#Elrond simps

[earthlybeam]

How would Thranduil, Elrond, and other elves react to a daring surprise kiss while drunk on wine at a festival?

elves react to a daring surprise kiss from reader/you while drunk on wine at a festival

how would the elves react to this?

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Thranduil, Elrond Versions below. Link to Gil-galad and Celebrimbor here.

🍷𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓾𝓲𝓵

𐂂 The Starlight Festival had reached its peak, and the Woodland Realm was alive with a rare kind of energy. The air was filled with music, laughter, and the sweet scent of wine that had been generously poured into silver goblets. The scent of blooming flowers and fresh earth mixed with the sweet tang of Dorwinion wine, a drink that flowed freely tonight in honor of the rare celebration. Elves in flowing garments danced in the moonlight beneath the shimmering canopy of stars, their movements graceful, as if the very forest was celebrating with them. Thranduil, as always, presided over the festivities from his lofty seat—a throne carved of intertwined roots, where he observed the revelry with an aloof yet intrigued air. His golden crown of autumn leaves glowed faintly in the soft light, his sharp, calculating gaze following the festivities below.

𐂂 You, however, were not watching from a distance. You had already indulged a little too much in the wine, the smooth, rich liquid emboldening you as it slipped through your veins. It was easy to forget the usual careful restraint you maintained around the Elvenking when the mood was this jubilant, and the warmth of the evening wrapped around you like a cloak. You knew Thranduil well, perhaps even better than most of the elves present at the festival. There had always been an unspoken bond between the two of you, one built on mutual respect and an understanding that transcended mere formality. Still, there was something about the way he held himself tonight—distant yet softened by the warmth of the wine—that made you feel a surge of daring.

𐂂 Your friends had long since dispersed, lost in the crowd, but your eyes never left Thranduil. His poised, regal demeanor contrasted so sharply with the carefree atmosphere around him. A thought stirred within you, bold and impulsive—a sudden desire to break the boundary of formality and see if the Elvenking could be caught off guard. And with that thought, the idea bloomed fully in your mind. With a wry grin to yourself, you made your way toward him. As always, he noticed you before you could reach him, his silver eyes catching yours with a knowing flicker. Thranduil had been watching you, or perhaps simply waiting for your next move. His lips curved in a faint but curious smile, but he said nothing as you approached him. “Careful,” he warned softly, his voice rich and smooth, tinged with amusement, as he regarded you with an amused tilt of his head. “You’ve had enough wine, I see.”

𐂂 You smiled back, half-laughing, the wine thickening your tongue and your courage. “Enough for a little mischief,” you replied, your voice teasing yet warm, familiar. He raised an eyebrow, an amused glint in his gaze. “Misguided mischief, I suspect.” Before he could say anything more, before either of you could retreat into your usual roles—he, the dignified King, and you, the long-time companion—you leaned in. The crowd and the festivities faded into the background as you reached up, with only a moment’s hesitation, and pressed a soft, daring kiss to his lips. For a heartbeat, there was nothing but the feel of his cool lips against yours and the steady beat of your own heart, which now seemed far too loud. His reaction was immediate and telling. Thranduil froze, his tall, graceful frame still as stone beneath your touch. The light from the lanterns around the clearing cast shadows across his face, and his piercing gaze opened wide, though it softened, just slightly, with a flicker of surprise. His lips parted from yours, but he did not push you away.

𐂂 The moment stretched, his fingers lightly brushing your jaw as he slowly pulled back, his breath still steady, though his expression had shifted from surprise to something darker, more guarded—like a king who had just been tested. His eyes, sharp and calculating, searched your face, almost as if he were trying to read your intentions.“You are bold tonight,” he said, his voice low, rich with something that wasn’t quite approval, but far from anger. “I never imagined you’d be so reckless.” You swallowed, feeling a twinge of vulnerability now that the boldness had worn off. You had never crossed this line with him before, and despite the warmth of the wine, the risk of the gesture suddenly felt very real. “I—apologies, Thranduil. I did not mean to—”

𐂂 “Mean to what?” His voice softened, the faintest glint of amusement breaking through his sternness. “To kiss your king?” His words, though still wrapped in an air of authority, were not unkind. But his eyes remained intensely focused on you. He was studying you, measuring you with the care of someone who had lived through countless years and seen many different faces, but whose trust was not easily won. Yet, to your surprise, he did not pull away. His hand, so careful and gentle, rested against your cheek for a moment longer than expected. There was a pause before he added with a wry smile, “Perhaps this wine has made you more daring than I thought.” You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and relief. “Perhaps. Or perhaps I’ve simply had enough of watching from the sidelines.” For a moment, it seemed as though he would respond in kind, but instead, his gaze softened just slightly. “I see,” he murmured, voice quieter now, almost thoughtful. His hand fell away from your face, but not without a lingering warmth. “Let us see how long your courage lasts, then. I wonder… what else you might dare now?”

