#glorfindel oneshot

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Lovely to be Rained on With You | Glorfindel

▹ Pairing: Glorfindel x Reader

▹ Genre: Fluff

▹ Words: ~2k

▹ Summary: It's kind of cute, dancing in the rain with Glorfindel.

▹ Notes: I think I got a tooth ache writing this

The sky was overcast from the moment you’d woken up.

The air was crisp, sharp, and chilling to the bone. Wind whistled through the trees, boughs twisting and bending. Dark clouds hung in the sky and threatened rain, but it never came. You wished it had. It would’ve made for a romantic scene, dancing through the rain with a partner that only you could see. Your dress would be drenched and cling to your skin, hair wet with droplets of water falling from the tips. Your cheeks would’ve been flushed from the cold, eyes glittering amongst the rain. It was all just a fantasy, however, as the rain refused to pour. 

You walked across Imladris, looking up at the sky, longingly. A chill ran through the gardens, eliciting shivers across your body. You pulled the cloak you wore closer to stave away the cold, but it didn’t help much.

“Y/N,” a voice called your name. You turned and were met with bright blue eyes, Glorfindel standing a few feet behind you. He was as radiant as usual, his golden hair pulled into the simple braid he often wore during training. It was loose, allowing stray pieces of hair to frame his face. His expression was serene, as it almost always was. He walked towards you, your heart rate getting faster with every step.

“Glorfindel,” you responded, an easy grin on your lips. You hoped it would mask the nerves rippling in your stomach. Anticipation made your body nearly vibrate, eager for any interaction with Glorfindel. No matter how large or small, it would be enough to keep you swooning the entire day. 

“What are you doing?” The distance that separated the two of you was gone. He felt like a furnace compared to your freezing body. It was your excuse for standing so close, even though you knew your cheeks weren’t flushed from the cold.

“Taking a stroll, I needed some air,” you said.

“In this cold weather?” Amusement gave his voice an airy lilt and the sound made your heart beat faster. 

“I like the cold?” It was more of a question than an answer and you cursed your timid temperament. Glorfindel laughed, the noise more melodic than it had a right being. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and a small, shy smile pulled on your lips. You’d do anything to hear that noise again. Even if you had to make the biggest fool of yourself to keep his eyes on you.

“Then perhaps you would allow me to walk with you if only to ensure the lady does not get sick with frostbite.” He presents his arm, and you link your arm with his. The two of you begin to walk forward.

You’re petrified, intensely focusing on keeping your legs steady so you don’t stumble like an idiot. Stars filled your vision the longer you and Glorfindel walked together. He began to speak with you, his voice so quiet only you could hear the words. It was silly observations; things he noticed as you walked. It had little purpose, other than to coax small bouts of laughter from you. 

A drop of water landed on your head. You looked up at the sky, the clouds had grown darker. Small droplets fell from the sky, the downpour coming down harder now. Glorfindel looked up at the sky as well, a slight frown on the edge of his mouth.

“Should we head inside?” he asked. 

Your eyes moved from the sky then back to him. The shy grin on your face was larger, eyes beaming with excitement. You’d waited all day for this moment to happen. If fate was on your side, your dance partner wouldn’t be a figment of your imagination. It would be the person you dreamed about most.  

“I’d like to stay, I enjoy the rain,” you said. 

Glorfindel nodded, eyes locked with yours and a soft smile on his lips. “Then we’ll stay.”

The two of you continued to walk through the gardens of Imladris, unphased by the cold rain. Your shoes were full of water and everything clung to your body awkwardly. Down to the bone, you were freezing, but Glorfindel’s smile kept you warm. The rain came down harder, aggressive enough that it might be the start of a storm. It would be smart to move to the shelter of Imladris. But you didn’t want the moment to end. Without thinking about it for too long, afraid you’d chicken out last minute, you grabbed Glorfindel’s hand. 

You pulled him forward to stand in the center of the garden, and he followed. Your smaller hands held his shoulders while he wrapped his arms around your waist. In near perfect sync, the two of you gently moved to the music the rain made. You began to hum, a tune you’d heard one of the minstrels sing a few nights ago. The floor was muddy, squishing under your feet. How lovely it was to be rained on with him.

He lifted his arm, coaxing you to spin and you did. Your wet hair flew around your face, sprinkling Glorfindel with water. Your eyes locked again, unabashedly staring at each other. Your eyes shone as if he was the rising sun after a long night. Time was moving too fast, it needed to slow down so you could savor this moment and memorize every detail. You weren’t sure you’d have the courage to replicate it. 

The dance shifted, no longer a slow sway but a lively waltz and his hands intertwined with yours. You fumbled as Glorfindel glided across the grassy terrain, the steps ingrained in his head. The dance was unfamiliar, though you’ve seen him dance it a million times in The Hall of Fire. He laughed, light, merry, and full of life. His eyes shone like stars and his smile rivaled the sun. You wanted to call him beautiful, but it didn’t feel sufficient. No word in any language accurately described Glorfindel. You would have to settle with ethereal, even if it felt lacking.

He consumed all your thoughts. The way he made your heart race and head get dizzy. How much you loved to hear him laugh, the glossy look in his eyes when he drank too much wine. He was full of life, so happy all the time, despite the horrors he witnessed. You wanted him to know that you admired his tenacity and bravery. You loved him, not just for his beauty or charm, but his selflessness, his honor, but you did adore the little line on his forehead when he was deep in thought. He made you feel alive just by being in the same room. You wanted to tell him all of that. It was on the tip of your tongue, but you didn’t want to ruin the moment. 

How silly to imagine he might ever feel the same. 

The moment was coming to a close, you could feel it. Glorfindel spun you, once twice, and then a final time. He pulled back, hands unwinding themselves from yours. His eyes stayed on yours, and you thought you saw a sheen of affection in the dim light. But he turned away before you could think about it too long. His arm held out once more, you wrapped yours with it as he led you back to the building. His fingers traced shapes on your arm, the motion soothing your nerves.

For the second time, you considered telling Glorfindel everything on your mind. And for the second time, you decided not to. How lovely it was to sit on the edge of comfort and chaos as a war waged in your mind. Quicker than you’d like, the two of you were twisting through the halls of Imladris, towards your room. It was empty, not a soul encountered. Neither of you spoke, but it wasn’t awkward. It was as calm as a gentle summer wind. All too soon you reached the door to your room. 

Your hands paused on the door knob and you turned to find Glorfindel already looking at you. There was hardly any space between the two of you, your noses brushing. The ability to breathe was taken from you as your eyes flickered to his lips before returning to his eyes. There was something in them you couldn’t read, but you desperately wanted to. To pull apart his brain and learn him entirely was all you wanted.

He took a step back, the moment over.

He did a sweeping bow and you returned it with a sloppy curtsey, face burning with embarrassment. Your rapid heart was beginning to steady yet the butterflies continued to erupt. 

“Until we meet again my lady.” Glorfindel turned, disappearing down the hall. You watched him go, and only after his form disappeared did you open the door to your room. You stepped in and shut the door behind you. Your legs turned to liquid and you leaned against the door for stability. Slowly, you slid down the wood, a dreamy expression on your face. You were dazed, eyes seeing a million stars in the darkness of your room. 

In the silence of the room, your confession slipped from your mouth. 

“I think I love you.”

The confession was only heard by the walls and furniture. The words embedded themselves into your books of exhilarating romances. In the sanctity of the space you allowed yourself a small thread of hope that one day, you would be the lead in a romance such as those.

