#Lindir x OC

[justpostsyeet]

Legolas : I can't wait to meet Lady Mîr, I have heard that she's so beautiful, so patient-

*Lindir scream past him as Mîr chases him down with a fork for calling her tiny cat again*

Legolas : so wise in decision-making-

Mirkwood Elf Guard : That's Lady Mîr, right? She's so unco-

Legolas : Now, Now, Don't we want to keep our jobs?

Mirkwood Elf Guard :

Legolas : so gentle.......oh! I can't wait to OFFICIALLY meet her.

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Fluffuary 2023 Day 26: Holding Hands- Lindir x OC

Lindir x Marina

Description: On their first outing together Lindir and Marina attempt to hold hands, and Marina quickly finds out just how sweaty the nervous ellon's hands can get.

Word Count: 1k

Challenge made by the lovely @darthglitterfanfictionnfiction

The day that Lindir had asked Marina to court him was one of the happiest days of each of their lives. It had been a long time coming according to all that knew them. They’d been dancing around each other since they first met. Marina wouldn’t have been any the wiser, though, as her infatuation only started a few years prior. Meanwhile, Lindir had been enamored with her since they first met. Marina couldn’t help but smile anytime she remembered his admission after they began courting. 

Today was their first little tryst as a couple. Lindir had asked Marina to meet him in the gardens after lunch for a small walk before they had to continue with their daily tasks. The elleth (female Elf) agreed readily, and so after lunch - and after changing into a slightly nicer dress - she (briskly) made her way to the gardens. 

Lindir was waiting at the entrance, just as she expected. She noticed him wringing his hands nervously, which oddly melted her heart. As morbid as it sounded, it felt nice to know that he wished to impress her just as much as she did. He felt just as nervous at her, which was an immense relief. She stopped just before he noticed her and took a moment or two to straighten out her dress. Her fingers ran through her hair to tame it and she took a deep breath before continuing on at a more leisurely pace until she finally reached him. Upon noticing her walking up to him Lindir turned and smiled at her. 

“Lady Marina, you look lovely today,” he greeted, bowing to her. 

“Thank you Lindir, and you know you can drop the titles. We are courting after all,” she teased lightheartedly. She watched as the tips of his ears turned red as he nodded. 

“Oh…right,” he trailed off awkwardly, which admittedly made the girl giggle. The sound brought a smile to his face and he cleared his throat before continuing. 

“Are you ready?” 

“I am,” Marina nodded. She then allowed him to lead her through the entrance of the gardens, and thus began their walk. 

They walked side by side, talking about their days thus far and what they had to do when they had to get back to work. A few jokes and laughs were shared between the couple. Even when they didn’t have anything to say, the silence wasn’t awkward at all. Instead it was almost comforting. 

Marina didn’t think she’d ever been this relaxed. It was a beautiful day outside. She got to enjoy the beauty of nature around her with the one she’d been in love with for several years. It felt like she was the closest to Valinor that she’d ever be in Middle Earth. 

After a while of walking in silence she finally began noticing just how much her hand had brushed against his as they walked. They were considerably close enough and both their hands were swinging idly as they walked that it shouldn’t have been odd, and yet it didn’t stop her from seeing his fingers hesitantly reaching out before ultimately stopping. The cycle began anew every few steps, and Marina finally understood what was going on. Lindir wanted to hold her hand. 

She couldn’t hide her smile at the realization, so she averted her gaze and pretended to be smiling about the flowers that lined their path. Once she got her smile under control she decided to meet him halfway on his next attempt. And sure enough, after another few steps his fingers twitched before beginning to gingerly reach out to her. 

The girl could tell that he was surprised when she met him the rest of the way and carefully took his hand in hers. His steps faltered for just a moment, then his gaze fell to the ground as he caught his balance and continued walking. Marina giggled despite herself, but she didn’t say anything as she knew that would only embarrass him. Instead she walked alongside him, swinging their clasped hands idly.  

After a few more minutes Marina became distinctly aware of how clammy her beau’s hand had become in hers. Her nose scrunched up at the rather uncomfortable feeling, though she quickly looked away. She knew she had been caught, however, when Lindir carefully broke his hand away from hers and sighed softly.

“This was why I was hesitant to hold your hand,” he explained nervously. “I’m sorry, I know it isn’t a pleasant feeling.” Marina faced him upon hearing the guilt laced in his tone, and she shook her head quickly. 

“It’s okay, Lindir,” she reassured him, noticing his eyebrows raise incredulously. “Really, you can’t control these sorts of things. I understand.” The ellon (male Elf) looked reassured that she understood, but he shook his head. 

“I still wish to hold your hand, though,” he admitted shyly. “Your touch is rather comforting to me. It sort of reminds me that this is real, and not some fantastic dream where I am courting the one I am in love with.” It took all the elleth had not to coo at his sweet words, but she managed just fine. She instead put her efforts into thinking of a solution for their little predicament. 

It was only after yet another several minutes of walking an idea finally struck her. She glanced down at their hands, which were mere centimeters apart. Carefully, her pinky finger extended until it reached his. Her pinky linked around his and stayed there. Lindir’s surprised gaze met hers, but she merely offered him a sweet smile. 

“It’s the best of both worlds,” was all she said before facing forward again. Her smile widened just a bit when she finally felt his pinky curl so that it could hold hers the same way she held his. 

And so from then on, when either of them wished to hold hands, they merely held pinkies instead. It was a habit that they never grew out of as it was what they had grown used to. Not to mention that it had sort of a sentimental attachment to it. Besides, there was nothing wrong with wishing to do what you loved with your loved one.

[warriorofthought]

Ice Bear

Summary: You always were close to Lindir but he suddenly finds your present disturbing and that hurts you. Can you both come to good terms back again?

Word Count: 2023

Warnings: a bit hurt and sad feelings

Linder X Reader

In the serene woods of Riverdale, amidst the whispering leaves and the soft glow of moonlight, Lindir, the gentle minstrel of the Elves, found himself entangled in an unexpected situation. He had always been known for his kindness and compassion, but lately, he found himself feeling overwhelmed by the attentions of an ardent admirer.

As Lindir strummed his lute beneath the ancient mallorn trees, he sensed the presence of You approaching. With a courteous smile, Lindir welcomed you but his heart sank as You began to speak.

"Lindir," You began earnestly, "I must confess, I find myself drawn to your presence more than ever. Your melodies enchant me, your wisdom inspires me. I... I feel as though I cannot bear to be apart from you, as I was a child I was often by you, I miss that."

Lindir's heart fluttered with discomfort, for while he cherished You as a friend, he did not share the same romantic feelings. With a heavy heart, Lindir gathered his courage to speak his truth.

"Y/n" Lindir began gently, "I am deeply honored by your affection, but I must confess that I feel you have become... too clingy."

Your expression faltered, a flicker of hurt crossing your features. "Clingy? I... I only wish to be close to you, Lindir. Is that not what friends do?"

Lindir sighed, his fingers tracing the delicate patterns of his lute. "Indeed, friends do share a bond of closeness, but there must also be space for individual pursuits and interests. I fear that your constant presence leaves me feeling suffocated, unable to breathe freely."

Silence enveloped them like a shroud as You processed Lindir's words, his gaze cast downwards in contemplation. After a moment, he looked up, his eyes filled with remorse.

"I had not realized," You murmured, your voice tinged with regret. "Forgive me, Lindir, if I have caused you discomfort. I only wished to express my admiration for you."

Lindir's heart clenched with regret at the pain in your voice, but he knew that honesty was the only path forward. 

A flicker of hurt crossed your features, like a shadow passing over the moonlit glade. You stood silent for a moment, your gaze fixed upon the ground, before finally lifting his eyes to meet Lindir's.

"I have understood your words, I'm sorry for disturbing you" you murmured, voice tinged with sorrow. 

Lindir's heart ached at the pain in your voice, but he knew that he could not retract his words. And so, with a heavy heart, he watched as you quickly turned and walked away, disappearing into the depths of the forest like a fleeting shadow.

Days turned into weeks, and still, there was no sign of You searching for him. Lindir wandered the woods of Riverdale, his heart heavy with regret, longing for the familiar presence of his dear friend. But try as he might, he could find no trace of you, as if you had vanished into the mists of his memory.

And so, beneath the canopy of stars, Lindir played his lute, the echoes of his melodies mingling with the sighing of the trees. For even as the silence between them grew, he held onto the hope that one day, their friendship would bloom anew, like a flower blossoming in the wake of winter's chill.

_______________________________________

A few weeks later 

Lindir manage to spot you as you do your usual duty and steps up to you. Your attention is immediately drawn to him as you hear him. You quickly look away and tried to leave but he steps into your way.

"don't you dare to step closer, i don't want you near me" you utter a bit too rough, the Sight of him brings pain.

Lindir stops moving and his heart sinks for a moment. You truly don't want to let him come any closer and it hurts Lindir more than he wants to show. He finally understands that his words had hurted you more than he thought.

"So..." He replies with a mixture of hurt and sadness in his eyes trying to come up with a conversation. "You would have wanted to keep spending time with me and see me and hear my stories like we used to?"

"Have I ever said I don't want that?"

Lindir is quiet for a moment as he lets these words sink in. He realizes how stupid he has been. Maybe things could go back to how they had been. Maybe you are not truly gone from him after all.

"Can I ask you something?" Lindir says as he slowly walks closer to you. "Will you please let me tell you one last story? I still know so many and I was saving at least one for you. You never got to hear it. Will you please let me do that?"

You slowly nod " is it about the ice bear?"

Lindir notices how much you are opening up to him at the mention of a story he wishes to tell you and it warms his heart.

"Indeed it is." He says and looks at you. A moment of silence passes and he then looks at the floor, as if preparing himself. "Shall I begin?"

