#implied elladan/omc

[the-journey-was-the-point]

(Crackfic) A Solo Conversation

Actually the first fic I wrote for my OC's and what kickstarted the rest of my writing! I got inspired by talking about Callonduin and Elladan's relationship in a discord server and got this funny idea about Taran, a shapeshifting prince of Mordor, having to stand-in for his friend.

Summary: Disguised as Callonduin, the prince of Mordor finds out there may be more to his free-spirited friend's lovelife than he initially thought. Relationships: Implied Elladan/Callonduin (onesided)

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Much like his predecessor, Taran was able to change his physical form, and was quite skilled at it too. He could take any form to suit his needs, be it a bird, a warg, a Man, or even a dwarf if need be. However, his dark master and creator, Sauron, imposed on him one stipulation: that Taran, under no circumstances, was to ever take the form of an elf. In fact, he wasn’t even supposed to go near any elves.

His lord had told him it was too risky. Elves lived long lives and there was always a chance that whatever elf Taran encountered would have likely been around since the First or Second Age, and might be able to immediately sense Taran’s true nature. And as the Ashvaen, like his name in Black Speech implied, there was only one of him and he could not be replicated. 

Then he and his friends arrived in Rivendell, the hidden valley full of Elves. That was bad for him. They smuggled him in through Linnea’s bag (he had taken the form of a black lizard). Not so bad. 

Then Callonduin, who had some sneaky errands they needed him to do, asked him to take his form for a while. Very, very, bad. 

“I couldn’t pretend to be you, Callonduin. I don’t know any Elvish customs, they’ll immediately catch on.” “I’ll only be gone for a while. You just need to wear my form, and stay out of the way. Stay in the guest rooms. Don’t talk to anyone.” 

“That’ll be even more suspicious, it’s impossible to shut you up!” 

But Callonduin wheedled and pressed, and Taran eventually gave in. They really did have important things to do after all, and so long as Taran stayed indoors, nothing was sure to go wrong.

Or so he thought until a dark-haired ellon appeared in the doorway.

“Callonduin,” the elf breathed. He then made a gesture with his hand that was unfamiliar to Taran, and an awkward, expectant, air filled the room. 

Taran figured it was likely an Elvish greeting of sorts, but not knowing how to respond, he only froze like a deer. His breath seemed to leave him as he remembered all the terrible things his lord said the elves would do to him if ever he was caught.  

After a moment, the elf cleared his throat and shifted a bit. He spoke again, this time lower, “I heard from the guards of your return. I would have liked to be the one to receive you,” he said, “but I was scouting the western border.” 

Again, Taran didn’t respond. What could he even say? He didn’t know this elf, or what his relationship with Callonduin was. Anything he said would just make things worse. 

Besides, even if Taran did have something to say, his throat was too tight right now to speak. 

The elf swallowed, fidgeting once more. He turned away for a moment, as if collecting his thoughts, before speaking again. “You left so suddenly. Which you often do, so no one was alarmed at first, but then months passed and– you should have told someone.”

Then, to Taran’s utter surprise (horror), the elf suddenly strode forward, took the seat across him, leaned in, and fixed him with an intense, piercing, look. 

“You should have at least told me.” 

Eyes wide, both eyebrows raised, Taran could not help the look of shock on his face if he tried. Were Callonduin and this elf… together? Callonduin never mentioned him. That made this even more complicated, except now Taran was part interested about them, and part horrified for himself.

“Yes,” the elf continued, insistent and sincere and concerned and strangely nervous all at once. “Me. Are you so surprised? I know how you are. I worried for you. I scoured the Trollshaws with Elrohir, and if you were going to cross the Misty Mountains and stay away for so long, you should have said something beforehand.”

Under the pressure of the ellon’s gaze, Taran had to look away. The air in the room was quickly turning tense and emotional in a way Taran was wholly unprepared for. He had no idea what to do or say. He wondered where his friends were and if they were done with their task yet. He weighed the cost of attempting to act as Calloduin against staying silent, and which one was most likely to make this elf go away and least likely to end with him bound in elven chains. He wanted to look back at the elf but kept his gaze glued to the side. 

