#Dragon!Gil-Galad

[thefandomstorage]

I just have the hilarious image of Dragon!Gil-galad being both very easy and extremely hard to bribe

Like yes, because he is a secretly a dragon and still has draconic tendencies, you could just give him some jewelry if you need him to do something.

EXCEPT

He is a very picky dragon/elf. He will not just accept any random jewelry you give him. He has STANDARDS. What does he look like, some sad little bard who will play a ditty for you with a single flick of your coin?! The audacity! Get out of his sight and don’t bother trying to do it again!

Gil is/was a silver dragon, the only one of his kind, and boy, was he proud of it. And because he is now scaleless, he has to make up for the loss with jewelry and hair ornaments. Luckily for him, he ended up with he most extravagant group of elves who like creating things. Even better for him, he became friends with one of the best jewel smiths and frequently gets very beautiful presents from him. 

Unfortunately for everyone else, that means you gotta find a way to gift Gil with jewelry better than Celebrimbor’s. And Celebrimbor plays to win. Good luck.

[hinril]

28 Aug 2022

[hedgehogoftime]

Dragon Age Origins Companions react to Gandalf the Gray joining their company (and his sacrifice in not!Moria (the Deep Roads) against a Balrog)

Alistair: At first Alistair is reminded far too strongly of old tutors, harsh of tongue and sharp of wit, seeing Alistair in every way that he lacks, his flaws and shortcomings. But there is a compassion in the strange old wizard that was not present in those others. A desire to see Alistair to become more, to grow beyond or with hiss flaws. Alistair comes to regard Gandalf well, a friend, even. And, secretly, a grandfatherly figure, though he's certain the old man would wallop him upside the head if he ever said it aloud. It's Gandalf who makes him think that, yeah, maybe he could be a king after all.

After Gandalf's sacrifice: There's a hole in his heart, Alistair realizes. An aching part of him where Gandalf and all his gruff compassion used to be. He hardly realized how much he'd come to rely on the old wizard, on his wisdom and council until now that he is gone. Sacrificed against a monster older even than the archdemons. But Alistair has no time for weeping. At last, he takes Gandalf's words to heart. Enough sitting around. Enough waiting. It's time to set aside the Grey Warden, and become who he was born to be. It's time to be the King of Ferelden.

Morrigan: At first she detests the old man. His cutting eyes, too perceptive by half. His high and grating words, too close to truth. His REFUSAL to leave her in peace. And yet, she comes to look forward to their verbal sparring. She is a proud creature, Morrigan, and she will not be held to judgement of any little old man who think he knows better than her. And yet... there's a respect she feels for him. And it feels reciprocated in turn. Their words become less barbed in time. Not friendly, but there's a certain... give there. A camaraderie that she... doesn't mind. And... she supposes he has some good ideas at times. Feh, what a bother.

After Gandalf's sacrifice: Heh. Funny. She never expected to feel this... weight on her from losing the old man. This heaviness of heart and spirit. Is this grief? She likes it not. It feels hollow, in her. An inconvenience. And yet, she cannot shake it. This feeling that she has lost something dear. And it is only now she realizes she considered Gandalf a friend, of sorts. She finds herself missing him, their verbal spars, even his advice. she refuses to show it to the others, but in private, or perhaps with the Warden if they romanced her, she allows a scant few tears to fall.

Leliana: She finds him delightful, truly! A little poorly dressed, perhaps, but a joy to be around. He's wise and kind and never seems to judge her for her past when its revealed, merely proud that she has chosen a better path. And his stories! The tales he tells. She loves them all. She would love to set them down in song if only she could find the words for them. But ugh, it's hard to find the right words, the right notes. Gandalf laughs at her anger, and promises to introduce her to a friend help her. Whoever this Bilbo is, he must be a supreme wordsmith to receive Gandalf's support.

After Gandalf's Sacrifice: She weeps. Openly. It's wrong. It's all wrong. This- this isn't how it should go. It isn't right that such a man should disappear like this. Claimed by some ancient evil to buy his friends a precious few seconds of escape. Her heart feels scarred by it, in a way it hasn't since Marjorline's betrayal. And yet... she refuses to allow it to harden. It would be a disgrace to her friend's memory. So instead, she takes up her harp, and begins to play a tune, with melody to break the heart. She hopes... hopes it might be worthy of what her friend meant to her.

