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Elves with an insecure reader (part 2)

For the previous part click here -> Part 1

Characters: Rog, Celegorm, Argon, Beleg

Rog: Rog is an elf accustomed to strength, action and determination. He's not someone who shows his feelings easily, and he's certainly not adept at dealing with the emotions of others. So when they start showing signs of your insecurities, he would have a really hard time understanding how to deal with the situation. He would notice your sadness or hesitation, but his first reaction would be a mix of frustration and confusion. “Why do you let these things get you down?” he could ask you, but he would do it with a direct and somewhat abrupt tone that could hurt you... he wouldn't do it on purpose, but because he really wouldn't understand it. At the beginning it was a burden for him, he ignored your feelings thinking that the best way to deal with something was to move forward without thinking too much, a bit like what happened in battle... Rog had grown up like this; life in the forges was fast, difficult and independent, you couldn't count on anyone but yourself and to survive it was necessary to gain strength, eliminating your weaknesses before they affected you. When he noticed that you were sad or unsure, he would just stay silent, almost hoping that you would get over it on your own. He was the type to offer you practical solutions, rather than attentive listening: “Why do you worry about this? There is always a way to improve.” However, with time you would realize that your doubts and insecurities are not something that can be solved with a simple strategy. Unfortunately, after hundreds of years in which his empathy had been forcibly suppressed, he no longer knew how to bring it back to the surface. So he would still not do anything in particular to address your problems, but he would definitely no longer belittle you like he did in the beginning. He would have understood that everyone fights their battles differently and that not everyone is strong in the same way. For him, accepting your fears and fragilities meant respecting your individuality, recognizing that your way of dealing with it was as valid as his. He would never again tell you that your emotions were "weaknesses" or that you should simply ignore them, because he would understand that his role was not to change you, but to protect and support you. It was precisely the thousand emotions that you were able to express without fear that made him fall in love, and he felt stupid for having forgotten it and trying to make you become cold like him. And if one of those difficult days he didn't have time to dedicate to you due to his work, he would head towards the door of your room as always. Before leaving, however, he would turn towards you and give you a kind and almost imperceptible smile, to let you know that he had noticed your mood. That simple gesture, would be his way of telling you that, even if he had to leave, you were never alone. So, despite not knowing how to help you directly, he would have chosen to be your refuge, accepting every part of you without any judgement, because for him your strength was precisely that ability to be authentic even in your insecurities.

Celegorm: Come on guys, feeling insecure with Celegorm would be the order of the day. His reputation as a "Don Juan" is known throughout the territory and before starting a courtship with you he used to conquer and deceive many women of all races; consequently his romantic experiences were numerous and very different form each other. You knew very well that he had never been as serious with anyone as he was with you, but you still felt you had some shortcomings, both on an aesthetic level and in… skills. You often found yourself spending whole nights thinking about how many adventures your loved one had been through and how he must have been with someone more beautiful than you, bursting into tears and thinking about how you could improve yourself. To make matters worse, Celegorm received advances when you were in public. Even though your engagement was official, there were quite a few women who didn't care and, driven by pure and blind selfishness, showed off their every talent to the blond elf to attract his attention, even when you were at his side. The nature of the son of Feanor, however, was the same: he loved to be worshiped, to see women writhing with the desire to be possessed by him, so he rarely turned around and pretended nothing had happened. Until… One day it was too much for you... you were walking through the market when a beautiful elf approached and started hitting on the blond, completely ignoring you. With winking glances and seductive words, he did everything to attract his attention and Celegorm, as usual, responded with a pleased smile and amused by the situation. At one point, the elf turned to you, with a contemptuous sneer: "You should dump an insecure crybaby like her. She cries because she knows she's not good enough for you." Celegorm didn't immediately notice your tears, but when he turned and saw your face marked by pain, he was surprised. You ran away, unable to hold back your tears. You had never allowed yourself to cry in front of him, you didn't want him to consider you weak or even see you as one of those girls who complained about everything, so you had always swallowed and moved on. This time, however, you had collapsed... hearing another woman who should only support you and give you strength to create self-confidence, demean you in that way had destroyed you. Celegorm followed you, but it took a while for him to reach you due to the crowd. "Why did you run away?" he asked, still unaware of his behavior. With a tearful voice, you explained to him how inadequate you felt and how his interactions with other women made you feel small. Those words hit Celegorm like an arrow. For the first time, he realized that he was losing you because of his pride. It was on that occasion that he confided in you the reason why he had chosen you among all the women he could have had: "I chose you because you are the only one who sees beyond my name and my lineage. You are the only one who has had the courage to love me for who I really am and not for being the son of a king... Without you, everything else has no value.”

Argon: Being very young as an elf, it is very likely that you were his first acquaintance. It wasn't common among elves to have many serious partners in their lifetime, but that didn't stop some of them from having fun and gaining experience if they wanted to. However, Argon's introverted and apathetic character worked in your favor, ensuring that you had a serious and reliable person at your side. However, the same thing could not be said regarding the compatibility of your characters. Compared to him (not that it needed much), you were much more sociable, and you tried to express your emotions as often as possible to make others understand who you were. This aspect, combined with Argon's lack of relational experience, created quite a few communication problems between you. Situations where you, due to your personal insecurities, were sad or even burst into tears were very common; you felt incomplete, inferior, as if what you were wasn't enough to make you worthy of being among other people, and whenever this happened, Argon was really in difficulty, he didn't know how to treat you! His brother Fingon advised him to do something concrete towards you and not to behave in a distant way as he had always done in the family, to get closer to you and do something to make you stop suffering, but this was in strong contrast with the nature of Argon. He was afraid of being intrusive if he got closer, but at the same time he didn't want to seem indifferent to your pain. For this reason his reactions were often antithetical to the previous ones: once he tried to take your hand, another time he improvised an unsuccessful motivational speech, another time he even retrieved a bouquet of withered flowers from the field near the castle. However, over time, Argon began to understand that he didn't need perfect words or elaborate gestures to make you feel loved. All those deeds had one lack in common, namely presence; although the dark-haired man's gestures were designed to make you feel loved, there was a lack of involvement, there was a lack of desire on his part to understand what the pain was and the mistake of just trying to make you feel better without solving it. He realized that sometimes the best thing he could do was simply be there. Even as uncertainty gripped him, he learned to sit beside you in silence, offering his presence to you as an anchor of tranquility amid the storm of your emotions. Gradually, Argon understood that, although he was different from you, he could be a valuable support precisely because his calm and measured approach were a reassuring contrast to your emotionality.

