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A Witch and Her Familiar

Diaval x (AFAB) Reader

Chapter 1/?

Word count: 798

Summary: Maleficent sends Diaval to keep an eye on a mysterious woman on the border of the Moors

A/N: First chapter is kinda short, but that's because I moved back into my dorm for my senior year of art school, BUT! I finally settled back in, so I can put all my attention to writing more fics! >:3

There was a figure that entered the moors on the far eastern border. Being her servant, Maleficent had sent Diaval to assess the situation and determine whether it was a significant enough threat to warrant her intervention. As he arrived, Diaval landed on a tree branch as soon as he spotted the mysterious human. Even though the moors had united with the human kingdom after Queen Aurora and King Philip were married, the human residents were still too afraid to set foot near the direction of the moors, and yet this human found herself carefully tiptoeing around. Diaval watched her like, well…a hawk, as she removed the hood from her head, he finally got a good look at her face. She had a look of awe on her face, taking in the scenery of the nature around her. She bent down to take a closer look at the foreign plants growing up from the ground. Her fingers pinch around a flower as if about to pluck it from the ground. Diaval squawks a warning at her, getting her to turn around in surprise, and spots him in the tree. He squawks one more time as if to tell her not to pick the flower, in fear of angering Maleficent, who did not like humans coming in and taking things that weren’t theirs. She mimics him, squawking back at him. He's taken aback at her mimicking him. He’s been shooed, ignored, and yelled at by humans but never squawked at by one. He kept his eye on her as she began walking off back in the direction of the human kingdom, eventually becoming a tiny dot in the distance. Diaval flew off quickly, off to report back to Maleficent of the non-threat. 

Two days later, once again on the eastern border, a figure had entered the moors, and Maleficent had once again sent Diaval to assess the situation. It was the same hooded woman as before. He found her inspecting the same flower she had almost plucked before and scribbled down notes in a book. He landed on a boulder in front of her and squawked at her. Again, she squawked back at him. She narrowed her eyes at him, “Hmm, yes, you’re that same noisy little bird from the last time”. She spoke to him before returning back to what she was doing. Diaval hopped closer to her to try and see what she was writing; after spending so much time with humans and as one too, he’d picked up on some human skills like reading. Peering in closer, he could see she was sketching the flower and writing down the description of its appearance. The human woman noticed him and stopped to turn to look at him. “Aren't you a curious little thing? And brave to get this close to a human too.” A sly smile appeared on her face, and she pretended to try and grab him to scare him off so that he would go away. Diaval jumped back in response, trying not to get caught by her hands, and squawked at her once more. “Calm down! I'm not gonna hurt you, I was just playing with you. Here now, shoo.” She laughed as she dug into her side pouch and broke off a bit of her lunch bread and tossed it at him. Never one to turn down some food, Diaval hopped down from his boulder and pecked at the bread crumbs on the ground. While he was occupied with bread crumbs, she flipped her journal from a vertical position to a horizontal one and began to sketch him. As she finished sketching him, she began to speak out loud about what she was writing about him. “Fairly large, plucky, black colored crow…” she wrote slowly. He didn’t know what plucky meant, but Crow?!?!? He thought and began squawking at her. If he could talk, he’d be telling her, “Im a raven!!! Ravens are big and beautiful and majestic! I am NOT a crow! Crows are dirty, tiny, and simply beneath ravens!” The woman, clearly taken aback by the bird in front of her, apparently yelling at her for some unknown reason, reaches back into her pouch and tosses it more bread crumbs. That worked to shut Diaval up, and by the time he finished with his crumbs and looked back up, the woman had left. Yet again, he was off to tell Maleficent of the strange woman drawing plants on the eastern border of the moors, who had also misidentified him as a crow. To which was met with Maleficent's laughter. Diaval’s plights always made her laugh; he would just roll his eyes. From then on, if the woman were to appear again, Diaval was ordered to keep a watchful eye on her. 