Zevran: When Zevran joins the party, he at first doesn't know what to think of the strange old wizard who advocated for mercy in his name. He's strange, and Zevran's flattery and attempts to worm his way into his good graces fall on deaf ears. He feels dismissed. But then he finds, its when he's honest in his words and thoughts that Gandalf pays him heed. the two strike up a cordial relationship of sorts. They swap stories. Zevran his wild tales of his storied life, and Gandalf ancient tales of ancient people. Men who tried and failed, but mattered in the trying. He gets the feeling Gandalf is trying to tell him something.

After Gandalf's sacrifice: Well, isn't this a thing? It always seems to go this way, in the end. Men like Gandalf do last long in his life. Those with some mercy in their heart. It feels wrong that the wizard leave like this. Their time together cut short. But perhaps... perhaps its time he puzzled through those stories. Those tales Gandalf told. Perhaps its time he figured out who he should be.

Wynne: She like the old man. They develop a fast friendship, quicker than the others. She senses a kinship with the old wizard, not simply because of their age. And she has endless questions about his magic?! Since her... incident in the Fade, she's been more aware of its presence... and yet Gandalf does not seem to use it. It makes her suspicious at first. What is the Secret Fire he refers to? But it doesn't stop their early morning meet-up and the joy it brings. Though sometimes... she gets the feeling she's talking to someone else. That he sees through her to the Spirit of Faith within her. And one day, he tells her its name. She wonders, vaguely, who this Gil-Galad might have been.

After Gandalf's Sacrifice: Wynne, alone does not grieve, for she feels, in her heart of hearts, that Gandalf is not gone. Not truly. Maybe its the spirit in her. Maybe it's something else. But she knows that Gandalf has not left them. And yet, she knows what must be done. It's Wynne who holds the party together after Gandalf's fall. After all, things must be kept together, shan't they?

Sten: Of all of them, Sten most easily sense the command with Gandalf. the capacity for leadership and even rulership, though he thinks that the man would reject such dominion. Despite him being a mage, one of the Saarebas, Sten feels no danger from Gandalf. He stands... apart. So Sten defers to him and the Warden alike. They exchange few words, but there is a powerful understanding between them. Even when Sten's crime is revealed, Gandalf seems not to judge him. and yet, Gandalf also seems to defer to Sten. He once refers to Sten as Arishok, something Sten is quick to correct. Gandalf apologizes, but his smile is knowing.

After Gandalf's sacrifice: He grieves in the Qunari way, quietly and grimly, but he does not let it slow him. It would not do to stand and tarry in grief. There are things to do. Sten, along with Wynne, carry the group during the immediate aftermath. But despite it, Sten's heart grieves. Qunari discipline keeps him in line, and yet it grieves him all the same. Let the past fall where it may.

Oghren: The dwarf doesn't know Gandalf long, and at first they do not care for each other. The wizard seems too high and mighty for Oghren's liking. Andd yet, he knows another soldier when he sees it. And the way he slings that sword around! Heh, might be worth something after all. They come to like each other, somewhat, and Oghren's willing to share a drink with the old wizard, though he finds himself developing a love of that pipe-weed the old man shares. Hah! Maybe he's alright after all.

After Gandalf's Sacrifice: Well if that don't sod all. Just as he was starting to like the old codger. Still... he sees how hard the others are hit, and does his best to keep it together. Gandalf seemed a good guy. And, when they finally make camp, Oghren pours one out for the old man. He resolves to do his best by this little group, if the old wizard isn't around to.

Shale: Gandalf is more tolerable than the other fleshy things, at least. It doesn't poke and pry and attempt to make Shale feel more human, at least. Rather it seems content to talk of things that interest Shale. Their conversations are pleasant, and Shale finds themself lacking a desire to crush the head of the old wizard. But it's in Gandalf's presence that shale first recalls the name of Shayale of Cadash. It feels... strange.

