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Types of Simps | Imladris

A/N: Finally decided to add the House of Elrond to my list of characters. I've been dying to use this gif.

Types of Simps: Lords of Gondolin | House of Feanor | Ainur | House of Fingolfin

Elrond – the ‘gentleman’ simp

· No seriously, I would let this elf simp over me any day because he’s the definition of a gentleman.

· Whatever it is you are doing, he’s able to juggle his duties as Lord and find the time to spend it with you. Are you going on a walk through the gardens?

· Elrond would randomly come strolling with a smirk and request to accompany your walk as if he wasn't timing you.

· “What a coincidence that we meet on such a fine day Y/N. Perhaps I can ask to join you at such a fair moment?”

· Are you blushing? I hope you are. Small trinkets will begin to arrive at your door with an obvious poetic note attached to them, stating that it was from Lord Elrond.

· He enjoys being in your company and spending every moment of his time with you. It’s as though time is frozen whenever you are around, and he revels in the moment.

· Compliments, praises, flowers, gifts – yes. All of which Elrond would spare no expense in spoiling you. Even if you’re not the type to enjoy lavishly expensive gifts, he’s able to dial it down and turn to a more meaningful approach.

· He always has his arm out for you to hold, pulling your chair out for you to sit, tucking your hair behind your ear and then giving you a heart-warming smile and compliment about you being the most wonderful person to enter his life.

Celebrian – the ‘nervous sweetheart’ simp

· She’s a sweetheart through her natural motherly instincts, thus, she’ll baby you whenever something happens.

· It’s only after when she realizes what she did, or doing, that she’ll embarrassingly blush and hide. You on the other hand would also blush furiously at her sweet and gentle gestures.

· A quick fix of your clothes whenever it’s mismatched, a tuck-in of a loose hair strand, patting your cheeks with a handkerchief when you're flushed or sweating.

· And when she’s finished, she’ll freeze with widened eyes at the realization of her actions once again before mumbling apologies. It’s a cute sight, both of your furiously blushing.

· She loves to help as we can see, but she loves to dish out compliments. She’ll give herself a pep talk only to aggressively compliment you because she was nervous.

· She did that once and you thought she was about to further insult you from the level of aggression.

· If you ever attempt to return the same gestures to her, she’ll go quiet and avert her eyes everywhere except you with twiddling thumbs. She’s just trying not to pass out.

· The best part is that she makes up every excuse in the book just to spend time with you even when she can’t.

Glorfindel – the “overly enthusiastic” simp

· No shame that he simps for you, the most he’ll do is blush and laugh whenever someone mentions it.

· He’s like those excited puppies that haven’t seen their owner for five minutes whenever he sees you. You’re just lucky he hasn’t jumped on you.

· Whenever he sees you, he’s quick to call out your name, letting you know that he’s aware of your presence. He’ll always find himself standing or sitting next to you once the occasion calls for it.

· A compliment for every time he sees you and when you return it, he’d return one right back at you for it to continue back and forth like that.

· His aura naturally glows when you’re near, it’s a fact. One time it happened – the other lords complained about how bright he was.

· He’s your number one hype elf, just like Egalmoth, cheering you on if his profession he takes seriously.

· He never wants to see you sad or down or crying because one time he saw you crying and was ready to draw his sword.

· He enjoys spending time with you and would always make time for you. The good thing is that he���s not the jealous type since he’s so friendly with everyone.

Erestor – the ‘tsundere’ simp

· It would take a miracle to get this suborn elf to show the obvious signs of being interested in you.

· You have to read every action carefully to understand the hidden meanings. “You’re an idiot for running in the rain” please be careful when walking in the rain. “You’re way too short to climb the bookshelf, are you a dwarf?” please ask me for assistance, so I can be close to you.

· He has a way with words that only Glorfindel and Elrond can understand. Heck, they’re the only two who are aware of his crush on you, it’s the golden-haired Lord who would give his friend a push.

· Erestor tries his damn hardest to not treat you any different from the others, but when he sees others approaching you, asking for your hand or gifting you trinkets. Jealousy is his favourite colour unbeknownst to him.

· Because of this, it would only fuel him to act on his emotions a little bit openly. Before he wasn’t fancy walking around Imladris with you, but now he is. If he didn’t use to gift you trinkets, now he was, but secretly.

· It would be the twins or Glorfindel who would point out that Erestor acts differently around you in comparison to everyone else. This just makes him roll his eyes fifty ways.

· “I don’t feel anything for them, I treat them the same as I do the rest of you.” With a tint of blush on his cheeks because it’s not like he scolds you when you mess up his papers or interrupt him, unlike the others.

· Whenever he’s around you, he’s a lot more relaxed even though to any onlooker, he wears the same irritated and annoyed look.

Elrohir – the ‘gentleman’ simp

· Between him and his twin, he’s all the more subtle about his approach to swooning you and he takes after his father and mother.

· He’s a mother hen and breaks character whenever you’re injured or require assistance. Always hovering in the background with the most exasperated worried face ever.

· Quick to assist you with the activity you’re performing, even if he doesn’t have a single clue about how to operate, he’ll sit back and look on. He’ll only join if you offer to teach him – he refuses to make a fool of himself.

· Very subtle with his gestures – doesn’t rush to touch you unless you want to hold his hand (minus being a mother hen), opens doors and pulls out chairs, and carries all your heavy items.

· Sends you flowers with a poetical note attached ‘To the most beautiful flower of them all’. Whenever he’s kissing your hand, he makes eye contact to ensure that you combust.

· Quick to shoot down any request for courtship and proud to make it clear that he has his eyes on you.

Elladan – the ‘overly enthusiastic’ simp

· He’s like a puppy that wants to be all over you and everywhere with you, and it’s painfully obvious to you and everyone that he’s head over heels.

· He gets up early in the morning just to have you watch him spar shirtless and ogle at him, instead, the poor baby catches a cramp while posing too hard.

· He always has a compliment and praise whenever you meet, and it’s only because he nagged Erestor or his twin for some help.

· You want help, he’s tripping over his feet to rush over to your side to aid. He does get a tad bit insecure that you may see his behaviour as childish since you make him giddy. But since you don’t bring it up, he’s relieved.

· Elladan is the type to stand under your window at one in the morning reciting a poem, he pulled from Erestor, for you with a bouquet of flowers.

· Because he’s young, he’s easily jealous. Thus, he’s going to attempt to be at your side 25/8 to ward off any suitors.

· He loves to hold your hand, the feeling of yours being encased in his makes him fly over the moon.

· You’re the one person capable of making him feel like he’s floating above cloud nine and walking with an angel.

Lindir – the ‘nervous/shy’ simp

· He’s quiet and shy whenever he’s around you – he just can’t believe that he’s in the same room with his crush and breathing the same air as them.

· He will need reassurance beyond reassurance. Everyone would have to give him a great big push to speak to you, and if he does, he’s ready to pass out.

· It takes great effort to get him out of his shell, but since he really wants you to know that he likes you, he’ll try.

· Flowers in his hand as he nervously breaks out sweating while handing them over and telling you how lovely you look. If you decide to return a compliment - congratulation, Lindir’s broken.

· Ask him on a walk and link your elbows with him, he’s going to be stuttering and stammering. His heart is ready to fall out.

· Lindir knows that he isn’t ready to openly confess, so he’ll write poems for you and send them along with flowers to your doorstep and then refuse to show himself to you the next day but watch from a distance as you collect the gift.

· As time progresses, when Lindir realizes that you’re not mocking his nervousness around you, his words become more pronounced, and he’ll become inclined to sing you a song.

· Jealousy is there for Lindir, but he’d be unsure about which approach to use to address the problem.

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The elves of Imladris as horses

Requested by Anon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Elrond

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Celebrian

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Elladan and Elrohir

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

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

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

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

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

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

- You are so glad they never do anything damaging. 

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

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

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

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

Arwen

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Erestor

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lindir 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Lindir also had a peculiar dislike toward ponies. 

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

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

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

- He is a one peculiar horse. 

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

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Glorfindel, Lindir and Mîr playing twister

Erestor *walks in* : Nope, not even gonna ask any questions you perverts.

Mîr: But you should 🤭

Erestor : What ?

💫Later💫

Celebrian *Enters* : Wtf

LINDIR : Join us my lady , you'll love it.

💫Much later💫

Elrond *enters* *faints*

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For The Love I Bear Was Only Given To Worship You With

Haldir of Lothlórien x Reader

Word Count: 3.3K Warnings: Semi-graphic depictions of assault/violence, blood, etc.

Author's Note: Please be advised within the first few paragraphs there is depiction of sexual assault. If that is a sensitive topic for you, then I strongly advise you to skip over until the first ellipses. -Thorne

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The defilement the orcs committed felt like hours, in fact, in probably had been hours since she and Celebrían had been taken captive and tortured repentantly. Her sister, however, had been spared, hopefully in some aspect, no thanks to her screams of “Take me! I am the youngest!” Celebrían had sobbed hysterically, begging her not to, but all she could think of was Elrond and his children, how she had to protect her sister for the sake of her brother-in-law.

