#glorfindel x ecthelion x reader

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Whispers

Fotfictober Prompts: 20 - Whispers

Summery: Whispers Spread around Gondolin about an unlikley couple

Characters: Egalmoth, Maeglin, Idril, Turgon, Glorfindel, Ecthelion, Reader, [OC] Eirian, Galdor, Finrod

Pairing(s): Glorfindel x Reader x Ecthelion, Duilin x Egalmoth, Galdor x Eirian

Warnings: Non

You sighed as you saw the blond oaf half run and half skip to you "Y/n, Y/n, Y/n" Glorfindel called you waited for him to get to you.

"A little birdy told me something" Glorfindel said putting his arms around you, you raised an eyebrow in questioning as you held his arm.

"By little birdy i assume you mean the magpie which is Egalmoth, what did he tell you this time" you questioned

"Oh my god, it's took good to keep a secret, I'll tell you when we find our WaterMeleth" Glorfindel said pulling you to find Ecthelion you ran into Idril and Maeglin on the way

"You look like you have something intresting to tell Lord Glorfindel pray please tell" Idril said

"A little birdy told me, a unlikely couple got together" Glorfindel said pulling you closer as he leaned into the two Idril raised a brow in fascination

"Shhh because Magpie told me not to tell anyone" Glorfindel said

"Don't tell anyone what" Ecthelion questioned sticking his head in the circle

"What are you lot doing this time" Turgon asked

"They do this normally, and i thought my Lords were weird" Finrod said

"Shut the entirety of the race of men and dwarves have a crush on you" You shot to the blond

"How rude" Finrod said Glorfindel gestured everyone in

"Eirian and Galdor are a couple" Glorfindel whispered

"Well that was anti climatic, everyone knew that they don't exactly hid that fact" Idril said

"What" Glorfindel said

"Yeah, I saw them kissing in the wisteria just this morning" You said

"I think you were the only one not to know that bud, I live in Nargothrond and even I know that drama" Finrod said

"Am I always the last to know" Glorfindel said

"Hate to admit it but yes, mostly because you always blurt it out to the first person you see" Ecthelion said as you had gone into his arms now holding a down beaten Glorfindel

"Did you know we're dating, you were one of the first people to know that" you said smiling to Glorfindel

"Ofcourse I know that I asked you both" Glorfindel said

"Hmm I have to remind myself on a daily basis, I just look at you and i'm like oh i'm courting him, wait i'm courting him, how the hell am i courting him of all people, and him" You said Ecthelion chuckled placing a kiss to the side of your head

"You also were one of the first people who knew Egalmoth and Duilin where courting admittedly it's how we found out not to trust you with secrets but still" Maeglin said

Elvish Translations:

Meleth - Love

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Lords of Gondolin | With A Musician Reader

Request: hi mina how have you been? i hope you’re doing ok c: i was wondering if you’d write a scenario about human!reader showing off her greatest musical creation to the elves? it’s a piano they’ve spent a decade workshopping & building to perfection. readers also made middle earth versions of the upright bass, acoustic guitar, & cello. they plan on making more instruments cause it’s their passion and how they want to be remembered by. for the lords of gondolin - @dicksoutformtl

A/N: I’m doing just fine! It was fun writing this request know that all of them would be impressed at reader’s craftsmanship. Enjoy!

.𑁍༊˚ Galdor

Galdor is thoroughly impressed by your craftsmanship in creating new and improved versions of some of the instruments they already have while crafting newly discovered pieces as well.

He would have known you were into the musical arts, hence why you were always playing or composing a new piece every few weeks. However, what he had never suspected was a entire batch of new instruments being presented to him.

He is enthralled and eager. While some instruments may not be a favourite to his ear due to the sounds they emit, you can bet he’s informing you of some upcoming festival where you can show off your creative talents.

Galdor is a proud elf Lord who would happily talk about what you’ve created to the others and recommend you to the King to play your pieces at balls. He wants everyone to be aware that you’ve made inventions and they’re groundbreaking.

There are moments when he’d sit around and listen as you explain to him how you created each piece and the inspiration behind them or watch as you play songs on them.

It touches him when he becomes aware of the purpose of your collection of paper in the corner of your room. They were all songs written to be played on these instruments about how much you like or care about him. He’s touched and appreciative.

.𑁍༊˚ Ecthelion

The musical master is too stunned to speak as he enters your humble abode and notices all the new “classical” instruments lying about. Ecthelion’s curiosity gets the better of him and he can’t help but strum the strings of the bass and cello, or press the keys on the piano and gasp at the new pitch echoing.

He becomes aware that these are not instruments that exist in Middle Earth and bombard you with a million questions. “How did you make this?” “Where did your idea come from?” “What inspired you?” “Who are you really?”

Ecthelion probably assumes that you’re not normal to come up with all these instruments since the Valar would have created their instruments for them…so are you a Maiar or Valar in disguise?

You will be followed around until you answer all of his questions with responses that tickle his brain the right way. And be prepared for him to request if you two can now play duets at festivals and balls. He wants you to be the musician couple.

Ecthelion will show you off, more than Galdor and some of the others because he’s proud and wants everyone to know how talented you are. He doesn’t care if the other Lords comments that you’re more talented than him, he would simply acknowledge and say, “Yes!”

And not to forget, he’s making sure that your name gets recorded in the history books as an important figure in music. He’s even more proud when he realises that you’ve outdone musical protégé like Maglor and Daeron.

.𑁍༊˚ Glorfindel

There is not a person without a ten-mile radius who hasn’t been alerted by him of your musical genius abilities. Even Lord Elrond would be shaken aggressively as he is being told about your creation. “Y/N has reinvented the world of music! There is no one as great as them!”

Goodbye Lindir or Ecthelion, hello to Y/N, the new musical protégé of Gondolin or Imladris. Get used to being announced at dinners or balls to play your newest pieces and having Glorfindel looking like a proud dad (if he had a camera, his look would be completed).

Anytime you’re making a trip to your music room, don’t go without Glorfindel or else he’ll barge in all grumpy, complaining that you forgot him. He wants to be present at each new masterpiece you’re making, whether it be a new instrument or song. He likes watching the look of concentration as you play each piece to conclude which suits the song best.

Be noted that he’s curious, so he is bound to touch the piano or cello and gasp as the notes ring out. I can see him being drawn towards the guitar and requesting that you teach him. I don’t know, but Glorfindel playing the guitar suits him (idk if it’s just me).

Cue Glorfindel wanting to join you whenever you’re playing and the guitar can be included. He’ll happily sit beside you and strum away lightly while you play the piano or violin.

Like Ecthelion, be prepared to be announced/talked about by Glorfindel any chance he gets. He’s not rubbing it in anyone’s face, simply expressing how proud he is of his little human creating instruments that “change everything”.

.𑁍༊˚ Egalmoth

Most proud of them all, however, he’s torn between wanting the world to learn about your skills and also keeping them hidden so he alone can know this secret and cherish it.

A bit stingy sharing your talents with the rest of the world because they should be for him to enjoy and praise. He does complain when people don’t praise you enough and encourages them to be louder.

I don’t see anyone surpassing him in terms of being the biggest cheerleader. This elf considers himself blessed to be around such a gifted person (you’re more gifted than his friends in his eyes). You’re a miracle worker creating new instruments unheard of or reinventing old ones.

He wants to learn about your pieces even though he doesn’t know about music deeply, he would to be told everything. Don’t worry if it sounds all foreign to him, he’s understanding.

Egalmoth would inquire if you would like more materials to make more instruments because he understands that it’s your passion. He would even ask if you would like to open up a school to teach others.

Like the others, he would request that you play at dinners when the Lords come over or if the King is hosting a dinner party. Might get annoyed if someone wants to collaborate with you because you sound great on your own.

.𑁍༊˚ Rog

This craftsman is enthralled, amazed, excited, and proud of your creation. You made these instruments all on your own! Rog cannot cease talking about how you designed and crafted all the instruments by yourself. This is one of the rare moments when he's talkative nonstop.

You’ve got one of the great blacksmiths hooked on your inventions and wants to know the process you took to create each piece. He’ll be teary if you mention that you used some of his instructions during his days of teaching you basic material crafting.

Learning more and more that everything was done on your own and you spent years making each puts a type of ride in his heart that’s unshakable. If you show him how each piece is played, Rog finds himself whipped and ready to boast.

It’s strange seeing the quiet blacksmith boasting and talkative, and it’s for good reasons, you. All the Lords know, the citizens know and the King as well. Very soon, you’ll be having a hearing with the King who was intrigued by your new inventions courtesy of Rog cheerful chattering.

Rog doesn’t mind whether you choose to play privately or publicly, the choice is yours and he’s pleased with either decision. He wants you to be comfortable, but he would ask if you could play him a piece so he could experience the beauty of your creations.

.𑁍༊˚ Maeglin

Curiosity caught his attention for a great purpose and it led him to discover new things worthwhile. Maeglin is enamoured and his curiosity is piqued tenfold. Questions rattle off the top of his head about all that he’s seeing and how did you manage to think about creating these pieces.

You’ll be seen as someone highly skilled and great in his eyes because you’re out here reinventing the world of music, something the elves are passionately known for.

“Can I come to watch?” “Can I sit and listen?” “Will you play for others to see what you’ve made?” He will stand in the doorway as you play your pieces and write songs suited best for each with a sense of pride in his chest. You’re a part of his House and creating all these great inventions to make a name for yourself. How could he not be pleased?

Definitely another one who would recommend you to the King to present your showstopping performances during balls. Whether you play with the orchestra or sole, Maeglin is supportive.

You’re Maeglin little songbird who he wakes up to playing your piano or guitar on the balcony or in the drawing room. You provide him with melodies that allow him to melt in and drive his tension away.