A soft sigh left your mouth just as someone knocked on your door. The sudden noise made you jump as you scrambled to get off the floor. You took a few deep breaths to collect yourself before opening it. 

Glorfindel stood on the other side, his expression different, almost breathless. Reflecting in the dim light, you see one of your earrings in his hand. You reached up to both ears, feeling empty space on the left. The earring must have fallen at some point. How lucky Glorfindel had found it. 

“Is it true?” he asked, voice no louder than the tap of the rain on your windows. 

“What?” you asked. But a lump began to form in your throat, perhaps your confession hadn’t been as private as anticipated. 

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but when I came to return your earring that had fallen I couldn’t help but hear what you said. Do you truly love me?” 

It was like smoke had poured into your lungs, taking away your ability to speak. You were frozen. 

“Because if so, that is most pleasing. I find myself falling in love with you more every day, My Lady.” The confession fell from his lips like honey. You stood there, starstruck, unsure that you’d heard him correctly. But the grin on his face was too sweet and his eyes were too full of adoration for him to have said anything else. 

“It’s true. I do love you,” you spoke quietly, afraid you’d wake up from some hallucination. But you never did. Even as the grin on his face widened and he drew closer to you. His arms wrapped around you for a second time that night, but he pulled you closer than before. It wasn’t the embrace of a friend but of a lover. You leaned into his touch memorizing the sound of his heartbeat and the warm scent that clung to him. 

He kissed you. It was sudden, but you didn’t rebuke it. This was everything you’d dreamt of since you first laid eyes on Glorfindel. You pressed your fingers into him, to confirm that he was real and so was this. He touched you like no one ever had, fingers threading through your hair. Your mind was white, any thought hazy and unfocused. The only clarity you had was the feeling of Glorfindel’s body against you and the press of his lips. Lovely to be pressed against him. 

It felt like the beginning of a story you’ve read before. 

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“It’s okay to cry,” with Glorfindel

Summary; You have been a faithful guardian of middle earth, despite being a half human and a half something people hated. You were used to feel like an outcast and get discrimination with no good reason, but sometimes you just don’t have the energy to deal with the world. It has always been tragic and grey. Glorfindel is adamant to change that and see your smile. 

(Excuse my use of elvish if they’re not accurate. I tried to check them twice. Arodeth means Noble one. Amlugnim means a white dragon, and Gwaebereth is supposed to mean sky queen or wind queen,)

Warnings; Angst, comfort, confession, love

Enjoy!

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“There you are,” Glorfindel said as he approached you from behind. You huffed, sitting on the balcony railing and drinking from the bottle of wine you grabbed for yourself. The liquid ran across your throat, numbing the painful pricking you felt across your body. Your body swayed a little, but you managed to hold your balance. Hundreds of years of practice helped you grow a strong resistance against liquor. So, you didn’t get drunk easily. You were sober as a day.

“Are you alright?” Glorfindel leaned on the railing beside you. You huffed sarcastically. “Define, alright?” You asked before taking another sip from the wine bottle. 

Glorfindel stood silent for a moment. “If you’re thinking about those ellons who said those untrue things about you. You do not need to worry about them anymore. Lady Galadriel had given them a proper punishment for their actions,” He explained. 

You thought about the incident with those elves who called you a filthy serpent and a freak of nature. You learned not to take comments like those to heart since it’s not the first time people called you names and slandered you for what you were, but sometimes you don’t have the energy to deal with it, especially when some things they said were true. 

“Well, they aren’t technically lying now, aren’t they?” You asked. “I mean, look at me. I barely look like what I used to be, and I hate what I am,” You explained, motioning your whole appearance. Your white transparent scales flickered in the light. “I have to drink alcohol to keep the pain away, and I’m still suffering from some anger issues,” You stated. “I’m not normal, especially when I can turn into one of the most hated creatures of middle earth, so it’s easy to call me a monster,” You said, looking away. “Maybe I am, and I’m fine if people hate me. You probably hated me too at one point,” You pointed out.

“You are not a monster,” Glorfindel wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace. “Anything but a monster,” He said, leaning his head upon your shoulder. “And I never hated you, and I will never grow to hate you,” He said. “You might not show it, but I know you have a gentle heart. You’re are too gentle to hurt anyone, unlike those who served Morgoth and willingly caused terror,” He added. 

You hummed. You would never allow someone else to get this close to you like Glorfindel, and since it was him. You just enjoyed the warmth his body provided to your ever-cold human corpse. 

“I might not be able to cure the pain you feel every day or heal the scar Sauron inflicted upon you, but I want to let you know. I’m here for you. You don’t have to be alone again,” Glorfindel said, looking at you in the eyes. You sighed, looking away. Many people said the same thing, yet they ended up leaving you anyway. 

“You shouldn't lie to me,” You said, taking a sip from your wine before realizing it was empty. You sighed in disappointment. 

Glorfindel gently turned you around to face him. “I am not lying to you. I swear I am always truthful to you,” He said. “Dragon or human, you have done so much for the people of middle earth since the first age of Beleriand. You deserve to rest and be happy,” He said with a smile. “It’s what I wish for you, Arodeth Amlugnim, the most noble of dragons,” He stated, stroking your white hair with a gentle touch. 

You closed your eyes, feeling his hand across your hair like a touch of a feather. It was so warm and gentle. You would have allowed a purr to leave your throat from the peaceful sensation. 

Your eyes began to burn. You squinted them shut because it was a habit not to show weakness before people, especially in front of the golden-haired balrog slayer. 

Glorfindel hushed. “It’s okay to cry,” He said, then you held on to him, showing your face into his neck as tears began to fall like rain droplets. He hugged you, whispering comforting words on his tongue as you wept in his embrace. Time passed, and you managed to shed your last tear. Your eyes merely burned from the dryness they suffered. “How do you feel?” Glorfindel asked, rubbing your arm. 

“Better, just a little,” You said, making him chuckle. You were always so guarded and silent, so he enjoyed you felt comfortable being open with him. 

You looked at the night sky, the stars shining brightly. “Have you ever been at the peaks of the white mountains? You could almost see the sun and moon from there. I enjoyed traveling a bit when Morgoth was banished but lost interest when the world became dull,” You explained. “It’s one of the highest peaks in the world,” You added. Glorfindel smiled. “I have not, but I trust that it must be one of the marvelous views in the world,” He said. “Would you like to come with me there? I can take you there to see it, “ You asked. He looked at you, surprised for a moment, before smiling. “I would love to if it makes you happy,” He said. 

“I meant every word when I said you deserve to be happy, so I’m willing to do anything to make you smile and make this world bright for you,” He gently took your hand and looked you in the eyes with a fond smile. “You have my word for it,” He said, kissing the knuckle of your hand.  

Your heart fluttered when he did that, then you realized what your other friend had been trying to tell you, and you couldn't help but embrace the feeling. 

You wrapped your arm around his head, bringing him close to you. “If you mean it, then can this Amlugnim be selfish for once because the only thing I’m greedy for is your affection?” You asked. His eyes dilated for a moment, and he sucked his breath. “You knew?” He questioned. You smiled, shaking your head. “Lady Galadriel has a terrible habit of sharing her thoughts with mine,” You said. 

The golden-haired ellon then smiled, which brightened your world. “If that’s what you wish,” Glorfindel said. “Wish? I’m out of wine, but now the only thing I’m drunk for is you,” You said. You both stared into each other for a moment before Glorfindel made the first move and brought his lips to meet yours. You pulled him closer to you but carefully allowed him to explore because you didn’t want accidentally hurt him with your sharpened teeth. 