It was, brutal. Black blood smeared with her own crimson as she lay motionless, no longer screaming her throat ragged, she lay still. From a distance, it felt like she was watching it happen, like her soul had departed from her body to witness the degradation. She could sense it all, hear and smell everything, from the thick scent of sweat and blood to the horrid, grating grunts and diabolical laughter.

And when they were done, they simply haphazardly tossed her back into the gated pen that Celebrían was sitting in the corner in. Her sister’s body was covered in cuts and bruises, but there was no sight of blood smeared anywhere below her hips and that made her sister have some feeling of relief deep inside. Celebrían scrambled to her knees, pulling her sister into the corner, hands going from her face to her torso hovering over her lap.

“Oh, oh Eru,” she gagged in her horror as her sister merely curled into a ball on her thighs, not even feeling any of the pain, and passed out. Celebrían merely held her, praying to the One that someone would save them.

***

Something was nagging at her, but she couldn’t tell what it was. A feeling in her chest that felt as if it was tearing away at the very muscle of the organ. She wanted to stay in the darkness she was in. It was cold, calm, quiet—a far cry from what she had left behind. But the feeling wouldn’t quit tugging at her. Finally, she opened her eyes to stop it, but if nothing else, to at least see what it was.

Bleary eyed, she blinked at the figure in white standing a ways from her, a sound coming from it; she continued to squint until her vision cleared and her mother stood before her, lips moving in a continual motion of, “Get up. You must get up.”

“I do not want to,” she said lethargically.

“You must get up, hína nîn,” Galadriel repeated. “They are coming back for your sister. Get up.”

She felt something shift in her chest again, another strong pulse. “I cannot rise.”

Something turned in her mother’s gaze and she raised a hand, a ball of light in it. “They will do to her what they did to you. My child, you must get up.”

“Mother, I—”

“Rise, and protect yourselves!” Galadriel commanded.

***

Her eyes snapped open, and she instantly heard the blood curdling screams of Celebrían ripping from her throat; her eyes darted, catching sight of two orcs pulling her by the arms and the same force in her chest culminated into a violent shift of energy that had the orcs flying and her sister hitting the ground.

She ran, grabbed Celebrían by the arm, and flung her back behind before raising her hands. A force unlike anything that had not been seen in ages emanated from her palms, a blinding, white-hot energy that created a warping aegis around them.

Her eyes were narrowed in righteous rage as she warned the orcs clambering to their feet, “Pass this hallowed barrier and I will annihilate you.”

One of the orcs pulled out his sword, bellowed in his guttural tongue and ran at the barrier; she merely watched as he brought his sword down only for it to shatter into a thousand shards, and when his body met the field, he was consumed by white flame, yelling in pain before he fell to the ground.

She drew her gaze from the dead orc to the ones gathering back behind the barrier and stared them down with deadly eyes. “You will not cross this barrier so long as I stand. I will not fall.”

A bloodthirsty haze fell over the group, and they began screaming in their tongue at her, running to take her down.

***

It wasn’t long before elven arrows pierced the flesh of orcs, a war horn blaring across the mountain side as horses thundered across the rocks and silver swords were slashing at heads and limbs.

She still stood, hands raised in the same position as countless burned bodies lay at the edge of the shield. Blood dripped from her nostrils as the energy of her body and soul went into the force of the barrier, but she would withstand a thousand years of it, if it meant her sister would be safe.

The orcs dropped like flies around them, some trying to flee only to be hunted down by Rivendell and Lothlórien soldiers. She watched, catching sight of her brother-in-law and nephews among the fray.

All but one orc remained, the leader of their pack, held by three elves, each on his arms and one with his head in his grip. Elrond raised his sword, an unexplainable emotion on his face, only to hear from the distance between them, “STOP!”

His blade froze midair, and he spun, seeing the barrier disintegrating. She stumbled, torn and dirtied dress exposing her body as she hobbled towards him. “My Lady—” he started, and she ripped his dagger from his belt with fury.

“He is mine to kill.” She looked at the elves holding his arms. “I order you to cut his limbs off. Leave his head attached to his body.”

They did as she commanded, not feeling a thing but disgust as the orc shrieked in pain. As he fell onto his back, she scrambled atop him and glowered down, shoving the blade horizontally between his teeth to keep his mouth open.

“You have defiled me. I, a daughter of the Lady of Light. You have committed a sin so foul, so grave, so unspeakable.” Her voice grew with her rage, a shaking beginning to rattle the ground around them and the elves looked at one another in shock, if not all-overwhelming fear.

Trees began to sweep from the dirt, exposing their roots with creaks and groans of vengeance, stones fractured, the ground splitting in cracks along the way. Fury stormed in her eyes as lightning flashed across the sky, her voice a force full of seething hatred as she yanked the blade from his mouth, feeling black blood splattering her skin as his cheeks and face ripped. She raised the blade and stabbed down.

“YOU WILL DIE FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!” stab after stab. “YOU WILL ROT IN THE DEEPEST PITS OF WHATEVER HELL YOU HAVE CRAWLED OUT OF!” she continued to stab into his flesh, carving away at the organs in his chest.

Her arms grew tired, but she didn’t stop until someone grabbed her, and she screamed, turning the blade on them, eyes wild as she snarled, “DO NOT TOUCH ME!” she turned the blade on them all. “NO ONE IS TO TOUCH ME!”

The elf, Haldir, her courter, she recognized in her haze of rage, stepped back, his own eyes going wide with concern as she staggered to her feet, covered in black ichor. The blade dropped beside her feet, and she turned to Elrond, her expression dead.

“Take my sister home,” she charged, before turning in the direction opposite of Lothlorien.

His sons were already gathering their mother and Elrond stepped towards her, raising a hand only to remember her warning, asking worriedly, “Where are you going?” his eyes, in horror, saw the state of her lower body. “You need to be healed.”

She merely kept walking. “Do not speak to me of healing. You will never heal what I have suffered. Take my sister home, Elrond. Now.”

It was all she said before disappearing down the side of the mountain, the elves of Rivendell and Lothlórien all stunned and silent. Haldir was torn between helping Lady Celebrían and going after his love, but one look from Elrond, and a quickly barked order to the elves around had him moving to assist Elrond’s sons, his heart aching for his love.

***

2910. Four hundred years had passed since the attack on the daughters of the Lady of Light. Four hundred years since Elrond had watched his wife depart to the Undying Lands. Four hundred years since he grieved for the loss of both his wife and sister-in-law who was nowhere to be found. Not even Lady Galadriel would speak of her whereabouts, though he had full reason to believe that she knew.

It was a time of celebration in Lothlórien, and he and his children had come to the land to join in the time of joy with their family, welcoming the spring as gold filled the forest along with blooming flowers of all shades.

The party was beautiful, the food and wine delicious, but Elrond could see the sadness in his brethren’s gazes, knew they all missed the Daughters of Light so terribly. Haldir, Elrond knew, was hit just as hard as he was. Both he and her were born the same year, him becoming a sort of knight watching out for her as she grew older. Their affection and devotion to one another was evident to all around them; their people could only wonder when Haldir was to court her, but when the incident occurred, and she vanished, they watched one of their strongest soldiers fall into a deep ravine of grief. Elrond felt for his fellow elf, could only offer wise council to ease their hearts, but he knew Haldir would never be the same until she came home.

The joyous celebration was brought to a sudden halt as a bright light filled the entrance of the dining hall. Everyone covered their eyes, at first assuming it had to be Lady Galadriel, but she was at the center with Lord Celeborn. Soldiers raised their arms, regular elves protecting their partners and children until the light began to dim and, in the center, stood the remaining Daughter of Light who hadn’t been seen for four-hundred years.

She wore a pure, snow-white dress, adorned with a green sash and gold designs all across the front. The patten ebbing up from the edge of her dress was that of the trees of Lothlórien, branches trailing up to her hips. Her shoulders were covered by golden pauldrons, golden wrist guards wrapped around her forearms. Gold sandals wrapped elegantly around her feet and calves like vines.

Her expression was one of calm, and an overwhelming peace filled the sanctuary when she smiled so softly and murmured, “Forgive me for my absence.” Her steps were delicate as she walked up the middle of the tables to her mother and father where she knelt before them. “Mother, father, I have come home.”

The two had rather subdued reactions, but everyone could see the happiness and love in their eyes as they smiled at her; Galadriel reached down, lifted her chin, and asked, “Have you found peace, hína nîn?”

A smile so contrasted to the absolute infernal rage they had seen on her four centuries earlier was shocking, but she nodded. “I have spent four hundred years in solitude healing from unimaginable wounds. My only comfort was the light of the sun and stars.” Her smile was kind, her voice gentle. “I have found my peace, mother. I am whole.”

Lady Galadriel wasn’t even able to say a word when cheers and cries of joy echoed around them, flowers thrown and celebration around. The party continued on, now a third chair at the table of the Lady and Lord, many elves coming to greet and express gladness at their Daughter of Light’s return. Even Elrond came and she greeted him with a hand to her chest and he returned it, but suddenly overcome with emotion, tears gathered in his eyes, and he whispered, “Forgive me.”