After Gandalf's sacrifice: Ah. Well, that's they way it goes with squishy things isn't it. They break. And yet, against that nightmare of shadow and flame, Shale felt fear for the first time in their memory. And Gandalf... Gandalf stopped it. Shale finds themself grieving for the first time. Grieving for the strange wizard who helped them remember. It's odd... but it feel nice, almost. To love a friend so, and then mourn them. Heh, strange.

Dog: He loves the strange not-human! They always smell nice, and share treats with dog! Dog decides they have to protect the strange not-human from harm. They're pack, after all.

After Gandalf's sacrifce: Dog isn't worried. Not really. the not-human with bushy brows and funny hat will come back. Dog knows, in that strange doggy-way, that he will. In the meantime, dog's people are unhappy! They need love and kisses. And dog will give all they can.

[lordgrimwing]

Stealthros AU

[from this ask!]

The Basics: Malkor establishes his on kingdom in Middle-earth, enthralling/enslaving most of the elves before being defeated by the Valar and tossed into Mandos to contemplate his bad behavior (no elves ever went to Valinor). When he gets out on good behavior, he steals three glowing eggs from a group of dragons, killing dragon!Finwe and wounding dragon!Nerdanel in the process (similar process to Melkor leaving in the book). He then flees across the sea back to Middle-earth to reclaim his kingship. The rest of the dragon family chases after him, desperate to get their unhatched children/siblings back. The dragons work with the free peoples to over-throw Melkor, Feanor is killed at some point never seeing his lost eggs again. — @nighttimepatrons has some fricken awesome art of these dragons. Go check it out! —

Now, the dragons never tell their tentative allies that the ‘silmarils’ are eggs, so as far as anyone knows, the silmarils are just special gems that the dragons want back. Once Melkor is defeated, the elves/men/dwarves don’t give the remaining dragons the silmarils as agreed upon when the alliance was first made, keeping them for themselves (the light of the silmarils helps crops grow and keeps evil creatures away and are just all around very tempting things to keep hold of in a war-ruined land).

Inevitably, this leads to the dragons turning on the newly freed peoples (ie, welcome to the kinslayings on a massive scale). The dragons die one by one, the eggs always just out of reach. Celegorm has a classic western dragon arc with Luthien and Beren before they slay him. Finally, it’s down to Maedhors (the Enormous) and Maglor, and Celebrimbor who never took part in the slaughter for the silmarils because he loves elves, and he’s actually living in Eregion with the elves.

Because Kidnap Fam is kind of a requirement for us, M+M end up with young Elros and Elrond after another failed attempt to get a silmaril. M+M raise E+E and they become half-feral, fearless foster sons committed to helping their dragon dads get what’s theirs!

Okay, that was a lot but there you have the basis for the AU. Now on to some fun details.

The AU got it’s name because Elros is a silly guy who is very proud of how sneaky he can be, how stealthy. He calls himself Stealthros (get it? Stealthy Elros. Steathros. We’re so funny)

Now, because Elros and Elrond are So stealthy and sneaky and want to help their dads, who by this time are starting to give up, they decide to sneak into the treasury of the Noldor King and get the silmaril hidden within. Things go great until they get caught. Elros manages to escape (Stealthros for the win!) but Elrond gets tossed into a prison cell while the king figures out what to do.

Let’s talk about Gil-galad, the King of the Noldor.

Gil-galad, like many of the Noldor, was a thrall of Morgoth, freed after the dragons defeated the Vala. He bares a passing resemblance to Fingon, one of the free Noldor kings who died during the wars and dear friend of Maedhros. With some coaching from Cirdan (who never was a thrall), Gil-galad manages to convince the newly freed and leaderless Noldor that he is the son/grandson of Fingon. Whatever your thoughts on this deception, he’s doing a great shop of rebuilding the world and ensuring people don’t starve. Maedhros refuses to meet with him for any kind of treaties to end the attacks because he knows this upstart usurper is no relation of Fingon the Valiant. Gil-galad has the scars of a setting/rising star cut into his forehead. He doesn’t talk about it.

