#Elrond peredhel x reader

[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

King of the Forest-land

Elrond x reader. The name Taurdôr literally means forest land in Sindarin - or at least I hope!

This fic was previously titled Behind closed eyes I see you just the way you were.

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It was strange, Elrond mused as the carriage proceeded along the muddy terrain, how one could look forward to a certain event, after years spent hoping it would indeed take place one day and having counted the weeks and even the days leading to it, and at the same time feeling so nervous, anxiety mounting to such a degree the person in question couldn’t even sit still, that part of them would have wanted nothing better than turning around and forgetting the whole matter. 

This is how he felt as, peeking out of the horse-drawn vehicle and looking beyond the heavy rain curtain that surrounded him and his escort, he saw the gates of Taurdôr’s royal palace tower in front of him. 

As Elrond imagined, they were -well, he was- expected. He and his escort had passed the borders of the kingdom soon after dawn that day, and as a sign of trust towards the envoy of a kingdom their ruler was to hopefully establish diplomatic relations with soon, they had been allowed to proceed without Taurdôr’s soldiers accompanying them, but the captain of the border patrol had promised to send a dispatch rider to the palace to announce the ambassador’s imminent arrival. The messenger must have promptly carried out their task, because a small assembly had gathered in front of the gates to welcome them: a dozens of soldiers, their captain in the front, and five silk-robed courtiers, huddled under the canopy a pair of servants were holding above their heads to protect them from the rain. 

“Hail and well-met; we escort lord Elrond Half-Elven, ambassador of King Gil-Galad of Lindon.” the captain of Elrond’s escort announced formally. It had rained continuously since they had passed the borders of the kingdom, and the captain had begged Elrond to let them rent a carriage for him in one of the towns they had passed, because it wouldn’t do to have their King’s ambassador present himself to his host soaked to the bone and shivering for the cold. Elrond had acquiesced, recognizing the need to make a good first impression on his first diplomatic mission, even though he couldn’t help feeling guilty for the soldiers, who had been forced to brave the rain for hours, riding on as he sat, comfortable and dry, inside the small vehicle, reading the scrolls and letters he had brought from Lindon.

“Of course; welcome to our court, the ambassador was expected.” one of the courtiers answered courteously, the sound of his voice barely rising above the soft murmur of the rain. A moment later the door of the carriage was open, and the captain bowed to the passenger.

“We have arrived, my lord.”

“Thank you, captain.” Elrond answered; he smiled gratefully to her, and the other Elf answered in kind before stepping back, allowing him to dismount. Almost instantly, a second canopy appeared, allowing Elrond to take refuge under it without even having to lift the hood of his cape. 

“Welcome to our court, lord Elrond.” the same Elf who had spoken earlier greeted him; he was a blonde, relatively short individual, who bowed deeply before stepping back, an open smile on his face “I am lord Gwestor, part of Taurdôr’s council. We are grateful for your presence here.”

“Thank you, lord Gwestor.” Elrond replied, already put at ease by his interlocutor’s friendly disposition. Of course, the person he had to hope would be well-disposed towards him was Taurdôr’s king, not simply one of his councillors, but despite his nervousness, Elrond felt he had reason to feel optimistic; after all, according to the letters he had exchanged with Gil-Galad, Taurdôr’s new ruler was better inclined than his predecessor, and he had been the one to request the envoy of an ambassador, in order to build a diplomatic and hopefully military alliance between the two kingdoms. Whatever the King’s actual intentions and plans were, he wouldn’t have Elrond embark on a long journey, and send a representative of his to welcome him, just to refuse collaborating. Or would he?

“You must be exhausted; such a long and difficult journey.” Gwestor commented as he, having quickly introduced him to the other courtiers, led the guest towards the gates, the canopy fortunately large enough to cover both of them from the deluge that gave no sign of slowing down “And it has rained incessantly for days; truth to be told, we were relieved to learn you had reached our borders safe and sound.”

“That is very kind of you; we encountered no troubles along the way, and I was well-protected.” Elrond admitted, sighing inwardly as he felt himself stepping in a puddle, large and deep enough to drench his boots. The truth was, he was a more than competent warrior, capable of holding his own against most foes, but the absence of bandits ready to ambush them along the way had meant he had one less thing to worry about “Will you please make sure my escort is housed for the night? They deserve to rest much more than I do, and our horses as well.”

“Of course; the King has asked me to make sure you and your retinue have everything you need.”

They soon passed the gates, the other courtiers and the soldiers following them, and Gwestor led Elrond across a large circular courtyard, high buildings of white and pink stone surrounding it; in front of them stood an imposing staircase leading to the main entrance of the palace, the double doors surrounded by a small crowd of servants and courtiers.

Elrond’s heart leaped in his chest as he observed the many Elves arrayed in front of him; there were many females among them, both maids and ladies of the court, and he anxiously searched for a familiar faces among them -a pair of kind, expressive eyes, a smiling mouth, thick hair that eschewed any attempt to tame them- but to his disappointment he found none, strangers’ faces staring blankly at him. 

It wasn’t surprising, he had to admit in his heart. He and the person he had hoped to see had lost contact years before, he wasn’t even fully sure she still resired close to Taurdôr’s palace, perhaps she had even left the kingdom altogether; perhaps the friends she had made at court would be able to help him, tell him where he could write to her and propose they meet, but the person he was looking for, and hoping to see whom he had undertaken that long journey, was more than likely lost - safe and sound, hopefully, but beyond his reach, having probably forgotten about him altogether. She was probably married as well, with a devoted and loving spouse who had been quicker than him in realising their feelings and courting the object of their affection… 

Of course, he had much more pressing matters to attend to, Elrond reminded himself; it was his first mission as Lindon’s ambassador, and Gil-Galad had entrusted him with the task of building a closer, mutually beneficial relationship with Taurdôr, a remote kingdom famously jealous of its independence and that had long looked with suspicion at Lindon -and any other realm-’s offers for an alliance. 

Heartbreak and disappointment had to be put aside, for the moment at least; he had to focus on his duties, on making a good impression on the King of Taurdôr and convincing him that a military pact, or at least a trade agreement, with Lindon was in his people’s best interest as well. His mission was more important than any private matter; he would do his utmost to accomplish it, and then, at least, he could be satisfied with his work, even though he would never have the chance to confess his feelings to the person who had aroused them in him. 

“Shall I have the opportunity to meet your lord soon?” he inquired as he and Gwestor reached the top of the staircase, and the small crowd in front of them bowed as one before parting to admit the guest inside “I… fear I need to change my clothes, but…”

Gwestor looked at him kindly. “Our King looked forward to meeting you, and begs for your forgiveness, but unfortunately a conference with the kingdom’s guild masters had been scheduled for this afternoon. A room has been prepared for you, and you’ll have plenty of time to rest after your long journey, and our lord will be happy to meet you at dinner tonight. I hope this arrangement doesn’t displease you.”

Quite the opposite, it was perfect, Elrond decided, since a few hours to himself gave him the chance to take a rest, make himself presentable and gather his thoughts before the meeting with the King. “Dinnertime is more than convenient, thank you.”

Gwestor smiled; Elrond suddenly wished there were more Elves like him at Gil-Galad’s court. “I’m glad to hear that. Allow me to accompany you to your rooms; I very much hope you’ll enjoy your stay here in Taurdôr, my lord.”

Having crossed the palace’s large doors to a well-lit chamber, Elrond was finally safe from the pouring rain, even though a line of wet footprints followed him. He moved to follow his guide towards a long corridor, its walls covered by rich tapestries, and a moment later he hesitated; after all, in a sense, his mission wouldn’t officially begin until he met the King, so… “May I ask a question?” he inquired of Gwestor “Have you been residing here at court long?”

“Four or five centuries at least, even though I have admittedly lost count; I was cup-bearer to the previous King in my youth. Why do you ask?”

Elrond bit his lip, suddenly shy. “Well… it may sound strange, but I was wondering if you knew a person I was acquainted with, long ago; an Elf of Lindon, who moved here in Taurdôr years past, by the name of (name). She was a hunter, an Elf-woman with (hair/colour) hair, and a capable archer.”

If Gwestor found his question strange, or if he disapproved of the ambassador more focused on searching for his old friends than on the mission he had been sent to carry out, he didn’t betray his feelings. For a moment, he even seemed to smile.

“I do, in fact. I have met (name).” he answered “In fact, she still lives here, at court.”

Elrond’s heart leaped. “Are you serious?!” he inquired, unconcerned that any servant or lord of the court could hear him; he felt ready to embrace the other Elf.

“Quite serious, I assure you.” 

“Where is she? I… I know I’m here on official duty, but it would mean the world to me if I could talk to her…”

This time, Gwestor’s smile was open, almost amused. “You’ll meet her soon, I assure you.” he said “I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you.”

The lodging the King of Taurdôr had had prepared for him was more spacious and refined than Elrond’s rooms at home, with a bedroom large enough to accommodate the whole Lindon party, an almost equally ample washroom and a study with a bookcase full of tomes and scrolls; a young servant was waiting for Elrond when Gwestor accompanied him, ready to serve him in any way the ambassador requested. Flattered, the Half-Elf decided to interpret it as a sign of the good-will of the King who, beside fulfilling his duties as a host, was perhaps equally anxious to make a good impression on Gil-Galad’s envoy.

A hot bath had been prepared for him, and Elrond thoroughly enjoyed it, warming himself in the large tub while the servant took care of his bags, retrieved from the carriage, and damp clothes. He felt better already, he reflected as he used a scented oil to wash dirt and dust away from his hair and skin, more lucid and sure of himself, ready to meet the King and negotiate a treaty that would benefit both realms; there were a few documents Gil-Galad had entrusted him with that he wanted to review again before dinner, and maybe then he’d have time for a short nap on the almost ridiculously soft-looking bed in the adjoining room…   

Yes, everything would go well, and he’d soon return to Lindon having secured a stable alliance with Taurdôr. Resting his head against the brim of the tub, Elrond allowed himself to smile, joy and excitement filling his heart for reasons that went way beyond the prospect of the successful conclusion of his first diplomatic mission. 

He had found (name)! He still couldn’t believe it. Gwestor had said he would meet her soon, and Elrond felt he could trust him, even though the councillor had told him nothing about the Elf-woman he had missed so terribly, beyond confirming that she still lived at court. Were they friends? Or more than friends? Discovering that (name) had an intended, or worse a spouse, would have broken his heart, even if the Elf in question was a kind and friendly individual like Gwestor, but he couldn’t blame his friend for having pursued a relationship. Elrond was also aware that, with the two of them now living in different kingdoms, there was little chance (name) would accept his offer of courtship, even if there was no one in her life at the moment and he found the courage to tell her what he felt. 

Elrond sighed, his joy imperceptibly dimmed, as he lifted an arm from the water and contemplated the tiny drops falling from the tip of his fingers. Overall, the secret hopes that still burned in his heart, so many years after he and (name) had said good-bye, seemed unlikely to come true, he reflected, and the fault was entirely his. How could he not realise his feelings for (name) went beyond friendship, in the centuries they had spent together, meeting almost every day at the court of Lindon and happily spending their time in each other’s company? How could he think that there was nothing romantic about the way his heartbeat accelerated every time she took his hand or rested her cheek on his shoulder as they pored over a scroll or a book together?

It had been only after she had left, to move with her relatives in Taurdôr, that Elrond had felt a part of him was missing, and soon realised how special (name) had been for him - that he was in love with her, and would carry that affection in his heart forever. Galadriel, the only person he had confided his feelings in, had urged him to go after her, to travel to Taurdôr himself to tell her what he felt, or at least write her a letter, but the Half-Elf had decided not to; after all, (name) had moved away to help her sister, left alone with her children after the death of her spouse, and he would have felt the most egotistical Elf in Arda in asking her to return for him. 

Still, he would be happy to see her, even if she had already a spouse and a brood of children of her own; they hadn’t seen each other for so many years, but Elrond felt, in his heart, that (name) had not forgotten him, and the deep friendship and affection they had once shared. That night, after he had dined with the King and hopefully begun discussing the alliance, he would ask discreetly around for her, preferably if he happened to meet Gwestor again. And then he and his old friend could spend some time together, reminiscing about the years they had both spent at the court of Lindon, and perhaps promise to write to each other from then on.

While he couldn’t help wanting more, Elrond knew that would be enough to make him happy.  

Once Elrond had been chosen for the diplomatic mission to Taurdôr, the tailors and seamstresses of the court had prepared a whole new wardrobe for him, with rich tunics, capes and other garments suited for his new role of ambassador; the Half-Elf had never cared too much about the latest trends, content with his elegant but simple tunics and comfortable boots, but he did know that presenting himself appropriately dressed could help him make a good impression on the King, not too mention to express Lindon’s power and affluence and, consequently, its value as a commercial and military ally. 

As he regarded himself in the mirror, clad to head to toe in the precious velvet the tailors had chosen specifically for the first meeting with his host -there were also garments expressly for a meal with the court, for a ride in case the King honoured him with an invite, for a conference with the council and even for a walk in the gardens; as he contemplated the long list of instructions left to him, Elrond had felt lucky he had been allowed to bring his own nightgown at least- and the servant had retrieved from his bags and quickly freed from any wrinkle, Elrond reflected that he would need more than an elegant cape or an embroidered tunic to convince the King an alliance with Lindon would be advantageous to his realm. 

Still, it couldn’t hurt. And he did look good in blue, if he said so himself…

“I can accompany you to the King, my lord, if you’re ready.”

“Of course.” Elrond answered, turning from the mirror. He briefly contemplated bringing his most important scrolls with him, but he decided that opening and reading from them at dinner would be considered impolite, and he better simply rely on his memory until a more formal discussion, scheduled for the next morning. Fortunately, he had read most of the documents so many times during the carriage ride he could almost recite them by heart.

The servant bowed low before leading him out of his rooms, and along a maze of corridors and vast chambers. The maids and pages they met along the way were quick to bow and give way, but a few of the courtiers openly stared and exchanged whispered words; Elrond wasn’t able to assess whether those comments were of blame or support. 

Their short trek ended at the door of an elegant but surprisingly small dining room, the circular table at the centre large enough for perhaps six commensals, and only set for two. Rich tapestries adorned the walls, illuminated by tripod-mounted torches; the only Elf present in the room was busy observing one of them, their back turned. 