She simply smiled and reached up, wiping his tears with her thumbs as she calmly replied, “There is nothing to forgive, muindor.” Her smile only brought more tears to his eyes and with a gesture much like human affection, she pulled him to her and gently rubbed his back. “You have done so much in this time. So much grief and sadness you have weathered for your children and people.” Pulling back, she gazed at him. “Grieve for me no longer, muindor. I have grown.”

He swallowed thickly and reached up, gently touching her cheek as if she were glass. “I am glad you have returned. We have all missed you.” She merely smiled, eyes crinkling at the edges.

***

As the evening drew on, the elves took to dancing in the night, the sound of music lifting the hearts and souls of them all. She stood off to the side, watching with warmth until she felt a presence beside her. “Haldir,” she murmured before looking over. “You look well.”

He in fact looked like hell had come alive. To suddenly see her after so many centuries, his heart had felt as if it had imploded, sunken to the bottom of the seas. “I only pale in comparison to the beauty of My Lady.”

Her smile set him at ease as they looked over the crowd. “Such beautiful music.”

“Indeed,” he agreed, happening to meet the eyes of the harpist who smiled at him. A pretty little elf, a few centuries younger than him, long red hair, and bright green eyes. “Ningannelthel has certainly gathered many eyes and hearts with her skill.”

“I would not doubt that.” She glanced at him. “Perhaps it is time you court her?”

Haldir’s eyes went wide, and he gaped at her. “I—beg pardon?”

“Ningannelthel is not married. Her eyes do not speak such volumes. She comes from a respected line. If you were to court her, it would be a joyous union.” She gestured for him to go. “Please, do not let me keep you. Go forth and court her.” She wouldn’t hear anything from him, saying her goodbyes as she retired for the evening.

***

It was the coolness of the morning that stirred her, and she stood at the highest platform in Lórien, watching the land wake up before her. The air was crisp, a bit chilly even as the sun began rising, but she felt calmness like nothing she had felt before.

Her time in solitude was spent truthfully in a cave, sealed inside the dark as she cursed and screamed her agony for years on end. For two centuries, she dwelled in darkness and rage until the third when she finally had no strength left, and she prepared herself to waste away into nothingness, when a single bright blossom bloomed in the center of where she lay.

For an entire hundred years, she gaze at the golden flower, a soft song like that of Eru sung to her for only her ears, and tears dripped down her face like a river of crystal. Her body, her soul, her mind healed from her suffering as the anger, like her tears, eventually dried up and dissipated, until all that remained was a tranquility. A peace that would measure and level the land for the ages to come.

At the end of the fourth century, she took the flower from the ground and consumed it, the blessings of Eru departed to her, melding with her soul and she saw the Timeless Halls where the One dwelled, was given the sight of the Secret Fire, and bestowed a single gift with many traits. One gift above all, to heal and to protect. She knew then that she served a higher purpose in the course of time; she saw the sun for the first time in four hundred years, and cried tears of exultation.

The sun rising now reminded her of the beauty of the light after darkness for so long. There was such beauty in it, unspeakable, untellable beauty. A presence stood beside her.

“I have heard you decided to not court, Ningannelthel,” she said.

“No,” he answered. “I cannot court whom my heart does not belong to.”

“Your heart belongs to a woman no longer here, Haldir,” her voice was one of pity and he appeared before her, shadows on his face as the sun haloed his hair.

“I have loved the same woman from the moment I saw her when I was a child to even this very moment. I have loved her regardless of what she suffered. I will continue to love her in her transformations. I will never stop loving her, no matter who she is now or who she was then.” He gazed at her with a look of seriousness unlike himself. “I have never loved her more than in the four centuries I spent waiting for her to return to me. And no one will ever love her more deeply and more timelessly than I have.”

Her heart beat in her chest like normal, but it was abnormally strong as she took in his words. “You would have me? Even though I am not who I once was?”

He knew what she meant. Much like the stories of her mother’s prideful spirit being tempered by humbleness, he saw the same. No longer prideful like she had been prior to the incident, snarky and mischievous. Now, she resembled her in demeanor and soul like her mother, calm and humble. And ever-dispelling well of wisdom and love.

Haldir knelt before her and took her hands in his. “I would walk the land until it is destitute if it meant I could have you in the next life.” He stared at her. “And even if you left again, still I would wait for you to come home, even if it meant I only could take one glance at your face.” His heart came pouring out of his mouth. “If one day you command me to stand in place, I would stand there until you told me to move or until I returned to the ground. If you told me to go in search of what your heart desires, I would not stop until I had found every piece and brought it back.” Tears filled his eyes, and he choked out, “If one day you commanded me to give my heart to another, I would rather pull it from my chest and bury it in the earth, for the love I bear for you was only given to me by the grace of Eru to worship you with.”

She fell to her knees and laid her head on his lap, tears seeping into the cloth covering his legs; he held her, tears falling down his cheeks.

“I have waited for you this long, meleth nîn. If I have to wait longer, then I shall, but I will always love you, and nothing will ever even come close to being able to dim my devotion.”

Rising, she met his eyes and took his hands in hers. “I do not know if I can make you as happy as you wish to be, Haldir. I do not know if I can give you what you wish.”

He shook his head, a teary smile on his face as he confessed, “Whatever you give to me, I will be satisfied with. So long as I can hold you in my arms for all eternity.”

She leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together and whispered, “Melin gin, Haldir.”

“Melin gin, meleth nîn,” he murmured, their smiles rivaling the brightness of the sun.

[aeonianarchives]

Childishly lovely

A/n: Fluffy child Legolas and Thranduil fic

Thranduil x wife!Reader

The hall was packed with lords who were in alliance with the greenwood to advisors and guards and servants, music and talk had filled the hall Galion was as you assumed babysitting Legolas, by following him threw the party, you were sat on one of Thranduil's legs as he sat on his throne, he had an arm wrapped around you, you were both watching the party, Elrond had brought his twins so every so often you saw them chasing little Legolas.

"Why don't we go an enjoy the party as well, it is to strengthen our relationships, go talk with your brother" Thranduil said

"One of these days you are going to have to talk to Elrond and not make me do it" You said as Thranduil followed you threw the crowd, your fingers had looped with his.

Elrond was standing with a drink of red wine, and Celebrían on his arm talking with Lady Galadriel.

"Sister, it is good to see you again, it has been some time" Elrond said spotting you

"That it has" You returned with a nod to Elrond.

"Thranduil, how is fatherhood treating you" Celebrían questioned as you and Elrond caught up, you were both intrrupted from your conversation by Legolas holding Thranduil's robe with a chocolate covered hand and offering the cake on the plate he had, which was surprisingly untouched to Galadriel.

"Why thank you young prince" The Lady said taking it, you picked up Legolas who had chocolate covering his hands and mouth

"Who's a little diplomat" the twins came barreling in each trying to offer their father cake, you chuckled as Legolas had crashed from his sugar high onto you.

"Lets get you clean up shall we" You said to Legolas who nodded tiredly, you excused yourself and Thranduil followed after you.

After you had bathed Legolas and got him changed into cloths he could sleep in you tried to set him to bed, he refused

"Legolas your tired you need to go to bed" Thranduil said sitting on the bed

"No, I'm not, I want to stay at the party" Legolas pouted, you looked to Thranduil

"They will understand you had to go to bed, I'm Sure Elrond will be putting the twins to bed soon" You said as you sat on the bed and leaned into Thranduil.

"No" Legolas complained

"What If I get the twins to say goodnight to you" you posed, Legolas didn't make an opposing sound, you stood and walked to the door, while Thranduil still tempted Legolas to go to bed, you soon reached Elrond, his children were interrogating him to were Legolas had gone, you knelled down next to the two.

"Legolas had to go to bed, but he wants you two to say goodnight to him" The twins looked to you, before looking at their father silently questioning him if they could go, Elrond nodded and the twins took your hands and ran out of the hall, you showed them to Legolas room, they walked in quietly, you blessed the fact Arwen was born, it made the two quieter, the three of you approached the bed Legolas had fully crashed and so had Thranduil, you smiled to yourself seeing it, Thranduil had an arm wrapped protectively around Legolas, who was snuggled into his chest the twins whispered their good nights to both of them, and you took them back, you ran the party until it ended, were you had basically crashed on top of your brother.

Elrond smiled and moved a hair out of your face, he had already put the twins to sleep "I'll join you after seeing Y/n to her room" Elrond said to Celebrían, Elrond guessed Thranduil was in Legolas' room as he didn't return so he took you there and set you onto the bed.

He smiled to himself as Thranduil moved his arm unconsciously over you to protect you as well, Elrond left to his room you had given him to stay in.

[coopsgirl]

Here are the links to my two completed Thranduil fics.

The Darkening Forest: Set in the Woodland Realm around the year 1050 of the Third Age as Greenwood the Great begins to turn into Mirkwood. King Thranduil meets a young elven woman and his life will never be the same.

From a Far Away Shore: Set at the beginning of the Third Age just after the victory against Sauron by the alliance of elves and men, Thranduil has just become king after the death of his father Oropher in battle. He gets help from a most unexpected source as he tries to fill his father's shoes and guide his people back to peace and prosperity.

[haldirs-melda]

“No, you must come into the water with me.” And he held out his hands. The stone bath could easily fit six but you doubted it ever saw more than one, even before Haldir lived here. You accepted by removing your clothes and stepping into the bath. There, he turned you pulled you in so that your back could feel his chest rise and fall with every breath. “How can I relax when I am not holding the sun to my dark night sky?” he breathed into your neck.