Beleg: Beleg is a very patient and persevering elf, a skilled hunter who knows the wild nature and depths of the forests. This close contact with an extremely chaotic and changing world allowed him to cultivate a great gift: listening. In fact, unlike many other warrior elves, he has a more empathetic and caring soul, and it is precisely this that would make him particularly sensitive to your insecurities. When Beleg would notice your moments of insecurity, he would never try to force a solution or downplay your feelings. He would never be abrupt or hasty; rather than directly telling you what to do or how to feel, he would sit next to you, listening carefully and without interrupting, allowing you to vent without judgment. He won't try to tell you that you're wrong or that you should feel differently; instead, he will tell you stories of the forest, of how even the tallest and strongest trees were once fragile and uncertain sprouts, and how they had to face storms and hardships to become what they are now. Through these stories, he would help yourself to see these challenges in a different light, as part of your growth and your journey, making you understand that your strength also lies in your ability to face difficulty. Beleg would always find little ways to make you smile or distract you. He might take you into the woods, show you a hidden path, or teach you how to shoot with a bow, telling you how important it is to be patient with yourself, just like when learning to draw an arrow. You need to analyze the wind, what will be its direction, the force with which to shoot it, any obstacles and many other aspects. It's not easy to learn, it takes time, and the same goes for your difficulties. It would be paradoxical to already know how to deal with a problem (otherwise it wouldn't be called that), and it hurt him to see how much you blamed yourself for not being able to be as you would like. This is why he very often tried to include them in your life like something normal. He wouldn't do it to push you to be stronger, but to make you understand that you shouldn't get down like that, because you have plenty of time to find your way.

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Elves with an insecure reader (part 1)

A/N: I apologize in advance but for this time I preferred to divide the story into two parts because I really wanted to deeply analyze this aspect of insecurity which I care a lot about. For this reason, putting them all together would have been too long and chaotic. There will be 4 characters in this one and 4 in the next one, who do you think they will be? (Remember that English is not my first language so I hope I wrote in the best way <3)

For the following part click here -> Part 2

Characters: Galdor, Maedhros, Maglor, Glorfindel

Galdor: I think we can all agree that with Galdor by your side it would be IMPOSSIBLE to feel insecure. The brown elf is so loving and caring that, whenever you have any insecurity, he would shower you with sincere and affectionate praise, making you feel like the most precious creature in all of Belerian. He would never allow a doubt to creep into your heart, especially when it comes to the way you see or perceive yourself. If your insecurity issues were purely aesthetic, I can assure you that he would never make you doubt your beauty. In his eyes you are an angel, a pure soul that only deserves to be preserved and he would be the last elf in the world capable of making you compete with anyone else. He wouldn't look at any woman and would never do anything disrespectful towards you, so it would be more unique than rare to have this kind of insecurity with him. However, as regards non-aesthetic problems, which therefore come from you, he would be by your side like no other person could. Even before you could say anything, he would already be working on it. In fact, Galdor would have a natural talent in capturing the moments when his beloved is feeling down. He would notice it from the little things; the way your breathing becomes shorter and more held, your gaze lowering, or your body movements becoming slower and less confident. And promptly, as if it were written in his DNA, he would have the most suitable reactions to comfort you and bring you back to him. Even in moments of panic, where you could become aggressive and seemingly intractable, he always managed to make you calm down and realize how far from reality your paranoia was. One thing guys, he would NEVER judge you, he would NEVER belittle any of your fears, he would always and only try to make you understand how distant the monsters in your head were from real life, from you. He was always so kind, so reassuring, so perfect that it seemed unreal. Any praise he would offer you would be genuine, not dictated by the need to make you feel better, but because, in his eyes, your qualities are evident. And it hurts him so much every time to see how much pain he causes you needlessly. How can you not see how perfect you are? He would really like you to see yourself through his eyes…

Maedhros: I firmly believe that with Maedhros, your insecurities would definitely come from his role and family situation. Being the first son of the king he would certainly have countless expectations behind him and his role would require many responsibilities which would inevitably fall on you too. Most likely you didn't come from a noble family, you didn't have a large inheritance and in addition you weren't even a pure elf, so this created quite a few insecurities and shortcomings that couldn't be calmed. However, this did not interfere with your love. Maedhros has always been by your side from the first moment, supporting you and making you understand that he did not want any woman other than you, even if that other met the requirements expected from the wife of a future elven king. There had certainly been some attempt on Feanor's part to match his son with an elf of noble lineage before you were accepted by him, but without success. In fact, he always feared that you wanted his son for money and power, and he was indignant that, not being able to offer anything, you only wanted to rip out his heart and exploit it. But he soon realized that, despite the benefits that marriages between powerful people could provide, the feeling would be in vain, and therefore a useless force (on the other hand, remember that Maedhros never married, so I imagine that was not of vital importance for Feanor). It took a while to change his mind and make him realize that you really cared about him, and when that happened the situation calmed down slightly. Feanor's strong and greedy character was difficult to identify and you never understood if he had ever really accepted you or if he just tolerated you, and not being fully appreciated by him made you suffer a lot. But the fact that he knew how deep your love for his son was, was enough. Furthermore, the redhead would become even more sensitive and sweet after Angband. He himself had fought against his insecurities after his imprisonment and the pain caused by the loss of his hand... precisely for this reason he understood more than anyone else what it meant to feel vulnerable. You had always been by his side, you had never judged him for his fears and weaknesses, giving him all the strength he needed, so he would never have allowed himself to let you suffer alone. Maedhros would be patient, never forcing you to talk about your insecurities if you don't feel like it, but always remaining by your side, ready to offer you his comfort when you are ready to open up.

Maglor: Maglor would be very capable at dealing with an insecure person. Although he wasn't the eldest brother, he was certainly the most mature and empathetic in the family and for this reason he often found himself having to deal with little crying pests or giving them strength when they didn't feel up to Feanor's expectations. I want to clarify one thing, because I believe that in Maglor's eyes, having an insecure person alongside would be a great fortune. In fact, if on the paternal side traits such as strength, determination and pride were strengthened, on her side, Nerdanel placed great emphasis on maintaining humility and humanity, love for life and the attempt to preserve it. Their mother was in fact against all the atrocities that her husband wanted to commit and it was she who had kept his impulses in check for the first period of their marriage. However, when he urged the Noldor to abandon Valinor, she refused to follow him, remaining faithful to his values. The separation, however, caused great pain to Maglor who, in part, felt responsible for following them as the "only maternal and reasonable figure" who could stand by her brothers. He never wanted to leave his home but he was afraid of what could happen to them in the hands of his father's violent obsession with power. Consequently, for him it was like being able to always keep a part of your mother and all of her teachings alive in you, not having to always be forced to pretend to be "detached" to gain respect in a world much crueler than he would have ever imagined. In fact, when your insecurity arose, helping you overcome it made him feel good, made him feel useful. Maglor was also very unsure of himself, not in terms of his diplomatic or artistic skills, but in terms of feeling valid, feeling necessary. In fact, he thought he was not usefull and was a simple secondary character without any fundamental role... but when he helped others he felt important, as being someone's support, as his mother had taught him, becomes the necessary condition that allows your sun to shine, and you surely were all his light.

