#trop fanfiction

[drhdmgr]

let’s talk Our souls were made from the stars

It has been a week and it is still kind of on my mind all the time that Our souls were made from the stars got deleted so suddenly. I know it is a favour that all those great people give us their stories and I do not mean to be not nice about the author’s decision which I respect, but that does not mean I like it. I hell dislike it 😝. I do not think it was because of lack of engagement. The story had a stable amount of comments. I always, really,  commented and I saw answers so I have a track 😇. Comments were always loving, even when some expressed a bit one sided and simple view on Mairon, who is a complex character in this story. 

I always wondered how he could redeem himself to all and Galadriel. I had a feeling from comments that was the plan, some kind of the redemption, after the betrayal and a couple of events of the 1st age of course 😀. If anyone has some ideas what the redemption could have been, you can comment. I will give mine if there is an interest to comment. 

[demonscantgothere]

Litost. Galadriel/Sauron | Halbrand. Explicit. 234.1k | 8.6k chapter [40/?] Chapter 40: Peace, Everlasting, Across the Sea

During Ar-Pharazôn’s rule of Númenor when Sauron holds the position of the High Priest of Melkor, Galadriel is captured in the middle of a war, imprisoned, and handed over to him as a sacrifice to be made in the Temple of the High Priest, but Sauron has other plans. From Akallabêth to the founding of Gondor, unlikely allies are forged.

“Amuse me,” insisted Gil-galad in dry tones, using the arm not laying in his lap to gesture in front of himself with a swooping arc through the air. “It means exactly what it says it means. There are no hidden meanings here.” He rested the knuckles of his fist against the table beside himself where he sat. “I want to know what you want, Galadriel—so tell me.”

She only faltered for a moment longer before she chose to trust his word, and so she raised her chin with what pride she still had left in her despite the hopelessness of her current situation, and she answered him.

“No more war,” Galadriel replied staunchly, feeling the tightness in her jaw as she spoke. “No more death.”

“Hmm,” Gil-galad hummed as he looked at her curiously through hooded eyes, appraising her with his piercing gaze. “I want the same. I have wanted it for a long time, Galadriel. Long enough, in fact, that it has become a recurring dream for me at night, and I dream of an end to all of this warfare—and peace, everlasting, across the Sea.” He stared at her, not speaking, for a moment. “I would rather have you on my side than against me,” he then added, his tone as gentle as a calm summer breeze when he said it.

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[theriverwild]

Our Souls Were Made From The Stars

I know most folks in the Haladriel community loved this story and I've seen many posts of shocked readers to see it disappear. Buried in a thread, someone had downloaded up to the latest chapter and posted a reddit link for others.

I don't know why it was taken down and hope the author is okay. Even without an AO3 account please don't forget to credit the author, SilverWing12, when referencing.

Sharing for all the fans so you don't have to dig through comments.

[wordbunch]

strong, brave, lovely (Elrond x Reader)

a/n: @micheleamidalajedi requested Elrond x reader with the prompt kissing scars; I’ve made it short but hopefully sweet enough for all your fluff needs 😊 let me know how you liked it, and comments and reblogs are always VERY welcome 💖💖💖

Although summer was fast approaching and the days were quickly getting warmer, you still opted for clothes, capes and gowns that covered as much of your skin as possible. More than once you felt curious looks on yourself, which didn’t bother you too much. However, you knew that Elrond, perceptive as always, was going to notice very soon that you weren’t dressing for the increasingly sizzling heat. He himself was unsure of how to bring up that conversation, or whether he should do it at all - he didn’t want to possibly hurt you or poke at an insecurity, but he also didn’t want you suffering a heat stroke or anything of the like. So, your lover decided to confront you worriedly in the privacy of your chambers as the day was coming to an end and both of you wanted to unwind together a little bit. Keen grayish-blue eyes followed you unwaveringly as you went to change from your formal clothes to something more comfortable, but he decided to interrupt your plans and tacitly sneak behind you while you were still half dressed, drawing a gasp from you as your skin brushed against his clothes.

