation, welcoming him inside with eager ease. As he pushed forward, feeling her walls stretching around him, Thranduil groaned deeply, losing himself in the sensation of finally being joined by her after a day of tormented longing. He thrust forward powerfully then retreated slowly, savoring every inch of her warmth surrounding him.

Moans of pure bliss escaped her lips as Thranduil's cock plunged deep inside her. Each thrust caused her to buck wildly against him, her body begging for more as it craved the feeling of fullness and belonging that came with being taken by these two powerful Elves. Elrond couldn't resist joining in, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking greedily while using his free hand to massage her other breast, sending waves of ecstasy rippling throughout her entire being. Thranduil's eyes rolled back in pleasure as he moved rhythmically within her sleeping form. He couldn't believe how tight she felt around him, even in her unconscious state.

Her soft moans filled the air, fueling his lust further. Meanwhile, Elrond watched them intently, his hands roaming over her body before sliding underneath her to cup her firm ass, helping Thranduil's thrusts go deeper. He could feel his release building up, and he knew it wouldn't be long before he succumbed to the intense desire consuming him. "She fits us perfectly," Elrond managed to choke out between labored breaths. The thought of sharing Star sent a thrill through both of them, only heightening the sensations coursing through their bodies. Their combined pleasure echoed throughout the dimly lit chamber, each movement bringing them closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Unable to bear it any longer, Elrond decided to take his place alongside Thranduil. He knelt beside Star, positioning himself so that he faced Thranduil's chiseled abs, giving him an enticing view of the king thrusting into the girl. Gently nudging Thranduil aside, Elrond leaned over to press a hot kiss against her lips, slipping his tongue past her teeth when she parted them with a soft moan. Feeling Thranduil's cock slide out of her, he replaced it with his own, filling her. Their shared lover writhed in pleasure between them, caught in their intimate embrace. Elrond started moving rhythmically, matching Thranduil's pace as they took turns claiming her. They shared knowing looks, their lust-filled minds syncing perfectly. "She's ours now," Elrond growled possessively against Star's mouth before biting down lightly on her lower lip. The thrill of their illicit act only made him more eager to make her fully aware of what was happening once she woke up. Their plan was set in motion - nothing would ever be the same for her again.

As Elrond continued his relentless assault on Star's lips, his thoughts drifted toward the tantalizing idea of double penetration. He glanced up at Thranduil, whose own passion seemed insatiable. "Imagine taking her together," he breathed into Thranduil's ear. "Both our cocks inside her, filling her." The image sent a shockwave through him, causing his movements to become even more urgent. Thranduil paused mid-stroke, considering Elrond's words. His eyes narrowed as a wicked smirk played upon his lips. "Yes," he agreed, "That would truly mark her as ours." Their gazes locked, and for a moment, there was no one else in the room except for them and the beautiful, vulnerable creature trapped between them. They both knew it was wrong - but that only made it feel so much more right.

Lost in their depraved desires, Elrond and Thranduil couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have Star completely at their mercy – fully aware of their possession. In hushed whispers, Elrond suggested, "Once she's awake…" he trailed off, his eyes sparking with a dangerous hunger as he slid his cock out of her mouth and replaced it with Thranduil's, allowing him to taste her wetness. "We'll show her who she belongs to," Thranduil finished the thought, pulling out from her tight heat so that Elrond could enter her instead. The two elves shared an intense look, their arousal peaking at the thought of having her in every way possible. Elrond thrust into her, burying himself deep as they prepared for what was yet to come. "Double penetration," he said, a hint of malice lacing his tone as he glanced over at Thranduil, "We'll fill her so completely she won't know where one ends and the other begins." Thranduil's breath hitched, and he nodded eagerly, stroking himself as he watched Elrond take her. The anticipation of claiming her fully consumed them, making each movement inside her more urgent and demanding.

Thranduil's gaze remained locked onto Star's beautiful face, her features twisted in pleasure as Elrond claimed her beneath him. He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy mixed with pure desire. As Elrond picked up speed, the bedrock beneath them seemed to vibrate in tandem with their movements. The sound of their combined efforts filled the room along with Star's increasing moans – and it was music to Thranduil's ears. His cock ached for release, but he held back, determined to make the most of this moment. He leaned over to kiss Elrond's neck, teeth scraping against his sensitive flesh before he asked hoarsely, "Do you think she'll enjoy it? When we both fill her up?" Elrond groaned in response, the mere suggestion driving him wild. Thranduil's fingers tightened around his shaft as he imagined the sensation of pushing into Star alongside Elrond, stretching her even further and hearing her beg for mercy. "She'll beg for more," Elrond finally managed to say, his voice strained with need. Thranduil smirked at the thought, his body shuddering in anticipation. Their wicked plan took shape in their minds as they continued pleasuring her, every thrust bringing them closer to the edge – and to the moment they'd been waiting for since she first arrived in their realm.