“Lord Elrond of Lindon, your Majesty.”

“Of course, let him in.”

Elrond, tenser than he ever remembered he had felt, didn’t notice the pitch of the voice that had answered to his introduction; he knelt, his head bowed low. 

“Your Majesty.” he greeted his host; he had to swallow twice “I am Elrond Peredhel, at your service.”

He heard the rustling of fabric, the noise of soft-soled shoes covering a brief distance.

“Arise, lord Elrond; welcome to Taurdôr.” the King greeted him, voice solemn but not devoid of a touch of amusement. The Half-Elf obeyed, raising his gaze to meet the one of his host… and he was suddenly relieved he hadn’t brought his scrolls, not to mention the precious and fragile gifts he had been entrusted with by Gil-Galad, to dinner, because otherwise they would have fallen from his hands.

He gaped; he tried to speak, but his words failed him, and all he could do was stare while the King dismissed the servant after instructing him to have dinner served as soon as possible.

Then, the Elf turned to face Elrond once more, smiling broadly - the smile Elrond had carried in his heart ever since he had seen it for the last time, but then she bit her lip, suddenly shy. “Hello, I… I am not sure you remember me; how could you, after so many years? We… we were acquainted when I lived in Lindon, I am…”

“(name).” Elrond murmured; he couldn’t be mistaken, the Elf in front of him, wrapped in sumptuous garments, was undoubtedly his old friend, who he had said good-bye to years before and then never stopped caring for, and he did know she had moved to Taurdôr and still lived at court, but this… her, here, now… was unexplainable, and made him fear he was walking in a dream, soon to awake and feel more lonely and dejected than ever… “Is… is it really you?”

(name) grinned; relief seemed to fill her like clear water in the cupped hands of the thirsty. “It is me; I… I was afraid you had forgotten about me…”

“I haven’t; I never could.” Elrond reassured her; he was still struggling to make sense of the unexpected revelation and its implications -where was the King of Taurdôr? Why was (name) here instead of him?- but he didn’t care. He had found her; (name) was here and still remembered him! Elrond’s heart was singing, and as he struggled to decide what to say, he decided that he had kept his feelings hidden for far too long; waiting even just one more moment was unbearable “I… I am so happy to see you again. Truth to be told, I hoped I could take advantage of my journey to Taurdôr to look for you; I have missed you so much.”

 “And I have missed you, Elrond. I am so glad Gil-Galad sent you, and that we have the chance to talk once more.”

“As am I. But now, tell me… where is the King?” Elrond inquired; even in the midst of his and his friend’s joyful reunion, he couldn’t forget he had come to Taurdôr on an official mission, and he couldn’t focus on (name) -specifically, on confessing that he was more than a little infatuated and had never stopped thinking about her for years- before at least presenting himself to his host, and hopefully starting to discuss the new alliance between their kingdoms “I was supposed to meet him here. Were you sent to receive me? Are you part of Taurdôr’s council as well?”

“No, I… well…”

(name) sighed; suddenly she seemed… tense, almost worried, as if she were about to reveal some shocking truth and had no idea how her interlocutor would react. “No one sent me; rather, I sent for you.” she said, taking Elrond’s hands in hers, as if afraid he would disappear into thin air - or run away “Elrond… I am the King of Taurdôr.”

“It all happened only a month after I had moved here to be close to my sister after the death of her husband. There is a dense forest a few hours’ ride from the palace, and one day I decided to bring my nephews there, so that we could hunt game for dinner, and also to distract them from the thought of the loss of their father. We had just arrived when we heard sounds of a struggle; I told my nephews to hide, and peeking through the bushes I saw a group of armed Elves on horseback attempting to kidnap another, dressed as a lord.”

“He was the King.” Elrond guessed, a still untouched chalice of wine in his hand; the servants who had served dinner had been dismissed, leaving him and his host alone, which was good, because while not a secret, that conversation was too private and delicate to be carried out in the presence of witnesses.

(name) nodded; she was sitting in front of him, almost apologetic but already more relaxed, as if reassured her revelation would not make her old friend run for his life “He was, even though I had no idea; I had never met him, since I had moved to the kingdom only recently, and my sister, the court’s librarian, had never brought me with her when she worked. Still, I realised what was happening; the Elf was fighting desperately to defend himself, but the guards who had accompanied him had been killed, their bodies lying on the ground.” she went on, and shuddered; as a capable hunter, and having served in Lindon’s army as captain of the archers, she knew death up close, but she had never gotten used to it, and she had once confided in Elrond she feared she never would “We would have been outnumbered even if I had intervened to defend the lord, not to mention I only had a hunting knife at my belt, and I was still responsible for my nephews; so I remained hidden, and used my bow and arrow to kill the kidnappers from afar.”

“So you saved his life.”

“Apparently I did. When I could finally reach him the Elf was barely awake, so I loaded him on my horse and brought it back to the court to entrust him to the healers; you can imagine my surprise when they recognized him, and told me who he was.”

The King had wanted to meet her to thank her personally as soon as he had recovered, (name) went on explaining; he had gone hunting with his escort, as he was wont to do, and a lord who was secretly conspiring against him had sent his guards to kidnap him. Hadn’t (name) been there, he would have been captured, taken hostage, and perhaps even killed. The King, grateful, offered to reward (name) in any way she wanted, and gained even more appreciation for her when his saviour, admitting there was nothing she especially desired, ended up asking for her nephews to be admitted to the court’s school, so that they could benefit from a good education. Learning she had been captain of the archers at the court of Lindon, the King had asked for a test of her abilities, and then, more than satisfied, had asked her to join the same corps in his own army. In time, he had developed a deep affection for her, coming to regard (name) as the daughter he had never had; because of this, no one had been surprised when, only a year before and in conjunction with his long-discussed decision to abandon Taurdôr and sail to Valinor, the King had asked (name) to let him name her his heir and ascend him to the throne after him.

“Well, no one but me; I’d like to tell you I didn’t need to sit because my legs were shaking, but that’d be a lie.” (name) sighed as she toyed with the pendants of her necklace, an instinctive gesture Elrond had seen her made often when she was tense - even though now, for the first time, those pendants were of solid gold, probably precious enough to ransom a lord “I told him I was the worst choice he could make, that I had none of the abilities required of a ruler, that I was too blunt, too outspoken and rigid on my principles to deal with the courtiers and the lords and all those who constantly came to him requesting favours and concessions; I was not a diplomat, and all I could say was what I thought, nothing more and nothing less. The King smiled, and told me this was exactly why he wanted me to succeed him on the throne.”

Elrond had never met Taurdôr’s previous ruler, but he found himself appreciating the older Elf’s wisdom. “And so, you became King.” he recapitulated as he placed his chalice back on the table “King and not Queen, I seem to gather.”

“I know, it’s odd. I didn’t mean to lie to you, but Taurdôr has never had a ruling Queen before, and Kings’ spouses do not really have a role beyond child-rearing and hosting parties. This wasn’t obviously the sort of ruler I wanted to be, not to mention I had started receiving marriage proposals less than ten minutes after my predecessor had announced his decision to name me his heir, so I declared that even though I am a woman I wished to be styled as King, and not Queen, to make it clear that the throne was mine and mine alone, and I’d let no one take it from me or use me as a puppet for their own purposes. I meet with the council once a week and I have a number of advisors, but you’d be surprised to learn how many Elves seem to think I’d be easily influenced simply because I wear a skirt.”

“Well, those Elves don’t know you as well as I do.”

(name) shrugged. “No, they don’t.” she acknowledged; her eyes shone with pride and happiness, and Elrond had never wanted to kiss her as much as he did then “Or at least, they didn’t when I ascended to the throne, even though I am proud to say many of them quickly changed their mind, and had to recognize I have a will as strong as any male Elf if not more.” 

Elrond smiled. “I’m sure you are a capable ruler, whatever title you use.”

“I try my best.” 

(name) rested her chin on the palm of her hand. “You know, had many other Elves here at court told me those words, I’d at least suspect they were trying to adulate me.” she said “With you, instead… I know you are being sincere; that you actually think that.”

“I have always been sincere with you, (name). And I always will be.” Elrond answered; it was not fully true, since there was a single but important matter he had kept from his friend, but given the context of their conversation the Half-Elf was confident his little lie could be excused… especially considering he planned on filling the gap as soon as possible. The fact that the object of his affections was now the ruler of a powerful kingdom, and he was simply an herald that many looked down to because of his mixed heritage, could change things, since no one was less free to follow their feelings than a King, but he had promised himself he would tell (name) how he felt, and he would - even if he had already prepared himself to have his heart broken “You… you look splendid, really.”

He strongly doubted he was the first to pay that sort of compliment to her, but he was surprised to see her blush. 

“Thank you.” she murmured, clearly flattered; she smiled, and he smiled at her, and suddenly the few days he had been promised to plead his case at the court of Taurdôr felt not enough - not enough by far “Now, why don’t we enjoy dinner? I want to know everything about Lindon, and what you have done since we last met.”

They did. Since (name) had dismissed the servants, Elrond offered to serve dinner to both, but she assured her there was no need, and was perfectly capable of filling her own plate and goblet. They spoke at length, their old familiarity still vivid after the long separation. (name) asked after Gil-Galad, more concerned for the King she had once faithfully served and trusted than in a peer she was supposed to negotiate with, and her old friends; more than anything, she wanted to know about Elrond’s life, and he gladly answered all her questions, secretly flattered by the attention. In turn, he asked his old friend about her life as King, and was pleased to perceive she was happy, confident in her capacity to reign and fulfilled every time she was able to carry out her duties, settling a dispute between two courtiers or allocating the necessary funding to support a feud stricken by famine. She was still close to her sister, who had not remarried but had been able to overcome the pain of her loss and was now focused on raising her children; (name) even found the time to practise archery, and to go hunting in the woods, even though it pained her that she had to formally retire from the army’s archery troops before ascending to the throne. 

She never mentioned whether there was someone special in her life, either privately or through a formal betrothal, the sort Kings often used to seal an alliance or put an end to a conflict; the matter didn’t concern him, but Elrond allowed himself to find some comfort in it. Unless, of course, Gil-Galad, who was also unmarried, decided an union was exactly what Lindon needed to seal an alliance with Taurdôr, and tasked Elrond with proposing to (name) for him…

At the end of the meal, a comfortable, pleasant silence fell on them; the soft light of the torches made the stately room look homely, almost, Elrond thought, as if they were still in his quarters at Lindon’s palace, enjoying a simple meal alone as they talked about their day and joked about the court’s latest gossip. He already loved her back then, even though he wasn’t aware of it; but still, he had cherished those moments, the simple and innocent intimacy they afforded, when he knew he could be himself, without fear of being judged or blamed. (name) wasn’t afraid of speaking her mind, and would freely tell him she didn’t agree or thought Elrond had made a mistake, but the Half-Elf knew she never ceased supporting him, and caring for his well-being, and being ready to defend him.

Was that love? He didn’t know; but just looking in her eyes was enough to perceive (name) still cared for him and had not forgotten everything they had gone through together, and Elrond was happy for it. Happy, and grateful.

“Was everything of your liking, Elrond?”

“It was delicious; the best meal I have had for a long time.” he replied; the compliment was due more to the good company he had been enjoying than to the admittedly good food, but the Half-Elf thought it would have been too forward to say it “You needn’t have worried so much for me.”

“Of course I needed to; and I wanted to. I…” (name) began, and then hesitated, biting her lip “... I wanted you to feel welcomed here; not just as the emissary of a King, but as my guest. Lindon and its people will forever be part of me, but Taurdôr is my home now, a great kingdom full of beauty and kind people; I hoped you would come to love it, just like I did.”

“If the people here are good to you, I’m sure I’ll like it.”

“No one could beat you in goodness, Elrond. This is what I have always liked about you the most.” 

(name) smiled; she had stopped touching her necklace. “Shall we walk in the gardens for a while?” she proposed “Unless you want to retire, after the long journey.”

Hadn’t he slept for a month, still Elrond would have gladly walked with her. He offered her his arm, which the Elf-woman gladly took as she led him out of the banquet room and along a new series of corridors. A couple of courtiers who crossed their path attempted to talk to the King, but (name) quickly stopped them, postponing the discussion to the audience already scheduled for the next morning, or instructing them to talk to someone else.

“Sometimes I feel guilty.” she confided in Elrond as they finally stepped beyond a stone arch, the lush vegetation enveloping them under the trees’ canopy “So many people depend on me, but I can’t be available to talk and do things at all times day and night. I need some moments for myself, otherwise I’ll lose my mind.”

“Of course. You told me you still have time for your archery.”

“For that, and for spending time with my friends.”

(name) smiled; she took Elrond’s hand in his to pull him towards the heart of the large greenhouse surrounding them. “Come.” she invited him “I want you to see all of my favourite places.”

Elrond let himself be led among the trees and bushes, his heart heavy with joy and anticipation. 

The next few days saw Elrond and (name) spend as much time as they could together. The King was comprehensibly busy, but the alliance with Lindon was an important enough matter that less urgent duties and tasks could be postponed or delegated, and the Half-Elf soon realised his friend had prepared herself in advance and renounced the little free time she had for herself, for him. When she was otherwise occupied, with audiences or other obligations that kept her in her study or away from the court, she always made sure Elrond was entertained, tasking either lord Gwestor or other courtiers she was close to and trusted to accompany him to visit the most beautiful places of the kingdoms or organise some diversion to occupy his time.

They were old friends who had not seen each other for a long time, and he was the emissary of a powerful King (name) needed to make a good impression on; but Elrond allowed himself to feel flattered, and even hopeful, for such care. 

They went riding in the woods, followed by a contingent of bodyguards who hung back, giving the King and his guest all the space they could while still watching over them; they lunched alone in the gardens, sitting on a blanket as they poured their own wine and laughed to tears remembering some small adventure of their youth; they danced in the ballroom of the castle, under the watchful eyes of the court, and (name) wondered in her heart whether Elrond’s hands had been so warm on her hips, and the beauty of his smile so blinding, when she still resided in Lindon and he saved her from being the only Elf-woman who had not been invited, gently twirling her around and making her feel as if no one else existed in all of Arda. 