Glorfindel: Despite his imposing figure and status, Glorfindel would be very attentive to the feelings of the person he loves and would make it his main goal to eliminate even the smallest traces of insecurity or worry in you. But the way he would do it, oh boy, would it really make you laugh. Given how deep the love and the respect he has for you is, just to see you smile and stop the cold tears from staining your face, he would go so far as to embarrass himself; he would never worry about appearing uncomfortable in public if it meant making you feel better. In fact, very often, Glorfindel would resort to gestures that are both exaggerated and unexpected. Imagine finding him in the middle of the square in Gondolin telling some awkward joke or improvising some stupid interaction with the world around you to try to make you smile. If someone looked at him with perplexity, the blond elf wouldn't worry in the slightest: the only thing that matters to him is seeing your face shine again. And if that meant putting aside his heroic and dignified figure for a few minutes, he would do so without hesitation. His clumsiness is not just an attempt to distract you, but also a way to show you that you are much more important to him than his reputation or pride. And when he finally sees your expression relax and your eyes shine again, he would approach you with a disarming tenderness. "You see?" he would say with a playful smile but a very serious tone, "If I can make fun of myself to make you feel better, then no doubt or insecurity should ever faze you. You are much stronger than all of that."

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How would genshin man help you if you were afraid of thunder on a stormy night?

A/N: Remember that English is not my first language so I hope I wrote in the best way <3

Situation: That evening, night had fallen very quickly on Teyvat. The approaching storm seemed to have hastened the twilight, and soon the sky was filled with thick, dark, ever-moving clouds. The wind began to whisper through the trees, with a delicacy that hinted at the strength it would soon unleash. The rain began to fall slowly, like a musical prelude, a symphony that accompanied the arrival of night. The flashes illuminated the sky with a sudden silvery light, revealing for a moment the wild beauty of nature. Each flash was followed by a distant murmur, a thunder that was heard like an ancient song of the earth, when then, suddenly, a thunder louder than the others pierced the silence, causing an explosion that made you jump. Your heart began to beat faster, and in that moment of disorientation, you instinctively sought the comfort of someone you knew could calm your fears.

Characters: Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya, Wriothesley, Itto,

Zhongli= You were in Liyue Harbor, but the landscape was shrouded in a terrible storm. The sky above the port was a sea of dark clouds, crossed by lightning that fleetingly illuminated the imposing mountains and the traditional roofs of the houses. The port itself was a chaos of fury and movement: the waves, high and tumultuous, crashed violently against the piers, raising spray that mixed with the impetuous wind. The boats, at the mercy of this stormy sea, swayed frantically, like toys in the waves. The entire sea seemed like a vortex of energy and anger, dragging everything in its path into its unstoppable turmoil. Then, suddenly, a thunderclap split the sky, its roar so powerful it seemed to penetrate your bones. The deafening noise jolted you out of your dream, causing you to snap awake. The chaos of the storm, which seemed so real and immediate in your dream, faded into the darkness of your room, replaced by the din of the storm outside that now enveloped you in the real world. Freed from your blankets, you turned to the side of the bed and saw Zhongli standing by the window watching the storm. "Everything OK?" He asked you. “Yes, I was just scared by the thunder, sorry if I disturbed you.” Zhongli shook his head with a gentle smile and motioned for you to come closer. “You don't have to apologize,” he said, placing a warm, reassuring hand on your shoulder, moving the hair covering it. “It's natural to be scared of the storm. Even the loudest noise can make us feel small and vulnerable.” He looked out the window, observing the stormy clouds with a peaceful gaze. “You know, storms always have an end,” he added in a calm tone. “Even when they seem so intense and scary, they're just a moment that will pass. And in the meantime, it's normal to feel a little overwhelmed." As he spoke, lightning lit up the sky, followed by thunder that rumbled through the room. You jumped slightly, but Zhongli tightened his grip on your shoulder, reassuring you with his calm presence. “You don't have to face the storm alone,” he said. “We can just stay here, together, and listen to the rain.” With a quiet gesture, Zhongli pointed out two particularly dark clouds to you. “Watch,” he said, as a blue flash promptly split the sky, illuminating the dark night. “This is how the accumulated energy finds its way out, with a little eye you will also be able to understand where they will form, and in that moment you will understand that you have nothing to fear.” You felt reassured by his words and his calm way of dealing with the situation. Even though the thunder continued to shake the night, Zhongli's presence by your side made the storm less scary. In that moment, you understood that you didn't always have to be brave alone; sometimes, having someone to share your fears with made everything more tolerable.

Diluc=When you woke with a start, a sense of dread enveloped you. The storm continued to rage outside the window and the roar was amplified by the lightning that pierced the darkness. Instinctively you turned towards the other side of the bed in search of your companion, but instead of his figure you only found a pillow and the blanket as if it had been redone. Panic washed over you as you tried to figure out where he had gone. You quickly got out of bed, your heart pounding in your chest. You immediately ran towards the door of the room, desperately searching for his presence and when you opened it, you glimpsed a warm light coming from the study. You breathed a sigh of relief and with your heart still beating wildly, you took a few small steps to grab the handle. As soon as he saw you, Diluc looked up. His eyes softened and his worried expression turned into a small grimace of understanding. With a small smile, he noticed your disheveled hair and couldn't help but chuckle slightly. "Did the storm scare you?" he asked in a sweet tone, trying to understand your mood. At your affirmative nod, Diluc stood up from his chair and gently took your hand. Without saying a word, he guided you towards the small kitchen. He grabbed a warm blanket from a nearby chair and placed it gently over your shoulders. He sat you down at a wooden table and began making hot tea, the scent of herbs filling the air. Diluc moved calmly and precisely, concentrating on his gestures. The water boiled on the stove while he took two cups and poured the tea. Without saying anything, he handed one to you, his fingers brushing over yours in a reassuring touch. You snuggled closer into the blanket, sipping the hot herbal tea and watching the storm rage outside the window as your man sat next to you. After a while, Diluc looked at you with a small smile and asked in a quiet voice, “Is it good?” You nodded and thanked him, the warmth of his gesture more than enough to make you feel safe. Diluc smiled back at you, happy to know that his simple gesture was enough to comfort you.