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[tyranicaldeity]

been busy with back to school stuff and moving back into my dorm but i’m finally getting settled in so expect a new diaval fic soon 👀

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i post diaval art occasionally too on my art acc guys :3

for the small audience of diaval enjoyers COME EAT!!!

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OMFC YOU WRITE DIAVAL???? TEEN ME WOULD DEVOUR YOUR FICS ISTG

i remember ravaging for fics but i only found half-finished fics and fics that completely mischaracterised him. im so gonna eat all your fics up (it is a threat he4hehehehe)

AND YOU WRITE FOR LEGOLAS??? sign me tf up

ANOTHER DIAVAL ENJOYER!!!! HUZZAHHH!!

I only just start writing on this new account, but expect another Diaval fic soon… 🫣

I also draw him sometimes 👀 (shameless art acc plug hehe Im also @quaildoodle on insta too 😋)

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Diaval x Reader Headcanons

A/N: There's a criminal lack of diaval fanfics from the 2014 Maleficent movie, and I'm officially here to fill that gap in the market...for the like 5 diaval x reader tag frequenters. This was a part of the last request I got, and I can't just turn down a request for my bird boy <3 ALSO, reader is written as gender neutral! ENJOY

Predating Diaval:

Whether you’re a human or a dark fae like Maleficent, you both officially met after the events of the second movie. With you as a dark fae moving into the moors, or you as a curious human wanting to explore the moors to see what Queen Aurora’s home kingdom was like.

I say ‘officially’ met above because the first time you saw Diaval was in passing, and that was when he was running around in his human form like a chicken with its head cut off during the chaotic wedding in the last movie. 

The first time Diaval saw you was when Maleficent sent him to scout a possible threat on the border of the moors. Someone has just crossed into its borders. That person was you.

You’d continue to explore a bit more and more every day, and Diaval, in his raven form, would be there every time to keep an eye out and to report back to Maleficent to make sure you weren’t up to any funny business.

Eventually, you caught onto the Raven that would watch and follow you every time into walked around the outskirts moors. You’d start to bring it food in order to befriend it. 

This act of kindness would not go unnoticed by Diaval, and he began to grow fond feelings for you. He even had Maleficent not transform him one time so that he could greet you face to face and give you a proper tour of the moors.

He was indeed caught off guard when you recognized him as the ‘funny looking guy dressed in all black’ that was running around on Queen Aurora and King Philip’s wedding day.

He felt a bit offended when you called him a ‘funny looking guy’, a blow to his ego, but eventually, he told you that he was the raven that was following you around in the moors.

You didn’t believe him at first, but after he showed you his feathers that grew on his head mixed with his black ebony hair and explained how he came to have a human body, you believed him. Anything was possible in the moors.

After that, you began to walk around the moors more often. And each time it was less about admiring the beautiful scenery, and more about admiring the beautiful raven bird man who lived there.

Diaval, who became whipped for you, starts to find himself spending more and more time in his human form, and when he's not, expect a cawing raven in your ear.

He eventually confesses his feelings for you when he invites you over for a picnic in the meadows of the moors.

Dating Diaval:

So fun fact! Ravens mate for life, so expect Diaval to become a very loving a devoted partner.

This also means that you should expect him to follow you around in raven form. Especially when you're not in the moors, he’s gotta keep an eye on you

He likes to give you his feathers so you have something of his to carry when he's not with you. 

You like to turn them into jewelry or sew them into your clothing. :) 

There's been multiple occasions when, in bird form, he’ll land on your head and pluck some out some of his feathers and tuck them into your hair to match the ones growing out of his head when he's human.

Because he’s originally a raven, kissing on the lips is a new thing for him. He knows what it is, and he's kissed the back of your hand when the two of you met face to face properly, but he's never kissed anyone on the lips before.

Mainly because for the majority of his life, he’s had a beak, but he’s happy that he got to experience his first kiss on the lips with you.

PDA is a bit similar, lots of firsts with a human body. He’s discovered that he loves to hug and cuddle, whether it be big or little spoon, and he also enjoys having the warmth of your hand in his. 