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Elves Reaction to a Mythical S/O

Request: I saw the “ Feel free to request “ in the bio and I wanted to ask if you could write something like a Mermaid!Reader Or Fairy!Reader headcanons with Maedhros Celegorm Caranthir Glorfindel and Ecthelion? I would appreciate it <3

Characters: Maedhros, Celegorm, Caranthir, Glorfindel, Ecthellion

AN: Took some creative liberty with some of these but I hope you still like them. Also, the way I got carried away with Celegorm is not real. I hope you like it and thanks for requesting this! (Divider by @cafekitsune)

Celegorm- Celegorm lay wounded, his lifeblood seeping into the quiet forests of Beleriand. Beside him, Dior's lifeless form grew cold, devoid of the light that once animated it. As he awaited his inevitable end, Celegorm allowed himself a moment to embrace the surroundings. The scent of damp earth, the gentle rustle of leaves in the air, and the murmurs of the horrified trees—all of it reached his senses, and even in his pain, he found solace in these simple pleasures. He dared not contemplate his fate, for whatever awaited him was yet unknown. Suddenly, a subtle thrum of activity surrounded him, a buzz that reverberated through the forest. Even the trees whispered a name he couldn't grasp. And then he smelled it—the sweet, cloying scent of decay. It was reminiscent of rotting grapes, withering to produce wine, or overripe fruits dissolving into the soil. "Oh, look what they left us this time—one still alive," your voice chimed like a symphony of bells in Celegorm's pain-addled mind. From his blurred vision, Celegorm observed as flowers bloomed beneath your every step. And then, you stopped right in front of him. "Help," he managed to croak, and you laughed. Mirroring your laughter, Celegorm felt a surge of mirth course through him, even as his blood continued to flow excessively. "Ah, my pet," you crouched down, and Celegorm instinctively leaned into your touch as your fingers grazed his cheek. "Should I truly save you?" You tilted your head innocently, your silver-hued skin shimmering in the dappled sunlight. A crown adorned with sapphires rested upon your head, complementing the brilliance of your sparkling eyes. "Think carefully," you whispered with a playful smile on your lips, and Celegorm became captivated by their allure. "A bargain with the fae is no trivial matter." As a sharp pain invaded his mind and body, Celegorm's gaze lost focus. Your talons, sharp and unyielding, grasped his wound, prying it open further. Despite the agony coursing through him, Celegorm found himself nodding, his voice barely a plea, "Please…". “Alright, then elf,” in seconds the wound that you had pried open closes and Celegorm stares in disbelief as his skin stitches itself back together under your touch. By the time you are done, there rests a brand where Dior’s sword had once impaled him. Your brand on him.

Ecthellion- Long ago, in the Ages of the Trees, Ecthelion had felt the weight of the ocean, a burden he carries with him even now. However, it is not the brine of the ocean that floods his lungs, but the water of his own fountain, leaving him gasping for breath. The misery he experiences now seems more profound than the incident of his childhood. Back then, he held onto hope that someone would come to his rescue, and indeed, you had come. Through the darkness, you swam with your shimmering green tail, and in your arms, you cradled a young Ecthelion. That single act had been enough to ignite his fascination with Alqualondë, drawing him to its shores in search of glimpses of you, the mermaid familiar with the Teleri's realm. Admiration had blossomed into love as Ecthelion fell for his savior. But now… hope has faded. Ecthelion finds it harder to believe in the possibility of a rescue as he drowns in the shallow waters, mere feet from the depths of the ocean. The day he departed the bloodied shores, he shattered any chance of your care. He knows you would not spare a thought for one who sided with the kinslayers. “I wish I had left you…I wish I hadn’t saved you,” the echoes of your final words haunt his ears, replaying over and over as he envisions your tear-stricken figure on the ravaged shores. Even as he draws in the water, he feels his own tears mingling with it, his heart heavy with regret.

Caranthir- Caranthir sighed in frustration as the thread snapped once again, the fifth time within the last two minutes. "Will you please stop already?" he exclaimed, giving up on the futile game of searching for the elusive cause of his thread's constant breaking. Finally, he looked up towards the branch where you sat, a mischievous grin playing on your lips. "Oh, me?" you replied, feigning an expression of shock, vigorously shaking your head. "How could I have possibly done anything from wayyyy up here?" Your playful act may have fooled others, but Caranthir, after years of knowing you, remained unconvinced. Caranthir's frustration simmered as he contemplated your mischievous presence on the branch above. His impulse to chuck a rock at you was quickly suppressed, knowing it wouldn't deter your playful nature. But you weren't oblivious to his internal struggle. With a dramatic flourish, you folded your wings, mocking innocence evident in your eyes. "Oh, look at you," you taunted, your voice carrying a blend of seriousness and amusement. "What did a poor, dainty little fairy do to you? I hope all your needles break and all your threads end up in a tangle." Despite the biting nature of your words, a glimmer of mirth danced in your gaze. Tired of your antics, Caranthir abandoned his position and began to make his way back. But before he could take more than a couple of steps, he felt a familiar weight land upon his back. Your arms encircled him, and your head rested gently on his shoulder. His hands instinctively moved to support your legs, preventing any chance of you slipping. "Forgive me," you whispered softly, your fingers idly playing with his braids. Caranthir didn't utter a single word in response, but the way he his hands securely supported your legs on each side spoke volumes.

Maedhros- Maedhros found himself engulfed in a sea of grief, his heart heavy as he watched his father burn the ships that were meant to aid their kin. The weight of witnessing his father's gradual descent into darkness, coupled with the burden of blood and oath, had taken its toll on Maedhros. The shores were ablaze with the burning remnants of the ships, and amidst the chaos, he discovered you. Your countenance was hidden beneath the veil of long, flowing hair, but one striking feature remained exposed—a majestic teal tail that identified you as a creature of the sea. Lying on the shore, your body bore the scars of burns, rendering you unconscious and vulnerable. Drawn by an invisible force, Maedhros knelt beside you, gently parting the strands of hair that obscured your face. In that moment, he couldn't discern whether it was love or lust that gripped his heart, but he found himself rooted to the spot, unable to tear his gaze away from you. As he pulled you from the water, your tail transformed into naked legs, signifying a profound change and a bridge between worlds. Draping his cloak over your form, Maedhros carried you to the sanctuary of his tent. With tender and feather-soft touches, he applied a healing paste to your wounds, his eyes fixated on your closed eyes. In that intimate exchange, he felt an indescribable connection. You belonged to him, bound together in mind, heart, and soul, intertwining with his own unguarded being. When the following morning arrived, you awakened, your memories of the past washed away like wet ink fading on a page. A new dawn emerged, and the eldest Feanorian rejoiced. For in your rebirth, he saw an opportunity to offer himself to you completely. The sea had dared to separate him from his home, his mother, his people and so he took away something precious from it. Something he keeps a secret even as he hangs from the cliff of Thangodrim. You are to him as the Silmarils were to Feanor. Even in death, Maedhros' spirit would follow you as you traversed the world, your past forgotten in the depths of ages long gone. You were his eternal companion, a tether to a forgotten era, forever intertwined in the tapestry of destiny.

Glorfindel- "Do you truly think Asfaloth's bells are better than mine?" you ask, your figure delicately balanced on the balcony as you fix a piercing glare upon Glorfindel. He finds himself in a predicament he never anticipated, caught off guard by your sudden confrontation. "It's not a matter of comparison, really," the Balrog slayer tries to deflect, hoping to avoid further conflict. However, you refuse to let him off the hook so easily. "Oh, really? Because if I recall correctly, your past romantic odes were filled with praise for the sweet chimes of my own bells, not those on Asfaloth," you remark, plucking at the tinkling bells adorning your anklet to emphasize your point. "These bells carry the essence of my magic, and yet, you hesitated. You faltered at Elohir's foolish question." Glorfindel winces, inwardly cursing Elrond's son for inadvertently causing this current predicament. Stepping closer to you, he channels his sweetest voice, accompanied by a subtle loosening of the top buttons of his shirt. "Melda," Glorfindel begins, his voice tender and sincere, "there is truly no comparison. Even Asfaloth's bells were born out of the days when I pined for you." He gazes into your eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips, as you instinctively reach out and fiddle with the buttons of his shirt." Is that true?" you inquire, a hint of vulnerability lacing your voice. Glorfindel nods, relief washing over him. Crisis Averted for now. He would make sure to apologize to Asfaloth tomorrow.

[mur4sak1]

What would elves do if you spilled a drink on your dress?

A/N:Hi everyone, this is my first headcanon, I really hope you like it.<3 This idea came to my mind by casually reading other headanons but I think it could be nice and original, in short, something different! (English is not my first language but I hope I wrote in the best way).

Situation: We are at an important party full of elves in a large decorated hall. You accidentally spilled the drink on yourself and you don't know what to do but your elves help you to deal with the situation.

Glorfindel=the blond elf would be the first to notice and he was about to laugh when your expression of sadness and fear about the judgment of others changed his expression. He took a drink off the table, came over to you quickly and spilled it all over himself to make it look like it was his fault: “sorry honey,” he said with a smirk. He turned to the elves he was talking with, saying he would take you to another place to change. Once you get away from everyone, you would both laugh together and realize how lucky you are to have him.

Ecthelion= You had just spilled your drink because of a high elf, who had bumped into you; compared to everyone you were quite short and you were sure that sooner or later someone would have bumped into you but you didn't think it could get you into that mess. Echtelion, who was talking to Duilin turned to ask you if you wanted something to eat but as soon as he saw you in that situation he took off the blue cloak he had around his shoulders and used it to cover you. Then he walked with you to the nearest bathroom so he could help you fix that. "I can't leave you alone for a second". His fake angry voice drove you crazy. You approached him and gave him a kiss on the nose. The elf immediately blushed but continued to clean your dress carefully.

Maedhros= oh boy, this elf is gorgeous. As soon as he saw you wet in front of a whole group of high elves he blushed and immediately thought how pretty you looked trying to dry your dress with a handkerchief. You were so small compared to them that you looked like a helpless child. Fingon, who was with you two, brought him back to reality and invite him to do something to help you instead of standing there because he was starting to look like a maniac. After the embarrassment caused by his cousin, he took you to a room used by those who worked in the castle, sat you on a table and began to dry the fabric with a cloth very calmly. "You do not say anything?" you asked him. “What am I supposed to say,” he replied. "Why are you so red?". He hadn't realized it but he was still blushing from the episode that took place in the hall. He started using the cloth faster, so much so that you had to tell him to slow down or he would break your dress. You both started laughing and after a kiss you went back to the room, with Fingon's satisfied look near the drinks table.

Celegorm= let's be honest, Celegorm could easily laugh in front of everyone at the scene if he wasn't really in love with you, but I'm sure this elf's heart can be won too. In case you were the lucky one, he would have the opposite reaction: he would not try to throw all the attention on you but to act as if you didn't exist. He would look at the elves he was talking with and, after a laugh at the end of the speech, he would walk away taking you by the arm and making his way through the crowd. “You are incorrigible” he would tell you as you walked down a long corridor with irony. He tried to deny it but he loved this side of you

Galdor (warning: anxiety reader) = the sweetness made in person. As soon as he saw you anxious about the stain that had created on the dress he turned to you and asked in a low voice if everything was all right. At your positive answer he reassured himself and very calmly accompanied you away from everyone. The tranquility was only apparent because inside he was afraid you would feel sick with embarrassment; it was an important party and he knew how much you wanted to make a good impression in front of everyone. Once alone he helped you eliminate the stain and you stayed a while together talking about all the lords you had met making huge laughs that put your good mood back. Then you two went back to celebrating. Galdor was proud of you and how, despite your fears, you were able to face all those people head on.