You turned around and stood up from the railing, standing taller than him. Glorfindel never found your height intimidating. On the contrary, he found it endearing because you weren't like other maidens. 

You broke off the kiss to catch some air, then just stared into each other's eyes, your foreheads gently touching. Glorfindel marveled at your beauty because, at that moment, your snow-white hair and scales shone bright like fragments of white gems were scattered among your body. 

“Those elves were fools. How can you look like a freak of nature when you shine this brightly like a star of Varda?” Glorfindel asked. “Stars are most beloved among the elven kind,” He added, making you chuckle. “And Arodeth, none of them share a name that almost shares the title with the king of Arda,” He said, then smiled. “Or should I say, Gwaebereth, the sky queen,” He said the name people gave you when you defeated Morgoth and his armies. 

“Please, call me (Name). It has always been my true name,” You said, holding his eyes on you. “If you wish, (Name),” He smiled, and you both gently touched your foreheads, basking in the moment of peace the night offered for you.

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Hello @joyfullynervouscreator, I’m your Santa for @officialtolkiensecretsanta!

This is a little friendship (or pre-relationship, your choice) and world building vignette set in the very early days of Vinyamar with a few of the proto-lords of Gondolin. It’s a little bit about building and life in Nevrast and a lot about just appreciating the people you love, and I hope you enjoy!

[memoriapraeteritorumbonorum]

Masterlist 

FËANOR

Letters to Fëanor: I

NERDANEL

Letters to Nerdanel: I

MAEDHROS

Letters to Maitimo: I II

Unexpected Encounters

Ambar

Headcanons

Noticing you've picked up his mannerisms

Comforting you during your period

CARANTHIR

Letters to Carnistir: I II III

Nocturnal Thoughts

Oialëa Part II

Vandanyë

Imagines/Drabbles

Distracting Caranthir from overworking himself

Caranthir taking care of you when you're sick

Headcanons

Noticing you've picked up his mannerisms

MAGLOR

Letters to Makalaurë: I II III IV V

Imagines/Drabbles

Singing to you

Comforting you after overworking yourself

Headcanons

Noticing you've picked up his mannerisms

CELEGORM

Letters to Tyelkormo: I

Of Strawberries and Wine

Tasarë

Headcanons

Noticing you’ve picked up his mannerisms

CURUFIN

Letters to Atarinkë: I II

Headcanons

Noticing you've picked up his mannerisms

GLORFINDEL

Letters to Glorfindel: I II III

Imagines/Drabbles

Finding out you will be joining the Fellowship of the Ring

Returning to Glorfindel after the Quest of the Ring

Flower Crowns

Headcanons

Noticing you’ve picked up his mannerisms

AMROD

Letters to Atyarussa: I

OTHER

Letters to Bilbo: I

Love notes to the Fëanorians

The Sons of Fëanor behind closed doors

Waiting

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

🍃Tolkien Masterlist🍃

Smut: 🔥🔥

Fluff: 🌸🌸

Heated Fluff: ⭐️⭐️

Friendly: 🌈🌈

Angst: 🌨️🌨️

💙 Collage

💚 Oneshot

💖 Preference/Headcanon

💜 Quote

💞 Blurb

Aragorn

- Just A Girl 💚🌸

- Waited So Long 💚🔥

Arwen

- Warrior Girlfriend 💙🌸

Bard

- Baker 💙🌸

- Break Stuff 💚⭐️

- Mermaid 💚🌸

Boromir

- Sleepy Reader 💜🌸

- Princess 💖🌸

- Waited So Long 💚🔥

Eomer

- Heart-Shaped Box 💞⭐️

- Queen of Pain 💜⭐️🔥

Fili

- Size 💚🔥

- Loved You Before 💚🌸

- Undressed 💙⭐️

- Elf Princess 💙🌸

Glorfindel

- Chanel 💚🌸

- S&M 💚🔥

- So Tight 💞🔥

Kili

- We Didn’t Start The Fire 💚🌸🌈

- Elf Princess 💙🌸

Legolas

- She Knows It 💚🌈

- Big Girl 💚🌸

- Edge Play 💚🔥

- Tongue Piercing 💚🔥

- Waited So Long 💚🔥

- Sweet Prince 💚🔥

Lindir

- Toys 💚🔥

- Rebellious 💙⭐️

Thorin

- 9 to 5 💚🌸

Thranduil

- Relaxing Day 💙🌸

- NSFW Alphabet 💖🔥

- Old Lady Reader 💖🌸

- Leaving A Party 💙🌸

- A Kingly Tour Guide 💙🌸

- Sleeping Loves 💜🌸

- Jewellery and Paintings 💙🌸

- Breath 💚🔥

- The Kiss 💚🌸

Multiple

- Meeting 1 💖⭐️

- Meeting 2 💖⭐️

- Meeting 3 💖⭐️

- Meeting 4 💖⭐️

- NSFW 1 💖🔥

- NSFW 2 💖🔥

- Lindir x Reader x Glorfindel 💞🔥

- Lindir x Reader x Glorfindel 2 💞🔥

- Favourite Position 💖🔥

- Fairy x Mermaid 💚⭐️

- Elves x Hobbit Women 💞🌸

- Elves Kissing 💖🌸

- Human and Elves 💞🔥

- Love Triangle 💙⭐️

- Kink Alphabet 💖🔥

- Two Lords and a King 💞🔥

[thesummerestsolstice]

Unwritten Fics game

I was tagged by @runawaymun to talk about all my as-of-yet unwritten fic ideas! I have many, many of them. Here are a few. Feel free to send me asks about any of them, or to tell me which ones you'd most like to read in the tags!

Earendil-drinks-the-Silmail-AU: see Tumblr post here. Elwing gives Earendil the Silmaril's light to try and heal him from an illness, and both he (and later E&E) now have the light of the Silmaril within them. This causes problems for the Oath of Feanor. Can't decide whether to make it serious and heartbreaking or extremely silly.

Immortal Elros AU: definitely need to post about this one. In which Elros sees the mortals who will become the people of Numenor, loves them, and decides the best way to help them is to be immortal, to protect their descendants and maintain their legacy long after they're gone. He becomes Numenor's beloved guardian, caring for it's people for centuries. This all goes pretty well until Tar-Mairon shows up on the island.

Faustian Bargain AU: when both Gil-Galad and Celebrimbor are captured during Eregion's fall, Elrond makes a dangerous deal with Sauron to get them back. In exchange for their release, Elrond offers to become Sauron's captive, and to help him in his efforts to reach the Void and free Morgoth. Elrond, of course, has other plans. So do the now-free (and incredibly worried) Gil Galad and Celebrimbor.

Unexpected Problems: see Tumblr posts here and here. All about the issues Elrond runs into in Valinor– from people debating about whether or not he counts as an Ainur to Noldor being scandalized that he only wears a couple pounds of jewelry. Also his repeated attempts to stop Galadriel and Bilbo from completely destroying Valinorian society.

The Love of a Parent: Elrond's parents continue to look out for him, whether from beyond the circles of the world or from the stars above. Probably largely outsider POV. A chance for more eldritchry.

On Estel: In which Earendil goes into the void, searching for Maeglin's lost spirit. Slight AU in the sense that it's very Maeglin sympathetic, and has him having a good familial relationship with Turgon, Idril, and Earendil.

Ten Little Soldier Boys: my take on who Finrod's faithful ten were, why they were so loyal, and the moments they each decided they would give anything to keep Finrod safe. OC heavy but very dear to my heart.