If he's not perched in raven form on your shoulder, then his chin his perched on your shoulder in human form. 

By the time you're dating, you’ve already met Maleficent a few times, but because you and Diaval are things now…expect him to string you along for his and Maleficent’s antics more often.

Maleficent needs Diaval to send a message for her to Aurora in the human kingdom? You’re tagging along. IN FACT, he’s convinced Maleficent to turn him into a horse and have you be the message bearer. So hop on, you’re going for a ride yee haw. 

Also, if you religiously wear black too, then what a sight that is. A group of three people walking around the moors, dressed head to toe in black.

If you're someone who likes to dance, then expect Diaval to learn just for you so that the two of you can dance together at the balls that Queen Aurora and King Philip hold at the castle and occasionally in the moors.

(That's all I got so far, and I really enjoyed writing this and I think I'm gonna use some of the material in here for some future fan fics hehe :3)

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It's such a small detail, but in the first Maleficent movie, when Diaval is in his human form, he's got raven feathers mixed in with his hair! I only just noticed this when I was rewatching the first movie, and I was like, "When he's in wolf, horse, and (in the second movie) bear form, he's got feathers mixed in with fur! I wonder why he doesn't have feathers in his hair when he's human." Then I checked and HE DOES!!! But they completely leave out that detail in his human appearance in the second film :(

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hii! saw that ur requests r opened :D

can u do a legolas x reader where the reader has to learn elvish or common tongue bc its not their native language

ORRRR

can u do a diaval x reader headcanons?

thank uuuu if u ever see this! <3

Tysm for requesting!! My first on this new account! I love these two requests, so I've decided to do both! I hope you enjoy!

Lost in translation

Legolas x Reader (One Shot)

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: For a while now, Legolas has been singing you off to sleep in Elvish, and it's about time you learned Sindarin and figured out what it was he was saying to you.

A/N: Sorry it took so long to publish this, turns out writing poetry is hard, and also don't trust me on the Sindarin translations, I used a random translator on Google LOL also the diaval headcanons will be posted soon, so stay posted :P

You wanted to slam your head into the wall. You haven’t been getting far in trying to teach yourself Elvish. You closed the Elvish language book and placed it into your book bag. Letting out a sigh, you straightened out your long, rumpled sleeves and began to walk out of the small library you were in. You were currently in Rivendell with Legolas, visiting Elrond, and you figured it would be the perfect opportunity to try and attempt learning Sindarin. You had been traveling together ever since the end of the fellowship and the defeat of Sauron. During that time, the two of you had grown close; as close as an elf and a mortal could be. You both definitely had a sort of unspoken thing going on. 

Every day was a new adventure, running through vast green fields, climbing tall mountains, and trekking through rushing rivers. And every night the two of you spent lying next to each other on your bed rolls, staring up at the night sky and pointing out constellations and trading stories back and forth. However, right as you were falling asleep, you would always hear Legolas sing the same song:

“I aur minuial renia lendui, Mi lain gellad Anor glawar. Nathon dín, bronad lín lín, Le lostad mi ’ôl, úva faeg.

Lúg lín darthar sui rhaw peled, Ú-dirn lín a gannel linnad. Cuil lín, gwanas sídh a thand, Linnath dín na nathon pendui.

Nathon tegi i línath na dhû lín, Il-lain sui i nór naurui. Ú-darathon edro ammen aníron, Meleth darthar, darthar ú-bediad.

No aníron edregol lothar i aur, Dan sî na i aníron gwennad lín. An mi dîn hen, mi dîn lín lín, Nathon edregol lín lostad a suilad galu.

O i cuilath ú-dangen lín, O i meleth ú-antannen lín. Losto sídh, meleth nîn, naithad lín anann, Nathon sî. Nathon anann.”

You’ve heard him sing it so much you’ve just about had it memorized and written down. So here you were, lost deep in thought, looking down at the beat-up piece of paper with his words written down, thinking about how you could get better at Elvish. You stop your pacing and raise your eyes up to take in the amazing view. Rivendell was ethereal; you wouldn’t mind staying here another week or two. 