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Y/N singing in the halls of mandos.

Y/N: OHHHHHHHHHH who drowned in his own fountain?

Glorfindel, pointing at Ecthelion: This. b!tch. right. here.

Ecthelion:

Ecthelion: Well at least I didn't die because of my hair.

Glorfindel:*gasps*

Y/N,hugging Glory: what the hell is wrong with you, you know he is very sensitive!

Glorfindel, nodding: hmm hmm

Ecthelion:

Ecthelion: I'd drown myself on purpose if I weren't dead already.

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May o request a fic for Ectheliom x Glorfindel x reader when she grew up homeless and is now studying at a school in Gondolin but lives in a tiny apartment. There’s like no furniture and no desk So reader does all the work sitting on the floor. They walk in after a bit of courting and are like: nope! You’re living with us! No excuses! Maybe they start crying at the living situation and reader has the confused Pokémon face? Thank you so much!

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characters ecthelion x glorfindel x female reader

fandom tolkien- the silmarillion

a/n hope you like it – she/her Pronouns used!

You tidied up your tiny apartment the best you could — your lovers would be here soon.

You ran a hand through your hair — stressed about the stubborn stain that won't come off the floor.

Maybe if you stood over it— would it miss their eyes?

Glorfindel the oblivious loveable oaf — would miss it.

It was your other lover you were worried about.

Ecthelion.

He was an ellon of pristine standards.

When they suggested to visit you tiny apartment — you were scared.

A few months into courting — and it was customary to invite the one you were courting to your home for tea.

You tried to push it out for as long as you could.

Worried the minute they saw your living condition — they would leave you.

You had cried yourself to sleep last night.

You had already visited their homes— Lords of high power and status.

They had everything — you were almost drooling over their aesthetic and artistic homes.

You wished you had marble floors and high ceiling— with a lot of extravagant and exquisite decorations.

But you had to be grateful with what you got.

Even if it meant — laying on the ground — or crouching over your stationary as you worked.

The knock on the door made you jump.

You sighed and made your way to the door.

Already giggling at the sound of Ecthelion scolding Glorfindel — for knocking on the door hard.

You quietly opened the small door— you were nervous.

You tried not to tap your feet so hard on the ground.

"Melda!"

Glorfindel bellowed and pulled your into a crushing hug.

"Would you let her breathe?"

Ecthelion grumbled — he quickly untangled your from Glorfindel's arms and kissed your hair.

"You look beautiful, meldanya. . ."

He whispered.

Glorfindel sneakily — pecked a kiss to Ecthelion's cheek.

You giggled and Glorfindel quickly send you a kiss too, when Ecthelion — with a little blush on his face — pulled away from you.

The small space suddenly made Ecthelion feel— . . .very crowded.

It was then— he looked around— suddenly alarmed.

You gulped seeing the horror in his eyes— you held back your tears of heartbreak.

Would they leave you now?— seeing how much a low class elleth you really were?

"Where are your furniture?"

Ecthelion looked at you — he looked puzzled and horrified.

You shrugged.

"Elenya. . .— this is how you live?" (My starlight).

You nodded at Glorfindel — biting back your lips from quivering.

"Why didn't you tell us?"

Ecthelion stressed— he grabbed your shoulders.

He looked alarmed and ashamed of himself.

"This is. . . — this is, how I always lived. . . — before Gondolin I had it worse. . ."

Both your lovers — were shocked at your answer.

"No!"

Ecthelion declared.

He looks at the lack of space and furnitire, splintered wood, and peeling wallpaper in disgust.

"You are no longer living here— no one deserves to live like this!"

"I agree with him— no one does deserve to live like this— unless you're Morgoth himseld and you're clearly not him, melda."

the anger and determination on Glorfindel's eyes surprised you.

He was always carefree and daring — in fact you had never seen Glorfindel look very stern like Ecthelion.

"It's really alright-"

"No, Y/N— I would allow you to live like this!"

"Let us provide for you!"

They said — leaving no room for argument.

"Where will I go?"

At that Glorfindel smirked — and Ecthelion had to roll his eyes at him— but he didn't rather not like the idea.

"You can move into either one of our houses — or there is small place the three of us can share. . ."

Ecthelion suggested — he hoped you would choose the latter.

"I would love that. . ."

You smiled.

He nodded looking around again— how could you not tell them?

Both Ecthelion and Glorfindel felt guilty — they thought you lived in a better establishment.

You didn't even have furniture and it broke their hearts.

All the exquisite work you did — you were on the ground doing them.

You back must be killing you.

They lived in luxury — while you lived in this damp.

They should have asked — they should have known.

It was disrespectful — how could they let live in this condition?

Without knowing — they failed at your lovers.

You had been courting for 11 months — they never thought to ask.

Ecthelion cleared his throat feeling his eyes wet — he suddenly felt so useless.

Glorfindel felt like he failed you.

You looked at them with a confused face— your beloved ellons looked ready to cry.

"We are sorry, elenya. . ."

"For what?"

"We should asked — it was selfish and foolish of us not to ask you. We lived in luxury— while you —our dearest, lived like this. . ."

Ecthelion vaguely gestured to the tiny apartment space.

You blinked in confusion.

"Thel. . . Glorf. . . My life isn't your fault. . .this is how I had to live. . . None of this is your fault. But now— it gave us an excuse to move in together."

Your loves nodded — and you quickly pulled them into a hug.

You wrapped your arms around them— and rubbed their backs comfortingly.

Your lovers felt like they failed— but they were wrong.

Instead they gave you a home— a place of safety and love.

It wouldn't be just four plain (crumbling) walls anymore —you would be with your lovers in care and in love.

They gave you the best thing possible — you felt blessed.

You had a home now. . .

They were your home now. . .

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Imagine being a mermaid and falling for Ecthelion

(Sorry that it took this long. I was having hard time deciding which elf to take for this exquisite request. Hope you like it,) 

Requested by anonymous

Warnings: Angst, mentions of drowning, dehydration, abandonment, starvation, near death experience, lack of voice, fluff, romance and more angst

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- It all happened quickly. 

-You were peacefully swimming under the sea of Helcaraxe, not bothering anyone. 

-The surface dwellers then arrived, walking upon the ice. 

- You watched them with curiosity, hearing voices and many footsteps. They couldn't see you, so you decided to follow them around. 

-You concluded from the language you heard that they were elves from Valinor. What were they doing so far from the blessed lands? 

-You then noticed the elves were going to cross through the frail ice, a trail with ice too weak to hold anything above the surface. 

-You tried to decide if you should warn them, but it happened quickly, and you saw many elves falling through the breaking ice. 

-You wanted to help somehow, so you used your powers to create an underwater stream to lift them back toward the surface and warm them from the cold. One of the elves was limb and couldn't swim up, so you swam up to them to help them.

-The elf has got paralyzed from cold, so you gently took hold of them, preventing them from going deeper into the freezing abyss, which would kill them. 

-You checked for signs if they were still alive, and luckily they were.

-You looked at the elf for a moment. It was a male elf with a pale complexion and hair darker than the abyss. You couldn't help but stare because he looked mesmerizing. 

-You then remembered he was cold, so you touched his face with your palm and warmed him up with light. 

-After a moment, he opened his eyes, and you saw a pair of beautiful blue eyes like blue gems of the sea. 

-They were beautiful, but then you remembered that he needed air or he would suffocate thanks to you, so you quickly swam him up toward the surface. 

-You helped him break through the surface but avoided being seen by his kin, who quickly helped him out of the freezing water. 

-You heard the golden-haired elf call him Ecthelion. It was a lovely name and sounded nice on your tongue. 

-Thanks to your magic, most elves recovered and continued their journey through the grinding ice. You decided to follow out of curiosity. 

-The elf, Ecthelion, had caught your attention. You were not sure why, but something about him fascinated you. 

-You wanted to see more of him. 

-You watched over him during their journey, watching and listening from the shadows of the water and ice. 

-It was then when you heard him sing and fell in love with his voice and how he played his flute to soothe his family and friends. It was like the sweetest sound you have ever heard, like a bird singing beside the glistening waters. 

-You did not realize you had interfered with something meaningful and that you should not have helped them. 

-You did not see it coming. The water suddenly took hold of you and took you away from Helcaraxe. It whipped you around, and you couldn't find control with your powers. It was like the whole sea suddenly turned against you. 

-You then hear the voices telling you what you did was wrong, and you will get punished for interfering. You were scared and confused, so you tried to call out and ask what you did wrong. 

-The water pushed you away, and it wasn’t long before your lungs suddenly started to fill with water. You were horrified to find out your quills were gone. You had no choice but to go to the surface to get air. 

-You had broken through the surface, coughing and crawling onto the beach. 

-When you got safe, you were horrified to see your tail dividing into a pair of legs, so you desperately tried to call out to the sea and know what you had done wrong. 

-You only tried to help elves in their direst need. Why are you being banished for it? 

-It turned out futile because the next thing you noticed was your lack of voice. Your voice was gone.

-You cried, trying to scream, but nothing came out, and the sea gave no answer or explanation for your sudden banishment from your home. 

-You couldn't do anything but cry in gruesome silence. 

-Two nights in a row till the sun and moon was born. You had quivered among the rocks, hidden from the creatures of the land and despairing of your punishment. 

-You were shivering with cold and hungry. You didn’t have anything but an old sail you managed to salvage from a shipwreck to keep you warm. 

-Walking proved to be a gruesome task. You couldn't find balance, and your new feet hurt like thousand needles were prickling you. The best you could do to move was crawl on your four through the sand and the rocks. 

-And the worst feeling yet. No one came for you. 

-You heard nothing from Osse, Uinen, or any other maiar of the sea. You didn’t hear the calls of your sisters even though you have been gone for a long time. Even Ulmo was silent. 

-No one came or even suspected a thing. Have you done something so horrible that you deserved to be abandoned by everyone? 

-No word or song could describe the pain and heartbreak you felt. 

