#Gil galad rop

[queenmeriadoc]

This is my favourite image of Gil Galad, he looks so done by everyone and everything

[merryverse]

The High King Gil-Galad

[aintinacage]

[feyhunter78]

Thank you so much lovely! My Gil Galad story is that yn is Erlronds sister, so like her brother she’s half human, and for that she suffers a bit from other elves. Gil Galad has been in love with her from the moment he laid his eyes on her and wants nothing more than to love and cherish her. But she doesn’t think she’s worth it of the King, until he proves her wrong. What do you think?

Of course!!!! This was a great prompt, and I had such a good time writing it!!!

The High-King's Love

You know it’s foolish. You’ve told yourself a million times, and others have chastened you as well for your lofty feelings, but you cannot rid yourself of your love for Gil-Galad any more than you stem the flow of blood from your heart. So, you suffer in silence, knowing that you will never be worthy of him, never be accepted as High-Queen.

How could you be? You are half-mortal, too human for the elves and too elvish for the humans. Your younger brother, Elrond, urges you not to think in such a way, to confess your feelings for Gil-galad and see if he returns them.

The High-King has never married, never been seen with a lover, so reason stands that you may have a chance. But you’re too afraid to take the shot. To pull back the drawstring and let your arrow fly, hoping desperately that it will hit its mark and not fly off into the weeds.

So, you ignore the man, flee conversations with him, hide in your chambers when he calls upon you, and take your meals in solitude. This is partially due to your own fear, and partially in order to cease the cruel whispers.

The others of the court had begun to turn on you, speaking harshly of you behind your back. Whispering that you would attempt to seduce the king with your scandalous half-mortal ways, or that your diluted blood would taint his own pure and royal bloodline and put an end to the great Elven kings.

But it is the rumors of your inadequacy that sting the most. That you cannot cook, or clean, that you have no skill in weaving or battle. That your singing voice is a frog’s croak, your dancing like that of a lumbering bear. All untrue, and you know that in your heart. But when Gil-galad goes out of his way to help you through the steps of a newer dance, or calls for a servant to clean the spilled wine, you feel as if he thinks you a failure as well.

You’re walking in the garden, attempting to get some fresh air and quiet your mind before bed, when you hear them. Lady Aria and Lord Arannis, a married pair who have taken a particular dislike to you and your brother.

“I hear the High-King has called upon her many times, and she refuses to appear.” Lady Aria said, a disbelieving tone to her voice.

“You think that is bad, my love? I was told that he wished to replant all the flowers outside her quarters to be those of her favorite flower.”

“She surely has enthralled him with some strand of mortal lust, a pity her kind is allowed to roam free.”

You bit your lip to muffle your sob, and stumbled backwards, tears blurring your vision as you fled in the opposite direction of their cruel words.

And as luck would have it, you ran right into Gil-galad.

He catches you, his warm hands on your shoulders, his eyes filled with concern. “Lady y/n, what ails you?”

The dam breaks, and you tell him everything, the cruel words, the whispers, your feelings of inadequacy, and most importantly your affections for him. It all comes tumbling out as you sob into his robe.

He cups your face gently, raising your head, your eyes forced to meet his, and he kisses you. It’s soft and sweet and fills you with a steady warmth that dries your tears.

“I love you, y/n, I have longed to speak those words, but have held myself back in fear you would not return them.” He admitted, his forehead resting against yours.

“But I am not fit to be your queen, our people will never accept me.” You whispered, knowing you should pull away but finding yourself unable to.

“Why do you think such things? Because those who are jealous, whisper them in the dark? Leave their darkened hearts in the shadows and join me. Step forward into the light, y/n, I wish for no queen but you.”

You wanted to believe him, truly you were believing him. His calm and steady voice, rich and deep, vibrating through your bones, calming your worrying heart.

His hands gripped yours, and he brought them to his lips. “I will put an end to their words, whether you accept my plea to rule by my side or not. Even if you reject me, it still wounds my heart to see you suffer.”

“You love me?” You asked, looking up at him nervously.

“Yes, you are intelligent and beautiful, kind, and charming. You care for our people even when they are cruel to you, and you have been a loyal heart. I could ask for no better queen.” His words are full of sincerity, and you feel a surge of bravery.

Going up on your toes, you press your lips to his. “I will marry you; I will be your queen.”

He smiles into the kiss and brushes his lips across your forehead before offering you, his arm.

You take it hesitantly, and he leads you back down the path.

“Lady Aria, Lord Arannis, good evening.” He calls to them.

They look surprised to see you on the High-King’s arm but make no comment, simply greeting you both.

“It seems you two will be the first to hear our good tidings.”

“Good tidings, my king?” Lord Arannis asks.

“We are to be married; Lady y/n has finally accepted my proposal.” He smiles down at you.

You smile shyly up at him, biting back a laugh at the shocked looks on the pair’s faces.

“That is—well…very exciting, my king.” Lady Aria stutters, taking her husband’s arm and beginning to pull him away. “We shall spread the good tidings to all we see.”

“Please do. I shall make an official announcement on the morrow.” He calls after the retreating pair.