Maybe…you could get an elf to teach you. But not Legolas, that's too obvious. Maybe Elrond? No, he's too busy at the moment, plus you were too embarrassed to repeat the words Legolas would whisper to you at night when you two were alone in an attempt to have them translated. You had a feeling it was too intimate, but Arwen would understand she could help! Wait…no, she can’t. She's in Gondor with Aragorn, and you don't think one of the random guards patrolling the gardens you're currently in would be willing to drop everything and teach a human stranger Elvish. New idea, you ask Legolas to teach you Sindarin to better integrate in Elven society and communicate better with other elves for times like this when you find yourselves staying in Elven territories. This was a good cover, and so you began walking to where Legolas was staying. 

Arriving in front of the door to his chambers, your heart began to race. Slowly, you raised your arm to hover in front of his door. It stayed there for a few seconds before lightly knocking on the door. Almost as if he was standing behind the door this entire time waiting for you to knock, he opened the door immediately. “(y/n)! I was just on my way to go find you,” he said, smiling at you. “Well, it looks like I found you first,” you let out a small laugh before continuing. “I wanted to ask you something actually, that's why I’m here,” you said, looking down at your book bag as you reached in, pulling out the Elvish language book. Legolas smiled, recognizing the writing on the spine of the book. “I was wondering if you could perhaps teach me some basic Sindarin, y’know, so that I can better talk with some of the other elves here. I feel like I'm missing out on a lot by only understanding common,” you said, hopefully, convincing enough that there were no other motives behind your words. He smiled and took the book from your hands. “You might have had better success at learning it yourself if you hadn’t picked up the advanced book, but nevertheless, I’m glad you came to me. I’d love to teach you.” Once again, you wanted to slam your head into a wall.

With Legolas teaching you now, progress was finally being made. Ironically enough, starting off with the advanced book actually set you up to pick up the words and grammar faster. “Now, how would you go about asking me the weather outside?” Legolas asked you. “Uhhhh…” you massaged your forehead, 

“Goheno nin, hîr, no cerich henias man sui i ’waew na bevin?” (Excuse me sir, would you happen to know what the weather is like outside?)

“That's very good, a bit formal, but you're doing well,” Legolas reached over the table and patted you on the shoulder. You felt yourself lean into his touch. Oh you were whipped for him. So far, you’ve made good progress on translating the songs?..poems?? Whatever he's been singing to you at night as you drifted off. You mainly managed to do so by slipping in the harder words you’ve yet to understand, and have him explain the meaning. 

You lifted the right end of the book, where your piece of paper that has Legolas’ song transcribed lay under, and wrote in the new piece of translated information. In the corner of your eye, you see Legolas peering over, trying to see what you’re writing down. You quickly place the end of the book down, covering the paper, and you turn back to face him. “What are you hiding (y/n)?” He smiles and leans in closer to your face. You feel your face heat up, and you back up a bit. “I’m just taking notes on what I’ve learned so far!” You smile awkwardly at him. “Hmm…why don't we end it for today? We’ve been working all day, and you’re looking a bit tired. We can pick it back up tomorrow.” He said as he stood up from his chair and petted the back of your head. You nodded, and you watched him leave your room. Waiting until he closed the door, you pulled out your piece of paper from under your book and went back to working hard to transcribe his words. 

Before you knew it, it was dark out, and your eyelids were feeling heavy. You laid your head on the book and thought about Legolas and your time together. You had fallen in love with him, and hard. You were tired of the unspoken thing between the two of you. You wanted answers. Was he this close and tender with all his friends? You hoped that for your sake, the answer was no. Letting out a sigh, you closed your eyes and let yourself rest on top of the book. 

Not knowing how much time has passed, you hear the door open and a familiar voice speak. “(y/n)?...Oh,” It was Legolas, but for whatever reason, you didn’t open your eyes to meet his, thinking it's better to feign being asleep. Legolas walks over to you, places the small bowl of fruit he brought for you down on the table, and begins to pet your hair. Quietly, like all times before, he begins to sing to you, 

“I aur minuial renia lendui, Mi lain gellad Anor glawar. Nathon dín, bronad lín lín, Le lostad mi ’ôl, úva faeg.