-You sat there among the stone, hugging yourself. The starvation and lack of water finally got to you, and you couldn't keep yourself in touch with reality. What was the point? You have never been on the land. You knew nothing of it. 

-You have never walked before, and your feet hurt when you tried. You’ll be good as dead.

-It would have been nice if fate would have allowed you to hear Ecthelion’s voice and the music of his flute. It would have brought you some peace before you perished. 

-You were almost gone when you suddenly heard voices and saw shadows moving around the beach. You snapped back to reality when you heard them talking to you. They had found you and asked something you couldn't make out with your current state. 

-You would have tried to answer with something, but your strength finally failed, and you lost consciousness, falling into a dreamless sleep.  

-The next time, you woke up in a strange place, wearing clothes and bandages over your cuts and wounds caused by the time you survived on the beach. 

-You met the elves, who tried talking to you and asking about your predicament. 

-It was hard to say anything because you didn’t have a voice, so you tried to tell them some way that you could not speak. 

-They seemed to understand, which gave you relief, then you met Ecthelion again. 

-He came to check on you as he was one of the people who found you on that beach. It was a bit unsettling because you wanted to talk to him before, but now you couldn't, and you never really wanted to meet him like this. 

-He seemed to understand your situation and kindly offered a place for you among his people since you didn’t have anywhere else to go. You accepted the offer since it was a hard truth, and you saw a chance to interact with the one who stole your heart. 

-It was challenging to adapt since you couldn't properly walk. The elves brushed it off as one of your injuries. Even though it was strange that you seemed to have forgotten how to walk. 

-You didn’t dare to mention anything about being a mermaid since you were just an elleth without a voice or past. Maybe because your abandonment still hurts, so you tried to accept your new identity now. 

-In time, you managed to get the hang of it, and your feet didn’t hurt much as they did before. You managed to learn how to enjoy the feeling, and you couldn't help but admit running was kinda fun. 

-Ecthelion seemed to take some interest in you as you sometimes ran around and watched things with an awed expression like you were seeing things for the first time in your life. It was a strange sight, but he kind of enjoyed it. 

-You had such innocent curiosity. It made you feel even more mysterious and odd.

-He had a strange feeling about you like he had met you before, but he just couldn't point out where or when. 

-Talking to you was complicated at first since you couldn't talk. You understood what Ecthelion was saying, so that was easy, but trying to answer was challenging. The best you could answer questions was with a nod and a shake of your head. 

-Glorfindel, his enthusiastic friend, decided to help him communicate with you and bring you along to get closer since he seemed interested in the mysterious maiden of the shore. 

-Ecthelion felt embarrassed and, most of the time tried to prevent Glorfindel from bringing you into anything dramatic. 

-However, thanks to his blond friend, Ecthelion ended up growing a soft spot for you and enjoys spending time with you alone when he needs a break from the real world. 

-You didn’t talk much but enjoyed listening. You always had a soft smile whenever Ecthelion decided to play his instrument. It always filled him with content. 

-After settling down in Gondolin, you decided to stay in his house and decided to be a gardener as you found enjoyment with flowers and fruits. Their scent brought joy, and you often fed the swans and birds whenever they relaxed in Ecthelion’s fountains. 

-Dwelling around the fountains, playing, and dipping your feet in the water became a habit since it brought some comfort and eased the pain of your longing for your home. 

-You missed being able to swim through the seas and playing with the turtles and dolphins. You missed singing with your sisters and the warmth of your home. You missed being able to sing. 

-One thing that remained was that you can still do magic, but you hardly used it because it just brought the memory of the sea and your former life. 

-You missed the sea but couldn't bring yourself to forget what had happened and how you got abandoned for something you didn’t purposely do. 

-You learned what Ecthelion’s other kin had done, and since he and Glorfindel belonged to the same group, they also were banished from the blessed lands. 

-You were not supposed to interfere with them, which is why you got banished. However, you didn’t deem it fair because you didn’t know back then. 

-You couldn't bring yourself to blame Ecthelion and his kin because after living with them for so long, you learned to love them. At least they didn’t abandon you as willingly as your family did. 

-You and Ecthelion managed to get closer than before. You often spent time together at one of his fountains, where he often talked about things and sang while you listened with a smile. 

-Glorfindel sometimes invites you along with laughs and jokes while making Ecthelion embarrassed on many occasions. You enjoyed those occasions since Ecthelion was more open and relaxed than in the court, where he held an uptight and calm appearance. 

-You were not much into social events but couldn’t bring yourself to refuse whenever Ecthelion invited you as his date for the night. You always felt shy because your heart would pound faster than a horse, and since Glorfindel tended to start how you might be together, making it a bit embarrassing. 

-You were not together, to your sorrow, but you hoped it might change soon since you began to suspect Ecthelion might feel the same about you. 

-He sometimes showed a gentler attitude toward you than many others. He started giving you less vexing work and sometimes looked nervous around you. You even received a gift of two, things you once showed interest in but couldn't buy due to money. 

-He sometimes scolded you for suddenly jumping in or swimming in his fountains, but you never received a punishment. He did offer to make a private pool for you to swim around since you were more like a fish than a breathing elf. 

-He even brought you new seeds to plant in your garden. He said you might like them, so he got them for you, which made your heart beat like crazy. 

-You didn’t want to be straightforward, so you went to Glorfindel to confirm your suspicions. 

-You were ecstatic at the discovery and fought the urge to confess your feelings for Ecthelion right away since you have been in love with him for years. Your magic almost made bubbles fly with your emotions, and Glorfindel was laughing. He said it was about time. 

-It was a peaceful night, and the moon was out. Ecthelion has asked you to walk to the gardens with him. You were nervous but highly anticipated the moment. 

-You two stopped at a fountain, and Ecthelion started speaking about how things had changed and how he had changed before he then confessed having feelings and if you allowed him to court you. 

-A burst of emotions flared within you, almost sending you to tears, but you managed to hold it in and sign with your hands to tell him yes. 

-He smiled and brought you into a tender kiss. You poured all the love you had for him, and it felt like you felt his soul for the first time. It was warm, and you did not realize it had brought back what you had lost long ago. 

-You always had thoughts, but this time, you said beautiful with your voice. 

-It was a shock to you and Ecthelion. You were joyful beyond tears, and Ecthelion couldn't almost comprehend that you just spoke but found your voice beautiful none of less. 

-You couldn't hold it in, so you spoke to him for the first time in ages and told him the truth of your past. 

-Ecthelion was shocked to figure out you were a mermaid and the one who saved him from drowning that day, but he soon got it together and finally made sense why he felt so connected with you, especially when you held your warm palm against his face. 

-He did not feel angry about the reveal. He embraced you, and you two sang together under the star night. 

-You were happy. It was like the world was finally kind to you. 

-Glorfindel was shocked to hear you speak for the first time, but he celebrated none less. 

-Everything was well. You began singing in the gardens, bringing joy to those who heard your voice and the singing of the birds who sang with you. It had been hundreds of years, so of course, you couldn't keep quiet. 

-And with Ecthelion on your side, you couldn't be happier. 

-Until your past decided to come back as well. 

-It was another calm night. You waited for Ecthelion in the garden, softly humming a song he once wrote for you. 

-A shadow had risen from the depths of the fountain, then you heard someone calling your name. It was one of your sisters. 

-You were confused with her appearance. You knew some of the fountains were connected to underground rivers and waters, so your sister most likely used them to get inside the city, but why was she here? 

-You would have been happy to see her, but you could not brush off a feeling something was going to happen or something you would not like. 

-You talked with your sister for a moment, catching up after hundreds of years. It felt normal for a moment until she came up with an outrageous offer or an option, confirming all of your fears. 

“You…” You stared, stepping away from the fountain. “You can’t ask me such a thing!” You said, barely controlling your emotions. “Not after hundreds of years!” You stated with a loud tone. 

“(Name), we understood your banishment was a grave misunderstanding since you were not aware at that time of what the Noldor had done,” Your sister said, leaning against the edge of the fountain. “And yet, I was cast out without hesitation,” You said. “Do you have any idea what it was like?!” You asked. “I was forcefully taken away, forced to go on the land with legs I had never used before, and forced to remain silent, which felt like the rest of my life,” You said almost in tears when you remembered that day. “And no one told what I had done wrong to deserve it,” You added. 

“I almost died from cold and hunger. I could not find the strength to try to live because of the despair that forced me to go through,” You explained, then pointed. “These elves saved me before I died, so I owe them a lot,” You said. “Where were you when I needed you the most?!” You asked, almost yelling. Your voice almost shook the earth, and the water quivered. 

Your sister looked at you with shame. “(Name), I wish I could fix what happened in the past, and I believe you went through a lot after being banished from the sea,” She explained. “A lot, you say?” You asked, tears glistening in your eyes. “My voice got taken away, and you know better than anyone how much I loved singing,” You said. “It was excruciating to be silent all the time,” You added, holding back angry tears. 

You took a deep breath. “Ecthelion, the one I talked about, my beloved, he was the one who returned my voice. Thanks to him, I can speak and sing again,” You said. “He sounds wonderful,” Your sister said. “So, how can you ask me to leave him behind and forget everything just to go home?” You asked, looking at her in the eye. “This has been my home for the past hundreds of years, and suddenly you come back and ask me to abandon them,” You said. “Or stay here and forget about ever being one of the maidens of the sea,” You added the latter option. 

“Do you truly hate me that much?” You asked. “Of course not! Please, it was a terrible mistake, but things are different now. We all missed you terribly, and lord Ulmo is willing to help you if you just come back to us. If you don’t, you will be forever bound to walk upon the earth, losing your magic and becoming an elf,” She explained. “So, please, come with me. Come back home to your family,” She said, almost begging. 

“But what happiness will I find when my heart is here?” You asked, shedding tears. 

“You don’t belong here. You’re not an elf. You are a mermaid, one of the maidens of the sea. And it was the Noldor’s fault you got here in the first place,” Your sister said. You stared at her in bewilderment and rising anger. “Leave,” You said. 

“What?” She said. “I said leave!” You yelled, your voice shaking the earth and creating cracks on the walls. Your sister flinched at the strength of your voice. When things calmed down, she backed away from the edge. 

“Fine. I will leave for now. You have time to decide until the next full moon, then you must have made your decision,” Your sister said before submerging and vanishing from sight. You almost fell to the ground after making sure she was gone, shedding tears after tears. 

- You tried to dry your tears but couldn't stop thinking about the options your sister had presented you. Leave Gondolin and reunite with your family in the sea, or stay and become an elf. 