"yes" you nod and sit down on a nearby bench.

Lindir is quiet for a long moment. He is really glad you want to hear his story, even after he messed up so much. And he wants to make it up to you for it.

"Once, very long ago, there was a group of elves who lived in a far remote area within the forests. And they loved to explore these woods. One day, they stumbled on a cave that was very deep within the depths of the woods. They explored the cave and soon began to be surrounded by a lot of ice."

Your eyes slowly move over to him.

"As they went deeper, they soon noticed that they were becoming surrounded by more and more ice. It was as if the cave was a large freezer. The deeper they went, the tighter the ice became.

But they were brave and went all the way down until they reached a huge chamber that was filled entirely with ice. In the middle of the room, they saw something that startled them immediately."

"the little ice bear?"

Lindir is silent for a second, surprised that you already know most of the story. However, that does not bother him.

"Yes, indeed. It was a tiny little thing, so small that it fit in the palm of your hand. It was lying on its side and barely moving. All the elves were worried that it was going to die because it was freezing.

Then, something unexpected happened. The little ice bear moved its head and suddenly it looked directly at them."

Your eyes slowly show a little bit of your excitement.

Lindir notices a hint of excitement in your eyes. He continues with the story.

"Everybody was shocked at first. But the elf who had been exploring this cave the most got closer with a gentle and cautious approach. He had always loved animals of all kinds and he could not stop himself from trying to save the ice bear. He moved closer and carefully picked up the little bear.

His touch seemed to have an immediate and magical effect, as the very ice that surrounded the bear began to melt. And the little bear regained its breath."

"Wow" you mumble

Lindir smiles at you, realizing that you are enjoying his story more and more.

"Indeed. As the ice vanished, it became visible that the cave was more like a freezer and the ice was like magic frozen on this animal. All the elves were completely astonished at what they could see.

In the end, the elf that had held the small bear in his arms decided to take him with him back to the woods. Since that day, the little ice bear and the elf were inseparable."

"They are friends now?"

"They are not just friends now. They are bonded for the rest of their lives. The ice bear is actually very clingy towards the elf and likes to ride on his shoulders. The elf always loves to pet him and even has given him a name."

Lindir pauses for a moment and then leans a little bit closer to you and speaks softly. "Would you like to know the name he gave him?"

You nod.

Lindir leans even closer, his voice almost a whisper by now. He can tell that this story is hitting a spot in you.

"The elf called the little ice bear 'Icely'. They are so bonded and so close now that it is as if they cannot be separated. Icely is always with the elf and the elf can never be sad because Icely will always be there to cheer him up."

"that sounds nice"

"And what if I told you that that small ice bear reminds me of someone?" He asks you. With a glance, you understand who he is referencing.

"Of who?" You ask, trying to hide your curious feelings.

“It's the one I care so much about and the one that deserves all the kindness and love I have to give. The one I miss every day after you started to avoid me."

"You." He answers softly. "I feel as if we are like the elf and the bear. We cannot be separated. Maybe what happened between us before was so hurtful, but now I am not ready to let you go either. I will never leave you and I will always be here for you whether you wish to admit it or not." He sighs slightly, a bit sad.

"I cannot explain the feeling. Whenever I am with you, I do not feel sad because you are there. Even when I do not have the best day, you make it brighter and happier simply by being there.”

Lindir gets a bit closer to you and he talks softly. His tone is sincere and his eye contact is full of kindness.

“I have told you the story of my friends to tell you this: you are my little ice bear. You are not a burden for me, I promise, i will never tell you something like that so rough, i will be softer."

"Lindir" your voice finally soft again and it drifted through the air like a whisper carried on the wind, "I have missed you."

"Y/n" Lindir breathed, relief flooding through him like a river breaking free from its banks, "I feared I had lost you forever."

You look at him with a hesitant smile, your gaze soft and searching. "I needed time to... to process our conversation, your words were a bit hard for me" you admitted, your voice tinged with vulnerability. "But I realize now that I cannot bear to be apart from you, Lindir."

A surge of warmth flooded Lindir's heart at your words, and he reached out to clasp his hand, their fingers intertwining like the branches of two trees intertwined in a forest glade.

"Nor can I bear to be apart from you, y/n" Lindir confessed, his voice barely more than a whisper carried on the breeze. “ You have always held a special place in my heart, a place of light and warmth amidst the shadows."

Your eyes widened with surprise, your gaze locking with Lindir's in an unspoken exchange of understanding. And then, with a tender smile, he leaned forward, and hug you in a gentle big warm hug that spoke volumes of the love that had blossomed between you both.

Underneath the canopy of stars, amidst the whispering leaves and the soft glow of moonlight, Lindir and you found solace in each other's arms, their bond strengthened not by words alone, but by the depth of their shared affection. And as they danced beneath the silvered sky, their hearts entwined like the branches of two trees reaching for the heavens, they knew that their love would endure for all eternity, a beacon of hope in a world shrouded in darkness.

[sotwk]

First Sight (Thranduil x OC Wife fanfic)

Summary: At an autumn feast in Lorinand, Lady Maereth lays eyes for the first time on Thranduil Oropherion, the Sindar prince who would one day become her husband.

Chapter One of a series about the early friendship of Thranduil and Maereth, called "Sins of Our Fathers".

Pairing: Thranduil X FemOC (Reader/2nd Person POV is Maereth, his OC wife in my "Sons of the Woodland King" universe.)

Supporting canon characters: Celebrian, Lindir

Word count: 2.2k

Content: Budding romance, friendship, fluff, mild angst, Second Age events, Thranduil as a party free-spirited prince

Warnings: None

To Read on AO3: Link

Dedication: For my lovely new mutual, @ethuil-flower. She has just started a beautiful Thranduil-centered blog and I am so honored she has chosen to reblog many of my posts on it! Thank you for your kind support, mellon nin!

A/N: If you would like to be tagged in future Thranduil fics, please just say so in comments/reblog/DM!

Divider credit: @firefly-graphics

Sins of Our Fathers

Chapter One: First Sight

Second Age 1358

Egladil in Lorinand, Kingdom of Amdir

The Mereth Nuin Giliath is too important for you to miss, or so Celebrian insisted, when she implored you to join her and Nimeithel at the feast that evening. You had stumbled through your attempts to decline her earnest invitation, aware that your standard excuses would not suffice on this occasion. For it was true that all the people of Lorinand were expected to gather by the banks of the Celebrant to celebrate as a community, and withholding your attendance would be seen as terribly impolite towards your host. Lady Galadriel had been unceasingly kind and generous towards you since your unexpected arrival a fortnight ago. If her daughter truly wished for your company, obliging her would be but a small repayment.

By twilight, the sprawling green meadows of Egladil come alive with unnumbered revelers milling about the laden food tables and wine stations. The lively melodies of flute, lute, harp carry over the crowd’s voices to greet you as you arrive, walking just a few paces behind the cousins, two ethereally lovely maidens of silver hair and laughing eyes. Celebrian and Nimeithel draw the gazes of nearly every ellon they pass, gazes that you hope to avoid by keeping yours pinned to the ground.

But you catch yourself, steel your resolve to mind your manners, and rise above the impulse to hide away. The musicians on the central dais strike up a carola, and you are swept into a flurry of elves rushing together to form a circle. To your right, Nimeithel grabs your hand, and to your left, an ellon you have never met or seen before wraps his fingers around yours. His grip is gentle but sure, as bold and confident as the smile he flashes at you. At once the circle begins to turn, with every individual in it moving at the fast pace of the song, leaving you no time to think. This dance is not familiar to you, but you release your body to the music’s tempo, and your steps fall in sync with the rest of the group. 

A few more songs later, you are flushed and out of breath, half from exertion and half a result of sheer mirth. A cup of wine is pressed into your hand and you join in the conversation with some new acquaintances. You forget to care who your friends might be introducing you as, and it seems no one cares to question your identity anyhow. You find it proven yet again that the Tawarwaith are exceedingly warm and unabashed in their exuberance, and furthermore have a gift for enticing the shyest of newcomers to join in their merriment. 

“This is excellent wine!” proclaims Nimeithel, holding her empty cup aloft. Her fair cheeks have gone a telltale shade of pink. “But I’m afraid I cannot have another if I wish to stay on my feet for the rest of the evening!”

“It is stronger than any vintage I have ever been served,” Celebrian remarks. She had taken only a sip or two of hers before refusing the rest. “Is it from the King’s cellars?” 

“I believe it came from Greenwood, my lady,” says the ellon named Lindir, the same one who had taken your hand at the carola and since then remained in your group’s company. “I saw wine barrels with King Oropher’s mark being delivered to the feasting hall this morning.”

“Ah!” exclaims Gwaerendir, one of the King’s kinsmen and--as revealed to you in hushed confidence--Nimeithel’s suitor. “I should have guessed. It is not Oropher’s way to send such a gift. This is his son’s doing.”

“Thranduil!” Nimeithel’s eyes widen. “Has he come to celebrate with us? Why did you not mention this sooner?”

“You know him as well as I do. It would be easier to give advance notice of a gale in a storm than of Thranduil’s comings and goings,” laughs Gwaerendir. “I know not for certain if he is here, but I would be shocked if he sent his best wine to a feast that he is not attending.”

While they continue their banter, Celebrian draws you aside to whisper, “Thranduil is King Oropher’s only son, the prince of Greenwood the Great. They were raised together in Menegroth--he, Nimeithel and Gwaerendir.”

The dreaded coldness washes over you at the mere mention of Thingol’s fallen fortress. The urge to run away from present company threatens to overwhelm you. Celebrian is quick to notice and slips her arm across your shoulders reassuringly. 