[thewulf]

Entwined Realms || Legolas

Summary: Request: So I thought about this idea with Legolas x reader where the reader is the daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn (which makes her princess of Lothlorien and a very high elf) and she is nervous because its commonly known that Galadriel and Thranduil dont like each other (she is still his superior but you get the point) and the reader and Legolas have a dinner or some council or something together with their parents.

A/N: This was one of my favs to write. Just love everything LOTR... please keep them coming! Thank you for the request @lillisummers

Pairing: Legolas x Female Reader

Word Count: 4.1k +

TW: Talks of war/death

In the timeless realm of Lothlórien, you, the daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn, walked among the golden trees with a heavy heart filled with the weight of ancient grudges. It had been many years since you last tread upon these familiar paths, for you had spent much of your time in Rivendell, aiding in the healing of those who bore the scars of war.

As a princess of the high elves, you bore the burden of your lineage with grace. Yet the tension between your mother and Thranduil, the Elvenking of Mirkwood, weighed heavily upon you. The animosity between them was no secret, and you often found yourself caught in the midst of their disagreements. You were torn between loyalty to your mother and the desire for unity among your people after the war of the ring. Your return to Lothlórien had been sudden, called back by your father during the darkest days of the war. The news of battles raging across middle earth had filled you with dread. Yet, you knew that your place was by your family's side, lending whatever aid you could in the struggle against the darkness.

Despite the discord that lingered between your realms you held onto hope, believing in the power of unity to overcome adversity. The memories of Celebrian's capture and torture haunted you still. She drove your determination to see an end to the suffering that had plagued your people for so long.

As you walked beneath the golden canopy of the trees, you found solace in the familiar sights and sounds of Lothlórien. The gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze, the soft glow of the evening sun filtering through the branches. They spoke to you of peace and beauty, reminding you of all that was worth fighting for in this world. Your steps carried you towards a familiar spot. The quiet glade where the gravestones of those fallen in battle lay. The air was hushed. The only sound was the soft whisper of leaves and the gentle trickle of water from the nearby streams.

Stopping by the gravestones, you traced your fingers over each weathered stone, feeling the weight of loss settle upon your heart. Here, beneath the earth, lay the brave souls who had given their lives in service of a greater cause. A cause that you had fought for alongside them. Your thoughts turned to Haldir, the gallant Marchwarden who had stood by your side in the darkest of times. His laughter, his kindness, his unwavering loyalty… they were memories that you held dear, memories that would live on long after he had passed from this world. At one point you were convinced you would marry him but that was before he was taken so suddenly from you.

Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself a moment of silence. A moment to remember those who had been taken from you too soon. Their faces flashed before your eyes, friends, fighters, and loved ones alike. Each one leaving behind an indelible mark upon your soul. And yet, amidst the sorrow, there was also hope. Hope for a future where their sacrifices would not be in vain. Where the darkness would be banished for good and the light would shine so brightly once more. With a silent prayer upon your lips, you vowed to carry their memory with you always, to honor their legacy in all that you did.

As you stood amidst the gravestones, lost in memories and reflections, a soft voice broke through the silence. She was calling your name. You turned to see your mother, Galadriel, approaching with a gentle smile upon her lips. Her eyes, always so wise and knowing, held a depth of understanding that eased the ache in your heart.

"Y/n," she said, her voice like the gentle rustle of leaves in the wind, "I have been searching for you. It is good to see you home again. You look well my love."

You returned her smile, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort wash over you at the sight of her familiar face. "It is good to be home, Mother," you replied, stepping forward to embrace her.

Galadriel held you close, tight. Her arms a reassuring embrace amidst the turmoil of emotions swirling within you. "You have been missed, my dear," she said softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

As you pulled away, Galadriel's gaze softened. Her eyes filled with a mixture of pride and affection. "There is much to discuss," she said, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "But first, I have news that I believe will bring you much joy."

Curiosity piqued, you listened as Galadriel spoke of the upcoming marriage between your niece, Arwen, and Aragorn, the King of Gondor. The news filled you with a sense of anticipation, the prospect of a wedding bringing a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that had shrouded middle earth for so long. "I would be honored to attend," you said. Your heart swelling with love for your family and excitement for the joyous occasion to come.

Galadriel smiled, her eyes sparkling with pride. "I had no doubt that you would," she said, her voice tinged with warmth. "Come, let us return to Caras Galadhon and begin preparations. There is much to do, and little time to waste." She motioned you to follow her.

With a nod of agreement, you fell into step beside your mother. It felt as though the weight of grief and loss lightened by the promise of love and celebration on the horizon. As you walked the golden light of Lothlórien illuminated your path guiding you towards a future filled with possibility.

Too quickly the day of celebration arrived. The grand halls of Minas Tirith were adorned with banners and flowers, filling the air with a sense of festivity and anticipation. You, dressed in your finest elven attire, mingled with the guests. Your heart was aflutter with excitement and nerves for your niece and the King of Gondor. Amidst the bustling crowd, your eyes scanned the faces of those gathered taking in the sight of strangers and acquaintances alike. And then your gaze met that of a mysterious elven stranger across the ornate courtyard who you did not recognize.

His eyes were a captivating shade of blue. They held a warmth and kindness that drew you in, sending a shiver down your spine. For a brief moment it felt as though the world around you had faded away leaving only you and this enigmatic stranger in a universe of your own making. But as quickly as the moment had come, it was gone. Broken by the sound of laughter and music drifting through the air you tore your gaze away. Your cheeks flushed with a mixture of curiosity and excitement, heart racing with the memory of that brief but electrifying encounter.

Though you knew not who he was, nor what fate had in store for you. You couldn't shake the feeling that this chance meeting was somehow significant. And as you allowed yourself to be swept away by the joyous festivities you couldn't help but wonder about the identity of the mysterious elven stranger who had captured your attention with a single glance.

As the celebration unfolded you found yourself standing beside Arwen, basking in the glow of her happiness as she greeted guests and well-wishers. The air was filled with laughter and music. The joyous atmosphere infectious as people celebrated the union of Arwen and Aragorn. But amidst the revelry your attention kept drifting back to the beautiful blonde elf who had caught your eye earlier. He stood amidst a group of guests, his presence commanding and his gaze holding a quiet intensity that seemed to draw you in.

Unable to contain your curiosity any longer you turned to Arwen with a hint of nervousness in your voice. "Arwen," you began, pointing subtly towards the mysterious elf, "who is that?"

Arwen followed your gaze, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she noticed your interest in the stranger. "Ah, him," she said, her tone tinged with mystery. "That is Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood."

Legolas. The name echoed in your mind. Though you knew little about him there was something about the way he carried himself, the way his eyes seemed to hold a thousand untold stories that intrigued you beyond measure. As Arwen spoke of Legolas' exploits and noble deeds you found yourself captivated by the tales of his courage and valor. And though you knew it was foolish to be so taken with a stranger, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to him. Something that called to you on a level you couldn't quite understand.

With a grateful smile you thanked Arwen for indulging your curiosity. Though your mind was already consumed with thoughts of the mysterious Prince of Mirkwood. And as you turned your attention back to the festivities you couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay hidden beneath the surface of the captivating blonde elf who had captured your attention with a single glance.

As the evening wore on, the atmosphere grew more relaxed. You found yourself drawn into the lively conversations and laughter that filled the air.

As if he had known your every thought, he had come right up to you. A charming smile playing on his lips as he offered you a goblet of wine. "Care for some wine, my lady?" he asked, his voice smooth and all too inviting.

Grateful for the distraction you accepted the goblet with a smile, the cool liquid soothing the nerves that had been fluttering in your stomach. "Thank you," you replied, taking a sip and relishing the taste of the rich, fruity wine.

As you savored the wine, Legolas took a seat beside you. His eyes alight with curiosity as he extended his hand in introduction. "I am Legolas," he said, his tone warm and genuine. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance."

You felt a rush of excitement at the sound of his name, "And I am Y/n," you replied, your voice betraying a hint of nervousness that you quickly tried to mask.

Legolas smiled warmly at you, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes as he raised his own goblet in a silent toast. "Well then, Y/n, here's to new acquaintances and delightful conversations," he spoke.

As the evening progressed, you found yourself drawn into conversation with Legolas. His easy charm and quick wit putting you at ease. Despite your initial nervousness you soon found yourself laughing and chatting with him as if you had known each other for years. With each passing moment you felt yourself growing more and more enchanted by Legolas. His presence filling you with a sense of warmth and belonging that you hadn't felt in a long time. Not since before your sister had set sail. And as you shared stories and laughter with the captivating Prince of Mirkwood you couldn't help but wonder what adventures lay in store for you both in the days to come.

When the topic turned to your family, you couldn't help but feel a pang of apprehension, unsure of how he would react upon learning the truth. "Your parents must be proud of you," Legolas remarked, his voice sincere as he glanced around at the grandeur of Minas Tirith. "To have a daughter as kind and courageous as you."