“Meleth nin,” he muttered into your hair, “are you certain you will need all those layers? The night is warm.” 

“I think I will be more comfortable that way,” you gulped, not having expected his little interrogation out of the blue. “I would not want to fall ill overnight, if it gets colder.”

“You know very well I have no trouble providing you with some additional warmth,” Elrond chuckled, his comforting arms still wrapped around your frame securely. He felt you tense up only slightly.

“I-, yes, I know that,” you let out an unexpectedly nervous little laugh, “I just think that-”

“Forgive my interruption, my darling, but I have a feeling that something might be troubling you,” he cut in, as kindly as he could. His fingertips brushed along your jaw and tenderly tilted up your face so that he could look into your eyes more directly. “Just remember that there is nothing that you cannot share with me; I am here to listen.” 

Under his watchful loving gaze you couldn’t help but crack a little bit; and it seemed pointless to try and hide your insecurities from him - he would eventually notice everything. So, you caved in, and let the words spill: about your scars, how you felt, how you wanted to conceal them as much as possible, about how they made you feel less beautiful than other elves in your environment. All the way through, Elrond listened with a sad, sympathetic face, and when your voice quivered he took your hands in his. When he thought you were finished with your hesitant confession, he effortlessly picked you up in his arms and carried you, still not completely dressed, to the large bed. You looked up at him with wide eyes, questions pooling in them.

“I know it will take an eternity for me to convince you with words that you are absolutely gorgeous exactly like this,” he smiled sadly at you, “so it seems best to take another approach.” 

Within a second his soft lips had made contact with your skin, in the places you were most insecure about. You wanted to protest for a moment, but his loving affection felt so reassuring that you couldn’t bring yourself to react in any other way but to enjoy the sensation. His lips ghosted over any and every scar he could reach as a barrage of chills traveled up your body.

“Elrond…” you uttered in a hoarse whisper. “You needn’t…”

“Yes, I do,” he replied, pausing the flurry of kisses. “You are so beautiful and I need to make sure that you know how much.”

The intensity behind his eyes made something stir inside you.

“You are so strong, and so brave, and so lovely,” he trailed off, his fingers brushing over a scar on your thigh. “And I love you for that. And for a myriad of other reasons, my dearest.”

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[marimosalad]

In light of recent unacceptable harassment to authors on AO3 and surge in Haladriel hate, many writers have become apprehensive about engaging in the fandom. A few things:

1. This is unacceptable. Please, for the love of god, trolls kindly fuck off because we’re all tired of your immature, holier-than-thou, entitled bullshit complaining. Is this how you behave in real life? How would you feel if you were treated in this manner? Aren’t you embarrassed by your own conduct as an adult member of society? If not, you should be. It’s sad and desperate and deranged.

2. Anti-ROPs, if you hate the show, why do you care so much about what fans do? Does it affect your daily life? Are you personally victimized by it? No? Then kindly fuck off.

3. READ THE TAGS. THE TAGS ARE THERE FOR *YOU* SO *YOU* COULD MAKE THE CHOICE TO READ WHAT YOU WANT OR DONT WANT TO READ. Don’t blame the authors when you don’t read & follow instructions.

4. Pro-Haladriel harassers, you do realize that attacking the authors will lead to fewer production of content? If you want to support the fandom, either support the writers and encourage them to keep writing, or don’t comment at all. You are not helping the fandom; you are hurting it.

Please reblog or share on other platforms. I’m fairly new to the fandom, so I feel like I’m yelling into the void here.

[fili-urzudel]

Engagement and Marriage Headcanons - Elrond x Reader

Just something to tide you over until I'm active again :) I wrote this a while ago so don't judge me