Misfits, Outcasts, and other Characters of Ill-Repute: a series of oneshots about the various people who end up in Rivendell and how they got there. Includes canon characters (Glorfindel, Erestor, Lindir, etc.) and some OCs (including an old Feanorian diehard and one of Thingol's bodyguards, and, of course, Garthaglir the Library Orc)

No pressure, but I'm going to second Runawaymun's tagging of @jaz-the-bard (I don't think they've done the game yet but I might've missed it on their blog)

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Taming the Balrog-slayer

❁ Prompt & pairing: Romance | Glorfindel x Mentelossë (OFC) ❁ Synopsis: Glorfindel - warrior, hero and famed Balrog-slayer - loves pleasing his lady. ❁ Warnings: Smut, some D/s, please heed warnings ❁ Oneshot (~1.1k)

Messy

❁ Prompt & pairing: Imladris | Glorfindel x Erestor x Ecthelion ❁ Synopsis: Glorfindel, a menace on the battlefield and in other situations alike, is about to have some fun with Erestor… only for an old "friend" to show up. ❁ Warnings: Smutty crack ❁ Quadruple drabble

@glorfindelweek

taglist: @blauerregen @elanna-elrondiel @i-did-not-mean-to @saintstars

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AN: I promised to write a little something for @sortumavaara a while ago, so here it is! Based on and inspired by this artwork.

dark romance prompts

♡ prompt: taboo & overstimulation (rare pair bingo) | Glorfindel x Erestor ♡ synopsis: Glorfindel wants - needs - Erestor and hatches a new plan to make it happen, even if it means breaking a few teeny tiny rules and taboos ♡ warnings: highly dub-con/non-con, aphrodisiacs, obsession, unhinged horny & delusional Glorfy ♡ short oneshot (~800 words)

The thought that he shouldn't do this had crossed Glorfindel's mind. 

But the voice of reason had, in time, been drowned out by his desire, no, need to bed Erestor again, a feeling that had taken over his very mind and every waking thought. 

It was perhaps, as Glorfindel had also considered, not entirely right to feel this way, yet such a notion again did little to dissuade him; in fact, he had always found it rather arousing to break rules and taboos. 

And his favourite lover would enjoy it, he was certain. 

Erestor's cheeks were flushed bright red and his breathing was heavy. An empty tea cup sat in front of him, nearly getting knocked over as he sluggishly attempted to prop himself up and rise from his chair. 

"Glorfindel... not this again..."

He was slurring his words and sounded almost petulant, causing Glorfindel to smile, endeared by the display. 

"Yes, beloved. I promised we would try again, didn't I?"

Instead of waiting for a response, he picked up the smaller ellon and carried him over to the bed to begin undoing his robes. Erestor mumbled a few words of weak protest, but Glorfindel opted to stroke the growing bulge between his legs to soothe him. 

"I know it's not easy," he said softly. "After you were so tense last time, I prepared this tea for you. It should make it easier for you to take me. And I'll be careful, I promise." 

All Erestor managed was a groan while his remaining clothes were removed, and Glorfindel quickly discarded his own as well. Despite not having consumed the stimulating beverage himself, his cock was already hard as well, standing between his legs with the pride and poise expected from an accomplished warrior like himself. 

Erestor gulped and tried to rise, but Glorfindel swiftly moved to sit behind him and gathered him in his arms. 

"Let me show you how good it can feel when you're relaxed and ready," he cooed, grasping his lover's thighs to spread his legs wide open. 

Two fingers made their way in-between before Erestor could attempt to close them and gently prodded his entrance. Glorfindel found that he was indeed wet, as was the intended effect of the concoction he had slipped into his tea, yet not quite leaking. The amount of lubrication might still be insufficient to fit his entire length inside that tight little hole, but he was certainly willing to try. 

Placing his hands on the underside of his thighs, he lifted the smaller ellon up to place him on his lap and align his cock with his entrance, and Erestor squirmed in his grasp. 

"No, please," he protested weakly. "Please, my lord. I-I can't. And I promise I won't tell anyone – ah-!" 

Glorfindel attempted to shush him with a kiss, but his lips brushed against his cheek instead as Erestor turned his head to the side. His breath came in heavy gasps upon being breached, taking the warrior's large cock inch by inch. 

"Ssshhhh. You're doing so much better already," Glorfindel praised, holding him in place when he felt resistance. "Look, you managed to take half of me this time!"

"Stop – ngh – please... ah..." Erestor tried once more, but his pleas were soon reduced to small moans and gasps as Glorfindel began to move inside him. 

"We'll up the dosage next time," he reassured him, whispering in his ear. "Then it'll feel even better and you'll be able to take all of me. Doesn't that sound good?" 

He received no reply, but that suited him just fine. With every thrust, his world shrank more and more until it was reduced to the wonderful feeling of hot, wet tightness around his cock, exactly like he had imagined it. Glorfindel barely noticed that Erestor came soon after, and it didn't deter him either; he was simply too sweet when he tried and failed to beg for reprieve and could do nothing except take his cock over and over and over again. 

He loves it, he reminded himself, and one day he'll admit it too. 

Letting out the occasional indulgent moan to inform his lover of his boundless enjoyment, Glorfindel continued to bounce him on his lap and fuck him open until he'd had his fill. 

"You always feel so wonderful, Erestor," he breathed when he released inside him, accentuating his words with a gentle, almost chaste kiss on his cheek. 

Erestor was silent, and his chest was heaving as he attempted to catch his breath. Glorfindel placed him on the bed and lay down as well, admiring him. 

"Do you even know how beautiful you are? How cute and precious and delicious?" he continued and leaned down to pepper his face with more kisses. "I can never resist you, beloved..." 

Thanks for reading!

[deadqueernoldor]

End of Year Fic Recs!

I got tagged by @camille-lachenille for this, and boy I havent had time to read fic in a hot minute but this was literally the perfect opportunity to go through my ao3 and tumblr bookmarks again! Also I feel really bad that I couldnt get 5 for the first 3 categories, so pls dont take it personal if I forgot. My tagging system is a mess and idk if it works but if you want more tumblr writing recs go into the "writing that has me foaming out the mouth like a rabid dog" tag I have at the top of my account.! There's so many good drabbles and ficlets i couldnt possibly name them all! Also i likely could have tagged other author's tumblr accs but i didn't feel like looking bc I'm exhausted. I love these all sm

Also I cheated with the self rec bc one is from 2022 but I didnt want to rec only my OC lol

Recommend up to 5 series or multi-chapter fics from 2023 that everyone should read (multi-year WIPs count, if the last update was in 2023).

Beneath a Boundless Sky by @runawaymun — ongoing — Rating (M)

Summary: Elrond’s two new wards both struggle to feel at home in Rivendell. The wounds from their slavery in King Frumgar’s court are still fresh, and the scars are deep -- and they’re not the only ones. Maglor is home at last, but each day he lives he is haunted by guilt and grief. Elrond is nothing if not patient, and he is certain that given enough time in Rivendell, all three will heal.

I am always frothing at the mouth at OCs and world building and this work *and the prev work/part 1 of the series* is SO good

dare you see a soul at the white heat? by millyfaraway — ongoing — Rating (M)

Summary: Lómion is reembodied, but struggles to cope. His uncles try to help.