Kaeya=When you woke up, you found yourself immersed in a storm you hadn't anticipated. Although you had noticed the dark clouds and strong winds during the day, you had not expected such a violent storm. Thunder roared and lightning pierced the darkness of the night, flooding the room with intermittent flashes. You turned to your man in panic and discovered, without too many surprises, that he too had been awakened by the roar of the night due to his light sleep. "What happens?" Kaeya asked, sleepily rubbing one eye. When you told him that it was the thunder that scared you, he couldn't help but chuckle and an amused smile formed on his face. It was too much, how could he laugh while you were so fragile for a moment? He didn't even give you time to answer him in kind before with a quick movement, he hugged you tightly, burying your face in his neck; his enveloping warmth and presence infused you with immediate peace. “Stop worrying, beautiful,” he said in a reassuring tone, “you're safe with me.” As you snuggled into him, you couldn't help but think how little other people knew about this side of the captain. His usual air of mystery and charming demeanor hid a sweetness and tenderness that only you were privileged to see. At that moment, you felt that you were the only one who had access to this intimate corner of his heart. And yet, even in such a situation, Kaeya couldn't miss out on some provocation. With a playful smile, he added, “And don't worry, it's not like the thunder can come in here to get us.” His joke made you smile, but the security of his embrace was so enveloping that you didn't pay too much attention to it, letting yourself be lulled by the regular rhythm of his breathing and the tranquility he exuded.

Wriothesley (warning: fear of aggression that didn't happen) = When a sudden scream pierced the night, Wriothesley sprang to his feet without hesitation. He was focused on a job for the managing of the fortress, but the sound of your voice full of terror, made him immediately abandon everything. The document he was reading was abandoned on the desk and the pen fell, hitting the floor hard as he rushed towards the shared room, his heart pounding with worry that someone had broken in to attack you. As soon as he opened the door with a decisive movement, he found you curled up in bed, trembling and with a face marked by panic. Loud thunder rumbled outside, making the walls vibrate, and he immediately knew what had scared you. In an instant, Wriothesley was beside you, sitting on the bed and enveloping you in a protective hug. “Hey, it's okay,” he whispered in a soothing voice, his arms holding you tight, trying to make you feel safe. “I'm here, there's nothing to be afraid of. It's just a storm, it will pass soon.” The warmth of his body and the security of his hold began to slow your heartbeat. His hand, strong and reassuring, moved through your hair, while the other held you close to him with a determination that spoke more than a thousand words. The fear that had overwhelmed you slowly faded, replaced by the profound feeling that, with Wriothesley by your side, no storm, real or figurative, could touch you. In that moment, while the world outside continued to rage, you realized that next to him, you were truly safe from any danger, because you know he would do anything for you.

Itto=The storm raged with full force. Thunder rumbled and lightning illuminated the room with a ghostly glow. Sitting on the couch, you clutched your pillow, trying to control the racing of your heart with each burst of noise. Itto, next to you, seemed unfazed by the chaos outside. When he noticed your scared reaction, his face lit up with a smile that mixed determination and amusement. “Don't worry,” Itto said, pausing dramatically as the sound of thunder filled the room. “This storm is trying to test us, as if it wants to challenge us to see who is more powerful!” Your shocked gaze met with his accomplice, then he continued, “And you know what? I accept the challenge. With every thunder we hear, we prove that we can be stronger, more courageous. We must show that nothing can scare us!”. Itto's tone was playful but true, as if he was facing the storm in some kind of friendly competition. He got up from the sofa and, with a theatrical gesture, pretended to prepare for a great battle against the noise of the storm. “Every thunder you hear is like a blow from the storm,” he explained. “But we respond with our courage and our smile. This is how we win this challenge!” When more thunder roared, Itto raised his arms and, with a playful cry, began counting down to an imaginary "counterattack." His exaggerated behavior and enthusiasm made you laugh, and slowly the fear began to fade. “Imagine that we are gladiators of the storm,” Itto said with a smile, “and every noise we make is our response to the challenge of the sky!” His ability to turn the storm into a kind of playful challenge and his encouraging attitude helped you see the situation in a different light. The initial fear faded and the outside noise became mere background to your little competition against the storm. "You see?" Itto said, lowering his arms with a triumphant smile. “We have shown that we can face anything with a little spirit and courage. This storm can make all the noise it wants, but we are stronger!”

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What would the elves give you as a gift?

A/N: Hi everyone, in these headcanons I have included what I think would be the gifts that our beloved elves would give us in special situations. Remember that English is not my first language so I hope I wrote in the best way <3

Characters: Galdor, Maedhros, Glorfindel, Maglor, Celegorm

Galdor: a bouquet of flowers (I'm SURE that Galdor would be the kind of elf to give you a bouquet of fresh flowers whenever he could.)

Every day, after attending meetings in the city to discuss strategies and defense plans, Galdor would go into the woods and fields surrounding the city to pick a bouquet of fresh flowers for you. The flowers he chose were the most beautiful and colorful he could find: white lilies, red roses, wild daisies... he picked them carefully, taking care not to ruin the petals, and took them to your rooms. He would then leave them on a table next to the bed so that in the morning you could wake up with the scent of their delicate fragrances. You loved watching them as they slowly opened, revealing their beauty to the world, as if those flowers were the symbol of your love. Every morning you woke up with a smile on your face, ready to face the day with a heart full of gratitude.

And so, day after day, Galdor continued to bring you the most beautiful flowers that nature could offer, demonstrating his love and dedication in a tangible and constant way. You knew well that you were the luckiest person in the world to have the love of such a kind and caring elf.

Maedhros: a ring

After his terrible imprisonment in Angband, Maedhros was finally free among his brothers. A lot of time had passed but the pain of losing his hand still caused strong emotions in him. His heart was full of bitterness and anger for what he had suffered, but it was right there that he realized how much you meant to him. It was your voice, your stories and your support that kept him holding on to hope during the long years of imprisonment but also the only person to help him differentiate the dream from reality when darkness took over his mind and everyone feared him. So he decided he needed to give you something special. He spent days thinking about what he could do to you, until he had an epiphany. He went to a small workshop where, as a child, his father had taught him the basics of the goldsmith's trade. With an expert but somewhat rusty hand, Maedhros began to carefully work a ring. Every time his hand trembled from fatigue, the thought of your smile gave him the strength to carry on. Finally, after days of intense work, the gift was ready. (…)

The setting sun painted the sky with orange tones, while you and your elf admired the sunset from the window of your rooms. “For you,” he said, handing you a small box. You opened the little package. It was an elegant and simple ring, with a bright red stone of the color of his hair, a little imperfect but full of meaning. “It's wonderful,” you whispered. “But why are you giving me this?” you asked, unable to understand what the event was. "Because you were the light that guided me out of the darkness of Angband," he replied in a soft voice. "Without you, I don't know if I would have ever found the strength to continue." You felt your heart ache at Maedhros' words and his vulnerability. "I hope it brings you some joy and light, like you did for me.”