In those moments, they both regretted wasting so many years without each other, and hoped in their heart things could change in the future - for the better, hopefully. 

Nor the King nor the ambassador had forgotten Elrond was not in Taurdôr on vacation. They started discussing the alliance on the day after his arrival, and the Half-Elf was relieved to learn his old friend was more than favourable to the idea, at least as far diplomatic and trade relations between the two kingdoms were concerned.

“My predecessor, and all of Taurdôr’s Kings for centuries, have been highly protective, even jealous, of our land’s independence.” she explained to him one afternoon, after they had moved their audience to the King’s own apartment, enjoying a bit of peace and quiet as they sipped a goblet of wine “Many Elves, both here at court and in the kingdom, view with suspicion the simple presence of foreigners within our borders, to say nothing of their interest in our affairs. They wouldn’t even ask for help in case of aggression or famine; it sounds absurd, but I think the Elves of Taurdôr are so proud of the strength and prosperity of their kingdom, they instinctively believe others only wish to steal them.”

Elrond was not surprised, since (name)’s predecessors had constantly refused any sort of friendly pact with Lindon and other kingdoms, at one point -Gil-Galad had shown him a letter received two years before- proudly declaring Taurdôr needed no support or protection from its neighbours, and therefore saw no reason to get embroiled in their business.

“But you are different.” he stated as he moved on the high-backed chair he was sitting on, searching for a more comfortable position; for a moment, he felt (name)’s thigh press against his “I mean… you are of a different opinion.”

“I am. I have sworn to protect and defend the well-being of Taurdôr and its people, and I will; I simply believe that shutting oneself away, and believing everyone else is an enemy ready to steal from us, is not healthy, let alone intelligent. Both I and my sister have been looked at with suspicion after we moved to the realm, as foreigners bearers of who knows what trouble, even though all we wished was to remain close to the people we loved. This is not good, Elrond; if we erect barriers all around us, even only to protect ourselves from danger, we will end up suffocating.”

(name) sighed; she had already confided in Elrond that, while she had been able to earn the trust and respect of many at court and in the kingdom, there were also those who still treated her with hostility because she had lived in the kingdom for a relatively short period of time, and vocally disapproved of her intentions of opening the borders of Taurdôrs to other realms.

“No one can succeed alone; no matter how strong, or wealthy, or wise.” she muttered, once again playing with the heavy necklace she wore; for a moment, Elrond wondered if she were actually talking about her kingdom, or rather herself “United we are stronger, in the face of war, famine or any other danger; and even if a place is completely self-sufficient, we could all benefit from close contact with our peers, exchanging ideas and working together for a common goal. Even the wisest can still learn; and while we cannot always be sure of the intentions of others, and it is proper to defend ourselves and what we own, suspicion, contempt and fear can bring nothing good. I hope the alliance with Lindon will only be the first of many; that one day, I can show even the most suspicious Elves of this kingdom that even if we remain protective of our autonomy, our rights and the treasures of our land, we can still help others and, in turn, receive support when we need it.”

Elrond didn’t doubt she would succeed, no matter how difficult the goal she had set herself was; she had nothing but the well-being and the security of her land and her people at heart, and while good intentions weren’t always enough to ensure success, they had to count for something. 

“It will take time.” he pointed out, and his friend sighed before nodding; as King, she had formally the power to take decisions by herself, without having to consult or ensuring the approval of anyone, but Elrond knew perfectly how difficult, potentially even dangerous, the situation of a ruler who could not count on the support of their people could be. (name) had to make sure the most influential nobles of her court, the members of her council and probably also the chief officers of the army, were on her side and supported her project, otherwise she could find herself isolated and potentially even deposed by those who preferred that Taurdôr’s borders remain closed to strangers and potential allies “I know this realm has been isolated in itself for centuries; this state of things is everything many Elves have ever known.”

“I know, unfortunately; I think many Elves here are simply afraid, and worry that forming an alliance with another kingdom will lead foreigners to lord over our territory and steal our riches… which of course I plan to avoid. And fortunately we are immortal.” (name) mentioned, and smiled “I have all the time to win them over.”

They laughed together; (name)’s foot touched Elrond’s. He smiled at her, and then looked down, suddenly shy; his face felt as if it were on fire, and he was pretty sure the Elf-woman next to him could see it despite the dim light. He had nothing to feel embarrassed for, especially in (name)’s presence, but suddenly his resolution of confessing his feelings to his friend, especially when they were working on changing centuries of tradition and opening Taurdôr’s borders to the rest of Arda, felt ridiculous, even egotistical. What if she didn’t return his affection? Would the awkwardness make things difficult between them, both at a personal level -which would be painful enough- and making it harder for him and his friend to work jointly for the alliance between their kingdoms? Could he put his own feelings ahead of the mission he has been entrusted with? Perhaps it was better to wait, make sure relations between Lindon and Taurdôr had improved before breaching the subject, so that he could request to be replaced in his role as ambassador, in case (name) weren’t interested in him like he was in her…

She had seen him blush. “I’m sorry.” she whispered; suddenly the King of Taurdôr looked lost, as if she didn’t know what to do with her hands, and the rest of her body as well “I… made you uncomfortable, Elrond, forgive me…”

“You did not.” he reassured her “You never could.”

“Still, I should remember I need to be more careful when I… approach other Elves, given my position at court. The truth is…” (name) started, she hesitated, and then took Elrond’s hand in hers; she had freed her hair from the elaborate updo her maids arranged every day, and that, in the Half-Elf’s eyes, simply enhanced her natural beauty - a beauty so unassuming and radiant it made him tremble “Elrond, for all these years I… I have never ceased to carry you in my heart, and…”

“Your Majesty.”

They were both startled, their hands separating brusquely; Elrond stood, suddenly ashamed as if he had been caught as he committed a crime, while (name) glared at the servant who now stood in front of them, for a moment unable to hide how displeased she was.

“What is it?”

“Your pardon, my King; lord Voronil requests an audience.” the servant explained; hearing that name, the Elf-woman frowned.

“It is very late. What can be so urgent, he asks for me at this time?”

“He didn’t say, your Majesty. I told him you had retired to your rooms and asked not to be disturbed, but he insisted.”

“I’m sure he did.”

(name) sighed; she looked regretfully at her now empty hands, and stood. “Very well.” she said, her tone firm and openly displeased “I’ll go, and he better have a good reason for disturbing me now. Elrond, forgive me, I…”

“It is alright; I don’t want to keep you.” he said, forcing himself to smile; what else could he do? Unwilling to remain in his friends’ apartment without her, he bowed low and departed to return to his own rooms, as (name) looked regretfully at him a last time and then walked away herself, the servant following her closely.

Eight days later, at the end of an interminable list of audiences and meetings with the members of the council and other courtiers, (name) and Elrond signed together a trade agreement that formally opened Taurdôr’s borders to a selected number of merchants from Lindon, while a few (few) of their own goods would be sent to the largest towns of the other kingdom to be sold. A diplomatic pact was also ratified, with which the two parts formally recognized each other and formally pledged their friendship - without elaborating on the rights and duties the pact entailed.

It was little, a drop of water in the sea compared to what the two old friends hoped to build, but it was a start and, more importantly, they had been able to convince a majority of the council members and a few of the most influential nobles of the court of the goodness of their project - quite a task, all things considered.

That night, a great feast was held at court, to celebrate the beginning of a more proactive role for Taurdôr in the politics of Arda… and to honour Elrond, whose departure from the realm was scheduled for the next day.

As he stepped into the huge, festively decorated ballroom, the Half-Elf felt suddenly overwhelmed, all too aware that all the eyes in the room had immediately turned to him; he smiled, vaguely embarrassed, and greeted a few of the courtiers he had gotten to know since his arrival. Several of them seemed to interpret the gesture as an invitation, and a clump of Elves quickly gathered around him, asking about the court of Lindon, the goods that could be bought and sold in its markets, and even the presence of unmarried ladies in its most powerful noble families. 

Elrond did his best to answer every question posed to him, but was relieved when Gwestor, having noticed his uneasiness and taken pity on him, forced his way through the throng, slipped his arm under the Half-Elf’s, and led him away towards a more peaceful corner of the hall, close to the harpists and lute-player whose sweet notes were livening up the evening. A large table held refreshments of every kind, including gallons of strong beverages, while a number of couples had already started dancing, the central area of the room having been reserved for such activity. 

“I hope you will forgive me, but I thought you needed saving.”

“I really did; thanks for saving me.” Elrond said, returning the amused smile of the other Elf; they obtained chalices of mulled wine from the tray of a passing servant, and sipped it together as Elrond looked all around him, quickly finding (name), more radiant than ever in a lavish dress of a colour that emphasised that of her eyes and hair; she was patiently listening to a richly-dressed Elf, who talked insistently not so much to but at her, clearly pleased to have the King’s attention focused on him. 

She was beautiful, Elrond thought, and so more than that; she was the most amazing and precious creature in all of Arda, and he was desperately in love with her - he had been for a long time, and he would tell her soon, he promised himself once more, all too aware that the time at his disposal was running out, even though the possibility of his dreams coming true seemed fainter with any passing hour.

Almost as if she had perceived that his thoughts were focused on her, (name) turned to Elrond and smiled at him, before briefly nodding towards the Elf next to her with an exasperated face she was then quick to hide; the Half-Elf smiled back, amused, but in his heart he had to admit he was more than a little jealous of her interlocutor.

“That is lord Voronil.” Gwestor murmured, having perceived the exchange of looks between the two old friends. (name) had told Elrond Gwestor was one of her closest allies at court, an Elf whose integrity and loyalty she trusted fully, and who had been kind to her since a chance meeting soon after the Elf-woman’s arrival in Taurdôr; Elrond liked him, and had appreciated the other Elf’s support as he and the King pleaded their cause with the court “His family is less powerful than many others, but he knows how to ingratiate himself to others and now there are many at court who favour him or are in his debt.”

“Oh, I know.” Elrond answered “Lord Voronil was quick to introduce himself to me when (name)... when the King and I presented our project for an alliance to the court; I had the impression he would have readily objected even on the sort of boots I was wearing that day if he could.”

Many Elves of the court supported Voronil against the alliance, and at first it had been disheartening to see how large and committed the opposition to their project was; but (name), who knew the Elves of Taurdôr much better than he did, hadn’t looked intimidated, and Elrond had decided to follow her example. With time and patience, they had been able to convince many of their critics that a trade deal and a few diplomatic visits wouldn’t hurt, especially if it helped find new buyers for their goods, and business partners of other sorts. Voronil had remained one of the few who refused to even discuss the matter, and had not hidden his discontent when a majority of the court had voted in favour of a commercial agreement with Lindon.

Gwestor smiled gently. “Don’t take it personally; Voronil disapproves of many, especially of those who do not fawn over him but the King favours.” he confided; lowering his voice to a whisper, he added “I have also heard that he requested an audience with her when the two of you were alone in her apartment at night.”

Elrond felt panic rise in his stomach. “How do you…?”

“The servant who came to call her is the son of my steward; he confided in me that Voronil had paid a few pages to inform him as soon as the two of you were alone. I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t have anything important to tell her, but simply kept her occupied long enough your time together had to be postponed.”

According to what (name) had told him on the next day, Voronil did apparently have an important matter to discuss with her, if not something so urgent it couldn’t wait until the next morning -namely, a request for military help from a relative of his, whose neighbour kept invading his domain, taking advantage of the lack of guards at the borders- but when Voronil had shown her the letter his relative had sent, (name) had read it had been sent weeks before, as if the lord had forgotten about it until that moment - or had decided not to plead it with the King until it had realised the letter could be the excuse he needed to interrupt her and Elrond’s moment together.

“He’s interested in her.” he pointed out softly, noticing the discreet but insistent way Voronil attempted to take (name)’s hand, indifferent to the King’s polite but determinate refusals “Is he not?”

Gwestor grunted. “He is interested in her power, which he hopes to share in becoming Prince consort.” he corrected “I’m sure he doesn’t care for the King in the slightest. He could never make her happy; he would not try either.” 

Elrond remained silent.

“I have also heard some courtiers discuss whether your King could marry ours, in order to consolidate the relations between the two realms and ensure a lasting peace.”

“That… would be reasonable.” Elrond admitted; Gil-Galad had never mentioned the possibility to ask for (name)’s hand in order to secure the alliance, not to mention he had always seemed perfectly at ease in his bachelorhood, but one could never know “Our King thought well of her, and has sent her precious gifts.”

“I’m sure he did. Of course, there is more to a marriage than that, is there not?”

Elrond didn’t answer; he reflected for a while, looking at how (name) was clearly growing impatient at how Voronil tried to monopolise her attention. In the end, he brought the chalice to his lips and swallowed the wine in a long gulp.

“Could I beg a favour of you?” he whispered, without looking away from the Elf-woman “Would you distract Voronil for a minute?”

Clearly amused, Gwestor answered he would try, no matter how unpleasant Voronil could be; he approached the couple and, after bowing low to the King, turned towards the other Elf and put himself between the two. Elrond couldn’t hear what he was saying, but a minute later the councillor had all but dragged away a partially recalcitrant Voronil, who seemed too taken aback from the intervention to protest.

(name) was now alone; Elrond knew he had no time to waste, unless he wanted someone else to approach her.

“You look lovely.” he murmured as he joined her; she had probably been paid the same compliment dozens of times already, but the Elf-woman smiled, clearly flattered. 

“Thank you. I hope you enjoy the evening, Elrond; you’re the guest of honour, and I will never forget all the help you have given me. If one day an alliance will exist between Lindon and Taurdôr, it will be in large part thanks to you.”

Elrond waved his hand to gently refuse those compliments. “We have worked together.” he pointed out “The credit should belong to both, and don’t forget we still have much to do.”

“We do.” (name) admitted, and she smiled “But I think we can rest for one night, and indulge in a bit of merriment.” 

Elrond agreed. He considered inviting (name) to dance, or offering to get her something to drink, but then he remembered his bags were already half-packed on the floor next to his bed; he swallowed. “Would you like to go outside for a moment?” he asked in a whisper, hoping against hope for a positive answer; he knew the King was expected to entertain his guests and welcome visitors, and she couldn’t very well hide to spend time with a single person - even the guest of honour.