BABY BOY GETS FAMILY THERAPY ABBY BOY SLOWLY GETS CONFIDENCE AND PUPPY LOVE SOBBIG ITS WHAT HE DESERVES anyway go read

The Last Heir of Fëanor - Part Two by Astrance — 87k — Rating (T)

Summary: This is the second part of the tale of the surviving child of Celebrimbor of Eregion and how she fared through the Ages of the world. From the Fall of Ost-in-Edhil to Imladris and the vastness of Second Age Eriador, the fight against Sauron seems never ending. Plans have been set in motion across the Misty Mountains, but, in Lindon, many tasks await.

Have I mentioned how much I love OCs? This is literally one of the best OCs I've read, flaws and all, and the way the whole thing is written is chefs kiss. Cant decide if I'm sweating from the amount of sobbing I've done with this work *and the previous/first part* or because of the delicious angst.

and rain will make the flowers grow by @swanmaids — 800 — Rating (G)

Summary: Glorfindel and Idril; on the Helcaraxë, in Nevrast, in Gondolin.

THEM. THEM. THEM. That's all I have to say. bUT THEM!

Recommend up to 5 single chapter fics/one-shots (long or short) from 2023 that everyone should read.

your veins are empty of dust by @echo-bleu — 1.7k — Rating (G)

Summary: Anairë finds her late one day in her workshop, surrounded by slabs of stone larger than her. Nerdanel is hammering forcefully at one of them, the barest hints of an elven shape already taking form in the marble. Bitter, stinging tears run down her cheeks and into her collar, and her arms ache with exhaustion.

The body is only barely sketched, but the face is already chiselled, smooth curves and angular cheekbones.

Fëanáro emerges out of the marble, looking like he’s about to take life.

(Across the sea, her sons lead a funeral.)

Frothing. Gnawing. I love the writing. The angst. Fucking mourning. Gimme all and then hurt me some more.

Babysitting #01 by @lordgrimwing — more chaps likely, atm oneshot

Excerpt: "She brought her children."

"Who did?”

"That Elwing woman, the pro bono case Celegorm talked me into."

Modern!scenario fix with Exhausted!lawyer!maedhros. He's tired and that's very sexy of him. Maglor is secy. They all are. Idiots. But very sexy. Elrond and Elros best boys. No argument.

Dreams of Doom by @camille-lachenille — 3.8k — Rating (M)

Summary: “She runs in the dark, alone. Where her feet carry her, she knows not, and her heart is heavy with dread. Someone - something - is watching her.”

Niënor from the moment she arrives in Brethil to her death.

THE ANGST THE LOVE THE TENDERNES THE FORESHADOWING I AM BITING THIS BC I CANT FIND GLASS TO CHEW.

Recommend up to 5 fics NOT from 2023 that everyone should read (oldies but goodies.)

Those Peaceful Hours by SpaceWall — 3.9k — Rating (T)

Summary: At the end of the Third Age, faced with her impending return to the home she left before the sun, Galadriel seeks out the one person who will understand her fears and grief.

It's so well written and the premise as a whole is so great!. Compelling and Galadriel characterisation is just so very sexy to me.

Their oath will drive them, and yet betray them by musing_and_writing — 2.2k — Rating (G)

Summary: Elrond had hours to spare, and if Maglor wished to spend the short time they had together reminiscing, he would not blame him for it. As Maglor began singing, Elrond settled himself across the clearing in his own bed of autumn flowers. Maglor’s voice resounded in the clearing, clear and powerful, just as it had upon his fortress’s ramparts as he pushed back Morgoth’s forces with a Song, just as Elrond assumed it must have echoed before the poisoning of the Trees in his family’s halls as Feanor crafted his cursed jewels.

Hehehehehe cryptid mf with a heart I love it the angst the tenderness it's just so *holds gently* while also *bodychecks maglor*

Double The Baggins, Twice The Took by fogisbeautiful — 138.5k — Rating (T)

Summary: The Baggins twins, Briallen and Bilbo, have spent their whole lives taking care of each other. So when the world outside makes an (uninvited) appearance, only one thing is certain. Not for wizard or king or mountain or dragon will the two of them part. Not if they have one word to say about it.

And besides, as Gandalf points out: It never hurts to have a spare burglar on hand.

I'm a sucker for Thorin x hobbit, and you give me a fic with bilbo's sister who's so lovely characterized? I'll kiss you sloppy style

The One With All The Birds by clothonono — 46.5k — Rating (G)

Summary: Would it never end? Would there always be one more mother standing on the shore, looking out to sea, full of a grief made more terrible by hope?

Elwing and Nerdanel in Valinor in the Fourth Age; a story about children coming home.

I think swanmaids recc'd this to me once upon the time when it hadn't been finished and I want to kiss their forehead for it. It's so good! Go read bc I lick my screen every time I re-read it.

Recommend up to 5 of your own fics (completed or WIP) from 2023 that everyone should read.

Bitter end — 6.4k — Rating (T)

Summary: Maglor has one brother left.

Both have one more fight in them.

The ghost you dress up as (knows how to haunt) — ongoing — Rating (M)

Summary: Maedhros was not the first Finwëan to be captured and taken to Angband, nor did he remain there the longest. Ranyatinwë, twin of Caranthir, was the first.

She escapes.

(Series) Old Maggie Took — 7 works — 402k — all Rating (G)

Summary: The headcanon about Maglor, second son of Fëanor, lives hidden in the Shire? Yes.

[ruiniel]

In bloom

Characters: Glorfindel, f!Reader

Relationship: Glorfindel/f!Reader

Rating: Explicit 🔞

Count: 2.6k

Tags: oneshot, Imladris, post-LOTR, human!reader, f!reader, reunion, feels, intimacy, light smut, yearning, vaginal sex

Summary:

A friend and I had this writing exchange where we'd give each other a set of characters + a word/sentence in Quenya or Sindarin as prompts, and build around those.

So last year I wrote this short oneshot for @pickingfightswithsprites, who gave the prompt for some 🔥 Glorfindel x (human) f!Reader, which I'm posting here

The great courtyard bustles with movement. There is a shift in the wind, carrying with it the clopping of hooves and the whinnying of horses. Travelers speed through the gates as the household of Imladris—what little remains of it—rushes to meet the returning company and aid with their wares.

This marks the end of another expedition in the far southern lands, and judging by the letters, it will not be the last, with many joining the King in his efforts after the War.

A mild breeze gushes in the air, infused with the fragrance of gardens in bloom. You watch the Elves before you—lingerers, not yet having taken the journey to their Undying Lands; some are not ready to abandon the shores they know, others stay for reasons you cannot understand. They tarry here, in a changing world free of shadow for the first time in Ages.

You search the arrivals, craning your neck to see better; shoulders squared, restless fingers worrying at the loose thread of your sleeve. It would be a lie to say the past months were anything other than constant, agonizing loneliness; that time didn’t sludge and crawl through its days. You see the black-haired twins dismount, worn and battle-weary, their eyes like quicksilver. There are none wounded from what you can tell, and that is a measure of comfort. Your eyes skim over the gathering again and at last, you see him.

The weight of his gaze on you proves too much, and all sounds fade to the errant beat in your chest. Welcoming arms hide him from you but you keep staring, choking on your own relief. 

You feel the fool standing here like this and before you know it, you’re slowly turning on your heel, walking in the opposite direction away from the rising cheer. 

The stable entrance strikes your sides as you rush through, the smell of fresh hay and horses a balm to your stupor. Come to an abrupt halt you clutch the rails of one stall, taking deep breaths; the air will not reach; you’ve overwrought yourself again.