-It was hard because you longed for the sea but didn’t want to leave Ecthelion and everyone you held dear behind. If you leave you might never see him again like you never saw any of your family till now. 

-For someone like you, it was an impossible decision. 

-You tried to dry and collect yourself since it wasn’t long before Ecthelion would come and possibly help you forget the whole thing with your sister. You can’t break his heart that way. 

-However, someone in the corner had already heard the whole thing.

[unabashednightmarepizza]

Can someone please write some angst for my fave elves? Like seriously, I need it and they literally scream angst e.g: Glorfindel, Ecthelion, Gil-Galad, Maedhros...

Or else I'll and I don't think we're ready for it

[sanisse]

Imagine having a threesome with Glorfindel and Ecthelion and getting them to cum all over you. Glorfindel on your ass and your back, Ecthelion on your tits and face. ‘Thel licks his cum off your face and tongue kisses it back into your mouth, making you swallow it. Glorfindel bends you over, eating you out from the back and licking the cum off your ass. Then they take their turns spanking your shiny, sore cheeks, reveling in how obviously this turns you on. Finally they DP you and let you pass out on the bed, thoroughly enjoying how wrecked you look. Glorfindel later remarked that he was shocked that underneath such a cute and shy surface, you were hiding such strong desires.

🚨😳🚨 for some reason I have never considered this threesome concept but let me tell you I’m living for it. What’s it like being a genius.

Glorfindel would prolly be concerned that they’d break you. Ecthelion is a sensual lover but he strikes me as being more confident in the “you can probably take it and I’m not gonna break you” department. So like, Glorfindel would take some coaxing (especially for DP) but can be an absolute animal in bed when he gets going.

[caliawen]

Haunted

Pairing = Glorfindel x Reader

Genre = Teen and up

General ratings = a twinge of angst, fluff, smut implied (?)

Content warnings = smut implied

Word count = 1,4k

Notes = ……hi 🫣 I haven’t posted in a month 🙃 Life has been really busy and I haven’t really had the time (nor the motivation, truthfully) to write. I had a more regular schedule before, but I think for now it will stay… ‘irregular’. I have no idea when or what I will post next. Hope you can understand!

Glorfindel was being haunted. Not by ghosts- no. By the memories of his past life. Of his mistakes. Of his friends. Of their deaths. Of his death. The searing pain of his scalp as he was tugged down and down and down by the Balrog. Of the heat he felt as he fought for his life, for the lives of Idril and Tuor and Eärendil and everyone. His mind replayed those moments over and over, never leaving him a second of peace.

The slight smile of Ecthelion, Rog’s boisterous laugh, Turgon’s exasperation with them, Elgalmoth’s mischievous eyes as he gossiped, Penlod’s hums as he pretended he was listening, Galdor’s excited chatter about the trees and plants he saw, Duilin’s whistles as he walked, Tuor’s love-struck expression as his eyes followed Idril and Maeglin’s shy smile when someone asked him about his work…

Oh, Maeglin… Glorfindel had hated him, for a time. Hated him for giving Gondolin away to Morgoth, giving away their lives.. But that time had passed. In the halls of Námo, Glorfindel had had plenty of time to think before he was reborn. And think he did : about how Maeglin had lost his mother and father. About how his only parental figure was Turgon, who was too busy to really spend time with his nephew. About how he mistook his love for Idril as romantic and not platonic, and how that strained his friendship with her and Tuor. About how rumors spread that Maeglin was a vile being. About how none of them did anything to defend him. About how lonely Maeglin must have been.. About what impossible horrors he felt at the hands of Morgoth and Sauron. About how they never saw how broken Maeglin had returned. About how he didn’t care if he died anymore.

Yes, Glorfindel had thought, Maeglin had done something wrong. And he forgave Maeglin for what he had done, because Maeglin had been a child. A child who needed to be guided and shown love, but no one had stepped up to take up the role.

He thought about you. About your smile, your eyes, your nose. About the way you moved, how you talked and your passions. And he ached. Because he didn’t know what happened to you. He didn’t know if you had died, if you had suffered or if you were still alive. If you had moved on from him.. And that haunted him. His every waking thought, his every dream and nightmare.

Sometimes, Glorfindel dreamed of you. He dreamed that you were laying in his bed, in Gondolin, smiling at him. That you carded your fingers through his hair and told him that you loved him. And when he woke up, his heart ached and he did not know whether to thank or curse Irmo.

Glorfindel had a mission. He was going back to Arda Marred. And he found himself dreading going back. Dreading seeing how everything had changed and how the language had evolved. Dreading how no one he knew would be there. How he would be alone. At least in Valinor, he saw his mother and father. He found himself crying when he realized he did not remember what being embraced by his parents felt like. They took care of him and he couldn’t be more grateful to have them.

When Glorfindel departed, he stood looking at Valinor until it had been long since out of view. He stood still, wondering if he was dreaming. He thought, how ironic, for he was going back. Not anyone else. Him. Laurëfindelë Glorfindel, an emissary of the Valar, granted powers nearly as strong as that of the Maiar. And he didn’t want to go back. Nienna wept for him, for his sacrifice, for his fear and for his love. He found himself appreciating her understanding. She visited him, before he departed. He listened to her words, without understanding : “Dear Child, your heart is being haunted. Your mind is playing tricks on you, and your heart is rendered blind by your pain. But your gut, your gut is still there and strong. Follow it, follow what it tells you. But do not silence your heart and mind for it, listen to them. Listen, but do not follow.”

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When Glorfindel arrived in Middle Earth, he did not know where to begin. He was tired, but could not sleep. He thought about you. About your lips on his, about your laugh, about your hands in his, about the ring he had passed on your finger. He thought and thought and thought. And his heart ached. He walked on paths and in forests, stopping to wash himself in rivers. And he despaired.

It was later that he found Lindon. Days later. Or weeks, he did not know. He met Elrond, someone who would confuse and amuse him for the rest of their lives. Part man, part elf, part maia. He wore the insignias of Fingolfin and Fëanor with pride, daring anyone to confront him about it. He was a gentle soul with a heart of gold and the patience of the wise. He was as kind as summer and Glorfindel found himself basking in his presence, like a flower who had grown up in shadow feeling the sun on itself for the first time.

Círdan was surprisingly mischievous. Subtle jokes, sarcasm and deadpan looks were all things he threw at others, uncaring if they understood or not. He was calm, but could easily terrorize anyone with his anger, like the sea. Board games were his favorite and Glorfindel spent time playing with him, thinking of strategies to beat the older elf.

Gil-Galad was as confusing as he was funny. His father was unknown and he liked to joke around about it. Glorfindel spent time with him when they could, talking about everything and nothing. When Gil-Galad felt Glorfindel starting to lose himself in memories, he would randomly tell a stupid joke. They made Glorfindel laugh each time.