“Remember my mother’s words, Maereth,” she says firmly. “You are among friends and have nothing to fear in Lorinand. You have our love and our discretion.”

You could not help but smile and draw courage from her stout declaration. “I have heard of the Prince of Greenwood, but did not realize he and Nimeithel were such old friends. Do you know him well?”

“He and his father lived in Harlindon for a time, before they migrated east. But I was just a child then, and those memories of him are few.” She links her arm through yours and steers you away from the rest of the group. “He would come to our home to visit my father. I watched them train with swords once, and when he disarmed Ada, it frightened me so much I cried.”

“How strange that I never encountered him then. It seems our paths should have crossed over so many years.”

Celebrian ponders this for a moment. “By the time you arrived from Mithlond, I believe Thranduil began to travel a lot, all across Eriador. I remember my parents talking about how King Oropher blamed Ada for influencing his son. But you heard Gwaerendir describe him--untamed like a storm’s wind.”

“Does he visit Lorinand often?”

“More often now that Nimeithel is here to complete the reunion of their trio.” Celebrian squeezes your arm in another effort to soothe your anxieties. “Do not let his trappings intimidate you. He is cut from the same cloth as Gwaerendir. I think you will enjoy his company. Or find it amusing, at the very least.”

But her well-intentioned statement only tightens the knot in your stomach. You cast a glance back in Gwaerendir’s direction, where he stands gesturing animatedly as he regales his friends with a tale. Handsome and charming and relentlessly cheerful, he has shown not a slight hint of the animosity many Sindar tend to harbor towards Noldor entering their lands. But you know his behavior is influenced in no small part by his devotion to Nimeithel. And he does not know the whole truth about you, a safeguard that can crumble with even a minor slip in conversation. 

Distraction comes to the rescue in the form of Lindir, who politely interrupts to request a dance with you. The refined young elf-lord is easy company, and before long you find yourself alone with him, losing track of your friends after several turns on the dance floor. You mention feeling hungry, and at once he escorts you to the banquet. 

Lindir exchanges familiar greetings with nearly every elf he encounters, and takes the extra step to introduce you as well. His gallant efforts to make you feel welcomed threaten to backfire as your anxiety blooms anew; calling attention to your presence is exactly what you sought to avoid. But as you take a seat at one of the long tables, you find most of the company are too preoccupied with their own enjoyment to pay close attention to a stranger in their midst. The Mereth Nuin Giliath draws visitors from as far as Imladris, making you just one among many new faces in the city. Your dining companions, with the exception of Lindir, interact with you very little, and seem more interested in their cups of the potent Greenwood wine than in asking you questions. Your nerves gradually settle and before long, you slip back into a state of relaxed, quiet enjoyment.  

After partaking of the sumptuous bounty of dishes from King Amdir’s kitchens, you accept Lindir’s offer to take a stroll along the banks of the Celebrant. He is happy to continue doing most of the talking, and sates your curiosity with detailed answers to your queries about Lorinand, about his duties in the royal household, and every topic you use to divert the conversation from yourself.

Back towards the festivities, you hear distant voices rise together in a shared song. You stop to listen more closely, moved by the sweetness of the unfamiliar hymn. Suddenly an even more melodious voice graces your ears, as Lindir begins to follow along, first humming in a rich baritone before singing the lyric, which you then realize is in the Silvan tongue. 

“You have a gift,” you murmur in shy but genuine admiration, for truthfully his was perhaps the single loveliest singing voice you had ever heard from an ellon.

He accepts the compliment with a gracious nod. “Do you speak Silvan, my lady?”

“Only a little, I’m afraid.”

He proceeds to translate the lyrics for you. The Iay narrates the romance between the embodiments of autumn and spring, of their tragic longing to be together, but their differences in nature would not allow it.

“Is that not a rather somber topic to sing about at a festival?”

“That may be so, but it is a tradition as old as the Mereth itself,” Lindir chuckled. “Many of us Tawarwaith learned the song from our cribs. And you will find that our people do not unnecessarily constrain ourselves with rules and convention. It is a beloved melody and so we will sing it no matter the occasion.”

You smile, knowing the implied comparison to the Noldor, your kin, who perhaps obsessed far too much about customs and propriety. “I will admit, that does sound liberating.”

Lindir tilts his head and studies you for a moment with an intent, but not ungentle, stare. “If I may,” he finally says. “Your eyes… I have never seen such colored eyes before. They are extraordinary.”

Startled by the compliment, you divert your gaze like a thief caught red-handed, even as you respond with a soft, “Thank you.” The way the hue of your eyes shift back and forth from green to gold is not within your control, but it is subtle enough that most people do not notice it, unless they have been staring at your face for a good while. 

You did not realize Lindir had been looking at you that closely. 

It is not the ellon’s interest that flusters you, however. It is the attention called to this very rare physical trait that, as far as you know, was bequeathed to you by your mother, and her mother before her. It linked you unequivocally to a lineage that you are in a constant battle to obfuscate.

"If I embarrassed you Lady Maereth, I do apologize," Lindir says to cut the awkward silence. "I am not usually so forward."

Before reassurances can leave your lips, your attention is redirected to Celebrant's flowing waters, where a distant shape materializes from behind the trees running along the curved bank, drifting lazily downstream in your direction.

Peals of silvery laughter rise above the river's steady babble, announcing the presence of passengers upon the approaching boat. As the vessel comes into clearer view, you see it is a work of art in itself, painted pure white and constructed in the shape of a swan.

The swanships of Alqualondë. Joy and grief clash in your heart to finally behold Lorinand's tribute to those fabled masterpieces of the Falmari shipwrights, mirroring the conflict between the two sides of your heritage.

You take a few steps back, your mind scrambling for an excuse to depart without hurting Lindir’s feelings.

But before you can turn away, you catch sight of him.

On the deck of the large boat are four passengers. Three giggling elleths cluster around the one ellon, upon whom your full attention has fallen. He stands tall with the proud, self-assured carriage only seen in lords of the highest status, his bearing further enhanced by the elegant make of his forest-green tunic. His silver hair falls to his waist, even longer and finer than Celebrian's, held in place by only a thin circlet. His face…

Suddenly, you find yourself looking straight into his eyes. Turning his face away from his companions and towards the river’s edge, he finds you. That gaze, greyish blue as a winter’s sky, locks onto yours, and traps it. You cannot move, helpless as those fierce eyes reach deep into you, probing with a curiosity that would not be denied. And as reticent as you have always been, and protective of your secrets, a small voice rises in your mind and echoes in your heart, calling for you to welcome him in, as though he belongs there.

No. You will not. Your will fights against this urging, this spell, or whatever magic the elf-prince Thranduil may be casting upon you, and you tear your gaze away. You catch just a glimpse of surprise, perhaps even frustration, on the Silvan royal’s face. You feel a swell of pride and triumph as you smooth the skirt of your dress and sniff as you physically turn away from Thranduil of Greenwood, and cast your smile at Lindir. 

“I would love to listen to and learn more songs of the Tawarwaith, if you would honor me.” 

Lindir beams as you slip your hand into the crook of his offered arm, and you let him lead you away from the riverbank, ignoring the furious stare that follows you in your departure.

[shirefantasies]

I wish you the best of luck with recovery! Hope it's speedy and painless🙏

And yeah ofc! This is one of my lotr ocs :3 him and Legolas are together! Yk how most elves have the silently judging vibe? Avalon judges loudly and directly in front of the person that's being annoying😭 which Legolas appreciates that he calls people out for the bs but also because Avalon is actually very kind hearted

also Thranduil and Avalon are gossip buddies!

https://i.ibb.co/zsXqGMK/Avalon.png

-🌱

Thank you so much, these past 2 days are rough but I’m trying to stay strong and remember it’s not forever! And that I didn’t want to keep being sick every month 😅 so the pain is bad but I really think I only have a few days left unless something goes wrong, fingers crossed 🤞🏻

Oooh he’s so pretty! Wish I could draw faces like that! Getting unique and pretty features is hard 🥺 omg I can picture him being friends with Lindir too if they ever met 😂😂😂

[blankdblank]

Thranduil x Therapist oc

Garlic & Clover - Falling to Middle Earth might have been the best thing that could have happened in your life after two devastating losses. Culture clashes and stubborn Dwarves however bring about a plan to escape with the help of the Elf King no less. Change and a share of histories and talents might find the King was very much in need of saving too.

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 - Pt 4 - Pt 5 - Pt 6 -

[aeonianarchives]

Wrong Lindor

Summery: Temporary Oc Due to a convo with Tara and to quote Tara, Imagine Reader from our world who loves lindor chocolate - they here lindor is coming and THEY ARE LIKE YES I AM GOING TO EAT IT ALL UP. everyone:😳😳😳

That is what I am going to do yes i am going to do it.

Pairing: Lindor (Oc) x Reader (I am sorry i couldn't resist)

Lindir don't know quite what to think

Warning: Somewhat Sexual References

A/n: my brain went BRRRRRRRR while writing this so got side tracked a bit.

Taglist and the mastermind behind me writing this: @eunoiaastralwings

This whole Lindor thing came from Tara's Anon Here (Read if you wish Tara's writings are amazing i highly recommend them)

"Lindor will be returning to Imladris soon" Elrond said

"Lindor aw yes i am going to eat it all up" you said common sense not coming to you, you didn't even think Middle earth even had Chocolate so why would they have Lindor, it would be to good to be true but one can wish

You looked between the elven lords and Lindir who were stood and sat around the table Gandalf had brought you to Imladris not long after finding you there you had stayed and you didn't know middle earth also had your favorite choclate you were not even aware they had coco beans and yet here it was Lindor was coming.

"Did you just say you would eat all of Lindor up" Glorfindel said raising his eyebrow you glanced to Lindir who was flustered red and was looking really nervous.