Glorfindel: a picnic

Glorfindel was a kind and thoughtful elf, always caring to the needs and wishes of his loved ones, and when your birthday arrived, he decided to plan something special to celebrate the occasion. That morning he asked you to meet in a small courtyard on the edge of the city of Gondolin where you used to meet and, once you arrived, he made you turn around telling that he had to blindfold you because he had to take you somewhere. A little confused but also excited by the idea, you accepted. “Don't worry, I'll guide you.” He took your hand and you walked away. (…)

After walking for a while, you felt the sensation of grass under your feet and the sound of leaves blowing in the wind. “Well, we have arrived.” The blond removed the blindfold from your eyes and when you opened them again, you couldn't believe your eyes. You were in a beautiful flowery meadow not far from the city walls, at the foot of a large oak tree that provided shelter from the hot sunlight. There, among the chirping of birds and the sweet scent of wild herbs, sat a picnic basket. Glorfindel opened a large cloth and began to bring out countless delicacies. There were fresh fruits, pastries, delicate cheeses and crusty breads, along with a variety of delicious desserts and refreshing drinks. Throughout the day you laughed and joked, enjoying the tranquility of nature and all the beauty it had to offer, and as the sun slowly set over the horizon, Glorfindel looked into your eyes and said something perhaps even better than the picnic: “Seeing your smile among this beautiful scenery today made me realize that I can never want anything more in life. There is a question burning inside me and I can no longer remain silent... Do you want to become my wife and make this elf happy for eternity?".

Maglor: a poetry

The wind blew hard that evening on the shores of the rough sea, while you and Maglor sat on a rock watching the waves crash violently against the rocks. The air was charged with electricity, a harbinger of an impending storm. Suddenly you heard your name being called from the elf and when you turned you saw him take a note from his jacket pocket. “Here, I wrote this for you.” You opened it and saw that it contained a poem written in elegant script. The words seemed to pay homage to the sea, speaking of its power and beauty, but you understood that those words were addressed to you. You looked at Maglor with tears in your eyes, touched and speechless. He smiled sweetly at you and said: "This is my gift to you, so that you can always have the sea in your heart and the beauty of its mysteries to accompany you wherever you go." And it was in that moment, between the roar of the waves and the salty smell of the air, that you understood how similar the sea and Maglor were, both capable of enchanting you with their strength and captivating you with their beauty. And in that moment, you understood that you had found someone who would leave an indelible mark on your life, like the sea that leaves its scent on your skin even when far away.

Celegorm: a wolf cub

It was your birthday and Celegorm had done nothing for you. You were disappointed, you thought your beloved didn't even care about your birthday. But Celegorm had a special gift in mind for you, he just had to wait for the right time to give it to you.

When evening finally arrived, Celegorm took your hand and led you towards a terrace. When you got there, you couldn't believe your eyes: In the middle of the terrace there was a brown wolf cub, with sparkling eyes and a playful attitude. “I know I didn't do anything for your birthday, but I wanted to give you something special. He's an Oromë cub… he's like Huan. He will protect you and keep you company in difficult times.”, Celegorm said softly. You were speechless, it was the most incredible gift you could imagine. You ran towards the wolf cub who immediately started licking your face as a sign of affection. "Even if i had to travel a long way to bring him to you, if you don't want him I can bring him back." "ABSOLUTELY NOT" you replied anxiously and this made Celegorm laugh heartily. "Oh, so you want to hold him close to you, huh?" he said jokingly afterwards teasing you. Then, with an affectionate smile, he approached you and whispered in your ear: “Don't worry, I would never let him be taken away from you.” With a sweet kiss on your forehead, he hugged you warmly, making you feel safe and loved.

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How would elves behave during an argument?

A/N: Remember that English is not my first language so I hope I wrote in the best way <3

Characters: Rog, Galdor, Glorfindel, Maedhros, Legolas (bonus)

Rog: guys, this elf would be really scary. Contrary to what you might think, he would lose his temper very easily; he works all day in the darkness of the forges and when he leaves he just wants to have a good rest, so further stress from an argument would drive him out of his mind. He's the typical person who screams without thinking twice and says things he doesn't mean in anger. His way would destroy you every time, making you burst into tears from how bad he made you feel... but as soon as he saw a small tear running down your face he fell silent, forgetting everything that was happening; Was it him who made you like this? He was making the only person who loved him and who had always supported him in his darkest moments cry. He would stay still for some time, with a thousand thoughts in his head when a louder sob from you would bring him back to reality. He would apologize to you but he would do it without meeting your gaze, he is suffering too much for what he did and he wouldn't have the courage to see your destroyed expression. But you knew that he loves you more than anything after all. With difficulty you would get up and hug him as tight as possible, telling him that everything was fine, that you knew he didn't think those things and that you loved him... You couldn't see his face, but a tear fell from his eyes.

Galdor: NOW LET'S ALL GIVE A HUG TO THIS WONDERFUL ELF TOGETHER. He would always try to find a solution peacefully, without discussions and the need to argue, but if this happens you should not fear anything from him. He would NEVER scream, he would NEVER raise his voice, he would NEVER say anything mean to you just to hurt you or win the argument. I mean, it would be fantastic. Maybe due to particular circumstances you would have become so upset that you felt angry against the elf, but in any case he would have spoken to you in a calm and reasonable tone, making you understand that you didn't need to react that way. If the pain brought you to tears, he would hug you and console you like a defenseless child, helping you and trying to get you to vent so that he could fully understand what was troubling you so as to avoid misunderstandings. Galdor would have been able to understand and love you more than anyone else, always.

Glorfindel: It was rare to argue with the blond elf, but sometimes it happened and the situation became quite lively. Glorfindel always tried to keep his problems to himself and not involve others because he was convinced that difficult moments should only be faced with those you love. Furthermore, he certainly wanted to avoid all that useless gossip that many elves had on any topic that might attract their curiosity. Although his character was often extroverted and playful even in the saddest situations for this reason, when he argued with you it wasn't uncommon to hear shouts and snorts coming from your rooms. They would not be screams that expressed malice, but screams that asked to be listened to; it was natural for him to raise his voice when he wasn't listened to and in that way he expressed all his frustration and the pain that the discussion with you was bringing him. He always acted for your good and feeling attacked made him suffer, he wondered what he was doing wrong, what more did you want from him. But the intense mix of emotions inside him prevented him from acting rationally, forgetting how to express them and focusing only on everything you said. After a long time arguing like this you would have reached the point of being exhausted and progressively raising your voice would have left you breathless. You would stop to breathe for a fraction of seconds, with the certainty that everything would soon start again. But after rubbing your eyes, you looked at your elf's face and saw in him all the pain that he was trying to say to you through his tone of voice; his fists were clodes, his head was bowed, his forehead shiny with sweat and a few blond hairs stuck to it. In an instant you understood everything... You breathed a heavy sigh and quickly approached him to hug him, starting to beg him to forgive you and sobbing heavily between one apology and another... Caught off guard, after a few seconds he relaxed his arms and reciprocated the hug. Finally he let himself go to his feelings; he rested his head on your head and the wet of sweat combined with the wetness of a few tears. So he was able to express everything he felt and only at that point would you be able to clarify and return to being happy and in love as always "I just want to always be perfect for you".