Warnings: none

- Elrond knew from the time he decided to ask you out that he wanted to marry you - he just... Has a different perception of time - so when one day you offhandedly mention that you've been dating/courting for 4 years it hits him that he might like to just take his time in this phase, but oh my GOD you don't HAVE that much time - so even though he tries to spend at LEAST 2 hours a day with you, you notice a complete absence for a few days - you start to worry that you scared him away or he finally realized that four years was enough time to waste on a human - but then one of the servants that assists the king's court comes and informs you that your presence has been requested by him in the courtyard - "And he would like you to wear this," she says, holding up a garment bag - when you take the dress out, you can't help an overdramatic gasp, because it's seriously gorgeous - It's the softest silk you've ever laid eyes on, a color that compliments your skin and a drape that compliments your figure with almost barely-there gemstones stitched in strategic places - The note in the garment bag reads: This dress can hardly sparkle as brightly as your eyes. However, I hope it will be a sufficient container of your beauty. - It's more than sufficient. - For Christ's sake, he's the one that picked the dress and he's still struck speechless at the sight of you - He decided to keep the proposal simple and more suited to human customs--the elven custom could stand a bit of rearranging. - He dropped to one knee in front of you, holding both of your hands gently in his. "Melethrilen, from the time I met you, I knew that you were special. In all my years in this land, no one has made me feel as you have. Your eyes are more radiant than the Evenstar, your hair is like the shining sea, and your heart," he said, voice only a little tight. "Your heart is a treasure chest of ever-increasing value. I am honored to be the object of your affections, and should you accept this ring," he withdrew his hand from yours to produce a golden band of twisting vines, "I would be all too proud to boast that I was chosen by you for marriage." - You're crying - Like, bad - But you manage to squeak out, "Of course" and the rest is history - He can't really be any more gentlemanly during your engagement when he was already a peak gentleman before, but he does show a lot of interest in getting the venue and catering (old world version of catering?) set up and studies human wedding tradition - You definitely lost count of how many dresses you wore to various dinners and congratulatory parties during your engagement and even your wedding (there were at least 3 dress changes) - It was a honking big deal - Partially because even by elf standards, Elrond should've been married a long time ago, so everyone is either very happy for him or a bit confused by his logic but sticking around for the spectacle of it all - You're convinced that Elrond set up some kind of elite guard because you didn't even have anyone making passive-aggressive comments toward you at all, when that was usually the case (something along the lines of a "pampered pet of Elrond's" or "he'll outgrow her before he outlives her") - During your engagement, he was also heavily involved in the design of your new home together - He lived pretty close to the city center at the time, but he decided to move closer to the outskirts away from the front gates when you two got married. - You were noticing little details that you loved about the house for months - And every time you pointed one out, he would just beam proudly - It's positively lovely

[coraleethroughthelookingglass]

A little bit of domestic fluff and a proposal to finish off this fic :)

[myfavouritelunatic]

A Daughter's Gift

One Christmas, Celebrían decides to repay her father, Halbrand, for all the joy he's given her year after year.

This is pure and utter Christmas FLUFF! (With a little angst of course because it's me. :P)

Word Count: 2.6k

My Christmas present to all the wonderful friends I've made in the Haladriel/TROP fandom over the past year! I hope you enjoy it!

❄️🎄🎅🎁❤️🎁🎅🎄❄️

Tagging: @pursuitseternal @theriverwild @thrillofhope @klynnvakarian @scriberated @heronamedhawks @gil-galadhwen @90shaladriel @tmwillson3 @coraleethroughthelookingglass @marimosalad @jhalya @princessfantaghiro @eowyn7023 @yletylyf @rebelrebelwrites @hikarielizabethbloom

[gil-galadhwen]

How about number 30 for the smut dialogue prompts?

Elrond x Reader (gender neutral)

Summary & warnings: NSFW. Elrond has a meeting he's been fretting over so while he's out, you tidy your shared rooms and prepare his favourite foods. Yet when he returns, your kindness kind of turns him on 👀

Word Count: 700+

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I Will Never Get Enough Of You

Elrond has been worrying about the meeting with foreign nobles for the last few days, and any amount of reassurance from you has failed to soothe his troubled mind. Still, you wanted to ensure that regardless of the meeting’s outcome, Elrond would return home to calm and comfort so before he was due back, you lay out his favourite foods, open a bottle of Lindon’s finest wine and light candles to give your shared rooms a soft, cosy feel. You consider running him a bath as well and while you’re examining the bottles of oils that line the shelves in the bathing chamber, you hear the front door slam so hard you’re sure it must have come off its hinges.