You smiled, touched by his words. Though a part of you hesitated to reveal your true lineage. "Thank you, Legolas," you replied, your voice tinged with uncertainty. "My parents... they are indeed proud, though our family is not without its complexities."

Legolas cocked his head with curiosity shining bright in his eyes. "Complexities?" he asked, his brow furrowing slightly.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for his reaction. "My parents are Celeborn and Galadriel," you confessed, watching closely for any sign of recognition or judgment in his expression.

To your surprise, Legolas' eyes widened in genuine surprise, his gaze softening with understanding. "Galadriel," he murmured, a hint of awe in his voice. "The Lady of Light herself. And Celeborn, the Lord of Lothlórien."

You nodded, relieved by his reaction. "Yes, though our family is not without its challenges," you admitted, your voice growing quiet. "There are... tensions between my parents and certain others in Middle-earth." You knew he knew, and he knew you knew. The two of you were dancing around your parents disdain for the other.

Legolas' expression grew somber. A shadow passing over his features. "I understand," he said, his tone tinged with empathy. "My own father, Thranduil, can be... difficult at times."

You felt a surge of empathy for Legolas knowing all too well the challenges that could arise from strained familial relationships. "It seems we are not so different after all," you said. A small smile playing at your lips.

Legolas returned your smile, his eyes warm and understanding. "Indeed," he said, his voice gentle. "But perhaps together, we can find a way to bridge the divide between our families."

Touched by his sincerity you could only keep grinning at him like a fool. "I would like that, Legolas," you replied. Your heart swelled with gratitude for the bond that was beginning to form between you.

As the night wore on into the wee hours of the morning you and Legolas found yourselves drawn deeper into each other's company. The hours quickly slipping away unnoticed as you laughed and talked beneath the starlit sky. The connection between you grew stronger with each passing moment. A bond of friendship and understanding blossoming into something deeper and more profound. Unfortunately, the celebration began to wind down. You found yourselves reluctant to part ways. The prospect of saying goodbye filling you with a sense of melancholy. "Perhaps we could extend our stay in Minas Tirith," Legolas suggested, his voice tinged with a hint of worry as if you wouldn’t accept. "There is still so much more to see and do. I have not seen this city without war disparaging it."

You nodded eagerly, the idea of spending more time with Legolas filling you with a sense of joy and excitement. "I would like that very much," you replied, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "There is still so much more we have yet to see. You distracted me tonight."

And so, you and Legolas remained in Minas Tirith for longer than planned, seizing every opportunity to steal away moments alone together amidst the hustle and bustle of the city. Whether wandering the streets hand in hand or sharing quiet conversations in secluded corners. Each moment spent in Legolas' company felt like a precious treasure, a memory to be cherished for eternity.

As your extended stay in Minis Tirith came to an end the bond between you and Legolas deepened further than you could have imagined. Your hearts intertwining in a dance as old as time itself. One evening beneath the stars after your going away dinner the two of you sat together in the quiet solitude of the gardens, surrounded by the scent of blooming flowers and the gentle hum of crickets. The words you had been longing to say spilled forth from your lips.

"Legolas," you began, your voice barely above a whisper, "there is something I must confess to you." It truly was now or never for you did not know the next time you would see the elf that had captured your heart so quickly.

Legolas turned to you, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "Yes, Y/n?" he replied, his voice soft and reassuring.

"I know this is quick,” you began, your voice soft and hesitant, "And we tend to do this slow, but I must admit... I really like you. More than a friend would."

You glanced away, cheeks flushing with embarrassment as you awaited his response. But when you dared to meet his gaze once more you found Legolas looking at you with a tender smile. His eyes filled with a warmth that mirrored your own feelings.

"Y/n," he said softly, reaching out to gently take your face in his hand, "your honesty means the world to me. I too have come to care for you deeply as well. As more than a friend would."

Your heart soared at his words. A sense of joy flooding through you at the knowledge that your feelings were reciprocated. And as you sat together in the quiet beauty of the gardens you knew that your bond with Legolas was something truly special. It was the beginning of a love story that was just beginning to unfold.

You didn’t want the night to end so you kept your wandering through the gardens. "Legolas," you began, your voice tinged with concern, "what do you think about... our families?"

Legolas glanced at you. His gaze thoughtful. "Ah, our esteemed parents," he replied with a wry smile. "Stubborn as ancient oaks and twice as difficult to move."

You couldn't help but laugh at his analogy, feeling a sense of relief at his lighthearted approach to the situation. "Yes, that's one way to put it," you agreed. A smile playing at the corners of your lips.

"But," Legolas continued, his tone turning more serious, "I believe they will come around in time. After all, love has a way of softening even the hardest of hearts."

You nodded feeling a flicker of hope kindling within you. "I hope you're right," you replied, leaning closer to him. "I just want them to see... how much we care for each other."

Legolas placed a comforting arm around your shoulders, drawing you closer to him. "They will, Y/n," he said softly, his voice filled with quiet confidence. "And until then, we'll just have to prove them wrong together."

As your time in Minas Tirith drew to a close, you couldn't shake the feeling that it was time for your parents and Legolas to meet. Despite the tension between your families, you were determined to show them that love knew no bounds, and that their differences could be set aside in the name of happiness.

On the morning that both of you were to depart you knew what you had to do. "Legolas," you began. Your voice tinged with nervousness, "I know it's unconventional, but... what if you and your father were to visit Lothlórien?"

Legolas blinked in surprise, clearly taken aback by your suggestion. "Visit Lothlórien?" he echoed, his brow furrowing in thought. "It's an... intriguing idea, Y/n, but I'm not sure how my father would feel about it."

You nodded, understanding Legolas' reservations. "I know it's a risk," you admitted, "but I believe that if he could experience the beauty and hospitality of Lothlórien for himself, he might begin to understand... and perhaps even appreciate our way of life."

Legolas considered your words for a moment before a smile spread across his face. "You may be right, Y/n," he said, his eyes alight with excitement. "Let's extend the invitation to my father and see what he says."

With a renewed sense of hope, you and Legolas set about preparing for Thranduil's visit to Lothlórien. You knew it wouldn't be easy, but you were determined to show both him and your parents that love could conquer even the deepest of divides. And so, with hearts full of anticipation and determination, you bid farewell to Minas Tirith. You knew that a new chapter of your journey was about to begin.

As Legolas and an initially reluctant Thranduil arrived in Lothlórien, the tension between them was palpable. Thranduil's expression was stoic and reserved, while Legolas wore a strained smile who was clearly uncomfortable with the situation. You greeted them warmly, hoping to ease the atmosphere, but even your efforts seemed to fall flat in the face of the lingering animosity between your parents. The initial interactions were awkward only filled with polite but strained conversation and forced smiles.

But as the evening progressed and the wine flowed freely the atmosphere began to shift. Your parents, Thranduil, and Legolas found themselves gradually relaxing in each other's company. The rigid barriers between them slowly melting away under the influence of hope after the war and shared experiences. You watched with a mixture of joy and relief as the tension dissipated, replaced by laughter and genuine conversation. Thranduil who had initially been so guarded found himself opening up. He began to share stories and jokes with Celeborn and Galadriel as if they were old friends.

And Legolas, too, seemed to come alive in the warmth of his father’s acceptance. His smile growing more genuine with each passing moment. It was as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders finally allowing him to truly be himself in their presence. He chuckled at one of Thranduil's jokes and clinked glasses with Celeborn, a genuine smile gracing his features.

In the midst of the conversation Legolas turned to you, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Meleth nin," he said softly, his voice filled with utmost warmth.

As Legolas inadvertently uttered the Elvish endearment, my love, the words hung in the air laden with the weight of unspoken emotions. Your heart skipped a beat at his slip-up, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through you.

"Really?" you exclaimed. Your eyes widened with surprise and utmost delight. For a moment you almost forgot that your parents and Legolas' father were present too caught up in the rush of emotion that swept over you.

Legolas blinked, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he realized what he had said in front of the parents. "I... uh, I mean..." he stammered, clearly flustered by your reaction.

But before he could finish, Thranduil let out a soft chuckle. The elvenking’s eyes twinkling with amusement. "It seems our children are more than just friends," he remarked to your parents. His tone surprisingly light-hearted.

You turned to your parents with a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I guess we should have mentioned that sooner," you admitted feeling a surge of relief as you saw their understanding smiles.

Celeborn and Galadriel exchanged knowing glances before Celeborn spoke up. "Love has a way of revealing itself in unexpected ways," he said, his voice filled with warmth. "We are happy for you both."

Thranduil let out a small chuckle. His eyes crinkling with amusement. "Young love," he said before shaking his head in mock exasperation. "It seems like only yesterday that Legolas was just a boy chasing after butterflies in the woods."

Legolas rolled his eyes playfully at his father's comment. "I assure you, Ada, I have grown up a bit since then," he spoke. His tone teasing but affectionate.

Celeborn chuckled softly his eyes twinkling with mirth. "Indeed," he agreed, his voice warm. "But some things never change." He motioned to you with a knowing grin.

And as the tension melted away completely, replaced by laughter, and shared understanding, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the unwavering support of your parents. With their blessing and acceptance, you and Legolas knew that your love story was only just beginning. You were finally destined to have a beautiful and unforgettable journey filled with laughter, joy, and the sweet promise of a future together. You had waited a long time for this. A very long time.