Maedhros: I'm sure fights with the red-head would be very peaceful. Having grown up in a large family and in the role of an older brother, he had developed a lot of patience thanks to which he could easily handle any type of conflict with you. Contrary to what many might think, after Angbad Mae would not have vented the pain on you with shouts and insults, but quite the opposite. After the terrible torture he suffered, the only thing he wanted was to feel accepted and in you he found his salvation; in all the darkest moments where his mind couldn't differentiate reality from dreams you were there by his side to help him, without ever making him feel wrong and making him understand how strong he was to have overcome such a trauma. For this reason, he would feel like a terrible elf during arguments. He only wanted to offer you the support that you represented to him every day but instead he felt more like a burden to you. This would make him cry a lot, but in silence and alone, because he feared that with every little clash you would abandon him. He just needed time, time to understand that you would never, ever abandon him; you always told him that you loved him more than anyone else and that he needed your support to be able to return to the sweet, confident elf he once was, and you would do anything to help him. Needless to say, every time the arguments were resolved without even face them... there was too much love that bound your hearts to ruin it for superficial reasons.

BONUS. Legolas: So, I honestly see Legolas as the kind of elf who would be capable of walking away during an argument. Perhaps due to stress, lack of patience or lack of desire for confrontation, he could stop the conversation, pick up and leave the place where you were. But in reality his behavior would be the solution to the problem. In fact, the much anger that you had accumulated would have faded with distance and the passage of time and would have made both of you understand how much you cared for each other. Solitude would have helped Legolas to think clearly about the problem and find a possible solution to make them both happy. When you met again you would have made peace, both apologizing for your abrupt ways and organizing something to spend the evening together.

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Masterlist

Hi everyone, I'm Murasaki, this is my blog and I write stories with reader-inserts. I hope that here you can feel free and dream even though the world of our favorite characters does not coincide with ours <3

J.R.R. Tolkien

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

When another elf flirts with you

How would elves behave during an argument?

What would the elves give you as a gift?

Elves with an insecure reader (part 1)

Elves with an insecure reader (part 2)

Genshin Impact

How would genshin men react to seeing you in a dress?

How would genshin man help you if you were afraid of thunder on a stormy night?

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How would genshin men react to seeing you in a dress?

A/N: Remember that English is not my first language so I hope I wrote in the best way <3

Situation: that day in the city there was a big celebration that had animated the whole town. The people were elegantly dressed, they laughed, lived and joked, filling even the smallest streets with joy. Due to the size of the city you and your man hadn’t met yet, until he, searching through the crowd, managed to see your face. But due to your appearance he was unable to immediately approach you.

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Wriothesley, Alhaitham, Kaveh

Diluc=People's shouts of joy could be heard from every corner of the city and they were so loud that they even echoed inside the buildings. Diluc, who until now had been working in his studio, was ready to go to the streets to enjoy the last moments of the party. As soon as he went out the structure, the muffled music that could be heard from the rooms was louder than ever, giving him a bit of relif after so many hours of effort. He went down the stairs of the city until he reached the long balcony overlooking the main square, tiredly leaning on it with his arms. His eyes looked at the crowd dancing casually and without following the rhythm throughout the area until a group of them fell, perhaps because they were too drunk. A laugh escapes from Diluc's lips which makes him roll his eyes at the clumsiness of what he had seen. However, a girl arrives to help the men on the ground to get up, she was dressed very well in a long tight dress which highlighted her curves and with his back free from tissue, illuminated by the light of the setting sun. The group thanked her and staggered away and Diluc thought of how kind she was to help them, even if the fault of that situation was theirs. The woman turned and the redhead immediately recognized your face, even though it was very far away; he had always seen something more in you and this event sparked something and him. It was so obvious, his face had turned the same color as his hair, a scene that if Kaeya had seen it, it would have been a great excuse to make fun of his brother for life.

Kaeya=The celebration in Mondstadt heated up the streets. Everyone was joyful, excited and drunk, and Kaeya loved to take advantage of these situations to flirt with anyone he could see and then walk away without accomplishing anything, just to have fun, just for the sake of feeling powerful. The crowd had gathered under the statue of the archon anemo and loud music led everyone to a free and wild dance that filled the square. The blue-haired man was leaning against the side wall of the church, surrounded by a few women who drooled over him and asked to tell them all his amazing adventures. “…and that's how I defeated a horde of Hilichurl completely alone” he concluded proudly while the women listened to him impatiently, as if they couldn't contain their excitement. As he spoke, focused on driving the desperate ones even more crazy, he saw a female figure pass in front of him. She was too focused on carrying a large bouquet of yellow flowers in her arms and not tripping over her heels to care about anyone around her. The long floral dress she wore fell softly on her hips, leaving her chest partially empty and allowing the flowers direct contact with her skin. The long hair had a few small green leaves, probably blown away by the wind from the bouquet and landed there; Kaeya had noticed all this in a couple of seconds. She walked along the entire pathway alongside the church and then approached an elderly lady and, crouching down slightly due to his short height, handed her the large bouquet. When she stood up she shook his dress and moved his head to make any residue fall out. It was in that moment that Kaeya recognized you, brighter than any little girl present, the only woman he really wanted and that, for some reason, he could never get. The old lady thanked you and you lowered your head slight, and then joined Barbara and Amber who were talking not far away. Having disappeared from his vision, Kaeya regained his composure and this allowed his attention to return to the small crowd surrounding him which was now bothering him quite a bit. “Okay misses, story finished, I have to go now” he said, then he made space between the women and walked away. In return he received disappointed gasps, but he didn’t care anymore, those women no longer interested him. He just wanted to get rid of it so he could finally reach you and try, for the umpteenth time, to conquer you... but you weren't going to give him an easy win.