He's a good king, and he’s terrified when he ends up with a silmaril. He feels the Doom hanging over him and a bit of disappointment: from the stories, he expected something far grander from a silmaril, something glowing with otherworldly light, bright and holy; instead, all he has is a slightly shiny rock that collects dust and invites two nasty dragons to descend on the city. Whatever goodness and power that was housed in the thing is long gone. He hates it.

Now he has this this wild half-elf, foster son of the same monsters, too. He’s so Doomed.

He tries to talk with Elrond. In an ideal world, he’d get an agreement where he frees the boy and gives him the rock, but based on history, even that could bring death flying on dragon wings.

The talk doesn’t go well. Elrond appears to have forgotten his native language, and he only hisses and snaps at Gil-galad, even biting his hand when he gets too close!

There’s only one thing for it: he sends a message to Eregion, asking for someone who’s learned dragon-speech from Celebrimbor to home translate for him.

Celebrimbor is kind of a busybody, though, so he flies over to Lindon himself to see what’s going on and meet the elf-child his uncles raised.

Elrond bullies Celebrimbor. He’s so mean to the dragon 100x his size, it’s unbelievable. He says all kinds of things about Celebrimbor abandoning his family. He punches him in the nose!—Celebrimbor has no idea how to handle this from someone so small. He maybe cries a little. Gil-galad tries not to get second-hand embarrassment.

And that’s kind of it. I Elrond gets back to his dragon dads (Stealthros probably breaks him out), Gil-galad and Celebrimbor probably don’t die (but couldn’t you just imagine a scene like that one from HotD, with Elros on Maedhros chasing them down? shivers).

I’m sure Nightie has more awesome ideas to share (especially focused on the dragons)!

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[elffromforests]

I haven't watched and I'm not going to watch Game of Thrones and House of the Dragon BUT thanks to tik tok, I understand in principle what is happening and I would like to praise the creators, because this scene with the funeral is very incredibly emotionally shot and presented.

If you've seen this scene, you'll understand. Emotional pressure and a panic attack, which is further aggravated by the fact that the carriage with the coffin is stuck in a puddle, it is being pushed, the child's body is moving, the crowd is rushing to touch the body, noise, hum.A separate pressure comes from Helena, who is trying to escape during all this nonsense, to escape, she is overwhelmed with emotions, but her mother does not give her anything, restrains her, only makes the situation worse

This scene of ours made me think that I would like to see the same from Amazon on with the funeral of Gil Galad. The fact that we will see the moment of death is clear, but we also wanted a burial ceremony where Elrond would be in the place of "Helena Targaryen and her emotions"And all these nerve-wracking irritants of his psyche, which I wrote about earlier in the case of Helena, would really help the audience to get into his condition, into his skin

Neither Tolkien nor the film says what happened to the king's body after the last battle of the last alliance subsided. I'm sure it would have happened, but Elrond and Сirdan would not have spared the king's body in the role of Mordor. Elrond bt picked up the flowers or the ashes or the body of the last crumbs blindly through burning tears.Putting the body of the warriors and the king on the carts, the Elves went to Lothlorien as their first fortress, from where this whole "magnificent" funeral procession would begin

I thought about where they could bury the King and came to the conclusion that in Imladris. To go to Lindog for a long time is not an option for them in Lothlórien, because Galadriel would not want or, more likely, Elrond would not allow. He did not want and did not want to be so far from his king, let alone a living one. Therefore, a decision could be made in Imladris, where his crown and Aeglos came from. Right in the middle and close to Elrond.

What do you think?

[lady-raidia]

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[gil-galadhwen]

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[dragon-ashes1485]

I love this idea so much, especially because after Elrond has been thrown by the troll and Gil-Galad says "a King's place is where he's needed" (its something like that), at a normal speaking level I might add, Elrond is speaking very loudly in response. Elrond is basically yelling and considering that Gil-Galad is speaking at a normal volume, I have accepted this as canon.

So, I was thinking about @ailendolin 's "The List" again (I will comment eventually, I promise. As soon as school lets me breathe, I'm going to go through the RoP Elrond tag and comment on ALL the ones I read) and I particularly noticed the ringing in Elrond's ears that's mentioned a couple times and it gave me a plot bunny that I absolutely Do Not have time to write, but simultaneously can't stop thinking about and would give my left thumb to read.