As the night grew deeper and the fire crackled softly, you and Legolas found yourselves immersed in a comfortable silence. The two of you basking in the warmth of each other's presence. Legolas turned to you with a playful glint in his eyes, taking your hand in his. "Well, my dear, it seems the hour grows late," he remarked, his voice soft and warm.

You nodded feeling a surge of affection for the elf beside you. "Yes, it does," you replied, a smile playing at the corners of your lips.

With a gentle tug on your hand Legolas rose to his feet pulling you up with him. "Allow me to escort you to your room," he said. His voice filled with gentle sincerity.

You followed him, the touch of his hand sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. As you reached your door, Legolas turned to you. His eyes sparkling with mischief. "Until next time, meleth nin," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before turning to leave.

A faint blush coated your cheeks at his actions. “Until next time, meleth nin.” You repeated. You watched him go with a smile playing at your lips as you realized that no matter what adventures lay ahead, you would face them with him. Oh, what a life.

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2nd Day of Yule: “Two Turtle Doves”

Crown Prince Mirion Thranduilion x Reader

Third Age 110 

The Last Homely House, Imladris

“Are you certain about this?” You gently stroked the downy throat of the sweet, grey-colored bird perched on the ledge of the open window. It chirped its approval of your touch, signaling not just its willingness, but its eagerness to set out on its special mission. 

But your question had not been for the amiable creature. It was for the Lady of Imladris, who finally rose from the desk where she had been working for the past several minutes while you waited, entranced by the swift movement of her skilled fingers. 

“This should do it.” Lady Celebrian flashed a triumphant smile and held up the small object, about the size and shape of an earwig, between her thumb and forefinger. “As for being certain, I think that is something you should ask yourself, not I or our little friend here.” She bent over to the bird on the windowsill, and before you could come close to see what she was doing, the tiny case that contained your letter had been secured to the animal’s right leg. “This will surely find its way to the intended recipient, so are you certain about your message?”

“I…yes, I am.” You knew you did not sound at all confident, and the blush that bloomed over your cheeks did not help matters. “I only hope that my words do not disappoint him.”

“Oh?” Celebrian’s tone was light and passive, but you were well aware of her deep love for Elvenqueen Maereth, and by extension, her sons. She had surpassed your mother in her eagerness to introduce you to Prince Mirion, even in the midst of the momentous occasion of her wedding day to Lord Elrond merely two summers ago. 

Yet Celebrian asked no questions, and gave no indication that she meant to press you for more information, whether at the moment or in the future. When you came to her to share news of the arrival of the feathered messenger from the Woodland Realm, you knew you could trust her to hold your secrets in confidence. 

However, you stopped short of sharing the contents of the letter with her, for you could not even read the words in private without sinking into a chair, overwhelmed by emotions you could not define.

“I believe he is ready to depart.”

Indeed you had tarried long enough in sending a response, almost unforgivably. You stretched out your arm, and the grey dove fluttered lightly to land on the edge of your hand.

“May kind winds carry you all the way home, darling friend,” you whispered. “Thank you for your courage.”

The messenger bird bobbed its head, trilled cheerily, and promptly took flight. In a flash it vanished into the evening sky, too quick in the darkness for even your sight to follow.

“What a long way to fly in terrible weather,” you sighed, peering up at the clouds overhead which appeared moments away from turning their icy burden into snowfall. “It seems like too much to ask of that fair little creature to brave such a journey.” 

“You may see it just as a delicate song bird.” Celebrian moved around you to close the shutters and keep out the incoming frost. “But Greenwood doves are exceptionally, deceptively hardy and utterly determined, just like their people. If that little one succeeded in finding its way here, then it will most certainly succeed in its quest home.” She slipped an arm around your shoulders to give you a gentle squeeze. “There is nothing left to do but wait.”

The Lady departed your room to leave you alone with your thoughts…which quickly turned to those words again. You glanced over at the book you left on the chaise by the fireplace. Within its pages you hid the letter that you had been reading over and over again since its arrival, even though the words had already nested within you, keeping his voice inside your head and his face in your mind’s eye. 

"The bond between two Greenwood doves is so steadfast that one could scarcely bear to be separated from its mate for long. I send this one to you because he is a trusted friend; one who understands the importance of his errand. Just as I do, he knows of separation and longing and the love that drives it all.

My only desire is to reaffirm the ardency of my affections for you. To know that you have been reminded of it, that you have thought of me, is enough to comfort me through this winter we are apart. 

I await my friend’s return with anticipation. I shall celebrate his reunion with his beloved, in the hope that I too may experience that same joy very soon."

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Princess of Light: Nana Lady Galadriel x baby elf reader x Ada Celeborn.

Age: new born. Galadriel and Celeborn find out a very unexpected but lovely surprise. Takes place long after the Hobbit and a couple of years before Lord of the Rings.

Galadriel didn't understand what was wrong with her. She's been feeling sick, having strange cravings but most of all her belly was getting rounder and bigger.

It hit her that she was pregnant but how was that possible when she lost her ability to have children after having Celebrian.

She decided to look into her mirror to see if she is pregnant and to see the gender.

Looking into the mirror Galadriel can see a beautiful baby girl with the same hair as her and her husband’s eyes.

She gently placed a hand on her swelling stomach and can feel her  unborn baby kick, smiling with tears of joy in her eyes she went to tell her husband Celeborn the good news that they are going to be parents again.

Celeborn was beyond happy about the news, he was ecstatic about getting to be a father again the moment he felt his unborn child's energy from within his wife.

8 months later:

Galadriel is sitting besides her husband in the throne room lightly chuckling at her son in laws face as he gazes at her huge baby bump "Mother! you are with a child?" Elrond of Rivendell asked in shock "Yes my dear son in law." Galadriel said as Celeborn placed a hand on his wife's baby bump.

Elrond made his way up still looking at the bump containing the unborn child.

He looks at his parent in laws as if asking them for permission which they gladly gave.

He gently rubbed his hand over the bump feeling the unborn child kick but it was a very hard kick and the sound of liquid running was heard "She's coming." Galadriel said making Celeborn look at her in surprise "But it's so early." He said in surprise.

At the bedroom:

Celeborn is standing by Galadriel's side holding her hand as the healers tell her to push until the babies head was visible "I can see the head! Your doing great my lady." He said continuing to instruct the lady of light to push until the sweet cries of a newborn child filled the room. A midwife took the baby from the healer to have her clean.

Maids came in to clean Galadriel up before she held her child, after they finished a pink bundle was given to Galadriel who smiled along with Celeborn at the sight of their newborn baby.

She looked like a spitting images of Galadriel with her hair, skin and features, Celeborn placed his hand on his new princess's head "She's beautiful." He said lightly kissing your head making you opening your eyes revealing that you have your father's eyes, upon seeing your parents you cooed in curiosity at your surroundings "Hello, Y/N." Your new mother said smiling at you making you smile back while gurgling happily until a speck of dust flew past your nose making you sneeze and the adults to chuckle "Bring Elrond in." Celeborn said lightly tracing a finger on your chubby cheek making you grab his finger "Celebrian would have loved her." He said smiling fondly at the memories of your older sister who sailed to the undying lands long ago after being kidnapped and tortured by orcs.

The door reopened to reveal their Son in law with king Thranduil who both smiled softly at the newborn elfling "Ahh Thranduil we weren't expecting you until tomorrow." The lord of light said to the king of the woodland realm who gave a smirk "Looks like I came on time for the birth of the newborn princess of light." He said giving to everyone's shock a smile not a smirk or smug grin, a real genuine smile.

The two younger elven rulers made their ways over to Galadriel's bedside to greet you as your staring at them in newborn curiosity "Hello little one." Elrond said while Thranduil lightly booped your nose earning a laugh from you warming ever one's hearts but soon you got fussy.

Galadriel's motherly instincts kicked in as she knew what you wanted and Celeborn knew to as his fatherly instincts kicked in as well so he ushered the woodland realm king and his son in law out of the room with him behind to give his wife and daughter privacy.

It was now night time you are peacefully asleep in between your parents in a nest of blankets still wrapped in your pink blanket while your parents looked down lovenly at you as they made a vow to protect you and prevent you from suffering as your sister but they were going to make sure not to be to overprotective "Goodnight little starlight." Celeborn said lightly kissing your head with Galadriel doing the same as they drifted to sleep with you their greatest treasure asleep right next to them.

[doodle-pops]

May I request a most to least to be good kissers for house of Elrond? The Imladris crew that is.

So many options and only a few can be most lol.

The famous Lord of Gondolin and Imladris would surprise you when he kisses you for the first time. Elrond and Celebrian are a married couple so, of course, they would be good kissers.

Most

Glorfindel

Elrond

Celebrian

Arwen

Erestor (the old grumpy elf can kiss good)

Elrohir

Elladan

Lindir

Least

I think that Elladan and Elrohir are fair kissers, however, Elladan would be too excited and would probably mess up the first time. As for Elrohir, he would still have a clearer head, unlike his twin.