But (name), once more, surprised him. “Please.” she promptly answered “I’ve been here for less than an hour and I feel myself suffocating already.”

They left the ballroom together, indifferent to the many who saw them and immediately started gossiping about it, and (name) led Elrond towards a small patio surrounded by tall ivy-covered marble columns, soft grass rustling under their feet.

“And so you're going to leave tomorrow.” (name) stated, her tone neutral.

“I am. I am grateful for your hospitality, and everything you have done to make my stay pleasant.”

“Of course; you know how happy I have been to have you here, after so many years. I…”

“Yes?” Elrond prompted; he stepped closer to her, close enough he could smell her perfume, sweet and intoxicating. His friend bit her lip, as if unsure of what to say; Elrond had already seen shyness on her face, but now… now (name) looked terrified.   

“I was simply thinking… how good it would be, and how happy I would feel, if you could stay a little longer; much longer, ideally.” she confessed in the end precipitously, as if afraid her courage would fail before she could reach the end of her statement “I… I miss you already, even though you haven’t left yet; and if I think that tomorrow we’ll have to say good-bye, and I might not see you for months… it makes me want to cry.”

Elrond didn’t speak.

“Forgive me, I’m… I’m behaving like a petulant child. You have your own life, and things much more interesting to do than… entertaining a lonely Elf-woman. This is embarrassing, I’m sorry, I must have made you…”

“What if I did?” Elrond murmured; he took her hand, and (name), who was blushing furiously, turned towards him.

“W-what?”

“I said, what if I could stay much longer?” he specified, growing bolder with any passing second “What if I could stay here, with you, as long as we both wanted me to? Perhaps… even forever?”

(name) looked at him, almost incredulous, as if she didn’t dare believing what his friend’s words seemed to suggest. “Elrond…”

The Half-Elf smiled; a tenderness he had never experienced had filled his heart. “My darling (name)... I have been in love with you for so long, even though it took me a long time to realise it.” he murmured; he brought her hand to his lips, and he felt it shaking as he devotedly kissed her fingers “I know my standing at court is different from yours, I know you may decide to marry for the sake of your kingdom; I ask nothing of you, but to believe my heart is yours and forever will be, and nothing would make me happier than…”

He couldn’t finish the sentence; he didn’t need to, because he had already said enough, he had said everything he felt and more than (name) hoped him to say; radiant of joy, she gently took his face in her hands and pressed her lips to his, a sweet kiss, relatively chaste but fierce, a kiss that was quickly reciprocated, with a moan that was joy and relief.

She didn’t say I love you too. She didn’t say I have loved you in silence for a long time and I would have told you soon, had I not decided it was my duty to leave and take care of my family. She didn’t say I have never stopped thinking about you, and hoping one day I would have the chance to tell you what I felt. She couldn’t have, since her mouth was otherwise and happily occupied, but (name) knew her actions spoke better than her words ever could, and that Elrond knew her well enough to perceive her joy, and gratitude, and hope in the future they could build together. 

And even if he couldn’t, that was fine; she’d make sure to prove her devotion to him from that day onward, until he had to depart and even beyond that; destiny had given her a second chance at love, and she was determined not to waste it. 

“Are you sure?” Elrond wondered after a while, having finally broken the kiss; he was breathless, and he had never looked so enticing “You’re a King, you should… marry an Elf worthy of you…”

“And you are not?”

“You know what I mean. There are many both here and at the court of Lindon who would rather see you marry Gil-Galad, or another King, to secure an alliance; I know how devoted you are to the well-being of your kingdom, I do not want to… complicate things…”

(name) smiled; she knew how honourable Elrond could be, and she loved him for that, but she also wanted to show him that she would let nothing, and no one, separate them.

“There is nothing I wouldn’t do to ensure the safety and the well-being of Taurdôr.” she stated, holding Elrond’s hands in hers “And yes, I might have decided for an arranged marriage, had things been different; but you, Elrond… you are too important and too dear to me to be renounced. I love you; and I will have no one but you. Whatever the future may bring, I want to be with you forever.”

They kissed again, laughing, crying, and exchanging promises; (name) moaned softly as Elrond gently pushed her against one of the columns, their bodies so close they could feel each other’s heartbeat against their chest. Soft music reached the patio from the ballroom, but neither noticed it, both King and herald too engrossed in each other to pay any mind to what happened around then.

“I have been thinking about sending my own ambassador to Lindon.” she murmured, her mouth still busy worshipping Elrond’s “I think lord Gwestor would be perfect for the role; he could stay at Gil-Galad’s court for a while, discussing the alliance and proposing a closer relationship between our kingdoms. What do you think?”

“It sounds like a splendid idea, my King. This would also mean, obviously, that I’d have to remain here with you.”

“Exactly. Unless, of course, you’d rather return home…”

Elrond smiled; he circled (name)’s hips with his arm, moving slightly as he felt her hands rest on his shoulders. “I’ll never leave.” he promised, before claiming her lips in a kiss once more “I’ll never want to leave, at least. I promise.” 

[maximwtf]

“listlessness.”

 Elrond x Reader

words: 2170

google docs pages: 4

warnings: Hurt with no comfort, death, griefing

opening: After your passing, Elrond tries to shake off the memories of you in every room of his house. Though, this task proves to be harder than he could have ever imagined. 

AN// Reader can be any gender. I haven’t written a good old angst in a while, and I feel like this had to be done because of that. Went full on out with this, angst with absolutely no comfort :”D I used lyrics from this beautiful -> song

           “listlessness.”

You’d fallen ill one day, and as much as you kept telling Elrond that you’d be fine, he kept fussing over you. Neither of you could figure out what was wrong, and your condition kept getting worse by the time wasted with no answers on how to help. Even when you had become bedridden, you kept telling the Lord of Rivendell that you’d bounce back up eventually, that if he just calmed down for a moment, things would get better. That of course never changed anything, his care for you combined with the mind of a healer didn’t allow him to get almost any rest at all as he fussed over you. It hurt to watch him be so worried, ignoring some of his duties while trying his best to find answers, to find a cure. 

At some point guests and other elves had started to notice the way he had changed. You told him this, told him that people would find out about the secret the two of you had kept so well hidden for so long. You’d been courting him, silently and out of the picture since neither of you wanted to reveal it so suddenly, but took your time with it instead. Elrond’s children had their suspicions, but they kept it to themselves, having respect for their father and his relationships. But it was the guests and Elrond’s assistants and such that worried you, even when the mystery illness was bringing you down along with it. He heard your concerns, and as much as he worried about others finding out before it was the right time for it, he did not care. No secret he could have thought of was so important, as to surpass your wellbeing. That was of the utmost importance to him, had always been. 

Time had started to pass in a weird pattern for you, sleeping had become such an important part of your day that it had begun to feel like it was the only thing you were able to do. Sometimes when you woke up, Elrond was there. He’d talk to you for as long as you were able to talk. Sometimes you tried to stay awake past your limits, but in those cases Elrond would stop the conversations. He was not stupid, and as much as he loved spending time with you, he was not going to allow you to harm yourself by talking to him. He would assure you that he’d be right back whenever you woke up again, leaving you to sleep. 

This lasted for some time, Elrond visiting you while working and trying to find a cure. But internally the both of you knew that you didn’t have much time left. And if the cure didn’t magically appear, you wouldn’t make it for much longer. Either way it hurt Elrond to watch you suffer through every day, fighting with the small amounts of energy that you still had within you. You’d always been so strong. So in a way, he was glad. Glad, when he had entered the all too familiar room from the past months where he found you unresponsive. He silenced the spikes of grief in that moment with the thought of it being selfish. Selfish to miss you so, when he knew it was better this way if it had been him who had failed to find the cure. You could now rest at ease.

Maybe it was the whole of Rivendell, or perhaps it was just him. But everything felt silent, a colourless silence that had overtook the whole building, a feeling that followed the Lord of Rivendell wherever he went. Elrond continued to complete his duties as he had before, with the same care. But out of all the burdens that he had been through within his whole long life, this one’s weight was heavy. Heavier than he could have ever imagined. He had told himself in the past that he understood that you were a human, that you’d live a life that would pass fastly in his eyes. That if he was going to go further, to court you, he’d have to come to terms with that. And that was something you had asked for him to understand as well, knowing how important he was to Rivendell. But you had not lived the long life he had wished for you to have, the life that you had deserved to live. It’d been cut short, way too short. 

There is still an empty shelf in the closet for your belongings

Time passed, just as it had when you’d still been there with him. And time would keep passing by, no matter how much he wished for it to stop. Stop, just for a moment to give him time to think. To give him a moment to sit down and process. That was what his inner mind craved for, but what he did instead was continue life. He tried to block off the feeling, keeping himself busy and keeping the thought in his mind that it would have been selfish for him to feel the way he wished he could. Would have you wanted for him to cry after you, to seem clingy for something that wasn’t there anymore?

But his attempts at that were most of the time useless. Every time he was left alone, with no duties to go complete, the thoughts and memories came back. You’d been with him every day, in the same house with him for so long. He hadn’t had the heart to throw away your belongings yet, he did not wish to touch them. They felt pure in a way as they were, the last person who had been in contact with them being you. Though he knew he should put them away. If not throw away then perhaps store them somewhere close to him. Maybe that seemed silly, foolish of him even. 

He should have by now been used to loss. He’d seen many failed attempts with healing others, and this should have been just like that. But that was again what he kept telling himself. 

One day he took it upon himself to empty the shelves in your shared quarters. He did end up saving the items, storing them away for he did not have the heart to get rid of them. The grief he hadn’t let wash over him was making him do it, whether he liked it or not. And Elrond let it. He had thought of asking for someone else to do it for him, but that felt wrong as well. He wanted to heal himself in a way, but that was not something he was used to. So he believed that doing this may have been the help he needed.

and space for you on the bed, still waiting

But that was not the only thing he wasn’t used to. With the countless memories he had with you in the house, in all of the rooms there was one that reminded him of you the most. Mornings and nights that used to be a comfort for him before entering another hectic day had now turned into something he wished he could avoid. The now half empty bed he had shared with you, the place that had taken you ages to get used to sharing even when Elrond had told you countless times that it was okay. That place was now strange without you there. Even giving it a look, not daring to lay down brought a nowadays familiar feeling to him. The burn that started from the back of his throat and then moved up to the back of his eyes and soon brought up tears, which he shook off every time. 

waiting for you to silently press your head on my chest, when you can’t sleep

As many times as he tried, the tears always welled back up. Shaking them away never helped, and Elrond knew that. He had tried it multiple times, at the start- and at the end of every day since you had left and never did it work. But nevertheless he needed sleep. He could work as much as he wanted and try to ignore his emotions, but at some point he needed to stop and get some rest. It humoured Elrond to hear himself tell the patients he took care of to get some rest. That they’d feel better after that when he himself hadn’t slept in an unforgivable time. Elrond wasn’t one to self neglect, but the loss he was feeling was too much to bear in his sleep. He could go for a good long while before he felt the need to get any rest, but alas it still caught up to him. 

So he still laid down, still tried to take care of himself. He did it because he knew that’s something you would have wanted him to do even if you weren’t there anymore. That was one of the rare thoughts that gave him peace of mind. Everything that used to be familiar and comforting on the bed was now gone.

Due to him not having to sleep as much as a human, he had never been a heavy sleeper. He woke up easily, which had never bothered him. Most of the time he’d simply been there for you, and enjoyed stirring awake to you cuddling up closer. It gave him a reason to not get up until you’d wake up again, a reason for his mind to stop thinking about all the duties he had to fulfil. He was occupied. 

I’m missing you here, every day so much

Elrond knew people eventually started to notice his change, and if someone dared to ask him if he was alright, he insisted. Insisted that he would be fine, and that this was going to pass so there was no need to worry. At some point he even believed it himself. In his long lifetime he had seen and experienced so much, and he had learned to put his trust on time. As it passed, he had always begun to feel better as he moved on. Though, this sadness felt different, still just as heavy as before. 

Elrond still kept on doing the routines he had followed before all this. He dined with his family, sometimes even had guests over to eat with him. Of course, word got around and at some point the people he had over also knew of what had happened. Not only did they know of your passing, but they had started to wonder why he cared so deeply about one mortal from all of the people Elrond had taken care of in his life. Of course at some point it started to be clear to them that he must have been courting you, but since neither of you hadn’t had the time to reveal it officially, none of his guests asked him about it. In this way, showing their respect for the man.

I’ll keep putting out a plate for you, even if you never came again

The chefs had stopped putting out a plate for you soon after your passing had been announced, though Elrond had not come to that realisation for a long time after. He used to have supper with you, alone. He’d made time for that every day, because he enjoyed the company you provided when there was no one else around. Sometimes the shared dinners became a little hectic, and as much as he did not mind it at all, he held it close to his heart whenever he saw you arrive at the shared table for supper. 

So each time for supper he had found himself at that same table, putting out a plate for you. The first time he felt his heart ache, pull in different directions as he took a deep breath and collected the utensils away. By now, whenever he found himself repeating the same action he didn’t remove the plates. Maybe somewhere in his mind he was wishing you’d arrive back at some point, as foolish as that thought may have been. 

I’m missing you here, every day so much

After all this time, after all his duties, he always found himself leaving his study and making his way outside. The house and all the rooms within it felt less homely than they ever had before. So his mind made him wander back into the gardens, where he sometimes sat for hours. A place where he could be alone, where he didn’t used to be alone. But even without your physical presence there, it somehow didn't feel as pressuring as the air in the house. The usually calm sigh he used to calm himself was shaky today. From stress and piled up grief. When the first tear rolled down his cheek, the warmth within him in that moment felt like it started to return the colours around him. Slowly, but they started to come back. 

AN// I felt like I made this a little longer than necessary, but hopefully no one minds. Either way I feel like we need some more Elrond content here !

[why-what-no]

First Meeting

Pairing: Elrond (ROP) x Reader

Warnings: None, Some Silmarillion Lore Mentions

Summary: After a lifetime of Elrond imagining what would happen when he first met his love, the half-elf encountered a being in the forest that left him awestruck.

Requested by: @writing-fanics

Throughout his life, Elrond had always tried to imagine his future love. Creating images in his head about what they would look like or what their personality would be. There'd be so many scenarios in his head about what he and them would do together. And most importantly, their first meeting.