"Whats wrong with eating Lindor they are tasty it is my favorite" You said making Elladan spit out his drink

"Y/n dear I love you as a friend but don't even say you will eat Lindor" Elladan said

"What why Lindor is the nicest and sweet best thing ever to be created" You said drooling at the mouth remembering the taste of the chocolate

"I think we are talking about very diffrent thing Lindor is not nice or sweet nor is he the best" Erestor said

"so you don't have Lindor in your world" you said your smile dropping and disappointment retching your voice as if your heart had been broken into millions of peices

"i believe our Lindor and your Lindor are very different people" Elrond said

"People? Lindor is a brand of chocolate" you said

"Chocolate" Lindir questioned

"Oh songbird your sweet tooth would love it i wish i didn't run out the day before i got transported here I would of given you some i absolutely adore Lindor it's my favorite it is so deep and smooth yet the richness of it doesn't overwhelm your taste" You said

"Please do not talk about Lindor like that I can't get him out of my head that's terrifying Lindor being soft to anyone other than Lindir, i will be scared for that day" Elladan said as he shivered and curled up in his chair

"That is somewhat terrifying" Glorfindel said the days from that meeting soon turned into weeks and you got closer with Elronds right hand man

"So this Lindor which you were saying would return who is he if he's not chocolate i can eat" You said

"Please stop saying you would eat my brother because given the opportunity you properly would" Lindir muttered the last bit still flustered to have your head in his lap

"Oh what is this my dear baby brother with a lover" Came a voice you froze slightly if you could explain a chocolate would have a voice it would be that especially caramel chocolate mixed with maybe pecan, his voice was deep but soft and very smooth a man stood looking down over Lindir his hair reached just before it hit you, he was much taller than Lindir and he had a warm caramel skin colour while Lindirs hair reminded you of cinnamon his hair reminded you of cappuccino oh how you missed your coffee and your chocolate.

"I see what you mean lindir i would eat him he is like a mocha kitkat" you muttered

"A mocha what now also do not eat me, take me out for a drink at least first you rude human" Lindor said

"They said they would eat you all up before Mellon nin" Elladan said approaching

"Oh is that so i am flattered but why don't we get to know eachother if M'lady so wished to" Lindor said

"Your not what your made out to be mr chocolate" Lindir raised his eyebrow at the nickname

"Oh" Lindor said Lindir had noticed how he brother stole you from him it wasn't a bad thing in fact it pushed him and Glorfindel closer given as both their 'best friends' ignored them now for eachother

"Do you think we got replaced Songbird" Glorfindel said as he saw Lindor laughed the man never laughed so how could you make him laugh

"I wonder if you taste like chocolate or just sound and look like chocolate" you said moving a strand of Lindor's hair behind his ear

"Would you like to find out" Lindor said making you flustered he was much more confident that Lindir which threw you off how could someone like him be related to the soft adorable lovable lindir who get flustered when he even brushes a hand with someone.

"Did you just tell me to suck your dick" you questioned

"My my human you certainly have a dirty mind what made you think i was even thinking about that, if you want to be that blunt about marrying me I suppose if you wanted it enough you could but we would miss a couple of steps I was suggesting we start courting and you could kiss me" Lindor said

"Thats one way to ask me out you don't even know if i like you" You said

"I am not as oblivious as my brother I can see the look you give me and you suggest rather romantic things either you know nothing of elvish customs or you do and are pretending to not know them you touched my hair either you don't know the hair is intimate to elves or you are ignoring it and pretending not to know" Lindor siad

"I am so sorry i must it slipped my mind I wasn't paying attention I am sorry it won't happened again" you said

"I liked it though" Lindor said

"I- you really want me to date you okay then i will" you said

"Do not say yes just for my benefit i want your heart not your pity" Lindor said

"I am not giving you my pity i- i did not know if you really wished for me or not your an elf i am a human your immortal i certainly am not" you said

"Elves have been known to date humans most of the time they give up their immortality to be with them" Lindor said you gave him a deadpanned look

"Don't go throwing away your immortality because of me if you do i will personally murder you Lindor like i murder the rest of my Lindor back home" You said

"Don't you eat chocolate so you would eat me" Lindor said making you blush

"Why are you like this" You questioned.

"Gi Melin Meleth nin I can be your Lindor if you like and you can eat me any day" Lindor said resting his head on your shoulder with a smile

"Gi What now, I do not speak pointy eared hobgoblin" you said

"How dare you call me a hobgoblin they are very ugly" Lindor said

"To elvish standards you are not far off" you said making Lindor give you an offened look

"I didn't mean it, it was a joke" you said wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to cover his cheek in kisses

"if you say so hummingbird" Lindor said you paused

"Why Hummingbird" you said

"Why not your small and remind me of one" Lindor said with one of his arms which was around your waist stroking your cheek with his hand now

"Lindirs a hummingbird" you huffed

"He already has the nickname songbird way before you fell into middle earth no way you are changing that one" Lindor said

Elvish Translation:

Gi Melin, Meleth Nin - I love you My Love.

[tamurilofrivendell]

Heart Of Stone | Chapter 4

previous chapters: 1, 2, 3,

AO3 LINK

pairing(s): Thranduil x Tamuril (oc) storyline: Tamuril was in love with Haldir but the battle at Helms Deep took away all hope she had for the future. She struggles with her grief and tensions eventually run high when she shares a moment with Lord Elrond she feels she cannot come back from and flees Rivendell, hiding herself away in the Elvenking Thranduil’s Halls. chapter summary: Elrond takes Tamuril back to Rivendell after saving her from the orcs. She and Thranduil cross paths again.

Elrond leaned down, took hold of Tamuril’s arm and pulled, hauling her up onto the horse behind him. She couldn’t tell if he was angry or not but she didn’t really dwell on it as she wrapped her arms around his waist and held on as he turned the horse around and urged it back in the direction of Rivendell.

She listened to the thundering hooves as the blood rushed in her ears and her heart hammered in her chest. Feeling was starting to come back and she could feel herself beginning to shake just slightly. Her hold on Elrond tightened marginally, finding comfort in his solid presence. 

Upon returning to Rivendell, Tamuril saw Nessa getting off a horse somewhere up front. She hadn’t even thought about Nessa since the orc had been aiming to kill her. She felt a twinge of guilt at not being concerned for her friend’s wellbeing but she pushed it away, moving to let go of Elrond and dismount. He followed a moment after, wordlessly gesturing for her to follow him.

She felt like a child as she walked behind him in the direction of his study, eyes trained on the floor beneath her feet. From the corner of her eye, she noticed a flash of movement at the end of the hall and instinctively looked towards it. Thranduil was standing, silently observing. Tamuril looked away and stepped into the study, letting the door shut behind her.

Elrond gestured to a chair for Tamuril to sit and moved to gather up the things he would need to fix the wound on her leg. Luckily it wasn’t poisoned and would heal well enough. She winced as he did his best to be gentle but the blade of the orc had been anything but and the proof was left on her ankle. Elrond wrapped the wound and then stood, retreating across the room. He stood at the window for what felt like forever, gazing out into the night. 

“What were you doing?” He finally asked, turning around gracefully to face her. His eyes felt like knives as he took her in. 

Tamuril shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, twisting her fingers in the fabric of her skirt. She shrugged. “Nessa wanted to take the horses out, we… I didn’t mean to fall asleep, I…”

“No.” Elrond’s patient, level voice broke through her rambling. “What were you doing? What were you thinking?”

Tamuril realised that he wasn’t talking about how the two girls had found themselves out there or even why they had left in the first place… he was asking why she had simply lay there, accepting her fate, looking death in the eye… welcoming it.

Had he been able to tell?

The look on his face told her yes.

She swallowed thickly, frowning as her gaze shifted once more to her shoes. She didn’t know what she could say to him. She didn’t think she had any answers. At least none that he would accept or like.

“I don’t know.” She whispered.

His finger lifted her chin, startling her as she hadn’t heard him crossing the room. Elrond gently forced her to look him in the eye, his expression hard, though it softened after a few moments. 

“My darling girl, please…” 

That was all it took to break the dam. Tamuril’s eyes filled up with tears and she began to sob. Elrond’s arms closed around her and pulled her against him, holding her tight. He wished that he could take it all away but his skills could only go so far. He had learned that with his wife, Celebrian.

“Shh…” He soothed softly, fingers gently brushing through her hair in an attempt to comfort her. 

“I’m sorry.” Tamuril forced out breathlessly, voice muffled as she hid her face against his chest. 

“You are safe. That is what matters.” Elrond had found himself slightly angry, not that he would admit it to her, but it had been born from fear. The fear of seeing her so calmly accepting death as her way out. Tamuril would have fought back, she would have struggled. Before, at least. Did she truly think she had nothing left to live for? 

Tamuril wasn’t sure where these tears had come from. She had been pretty sure that she had cried herself dry and could no longer display such emotion. She felt vulnerable as she sobbed into Elrond’s robe but if there was anyone she could accept looking this way in front of right now, it was him.

Elrond held her until her tears dried up. She sniffed, feeling too awkward to move back right away, staying in his embrace for a few more embarrassingly long moments. Then, Tamuril stepped away and lifted her arm, wiping her eyes. Elrond’s smile was sad as his thumb brushed across her cheek, catching the tear she had missed.

“Get some sleep, Tamuril.” He said gently, turning her around and opening the door for her. “We will discuss this later.” The conversation was clearly not done but Elrond didn’t want to add more stress and strain to her night. Tamuril didn’t know whether she’d rather he just got it all out of the way now and spared her the anxiety of waiting for his disappointment. With one last look at him, she quickly retreated from his study and padded down the hall. 

“Are you well?”