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[animatorweirdo]

Dancing memories part 2

(Second part for the dancing memories. Hope you enjoy) 

Here’s a link for: part 1

Context:  You have been living in Lindon for a while with your two foster sons. Everything was peaceful and it was almost time for a festival party, but then a stranger who calls himself the lord of gifts, arrives and insults your family. You decided to have a little chat about his future.

Warnings: tough talks, intimidation, mentions of possible death, angst talk, teen romance, longing, memories. 

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It took you a while, but you managed to find a chance to have a little privacy to chat with Annatar. You claimed you wanted to apologize for your early rudeness with the introduction, and he took the bait. 

You chose a private but not secluded place, and you trusted Elrond and Gil-galad to notice if you suddenly disappeared for some reason. It was risky, but after living hundreds of years in this world, you honestly didn’t care if you died or not. 

You looked out for people, then closed the door. You turned your attention toward the fair man in the room. “I’m surprised you suddenly wanted to talk and apologize for our first meeting. Maybe you aren’t so uptight, bystander,” Annatar smiled. You started pouring some drinks without much of an expression, then went for it. 

“You can cut the acting. I knew who you were from the beginning when someone said there was a stranger who called himself the lord of the gifts,” You explained. Annatar looked at you with a cautious expression. “If we’re gonna talk, we might as well use our real names, right, Sauron?” You asked, sharing a drink. “Or should I refer to you as your real name, Mairon the admirable,” You said. 

Annatar’s eyes flared in an instant, and his voice changed. “You seem to know me, “ He began. “But I do not believe we have met before,” He said. 

“Funny, isn’t it?” You asked. “I know a lot about you, but not only what you were in the past. I know what you will be in the future,” You explained. His eyes brightened with interest. “Is that so?” He questioned. “Yeah, like your future names and titles,” You said. “The sorcerer, Zigur, Tar-Mairon, the necromancer, the shadow, the nameless, the ring maker, and - “ You chuckled. “The dark lord of Mordor,” You said. Annatar stared at you. 

“Honestly, I do not see a point in having a ridiculous amount of names, and I thought my ex-lover had a stupid amount of names,” You said. “Who are you?” Annatar asked. 

“I wasn’t lying when I said no one important. My purpose is merely to stand in the background and see what will happen next. I’m technically there but also not there. I record history. Not the most exciting job when I already know what will happen next,” You explained. 

“And what is going to happen next?” Annatar asked. 

“You either leave and try your luck elsewhere or something unpredictable and yet risky to keep yourself hidden,” You explained. 

“I don’t know why you need to dominate the world. I think the war of wrath would have been enough to rearrange my life choices,” You said. “Don’t you know the annoying cycle of good always wins the evil?” You asked. “Do you want to join your master in the void that bad because it will happen in the end?” You questioned. 

“What makes you so certain?” Annatar asked. “Because I have seen it,” You answered. He stood quiet after that. 

“I could tell you what caused your downfall, but usually when people know their fate, they try so hard to change it, only making it worse and not knowing they have already sealed their fate,” You explained. “I could suggest taking back the plans and retiring for your own’s sake, but you’re not going to do that, aren’t you?” You asked rhetorically while putting the drink away. 

“Well, you’re not going to gain any trust here, so you might as well leave and go somewhere else,” You looked away for a moment, then found him standing right in front of you, towering over you. You looked up to him in the eye, showing nothing. You did not show fear because you had already lived beyond the point where you would be scared for your life. 

“I do not know who you are. But now that I look at you. I remember,” Mairon stated, his breath almost touching your face. You almost grimaced with disgust. “You’re Maitimo’s little sweetheart, aren’t you?” He chuckled. “I was curious who was this maiden I saw in his mind and now that you stand before me. I’m rather surprised. You were different from how dear Maitimo saw you,” He said, touching strands of your hair. 

“Time has a  cruel way of changing people,” You said, brushing his hand away. “And a former sweetheart is a bit exaggerated term for it since he’s no longer around,” You added. “Did you know his fate as well?” Mairon asked. “Did you know the oath will destroy him and watch how he died, doing nothing to change his fate?” He added. You remained quiet for a moment. 

“How cruel of you, but I supposed you couldn't do anything about it since something kept you back,” Mairon said. “Did the valars prevent you from taking action to control the future? Or would you suffer a grave punishment for going against the rules?” He questioned. You leaned closer to him. 

“Fun fact - “ You began. “No one told me I couldn't change anything,” You said.  Mairon looked at you for a moment before you suddenly took him into a close hug. His eyes widened, and he did not know where to keep his hands. 

“You will fail. Your armies and precious Bara-dur will crumble to dust. The light shall embrace your land of darkness, and your death will come where you least expect it, and you will do nothing about it because there isn’t anything you could do about it,” You whispered to his ear while you held him close. Mairon felt his heart quicken for a moment, and in a flicker, he saw visions of what seemed to be his tower falling and his fea fading from existence. 

“But alas -” You said, releasing him from your hold. “How you want to live your life is your choice alone, “ You said with a casual smile. “It was not my business nor right to change anything just because I didn’t like how it would end, so that’s why I never interfered with drastic events,” You explained. “It would have been too risky. I can’t simply change to lives of many to save only one,” You added.

“I don’t have any power to defeat you, so I will continue watching from the sidelines and see how the history will turn out, “You then patted his shoulder. “So, good luck with your world domination,” You walked toward the door. You left the room, leaving the maia with his thoughts. 

Two nights had passed, and you quietly stood at the tables with a glass of whatever was available. The hall was bustling with people, chatting and dancing on the dance floor with lovely music played by talented musicians. The atmosphere was joyful. 

It almost reminded you of those days when the celebration was purely out of enjoyment and celebration of something good. Not out of political success, war, and success of something that had little reason to be joyful. 

Elrond walked up to you and stood beside you. 

“I like what you did to the place,” He started, referring to the hall you decorated with the servants and workers. “It feels different but refreshing. Even though you still mixed the flowers. They have balance with colors and their meaning. Maybe life isn’t nonsense to you just yet,” He said. “Nah, it is still nonsense,” You said back. “Be happy I didn’t decide to come up with something dark and sad and make the party a funeral instead,” You explained, making him chuckle a bit. 

“Your sense of humor never ceases to amaze me,” He said. You hummed, smiling for a brief moment. 

“It seems like our friend Annatar decided to leave the city,” Elrond said. “Really? Well, that’s a pity. He’s missing out on a good party and drinks that are somewhat tolerable in taste,” You said, taking a sip from your drink. “I rather have coffee,” You stated, staring at your drink which looked and tasted bland. Elrond smiled, then looked at you. 

“Are you certain whatever you did with Annatar will not affect the future?” He asked. “I hope so,” You said. “I might have made something worse, but usually nothing changes, even when you know the future,” You explained. “Then what made you sure you could interfere this time?” Elrond asked. 

“I was not going to, taken he might have eventually left,” You explained. “But -” You sighed, then glanced at Elrond. “I guess I didn’t like how he looked at you,” You said. “And he called you Peredhel with hidden distaste. I guess that triggered my inner aggressive mother bear,” You added. 

“Oh, (Name),” Elrond said. “You do not need to risk anything for me,” He stated with a gentle smile. 

“Well, you and Gil-galad are the only thing I have left of a family, so if someone decides to be a shithead and look down upon you… I guess I can’t sit put and tolerate it,” You explained, almost struggling with the words. “Damn, I would most likely throw my stupid book into Morgoth’s face if he dared remark you with insults. The hell with the fate,” You said with a tone that made him chuckle. 

“Knowing you, I have no doubts that you would,” Elrond said, then gently touched your shoulder with a smile.  

“You have already done a lot for me and having you around is more than enough,” He said. You hummed, staring into the nothing. “I wish I could have been that to others and done more,” You stated. 

Elrond looked at you with sadness. He stepped closer, bringing his arm around you and gently bringing you in a soft hug. He leaned his head against you while you returned the gesture by leaning back with closed eyes. 

“You have done more than you realized... even to him,” Elrond said gently. “I have never blamed you for it, nor had Elros, “ He added, thinking about his brother. “So, please, don’t blame yourself for what fate had decided,” He said, looking at you. 

You took a deep breath. “I try,” You said almost in a whisper. 

Elrond smiled and brought back his arm. You two stood there for a moment, observing the party. 

“Will our peaceful times end soon?” He asked. “Unfortunately, “ You answered. “So, you might want to start being careful and watch out what our friend decides to do next,” You glanced at him, then at your drink. “But in the meantime. Like Gill-galad once said, we should enjoy it while we can,” You said, bringing up your glass to meet his. He smiled and grabbed a random glass to meet with yours. 

“Cheers,” You two clicked the glasses, then took a drink. 

You then noticed how his eyes latched onto something else over your shoulder.

You took a glance and saw Galadriel’s daughter entering the hall with her mother and father. She was smiling and looking dazzling as ever. Elrond looked away, but his ears went red as he tried to look away to find something else, most likely a reason to avoid confrontation. 

You rolled your eyes at his nervousness. He has been crushing on her for almost a millennia. He will never end up with anyone at this rate.

“Celebrian is here,” You said, making an obvious statement. “I… noticed her presence,” Elrond said, still refusing to look at her. “Wanna go ask her to a dance?” You questioned, making him almost jump with a startle. “Won’t that be a bit too soon? She just arrived with her family,” He said, almost squeaking like a blushing school boy. You shook your head and brought his head down with your arm. 