He had always been a romantic, teased by his brother for it. But the teasing had always been gentle, and Elrond had always known that his brother had admired that romantic quality of his.

When he got older, however, he knew that he had to leave those thoughts behind. His career had to take precedent. Slowly, ideas for how to improve Middle Earth took over his ideas of love. Keeping busy and putting his whole heart and mind into his ambition. When Elrond cared about something, he made sure to make it his top priority.

But in the evening, when he was settling down for bed, some of those hopes and dreams for a relationship would return. When he couldn’t hide the fact that he sometimes felt so lonely.

His brother was gone, his friends were either his superiors or were always traveling to far off lands. The idea of someone putting him first, and letting him put them first, was a powerful desire

Despite that, however, Elrond went on with his life. Until everything he had pushed into the back of his mind happened.

Until the imagined "first meeting" was a reality.

There was a forest around Lindon that Elrond loved to walk through on those days where he needed a break from his duties. The leaves providing a gentle shade, a gorgeous green that brought a relaxing atmosphere. There was a feeling in that forest, like time stood still and allowed him to be free.

It was there that he finally met (Y/N). When the sound of a cracked branch brought his attention to the person agilely climbing down from one of the trees. Jumping down and landing gracefully just feet away from Elrond. 

He could only stop and stare.

It was obvious from the pointed ears and the lovely features that she was elvish. But the half-elf could swear that in all his life, he had never been so captivated by another being like he was with her. 

Elrond had heard stories of Thingol, the first King of Doriath, when he met his wife Melian, one of the Maia.

He had been traversing through forests to visit his friend when he came across Melian, awestruck by her beauty. He took her hand, and for years he stood there with her, having forgotten his people from the sight of the powerful and beautiful being. 

It was in the moment when he saw (Y/N) that he finally understood the spell that had taken over King Thingol. 

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It was only because of great luck to those who depended on Elrond that he only stayed, basking in her presence, for a few days. But he could barely bring himself to care. Needing to know her, to learn her name and the things that brought her joy.

When he finally left, he vowed to return as soon as possible. 

(Y/N) lived in the forest, keeping to herself. The nature brought her joy and the animals were her friends. But when she met Elrond, she knew that there would be a chance that she would give that up to be with him. 

He would never ask her for that, knowing how special the trees and land around Lindon was. However, to (Y/N), he was the most special thing she had ever seen. She just wants to see him every day.

As for Elrond, those fantasies of meeting his love had disappeared, finally having met the person he knew that he would spend the rest of his life with.

And no one else could possibly compare to her.

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[yourlocalfriendlyhobbit]

Imagine: Elrond (RoP)

Pairing: Elrond x (human) Reader

Part 2

Warnings: None.

Gender neutral, no hair/eyes/skin colour mentioned. might be a little OOC.

A/N:

I love the show so much, and Elrond just stole my heart the second he appeared on screen <3 ! he’s just so cute!

I kinda got carried away... and i have almost 0 writing skills. you've been warned.

also, english is not my native language, i apologise for any mistakes. and i tried to add some elvish in this, but i’m not sure if i got the translation right...

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The sun was barely peeking behind the horizon when you started to wake up. The slightly open window of your chambers allowed the smell of the morning dew on flowers and grass to enter the room, and the faint breeze coming with it caused goosebumps to appear on your arms. You pulled the covers around yourself a little more, wishing nothing more than to go back to sleep before ultimately having to get up to attend to your duties. In your half asleep state, you didn't hear the door slowly opening, or the light footsteps approaching your bed...

Elrond had started the preparation for his journey when the moon was still high in the sky, and having almost finished, he decided to sneak into your room to wake you up. He was to leave in the evening, and you wouldn't be able to see each other for a month at best. He was determined to spend as much time as possible with you today.

Swiftly, he entered your room, and walked to your bed where you were almost asleep again. A small smile tugged at his lips. He crossed the room without a sound, and sat next to you, careful to not startle you. He reached out to touch your face delicately; his fingers grazing your cheeks and forehead. After a few minutes, he decided to gently wake you up, he leaned in and placed small kisses on your temple, muttering sweet nothings in between each kisses.

It took you a few seconds to realise what was happening; to realise your lover was beside you, giving you affection. In your opinion, there was no better way to wake up.

With a sigh, your eyes fluttered open and you were greeted by the handsome face of the elf who stole your heart. You rolled on your back and smiled at him, taking the hand that was touching your face in yours.

“Good morning...”

“Good morning my love. Did you sleep well?”

You hummed while nodding your head.

“Yes, but I could have used an hour or two more, though.”

He let out a breathy laugh. You sat up and leaned your head on his shoulder.

“Aren’t you supposed to get ready for your journey?”

You asked as he gently rubbed the back of your head with his free hand.

“The preparation are almost finished. Someone else will take care of what’s left. I just wish to spend the day with you.”

It was no secret that the both of you hated being apart; when he had to leave for a long period of time, he always looked for a way to get you to join the travel, that way you were by his side, and he could subtly show you off to the world.But his time, he couldn’t bring you along...

“I have to help in the library today.”

You reminded him.

“Do not worry about that. I made sure they wouldn’t need you...” 

He really had planned everything. Not that you were complaining.There was nothing you loved than to spend a day with him. Especially since you wouldn’t be able to for some time.

“Then, why don’t we lay down for a while longer, and then we��ll enjoy the rest of the day until you have to leave?”

You suggested, pulling away from him. He kissed your forehead, and smiled.

“Very well, meleth nin (my love)”

You moved to give him some space to lay down. Once Elrond was comfortably settled on your bed, you cuddled up to him, resting your head on his chest. He wrapped his arm around you and took your hand that was resting on his chest in his. his warmth was slowly but surely lulling you back to sleep, but before sleep could fully take hold of you, you heard him whisper:

“Melin le (I love you)”

You woke up two hours or so later. Elrond was awake too, he probably didn't sleep at all. Je gazing lovingly at you, like he always did when he looked at you. With a sigh, you sat up and leaned in to give Elrond a kiss. You both got out of the bed and he left the room to let you get ready, telling you he would wait for you on a balcony down the corridor. You went to the bathroom attached to your chambers to wash up quickly. Once finished, you went back to your room and got dressed.

You didn't waste any more time and ran out, almost slamming the room behind you, to join Elrond. You found him, like he said, on the balcony, looking out at the sea, a serene smile on his face. You knew he heard you coming but that didn't stop you from running into his back to hug him. You both laughed as he took your hands in his, turned into your embrace and kissed your forehead. He then let go of your right hand and led you out to start your day together...

...

The day was spent laughing, talking about anything and everything, sharing kisses and words of love, in the meadow where he always go when he wants to be left alone. Time passed to quickly for both of you, as you had to walk to the gates of Lindon to meet with the other elves who would be travelling with him.

When you arrived, everything was ready for his departure. Elves were busying themselves around the horses and the carts, not paying attention to you two.

Elrong took both your hands in his when you stopped walking. He looked deep into your eyes and kissed your knuckles.

"Are you sure there is no chance of me going with you?"

You asked him, for what feels the thousandth time, and even though you already knew the answer.

"Sadly no. I've pleaded the High King many times, but the answer remains the same."

He looked as saddened as you. You huffed and looked behind him far into the distance, at nothing in particular. Elrond held your chin between his thumb and index finger and turned your face to his, so you could look into his eyes.

"Do not be upset my love. I don't like the idea of leaving when you feel like that..."

You smiled as best as you could. It was but a sad smile, knowing that you would be alone for a month, as most of the elves usually ignored you. A single tear feel down your cheek at the thought, and Elrond was quick to catch it with the pad of his finger. He let his hand rest on your cheek. He just looked at you, as if it would be the last time he saw you. Then, he kissed you. The kiss was passionate and full of love. He didn't care at all if the others saw; they didn't matter for him. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, eyes still closed. You could faintly hear the elves around you, talking and giving orders... What snapped you both back was the one that said that it was time to leave. But you didn't moved one bit.

"I guess it's time to say goodbye..."

You said.

"I'll be back before you realise, my love, do not worry."

He gave you a bright smile to try and cheer you up a little. You put your hand on his, that didn't leave your cheek. You smiled bak at him, and then kissed his palm. He was about to say something else but once again, an elf insisted it was time for them to be on their way...

"Melin le, nin elena (I love you, my star)"

"I love you too"

...

You stood in the same spot you were when he left, you just turned around to look at him slowly going in the forest. A few steps into it, Elrond turned around to look at you. He gave you a small wave and turned back around to catch up with the others. You watched them until they completely disappeared into the forest.

You didn't know if he was right, if this month would go by quickly, but Lindon surely would be quite dark to you, without your lover to brighten your days...

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[victoria-styles]

I noticed on your ao3 you like Elrond from lotr. Got any smutty suggestions?

Please don’t be shy to ask me any questions about locating a fic!

I have 355 Harry Styles, 177 Vikings (2013 TV show), 14 Gotham (2014 TV show), 18 Avatar: The Last Airbender, 9 Harry Potter, and 5 Lord of the Rings (Elrond Peredhel) recs saved!

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[writing-fanics]

Hello! I saw that you are writing for rings of power elrond. Would you please write my request?

So the reader is his fiancee, and she is going into khazad dum with him. Watching the rock breaking rite, (of course she is the only one supports elrond), visiting durin's family and staying for dinner!

Please give me a feedback! Send me a message if you are accepting or declining because I am curious hehe. (And if you decline I can ask other writers) Thank you see you!

elrond peredhel x f!reader

The dwarves chant, "Dûm!" as Elrond and [Y/n] enter the room and the dwarves begin laughing. Then Durin walks and Elrond smiles seeing his old friend, "My heart sings to see you, old..." Elrond says, but is then cut off by Durin.

"The Elf Elrond has invoked the Rite of Sigin-tarâg." Durin says, and the dwarves laugh once more, "The Dwarven test of endurance, fashioned by Aulë himself." He says.

"Once we lift our hammers, we shall break the great stones until one of us can break no more." He says, as the dwarves cheer.

He then turns to look towards Elrond, "Should the Elf forfeit, he will be banished from all Dwarven lands." He says. [Y/n] looks at Elrond then back towards Durin as he continued to give his speech.

"Forever!" He says. Looking at Elrond, "Does the Elf understand?" he asks. "The Elf does," Elrond says, looking at Durin.

"In the unlikely event, the Elf should win... " Durin laughs, at the possibility of Elrond actually winning, "We shall grant a single boon." He says.

"But should he lose..." He says, "Banished. Yes. Understood." Elrond says.

"Mmm. Begin!" Durin says, and the sound of a horn blowing echoes throughout. As the dwarves start chanting the name of their prince, the test of endurance begins.

[Y/n] watches from the sidelines as Elrond raises; the hammer and breaks each stone. Watching as it became harder and harder for him to continue, until he finally stopped. The Dwarves cheered once more the name of their prince. "A dog may bark at the moon. But he cannot bring it down. Take your leave." Durin says, looking at Elrond. Who was kneeling on the ground hammer still in hand exhausted, "Perhaps His Lordship would be willing to escort us to the exit?" Elrond asks, and During looks at him, "Gladly."

The lift clicks and starts creaking. "Remarkable. I never dreamed to find your city so changed." Elrond says. Durin with a slightly annoyed posture groans under his breath, "Now, 20 years will do that." Durin says, and Elrond turned to look at him,

"Has it been only 20?" Elrond says, looking at him, "You must tell me your secret." Durin says, annoyed and mockingly. "Our secrets are our own. Durin, have I offended you?" He asks,

[Y/n] elbowed Elrond slightly knowing he did something that made his friend upset, he rubs his arm slightly. "To answer that, we'd need a longer lift." Durin replies.

"If you wish to discharge me without explanation, that is your choice." Elrond replies, "You bet your feathery shirts it is." Durin says, and [Y/n] couldn't help but stifle back a laugh. Even though she's kind she'd occasionally make jokes about elves, and as well make fun of Elrond. Not in a hurtful way but in a way that would make even himself laugh.

"But before squandering the best opportunity any Dwarf-prince has had in a generation, you might at least listen to the proposal I bring," Elrond says, and once again [Y/n] elbowed him. Because obviously, Durin wasn't in the mood to hear a proposal.

"Ah, there it is. The true purpose of your visit." Durin says, looking over at Elrond, "You want something." He says.

"I journeyed here to see my friend, whom I've greatly missed." Elrond says, and Durin looks at him, "Missed? You missed my wedding. The birth of my children, two of them! You cannot barge into my mountain and demand I welcome you with open arms." Durin says, looking at Elrond.

"You cannot claim that which you discarded." He says, and [Y/n] glares at Elrond disappointed, "Discarded? Durin, I..." Elrond says, looking at Durin.

"Twenty years might be the blink of an eye to an Elf. But I've lived an entire life in that time. A life you missed." Durin grumbles and scoffs,

"So, what do you have to say to that... "Friend?" He finishes.

"Congratulations. On your wife, your children. I hope you can come to forgive me. And I would like very much to apologize to your family as well." Elrond apologizes.

"I will also apologize for his daftness," [Y/n] says smirking trying to lighten the mood. Elrond just likes at her shaking his head. Durin stifles back a laugh.

"you didn't come to my wedding but I will come to yours so better you two get married before I die," Durin says, grumbling as the lift stops and he leads them to his house to meet his wife Disa, so Elrond could apologize. And of course they ended up staying for dinner.

[A/n: sorry if this isnt to your liking and sorry for the long wait my life is just crazy rn]

[j-eryewrites]

Rings of power elrond bc I'm in love! Maybe elrond thought that she died but she actually was saved by the dwarves and lived with them since? But if you have own Ideas please do use them

REQUESTS OPEN!

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I loved writing this. Elrond is one of my favourite characters from the Rings of Power! I hope you enjoy this angsty/fluff/comfort fic.

Word Count: 3,402

Warnings: Mentions of characters’ deaths, angst, Elrond and Durin's friendship, the amazing Disa, etc.