Tentatively, you move to the doorway, anxiety wreathing around your throat as you try to think where the closest weapon might be - if this is an intruder, you need to act quickly. To your relief, there is no intruder. Instead, Elrond stands by the dining table with his hands braced on the back of one of the ornate chairs, his head bowed over it.

Relief washes over you at first, followed quickly by dismay. Had the meeting truly gone as bad as Elrond feared? 

“My lord?” 

Elrond releases a sigh and straightens. The top of his embroidered jerkin is undone revealing his chest down to his navel which is flushed along with his cheeks. His damp hair curls over his forehead in a way that makes your heart flutter like a trapped moth inside your chest.

The look he pins you with makes other things flutter too.

“Did you do this?” He gestures to the lit candles and covered tray on the table, the wine ready to be poured and fine, silver cutlery polished so that it gleams.

“Yes, I…” You swallow the lump in your throat. “I thought you would like to have dinner on your return, but if it is not necessary then I will–”

He holds up a hand halting your words, then smiles kindly.

You relax a fraction as Elrond rounds the table towards you. He steps closer and closer until your back is against the frame of the doorway.

“I am without words to properly convey my gratitude,” he murmurs, brushing a knuckle against your warm cheek. 

“You may thank me in any way you wish,” you say, boldly wrapping your arms around the herald’s neck.

He raises an eyebrow at that. “I would say we should eat now but there appears to be other things I should like to feast on first.”

There is a beat of silence while you look at each other, your breaths mingling and eyes dancing with intent and promise.

“Is that so,” you say with more confidence than you feel, even though Elrond’s desire for you can easily be felt through the thin fabric of his clothing.

His lips are on yours before you can blink. Elrond is usually so measured yet he kisses you with a fervour you’ve never experienced from him before and it is blistering. 

You make quick work of each other’s clothing, both of you mapping out each other in bruising kisses, licks and touches while he holds you fast against the door frame. You wrap a leg around his waist and whimper at the firmness of him pushing against the softest parts of you.

Elrond curses under his breath, his forehead pressing against yours.

“I have had the absolute worst day and yet one look at you and I…” He shakes his head as though in disbelief.  “I am blessed beyond the call of the Valar for you, my love.”

“Elrond, please,” you beg, your hips moving, coaxing him to where you need him most.

He pushes forward and you both moan as he fills you up. His grip on your leg wrapped around his waist tightens as he opens you wider and takes you even deeper.

You kiss him feverishly, your fingers tangling in his hair as his thrusts become urgent. He shifts his angle just enough so that he hits the spot he knows makes you melt.

“Meleth nîn,” he murmurs against your collarbone as you both near your climax. 

“I will never get enough of you.”

[rebelrebelwrites]

Queen of the Southlands by @formerlyir

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Status: Complete

Rating: Explicit

Story Summary:

Mount Doom does not erupt. Mordor is never created. And the very course of history is altered by the prevention of one single calamity.

As a result, Halbrand's deception lasts years.

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Another fic trailer, this time for one of my all-time favorite fics from @formerlyir! Recc'ed here as well. Music pick/credit goes to them, too. Hope you enjoy, and if you haven't read this fic yet, respectfully, what have you been doing with your life? 😆

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[thecoziestbean]

Cozy Writes

A list of all of my in progress and completed works on ao3.

In Progress

The Venus of Valinor | Haladriel | E | 9/13 | 49.6k

meet me at the edge | Haladriel | E | 4/? | 39.6k | dead dove

Completed

Missed Connections | Haladriel | G | 2/2 | 394

My Way or the Highway | Haladriel | E | one-shot | 6.6k

Hellbrand & Ghouladriel Week Drabbles | Haladriel | T | 8/8 | 800

Looking Glass | Haladriel | E | one-shot | 2.2k | dead dove

Haladriel Winter Solstice Ficlets & Drabbles | Haladriel | M | 5/5 | 641

The Wishing Tree | Celia/Marco, The Night Circus | G | one-shot | 2k

run through the forest (settle before the sun) | Halsin/F!Reader, BG3 | E | one-shot | 6.8k

sharp as a razor, sweet as honeysuckle | Haladriel | E | 6/6 | 11.9k

A Lust for Light | Haladriel | E | one-shot | 6.5k

a waking dream | Halsin/F!Reader, BG3 | E | one-shot | 1.9k

[ruiniel]