Lúg lín darthar sui rhaw peled, Ú-dirn lín a gannel linnad. Cuil lín, gwanas sídh a thand, Linnath dín na nathon pendui.

Nathon tegi i línath na dhû lín, Il-lain sui i nór naurui. Ú-darathon edro ammen aníron-”

“Meleth darthar, darthar ú-bediad, love waits, and waits without a plea…did I get it right?” You speak, eyes still closed, interrupting him mid-song. He finally noticed the writing next to your head and recognized it as the words to his song, partially transcribed into common. “Perhaps I'm too good of a teacher, is that why you asked me to help you learn Sindarn?” Legolas smiled down at you. Opening your eyes, you raised your head up from the book and rubbed your eyes awake. “I just…I needed to know what you were saying. You sing the words with such sweet tenderness, I needed to understand what it was you were saying to me. I needed to know how you felt about me,” you said quietly, averting your gaze. Legolas walks around you to pick up the piece of paper. His eyebrows raise, impressed with how much you've managed to translate so far. “You still have some lines left to translate, would you like me to tell you the rest?” he says, looking down at you, smiling. You smile back at him and nod your head. He comes down to kneel on one knee. “Then I shall start from the beginning,”

“The morning tiptoes soft and slow, With golden threads of sunlit glow. But I stay still, and hold my breath, You lie in dreams, untouched by death.

Your lashes rest like painted wings, Unmoved by dawn or birds that sing. Your chest, a rhythm calm and true, A quiet song I sway into.

I trace the lines upon your face, Each one a map, a sacred place. I dare not wake you with my need Love waits, and waits without a plea.

The day can bloom, the world can spin, But here’s where all my truths begin. For in this hush, this tender hush, I watch you sleep, and feel the rush

Of all the lives we’ve yet to live, Of all the love I’ve yet to give. So sleep, my love, and dream your fill I’ll be right here. I always will.” As he's finishing the last stanza, his hand comes to caress your cheek. “Gin melon”(I love you), he says before leaning into to place a kiss on your lips. “I love you too,” you reply, smiling from ear to ear.

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Painted Sky

Legolas x Reader (One Shot)

Word Count: 1.1K

A/N: First time writing for Legolas and first fic on this new account, so please let me know what y'all think! The reader is written as gender neutral, but is mentioned as having long enough hair to be braided, but other than that, it's just tooth-rotting fluff :]

The crisp early morning air bites at your face as you stare out into the large open field in front of you. The sun is just about to rise, the dark night sky now a periwinkle color with a small line of orange peaking over the faraway mountains, calling in the arrival of the sun. You had left your shared bed with Legolas early to set off to capture on canvas the perfect painting of dawn. Still, it wasn’t without fighting the urge to crawl back to bed after seeing Legolas peacefully sleeping, wrapped in multiple blankets. Sleeping on his side, his arm resting on the empty space next to him where your sleeping form used to be. A part of you thought that maybe you should paint the peaceful scene of Legolas sleeping instead. He’d already been the subject of many of your paintings, but really you were just stalling so you wouldn’t have to walk out into the cold forest hauling ass with your heavy easel, canvas, and painting supplies. But yet you did.

With nothing but the sound of your brush against the canvas and the morning doves waking up and chirping, your mind wandered once again to the sight of Legolas sleeping in bed. His toned arms against the warm blankets, His long blonde hair lay perfectly on the pillows beneath his head. Even in his sleep, not a single hair was out of place. How was that even possible? You snapped yourself out of that memory the second you felt yourself starting to drool. You’re not one to kid yourself; your husband was attractive, but now was not the time to admire his beauty in your head. You had to focus, dawn only lasted so long, and you had already drawn out the scenery with your pencils. Getting paint on the canvas right now was your main priority. Legolas’ pretty face could come later, and maybe you would have him model for another one of your paintings later today. 