The wooden doors creak and soft footfalls draw near, attuned to the drum of your heart; the subtle rustle of chainmaille joins in, both a blessing and a damning to you. In your sudden fit of cowardice, you remain still, staring emptily ahead.

Pressure tightens around your shoulders, gently, drawing you into familiar warmth. Your chin tips down to the vambrace adorning a forearm, to the gilded rayed sun upon it. You fall against his armored chest, the cool plate hard on your back.

“As careless with yourself as ever,” comes the soft rebuke. His voice, how you missed it. It is the same—vibrant, grounding, with a warm undertone. 

You grip at his forearm with shaking fingers, tracing the carvings. “I worried.” You have questions, but your last shred of strength is dwindling fast, and words are scarce. “When no missives reached us in the past months, I thought...”

His other arm wraps around you. “They forced a change in our strategy. There was no time to send word.”

The stable doors open anew, and commotion fills the silence, like bursting mayhem to your ears. Your body softens against him, until he is all but supporting you. Sleep. Rest becomes a dire need as your head lolls to the side, all your worries having spent you.

“I must see the others. Promise me you will go rest?” he asks. 

Soft gold brushes your cheek and nose. You’re dizzy; it’s been so long since you held him, felt him, smelled him, had him. “I… promise.”

His fingers tighten on your shoulder like a silent vow and then his warmth is gone, leaving you bare and cold, but relieved.

Sunlight sifts through the stained glass window. Seated on the edge of the bath amid rising wafts of steam, you watch the rays of green and red dancing on the water’s surface. You awoke recently to birdsong and the sweetness of lilac and butterfly bushes outside. Your wayward thoughts rise and crash in uneven order, settling on the memory of his promise.

You hear him enter soon enough, and at the sound of his light tread, you gain your feet and seek him with eager steps, just in time to see him discard his sullied cloak, casting it aside. His bright eyes alight on you, and as before, your body sees fit to rebel—heavy like lead. Perhaps you must still accept this is reality, and not a figment of your yearning or the torment of your pining. You take quick strides, closer.

Glorfindel stands before you with the ghost of a smile on his face, as dusted with travel as his clothes. His plate armor is gone. There is a tightness in his stance, present whenever he returns from these overlong trips. His boots are caked in mud and your gaze sweeps over him, finding a healing bruise or two upon his temple and cheek; his long hair is unkempt, windswept from the ride.

“You look...” you dare take a step, then another, until you’re close enough to see the warm pulse at his neck.

A faded smirk, revealing impish dimples. “Filthy?”

You scoff—or sob, you cannot tell—falling against him in your struggle for purchase. “You said it, not I,” you rustle, breathing in his scent, gasping at the sudden vice of his hold; you’d forgotten his strength. “Come,” you urge, but he does not move; nor can you, with his fingers hooked into your back. Gently, you pry yourself free and bind a hand around his wrist, leading a slow retreat to the bath chamber. Once there, you face him, reaching for the stiff collar of his tunic, your fingers circling and undoing the coppery studs one by one.

His hands twine in your hair as your touch drifts to his chest, lower, working until the garment comes undone, and you ease it off his shoulders. When you seek his gaze, you notice how he follows your every move, lips parting when your trembling fingers reach the waist belt of his trousers to undo the fastening at the front. Your hands slip easily beneath the fitted material, over warm skin and hard muscle; his palm finds your inner thigh, trailing upward. You lift your head to him, sighing as his thumb finds your center, drawing small circles through the wispy silks of your robe. The closeness, his lips on yours, all skew your balance like a blade shearing through bone and sinew; you whimper and he releases you only to shed his boots and trousers before crushing you to him again, whispering in your hair words in every language he knows. Struggling in his hold with some success, you lead him to sit on the heated marble edge.

Yet standing, rapt, you wallow in the beauty of him: the heave of his chest, his strong thighs. His skin, warm freckled gold from months spent training in the burning sun. His strong-veined hands, settling heavily on your waist.  

“Á helta.”

“What… what does that mean?” you ask, bemused at his use of those alluring, ancient shards of High Elven, always like forgotten spells falling from his lips.

Glorfindel hums and his gaze softens, a patient hunter in wait. His smile becomes crooked. “Strip.”

You grin, an eyebrow raised in derision and eager fretting, but you’re already tugging at your robe. You want him to see you, want to remember his face as he looks and lingers on every fleeting, imperfect part.

When the cloth slips down your shoulders Glorfindel wordlessly reaches for the unfastened sash at your middle and wraps each end around his fists, and pulls, ordering you down to him. You cross your bare legs around him and he turns, stepping inside the bath and sinking to his knees with you held fast in his arms. 

He sighs, leaning back, immersing you both in liquid warmth as you press your lips to his forehead, his nose, the corner of his mouth. “I want to help.”

He frowns, hand sleeking over your rear. “I’d say you already are.” He holds your hips down, and you feel the truth he speaks.

“Before that,” you murmur, a palm to his cheek.

Glorfindel tilts his head so he can nibble on your shoulder. He strains up against you once.

“That’s torturous,” you murmur even as he releases you. 

“Believe me, I know,” he returns with half a grin. Then, “Show me.” 

It has been so long, your words feel awkward and strange in sharing. But the bond you share, that blazes for something, anything of each other. His uncontrollable shudders are your own; you’re just as weak. You glide to the other end of the bath, propped against the edge, a tapping hand to your chest in bidding.

Glorfindel follows, turning and resting in your arms with his golden head over your heart. There are the reassuring breaths beneath your skin as your palms slide over him, moving to his shoulders, remembering. Your touch eases along his arms, kneading and unraveling knots of tension. In no time at all his body feels heavier against you, his head lolls to one side. “Is this good?” you ask. 

“Ná...” he coos, hands skimming along your thighs in the water. 

You settle in your shared silence for a while. It is always like this; you’ve gotten used to it by now.

“Do they rankle?…” you ask after some time. 

No answer, and with his face turned away, you wonder if he’s actually fallen asleep.

“What is it you are asking?” 

You bite on your lip. You dare not ask what he’d done, what he’d had to do all those times, and Glorfindel never spoke of it, for which you assume there are principled reasons. “The places. The people, the memories.”

He sighs as you take his left hand in both of yours and gently press along its length. Your chin rests on the crown of his head. He wrote to you often during those first months away, but his letters only ever covered mundane topics, mentioning nothing else; and you, you never asked but always wished you had.

“Estel does what he must,” Glorfindel says. “There will be yet more unrest before his rule is settled.” He turns his head, his cheek pressed to your naked breast, murmuring: “He will call his banners again come autumn.”

Your hands freeze for a breath before resuming their task.

“I am not going.”

Pure, unmatched relief. “How so?” you ask weakly.

Glorfindel is silent for a long while. You keep to your pleasant toil, lifting his other hand, massaging his palm, circling his knuckles with slow movements.

“The nights...” He gently stirs, rises and turns to face you, his wet hair a deeper gold streaking down his chest, shining rivulets pouring from its tendrils. “The nights were the hardest.”

“How did you make do?” 

He brings you in, and cool air meets your skin as you stand in the bath together. “I thought of you,” Glorfindel says and lifts your wrist, pressing an open-mouthed kiss inside your palm. “Of this.” He lifts you easily in his arms.

The longing of ten long months breaks you like a wave crashing against the stones. Your head rests on his chest, eyes closed to the thrum within, and you soon feel the soft sheets beneath you—then him, trapping you with his body. His touch feels rougher now, prowling up your legs, around your waist, cupping your breasts. Harsh fingers, coarse from wielding deadly blades; now they wield you, strong and feverish on your skin. He grabs your chin and takes your mouth and though his kiss melts you it soon becomes painful, and drawing scarce breaths you break away, palms pressing against his chest.