Basically, as soon as things settle down just a little bit after the battle (either on the road or once they reach Rivendell) Elrond notices that his hearing is off. He (correctly) assumes that it's due to the head wound and there's really nothing he can do about it right then; it'll either go away on its own or he'll get used to it.

The thing is, he doesn't think to inform Gil-Galad of this. Fast forward however long, and Gil-Galad is trying to get Elrond's attention... from his bad side. Elrond of course doesn't hear him, leading to much concernment from Gil-Galad. Elrond eventually notices him, things are explained, fluffiness ensues, the end!

[thefandomstorage]

Elrond: Your Majesty- I mean, Gil-Galad, you’re in so much trouble!

Gil: Huh?! For what?

Elrond: Did you burn Erestor’s account book?!

Gil:…I might’ve.

Elrond: Gil-Galad

Gil: Fine, yes.

Elrond: You can’t go around burning things! Especially if you’re using your own breath!

Gil: Why not?

Elrond: Because you’re supposed to be acting like an elf!

Gil: No, I’m supposed to be LOOKING like an elf. Mission accomplished, as you can clearly see.

[mylovelylittleobsessions]

Before dropping the twins off with Gil-Galad:

Maglor: Remember, boys: wash behind your ears, no wearing red, no speaking Quenya—

Maedhros: —And it’s two parts dragon root to one part saltpeter, and a dash of cloves to make it festive!

Maglor: Brother pls

Maedhros: And make sure your daggers have daggers!

Maglor: Brother, we talked about this…

Maedhros:

[lordgrimwing]

Dragon!Elrond and Elf!Celebrían looking at each other with such sexual desire that the people around them spontaneously become pregnant.

Gil-galad: Stop it!

(he really can't afford to have another kid but at this rate he'll have more than Fëanor by the end of next year)

[dragon-ashes1485]

HA. Gil-Galad is like: "it's your turn to take some of the Crown responsibility Elrond, it is kind of yours more than it is mine, I'm off to take a hot bath."

And Arondir's just there going: "there's no hot water."

Gil-Galad just gives a look of disdain: "I lost Aeglos, my bath will be solely drawn from my warm tears."

Arondir: I have gathered the others High King they await your decision

Gil-Galad: I'm still in charge. Ok. I thought we had moved onto Elrond... I guess I'll leave it up to Elrond what to do again

Elrond: There are still many broken and wounded it would be unwise to attack now

Arondir: But what do you advice Commander Galadriel

Elrond: Yes what do you believe we should do

Galadriel: We fight

Gil-Galad: Ok she's in charge now great. As long as its not me. Yes she was just unconscious but her brain will still work better than mine

Gil-Galad: What do I do though I can't do nothing

Elrond: Pose with your sword to inspire hope in the elves

Gil-Galad: Wait sword?? I thought I originally had a legendary glaive

Elrond: I....... did you lose Aeglos High King

Gil-Galad: Maybe

[annoyinglandmagazine]

Galadriel: Hello child.

Elrond: I’ve killed more dragons than you.

Galadriel: That’s debatable.

Elrond: No it isn’t. We had a leaderboard. I won.

Galadriel: At least two of those kills were more Elros’ than yours, Gil Galad only counted them because you’re pretty and he’s easily manipulated.

Elrond: Well if you’d used your wiles to get what you wanted more then maybe you’d have won, but you didn’t so just let me have this.

[lady-raidia]

You guys are crazy! 😭 My Gil-Galad story "Forest Heart" blew up the last few days and over 100 people interacted with that post! 😭Thank you so so so much, I can't believe the love you are giving my little story! 😭💕 I know that part 2 was long due, that's why as a little thank you, I finally managed to write the next part for Fores Heart. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! 💕

@lucypaulette @elifereinion - you two left such nice comments, I hope you enjoy part two as well! 😭💕

You can find part one here: Forest Heart

WHISPERS OF A HEART 🌿

Pairing: Gil-Galad x Reader

Summary: Part II of "Forest Heart" - The celebrations are grand but your soul feels tired. When you wander under the moonlight, you get lost in the eyes of the king.