A @tolkienrsb​ fic by @ruiniel / Ruiniel on AO3, with art by @clumsycopy

Artwork Rating: G | Fic rating: M | Tags & Warnings: Past Relationship, Flashbacks, Emotional, Crossover, Angst, Imprisonment, Sexual Content | Relationship: Galadriel/Adar | Characters: Galadriel, Adar, Original Orc Characters | Word count: 5k

SUMMARY:

The world is on the precipice of another change, shaken to its foundations. In the immediate aftermath of the creation of Mordor, a weakened Galadriel seeks her companions and is captured by the enemy. What happens when the past and present converge as one? A character-driven story about choices.

READ ON AO3: A name, a heart

VIEW THE ART on Tumblr

[demonscantgothere]

Litost. Galadriel/Sauron | Halbrand. Explicit. 225.5k | 5.3k chapter [39/?] Chapter 39: Tall Ships and Tall Kings

During Ar-Pharazôn’s rule of Númenor when Sauron holds the position of the High Priest of Melkor, Galadriel is captured in the middle of a war, imprisoned, and handed over to him as a sacrifice to be made in the Temple of the High Priest, but Sauron has other plans. From Akallabêth to the founding of Gondor, unlikely allies are forged.

“I know,” Halbrand agreed with her, “but please—”

“—You must hide from me,” Galadriel told him sternly, putting her foot down at once. “If you do not hide yourself from me on the other end of the palantír, I will not see what Elendil saw, and I will not be able to plan for it. I know he saw something. You are right, but we need to know what he saw to anticipate his next move. He hides all from me, knowing the split between my loyalties. He suspects it, even if he will not say it outright—but I need you to hide from me, or I will not see it.”

Halbrand’s lips became a thin line drawn tight. He was not happy with this demand of hers, but in his eyes he understood its purpose. “To be parted from you longer,” he then murmured, “without even the comfort of a dream.”

“Dreams are nothing,” Galadriel informed him softly, “if we cannot have the real thing.”

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[theriverwild]

That Which Lies Across The Sea

Ch. 58) The Armor That Weighs Upon Your Soul

Rating: E for mild smut; WC: 9.6k

[wordbunch]

Elrond getting jealous

a/n: whoever requested something among the lines of “Elrond getting jealous over reader who spends time with Halbrand”... i’m sending you a thousand kisses. 💋 I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it, and do let me know! 🥰 also please consider reblogging if you liked it, it means a lot 💖💖💖

(+ warning: if you squint, it gets the tiniest bit steamy at the very end!)

you were in Eregion with Elrond and very happy about the fact that you get to spend that extra time with your lover

sure, you were both busy, but just being able to see each other, fall asleep and wake up together daily was something you cherished amid the daily chaos

you settled into a nice routine, which got interrupted in a very surprising way: Galadriel came back, after having gone to the Undying Lands (or, well, not actually going), and she brought a strange man with her

he seemed to be badly injured, and it made you wonder how come a man had managed to endure a few days long journey with an injury like that, but you let it go 

however he did intrigue you a little bit, since you very rarely came in contact with humans, and there was a strange energy about him

Galadriel herself actually asked you to check up on him every now and then because she trusts you, so you fulfilled her request and gradually started talking a bit to Halbrand

purely out of curiosity, you wouldn’t dream of going behind Elrond’s back in any way

however, the elf misunderstood your interest for affection

one evening you just walked by the room that Halbrand was in and cast a quick glance to check whether he was alive (seemed like he was), and you were planning to join Elrond for a relaxing evening in bed, but you ran into an old friend of yours and ended up talking for a little longer than intended

all the while, Elrond was in your shared bedroom and his mind was swarming with concerns about why you still hadn’t joined him