The voice made Tamuril jump out of her skin. As she turned the corner in a hurry, she hadn’t seen Thranduil still lurking in the shadows until his voice rang out.

She took a moment to recover, turning to look at him and give a curt nod. “Of course.”

“Forgive me for saying so but you do not look it.” 

Tamuril had hoped that he would let it go at her reply but of course not. When did Thranduil Oropherion just let things go?

“Well, forgive me.” She replied, snapping slightly. “But I do not think it is any of your business.” Tamuril turned away from him. “Your Majesty.” She hastily tacked the title on at the end as she strode away from him. 

She slammed the door when she reached her chamber, fresh tears springing to her eyes as she sank down to the floor. Her back pressed against the door and she let it go, the sobs tearing themselves from her throat as everything once more crashed down on top of her.

On the other side of the door Thranduil stood, listening. He had followed her, not even really aware that his feet had been leading him until he found himself standing here. His face was a mask, expression emotionless, but his heart leapt slightly as he listened to the girl on the other side of the door drowning in her grief and depression. After a moment, he turned and strode away.

[runawaymun]

Not-Yet-Written-Fics Game

Tagged by @camille-lachenille to talk about the various fics swimming around in my soup of a brain that I haven't gotten around to writing anything down about. Y'know, the ones that exist in vivid detail inside my head. So here's a rough list, and you guys can send me asks about them if you want <3

The Kidnap Fam Fic - the one where I finally write down the abduction of Elrond and Elros from Sirion, as I see it, and how 'Love grew' between E&E and M&M, re how Tolkien phrases it, with all the messiness and the fucked-upness and the complex trauma and, yeah, the love.

Celrond get-together enemies-to-lovers speedrun. -- NOT the Celrond arranged marriage AU, of which I have actually written about three chapters. This is, instead, how I see them in a more canon sense.

Rivendell's Tiny Tearaway - another adopted family fic (what's new) but this time it's about Elrond, Estel, and Gilraen.

The Magician's Nephew x LOTR crossover that would make Tolkien spin in his grave and CS Lewis cackle with delight.

Stranger Things x LOTR crossover (mostly centered around One/Vecna and Elrond).

MGME except it's my OC from my sci fi novel.

Celebrimbor Lives AU

Celrondir (Celrond x Lindir) origins fic

Partake Prequel

EDIT: Adding two more that I forgot about

10. The Elrond in Valinor fic + second flight of the Noldor 11. Another MGME but it's just my OCs from my historical fiction novel

Tagging: @lordgrimwing @jaz-the-bard @niennawept @glorf1ndel @raointean @thesummerestsolstice & anyone else who wants to play!

[justpostsyeet]

Glorfindel : Why do you have so many hairbows!?

Mîr : Why do you have bows?

Glorfindel : To kill my enemies . What's the corelation ?

Mîr : Fool! You use your bows to kill the enemies. I use my bows to get dressed to depress, burn them in their own jealously and when needed i can unfurl the bow and use it to strangle anybody.

Glorfindel :

Glorfindel : wow

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Failed Assignment- Lindir x OC

Lindir x Marina

Description: Lindir is always there for Marina, in both a good way and bad way. 

Word Count: 1.6k

Assignment: King Thranduil of Mirkwood and his council have not given their answer about the creature Gollum still being locked up there. Go to Mirkwood and make sure that the creature Gollum is still in captivity. The task seemed simple enough, but for Marina it was important that everything went well. She desperately wanted to prove her worth to Elrond, though he constantly said that she had no reason to. And maybe it was just for Marina, she didn’t want to feel like she can’t do anything when it comes to Rivendell, especially with its ties to other kingdoms in Middle Earth. That’s why everything needed to go perfect for her. 

Which is why it made no sense that Marina was still so calm as she packed. Maybe it hadn’t processed to her yet. Whatever the reason was, she was glad that she wasn’t worried because she knew that it would just make things ten times worse. 

“Marina?” Lady Saelion’s voice came from the other side of the girl’s bedroom door as she knocked. 

“Yes, My Lady?” 

“Lindir is here to see you. Would you like me to send him in?” The woman’s kind (albeit muffled from the door between them) voice called in response. Marina was confused for a moment as to why he was there, but still agreed. Just a minute later another knock came from her door before it opened. Lindir stepped inside, and for a moment any worries Marina had melted away at the sight of his sweet smile. He had a way of doing that to her. 

“Good morning Lindir,” she greeted cheerfully. 

“Good morning Marina,” he returned the greeting as he walked over to her. “The carriage should be ready any minute now. Lord Elrond sent me to make sure your bags were packed and you were ready.” Marina nodded. 

“Oh, yes. I’m ready,” she answered softly as she moved back to her bed where her bags sat, buckling the last buckle. 

“Are you okay, meleth nin (my love)?” Lindir suddenly asked as he followed her. 

“Of course I am,” she responded, looking at him curiously. “Why wouldn’t I be?”  

“Because this is a big mission you’re going on and I would personally be intimidated,” the minstrel answered matter-of-factly. The girl couldn’t help but laugh at that. 

“What? Going to Mirkwood to make sure Gollum is still there? It’s hardly that big nor anything I should be truly worrying myself over, meleth (love),” she laughed softly. 

“But there are so many questions, so many ‘what-if’s,” Lindir shot back, leaning against her bed frame. “For example: will they even allow you in since you aren’t an official like Erestor or Glorfindel? What if Gollum truly isn’t in captivity? How would King Thranduil react to your visit? What if-“

“Lindir,” she laughed once again, which caught his attention as she took her hand in his. “Calm down before you start making me nervous. I will be fine. Lord Elrond has already sent a letter notifying King Thranduil that I will be coming in Erestor and/or Glorfindel’s place. And if he didn’t want me to come then he should have responded by now, we’ve given him multiple opportunities. If the slim chance of Gollum not being locked up ends up being true, then we can just cross that bridge when we get to it. I’m not being sent to look for him melethdel (darling),” she said, attempting to ease his nerves. When he still looked unsure, she stepped in front of him and held both of his hands tightly. 

“I know you’re worried about me,” she started softly, staring into his eyes. “But this is my chance to help the valley I call home, even if it isn’t much. I will not be in any danger, I’m just checking to make sure the creature is still in captivity. Everything will be okay.” Lindir had a hard time believing her, but he nodded anyway. He knew that he wouldn’t get her to change her mind either way. 

“Well then, may I help you with your bags?” He nodded to the objects in question. Marina accepted his offer and handed him two of her four bags, holding the other two. They walked out of her home and to the front of the Last Homely House, where her horse Omara was already prepared and waiting for her along with several guards to see her to Mirkwood safely. The guards aided Lindir in strapping Marina’s things to the horses silently. Once Marina climbed onto Omara, she looked at her beloved. He still looked unsure about her departure, so she decided to do something to keep him calm. 

“Lindir,” she called softly. That caught his attention, and he watched curiously as she slid a ring off her finger and dropped it into his hands. Upon inspecting it closely he realized that it was in fact the ring her father gave her before he and her mother left for Valinor. She cherished it more than anything, and Lindir became both shocked and touched that she was giving it to him. 

“Watch over it for me while I’m gone. I hope it will give you comfort,” Marina added softly, which made him smile. He reached out and took her hand in his much warmer one, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. 

“I will,” he responded gently, dropping her hand. She offered him one more smile before beginning to lead the guards off. Just before she was out of sight she waved to him and blew a kiss, which made him blush. He would definitely be missing her for the next few days. 

He wasn’t there. Gollum had escaped Mirkwood’s dungeons from under the guards’ (and Thranduil’s) noses. The one thing that shouldn’t have gone wrong, went wrong. Marina was a wreck about it. Now she understood why Lindir is so worried all the time. Lord Elrond was expecting a report about her findings, which she realized she could never do face to face because in her mind, she had failed Lord Elrond. So, she instead sent a letter to him ahead of time before they left so he understood what happened.  

When she returned to Rivendell she didn’t go see him to discuss it. In fact she didn’t want to see anyone at the moment. As soon as Omara was fed, brushed and put into her stall she went home and locked herself in her room. She just laid in bed and refused to let anyone in, too upset about the horrible turn of events. Everyone in Lord Elrond’s household was aware of what happened, and they understandably pitied the girl. Lindir felt the most terrible for her though, he understood how important it was to her that everything went right. 

That’s why he showed up at Lord Faeorn’s house the next day, ready to comfort her. He let the minstrel in with a sympathetic smile then showed him to the girl’s room. Once the Lord walked away, Lindir exhaled softly then knocked on her door. 

“Please, just go away.” Lindir’s heart broke at the hoarseness of her voice. Who knows how long she had been crying at this point. Nevertheless he shook his head and carefully opened the door. 

“It is me,” he called softly. The girl’s curtains were closed and there were no candles lit, which made the room pretty dark save for the sliver of light from the doorway. That didn’t mean he couldn’t see her small form curled up under her duvet. He made sure to close the door behind him then took a seat on the edge of her bed, resting his hand on (what he assumed was) her shoulder comfortingly. 

“Are you okay?” Granted, it was a stupid question. Of course she wasn’t, but thankfully she didn’t say anything about it and instead shook her head. 

“You were right,” she mumbled, voice muffled by her duvet. Lindir shook his head immediately as he settled down beside her, his arm wrapping around her waist. 

“No, meleth nin, this isn’t about that. Aside from Mirkwood, no one could have guessed that Gollum had escaped. His escape wasn’t your fault. Like you said, you were simply going to check then report back on whether he was there or not. You had no control over the situation.” 

“It still doesn’t feel good though,” the girl said, peeking her head out of the covers. “My first mission for Elrond and I’m forced to return knowing that he’s disappointed. And yes, I know it’s not me he’s disappointed in, but it still involves me.” 