Thranduil's control snapped, and he moaned out his release, filling her already overflowing pussy with his seed. The sensation of their combined cum inside her was almost too much to bear – but it was only a taste of what was to come. As he slowed his movements, the evidence of their liaison started to seep out of her, painting her thighs with a mixture of their pleasure. With a satisfied sigh, he leaned down to kiss her deeply, leaving her lips swollen and glistening. Pulling away, he whispered, "Soon, little one, you'll feel us both taking you at once." His voice was filled with a dark promise that sent shivers down Elrond's spine. They would have her fully aware and begging for more – they would make her crave them like she'd never craved anything before. Their plan was set, and Thranduil knew that once it was complete, Star would never be able to leave their grasp. He couldn't wait for the day she woke up to find herself completely owned by them, her body bearing the marks of their passion and her soul forever entwined with their own.

As Elrond cleaned them up and prepared Star for her eventual awakening, Thranduil couldn't keep his eyes off her – the way their combined cum glistened on her skin, the soft moans that still escaped her lips even in slumber. They had done something unforgivable, claimed her without her consent – but they couldn't deny the thrill it gave them. Their hearts raced at the thought of continuing this illicit affair, of taking her together in a way that would bind her to them irrevocably. As they lay beside her, each lost in their depraved thoughts, they knew that their lives had changed forever. The moment she opened her eyes, their story would truly begin. They exchanged knowing looks, each silently promising the other that they would see this twisted tale through to its conclusion – no matter the cost. Their desire for her had consumed them, and there was no turning back now. They would have her – body, mind, and soul – and nothing would stand in their way.

[havenotwillnotreadthebooks]

I love the idea of Gil-Galad just being A Guy while Elrond and Celebrimbor are insane, actually.

Consider;

Elrond, so pissed that the indoor plants are rattling: Fuck That Courtier 👁️⭐️🗡️

Gil-Galad, wondering if he can still eat his salad if it’s sprouted ominous flowers: Yeah, what a bitch.

And

Celebrimbor, setting a jar on Gil-Galad’s desk: I have discovered a new chemical 😁

The Chemical™️: *eats through the jar, eats through Gil-Galad’s desk, sizzling as it tries to eat through the stone flooring*

Gil-Galad, seeing an Opportunity: can you move the jar a little to the left? That’s where the complaints from Lord Oropher are stacked.

Love the idea of Gil being a regular dude while his alleged cousins are the resident eldritch horror and the mad scientist next door.

[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

Gandalf said ‘do not offer me that’, Galadriel said ‘I would be a queen, great and terrible,’ but Elrond said ‘get that the fuck away from me’ and this is nonsensical.

The other keepers of the elven rings were most challenged by the One, why not Elrond? Is his struggle merely hidden? Is it his Maia blood? Is it simply his mixed blood? Is that why Aragorn withstood, too?

Canonically the race of men are most easily corrupted, yet Elrond half-elven, who is almost 40% man, doesn’t notably bat an eyelash. Why?

[thesolarangel]

Hello my dear!!! Do you have headcanons for waking up with Elrond after a night of lovemaking? 💖💖💖

Thank you so much for the lovely ask, my dear!❤️ I’m going to write a quick lil drabble, self insert style, for this headcanon! Fluff ahead! 😍

It's already noon when you wake up in Elrond's arms, your cheek against his strong chest, his arms wrapped around you, you're both naked under the covers.

The memories of last night wash over you and you smile and you peek up to see if he's already awake. His eyes are still closed and he's breathing calmly, so you press a little kiss to his jawline, he moves a bit and lets out a low sleepy grumble, he opens his eyes and smiles at you "Good morning." he whispers and places a kiss on your forehead, his broad hand caressing your cheek and then pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Did you sleep well, darling?” You slept like a log, no wonder: Elrond radiates safety and calmness. You nod and pull him closer. He gets the hint and captures your lips in a dreamy kiss, sliding his hand over your back to push you closer to him. Elrond’s kisses are heavenly, longing and exciting every time… You sigh into the kiss, you won’t ever get tired of kissing him…

Headcanon 1 of 4 is done ❤️

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