Warnings: None!

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Two days. Two days since your heart and soul stumbled upon the High King in the woods. And for two days you can’t get him out of your head. You still feel embarrassed by being so careless, but the fear that you might have insulted him by not addressing him properly vanished quickly. Yesterday and the day before, Elrond and you spent some time in the gardens, talking about dwarves, eagles and dragons.  After he scolded you for ignoring his words. But while you talked and laughed about various stories you have heard, wandering around to enjoy the sunshine on your face, you could see the king from the distance. On both days he was trying to enjoy a walk but on both days different people gathered around him, asking questions, reporting problems or sharing information. You could see it in his face, his tired soul and shattered mind. But when his eyes met you from a distance, his whole being lit up. It was only for a moment but it electrified your whole body. And the past two days you both spend glancing at each other from far away, while the words you both want to say stay hidden.

But tonight, you have to focus on your friend. The celebrations are in honor of Galadriel and her troop and you have to give her the attention she deserves. The festivities are grand, the food is great and your feet already hurt from all the dancing. You start to feel exhausted by your surroundings, even though the celebrations are far from being over. You excuse yourself, telling your friends that you will be back, that you just need some time for yourself.

You leave the noise of the festivities behind you while you seek refuge in the gardens, breathing in the cool night air. These quiet moments are your home; stepping away from the crowdedness of Lindon, away from the conversations and laughter that feel too far removed from the peace you have known all your life. Tonight, though, the restlessness lingers.

You keep on walking, taking in the sight of the flowers bathing in the moonlight, the grass shimmering with dew. But your attention quickly moves elsewhere. Standing alone beneath a large tree, the moonlight casts a pale glow on his dark hair. It’s him. Gil-Galad. His back is facing you at first, but as you move closer, he turns around as if sensing your presence. Your eyes meet, just like all the times before. Except that there is no one else around—just him and you and the hidden words, that want to leave the darkness. There is a soft smile on his lips, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Something about him feels distant, his mind occupied by thoughts far heavier than you can imagine.

“It is the second time that I have met you under the moonlight.”, he speaks while his eyes never leave yours. “It is peaceful under the moonlight, something we both seem to value.” You pause for a moment, trying to calm your heart which beats stronger and faster with every second. “Do you often seek silence away from others?”, you ask softly, even though you already know the answer. Gil-Galad’s smile deepens a little, though his gaze remains distant. “More often than I care to admit. The burden of a crown is heavy,” he replies, his voice barely above a whisper. He looks toward the trees, the quiet peace of the garden offering no rest from the weight on his shoulders. “But between the trees and under the glimmering moon, I can forget it for a while.” With one hand he reaches out to touch the tree next to him, his touch is gentle, as if he is scared to break something sacred.

Without thinking, entranced by him, you step closer. Your mind does not fully understand why you feel the urge to be closer to him, but your heart already knows. It always knew that fate waited for you under the moonlight. “It is the heaviest of burdens, one that can not be shared. I am glad you can find peace in nature, the leaves may not understand the heavy task that was laid upon you but they can offer a welcoming retreat.” You step next to him, looking at the tree in front of you.

There is a pause, and when he finally shifts his head to look at you, his gaze is soft but searching, as if he is trying to find something within you … “You understand the need for peace.,” he says. “I have seen it in you. It is as though you carry a sense of peace within you that the rest of us have long lost.” His words pull at something inside you, a feeling you thought to have shaken off. “I don’t if it is peace … Perhaps a longing. A longing to belong somewhere. I believe to have found my place between flowers and trees, far away from everyone. But … I am not sure anymore if that truly is where I belong. Or if I belong at all.”, you admit, looking up to the sky before you turn your gaze to the king next to you. His eyes meet yours fully now, and for a moment, the vulnerability inside your soul is gone.

“You are not like anyone I have ever met,” he says quietly, the words almost slipping out before he can catch them. “There is something about you … something I can’t quite explain.” Your heart flutters at his confession, and you take another step closer, close enough to feel the warmth of his presence. “I don’t know what it is either,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. “But I have felt it since I arrived.”