“There will be many times after this that fate turns in your favor. This was just a test to prove that you could do something like this, and guess what? You passed, and it’ll only be improvements from here on out. That’s nothing to be upset about, is it?” The girl thought over his words, then ultimately shook her head. That caused a smile to form on his face and he pressed a kiss to her forehead. 

“Now, Lord Elrond has invited you over for dinner. How do you feel about going?” The girl copied his expression then nodded, feeling much better now. Lindir nodded as well then stood up, moving the covers off of her. 

“Good, up you get.” He held out his hands and helped her up, then waited outside the door as she freshened up. When she walked out, was there to lead her out of Lord Faeorn’s house and into Lord Elrond’s, where everyone was waiting eagerly to celebrate her return. Marina was glad she had someone like Lindir to take care of her, and that was obvious to everyone for the rest of the evening.

[eunoiaastralwings]

Can I get headcanons on how elves flirt in general or court someone they have a crush on? I'm assuming it's not like how humans do, since they are wise and fairer than most other races. 💘

How Elves Crush/Flirt or Being in Love ft. my original characters

pairing elves x reader (separate)

a/n I put many elves as I possibly could - added my ocs too (in italics). I may have changed it up a little - sorry it just flowed. As always I love for you @theladyvanya for helping me out with characters I haven’t written before

HOPELESS ROMANTICS: Sings songs or dedicates poetry or make handcrafted ornaments or trinkets to win you over - something made their with love and admiration for you. Sometimes stumbles when speaking to you. Showers you with compliments daily - although nervous. Brings flowers or handcrafted delicate hair clip pieces. Hair is important to very elf - but they would make it romantic, if even gifting giving is not your style. They makes things special and mark every little occasion and make it romantic. Basically they show their love to through gifts.

Maglor, Finrod, Nerdanel, Celebrian, Arwen, Galadriel, Celeborn, Fingon, Idril, Ecthelion, Míriel, Aredhel, Pre-Oath Maedhros, Fingolfin, Finarfin, Glorfindel, Lúthien, Beleg, Dior Lúthriel, Cóloniélë

THE OBLIVOUSLY OBVIOUS TO GIFT GIVERS: They are really head over heels in love without you - they are usually very stubborn act stern around most. But the moment you walk through that door, it like you ground them - suddenly whatever stress, frustration or anger they felt melted away with the site of you. They think they are being completely oblivious - but the stares and the visually relaxing of their stress-filled bodies, or how they speak to with the utmost care trying to throw in a few nice words here or there, that speaks volumes to others. They do not know show to show proper affection - or it would take time to learn so instead they showers you with gifts once they have come to terms with their feelings - once the gifts come in they will not stop until you tell them it is too much xD

Caranthir, Erestor, Thranduil, Feanor, Haldir, Feanor, Curufin, Argon, Post-Angband Maedhros, Ixalië

HELPLESSY AND HOPELESSY IN LOVE IDIOTS: The cannot make one sentence out correctly to their crush. They try to be discreet but it never goes as plans - easily when other elves easily point it out. They are blushing mess trying to speak with you. Sometimes they try the way of becoming your secret admirer - trying to build up their courageous through sweet little notes it trinkets, before they try and confess to you. They will stumble and fall over their words - embarrassed and flustered - they might try and make a run for it but hold on to them please.

Lindir, Maeglin, Caranthir, Finarfin, Penlod, Amrod, Amras, Beleg, Cala, Lúthriel

THE CONFIDENT ONES: They can be real flirts - yes the smirking, winking, innuendo jokes and all. They are not ashamed or embarrassed to flirt with you - but rather confident in their feeling of wanting to make you theirs. They try and snatch you up fast too as they are afraid of others trying to whisk you away - the faster your heart belongs to them the better. They will make it very obvious they are interest in you so - except lots of PDA when trying to flirt with you, especially when you fall hard and fast.

Celegorm, Egalmoth, Elladan, Elrohir, Amrod, Amras, Glorfindel, Rog, Angrod, Valinor!Quildalótien

AFRAID TO FALL IN LOVE AGAIN: They are truly and utterly in love with you - but they are afraid of the feeling of love or falling in love again. Especially if you are a mortal - they either cannot give up their immortality and watch you pass away or gain mortality and leave behind their family - but if they are from a high rank family or already have children unfortunately they would need to choose the former and it the hardest choice they ever had to make. They are afraid of getting their heartbroken again - please cherish and love them for as long as you can. While crushing on you - they are very overprotective of you and thats how you will know - perhaps an argument breaks out where they have been bottling it all up. They need to know where you are all times to keep themselves sane too. Their overprotectiveness speaks for their lover for you. They are also afraid to put you in danger by being involved romantically with them.

Turgon, Caranthir, Elrond, Haldir, Nerdanel, Amrod, Celebrimbor, Fingolfin, Fingon, Post-Angband Maedhros, Ecthelion, Míriel, Dior, Beleg, Argon, Aegnor, Middle Earth!Quildalótien, Cóloniélë, Cala

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[sotwk]

Intruders (Fili x OC fanfic, first of series)

Summary: During their sojourn at Rivendell, Fili makes the acquaintance of an elf-maid who is surprisingly familiar with the ways of Dwarves. Unlike the rest of the Company however, he is less enchanted by and more suspicious of this mysterious stranger.

Part One of a planned series about the relationship between Fili x OC elleth, called "The Only Gold".

Word count: 2.3 k 

Pairing: Fili x FemOC (2nd Person POV)

Content: Prelude to romance, friendship, fluff, mild angst, The Hobbit events, Dwarf shenanigans

Warnings: None

To Read on AO3: Link

Dedication: For @fizzyxcustard, the first Durin (Thorin) writer to befriend me on Tumblr and who introduced me to the wonderful community of Durin stans! My first foray into Erebor is rightfully dedicated to you. Thank you for being such a supportive mutual to me and others in our orbit!

The Only Gold

Intruders

Third Age 2941 June

Imladris, The Last Homely House

It was difficult to decide which amused you more: observing the Naugrim in their merrymaking around the fire, or listening to Lord Lindir’s anguished groans over their antics as he stood in secret watch right next to you. 

“I suppose tomorrow this courtyard shall have to be scrubbed as well,” the elf-lord muttered, his dark eyes scanning the blobs and heaps of food scraps that littered the normally pristine white flagstones of the circular portico. “Tis a small mercy that the Nindari fountain already empties and cleanses itself, otherwise…” He rubbed a hand over his mouth as he cut off his own frustrations. “Forgive me; it has been a long day.”

You rested a gentle hand on his arm. “Do not be so troubled, my lord,” you said, careful to whisper despite the small risk of your voice being heard over the cacophony of laughter and singing. “From my experience, Dwarves mind their manners well enough to clean up after themselves, no matter how terrible the messes they like to make.” 

“I shall have to take your word for it,” Lindir sighed, with a grimace that indicated he remained entirely unconvinced. “What odd little creatures they are! They seem to actually revel in chaos and noise and sheer tomfoolery. And from what I understand, these are not only grown males of their race, but some are also members of Durin’s royal house!”

After a while, the prim elf-lord fell silent to watch you watch the company of outsiders, and soon he picked up on the delight shining from your eyes. 

“How similar are they to Dwarves you have previously engaged with?”

His innocent question called a flood of deep memories to the front of your mind, and the mirth on your face wavered. There was no way for Lindir to have known the specifics, and if he had, his impeccable manners would have restrained him from even broaching the subject. But your most recent experiences with the Naugrim had been filled with mourning and loss and anger, of old wounds that still ached to be soothed by happier remembrances.

“They are the same people, but these are very different circumstances.” You turned back to the gathering and smiled at the scene they created, just a group of kinsmen sharing an evening repast, dining in little more than their underclothes and even less care or concern. "I very much prefer seeing them in this light."

Lindir sniffed at this but refrained from verbalizing further disagreement, as your fondness for Aulë’s Children had become all too apparent. 

After you declined the elf-lord’s offer to escort you back to the main house, he took his leave, with a parting reminder to 'be careful'. It was hard not to feel disappointed at your friend's unrelenting distrust of the Dwarves. Lindir was far older than you, and much wiser in all other matters, but in your heart you were certain his disdain was founded on hearsays and ancient prejudices. 

“Oi, Bombur! Maybe you should get off that table, I can hear the joints creaking from over here.” The shout, though spoken with jest, also carried a command behind it, a tone you often heard being used by members of your family. “If we break one more thing in this fancy-pants inn I think that butler’s head might explode.”

More than the Dwarf's tone, it was his voice itself that captured your attention, that spurred your steps forward so you crept closer for a better view. You scanned the gathering of bearded faces, one by one, but unless that voice spoke up again over the raucous din, it would be impossible to identify the owner with certainty. 

But you knew that voice. You knew not for sure from when or where, but you had heard it before, speaking to you, addressing you by name, stirring up emotions deep within you like the early rays of spring warming the frosted earth. 

The clear sound of cracking wood startled you, and yanked your gaze back to the sight of Bombur, the very fat dwarf, falling smack on his bottom and then toppling on his backside on a pile of broken oak. Your lips twitched and your eyes wrinkled at their sides, but it was the unbridled howls of laughter from the other dwarves that released your own laughter from your throat--a high, delighted giggle that was shamefully loud to your own ears. 

“Shh! Did you hear that?” A voice--the voice--cut sharply through the merriment. It lowered into a menacing growl, suddenly shifting to their ancient mother tongue. “There’s someone out there.” 

* * * * * 

Fili grabbed the knife closest to him, resting atop the pile of his belongings, and darted across the courtyard in the direction of the sound. Kili leaped up to follow his lead, and behind the brothers a mad scramble ensued as some of the others hurried to join in pursuit. 