Celebrimbor had been a bit weary at first. Glorfindel almost laughed at the memory of a small Curufinwë Tyelpërinquar staring at him with the exact same look. It wasn’t long until they became great friends. Celebrimbor understood : he, too, was haunted by his past actions and words. Maybe for different reasons than Glorfindel, but the important thing was that he related to how Glorfindel felt. Having his feelings validated was something that alleviated the pain in Glorfindel’s heart.

~~~

Glorfindel walked around Lindon aimlessly and leisurely, taking his time to look around. You haunted him. Everything he saw reminded him of you. From pretty rocks you would have collected, passing by a stand selling your favorite fruit, to someone wearing clothes the exact color of your eyes. His mind played tricks on him, making him imagine hearing your laugh or seeing your beautiful hair swaying in the wind.

He stopped walking at a bookstore, a feeling bubbling up inside him. He looked at the door, curious. His gut screamed at him to enter that store, for some reason. His mind dismissed the feeling, but his heart held hope. They warred against each other. And then, Glorfindel was reminded of Nienna’s words to him. And he went inside the store.

Inside the store, which was cozy and homey, he felt pulled towards a particular bookshelf. His breath hitched as his mind reeled to a stop, his heart pumping wildly. There you stood, browsing the shelf while smiling. Feeling observed, you turned your head, your eyes widening as you saw Glorfindel, your husband, your soulmate, standing there. Glorfindel was frozen, his mind scrambling and heart singing with joy. You were the one to make the first move, throwing yourself in his arms, ecstatic. Glorfindel hugged you back, a sense of wholeness overtaking his mind and body as he kissed you long and passionately.

The two of you spent hours upon hours talking, laughing, crying and hugging. This long-awaited reunion was a balm on Glorfindel’s bruised and battered heart. That night, under the stars, in a magnificent glade full of flowers, you rekindled your fëas. Glorfindel made love to you slowly and passionately, kissing every piece of skin revealed as he undressed you, worshiping your body with his hands and mouth. That night, in your arms, Glorfindel had no nightmares. He woke up to your sweet voice and felt free. Free of the thing that haunted him. And he smiled.

End notes : Hope you enjoyed! Reblogs, comments & likes are extremely appreciated 🫶

@theladyvanya

[theelvenhaven]

Anniversary Proposals

Glorfindel x Reader

2k Words

Request:  Greeting, I adore your blog and been here since the start, I want to attempt a request for the first time. Reader (fem  preferably or neutral) proposes to Glorfindel in marriage (in Gondolin), they were friends and pinning for eachother since so long but she is human with a limited life span, being anxious, she makes her mind up and does something unusual instead of waiting for him to make the move. Whether you do it or not, know that you're my fav Tolkien blog over here, thank you so much.

A/N: Hey anon! Wow how lucky am I that you have been here so long! I am so happy to still have you here with me on the blog! :) I stuck with neutral reader and I hope that is okay. But thank you so much for your continued support of my blog! It means so much to me! I hope you enjoy! &lt;3

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Today you were going to do it, finally having worked up the nerve and courage to do so. It was a beautiful and perfect day to do it finally. With the sky cloudless and Anor was shining brilliantly down into Gondolin. Making the white spires and walls sparkle and glitter under it’s light, the song birds sang and flitted overhead.

Spring was in full swing, with beautiful flowers in bloom. With trees of gray with leaves of green and silver glittering and swaying overhead. Thesound of fountains trickling met your ears, mingling with those birds and pollinators like bees and butterflies danced among Manwe’s wind. Yes today was absolutely perfect to propose.

To which you could thank Ecthelion for, for bolstering your confidence. Having grown far too impatient to wait any longer. It was either now- or at the pace Glorfindel was going- it would never happen. You would be a ripe one hundred-year-old on your deathbed before the words ever left his mouth and a ring was ever slipped onto your finger.

You loved him immensely and you understood the ravages of time didn’t work the same way for the elf that you grew to love so much. It was slow and long lasting, countless thousands of years he had to live before his fea consumed his body- as he explained to you- but you on the other hand. Your fea wouldn’t consume your body. You wouldn’t live for thousands of years let alone hundreds. 

You were mortal, you would age, grow weak and grow feeble. You would slip away from the world like so many of your ancestors had before you. It was inevitable, and you had come to terms with it, but what you weren’t coming to terms with was how long it was taking Glorfindel to propose. 

The first year you understood, it had only been a year into that relationship. It was so fresh and new; you would not have accepted if he had proposed then. The second year you were becoming more comfortable by the idea of getting married, but by the fourth year you were certainly ready for it. 

Yet Glorfindel never asked.  

Here you were on your sixth year of courting and still Glorfindel hadn’t asked for your hand in marriage. He hadn’t done anything that hinted to you that he was going to propose to you. Nothing to the effect that he wanted to spend the rest of your life together, and now you were downright impatient.  

Holding the little velvet box that held his ring if he couldn’t do it right. You weren’t afraid of the challenge, reminded daily that this forever wouldn’t be forever for you. 

There was no one else you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. What wasn’t to love about Glorfindel? He was kind, and cheerful, loving and funny. Yet just a tad forgetful about the fact that you were a mortal on occasion. This was certainly one of those occasions. 

Though he certainly didn’t forget anniversaries. 

Today marked your sixth anniversary, your seventh year being in Gondolin. Which had been a dream to be here, let alone meeting and being with your now partner. Save it felt like time was passing too quickly and your partner had yet to ask the question.

You hoped that when Glorfindel arrived that he didn’t have an inkling as to what it was you were planning, seeing as you had vented your frustrations to Ecthelion. Who, by all means, encouraged that you propose to him when the idea had left your lips, you made him promise to secrecy. Though there had been plenty of times in the past that Ecthelion had to breach those secrets, granted for good reasons of course.

Quietly you tucked the ring box back into your robe pockets as you heard hurried and quick footsteps begin to approach you on the veranda you stood on. Turning to find that it was Glorfindel who was approaching, with a bright and happy smile and a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

You couldn’t help but smile as you saw him, his smile was infectious as always. Warm and captivating, you took in the sight of your handsome partner. The way his long blond hair was left long with a circlet of silver sitting atop his head. Dressed in warm earthtones of browns and greens, that were embroidered with little celandines and ivy leaves.

As always your partner quite the vision and the sight for sore eyes, and you felt your nerves only begin to grow as you realized this was the ellon that you were going to propose too. For the love of Eru you prayed for courage to be able to do so.

“Y/N, meleth nin, it is good to see you. I apologize for running so behind.” Glorfindel began keeping his cheery grin as he climbed up the steps of the veranda outstretching his arms, inviting you to step in. You didn’t hesitate to hug him at the motion of the gesture, coming to rest your head against his chest and listening to the thrumming of his heart.

“It is alright, the important this is that you are here now.” You smiled and said with warmth as you lay contently there for a moment, before finally you pulled away. Wondering if now was the right time to propose to him, yet something in your gut told you to wait before you pulled out the ring box not ready to do so just yet.

“These are for you, meleth.” Glorfindel said in a soft voice, holding out the bouquet of roses towards you, you couldn’t help but grin wider as you accepted them. Taking them from his hands and bringing yourself to bury your nose in them to smell them.

There was nothing sweeter than Eldar grown roses, and the ones that the other Edain had tried to tame and grow themselves just simply couldn’t compare. Not to mention the shade of red that these were, there breathtakingly beautiful. You hummed inhaling their sweet scent,

“Glorfindel these are beautiful.” You mused to him thoughtfully before you moved cradle them gently and look up at him, seeing that his grin was certainly still there. Gently he leaned forward to capture your lips with his. Pressing a soft kiss to you,

“Not nearly as beautiful as you are… They pale in comparison.” He hummed out softly to you and you began to blush softly at his smooth and enticing words. Keeping your happy smile, before you reached for one of his hands with your free one, to pull him along further to sit down on one of the benches near the railing.

Glorfindel was happy to tag along behind you, before sitting down with you while you set the flowers aside. Glorfindel was the first to speak,

“How would you like for us to spend our day together, Y/N?” He asked with a big smile, and you couldn’t help but wear some surprise on your face. Usually for your anniversaries the two of you dedicated a lunch and your evenings together. Not really the whole day today.

“You have today off?” You asked him still with your surprise, but quickly a smile overtook you as excitement ran through you. Glorfindel mirrored your expression as he began to nod, jostling his blond hair. The rays of Anor shining down on him, making him even more ethereal and beautiful than he already was.

Yes today would be the perfect day to propose to him, damn any societal norms that said he must do it first due to his status as Lord. You were happy to do it first and knew it would all be worth it and you couldn’t wait to see the smile on his face when you did it.

“Yes I do, it is a big anniversary even if it isn’t our twelfth yet.” Glorfindel said, and ah yes you remembered how the elves had their affinity for six. A calendar that you were still adjusting too. Six days of the Week, Six Seasons, and so on. So you supposed this was a significant anniversary,

“Well then I want to give you your surprise.” You said with a big grin, and you watched the way his eyes began to sparkle with wonder and curiosity. Wondering what exactly the surprise could possibly be.

“A surprise? For me?” He said warmly and you could hear the eagerness in his voice as he spoke. Glorfindel wasn’t one for gifts, and you knew it. But every now and again when you did something on an important occasion he was always accepting of your gifts and excited to receive them.

“Mhmm I do!” You smiled to him with a big grin, before you stood up from your seat, now was the perfect time to propose to him. You had all day to do it, but you were simply full of jittering excitement and couldn’t wait to do it. That was the premise of why you wanted to propose to begin with, was because Glorfindel was taking too long.

“Now close your eyes.” You watched as he gave you a soft smile, clearly with a little hesitation in the air, as he wasn’t usually one for long drawn out surprises. Nonetheless he did exactly as he was instructed, closing his eyes, you quietly took the ring box out of your pocket. Moving to stand in front of him before kneeling down.

Opening the ring box the two of you waited in silence for a moment as you felt your heart pounding in your chest with excitement. With nervousness and even a tinge of worry finding him as you feared that he may reject you. But you hoped that wasn’t the case, you had faith that it wouldn’t be the case.

“You can open now.” You said with a bit of a shaky breath, and watched as he fluttered his eyes open to look at you and then immediately at the ring that was in the box. A look of surprise found his face and that surprise was indiscernible, you couldn’t tell if he was excited or not. If anything you were quickly growing concerned that he was going to reject you.

“Glorfindel, will you marry me?” You asked with confidence, or tried to with confidence that was dwindling down at the fact that he wasn’t answering you and the expression hadn’t left his face. Suddenly Glorfindel stood from his place on the bench, reaching out for your hands, and gently helping you to your feet.

You felt your heart sink at the fact that he hadn’t said anything- and you were utterly worried that he was about to reject you in full. As gently as he could, you knew the rejection would hurt regardless of how sweet and gentle he was. You were fully prepared for it, and you swallowed the lump in your throat.

Debating if you even wanted to hear him reject you or if you should just leave.

Before you could make a decision did his hands come to cup your face, his thumbs stroking your cheek before he dipped his head in to kiss you.

Glorfindel’s lips melded passionately with yours, stealing the air from your lungs as he did not hold back. His hands still holding your face so tenderly, lingering for the longest moment as he kissed you. You were reeling from the intensity of his kiss, hardly knowing how to react other than to kiss him back, and try and keep up with his pace.