*Afrell means friend in dwarvish (At least that is what google said)

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Fireworks flashed across the sky brightening the darkest corners of the great forest of Lindon. The shadows of the trees towering over all momentarily disappeared, illuminating Elrond’s view. Standing before the elven man was a carved wooden statue of a woman. There was no doubt about the Elvish talent for art. Despite the stiff and hardened wooden medium of the Lindon trees, the elvish artists were able to capture the breath of life. Every detail from the way the woman’s long hair fell over her shoulder cascading down her back to the way her eyes crinkled when in a smile. It was as if she, herself, was standing in front of him now, which made it even harder for Elrond to keep from crying. 

It had been ages since the last battle was fought in the war between good and evil, yet for an elf, it was a blink of an eye. One moment he remembered her standing by his side in the golden light of the sun. The shimmering leaves from the magnificent trees of Lindon fell down around her. Her hair danced in the wind as a breeze flew by. And in the next…she was gone. Middle earth seemed darker and more solemn without her radiant light by his side. They had all lost someone in the war. A war that only consumed until there would be nothing left. A war that had taken her. 

Elrond’s eyes glistened as he remembered his last memory of her. She stood amongst the other soldiers. All were dressed in the finest of armour the forges of the elves could produce. Her armour was designed with the crest of her family. A tribute to those whom she and others had lost before. Elrond approached her one last time. Her unit had been tasked to march out to battle. In an effort to help support those fighting on the front. He could recognize the fear and uncertainty in her eye as she said goodbye, for what was the final time. He hugged her, longer than he should have for appearance’s sake. Elrond remembers he felt embarrassed about it. An elf who prided himself on his intelligence and his ability to put his mind before his heart, yet here he was holding her as if she was the only thing he had left. Tears fell down freely now. How foolish he was to think like that. Now she is gone. A figure to be remembered by a carving in wood. A face among a sea of thousands who lost their lives. 

The crinkling of leaves caught Elrond’s attention as he quickly wiped his tears away, preparing the mask he always held nowadays.  

A gentle voice spoke. “I remember when the first of these were carved.” It was Galadriel. He could never have mistaken her voice for anyone else. 

His eyes, unable to hide their grief, peered at his friend. Her golden hair fell behind her as she made her way to him. Then she turned to look up at the figure before them, bowing her head in respect for the fallen. “The likeness of one fallen, preserved upon a living thing. I am sorry, my friend.” 

She brought her delicate hand to his face, feeling the remnants of his tears. “We all lost so much to the war…to an evil that I fear still endures.” 

“It is over. The evil is gone,” stated Elrond. He refused to believe otherwise. He refused to believe she died for no reason. That her life was taken in the name of an evil that still continues to breathe, while hers has been forever silenced. 

“Not from here,” she whispered. 

His eyes softened at the confession of his friend. “After all you have endured…It is only natural to feel conflicted.”

Galadriel scoffed, “Conflicted? I am grateful you have not known evil as I have. As she knew it.” Galadriel pointed towards the woman in the woods. 

Elrond’s jaw clenched. “I have seen my share.”

“Evil does not sleep, Elrond. It waits.” Galadriel explained. “In our moment of complacency, it blinds us.”

Elrond turned towards Galadriel. “Let us say that this enemy is out there somewhere, lying in wait. Do you truly believe seeking him out will satisfy you? That one more orc upon the point of your blade will bring you peace. If you are wrong…” Elrond warned. 

“I’m not wrong,” Galadriel seethed. Her eyes watering over as her darkest memories crept to the front. 

“If you are wrong,” Elrond trembled. “Will you lead more Elves to die in far-off lands? Like you led her into battle that day?” 

“She knew what she was getting herself into, Elrond.” Galadriel seethed. 

The pain Elrond so desperately tried to hide, escaped. “To convince yourself you have done enough, how many more statues would you add to this path? How many more will you take away?! No one in history has ever refused the call. Do so now, it may never come again. You will linger here, an outcast, poisoned in dark whispers and dreams.”

“Do you think my fate would be better?” Galadriel scoffed. “Where everything mocks the cries of battle in my ears? Where tears of joy mimic the sobs of those who lost…lost everything? You would leave all the horrors of Middle-earth alive in me? To thrive in me? Undying, unchanging, unbreaking into the land of winterless spring?”

Elrond took in a shaking breath and placed his hands on Galadriel’s shoulders. “Only in the Blessed Realm can that which is broken in you be healed. Go there. Go, and I promise you... If a whisper of a rumour of the threat you perceive proves true, I will not rest until it is put right. You have fought long enough, Galadriel. Put up your sword.”

She leaned into his touch as tears fell from her closed eyes. “What am I to be?”

“What you have always been. My friend.”

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Gil Galad had assigned Elrond to work under the mentorship of the great Celebrimbor, the master smith and last in the line of the House of Feanor. Celebrimbor confided in Elrond about his plans for the future of the elves, but they lacked one thing. A workforce mighty enough to construct it fast enough and to the standard to which all elves held themselves–perfection. 

Elrond knew of the expert craftsmanship that the noble race of the dwarves was known for. Their stubbornness and determination placed them high amongst the mighty races of middle earth.

“Have you considered seeking partners outside the confines of our own race?” He questioned Celebrimbor. 

“The dwarves. An alliance with them would be the diplomatic achievement of the age.” Elrond stated. “Their prince, Durin, is an old and dear friend. Almost like a brother to me.”

Celebrimbor raised his brow in interest. “I've heard the Dwarves have greatly expanded their halls of late. They... They sculpt the rock with the respect of one who cares for an aged parent. I've long wanted to see their work. I had no idea you admired them so. I admire all who can see into the mystery of things, who can divine from the plainness of what is, the beauty of what could be... Might your friend be able to grant me access to their workshops?

Elrond chuckled, “Oh if I know Durin, he'll do far more than that. He'll welcome us with open arms, rams' horns blaring, tables filled with salted pork, and enough malt beer to fill the Anduin.”

It was decided. They would embark to the great dwarven halls in search of help from the mighty race. The two of them arrived at the entrance. Confidently, Elrond knocked on the door. A hole made a scraping noise as it slid open revealing a dwarven guard. 

“What do you want?” The voice grumbled. It rang low and deep.

 “It is Elrond of Lindon, accompanied by Celebrimbor, Lord of Eregion. We seek an audience with Prince Durin.”

 “No.” Replied the dwarf. 

Elrond widens his eyes in astonishment. “My apologies. Inform Lord Durin that his friend, Elrond…”

The Dwarf interjected, “His judgment has already been rendered, Elf.”

Elrond’s jaw clenched as he thought of a way to see his old friend. A light grew in his eyes and then he exclaimed, “All right, then, my friend. I invoke the Rite of Sign-tarâg.”

Celebrimbor turned to Elrond and asked, “What is the Rite of…” but he was silenced by the low rumbling of the door opening. 

The Dwarves beckoned Elrond to enter. Their grunts and armour jingled.

“I'll rejoin you in Eregion. Are you certain you know what you're doing? Lord Celebrimbor, trust me. You are a master of your craft, my friend. Allow me a few days to work mine,” instructed Elrond as he disappeared into the dark depths of the mountain.

Elrond gasped in amazement as he was led–pushed through the great halls of Moria. It had changed so much in the span of a few years. He was taken to a room filled to the brim with dwarves. They were chanting in unison, drinks clinking and ale spilling on the floors. 

“Khazad!” A deep voice rang out. The crowd parted and Elrond took in the sight of his old friend Durin. Time had treated him well. 

“Dûm!” The other dwarves chimed in response. 

“My heart sings to see you, old…” Elrond smiled. 

“The Elf Elrond has invoked the Rite of Sigin-tarâg.” Durin scoffed. “The Dwarven test of endurance, fashioned by Aulë himself. Once we lift our hammers, we shall break the great stones until one of us can break no more.”

A cheer of shouts broke out from the crowd. 

Durin turned to Elrond a glare in his eye. “Should the Elf forfeit, he will be banished from all Dwarven lands. Forever!” The dwarves cheered. “Does the Elf understand? 

A pang of hurt flashed in Elrond’s eyes as he grasped the seriousness in his friend’s words. “The Elf does.” He muttered. 

“In the unlikely event, the Elf should win...We shall grant a single boon. But should he lose... Banished. 

“Yes. Understood.” Muttered Elrond. 

“Mm. Begin!” Exclaimed an elderly dwarf. 

A horn blew and cheers of Durin’s name filled every mouth in the crowd. The red-headed dwarf raised his axe high above his head. With a thud, he brought it down upon the large boulder. It shattered into a thousand pieces scattered across the room. 

Durin triumphantly looked towards Elrond. “Here we go, Elf.” 

Elrond nodded and raised his axe, bringing it down with a swift bang. The rock broke underneath his axe. Cheers and gasps erupted. The trial had begun. 

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Elrond’s muscles ached as he leaned against his axe. The cheers of the dwarves all around him pounded his head. He peered up at Durin who stood patiently waiting. His eyes narrowed and his face held an unreadable expression. 

Elrond stood and placed his axe on the ground. He had forfeited. 

“A dog may bark at the moon. But he cannot bring it down. Take your leave.” Durin sneered. 

“Perhaps His Lordship would be willing to escort me to the exit?” Elrond asked. 

“Gladly,” Durin grumbled. 

Durin had dragged Elrond out of the room and together they stepped on a lift to the exit. Elrond’s eyes scanned his surroundings taking in the beauty of the mountain. 

“Remarkable. I never dreamed to find your city so changed.”

“Now, 20 years will do that,” clarified Durin. 

“Has it been only 20? You must tell me your secret.”

“Our secrets are our own.” spat Durin. He crossed his thick arms over his torso.

Elrond’s eyes softened. “Durin, have I offended you?”

“To answer that, we'd need a longer lift.” Durin turned away from Elrond. 

“If you wish to discharge me without explanation, that is your choice.” Elrond calmly replied. 

“You bet your feathery shirts it is.”

“But,” Elrond placed his hand on Durin's shoulder, “before squandering the best opportunity any Dwarf prince has had in a generation, you might at least listen to the proposal I bring.”

He knocked the comforting hand away. “Ah, there it is. The true purpose of your visit. You want something.”

“I journeyed here to see my friend, whom I've greatly missed.”

“Missed?” scoffed Durin. “You missed my wedding. The birth of my children, two of them! Even if she's…” Elrond’s brow piqued interest. “Never mind,” brushed off Durin. “You cannot barge into my mountain and demand I welcome you with open arms. You cannot claim that which you discarded.”

“Discarded? Durin, I…” fretted Elrond. He leaned down towards Durin. 

“Twenty years might be the blink of an eye to an Elf. But I've lived an entire life in that time. A life you missed.” The lift came to an end and the entrance to the mountain was insightful. “So, what do you have to say to that... "Friend?"” blubbered Durin. 

“Congratulations,” Durin’s eyes widened at the words. “On your wife, your children. I hope you can come to forgive me. And I would like very much to apologize to your family as well. 

“Hmm,” grumbled Durin trying to hide his shock at Elrond’s statement. “One apology to Disa and you're off. No getting better acquainted. No reminiscing about the past. And absolutely no staying for dinner.”

“Understood.” smiled Elrond. 

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A beautiful sturdy woman gasped as Elrond and Durin entered his home. “Aulë's beard! No! This cannot be Elrond, can it?” She smiled. Her white teeth shimmered like the finest of gems the great mountain could prepare. 

 “I fear so, fair lady.” smiled Elrond. He bowed his head in greeting. 

“Durin didn't tell me you were coming,” she gasped. 

“Durin didn't know,” he mumbled as he rolled his eyes. 

“I've been remiss in not visiting sooner,” Elrond apologized. “An oversight, for which I am here to humbly ask forgiveness.”

“You're staying for dinner,” Disa commanded. 

Durin’s eyes widened, “He's leaving.”

“He's staying.” She glared at her husband. 

“He's leaving!”

“He's staying,” she said sternly. Her tense gaze lingered on Durin. 

The sweet sound of children laughing cut through the tension. 

“Hey! I told you two to stay out of my mind!” Durin reprimanded. 

 “And I thought Afrell told you wee monsters to stay in bed!” Laughed Disa. Oh, come on! Gerda! Gamli! Come on, hurry along.”

“Make yourself comfortable, please,” Disa told Elrond. 

“But not too comfortable,” grunted Durin as he made his way towards his children. Ushering them to bed.

“We’re expecting another guest, by the way, Durin. I invited Afrell.”

“Afrell?” wondered Elrond. 

Disa opened her mouth to explain, but Durin cut her off. “The children’s nanny of sorts.” Disa sent him a look and Durin only brushed it off. 

It wasn’t long before dinner was served and the three of them were enjoying a nice warm meal. Elrond placed his silverware on the table and turned to ask Disa a question. “How did you two first become acquainted?”

Disa smiled and glanced at her husband with loving eyes. “I was resonating in a freshly opened chamber, fairly confident we were onto a sizable silver deposit... 

"Resonating?" asked Elrond. “I've not heard of resonating.”

“It's when we sing to the stone. You see, a mountain is like a person. It's a long and ever-changing story made of countless small parts. Earth and ore, air and water.”

Durin began to slurp his drink loudly but was shushed when Disa shushed him with the edge of her elbow. 

“Sing to it properly,” she continued, “and each of those parts will reflect your song back to you, telling you its story, showing you what might be hidden, where to mine, where to tunnel, and... And where to leave the mountain untouched. 

“It is a beautiful tradition,” Elrond said softly. 

Durin rolls his eyes. “When’s Afrell joining us?” He asked. 

“She went to help Filgana with a few things. She will arrive when she is done.” She cleared her throat and turned back to Elrond. “Anyway, we're unpacking our tools, and my team suddenly grows quiet. Then, I see our prince. He's come to check on us. Far below his purview, mind you. At first, I thought it was merely curious. That is until he showed up at our next survey. And the one after that. And the one after that. Always did have a talent for lurking. Took weeks before he worked up the courage to court me properly.”

 “Two weeks at most.” Clarified Durin.

“It was five.” Stated Disa. Elrond chuckled. 

“You're lying,” he told his wife. “She's lying. She may play coy now, but she was a moon-eyed girl in love from the moment we met.” Disa shut him up with a loving kiss to his lips. 

“A very happy match, indeed.” Elrond smiled.  

“Should've been at the wedding,” grumbled Durin.

“Enough,” snapped Disa. 