It was easy to spot the intruder descending the pathwalk that connected their lodging to the sprawling gardens below. The tall, hooded figure had the nerve to walk calmly in their retreat, as though they cared not if they were caught or had no fear of being apprehended. The mark of an elf for sure, Fili thought, and a rush of anger within him hastened his pace. 

“You! Stop!” he shouted, and was so surprised when the stranger complied so quickly that he skidded to an abrupt halt himself. Kili ran hard into him, nearly knocking him over, and there was much grunting and yelping as the rest of the dwarves similarly struggled to keep themselves upright. 

“Who are you?” Fili demanded, raising himself up to full height and straight posture, but mindful enough to keep his knife sheathed at his side. This elf was nowhere near as tall as the riders who had accosted them at their arrival, or even the ones who had attended them at luncheon. Even if they didn’t have him outnumbered, the dwarf was confident he could take him down on his own if necessary. 

“I am a friend, Master Dwarf,” a soft voice spoke from underneath the hood. 

Next to him, Fili sensed Kili shifting his weight uneasily and heard him grunt, “Fili.” The elder Son of Durin at once knew his brother’s thoughts. That voice sounded female. This realization cooled his ire, but just barely. Danger did not recognize gender, he knew that from experience. 

 “A friend would not lurk in the shadows to spy,” Fili said darkly. “A friend would not retreat and skulk away like a thief in the night.”  He took a heavy step forward. “If you are what you say, then prove it and show your face."

A tense silence followed the dwarf-prince’s command. The collective disquiet palpable from the companions that surrounded him only fueled Fili’s irritation. Above all other emotions, he detested cowering the most. Durin’s Folk shrank before no one, no matter whose land they stood on.

At long last, a pair of slender white arms emerged from the folds of the stranger’s cloak, and two hands lowered the velvet hood. Cries and mutterings rose in a sudden tide around Fili, while his own voice failed him completely. It wasn’t until his lungs sucked in a starved, desperate gasp that he realized even breath had temporarily deserted him. 

None of their company, save perhaps Thorin and Balin, had had much contact with she-elves prior to the quest, but when they finally encountered some of these females at the Lord of Rivendell's table, they fairly matched up with the descriptions from the Dwarrowdam tales. This particular creature that stood before them now was unlike her unremarkable kin, and surpassed everything Fili’s elders had taught him to expect. 

It was her hair, above all else, that surely struck the Dwarves with greatest amazement. The color of the purest molten gold, it crowned her fair head and flowed freely down her shoulders, shimmering in waves of glorious light. It was such a sight to behold, so alarming in its unexpected beauty, that Fili dropped his gaze, momentarily doubting whether it was even safe to look upon it. 

Those standing closest to him literally bowed their heads in reverence. Ori and Dori went so far as to bend fully at the waist. Glorin choked on what sounded like a sob, while Kili found actual words to exclaim: "My lady!"

“My lords,” the elf-maid spoke again, high and clear as a wood thrush. “I humbly beg your pardon; I meant no offense by my presence.”

The sweetness that flowed from her polite words continued to charm his companions, but Fili refused to give in to the confusing swirl of emotions that crested within him, not even when her gaze turned at his utterance, again challenging his ability to breathe. “Why were you watching us?”

He felt a fist jab him on the back. “Nadad,” Kili hissed through gritted teeth. 

“It is a fair question,” Fili declared. He felt his boldness grow the longer he persisted. “Their king assured us we would be safe here, but how are we to trust that?” He turned slightly towards his kinsmen as their native Khuzdul rolled from his tongue. “Can you not see that ever since our arrival, they have been trying to uncover our secrets?!”

The only response he received were vague mumblings from dazed faces. Eyes glazed over in dopey trances seemed to pass right through him, listless and unseeing. An orc pack could have descended on them and hacked off some heads before anyone could mount a defense. 

“Stop gaping at her!” Fili snapped at them, tugging hard on his besotted brother’s arm in particular. “You’re falling prey to Elven sorcery for all we know. Don’t let yourselves be lured under her spell!”

“If I were as devious as you claim, Master Dwarf, then why should I admit to understanding your words perfectly?”

The maiden’s silvery voice speaking the guttural tones of their secret language in perfect fluency dropped upon the group like a hammer’s blow. Suddenly the lot of dreamy gazes morphed into expressions of shock, followed by anger. Even a little fear, which overtook any control the dwarves had over their better senses. 

Defensive instincts escalated to bellows of outrage, and hands rose in aggression, hands which unfortunately still clutched a menacing array of weapons. Brandishing his own dagger, Fili saw the elf-maid take a step back, and her withdrawal stirred a new emotion above the conflux in his chest: shame.  

“What is the meaning of this?!”

All heads turned in the direction of the booming shout, and they saw the Master of Imladris coming up the path in furious strides. The sight of him alone caused the dwarves to immediately lower their weapons, sheathe them, or hide them behind their backs. 

Lord Elrond cast a swift, rebuking glare over the gathered dwarves before planting himself between them and the elf-maid. He cupped her face between his hands and quietly spoke to her in indiscernible Elvish. She whispered back with downcast eyes, appearing to Fili almost like a child chastised. 

"She spies on us!" Gloin's temper erupted at the most convenient time, and Fili found himself relieved that someone else was speaking up to argue for their side.

"This is her home, Master Gloin," Elrond responded sharply. "Where you are the visitors. We practice great tolerance in Imladris to make allowances for cultural differences. But I will not abide the harassment of anyone, least of all my kin."

"Enough of this foolishness!" The next rebuke came from Gandalf, who suddenly materialized behind the elves, and looked twice as infuriated as Elrond. “It is one thing to practice table manners differently from the Eldar, but even Dwarves should know how to show a lady proper respect!” He pounded his staff on the ground, silencing any further attempts at protest from the dwarves. 

The wizard then turned and gave a sweeping bow to the elf-maid. "I beg your pardon and understanding on their behalf, dear lady, and offer no poor excuses.”

Fili was no longer surprised when the golden-haired lass smiled brightly at Gandalf, as one would at an old friend. "My heart sings with joy to see you again, Mithrandir."

The rest of their conversation continued in rapid Elvish, leaving the dwarves to cluster together and grumble and mutter in their own separate group. For his part, Fili did not have anything else to say, for he felt oddly weary. He did not even notice the elves had taken their leave until Thorin arrived, demanding explanations, and Gandalf rejoined them to resume the heated discussion about everything that had transpired.  

Fili broke away from the squabbling noise of the company to seek out the departing lord and lady. He spotted them leaving the path to go back up into one of the great houses on the other side of the roaring falls. From so far off he could still see the elf-maid’s golden hair gleaming, its ethereal glory undiminished in the evening shadows. Bitter regret bloomed in the pit of his stomach when she finally vanished from sight.

"I…I know her.”

Fili spun around and saw Bilbo standing a few paces away, staring thoughtfully into the darkness. How much the hobbit had seen of the entire episode, and how long he’d been lurking there, it was always hard to tell with their sneaky burglar. “What are you talking about?”

Bilbo scratched the side of his face, his nose scrunched up in his musing. “That elf-maid. I’m quite certain I’ve met her before. There cannot be many like her running around Middle-earth, and certainly not visiting the Shire."

“The Shire?!” Fili grabbed Bilbo’s arm and dragged him further away from the rest of the company, and out of the notice of his uncle and Gandalf. “Tell me,” he ordered the bewildered hobbit. “Tell me everything you know about her.”

To be continued...

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Ridiculus Masterlist

x Thranduil/Glorfindel -

Ridikulus

Once upon a time the Boy Who Lived and the Girl Who Died protecting him had led them safely to what the imagined to be a new beginning. But the Boy Who Lived didn’t and it’s all left to his former protector to find a new home for all the shattered hearts coated in the ashes of a long standing war. In another last ditch effort to save the survivors from the Battle at Hogwarts Dumbledore’s Army leads the charge to save the other countless children in danger of falling prey to the rising evil in their world. Landing strangely enough in a small hole in the ground…

Re-edited version -

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 - Rivendell - Pt 4 - The White Council and meeting of Kings - Pt 5 - Bartering and Breakfast Ambush - Pt 6 -

 Erebor, Pumpernickel - Pt 7 - Healing Amon Lanc, Sleepover, Meet the Great Grandparents - Pt 8 - Pt 9 -

Meeting Tuo, Curious Elves, Quidditch Training and Meeting Haldir - Pt 10 - Healing the King - Pt 11 - Godric’s Hollow - Clearing the Mountains - Meet the Durins - Pt 12 -

 Tea at Rivendell - Mini Date with Glori - Talks of Babies - Pt 13 - Dursleys - Durins - Speaking with Lindir - Pt 14 - Vote - Lulu’s Adoption - Gringotts - Pt 15 -

Fosters, Newt, Fin - Pt 16 - Rohan and Gondor Conference - Run with Tuo - Pt 17 - Tea at Rivendell - Courting Glori - Pt 18 - Minister’s Banquet - It’s raining Elves - Pt 19 - Mermaids - Pt 20 - Fire Falls with Thrandy - Dinner with the Durins - Pt 21 -

Night Wanderings - Curious Ents, Saruman - Pt 22 - Mother - Confronting Feanoreans - Rohan on the Borders - Pt 23 - Rohan - Lesson with the King - Pt 24 - Rohan - Tonks is found - Pt 25 - Ginny - Godric’s Hollow - Sparring and Hide N Seek - Pt 26 - Rohan Save the Queen - Pt 27 -

 Dueling Club - Paris - Pt 28 - Paris with the Pears - Pt 29 - Pt 30 - Pt 31 -  Pt 32 -

 Back Again - To the Zoo - Opal’s Eggs - Pt 33 - Dance Lessons - Dragon Pox - Welcoming Tea - Pt 34 - Pt 35 - Past - Future - The Mirror - Pt 36 - Through the Mirror Glass Charm - Pt 37 -

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Butterfly Dating

Summery: Glorfindel takes Lindir to a first date in Imladris' butterfly garden Lindir didn't even know existed and one came and landed on his noise, and Elrond is spying on there first date worrying if it's good for Lindir that the golden warrior loves him so much

Oc Introduction: Eirian of Gondolin (I'll make a page about him later and link it)

Pairing: Lindir x Glorfindel

Taglist: @eunoiaastralwings thought some fluff would cheer you up | @elablackcat my partner in crime coming up with ideas for this fic

Soft golden light of late afternoon made way through the archways of the last homely house, it was awfully quite, everyone was still tired after last nights festivities in the hall of fire, few elves roamed the grounds most of them were tired guards who miss the festivities who just got back from there patrol and were changing shifts, Erestor was wide awake in the library given he did not go, even Lord Elrond was having a slow day today, dealing with elves from the greenwood is much harder work than you would of thought, most of the elves from the greenwood were passed out drunk somewhere or another.