“I figured it must have been a good enough reason if you woke and left bed earlier than me.” As if summoned by your thoughts, Legolas’ voice rang behind you, startling you, the sound of his feet against the tall grass as he walked up beside you, admiring your painting in progress. He stood there in silence, his hand resting on your back, rubbing small circles, a smile on his face as he continued to watch you paint. His eyes moved from staring at your hand, then to the view in front of you two, and finally back to you. Admiring your beauty as you work. “Your speed always amazes me,” he says, leaning in slightly to view your handiwork. You let out a light laugh, “I have to on this occasion, I'm in a race against the sun before the lightning around the scenery changes”. “If only I had the power to halt time so that you could paint without haste,” he said as his hand left your back as he began to walk ahead of you into the field you’re currently painting. You see him lower himself down to one knee against the tall grass. You peek over the canvas to try and see what he was up to, and there he is, plucking flowers from the field and placing them into his other hand. An idea pops into your head, and near the bottom left corner of the canvas, you quickly blot out a tiny figure in the canvas. Nothing too detailed yet, but just enough to paint in the rough features of your husband picking flowers, and you did it just in time too, as Legolas rose from his position and walked back to his original position behind you. He turned his head in the direction of your painting and saw the new addition on the canvas and smiled to himself. With one hand, he starts to brush your hair with his fingers. You pause your painting and you move your head slightly to look back at him. “What are you up to now?” you questioned him with a playful tone in your voice. “You deserve to work without your hair in your face,” ever so thoughtful, he was right. There was a slight breeze this morning, giving you a chill and causing your hair to hit your face every other minute. As he went to work braiding your hair, so did you on your painting. 

You both worked in a peaceful silence, occasionally broken with silly banter and updates on the goings-on of the people in your lives. Apparently King and Queen Aragorn and Arwen are expecting their first child, and Hobbit Samwise Gamgee got married recently. In return, you updated him on the current state of the mineral pigment trading world and the current shortage of blue pigment, meaning that if you don't get your next delivery of blue mineral pigment in time tomorrow, your current painting will have to be put on hold for two weeks. As you finished telling him about your current pigment dilemma, Legolas finished braiding your hair. You stopped painting and put your brush down to reach your hand around to feel the elaborate braids. You also felt something else…flowers. Legolas had braided in the flowers you watched him pick earlier. A big smile graced your face, and you turned around to face him. Legolas' hands came to rest on your hips when you turned around, gazing lovingly at your smiling face. “So that’s why you were picking flowers, and here I thought you were collecting new flowers for my nightstand flower vase,” you said, tucking his hair behind his pointed ear and staring into his piercing blue eyes before leaning in to place a kiss on his soft pink lips. “I have other flowers in mind that would suit your vase better,” he said before breaking eye contact to look at the sky. The sun is now fully in the sky, shining bright. “How about you pack up your supplies for the morning and join me for breakfast?” You turn around to glance at the sky, a bright blue now no longer periwinkle. His offer is quite tempting; your stomach has been grumbling for the past hour, not to mention the scenery has changed far from where the painting started. “Only if you make my favorite,” you say, “You have yourself a deal,” Legolas replies before raising your hand to kiss your knuckles, covered in dried paint. You giggle and start packing up your supplies, with Legolas right behind you, helping you by carrying your canvas and easel. You both walked back hand in hand, happily discussing how the two of you will spend your day together, with the sound of songbirds chirping the morning away.