In sudden clarity Glorfindel pauses; his weight is less on yours, his labored breathing hot on your neck as he hides his face into you. “Too much too soon… Forgive me.”

The last you want is a retreat. “No.” You need him back. “... I like it this way. I like you this way.” He takes his time, usually, but now this rush and the fervor and his febrile touch are in themselves a thrill leaving you powerless, hopeless with need.

The Elf slowly raises his head, smiling—he was always dangerous that way. The sun fades beyond the tall windows, dimming your surroundings to layers of twilight. His forehead rests on yours as you run a hand through his wet hair, feel the tip of an ear. His arm reaches under you, locks around your middle, his other hand cupping your head. Soft lips press to your ear. “I want inside you.”

A violent shiver races through your every nerve, where you crave him to the point of breaking apart. Before you can speak he reaches to feel you, wetting his fingers on your slick, and you cannot stifle your moan in time. “It seems you do as well,” he adds, sounding so very pleased.

“I missed you,” you choke and with a graceful arch of his back you feel him, the head of his arousal hard against your mound. With a shift of his hips, he finds you; his breath catches, and you gasp. Pleasurable flickers arrow up your body and your hand runs down fine skin, settling on firm muscle, leading him deeper, reveling in the irate rhythm of his heart against yours. He slips halfway in, hips swaying left and right, stretching you a little, attuning to your sighs, his kiss soft and tender.

“You cannot imagine the things I’d do to you,” Glorfindel whispers. “But slowly,” he rises propped on his arms, and the first long, unhurried thrust proves his intent. Your trembling thighs clench around him, your palms frantic down his chest, and you look to where your bodies are joined before your head falls sharply back against the pillows from another thrust. He leans over you, mouth alighting on your chin, movements building to a pace. 

You taste the sun on him. He breaks away to glance at you briefly before his lashes flutter closed, a slight frown on his face; his thrusts follow your moans, stopping each time moments before you peak to steal a kiss, to nip at your skin. You raise your hips, changing the angle as a firm hand to your shoulder holds you down. You’re seldom in your right mind in these moments, and he’s learned to read you so well—every sigh, every breath and moan and what they mean, what they beg for.

Suddenly Glorfindel lifts you to him, turning with you both until you straddle him and he’s on his back, hands on your hips; thrusting upward once, twice, again and again, his unyielding grasp anchored in your flesh as you ride him to oblivion, moaning shamelessly into his smile. He takes over when you tire, ceasing only when you arch your back drowning in shudders of delight, shivering and falling over him, panting and stunned by the scent of heated skin.

His slow teasing resumes, his hands running soothingly along your back. “Took you longer than I recall,” Glorfindel whispers breathlessly, settling into languid movements, grinning through his abandon.

You hide your face in the crook of his neck. “Too much for you, my lord Glorfindel?” In the gloom, you kiss his cheek, lick his lips, suck on his playful tongue.

A low rumble rises in his throat, his hand drifting to your lower back. “Have a care,” he warns, and you feel him pulsing inside you, hard and unspent. “The night is still young.”

“Unlike you—”

Your teasing ends in a yelp when your world shifts and tilts, and you’re trapped beneath him again. You gaze up at a soft smile, in contrast to the fiendish light in his eyes. “Remember,” Glorfindel murmurs against your lips, a thumb caressing your temple, “You started this.”

*terms in Elvish (Q) from realelvish.net

[elfy-elf-imagines]

▹ Masterlist .ೃ࿐

☾ Prompt List | Askbox ☽

Legolas:

- Elven Instinct - Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind - Epiphany - Courting a Human (Headcanons) - Fear of the Future - Adventurer from Earth (Headcanons) - First Kiss 

Maedhros: 

- Out of the Woods - Don’t Leave Me - Don’t Care If You Leave - Stop Pretending - Jealous - Light in the Dark - Jealous Headcanons

Finrod:

- I’m pregnant - You Come and Wake Me Up at 4am, To Cuddle - Finrod x Pregnant!reader (Headcanons) - Used to Be Mine | Part 2  - Choose Me

Thranduil: 

- Tolerate It - To Meet Under the Stars - In the Fields of Poppy - Same Spirit, Different Body - Too Late - Begin Again

Meludir:

- Don’t Cry - Small Surprises  - You Wake Me Up to Cuddle

Elladan:

- Champagne Problems | Part 2

 Glorfindel: 

- Lovely to be Rained on with You - Is that my Shirt? (Drabble) - Not so Hopeless (Drabble) - You’re Mine and I Don’t Share (Drabble) - To Lose is to Die

Haldir:

 - Please Don’t Cry. I Can’t Stand to See You Cry (Drabble) - Stop Biting that Fucking Lip (Drabble) - Meeting Haldir (Headcanons) - Rewrite the Stars 

Lindir: 

- Being in Love (Headcanons) - The Fickleness of Mortals - Return to Me | Part 2

Orophin:

- General Headcanons - Bite Me - Cruel Summer 

Erestor: 

- High Fever

[emyn-arnens]

@the-old-fashioned-girl replied to your post “WIP Titles Game”:

Bilbo & Glorfindel? I'd love to read that one :)

​Thanks for asking! This is a oneshot set right after Frodo comes to Rivendell in FOTR, before he's woken up yet. I don't have much written yet, but here's a snippet:

“And Elrond won’t tell me a thing except to not put my nose where it doesn’t belong, and to let Frodo heal without causing him any more excitement than he’s already had,” Bilbo exclaimed. “Pah! As if the boy wouldn’t benefit from seeing the face of someone he knows.” He shook his head and thumped his walking stick in frustration. Glorfindel walked in thoughtful silence for a moment, and in the conversation’s lull, the rushing of the distant waterfall filled the silence. The golden light of the setting sun filtered through the crowns of the trees above and dappled the pathway before them. “Frodo is strong, stronger than he knows,” Glorfindel said at last. “But it has taken all of his strength to endure his injury.” “You are measuring your words. I have known you long enough to know when you are not telling me everything.” Bilbo peered up at the Elf walking beside him. “Don’t deny it.”  He studied Glorfindel, whose features remained inscrutable. Even after living among Elves for the past sixteen years, they were difficult to read. But he knew Glorfindel. He had sat with him in the library for many mornings and afternoons, poring over accounts of the First Age. Glorfindel would offer his perspective of the events, and he would correct inaccuracies in Bilbo’s work and help him with the wording of his poems. Bilbo knew him better than any other Elf in Rivendell, except for Elrond. And so Bilbo knew that his friend was loath to admit how desperate the situation must truly be.