Wriothesley=The festivals in Fontaine were always large and involved all members of the big region. The city was decorated in every corner, filled with various activities and food stands to spend the day in company. That year Furina was extremely excited by the idea and decided to give all of her employees the day off so that they too could appreciate and enjoy the hard work that was behind the creation. It was now late morning and Wriothesley was walking through the streets near Neuvilette while they were looking for a place to have lunch; they were sure that everyone would share their idea shortly, so they hurried and entered in a small pub that made the best sandwiches in the city to avoid a painful and long row of people. As soon as they entered, however, they found a crowd of drunk figures laughing and dancing to the music in the large area surrounding the counter. With his hands in his pockets, Wriothesley followed his friend to the cash desk, ready to order lunch and leave the restaurant as soon as possible. As he was selecting his choice from the menu, heard Neuvilette say hello to someone, and as he looked up, he saw Navia sitting at the counter with a beer in her hands. The man greeted her with a nod and returned to concentrating on his lunch. At a certain point his attention was called again by the woman's words “and don't you say hello to y/n?”. Wriothesley was confused, he was always alert and attentive to everything! You weren't there, otherwise he would have definitely seen you! But he was wrong...he looked up again and behind the blonde he saw a familiar figure in a tight short dress and high black boots, with loose hair framing her lightly made-up face. Their gazes met and the man immediately recognized your eyes, being struck by your appearance. He had never seen you so elegant... of course, he had always considered you an attractive woman in work clothes but he would never have imagined that you could be so attractive in a simple dress. “Won't you say hello to me Wrio?” You replied with a light laugh. Finally the man regained his composure and greeted you, but did so with a slight stutter. This made Neuvilette frown, and as he looked closer at Wriothesley, he immediately understood why. So he immediately turned to Navia and asked her if they could go for a walk around the outside streets to discuss some work things. Initially she refused because she wanted to enjoy the party with her friend and without thinking about duties. The man, however, looked at her intensely, pointing to something in the dark-haired that made her burst out laughing. Still in ecstasy, she stood up and started to leave for the fateful work talk, laughing. Maybe due to the alcohol or the liveliness of the moment but what she said to Wriothesley made him blush and become even more agitated than he already was: "If I were you I would keep more control of your friend in public hahahah". In fact the man hadn't realized it but y/n's dress had not only left him speechless, but also the one who was creating the bulge under his trousers.

Alhaitham=It was now late afternoon and the party was coming to an end. The tired group of people was slowly decreasing and everyone was heading back to their homes. Alhaitham had walked alongside Tighnari all day as they tried, in vain, to contain Kaveh's contagious enthusiasm at every stand they passed. The city was not very large in size, but the numerous and intricate streets that were used as elevators to go up to the upper floors of the structure made it like a labyrinth and it was difficult to meet family figures. In fact, the man had not met you even once and this was remarked several times during the afternoon by Kaveh, who seemed to be your biggest admirer. Now half drunk, Alhaitham took him home and made him lie down on the bed, where he fell into a deep sleep. He went into the kitchen to prepare a quick dinner but while he was waiting for the water to boil to prepare a soup, his thoughts constantly ran to all those times that, after hearing your name from the mouth of his roommate, he searched for your face in in the middle of the crowd, without however having any results. Since he was a resolute man he decided to leave the house for a walk, in the hope of putting peace to the confusion in his head. By now the streets were deserted and walking had become much easier and more relaxing than it had been in the previous hours. Alhaitham took a small road that climbed upwards to reach a small gazebo that he loved so much, because it was isolated and had a magnificent view. He mentally retraced the road: as soon as he finished the short covered corridor he would have to turn left. He took the last steps but as soon as he turned around he realized that his isolated spot was actually already occupied. There was a woman from behind, sitting on a small stone bench, with her face turned towards the red sunset, the light wind was moving her hair and with it the hem of the short dress she was wearing. For the first time Alhaitham could not think; he was known for his intellectual qualities superior to the norm, and for always being a rational and cautious man in his actions. But this time it was as if his mind was turned off, struck by what his eyes were seeing. The woman moved her face slightly to observe the view from the other side too and the man immediately understood who he was looking at, it was you. The rotation of your head caused you to glimpse a male figure, gasping in fear. “Oh it's you Al, you scared me” you said giggling heavily, relieved it was him. “Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I just didn't recognize you dressed like that,” he said, finally managing to compose himself. “The view from here is beautiful, right?” you said, turning your gaze to cover your embarrassment. The man answered after a while with a simple "definitely", which however was certainly not aimed at the sunset, but rather at the one thing that his eyes could no longer stop looking at. “Will you sit here with me or will you stand the whole time?” you asked, finally making the man come forward and sit next to you. You two looked at the sky for some time, in silence, without saying a word. However, if the two had opened their ears more, they would have heard a familiar laugh of joy coming from not far away; it was Kaveh who, woken up by the fall of the boiling pot, had gone out to get angry at Al for not paying attention but found him, after not a short time, with you. This made him explode with joy because he knew in his heart that he was partly the cause of everything that was happening, but also of his friend's first and only irresponsible behavior for which he could have teased him for a lot.

Kaveh=The city was so full of people that many had started to pass among the tables where other people were eating and drinking together. In fact, Cyno complained several times about this behavior while he was at a small square table with Kaveh, Alhaitham and Tighnari eating some skewers. The party was desert themed and for this reason you could occasionally see some child dressed as an Egyptian deity running through the crowd and stumbling due to the long white fabrics and the mask that partially covered their vision. Between one laugh and the next, time passed quickly but not having seen you yet caused a small sadness in Kaveh that he tried, as usual, to hide by transforming himself into the life of the party. After a couple of hours the boys were still sitting at the table talking about this and that when the blond felt hands covering his eyes and a figure standing out behind him. "Who is?" he asked . "Guess!". He immediately recognized your voice and showed the joy he had of knowing you were close with a big smile. “Y/n I know it's you, now let me see” he said laughing. You immediately did as requested and gave him a big hug from behind, wrapping your arms around his slender shoulders. Then you broke away and went to the other side of the table to say hello to all the boys. Due to the fact that you had suddenly appeared from behind, Kaveh hadn't yet been able to see you properly, but when he found yourself in his visual field, the boy was amazed. You wore a long white satin dress with two holes in the sides from which hung chains full of diamonds and gold decorations. The arms were covered by a thin white veil attached to the dress by a single seam at breast level while the back was completely empty, exept for a chain that started from the shoulders and went down in a "Y" shape until it found the fabric. In her hair there was a pin with a white flower and the face was decorated with long black eyeliner. Throughout the greetings, Kaveh had his eyes fixed on your outfit, so much that he didn't even realize that you were in the company of Collei (who was also equally dressed in the theme of the party) who immediately handed you a drink. The girl asked if you and her could join them and, after a positive nod from Tighnari, pulled up a chair and sat down next to him. You also did the same thing, but sat between Kaveh and Cyno. There was so much chaos and it was difficult to communicate between the music and the singing crowd. You sipped the drink your friend had offered you for the first time, exclaiming out loud that it tasted great, sure that no one had heard you. In reality you were wrong, as Kaveh took the moment to get close to your ear and whisper a phrase that would surely soon have more than unexpected results: "you're very good too".