“Listen, if I wanna stay alive to see your future kids, you might as well get on to it and stop acting like a shy elven teenage boy you are,” You pinched his cheek. “Uhm -” He trailed off, his face red at the thought of children. “I can see you love her, but if you’re just going to stand in the background and do nothing like me, then I will end my life right here out of shame,” You stepped behind him. “It’s for your good. Go for it. Ask her for a dance!” You pushed him forward. 

“But!” Elrond turned to look at you. “You will be fine, go!” You said, then watched as he mustered courage and approached Celebrian. 

You watched the confrontation with anticipation. You couldn't hear what the two were saying, but Celebrian smiled and gave her a hand as Elrond led her to the dance floor. 

Elrond gave you a happy look, and you gave him thumbs up. 

You watched them dance along to the music and enjoy their time together. It brought a smile to your face as you knew their love would grow over time, and one day they will end up with a family. You also felt something familiar watching them together. 

“May I have this dance, my lady,” Someone appeared, holding their hand to you. 

You glanced at the hand before glancing at the mysterious stranger with a smile.

 A handsome red-haired tall ellon stood there with a smile you adored for centuries. His face was free of scars, and his eyes held that lovely carefree, playful, yet kind spirit he possessed all those years ago. 

You smiled, shrugging your shoulders. “I don’t know, Mae. I think there are a lot of more suitable partners to dance with a prince like you,” You said. He chuckled. “But what if I want to dance with you?” He asked. You stared at him for a moment before chuckling and giving him your hand, accepting his offer. 

“Aren’t you sweet with words, do tell me what makes me so special tonight that you want to dance with someone like me than someone important?” You explained. “A close friend of mine isn't someone important? You wound me if you think someone special like you is not someone important,” Maedhros said with a smile. “Especially someone whose ears seem to itch all the time and is quite loud-mouthed when approached from behind,” He chuckled.

 You snorted, rolling your eyes at him.

“You’re never gonna let me live it down when I cursed like a sailor and almost hit you in the face with a thick book?” You asked. “Well, I can’t deny that you have made my life more interesting from that day forth,” He said, kissing the top of your hand.

“Then shall we have an interesting night?” You asked with a smile. “Let’s. I hope you’re willing to stay a little longer. Your company would save me from the boredom this feast brings,” Maedhros said, making you giggle while taking you to the dance floor. 

You held your hand toward the dance floor as his hand vanished, and the memory wandered away. You stood there, watching the elves dance with their partners. They looked happy and had fun. 

When was the last time you managed to have fun like that with the one you loved? 

You took another glass but a beverage this time. 

You looked at the night sky. The stars sparkled with Elbereth’s light and brought many memories, like how you and Maedhros slowly danced one last time before fate became cruel and took him away for good. 

He might return one day at the end of the world, but would fate be kind enough to let you have enough strength to stay in this world for him? You would love to have one more dance with him.

[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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Like real people do.

Elrond X Reader

An: Inspired by 'like real people do' by Hozier. I have a thing for Elrond and Hozier lol, Im very proud of this tbh, basically the reader is just Celebrian and has been in the undying lands for some time. { @ladylittlepage this is for you Mellon nîn 🫶}

The waves crashing on the shore made a soothing sound, you inhaled the salty air.

'The waiting is unbearable.'

You thought, the breeze tossing your skirts about your ankles.

You weren't alone of course, many of your husbands kin were gathered on this beach.

You strained your eyes.

' was that... '

You step forward, squinting, yes, a glimmer on the horizon!

You tighten your grip on your cloak.

' Elrond! '

It was unmistakable now, the billowing white sails.

- Elrond's pov -

He paced the deck, he could see the shore line.

" I pray you sit down! Your going to ware through the deck if you keep that up! "

Gandalf said, laughter in his voice.

Elrond smiled.

" Apologies my old friend, but my nerves ware thin. Long have i dreamt of this day and now that it's finally here... The waiting is unbearable."

Gandalf stood, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder.

" Just a few moments longer, and you will no longer be parted. "

Elrond took comfort from the bright joy shining in the wizard's wise eyes.

He sighed, and looked towards the shore once more.

' only moments more, my beloved. '

- (y/n) pov -

The huge ship finally docked. And,

You saw him.

Your eyes filled with tears instantly, his tall frame, long sweaping robes, midnight black hair cascading down his shoulders like an ebony waterfall.

" Elrond... "

You breathed, tears stinging your eyes. He turned, the exact moment he glimpsed your (e/c) eyes, he moved like an elf in a trance, weaving through the others who parted for him.

You ran to him, throwing your arms around his neck. He swept you into a kiss, holding you impossibly close.

" Oh, (y/n), my beloved... "

"Elrond... "

There were tears streaming down both your faces. You drank in his presence, he pressed kisses to your face, pressing his forehead to yours .

Your fingers ran through his hair, then down his face. Every detail you had memorized and dreamt of night after night.

He peppered your face in kisses, your fingers intertwining.

"Oh how i have missed you..."

He breathed his eyes bright with the joy of having you once more in his arms.

-Elrond pov-

"Come, my love. Its time to go home... "

You said with a smile.

Elrond's world lit up, that lovely smile, your twinkling eyes, the way your squeezed his hand.

" Home?"

He questioned softly.

"Home."

You said leaving a kiss on his cheek and pulling him after you, towards the rest of forever, never to be parted by land or sea ever again.

~ The end ~

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Fluffy (relationship) Elrond HC

A/n: I have more fluffy Elrond HC both with and without it being part of a relationship and for ship relationships let me know if you want them

Elrond is not the type to wear rings, he finds them impractical especially with his line of work when he writes all day, healing and fighting, they tend to get in the way, so if you are lucky enough to marry the Lord, he would not wear the wedding ring apart from on days off and privet moments, he would keep it on a chain around his neck, and it wouldn't just be for practicality, whenever someone asks why he wears his ring hidden away under his clothes around his neck, he would always respond that he keeps it close to his heart, just like how you were able to win his heart over.

if you meet him before he makes Imladris and lives in Eregion, the damn elf would be so Feral, so his courting ways and ways of asking you to court are very overdramatic and extravagant and sometimes he is so hyped Gil-Galad would have to wrestle his Herald to the floor [New Path Unlocked Gil-Galad x Elrond x _____] although if that was to happen Elrond would also go after the king as well.

However if you meet him in Imladris he would be much calmer and he would court you the proper elvish way although his Edain blood would threaten to take over as it would be to slow.

Elrond while being an elf and respecting Elvish customs would also definitely take some of his Edain customs, which would make the courting process much more obvious and faster unless of course he gets shy around you which could happen with him you would never know.

Elrond cares deeply for his S/O so he would do anything for them within reason, he would also hen over them if they did get hurt and keep on telling them not to do something while healing them, the man is also like a personal therapist, Elrond would be easy to open up to given his kind nature he is also patient with his S/O opening up to him, he understands that it is hard for them to do.

Elrond would often give you council if you needed or wanted it, he would also not force you to do anything you were not comfortable with or did not want to do unless he knew that you would like it or that it would benefit you but he would not push you hard to do it.

Elrond understands boundaries and if you set them he would be sure to stick to them even if you didn't tell him directly what they were especially when he tries to court you.

PDA all depends on how both you and he feel like, sometimes it may lean towards the Edain ways with not caring about if it is in public and sometimes it leans to the elvish was so it is almost not existent and is done behind close doors away from prying eyes.

If you try and hide an injury to avoid him worrying about it he will immediately start henning over you and telling you that you would never burden him with something like an injury and he would always heal anything from the smallest paper cut to dragon fire.

If you ever spiral into a depressive episode thinking you are not worthy of love or are a burden he would always hug you and kiss you whispering nothing but sweet things to you saying that you are never a burden to him and you are worthy of everything, if the elf is in love then he is head over heels in love, he is sometimes the definition of puppy love.

Elrond would do anything you ever need, your dates he would plan every detail of them to make them amazing, and damn does that elf love cuddles especially when he is the little spoon, he doesn't mind being the big spoon by he does love being the little spoon, if you are a warrior or a fighter he would love being wrapped up in your protective hold it would remind him slightly of Maedhros' hugs, but if you did not fight he would love the gentleness of the hug and the pure love in it, or if you needed a protective hold he would always be glad to give it.

as much as Elrond has been hurt in his past he would have a very stable relationship which anyone would look perfect with give him to Gil-Galad and damn those elves have such a nice relationship everyone would want, give him to you and people would be jealous, give him to Celebrián and it looks perfect and is perfect.

Holding hands with Elrond, he would let you have the thumb control whenever you wanted, if he had it he would always rub your hand to make sure you knew he loved you.

[inthiskingdomwewillendure]

Hi,

So I thought about this idea with Legolas x reader where the reader is the daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn (which makes her princess of Lothlorien and a very high elf) and she is nervous because its commonly known that Galadriel and Thranduil dont like each other (she is still his superior but you get the point) and the reader and Legolas have a dinner or some council or something together with their parents.

Thanks a lot!

Have a nice day!

Sounds nice. Celebrian wouldn't be an only child then.