Suddenly, the low hum of the door could be heard. “‘Bout time,” muttered Durin as he rose from his seat. Elrond raised his brow and turned towards the direction of the door. A slow heavy sound followed by the light step of a foot could be heard. “Let me…” muttered Durin. A grunting could be heard as a metallic sound hit the floor. Disa rose from her seat to greet, whom Elrond could assume was Afrell. He rose from his seat, his head nearly hitting the ceiling. 

Elrond froze as their guest came into view. His heart was now beating out of his chest and all form of formality was gone. 

“Sorry, I’m late Disa,” apologize a sweet voice. It had been ages since Elrond had heard a sound like that. Its sweet melody turned sour in his memory after that fateful day. But the light had returned, and his heart felt light. 

“Nonsense, you’re here now,” Disa exclaimed. 

The woman brought her gaze from the floor and halted in her steps. Durin came from behind her and then looked between his friend and Afrell. 

Elrond whispered your name as if he was saying a prayer. She was still as beautiful as the day he lost her. Her hair is now slightly longer. The flow of it highlights her figure. Her smile is as full of light and life as he last remembered it. Her eyes are deep and calm, yet her cheeks were flushed. His eyes fell over her, taking her in. He looked down towards her leg and noticed a metallic contraption around it. It glowed in the light like a star. The metal spiraled around her ankle and ended at her hip holding her leg in place. 

“Elrond?” you muttered in disbelief. “Is that you?”

He rushed towards her, almost tripping over his gown. He steadied himself on her forearms. Slowly, he brought a hand to brush through her hair. Then he cupped her cheek. It was warm. 

“You’re alive?” shuddered Elrond. His eyes are glassy and wide. 

She chuckled. Oh, how he had missed that sound. “They found me underneath a pile of orcs. I was still breathing, but unconscious. The dwarves nursed me back to health. Well…” she explained. She looked towards her leg entangled in the metal. “My leg was crushed. I wasn’t able to walk., except Durin here,” She nodded towards Durin, and he sheepishly looked away as Elrond glanced at him. “He made this brace for me and helped me walk again.”

“Why didn’t you come to find me?” pondered Elrond still in shock.

“It was only until a few years ago I was able to stand on my own.” She glanced down. “I had to repay them for saving my life, so I’ve been using my medicinal skills here and there. At least until my debt has been paid.”

“For the last time lass, you have no debt,” exclaimed Durin. 

Elrond’s eyes glanced over you again as if trying to mark your image in his memory forever. “You’re here.” 

She smiled and leaned into his hand. “I’m here, nin mel”

Elrond felt a tear escape and fall down his cheek. She smiled and gently wiped it away. He brought his forehead to rest on hers. She was here. She was alive. She was safe. 

Durin cleared his throat. “Kiss already, would you?! Dinner’s waiting.”

Disa hit him on the shoulder, and he yelped out. She took it upon herself to drag Durin out of the room, offering the two of you some privacy. You laughed and so did Elrond. Your eyes flickered down as the fire crackled in the background. 

Your laugh was contagious. Taking a finger, Elrond gently lifted your chin up. He gazed lovingly into your eyes, and you held your breath. His eyes flickered between yours his heavy breaths tickling your face. Slowly, he closed the distance and did what he wished he did that day you rode off out of his sight. His eyes closed as his soft lips met hers. He kissed you, forever sealing you with him in his memory.

You were alive. You were together. You were back in his arms. You were safe. 

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[the-wandering-wonder]

By The River

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

Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Word Count: 1,334

Rating: T (angst)

Chapter: 1/1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Beautiful.” He murmurs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This troubles you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“An unpleasant memory?”

“No, not at all. I just…I miss him.”

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

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

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

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

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

“No.” You say softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I would never abandon you.” 

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

“ Melethril…”

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

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

“I will always come back to you…”

[child-of-the-nights]

hello! could u maybe write something for elrond where he gets injured saving reader and she shuts off and starts avoiding him because it made her realize she loves him and she panicked? maybe she's a widow like him too? if not thank you anyway <33

I love Elrond so much so of course! Have fun reading!

Warnings: injury, near death experience, battle (so expect killing as well), angst (with happy ending) -> nothing graphic tho

A/N: the reader is an elven woman in this oneshot but let me know if you would like something else ^^

word count: 1676 words

Elrond x Fem! Elf! Reader: Elrond gets injured and Reader avoids him

Although Elrond never enjoyed putting his people's lives in danger, he would never refuse to assist those in need if requested. That is how he ended up in the middle of a bloody battlefield where armor, weapons, and bodies were being flung around like nothing. He was skilled enough in combat to protect himself from the enemy's blades, though. No matter how many orcs tried to attack him, he easily defeated them.

The battle raged on, the sound of blades deafening those involved. Arrows sped through the air and soon struck their victim, whose cries were barely audible. The elves fought with unmatched skill and grace, and Elrond slowly led them to victory. By that time, the orcs were outnumbered, and the elven Lord had some time to look around and aid his kin.

Amidst the chaos, Elrond caught sight of you, a brave and spirited elven woman, fighting alongside your people. You were as competent as anyone on the battlefield, but it so happened that you became trapped, surrounded by enemies, with no way out. Elrond jumped into action and moved swiftly to get to you without even pausing for a second. His blades cut through your foes before they could strike you down. Once they were all dead, he took a glance at you, trying to check if you were hurt but before he could proceed, an awful strike hit Elrond. He stumbled back, clutching his side, his face twisted in pain. The sight of his injury sent a shiver of terror through you.

"Baw (No)!" you yelled as you circled around Elrond to slay the orc. Your opponent died because he couldn't get his sword out of the elf's body in time.

Even though you wished to help Elrond, you were unable to do so since your foes spotted the opportunity and approached him. He fought bravely despite having a serious wound, albeit his posture wasn't as steady as before. You held your ground and defeated as many orcs as you could before the enemy decided to retreat.

When it was safe to do so, Elrond fell to his knees and groaned in pain. You rushed to his side and helped him to find a comfortable position. Shouts could be heard from afar, but you couldn't quite make out what they were saying.

"Everything will be fine." with great effort, Elrond reassured you, his voice strained but filled with determination. "Mae carnen. (You did well)."

You tried saying something, but words simply didn't come out of your mouth. Some fellow elves came to their Lord's aid as you stumbled back to give them space. It only dawned on you just now that if you hadn't found yourself in this situation, Elrond wouldn't have been injured. Everything after the battle happened so fast, the elven Lord got safely brought back to Rivendell, where the healer's immediately began to work, while the rest of the elves slowly traveled back.

It didn't feel real to be traveling back to your home. It was almost as if you were seeing with your eyes but your head was blank. Seeing Elrond on the ground had left your face pale. Everything that had happened felt too familiar. It seemed like the day's happenings were right out of your nightmares—the nightmares about losing your beloved spouse. You started crying as you thought back to that terrible day. After they passed away, Elrond was the one who helped you recover because he knew how painful it was to lose a loved one—possibly the most precious of them all. Elrond was the one who took the time to help you heal by lending you his wisdom.

Your sobbing became more intense with each thought. You had come to a realisation as you reflected on the time you spent together, the comfort his presence provided you, and the coldness the separation brought you. You suddenly realized what you had been experiencing while around him. It was love. You considered yourself dumb for only realizing that at the last second, just as you might lose him. And you were genuinely horrified by that.

Weeks passed as Elrond received treatment for his wounds in the security of Rivendell. When you learned of his recovery, you felt both relief and anxiety at the same time. Overwhelmed by the weight of your emotions, you withdrew, avoiding Elrond's presence, afraid of what your feelings meant and the vulnerability that accompanied it. But, Elrond being Elrond, you knew he had noticed it. Since you two were close, visiting him while he was recovering would have made sense. And yet, since the battle, he had not seen you. You ached to be by his side, to console and comfort him, but you were unable to.

As Elrond slowly regained his strength, he sought out your presence. Every time Lindir came by to let you know that Lord Elrond had asked for your presence in the gardens, you would come up with an excuse not to go. You avoided him at every turn, anxiously waiting for him to pass through the corridor. You could see how his gaze searched for you in the halls, but you were nowhere to be found. Elrond became very concerned and yearned to know why you had been avoiding him. It was unlike you to act like this.

Determined to understand the cause of your withdrawal, he sought you out, finding you in the quiet solace of Rivendell's library. You had been reading a book, trying to take your mind off of the elven Lord. That was until a gentle tap on your shoulder turned your attention away from the book. Your stomach dropped as you realised who had disturbed you. He took a seat beside you, without asking you first.

"What are you reading, exactly?" Elrond asked with curiosity.

Suddenly forgetting what you were reading, you looked down to view the cover. "Oh, I just grabbed something off the shelves." You tried to avoid making eye contact as you shook your head.

Elrond grew silent, noticing how even now, you tried to run away from him. It broke his heart that you grew to resent him so. If he had to be honest, Elrond fell for you a long time ago. He never really showed it but he longed for someone who could understand his pain. And then you appeared at his doorstep, asking for support after the death of your spouse. At first he just looked at you as a friend, but those feelings soon grew. If you hadn't expressed your disinterest in dating, he would've said something sooner. But being the gentleman that he is, he respected your bounderies and tried to move on. The problem was that he couldn't.

"Please, mellon nîn (my friend)," he began softly, his voice carrying a mix of concern and vulnerability, "help me understand. Why do you avoid me so? What has come between our friendship?"

Those words stung. You sighed, unable to give him a straight up answer. But you knew Elrond valued honesty so you gathered all your strenght and looked him in the eyes. "I cannot express it, Elrond, for I fear if I do, history will repeat itself."

Elrond looked deep in thought, carefully deciding his next sentence. "I'm not quite sure I follow." he admitted.

You looked away, trying to hide your pained expression. "The battlefield, brannon nîn (my lord). It was my fault."

"It hardly was." he shook his head, slowly sliding closer to you. When you had not moved away, he reached out to grab your hand.

"You nearly lost your life, Elrond!" you yelled. "If that blade was aimed just a bit higher, you would've dropped dead! And it would've been because of me! Because I was incompetent enough, to let myself get trapped!"

"Please, do not think of yourself this way." his pained voice could be barely heard. Elrond's eyes widened in shock at what you were saying. He in no way had blamed you for his injury. "Any of us could've been in your situation. You fought well, you came to my aid when I needed it. Why do you put yourself down?"

"I just..." you sighed. "I can't lose you too, Elrond."

His grip on your hands became firmer. "Is this the reason for your withdrawal?"

You hesitated for a second, then nodded. Although it was difficult, there was a part of you that wanted him to be aware of your worries. No matter how hard you tried to turn it off, that self-indulgent part of you wanted to be comforted by him. "My feelings, they terrify me. It's as if acknowledging them would make my fears come true. After I lost... them, I didn't want to put myself through the pain of loving someone but on the battlefield I had realised that I had already broken that promise. You matter so much to me that I cannot even express it with words. I have fallen in love with you, Elrond. And it scared me."

Elrond took each of your words in carefully. He pondered on them for some time before giving you a nod. Elrond's gaze softened as his hand reached out to gently cup your face. "I understand your fear. Loss leaves deep scars upon our hearts. But shutting ourselves off from love only denies us the chance to heal. I, too, have felt the sting of loss, the ache of a heart once broken. Yet, here we stand, with an opportunity to experience something quite beautiful together."

His words shocked you. "You feel the same way?"

"Chin gelair chîn orthernir guren (Your radiant eyes conquered my heart)." Elrond smiled at you.

Finally, when he whispered those words, you felt the warmth of his presence spread throughout your body. Elrond welcomed your hug as you threw yourself into his arms. Although your worries have not vanished, it helped a lot to know that someone was by your side.

[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

To whom it may concern:

My Elrond x reader fic (The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power) Behind closed eyes I see you just the way you are has been retitled:

King of the Forest-land.

Thank you for your attention. 🧝

[maximwtf]

“The flames of the dragon.”

                          Elrond x injured reader 

words: 1660

google docs pages: 3

warnings: death (orcs), mentions of blood, burn injury, 

opening: You didn’t have time to find shelter from the dragon fire, and get burnt. Thankfully Elrond was close enough to see that go down.

AN// reader can be any gender!^^ Idk if this is any good, I just like the idea of the dragon fire scars :”D

Not proof read!!

                     “The flames of the dragon.”

You held tightly onto the grip of your sword as you fought off the orcs. You had ran out of arrows a while ago, but you still had a couple of daggers and your trusty sword. All the wooden parts of the houses around you were on fire, and it was spreading to the insides of the houses as well. You could almost feel the warmth of the flames through your armor and clothing, but the rain that was pouring down cooled you down immediately. In any other situation the rain would have eloped to put out the fire, but this time it didn’t. No rain was going to put out the fire of a dragon, the fire only got sucked into the flames and evaporated straight after. The flames would burn down everything it could reach, not stopping no matter what got in between. 

You gritted your teeth, and pushed the sword through another orc, quickly pulling the sword out. The beautiful almost white blade was covered in black blood which disgusted you, but trying not to pay too much mind to it, you turned around to take on another orc. 

You could hear arrows passing by, and the sound of weapons clashing against each other. The dragon went over the city every now and then, pushing flames down like it was some kind of a game to it. Even now you could hear the dragon getting closer yet again, ready to set fire to another part of the city, to make sure everything would burn down. You looked around you, but you seemed to have gotten to an open place, with almost no shelter to take cover behind. Your heart began to race, thinking of all the possible situations this could lead to if you didn’t find a place to hide behind soon. You had only heard stories of how dangerous the fire from a dragon was, and what kind of damage it was able to cause. You could now hear the wings of the dragon, and feel the waves of air from them as the beast got higher in the air. You had nowhere to hide, when in the distance you saw the flames come towards you. The sight of the dragon and the flames frightened you. Not behind able to do anything, only option being to accept your faith, you took a couple steps back and did just that. Accepted that this could be it, that there might not be a tomorrow for you. The huge flames came with speed as the dragon flew over the city with ease, covering you under them. You dropped to your knees, trying to shield yourself the best you could.