I headcanon that Bilbo and Glorfindel become fast friends during Bilbo's time in Rivendell, and that they often spend time together when Elrond is occupied with his duties as the Lord of Rivendell. <3

[lamemaster]

Masterlist (09/08/2022)

Rules For Requests

The Silmarillion

Multi-Chapter Fic

Beginning of the End - Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

And the Time Stopped - Chapter 1

I Dropped College to Become a Dark Lord

Melodies of Love- Part 1 | Part 2 ** (Melkor's child)

The Curse of Bloodlines (Thranduil x Reader) Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Epilogue |

Terms of Loving You - (Maedhros x Teleri Reader) Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

A Dismembered Memory- (Eru x Reader) Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3|

Echoing Silence | Promo |

The Glorious One | Vilomah (Maedhros x Reader)

The Soulless One | Part 2 (Maedhros x Reader)

Songs of Heart (Fingon x Reader x Turgon) Fall | Winter | Spring | Summer|

Drabbles and Oneshots

Love Like Dandelions (Maglor x Reader)

The Regrets That Linger (Maglor x Reader)

Pages Torn (Celegorm x Reader)

Heartful of Love (Maedhros x Reader)

Blinded by love (Glorfindel x Reader)

All in Vain (Feanorian of choice x Reader)

The Secret of Men(Finrod x Reader)

A Deceitful Peace (Glorfinel x Reader)

Does the Flame Envy the Moth? (Finrod x Reader)

Atlas' Burden (Ulmo)

Love That Writes My Doom (Eonwe x Maia Reader)

Burden of Souls (Turgon and Fingon)

To Reminisce (Fingon x Teleri Reader)

Of the Song Unheard (Celebrimbor x Reader)

The Regrets That Linger(Maglor x Reader)

11 Wishes of Love(Celegorm x Reader)

11 Ways to Hug the King of Nargothrond(Finrod x Human Reader)

To Be Loved by the Secondborn (Finrod)

Daughter-in-law of Feanorian Household(Maedhros x Reader)

Subject of Faith(Sauron x Reader)

Reciprocity of Forgiveness(Maeglinx Reader)

Made of Dreams(Gwindor x Maia Reader)

Nerdanel's Brother (Nerdanel & Brother Reader)

A Part of Mine (Maedhros x Modern Reader)

All of My Names(Maglor x Modern Reader)

Matters of Stamina (Glorfindel x Reader)

Pits of Joy (Finrod x Reader)

Become My Heartache (Finrod x Reader)

The fucking elf of my dreams (Finrod x Reader)

Love her, not me (Finrod x Reader)

A Knight For Rescue (Fingon x Reader)

A Riceball ( Maedhros and Child Reader)

Cannot Not Love (Maglor x Reader)

Conspiring Universe (Curufin x Reader)

Maedhros With a Writer S/O (Maedhros x Reader)

Maedhros with a Singer S/O (Maedhros x Reader)

Let's Not Get Married (Fingon x Reader)

The Judge of Fates (Celebrimbor x Reader)

Ways to Coax Your Beloved (Glorfindel x Reader)

Glimpse of You (Maedhros x Reader)

The Tale of Leren and Buthien (Rog x Reader)

In Sickness and in Health (Celegorm x Reader)

Ecthellion's Sister Reader

My Personal Brand of Annoyance (Celegorm x Reader)

Nerdanel (I LOVE her)

Nerdanel's Favorite Daughter-in-Law

Nerdanel's Brother (Nerdanel & Brother Reader)

Call Me Mommy

Brooding

Kinship of Men and Elves

My Thoughts on Indis

Mama, I'm in Love with a Criminal (Celegorm's redemption)

Manwe Did Nothing Wrong (fight me)

Elves and Middle Earth

Dangweth Pengolod

Men of Arda

Reactions/Headcanons

Elves Reaction to Mythical S/O

Elves with South Asian Reader

Men Reacting to Meeting Elves for the First Time

Men Reacting to Elven Names Given to Them

The Silmarillion Elves Finding My Mutual's Blog

Elves with morosexual tendencies

My Ao3

What in the Hell is Happening Event

[autumnshighlady]

NAVIGATION

Introduction:

Hey everyone! You can call me Amara, and this is my fic blog! I’ve been writing since I was 14 (am 22 now) but this is the first time I’ve ever posted anything! I mostly write oneshots, but may publish a few long fics here and there! I also love writing headcanons and drabbles. Primarily, my writing consists of character x reader, but I will very occasionally write character x character. I enjoy getting asks so come chat anytime! Please read the rules before requesting anything :)

MASTERLIST 

Fandoms I’ll write for:

A Court of Thorns and Roses

Throne of Glass

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Tolkien Universe

Chicago Fire

Characters I mainly write for [I will write others, these are just the main ones]:

ACOTAR

Nesta Archeron

Eris Vanserra

Azriel

Lucien Vanserra

Emerie

Gwyn

Feyre Archeron

ToG

Aelin Galathynius

Rowan Whitethorn

Manon Blackbeak

Dorian Havilliard

Gavriel

Lorcan

Elide

Lysandra

MCU

Loki Laufeyson

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Natasha Romanoff

Matt Murdock

Carol Danvers

Wanda Maximoff

Tony Stark

Thor

Valkyrie

Tolkien

Thranduil

Aragorn

Galadriel

Elrond

Maedhros

Feanor

Celegorm

Maglor 

Fingolfin

Fingon

Ecthelion

Glorfindel

Sauron

Melkor

Finrod

Chicago Fire

Stella Kidd

Kelly Severide

Characters I will NOT write for:

ACOTAR:

people like Amaranthe, Ianthe, Beron, etc.

Amren

Rhysand

ToG:

Arrobyn

MCU:

Peter Parker

Sharon and Peggy Carter

Clint Barton

Tolkien:

Maeglin

Eol

Ambarussa

Celeborn

Chicago Fire:

Sylvie Brett

Matt Casey

RULES

I will write smut, but I will not write for the following: pregnancy tropes, CNC, breeding kink, depression/SH/ED/suicide, abuse/rape/torture

please do not ask me why I will not write certain characters, I have my reasons and would not like to start drama by stating those reasons

keep your requests within the fandoms listed

there are character’s I’m more likely to write than others, if you’re unsure just ask!

do not repost, translate, or reproduce anything without asking me first

if you’re under 18, please be aware I do write NSFW - I’d rather minors not be on my blog but obviously I have no way or knowing or controlling it

if you want to give feedback keep in mind I am fragile haha, just don’t be harsh about it please!

I will not write with anyone’s oc’s but my own, which will rarely happen as I mostly do x reader

[runawaymun]

1 for the fic writer asks - I’ve got loads of your fics on my tbr but I’ve never actually read any!

Questions for Fic Writers

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

Hands down, it's got to be And the Stars Shine the Same - though that's rather long to be an introduction! But I think it represents my work best. It's got a bit of everything: original characters, hurt/comfort, found family, trauma processing and recovery, battle scenes, a b-plot that got too big for its britches, Celrond & peredhil fam, Maglor... Elrond. Worldbuilding, worldbuilding, worldbuilding. Eldritch peredhil. Songs of Power. Like honest-to-god everything that makes up my weird little mosaic of how I interpret Tolkien and Elrond, especially, is crammed in there. And I consider it to be one of my best pieces I've composed to-date, including original work. It was truly an exploratory labor of love and I think that really comes through in the writing! And because it contains so many canon characters (either directly showing up on the page or mentioned/explored in prose), I think it offers a good birds'-eye view on what you can expect from my character portrayals across the board. I've got Elrond and the Peredhil fam, obviously, but there's Glorfindel and Erestor, Lindir, Maglor, Galadriel, Thranduil, and lots of mentioned Maedhros, Elwing, and Earendil, as well! So...yeah, overall if you're up to handling a longfic I think that's the one is truly the best sample of my work.

But if you want something short (totally understandable aldsgh) I think I'd recommend Playing Hooky -- which is just a Dadrond + tiny Estel oneshot. Wholesome, gen-focused, and Elrond being Elrond.

[why-what-no]

Glorfindel Masterlist

Fandom: Tolkien - The Silmarillion

Headcanons:

None Yet

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Oneshots & Imagines:

To Be With You

(Glorfindel meets a human who was reborn just like he was) (x Genderfluid Reborn Human!Reader)

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