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HELLO THERE

Made this account bc after 7 years of not writing fan fiction I’ve come back to it bc dear god there’s a big lack of Diaval x reader fics from the Maleficent movie, and also there’s other characters I wanna write for too so yeah…

Characters I write for! (will be updated as i continue to get back into writing!):

- Diaval (Maleficent 2014)

- Legolas (LOTR)

[tyranicaldeity]

The cheating on the elves broke me 😭

Could you do some head cannons ab how Legolas, Arwen, Thranduil would be like when mated for life? 🥺 I like to imagine some lovingly devoted to their partner and some (mainly thranduil) near obsessive over their partner. I also imagine that if the reader was a clueless mortal when it came to elven knowledge, their partner mating for life with them might be a shock to them but nevertheless in awe and in love deeply with their elf partner

here's my apology for the cheating reaction :,)

LOTR/The Hobbit Elves | Pairing with them for life as a mortal human

{ Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit Masterlist } Legolas, Arwen, Thranduil GN!reader

Legolas

Legolas is so much more action than word; very quietly but intensely devoted to you

Once he feel himself bonded to you, he calls you nicknames in private, like "meleth nin" or "melamin", while you just accept it, not actually knowing what it means

He is never far from your side, and you begin to notice how often he is shadowing you

Popping up in the halls of Rivendell, checking on you

Following you when you wander a bit far from the fellowship camp, doesn't say anything to you, but just follows (like "oohh where we going now?😊")

Or when you're in his father's palace, he is never not in the same room, even if he's just lying on the couch while you draw nearby

He becomes very patient with your mortal customs and quirks, trying to remember that you don't always realise the extent of the bond he has with you because you don't have that in your mortal culture

Teaches you elven customs slowly, but keeps the depth of his bond very quiet until the moment is right

Tells you after you have a near-death experience though, when you were struck with a few arrows and lost a lot of blood

He got very scared and when you got better, he wanted you to know just what it would mean for him if something happened to you

He even picks up some mortal habits from you to make you feel more comfortable, like sleeping next to you at night or drinking tea and coffee in the morning

If you're changing for him, he also wants to change for you

If you were to pass away before him (likely), he would never bond again, living his grief quietly but endlessly

Arwen

This elven beauty, she understands deep love like no other

If she had mated for life with a clueless mortal, she would at first be very conflicted and worried

The thought of you dying one day while she lives on would consume her, and so she wouldn't tell you for a while

Would ease you into it, only telling you when you had proven to be just as devoted to her

But before that, she would show you poems or songs that talk about the magical, endless bond that was elf mates

And despite her softness, she is fiercely protective of you

Anyone who even dares to threaten or bring you harm would be meeting her sharp tongue and her sharp sword

That goes for even elves around Rivendell that found it funny sometimes to give you a hard time

Holds a territorial streak, never being super physical about it, but simply just having a strong presence around you that just states "mine"

And of course, knowing her, she would give up everything she ever has in order to live a fulfilling life with you, if it meant that there would never be a time again where you both were not together

But she would never view giving up her immortality as a loss, but about the unbreakable devotion and love that she feels towards you

She has very fierce romantic gestures towards you as well, like hands brushing along your jaw, or pressing her forehead against yours when she is saying goodbye to you for a short time

If you are unsure about the gravity of the elvish bond, Arwen would reassure you everyday, through little gestures, unwavering loyalty, and spoken Elvish endearments

Thranduil

A proud, obsessive and possessive bond

He does not fuck around, he bonded and he bonded hard

Eternal, absolute and borderline terrifying in it's intensity

He doesn't only bond with you, he claims you

Courts you with expensive gifts, your own exclusive rooms in the halls of his castle, and not being able to go anywhere without there being one of his guards there as well

And when he says "you are mine" and "you belong to me", he means it in the eternal, ancient elf traditional way

He actually has trouble with the cultural differences between you two, and gets frustrated when you are not aware of how intense this bond between you two actually is

Like you just frown and blink at him when he brings up how you being friendly to another male elf made him feel the need to show you were not up for grabs, and that you were already mated

Also grows annoyed and possessive over the idea that you cannot feel the bond due to being a mortal, he acts nonchalant and unbothered, but on the inside it eats him alive

But at the same time, he is still deeply protective and sees you as something he needs to keep under his wing, your precious and fragile

Dresses you in elegant, elven clothes to show you're his

He even seeks magical alternatives that may help in extending your life, and not telling you until he succeeds

His love is fierce for his mortal mate, and he would burn kingdoms for them

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