As the flames washed over your body, you could feel the armour on you begin to melt and give in under the fire, and as the metal was heating up, the flames found their way to your skin, burning it and then spreading more. You felt the hot metal from the armour burn you as well, but nothing would be hot enough to hurt as much as the dragon fire did. You screamed into the ground, hands trying to grip onto anything near you but all you could wrap your hands around was the dirt mixed with the rain. You kept letting out the agonising screams as the leftovers of the flames settled, leaving burn injuries all over your body. You wanted to relax your muscles but it was almost as if your body had a mind of its own. Your eyes were closed shut from the pain, you couldn’t even feel the raindrops on you anymore. The sounds from the battle had mixed into one another and now sounded like a slight background noise. Your breaths were quick and short because every time you tried to take in air a stinging pain shot through your body. 

A certain elf had spotted you, and did not take second guesses on what had happened to you. He had seen you emerge from under the flames and could already guess how bad the situation was. Elrond rushed to your side, hearing the now more silent screams and little groans as you had begun to lose all energy. “Stay awake, come on.” He mostly talked to himself, knowing that there was almost no chance that you’d be able to hear him through the pain you must have been in.

Elrond frowned when you let out yet another tired scream when he picked you up. No matter how careful he was, there seemed to be no way to get you to shelter without causing pain, which he felt bad about. The elf lord got up and walked you out of the rain, and into one of the buildings that had survived with the least damage. While gritting his teeth together to keep calm, he placed you on the wooden kitchen table. He could now see the melted armour, and from between the bent metal he could see scars. Same scars he had seen before, and could not be mistaken as anything else but dragon fire scars. 

You gritted your teeth together in pain while trying to open your eyes. It felt like the edges of your eyes were completely dark, but you could still see in front of you and that’s when you spotted Elrond. “Stay still, please.” He said, but you felt like you missed whatever he had said after that. You could feel his hand snap open the armour and then try to take it off of you. You groaned and tried to mouth the word ‘stop’ to him a couple of times, which he seemed to have caught up on because he stopped and you heard him apologise. You let out a breath you had been holding in, closing your eyes again. Elrond tried another way, not trying to remove the whole chestplate this time, only lifting it up so he could see the wounds and scars. This seemed to have worked better, even though he still had to push up the melted metal from your skin. He kept apologising the whole time up until he had lifted the chestplate enough. From there he was able to see the damage. Burn injuries going from your clavicle to your neck, some smaller injuries from the melted metal all across your chest. He could also see the scars on your face. The flames had successfully burnt your jawline on the left side, going over your ear, and coming back to your face from your temple. The scar went to the corner of your eye, it only being pure luck that you were still able to see with it. You could feel Elrond’s palm on the top of your head, as he tried to soothe you. You opened your eyes, feeling hot tears begin to roll down from the sides of your face. You could see a hint of concern on his face, but it disappeared the second he noticed eyes on him. 

You heard someone walk in the house. Elrond turned to the warrior, asking him to block the entrance to the house, and not let anyone in. Nothing was said after that, so you assumed that the soldier had left to finish the task. 

Elrond’s hand left your head as he turned to you again. He didn’t have any herbs to help with the pain, so that meant he would have to do the healing and you’d have to feel the pain just as it was. “Dear, I am already sorry for this.” He mumbled to you, offering a piece of leather for you to bite down on. You took it, knowing what was about to happen without him even explaining it to you.

Elrond placed his hand on top of the wounds, careful to not touch them. He began to speak in elvish, in a monotone voice. You couldn’t understand what was being said, but you could on the other hand feel the intense pain waves flash over you as he did so. You tried your best to keep yourself still on the table, but it was difficult. It felt like your teeth were going to go through the leather when you bit down on it. But before you knew it, it was over and the elf was moving on to the burn on your face. You could see he was upset because he had to inflict pain on you, knowing you had endured enough already. You could now see normally with your right eye, but the left one was the same as before. Without even asking, you could tell the fire must have damaged the edge of it, almost blinding the eye. Elrond lifted his hand over the scars again, saying the same words he did before. Only this time, the pain was too much, since it was inflicted on your head, that your body shut off. You passed out almost as soon as he started. 

Elrond’s brows furrowed as he kept on healing you. It hurt him to see you like this, but he knew he had to do this in order to save you. The flames would leave scars, but he promised himself he’d make sure you’d still see yourself as the same person, scars or without. 

After he was done, he sat on the table, placing your head on his lap. While caressing your hair slowly the frown returned to his face. He felt anger raise through the sadness, and while sitting in the damaged house he promised himself he would go there, and push the black arrow into the chest of the dragon in order to kill it if he had to. 

[why-what-no]

Councils And Picnics

Pairing: Elrond (RoP) x Elven!Reader

Notes: RoP young Elrond is literally one of my favourite boys and I <3 him

Request: “What do Elrond & the reader do together as lovers in their daily lives”

Requested by: @writing-fanics

The sun shone over their face as (Y/N) stepped through the meadow, long elven hair moving slightly in the breeze. It was a beautiful morning, the type where they wanted to spend the entire day outside, unwinding with their lover, Elrond.

In search of him, they found the Elf in that same meadow, resting against a large tree branch. When he wasn't in his office or his chambers, he could always be found hidden away beneath the leaves of that twisting tree.

"Good morning." (Y/N) called out with a wide smile, getting his attention.

Elrond's expression was delighted when he saw who had found him. "My love." He slid off the tree, striding closer to take (Y/N)'s hands in his. "I thought you were spending this morning assisting in the library."

"It appears they didn't need a historian after all. At least until tomorrow."

"So you have been freed for the day." He leaned in to kiss them. "Any plans?"

(Y/N) nodded. "I was thinking of taking a walk through the gardens, I haven't been able to visit in some time. Care to join me?"

The gardeners' work was a breathtaking sight. (Y/N) had regretted spending so much time on work and not appreciating the beauty near them.

But their lover's happiness was clouded slightly. "I have a council meeting in less than an hour, I fear I cannot accompany you."

That put a damper on their plan.

"Very well, will you be finished before sundown?" (Y/N) relaxed slightly when he nodded, glad that they would be able to spend some time with their lover. "Then, we can go then."

Elrond's lovely smile returned. "I look forward to it."

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(Y/N) was waiting for their lover outside of the council room, a large basket on the bench beside of them. Watching as the ornate doors opened as Elven lords and politicians let, moving past (Y/N) to continue on with each of their days.

Elrond and High King Gil Galad exited the chamber, noticing (Y/N) waiting.

"(Y/N). I hope you are well." Gil Galad spoke to them. They were fairly friendly with the wise king, having met Elrond because they had been helping Gil Galad with a project.

"I am, Your Grace, thank you. I hope you are, as well." They responded respectfully, and he nodded in return. Leaving them to speak with their lover.

"I don't suppose it would be possible for us to stop by the kitchens before we visit the gardens?" Elrond asked, offering them his arm.

(Y/N) held up the basket, filled with their late lunch. "I had them pack a picnic." They told their love, taking his offered arm.

Chuckling, Elrond leaned over to press a kiss to their cheek. "Of course. I should have expected you to be prepared for anything, my love."

The garden really was beautiful, just as (Y/N) had expected. They sat on a blanket in the middle of a clearing, surrounded by the most beautiful flowers they had ever seen. Elrond's arm was loosely wrapped over his lover's shoulder.

"I am glad you convinced me to join you on this outing." He mused, placing a piece of fruit in his mouth.

"So am I." They replied softly, looking around with a sparkle in their eye. So grateful to live in a peaceful and beautiful place such as Lindon, where the horrors of war were only a memory. "It's beautiful."

Looking at (Y/N), Elrond wanting to tell them that while the garden was beautiful, no flowers compared to the beauty he saw when looking at his lover every day. But he kept quiet, choosing instead to look gently as their awe at the sights in front of them.

He looked forward to finally asking them to marry him, wanting to be bondedd to (Y/N) for the rest of his life. But for the moment, he allowed himself to relax in their presence.

Not wanting to be anywhere except for by their side.

[yourlocalfriendlyhobbit]

Imagine: Elrond (RoP) *PART 2*

Pairing: Elrond x (human) Reader! Part 2 to this

Warnings: None.

Gender neutral, no hair/eyes/skin colour mentioned. might be a little OOC.

A/N:  

Requested by @serina07 & @teaminisart-blog , also tagging @mysticalabhainn​ 

It was complicated to write since I’m sick and I like to procrastinate but here it is. It’s shorter than part 1, but i like the result ^^

My ask box is open if you wanna request something :)

also, how are we feeling after episode 8 :D ?

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You were shaking with anticipation. The whole day.Today, Elrond was coming back from his journey. You were barely able to concentrate on your tasks. A chance the Head Librarian was one of the few elves that appreciated you.

Elrond's absence took a tool on you. The first few days were horrible;you felt as if someone would corner you, as it has happened once... And for the remaining of the month, you spent most of your time in the library, working. It helped taking your mind off of the situation, at least a little. And now he was coming back and it felt as if time passed by slower than usual.

The setting sun was your cue to leave the library, and also a sign that he would be there any minutes now. You walked down the corridor, trying to act as normal as possible, since some elves were there too. But the moment they disappeared behind a corner, you took off as if your life depended on it. Which was kind of the case in your opinion. When you arrived at the gates, you were completely out of breathe, your feet were burning but you didn't care.

They weren't there yet so you sat down on a stone bench that was under the tree. As you waited, you thought about the past 4 weeks; the anxiety of the beginning, the tears some nights when the day had been too much and you had no one to comfort you, and the letters you exchanged.Where he told you how it was going, what they were gonna do next, etc...He had also mentioned that they were more busy than anticipated and might have to delay their return, only to tell you in the next letter that they would come back as planned.

Minutes passed and nothing but the wind in the leaves could be heard. You couldn't stay still. Suddenly, you froze. You swore you had heard the distant sound of hooves coming from the forest. You stood up. Again, you thought you heard it. Then , the sound became clearer and it was undeniably horses, and also the wooden wheeles of the carts. So you didn't move an inch, and watched them coming closer and closer. Other elves cale to wait for them too, but they were not here for the same reasons as you. And honestly, you didn't pay much attention to them.

As soon as they passed the gates, the elves around you went and surrounded the carts. You tried to find Elrond among the bustling crowd; without success at first. And then, he appeared from behind a cart, looking as handsome as ever. It took everything in you to not run to him, but there were too many eyes around. He didn't notice you at first, busy helping the others. Only when he looked up did he saw you. His eyes widened slightly, unmoving, seemingly trying to figure out if you were really here or if it was his imagination.

You expected him to walk fast towards you, take your hands in his and kiss your knuckles while looking into your eyes like he usually did... But he didn't do that. Instead, he dropped what he was holding, and started running to you. You took small steps at first, then you too started running. The moment you were close, he took you in his arms and spun you around, your arms tightly wrapped around his neck.

When he stopped and your feet touched the ground again, you felt him hold you tighter, his face buried in your neck. No words were said. Not yet... Actually, words weren't needed. You both knew how much you missed each other.

He then started to press small kisses on your neck, a little higher every time, until he was kissing your cheek. He pulled away, just enough so you could look into each other's eyes, his arms still wrapped around you. He gave you a warm smile before removing on of his hands from your waist, and bringing it to your face to caress your cheek.

"I missed you so much, my love."

"And I, you."

You said with a smile. He chuckled, and kissed your forehead, then your nose, and lastly, he kissed your lips; a kiss as light as a butterfly wing. When he pulled away, you stared at each other, completely dazed. It was like something switched in his gaze. The hand that was on your cheek went behind your head, and brought you closer to him with the one that was on your waist. And he kissed you again. This time it was passionate. One of those kisses that were only shared behind closed doors; in the privacy of your chambers, his office, or the meadow outside of Lindon. It seemed like the first, barely there, kiss he gave you, made him realise just how much he missed you, how much he missed your warmth, how much he missed your touch... You removed one of your arms from his neck, and put your hand on his jaw.

The kiss made you forget where you were, that there was 30 elves around you, that Elrond was the King's Herald and that was most certainly inappropriate of you two to do that... You pulled away, breathless, and eyes still closed, basking into each other's presence.

"I'm so, so glad that you are back."

You said with a shaky voice.You had promised yourself that you wouldn't cry, but right now, you were just too happy and relieved to finally be in his embrace again. Elrond shushed you, lightly swaying you to comfort you. It made you chuckle; he hated seeing you cry, no matter the reason.

You were abruptly pulled out of your bubble by someone clearing their throat next to you. It was a member of the King's council. You let go of the other, but Elrond still stood close to you, holding your hand.

"Sorry to interrupt your... reunion, but the High King require your presence, Lord Elrond. He is waiting for your report on your journey."

He said sternly. Elrond gave him a nob, and waited for him to leave before turning to you .

"I'm sorry my love... I have to go."

He said, kissing the back of your hand.

"It's okay, you don't need to apologise."

He took small steps backward, not taking his eyes off of you, and not letting go of your hand just yet. But at last, he had to.

"I will make it up to you, dearest. You are not gonna be able to get rid of me for at least a week or two."

He said with a playful smile; a side of him very few knew about. You laughed.

"I sure hope so."

You watched him walk down the stairs and head to wherever Gil Galad was, with a smile on your face. Your time together may have been cut short now, but you were appeased by the thought that he was back and he wouldn't leave anytime soon.

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[fantasyworld4ever]

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

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

Elrond

Istg this poor guy will survive the cold for you

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

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

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

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

Thranduil

No, just no. 

This man will refuse to take your coat

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

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

Legolas

Dude does not get cold

Have you seen him running through those snowy places?

Yeah, he's too jumpy to be cold

He will politely reject your coat if you ask though

Lindir

This poor sweet innocent baby 😭

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

Literally freezing

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

Haldir

Dude patrols borders, he’s used to it

May actually fall asleep standing up in the cold

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

Poor bby, he’s so tired

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

Glorfindel

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

He’ll apologize but he aint sorry at all

He is COLD.

Let him have the damn blanket xD

Feren

Sweet bby

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

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

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

Figwit

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

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

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

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

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

[writing-fanics]

imagine elrond and you going to Khazad Dum and the daughter you two share being begging to come and you two eventually giving him.

on the way there she’s being held by her father on his shoulders.

she’s absolutely adorable and immediately takes a liking to Disa and Durin. she plays with their children and has so much fun

[elladanns]

since my flight is about to take off, i would just like to remind y'all about how snatched Elrond is.