The air between the two of you is heavy with unspoken words, but both of your hearts feel a sense of lightness when you are around each other. But the tension grows stronger with desire as his gaze drops to your lips for just a moment before returning to your eyes. His hand almost moves instinctively, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. His touch makes you shiver and you soon realize that you are absolutely bewitched by him.

“You make it easy to forget,” he murmurs, his voice filled with a vulnerability you have never heard from him before. His fingers linger near your cheek, the warmth of his hand a stark contrast to the cool night air. “When I am with you, it is as though the weight of the world disappears.”

Your breath catches in your throat, and for a moment, all you can do is look at him. The moonlight reflects in his eyes and it is as if you are looking at Valinor itself. The soft glow, the promise of a new dawn, when you allow it – you feel something shift inside of you; a pull stronger than any duty or fear. Without thinking, your hand moves to rest on his chest, feeling his heart beating fast beneath your fingertips.

“I don’t want to be someone who complicates things for you,” You speak with fear but in your chest, you can feel hope. Words don’t matter anymore.

His hand moves to cover yours, holding it gently against his chest. “It is already complicated.”, he admits, his voice low. “But for once, I don’t care.”

And before you can say anything more, he closes the little distance that was left between you, his lips finding yours. The kiss is as tender as the rising sun, as tender as the smell of dewy grass in the morning. The world seems to stop, time suffocates in the softness of this moment, and all you can feel is him – his warmth, his breath, the way his hands gently hold you as if afraid you might slip away.

The kiss is brief, but it leaves you both breathless, your heart racing as you pull back just enough to meet his gaze again. His eyes are filled with the same vulnerability, the same uncertainty that you feel deep in your chest. But there is also hope, a wish for a golden future.

“I shouldn’t –“ he begins, but the words die on his lips, as if even he doesn’t believe them anymore. You shake your head softly, your hand still resting on his chest. “Neither should I,” your voice is trembling slightly. “But maybe … maybe for once, we don’t have to think about what we should or shouldn’t do.”

For a long moment, he says nothing, his eyes searching yours, and then he pulls you close again, resting his forehead against yours. There, in the quietness of the garden, you both hold each other, whispering sweet promises of a new dawn. The moonlight had brought you together and even though the future is uncertain, your feelings are not. The burden of a king remains heavy, but his heart finally found peace in your soul.

[gil-galadhwen]

Fic authors self-rec! ✨ When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers ❤️

Thank you so much for the tag @thesolarangel 😘

Here are my top 5 (I tried to mix it up by including old and new fics ✨️)

Can I Be Him? - Galadriel x Halbrand (LOTR)

I Will Never Get Enough Of You (NSFW) - Elrond X Reader (LOTR)

The Last Dragonlord - Merlin x Arthur (BBC Merlin)

The Seer - Dorian x M!Inquisitor (Dragon Age)

Touch Yourself (NSFW) - Gil-galad X Reader (LOTR)

No pressure tags: @immortallaughter @myfavouritelunatic @haladriel @hazelmaines @caitlinlidae @stardustspell

And anyone else who wants to do it (please tag me so I can see! 👀)

[moosalicious]

My favorite takes about Gil-Galad's parentage so far, ranked from least to most absurd:

Orodreth's son, Finduilas's brother (a solid take, the most easily explainable one)

Actually Finduilas, who somehow didn't die

Lalwen's son, who Fingon claimed as his own

Son of a Fëanorian, who Fingon is passing off as his own and everyone just lets it slide because they need an heir

Related to the last one, everyone thinks Fingon is doing a terrible job of hiding that he's the son of a Fëanorian, but actually he's doing a great job of hiding that Gil-Galad isn't even related to anyone in the royal family

Actually Eluréd

Some rando who deliberately conned his way into kingship, but he's good at it and no one else wanted the job anyway

Some rando who accidentally conned his way into kingship and doesn't know how to get out of it

Someone who got hypnotized by a dragon into believing he's the rightful king, and no one -including the dragon - thought he'd do such a good job at it

Finrod had a Science Idea, and now he's the son of Finrod and Fingon and Maedhros too