After another moment of silence, the elf spoke, this time much more testily. “Do you have nothing to say, Callonduin? You, who normally has a hard time keeping silent, won’t even say a word?” 

Taran’s head shot back up at that. By now, his heart was pounding so hard he could hear it. He shook his head slightly, unsure of what he was even trying to convey for it was more out of reflex than anything. He tried to speak, tried to give out the simplest, most generic response he could muster, but found it all caught in his throat. 

Later, he would wonder what expression he must have worn on Callonduin’s face for this elf’s stern features to suddenly soften.

“I see…” he murmured, worry and pity in his voice. His eyes seemed to look pained as he regarded who he thought was Callonduin. “You must have endured perils so terrible, they’ve affected your speech. I did not know. I’m sorry.” 

Not knowing how else to respond, Taran shrugged. Whatever, so long as the elf left him alone. 

“We should go to my father.” The elf decided after a moment. “He’s the greatest healer in all the land, I’m certain he’ll be able to help.” 

The elf took Taran’s hand and led him to the healing halls. Taran, stunned and not having much of a choice, followed silently. 

Later, his blood would freeze when he learned that the elf’s father was none other than Elrond, the Lord of Rivendell, who was exactly the kind of elf he should have been avoiding.

[ao3feed-thehobbit]

From Broken Endings to New Beginnings

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by Argleena

Erestor finds Lindir cold and alone after The Battle at Dagorlad, befriends him, and leads him home to Imladris after the War. While Lindir seems to be settling into the Hidden Valley, secrets hidden in his past come back to haunt him. Can Lindir’s family and friends help him confront his past and create a new future before it all fades to nothing?

Words: 38075, Chapters: 15/15, Language: English

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms, The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Lindir (Tolkien), Thranduil (Tolkien), Erestor (Tolkien), Elrond Peredhel, Ereinion Gil-galad, Oropher (Tolkien), Celebrían (Tolkien), Glorfindel (Tolkien), Istuion (OMC), Nostar (OMC), Erdolliel Nostariel (OFC), Melpomaen, Saelbeth, Lothvaen, Galion, Elladan (Tolkien), Elrohir (Tolkien), Arwen Undómiel, Legolas, Aragon, Arphenion (OMC), Sanya (OFC), Hérion (OMC), Authuel (OFC), Bellrauthien (OMC), Rainantien (OMC), Meatherion (OMC), Tucagwathiel (OMC), Galadriel (Tolkien), Celeborn (Tolkien), Cirdan (Tolkien), Galdor, Gildor, Amdír, Elendil, Námo | Mandos, Irmo | Lórien

Relationships: Lindir/Thranduil (Tolkien), Erestor/Glorfindel (Tolkien), Celebrían/Elrond Peredhel, Thranduil (Tolkien)/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Kissing, fading, Betrayal, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Flashbacks, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, HEA

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[ao3feed-tolkien]

Because Hope is a Star

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by WengonCalmacil

When Elrohir Elrondien swore to hunt down ever orc in Middle-Earth, it was not in his mother Celebrían's names that he made the vow. Instead he took the oath in the name of the only elf he had ever loved, Thandel Amarthaer. This is their story, told in full, as they forge a path together through joy, darkness, love, heartbreak and hope.

Words: 1494, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Elrohir (Tolkien), Elladan (Tolkien), Glorfindel (Tolkien), Elrond Peredhel, Erestor (Tolkien), Original Elf Character(s), Thandel OMC, Elanna OFC, Laegeth OFC, Thúlel OFC, Rúnya OMC, Aragorn | Estel

Relationships: Elrohir/Thandel OMC, Elladan/Elanna OFC

Additional Tags: Adventure & Romance, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hope vs. Despair, Tragic Romance, Blood and Injury, Dark, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Orc Attack, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eventual Happy Ending

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