You giggle and lean into him, “That will certainly change the tide of whispers.”

He wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer.

 You sigh in relief, feeling content, nuzzled into your soon-to-be husband’s side.

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

[gi-nathlam-hi]

a wee gift for bestie @ellrond bc you were yelling for Gil to give Elrond a forehead kissy & you have been an absolute wealth of ideas and help and motivation for my work lately 

Trying to manifest some kinder energy for these two for S2...please...I can’t take it when Elrond looks like a kicked puppy every scene! 🥺

[elrondscalaquendi]

Elrond: Karma is a relaxing thought!!

Celebrimbor: Karma is a god!

Gil-galad: KARMA IS A CAT!

@goldfearless I did a thing!! I hope Karma is one of your favourites! 😂😂😂

[wendydoodles]

brb kids Grandma Galadriel is on a mission

[queenmeriadoc]

For @thesolarangel — Elrond x Gil-Galad — A Shadow of the Past

[merryverse]

The Rings of Power - The fate of the elves are discussed (so many other stills I wanted to use but I didn't want to make this too long)

[aintinacage]

[feyhunter78]

Hii no pressure and if your requests are closed rn please ignore but i was wondering if you'd write more about elrond x Gil-Galad's daughter? maybe one where she's accident prone and he tends to her since he's a healer or something? thank you for writing so much for him ur keeping me fed with so much content rn 😩😩

My requests are open, don't worry!!!! So this isn't a direct part two, but it references The Princess and the Herald! This was a super cute idea, so it's a short and sweet one for you anon!!! I'll keep writing for Elrond as long as y'all want me to <3

Accident Prone Princess

You were a princess, beautiful, graceful, and poised, expect when you weren’t, which happened to be often. You were a bit accident-prone, frequently getting papercuts or walking much too fast and tripping on the cobblestone walkway.

This often had Elrond worrying over your health and safety. Your poor husband was a gifted healer, and you were his most frequent patient, much to your father’s amusement.

 It brought Gil-Galad a great amount of joy to see how deeply Elrond cared for you, and he also seemed to enjoy sending Elrond running all over the city in search of you. You had a sneaking suspicion your father still hadn’t forgiven your husband for that night he caught you two in the garden.

“My starlight, you must be more careful.” Elrond scolded softly, as he knelt before you, brushing a salve over the scratches on your arm. It tingled pleasantly and had a fresh peppermint scent to it.

Your father had stopped court to have Elrond look over your wounds, and you had to sit beside him, the whole court waiting as your sweet husband fussed over you.

“I was trying to keep up with ada, and there was a rock…” You explained, face burning in embarrassment.

Elrond looked up at you with a fond expression, a smile tugging at his lips. “Perhaps I will carry you to all your appointments, lest you lose a limb on your next errand.”

“You seem awfully concerned for someone who convinced her to have a dalliance with him against a garden wall.” Your father drawled, taking a sip of his wine.

Elrond’s face went bright red. “Again, my king, I do apologize for my lack of propriety that night.”

You shot your father a look and caressed Elrond’s cheek. “Pay him no mind, my love, he is only teasing.”

Elrond looked unconvinced, but proceeded to wrap your arm up gently. “Now this needs to stay covered until the morn, then I will check how it is healing.”

You leaned forward and kissed him chastely, smiling at the shy expression on his face. “Thank you, husband.”

“Yes, thank you, Elrond, now we must continue with the court proceedings.” Your father said, turning back to the gathered nobles, who were talking amongst themselves.

Elrond squeezed your hand then turned to leave, gathering up his supplies.

“Yes, if you all could look at section five in the fourth scroll of law?” You asked, sliding into your heir to the throne persona, your back straightening, voice steady.

Elrond was halfway to the door when your father handed you the scroll.

“As it reads here, all elvenkind must—” You cut yourself off, hissing in pain as the scroll sliced the pad of your pointer finger, crimson blood welling up at the site of the wound.

“Elrond.” Your father called, laughter evident in his tone. “Perhaps you should stay?”

Elrond turned to see you with your finger to your lips and rushed back over, already pulling out gauze. “You may be right, my king.”

You groaned and held your hand out to your husband, ignoring the coos of the nobles, who found you and Elrond’s interactions adorable.

Gil-Galad motioned for another chair to be brought, and Elrond sat beside you, diligently wrapping your finger.

“As I was saying, all elvenkind must do good for the land, it is precious, a gift.” You started again, before throwing a grateful smile at Elrond who sat back and watched you prepare to take your throne.

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

[silmarillion-ways-to-die]

[ringsofpowerfans]

People are talking about Gil-galad’s portrayal, but like… He’s high king of the Noldor, a hot mess descended from a long line of hot messes not you Fingon and ruling a culture full of hot messes

[elrondscalaquendi]

Wait wait there are people out there calling Gil-Galad a jerk because he has duties and responsibilities to the elven people? HE IS A HIGH KING for goodness sake he has to take his duties seriously or he wouldn’t be in such a position!! Yes okay he is stressed out but he is not a jerk!! Leave him alone!!

[celebrimborium]

episode viii • “alloyed”