he trusts you with all his heart, don’t ever doubt that, but he was certainly feeling iffy about the human newcomer and he wasn’t sure he particularly liked him, he just wasn’t able to pinpoint why

when you finally walked in, feeling extremely bad at losing track of time, your heart cracked a bit when you saw your beloved lying down, curled up  with his back turned towards you; he was debating whether to confront you about it because he HATED any type of conflict with you

you almost gasped when you heard a quiet, yet unmistakably bitter “your new human friend seems to be occupying an awful lot of your time lately”

you all but threw yourself on the bed next to Elrond and grabbed both his hands in yours, but you noticed instantaneously that he didn’t intertwine your fingers together, which he almost always did

“He is not my friend” you replied with determination, but Elrond remained silent

“and I am terribly sorry for making you wait tonight, my love. I ran into Nimel on my way to you and they got so carried away talking about how they journeyed to Lórien recently and I had not the heart to interrupt…”

you thought you saw a tiny smile curving on your lover’s lips: he knew you were too kind to rudely interrupt somebody who was just being sociable

“now wait just a moment… my evening star, are you jealous?” you held back a smile of your own

Elrond was rarely jealous, so you weren’t used to seeing that side of him

“I do not have the faintest idea why you might think so, darling”

okay, he tried to play it off but he absolutely failed

“you know i can see it in your eyes when you are being dishonest”

he sighed deeply, and eventually entwined his fingers with yours, pressed a kiss to your knuckles and finally held your gaze

“perhaps I was jealous… just very, very little” the elf admitted sheepishly, feeling the tips of his ears get warmer

now you were hovering over him, finding amusement in the situation, rather than getting upset

“whatever for?” you purred, leaning closer into his face and brushing your nose against his, his greyish-blue eyes almost fluttering closed at the sensation

“you are the most perfect partner and lover in all of Middle-earth, my beloved,” your voice dropped low as you brought your lips closer to his, almost to brush against them. almost.

“not even in my wildest dreams would I think of choosing another over you. especially not some odd little man,” you chuckled, the noise resonating within your chest which was now pressed flush against Elrond’s

his hands had found their way to your hips, holding onto you as if you were about to vanish (you most definitely were not) and he expertly maneuvered the two of you so that now he was the one hovering above you and your cheeks were heating up at an alarming rate as you looked up at him with sparkling eyes

and there was a glint of mischief in his

he kissed you hungrily and you instinctively entangled your fingers in his soft hair, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest; he had your arms pinned on the bed with one hand, and his other hand was trailing down your torso

when you, sadly, had to pull back for air, his lips traveled down to your neck, and between open-mouthed kisses he muttered “then let us make sure that i am the most perfect lover you could ask for, dearest

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[somebirdortheother]

The Adventures of The Low Man - By Ichabodjane, SomeBird

Fandom: The Rings of Power

Relationships: Galadriel/Halbrand, Galadriel/Celeborn, Galadriel/Halbrand/Celeborn

Rating: T

Fashionably late for Haladriel Week, @ichabodjane and I arrive in STYLE with our ghastly Galabornbrand crack. 😎 As someone said, “the crack fic writers are never late, nor are they early, they arrive precisely when they mean to.”

This fic is a dedication to @lady-of-imladris and her post that grew legs and then some.

Summary: When Galadriel accuses Halbrand of being the Dark Lord, he does the only thing he can think of: knocks her down and runs away. Now he's wandering the wilds with some new companions (who also think he's Sauron). Meanwhile, Celeborn finally makes his return from captivity and of course he'll help his wife track down her nemesis. It's just that, well, who they find doesn't seem to match up with the Sauron he knows... Posted as part of Haladriel Week 2023.

Tagging every unfortunate soul that had reblogged the original post 💀💀💀:

@ichabodjane @helenvader @iamstartraveller776 @vellichormybeloved @hazelmaines @ringsofpowerfans @the-eclectic-penguin @gil-galadhwen @myfavouritelunatic @princessfantaghiro @coraleethroughthelookingglass @penelopeloveshere @bananaphanta @longsightmyth @lady-of-imladris