Lindir sighed shaking his head as he cleared the empty bottles of wine and glasses from the hall of fire, Glorfindel bounded through the door as energetic as ever.

"Lindir just the ellon I was looking for" The rather cranky elf this day glanced to Glorfindel

"I am clearly very busy at the moment my lord Glorfindel" Lindir said Glorfindel hmmed in displeasure.

"I am sure the staff can clear this up" Glorfindel said looking around wine bottles and empty glass were laying on the floor and tables some even had spilled, the tapestry's and banners that once hang grand in place were now not aligned some even had passed out elves at the bottom of them.

"I am the staff, or well the only one awake the rest are passed out with there mirkwood friends" Lindir said

"You need a break, this is supposed to be your day off take it, leave this mess for them to wake up to and deal with I doubt you want to be moving passed out elves all day to set stuff back in place" Glorfindel said Lindir hmmed that did sound nice, would Lord Elrond punish him probably not, would Erestor maybe.

"If Erestor gives you crap I'll say it was my suggestion, come spend what we have left of the day with me little songbird" Glorfindel said Lindir's ears turned pink at the new nickname the lord gave him.

"What did you have in mind" Lindir questioned.

"Well first I wanna play a prank on Aran Thranduil, Eirian played it on me once in Gondolin, it hurt a lot but it only seems right for what he did" Glorfindel said looking around

"I don't think we sh-" Lindir stopped as Glorfindel grabbed his wrist and started walking explaining the prank, the pink dusting on his ears slowly turned red and spread, soon Glorfindel had situated a small table which he stole from the library a few months back for his office and sat a plant on it.

"Are you sure we should use master Erestor's most prized plant to do this" Lindir said as Glorfindel set some books on the table.

"Just watch he doesn't wake up, I do not want to start a war due to this, you know how overdramatic this drama queen is" Glorfindel said

"I don't think this is the best idea, you should leave Elrond's twins to the pranks" Lindir said Glorfindel let out a laugh

"Never now come on, I want to get to the butterfly house before sunset, don't want them to go to sleep before we arrive" Glorfindel said Lindir followed the lord given the passed out king one more glance

"This Eirian was Evil" Lindir said in concern Glorfindel laughed

"Eirian had a good heart, he was a good man and an even better marksman and warrior" Glorfindel said

"What happened to him" Lindir questioned Glorfindel

"He went to buy us time he faced down both Morgoth and that snake Salgant the stupid traitor, the battle was great i could see it as I was falling, Darkness and Light clashing against each other but he was weakened from the Balrogs and fire drakes he had already fought, I could see the light grow dim and the darkness over take" Glorfindel said

"I'm sorry for asking" Lindir said

"It's my fault for turning it dark I am sorry" Glorfindel said his light and cheerfulness coming back to him Lindir had to admit Glorfindel was scary when he was angry or sad.

"Where is this butterfly house and how did I not know about it" Lindir said

"It's just a bit further, and Erestor made it no one knows I only know because I followed him here once, he got annoyed when he found out though" Glorfindel said as he moved a branch out the way, Lindir could see a round glass house, it had plants hiding it but there was a clean path to it, Glorfindel followed him to it and opened the door and closed it after him.

Glorfindel smiled as he saw the awe on Lindir's face maybe it was due to the butterflies or the fact Erestor kept them, or because of him Glorfindel did not know but he enjoyed seeing the look of pure happiness on Lindir's face, A Blue spotted Charaxes landed on his nose he gently placed his finger behind it to pick it up, he smiled at the butterfly it looked like his friend Ecthelion it flew away turning his attention back to Lindir who was looking at his nose standing very still, a swallowtail had landed on his noise it was one of Glorfindel's favourite butterflies that Erestor kept.

Lindir's eyes widened and though he tried to stay collected, his expression was clearly very, very uncomfortable, not that he was scared of it, he was nervous he might hurt it or do something wrong, Glorfindel chuckled as he watched Lindir neither had noticed the Lord which had followed them, Glorfindel held his finger out and the butterfly came onto it which made it fly off as Glorfindel kissed Lindir's nose.

"You are the most beautiful butterfly in this house" Glorfindel said Lindir had turned red yet again, He's cute when he blushes Glorfindel thought

"are you okay do you have a fever" Glorfindel said placing his hand to Lindir's forehead

"I though I was a songbird" Lindir said making Glorfindel laugh

"you mean everything in this world to me, so you'll get all the nicknames I sees fit, if you turn anymore red the butterflies will think you are the most beautiful rose in the gardens and come and land on you my little swallowtail" Glorfindel said with a laugh, Lindir really was like a cat to a sunray with Glorfindel.

"Your staring are you okay" Glorfindel asked the flustered elf who whacked his chest

"Why do you have to have everything, your adorable, your hot, Gi Melin Hîr nin Glorfindel" Lindir said frustrated and looking away, it had been a long time coming with lots of encouragement from Elrond and Elladan, Lindir scrunched his eyes shut expecting to hear Glorfindel walk away, the blond lord ducked down and to were Lindir's face was and cupped his face and placed a kiss on Lindir's lips, making his eyes shoot open in shock.

"Gi Melin ana Songbird, I thought you were taking my hints to show you that I wanted to court you" Glorfindel said

"I thought it was some cruel prank" Lindir said Glorfindel laughed

"No why would it be, I may prank people, but I don't play with feelings, so we are courting now" Glorfindel said not taking a no for an answer after Lindir just confessed to him

"That means I can hug you whenever and wherever i want" Glorfindel said Lindir sighed Glorfindel would scare him with hugs from now on instead of jumping him with complements

"I suppose it does" Lindir said rubbing his arm in awkwardness

"Same goes with kisses, I can kiss all your freckles now and tell you how the reflected the stars and varda painted them carefully onto you" Glorfindel said Lindir started stuttering at the blond who picked him up with ease and span him around before setting the poor minstrel down and kissing him again.

Elrond sighed in worry is it really good for Lindir that the golden warrior loves him so much the poor elf was overwhelmed by even knowing the legendary warrior and now he was courting the warrior, Elrond was happy for them but he really could not help but worry for Lindir, besides Lindir flustered easily he would be so flustered every time Glorfindel did something and that can't be good for you can it.

"Oh the sun is setting, come on we can reach it before the sun sets fully I have to show you Erestor's favourite place, it's amazing" Glorfindel said grabbing Lindir's hand.

Lindir and Glorfindel ended there day at the waterfall with bioluminescent algae, the blond decided against asking Lindir for a swim it was to early in there courtship for that to even be appropriate to ask and Lindir would be to flustered he would break so they settled for putting there legs in the pool and watching the algae look like thousands of stars after the sunset.

"I enjoyed today, thank you for talking me out of my job my lord" Lindir said

"Still with the rank even if we are courting, you can call me Glorfindel or Glorf if you want songbird" Glorfindel said as he put his arm around Lindir the ellon leaned into Glorfindel.

"I'll try and get used to calling you just Glorfindel" Lindir said saying Glorfindel slowly without the lord testing the waters.

~Bonus~

Thranduil groaned as he arouse from his slumber he sat up hitting his head against the table above him he glared up at it and slide himself out from underneath it, Meludir and Elros who were passing started giggling at there king

"Was this your doing" Thranduil asked the two shrugged

"We do not know who placed that there Aran-nin" Elros said, Elladan came racing around the corner dragging Legolas

"Awwww we missed it, I told you we would" Elladan said looking to Legolas

"It's not my fault Galion wanted me for something, you could of stayed here alone but no you just had to come with me" Legolas said

"Come on it would of been funny" Elladan said

"It was indeed" Meludir said getting a glare from Thranduil and Elros elbowed him in the side

"Did you do this" Thranduil asked

"No but I wish I did" Elladan said

"I guess whoever did this will remain a mystery" Feren said making the group jump

"How long have you been there" Elladan asked

"For quite a while actually" Feren said

"You two will be cleaning the stables for 100 years when we get back for laughing" Thranduil said the twos jaws dropped

"That's not far we didn't do it" Meludir said Elros however knew better than to fight it, he watched as Meludir followed the king and his sentence got upped to 1000 years until he gave up.

Feren chuckled "Do you know who did it please say you do" Elladan said Feren shook his head

"Glorfindel did it" Erestor said coming out of the conjoining hallway

"How did you know that" Feren questioned

"He stole that table and that plant from me a few months ago, I left the plant in the hallway were he left it but the table is from his office, besides it has his name written all over it metaphorically at least" Erestor said setting the plant back and taking the table

Elvish Translation:

Gi Melin Hîr nin - I love you my lord

Gi Melin ana - i love you to

Aran nin - my king