Finally Glorfindel pulled away resting his forehead against yours, grinning widely as he continued to cradle your face.

“Of course, I will.” He breathed out joyfully, and you found yourself grinning alongside him. Your heart soaring in your chest grateful and happy that his answer was a resounding yes! That he would marry you! Praise Eru!

“There is no one I’d rather be with than you, Y/N.” Glorfindel continued, gushing with excitement, and you felt like you could breathe again. Relieved, happy, excited.

“I love you Glorfindel.” You said to him in a soft breath, and you felt his lips press back to yours again, but only for a moment.

“And I love you too.” He answered you warmly, finally all the right things had fallen into place and you couldn’t be anymore grateful with how they were turning out to be. You couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with him.

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Incorrect Middle Earth Quotes 34

ft: Fëanorian Y/n x Ecthelion

Y/n: I have to kill him. Glorfindel: What!? Who? Y/N, glaring at Ecthelion: I don’t know how to flirt with him so he has to die.

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Lords of Gondolin | Being In An Arranged Marriage With Them

Request: I’m excited to see what you have written :) if you think it would be fun maybe you could do it for the lords of Gondolin like Glorfindel or Ecthelion? – @hermaeuswhora

A/N: Following my arranged marriage AU, this one has been structured differently since a few characters did not originate in Valinor. Galdor, Ecthelion, Egalmoth and Glorfindel were all written having their arrangements in Valinor upon their return/rebirth, while Rog and Maeglin had theirs transpiring in Gondolin.

Warning: arranged marriage, resentment, negligence, angst, loneliness, mentions of Maeglin pinning after his cousin, sprinkle of fluff and comfort for some

꒷꒦꒷Galdor꒷꒦꒷

Galdor's demeanour is marked by silence, a weighty silence that those around him cannot ignore, especially in the wake of the news. However, despite his wordless protest, his parents press on with the explanation of his impending marriage.

Confronting this crisis proves to be a perplexing challenge for Galdor. Having traversed the treacherous Helcaraxё, faced numerous wars, and endured the Fall of Gondolin, the third kinslaying, and the War of Wrath, he finds himself at a loss. The complexities of this situation elude him.

Nodding along to the exchanged words, Galdor's mind is a whirlwind of thoughts as everyone joyfully anticipates the forthcoming wedding. Even during the meeting where he first encounters you, he seems neither present nor absent, caught in a state of detachment.

While greeting you with respect and learning about you with nonchalance, Galdor's distant gaze is unmistakable. It's not meant as disrespect, but the prospect of an enforced marriage weighs heavily on anyone's sanity.

As the entire arrangement unfolds, transitioning into shared living and wedded life feels surreal to Galdor. Despite your animated discussions about future plans, his aloofness persists, absorbing your words without full comprehension.

Playing the role of a perfect husband, Galdor fulfils his duties diligently—strolls, teatimes, meals, social gatherings, festivals, and even family dinners—all executed in quiet compliance. Eventually, a moment of realization dawns on Galdor, prompting him to address the lack of sincerity that has quietly persisted in the background.

“Forgive me if this seems all too sudden, Y/N, but…my behaviour. While you may not have noticed the way I treat and respond to you—without earnestness—I fear that you do not deserve the way that I am currently. Please allow me to explain—all this, the arrangement. I have yet to grasp the true nature and because of that, I have not been true to you as I have been with myself. And because of this, I wish to start over.”

Your innocence is the reason why you've struggled to reconcile with his apparent lack of seriousness. Yet, you graciously dismiss his explanation, assuring him that he exceeds your expectations. Galdor experiences a mix of relief and concern, sensing that you may be overlooking the depth of emotion behind his actions.

However, with his newfound awareness, his role as your husband remains unchanged, yet now, his gestures carry a heightened emotional resonance. Every 'good morning, evening, noon, and night' carries a weight of significance. His smiles and laughter become more genuine, and conversations take on a deeper sense of purpose.

Galdor gradually comes to terms with the marriage dynamics, understanding that you had no say in the arrangement. Despite any reservations, he chooses not to express dissatisfaction, focusing instead on building a foundation of trust and comfort for your shared life together.

꒷꒦꒷Ecthelion꒷꒦꒷

Upon his joyous return to the Blessed Realm, marking the end of his long sojourn in Mandos, Ecthelion is swiftly met with unexpected news: the proclamation of his intended marriage. In the backdrop of his years of carefree existence in Beleriand, this revelation catches him entirely off guard.

The nobleman is plunged into a state of incredulous uproar, vehemently opposing his parents' wishes. However, his return to Valinor signifies his subjugation to his father's authority as the true Lord of the House of the Fountain. Despite Ecthelion's resistance, he finds himself reluctantly compelled to meet you and your parents.

While you, elated at the prospect of uniting with the renowned Lord Ecthelion, bask in the glory of his Middle Earth victories, he languishes in the waiting room, brooding like a disgruntled child. The entire encounter is marred by Ecthelion's rebellion against the terms negotiated between his parents and yours.

Concern begins to gnaw at you, fearing that the esteemed Lord you heard tales of in Middle Earth might be a façade. Ecthelion, harbouring no ill will towards you, unfortunately channels his distrust of his parents and frustration with yours through piercing glares directed at you.

Despite Ecthelion's fervent protests, both sets of parents remain indifferent, leaving the two of you alone in the waiting room to familiarize yourselves, while they withdraw to deliberate wedding arrangements.

Ecthelion maintains a frosty demeanour throughout, unable to muster the warmth required to mask his displeasure. His attempts at melting the ice are restrained, and he refrains from taking the conversational lead, leaving you to navigate the uneasy exchange.

“I apologise if I have insulted you in some way, Milord. It was not my intention to make you feel discomfort through this arrangement, but if it pleases you, I will do my best to limit our interactions to reduce the ambience this arrangement brings you.”

As your words reach him, a subtle twinge forms in his heart, though all he offers in response is a nod in your direction, a silent acknowledgment of your compassion.

Living with Ecthelion demands a mutual respect for privacy, ensuring that both of you have your own space. Shared breakfasts and mealtimes are a rarity, occurring only if you manage to catch him at the opportune moment; otherwise, you'll find yourself dining alone. Much of your time will be spent in solitude, interrupted only by occasional check-ins to ensure your comfort is consistently met.

Despite his reserved nature, rest assured that Ecthelion strives to convey essential matters regarding the household or family. While he harbours resentment for the forced marriage, he recognizes his duty to fulfil the basic role of a husband in meeting your needs.

In the public eye, Ecthelion maintains a façade of unity, well aware that the whispers of Valinor surround your union. Whether at events or social gatherings, his pride compels him to wear a smile and engage in polite chatter with you on his arm, concealing the fact that the icy distance between you two remains intact.

꒷꒦꒷Glorfindel꒷꒦꒷

Upon his return to the Blessed Realm after years in Middle Earth, his parents warmly greet him, unveiling the surprising news of an ongoing arranged marriage. Glorfindel, caught off guard, contemplates whether to respond with a forced laugh or unleash a string of profanities at this unexpected revelation. Without hesitation, he turns to his father, demanding clarity in an instant.

Much to Glorfindel's chagrin, the reality of an arranged marriage for the esteemed young Lord becomes apparent upon his return. As the true Lord of his house, his father's authority leaves Glorfindel with limited options, compelling him to voice his protests and seek his mother's intervention, given the deep respect he holds for them.

This incarnation of Glorfindel is far from the merry and radiant being known during his time in Middle Earth. You who were acquainted with tales of Lord Glorfindel's past, witness a stark contrast. He avoids direct eye contact, concealing his anger and ensuring you are shielded from its full force.

His resentment is not directed at you, but rather at the arrangement orchestrated by both sets of parents. Despite his inner turmoil, Glorfindel endeavours to maintain composure in your presence, reserving his desire to flip tables and shatter glass for moments when you are not around. For now, he remains outwardly passive.

It's evident that he grapples with inner turmoil whenever you are nearby. Despite his sincere efforts, tension underscores his actions. The façade, crafted to sustain a smooth relationship given his dispute with both sets of parents, endures for a considerable duration before finally unravelling.

“I’m sorry! I truly believed that I could hold out while upkeeping this façade, but it has done more harm than good. Please do not believe that I hold something against you, it’s our parents. I know that you’re a lovely person to be around and do not deserve this lowly behaviour from me, so I wish to apologise and seek forgiveness while wishing to start anew. Perhaps with a friendship?”

While you may have hoped for a more immediate romantic connection, Glorfindel's desire to start as friends is a thoughtful approach, far preferable to the prospect of a sudden end, as you've heard in others' experiences. Throughout the relationship, Glorfindel consistently strives to be amiable and reliable, ensuring a solid foundation.

Glorfindel remains steadfast in controlling his temper, especially when his parents scrutinize your relationship. His commitment is not just to appear perfect but to genuinely be the best arranged husband possible.

As seasons turn, you witness the side of Lord Glorfindel that has captivated Middle Earth. Your days are infused with humour and comfort, and should you desire more of his company, it is readily available.

Throughout your marriage, Glorfindel is attuned to your needs, adjusting his actions to bring you comfort. Whether you seek space, a new garden, an expanded house, or simply wish to deepen your connection, he willingly embraces and supports your desires.

꒷꒦꒷Egalmoth꒷꒦꒷

Tables are being flipped and profanities are leaving his mouth in a swirl of furry. He can’t believe, despite how grown he is and all the things he has faced on his own in life, his parents still wish to dictate his love-life with an arrangement. He knew such acts were popular among the royal family, never suspecting that he would be subjected to the trend.

Egalmoth refuses to submit so lowly to allow someone to select a spouse for him to spend his eternal peace with. The power he once held as a Lord to Kings in Middle Earth is stripped away as he returned as the son of a Lord who he must abide to.

The room takes on an unprecedented chill, surpassing even the biting cold of winter. During the meeting, as your parents bask in their satisfaction, Egalmoth directs a piercing glare at the table, as if intent on searing holes into its surface.

Despite your attempts to bridge the gap and quell the fiery tension, Egalmoth remains steadfast in maintaining distance. His demeanour and actions are unyielding, operating on a frequency of self-satisfaction that defies your attempts to find common ground.

The living arrangement entails cohabiting with a virtual stranger; it's akin to sharing a dwelling with a spectre. Greetings are reduced to mere "good morning" and "good night," a routine destined to persist. Even the entreaties of fellow Lords fall on deaf ears as they endeavour to persuade him to give the relationship a chance.

Frustration mounts as Egalmoth actively avoids you, seemingly going to great lengths to dodge encounters that are not of your making. Despite your earnest efforts to cultivate some semblance of acquaintance, he prefers to exist as a ghost, perpetuating an unsettling distance between you.

“You seem to believe that I had something to do with this arrangement when I didn’t know who you were until your arrival. I hate it just as much as you do, so face it! We’re stuck like this unless you wish to separate which you can. I don’t know what’s holding you back, but I’m trying to make things bearable and you’re not helping. I’m tired, so please…just tell me you don’t want me around…”

Egalmoth was taken aback when he witnessed the tears welling up in your eyes in response to his distant demeanour. Though he never intended to inflict pain through his communication style, he found himself inadvertently doing so, leaving him feeling regretful and remorseful. His initial goal was to avoid forming deep emotional attachments, not to cause you distress.