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When another elf flirts with you

A/N: hello everyone, these two little headcanons came to my mind these days and I really hope you like them <3 (Remember that english is not my first language so i hope i wrote in the best way)

Maedhros

Situation: You and your elf are at a meeting with unknown elves who come from afar for negotiations. You are in a large and spacious room when suddenly a blond elf approaches you and starts talking to you, but you both soon realize that he has other intentions.

Maedhros had been busy talking to diplomats for a long time and you were starting to get bored; you knew nothing about politics and it seemed that in all that speech you were topo much. You and the high elf had recently begun courtship and your relationship could be said to be still hidden from the public, so no one would understand why a small female figure like you was constantly with the red-head elf. You decided to move away and reach an emptier and more hidden corner of the room where there was a large window that overlooked the wide valleys of the Hithlum (we are before Angbad); they were beautiful, full of vegetation of all kinds. The landscape had enchanted you so fast that you did not realize the arrival of an unknown elf who scared you. “You scared me,” you said. He immediately excused, introducing himself as Nehte. He was tall, blond, and obviously from a wealthy family because of his clothes. Right away you started talking and he seemed very nice and polite. However, you son understood that his intention was different. The situation was becoming embarrassing and you decided to go away and say goodbye, but he didn't seem to agree with your choice at all; He got closer and closer, blocking you to the wall "oh, come on beauty, don't do that". “Let me go,” you said in a voice cracked with terror. “Why should I-“. He couldn't even finish the sentence that your elf pushed him away. He had noticed it right away, from the first approach at the window but he had decided not tondo anything, he was in the middle of a very important negotiation and he certainly couldn't give up everything for a bit of jealousy. But when he saw you stuck to the wall, he didn't think twice about coming to you to see if everything was going well and hearing his words he became blind due to anger. "What are you doing," said Nehte jokingly. “Don't you dare go near her anymore or you won't see the sunlight,” Maedhros replied in a low, intimidating voice as he placed you behind him. To interrupt the tension was Maglor, who as soon as he saw his brother run away angry and you scared he became very worried. He asked what was going on and in reply Nehte said they were just having fun. Maedhros was increasingly angry at the superficiality with which he described you and Maglor was forced to ask him to leave the room otherwise the negotiations could not have concluded. Once the elf was away, Maedhros turned abruptly towards you to make sure you were all right and seeing you exit unscathed he calmed down. "Okay guys, I see that everything is fine but now we have to go back to the negotiations, otherwise we could risk a lot" said Maglor. The redhead nodded and walked away with his brother who, before turning around, gave you a comforting smile. Throughout the evening your elf kept an eye on you, intimidating any stranger who would even try to get close to you. Whether you were near or far from him, he always managed to make you feel safe.

Celegorm

Situation: One evening in an inn an elf gets too close to you. although there was nothing between you, it made Celegorm upset, and not a Little

It was late in the evening when celegorm and his brother Curufin decided to go to a club in the village to drink and celebrate as they used to do and that time they asked you too to go with them. You had been going out with Feanor's two sons for some time and you couldn't deny that you felt a not a little strong attraction for the blond elf that made you immediately accept the invitation. You decided to wear a beautiful long dress that made you feel beautiful, with the hope that he could see you too like this… he was a very charming elf, full of woman so your hopes of attracting his attention were small, but not 0. You had just finished getting ready when you heard a knock on the door "Come on, we're late" Curufin said to urge you to hurry up. "It'll be time to get the bag right away!" When Celegorm heard these immediately began to complain and walk back and forth impatiently, saying that it would be better to leave and find yourself at the inn because the women ook too long to prepare. "Here I am," you said as you opened the door. "Not bad for the human", said Curufin drawing the attention of his brother who turned away still annoyed. "You did it then" as soon as he saw you he couldn't take his eyes off you, the dress made you a gorgeous body and unexpectedly something in him woke up. "Do you like it? “. "Not bad," he replied. Curufin gave his brother a shoulder inviting him to calm the hormones and Celegorm replied with an annoyed snort, as if it had had no effect on him. Then you all walked to reach the destination.

*at the inn*

Inside the inn the noise was at its maximum, many elves and humans dancing, drinking and having fun. You were sitting at a large table with some friends of the boys and quite a few female elves who immediately tried it on with the blond. Curufin was married and he wasn't interested in other company, so he spend a lot of time talking with you, pointing out how different elves were watching you from a distance; the dress had impressed many, but it didn't seem ti have it done on Celegorm, who was constantly flirting with women of all kinds. Curufin, who understood your interest in his brother, decided to take the reins of the situation . He made you get up and take you in front of the bar right next to the table where he started talking to an elf that seems to be a friend. He was very handsome, tall and with brown hair. He introduce you to him, who was surprised of how beautiful you were and with the excuse of going to the bathroom, Curufin leave you alone. The elf didn't stop looking at you and Celegorm noticed this, something was bothering him but nothing that could make him worry, after all that elf was nothing compared to him and you would never have agreed to dance with him. Against all he asked you, and you accepted; you knew that Celegorm was there, but you wanted to have fun and have a nice evening too so you immediately took tre first chance. The band in the club was playing engaging music, much closer to the human style than the elven one, so as you danced you looked very confident, and this was noticed by both the blond and the brown. More time passed, more the Curufin's friend searched contact. Suddenly your eyes meets Celegorm’s, apparently he seemed annoyed but in reality he was furious. You continued to watch him when the brown elf got too close to you, placing his hands on your hips and bring you closer to his . Celegorm leapt from his chair leaving all the women he was with and joined you. "Ok dude now it's too much, it's my turn" he said grabbing you by the hips and making you turn towards him. The elf didn't even try to get closer to you, he knew he was Curufin's brother and it was better not to argue with him. So he chose the safest way , and went off into the crowd. "But what are you doing" you pushed him slightly away from you to be able to look at his face. “He was fucking you with his gaze.” “And even if it were?” You replied "what would you care, I'm nothing to you". The elf's gaze became intense, so much so that time almost seemed to slow down. Suddenly he grabbed you and turned you around, allowing you to feel how you were making him turning on at that moment. “Do you really think all of those woman would be able to create this by doing nothing?” He said pushing you closer and closer to him. You swallowed hard after this sentence, bringing a smirk to the blond's face. "Now better get out of here, or all these men will continue to look at you and this annoys me quite a bit".

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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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