Despite his reluctance to fully embrace the role of a husband to someone not of his choosing, Egalmoth recognizes the need to bridge the emotional gap between you two. While he maintains a certain level of distance in his affections and gestures, he is committed to projecting a more approachable and interactive persona whenever circumstances allow. One tangible step in this direction is sharing daily breakfasts and lunches with you.

Over time, Egalmoth acknowledges the importance of overcoming his reservations and investing more freely in your relationship. He endeavours to set aside his differences and foster an environment where a meaningful connection can thrive. Realizing that accepting the role of a husband may require an extended period, he opts to first establish a foundation as a supportive friend before gradually navigating the complexities of marital ties.

꒷꒦꒷Rog꒷꒦꒷

The giant craftsman is confused at the words spilling from the lips of his advisor since Gondolin was a place of freedom. Having come from a rough background and learning about the Noldor culture, he felt like this was a contradiction, but obliges after they informed him it was frequently practiced.

Rog patiently meets his future spouse and their parents, wanting to go along with the arrangement as he complies with the customs of the Noldor. It does not come as a surprise the first time you meet the giant blacksmith; he is as gentle as ever and makes you feel welcomed. It’s your parents who treats the union as automatic boost in society.

As much as Rog wasn’t interested in getting married, the choice he was offered made his idea on the situation flip. You didn’t appear snobbish or greedy for power which made him all the more open to accepting to court you and proceed with a wedding eventually.

This being his first relationship, he is cautious to not mess anything up and pray that this marriage would be successful. He listens to all your needs and wants, going out of his way to fulfil them as best as he could. At times, he would turn to the other Lords, as unwedded as they are, for guidance.

The only thing Rog doesn’t like is addressing you in conversations as his arranged spouse or his spouse he earned through an arrangement. It never dawned on him the stain it would leave on your title when he agreed to wed you. Now he makes sure to never allow the terms ‘arranged’ to be used when addressing you. It makes him wish you two could have met another way because it’s a constant reminder how you were both forced.

“It never occurred to me how much I would come to despise the term ‘arranged’ when referring to you. I’ve grown fonder of you day by day as this marriage progresses. But rest assured, you have nothing to fear when it comes to our love. That, to shall grow stronger for you as the days wield overhead.”

You truly have no issues or quarrels with Rog through your entire marriage. As the Lady/Lord of his house, you will be spoilt endlessly with riches from his crafts that others may be jealous at the lavish life you are living and how dearly your husband spoils you rotten.

Attending dinners the other Lords hosted will be extended to you and even they would warmly welcome you as their friend’s spouse. Gifts would be exchanged, along with praises and jokes that their gentle-giant friend married before them, and he needed to teach them his tricks.

You don’t have anything to fear when it comes to your future with Rog. Out of all the Lords, even Glorfindel, Rog is most open to the idea and content with progressing things to truly become a happy couple, forgoing the friendship stage.

꒷꒦꒷Maeglin꒷꒦꒷

Maeglin is confused and in a silent outrage because you were not the person he wanted to end up in a relationship with from the very start. His true desire was his cousin, and after being aware of this, his uncle chose to construct an arranged marriage to deter his focus on another person.

This isn’t going to be one of those ‘his heart turned from her to you to moment he saw you’ situation because his desire will continue to focus on his cousin, and it will be displayed through his protests when his uncle summons you all for a gathering to offer the arrangement.

Your parents are pleased since Maeglin is the King’s heir and by marrying him, it would make you a royal, so immediate status boost. You on the other hand have been aware of the Prince’s interest for another and already understood your position throughout this marriage whether you were for or against it. Your entire life would become nothing more than being his spouse with a title while he lusts after someone else.

Deep down, he has it somewhere that you are apart of this arrangement to sway his focus. Makes him distant and negligent all the more. You can try to reach out and pacify the situation for him to pardon your presence, but it doesn’t even make sense because Maeglin had never accepted you as his spouse.

To him, you’re like a guest living in his house after he was forced by his uncle to make your stay comfortable—which he does for the basic commodities. If you want to have a difference made, take it up with the King, but even he doesn’t have a say in the privacies of a married couple.

 However, Turgon does his best to ensure that you and Maeglin are allowed to spend more time together in hopes of building a relationship. You and Maeglin would be invited to dinners, balls and festivals as a couple in hopes of something blossoming. However, any conversations would have to be created by you, even when the other Lords congratulate you both or initiate conversations, it’s you doing most of the talking.

“My Prince, might we speak? I know that your focus lies elsewhere and I am not here to sway if you think so. All I wish is simply to live a peaceful life as your spouse until my presence is no longer required…I don’t know how long that would be. But perhaps during my time under your household, we can be well acquainted with one another a little more?”

It is an internal struggle in his mind to acknowledge your words because he doesn’t know if this is a trick where he would end up gaining interest or if you were being genuine. He was so focused on lusting after his cousin that your attempts at making your time with him bearable were shot down.

Maeglin truly doesn’t know at this point whether to shift focus onto you during your time with him or to let you go because he believes that you would continue to be hurt if you stayed at his side.

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Blinded by Love (Glorfindel x Reader)

“You have his eyes.”

“His hair.”

“His ears.”

“I was like no shit he’s my father lady,” you wheeze as you fall into another laughing fit with Rog. You both had been going at it for hours now. The conversation that had started with assigning forge duties was now nowhere near its intended goal. 

This would not have bothered anyone in the city of Gondolin. Your friendship with the red-haired lord of the House of the Hammer of the Wrath was not a secret to anyone. Your friendship was natural like that of metal and fire. You both had for ages bonded over your beloved art of smithing. 

However, one was bothered by it. Immensely bothered as he watched you double over with laughter with another lord that was not him. The lord of the House of the Golden Flower had never before felt such emotions.

Glorfindel was joy and mirth reincarnate, or so many told him. He was pleasant to talk to, born with the skill of the Noldor and the patience of the Vanyar. A golden-haired dream in the city of Gondolin.

Many looked his way with envy, many tried to woo him with clever words, some offered him confessions of true love. Yet, it did not sway him. He smiled at them, thanked them but always ended such advances with a curt refusal. 

He had gone to such lengths waiting for you. If on occasions when he dressed up a little more extravagantly, his eyes always wandered to you. Yearning for your gaze and your attention. He would search for you only to find you next to Rog, laughing at whatever amusement found its way to you. In those moments he allowed himself to imagine being there with you, he craved being a part of your smiles. But he did not make a move other than that.

Your love story was stuck at an impasse in the battle of wills. You stay oblivious to all his attempts, or so he thinks, and he remains bound by the fear of rejection. 

Ecthellion raises his brow in amusement as he watches the merry golden-haired lord frown at the empty walls as if they had offended him with the most wretched curses. The Lord of the Fountains knows that it was not the walls but pair of cackling goofs that caused his friend to act equally stupid. 

Glorfindel scowls and it goes unnoticed by all but Ecthellion. If you can call pouting miserably a scowl. 

Had Ecthellion not been so busy analyzing his friend's expressions, had Glorfindel not been so busy glaring at empty walls they would have caught the snippet of your conversation with Rog. A hushed whisper that made you swat the red-haired lord’s shoulder.

They would have noticed the smug look on Rog’s face as he wiggled his eyebrows at you. 

“You seem to be awfully fond of forging golden flowers these days my fri-” they would have heard had you not muffled Rog’s words with your hands. 

But alas, it goes unnoticed much to your relief.

Another day ends with the most frustrating love story witnessed by Rog and Ecthellion.

Love : 1

Glorfindel : 0 

You : 0

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rare pair bingo

Here's an overview of my progress for the TPC rare pair bingo!

So far, prompts have been combined with prompts from other series (and I might do that again if I start another drabble challenge), but I'm also open to suggestions for pairings and/or prompts as standalone pieces!

⸙ Hand Holding: Winter drabbles, Oromë x Vána

⸙ Staring from across: Femslash February, Galadriel x Amarië

⸙ Blushing: Curumo x Aiwendil

⸙ Getting lost: Femslash February, Uinen x Tar-Míriel

⸙ Gift giving: Femslash February, Lótelissë x Litsaiwa

⸙ Cultural misunderstanding: Winter drabbles, Manwë x Varda

⸙ Soulmate goose of enforcement: Anairë x Eärwen

⸙ First snowfall: Femslash February, Aredhel x Elenwë

⸙ And they were roommates: Míriel x Nerdanel

⸙ Flowers: Winter drabbles, Findis x Elemmírë

⸙ Candle light: Winter drabbles, Námo x Vairë

⸙ Hand feeding: Femslash February, Ungoliant x Thuringwethil

⸙ Free space - righteous fury: Mairon x Arien

⸙ Who did this to you: Femslash February, Arien x Ilmarë

⸙ Sparring practice: Winter drabbles, Eönwë x Arafinwë x Ingwion

⸙ Twinkle in their eye: Femslash February, Varda x Yavanna

⸙ Exploring a new place: Uinen x Elwing

⸙ Spin the bottle: Finrod x Caranthir

⸙ Horseback riding: Femslash February, Vána x Éowyn

⸙ Annoyances to lovers: Femslash February, Nári (OC) x Thuringwethil

⸙ Picnic: Winter drabbles, Irmo x Estë

⸙ Climbing a tree: Winter drabbles, Aulë x Yavanna

⸙ Workplace rivals: Winter drabbles, Maglor x Elemmírë

⸙ Hanahaki disease: Winter drabbles, Mairon x Arien

⸙ Drinking game: Tulkas x Oromë

𓆸 Prostate stimulation: Hador x Fingolfin

𓆸 Deep-throat: Fëanor x Manwë

𓆸 Body shots: Vána x Éowyn

𓆸 One-bar prison: Gothmog x Eönwë

𓆸 First time: Dark romance, Melkor x Mairon (x Arien)

𓆸 Leather: Mairon x Maeglin

𓆸 Fuck or die: Fingolfin x Maglor

𓆸 Strap-ons: Haleth x Caranthir

𓆸 Overstimulation: Dark romance, Glorfindel x Erestor

𓆸 Mutual masturbation: Screw Yule, Nienna x Nerdanel

𓆸 Humiliation: Turgon x Caranthir

𓆸 Predator/prey: Melkor x Ungoliant

𓆸 Free space - ritual: Dark romance, Mairon x Witch King

𓆸 Knotting: Screw Yule, Mairon x Finrod

𓆸 Phallic gags: Maglor x Imladris crew

𓆸 Medical kink: Fëanor x reader (2nd person)

𓆸 Glory hole: Fëanor x Finarfin

𓆸 Angry sex: Melkor x Manwë

𓆸 Masks: Maeglin x Lords of Gondolin

𓆸 Interspecies sex: Dark romance, Melkor x Maedhros x Fingon

𓆸 Naked sub/clothed dom: Ar-Pharazôn x Mairon

𓆸 Hypnosis: Elrond x River Spirit

𓆸 Messy sex: Glofindel x Erestor x Ecthelion

𓆸 Pet play: Dior x Amras

𓆸 Feet: Maglor x Lúthien

𓆸 Extra - handjob: Arien x Eönwë

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I just really want a fic or something with the elves of gondolin or Riverdale reacting to a reader that's from modern earth??) Lol suddenly out of no where speaking Spanish , either they got mad , frustrated , or just had a brain fart and forgot English for a minute

earlier reply to this - here

i see none of them getting mad or annoyed with you — elves love learning — knowledge is the greatest power. Please kindly note — some of my interpretations could be wrong as some of them could have mixed reactions 😅

Frustrated? — yes perhaps cautious, because they want to understand you and your culture, know if you're a threat or not — your ways of speech confuses them again and again— they realy just want to know what you are trying to day! sometimes they're holding themselves back from losing their patience — but they try to be soft with you at the same time.

Maeglin, Ecthelion, Turgon, Rog (maybe slightly annoyed)

The ones that will get tongue-tied altogether — because it is a language the have never heard of. Stutter, a little — scratch their head — looking over you like what in the word is this cute little thing? They might joke that your are saying something gibberish, not believing it's an actual language — even try to repeat after you with fail — it would be very funny — accidentally even say something stupid or offending.

Egalmoth, Glorfindel, — am going to sneak in Aredhel here.

The ones who would have the most patience with you — trying to decipher what you are saying and help you out with little drawings for understanding. They would create no fuss and work their time with you. Would be sweet and gentle — waiting for you.

Galdor, Duilin, Turgon, Penlod.