𐂂 You held his gaze, feeling the weight of his words settle in your chest. There was something unspoken in the way he looked at you—something that suggested, despite his regal authority, despite his cool demeanor, he was intrigued by you in a way that went beyond mere courtesy. The moment was electric, charged with possibilities. The festival around you continued, the elves unaware of the quiet tension that lingered between you and their king, but as Thranduil’s eyes met yours once more, you knew this was a night neither of you would soon forget.

📜 𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓭

✶ The night in Rivendell was alive with the magic of the Celebration of the Moon and Stars, a festival woven into the very fabric of the Elves’ connection to the night sky. The stars shone bright above the gathered revelers, their silver light cascading down upon the crowd like a blessing. The air was fragrant with the sweetness of wine, the murmur of laughter, and the distant hum of elven music, soft and ethereal. Elves in rich, shimmering garments danced and sang beneath the heavens, their movements fluid, their faces alight with joy. Among them stood Elrond, ever dignified and composed, his presence commanding yet serene. He was in the midst of a conversation with a circle of Rivendell’s noblest, the words flowing between them with the careful deliberation that was typical of their genteel society. His robes, dark and regal, billowed slightly in the evening breeze, and his hair caught the glint of starlight, giving him an almost otherworldly glow. His voice, deep and steady, resonated as he spoke with his companions, yet there was something in his eyes that reflected the awe of the night—the very essence of the celebration.

✶ You, on the other hand, had been swept up in the intoxicating atmosphere of the festival. The sweet, earthy wine had worked its magic, and you felt a playful, daring energy rise within you. The melodies of the Elves’ songs, the dance of the stars, the laughter of your friends—it was all too much to resist. You had known Elrond for some time now, though your bond had always been one of quiet companionship, and not of passionate or romantic entanglements. Still, the wine had emboldened you tonight. As Elrond continued his conversation with the nobles, his back turned toward you, you found yourself quietly approaching him. Your feet seemed light as you weaved through the crowd, your eyes focused on the back of his elegant form. You’d often admired him from afar, but this night felt different—spurred by the heat of the wine and the boldness that came with it, you decided that tonight would be the night you would act on your impulse.

✶ Without warning, you leaned in, closing the space between you and Elrond. Your lips brushed against his cheek, then, driven by the wine’s warmth and the flickering excitement in your chest, you pressed a quick, daring kiss to his lips. The world around you seemed to pause. Elrond’s noble face, usually so calm and composed, went still in the surprise of it. His eyes widened as he slowly pulled away from you, his gaze searching yours with a mix of surprise and curiosity. The nobles who had been speaking with him fell silent, their attention shifting to the unexpected exchange. Elrond’s hand, which had been resting by his side, stiffened slightly, and his lips parted as if to speak. For a moment, he seemed to have lost his voice. The stars above, those ancient and knowing witnesses, twinkled brightly as if watching this bold moment unfold. Elrond’s gaze softened as he studied you, a flicker of amusement crossing his features. He leaned back slightly, the barest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You are most bold this evening, my friend,” he said, his voice low but warm, with the faintest teasing note threading through it.

✶ You felt a blush creep across your face, the wine making your heart beat faster, yet the nerves in your stomach were calmed by the softness in his eyes. “I suppose the night, the wine, and the stars all made me do it,” you said, your voice a little breathless from the unexpectedness of it all. Elrond’s smile grew ever so slightly, and his eyes, which were typically full of ancient wisdom and restraint, glinted with something else—something gentler, more open than you’d seen before. “The stars may indeed have their influence, but I doubt even they could have pulled you to such an action without your own heart in the matter,” he mused, his tone more thoughtful now, as if considering what had just occurred between you.

✶ The nobles, who had been silent until now, exchanged quiet glances, unsure whether to resume their conversation or acknowledge what had just transpired. One of them, an older Elf with a well-groomed beard and silver hair, gave a quiet laugh, his eyes glimmering with humor. “It seems we have witnessed something rare tonight,” he said softly, more to the others than to Elrond. Elrond, ever the composed leader, gave a small, knowing nod to the group, though his gaze never left you. “Indeed,” he said, his voice holding a deeper tone now, as though weighing the moment with more thought. “But this moment, like the stars above us, will pass into the tapestry of the night. I do not mind its place within it.”

✶ The music in the distance swirled around you both, the soft melodies of Elven harps and flutes mingling with the night air. For a moment, there was silence between you and Elrond, a quietness that hung heavy in the air, filled with unspoken things—things that neither of you could put into words just yet. Elrond took a step closer, his presence commanding yet gentle, his eyes searching yours once again. “I confess,” he said, his voice quiet and intimate now, “I did not expect this… tonight. But I do not find it unwelcome.”

✶ Your heart fluttered at his words, the warmth of the wine and the weight of the moment mingling together in a way that left you breathless. The stars above, ancient and timeless, bore witness to this quiet shift between you and the Lord of Rivendell. And though the night would continue, with its music and dancing, there was a new layer to the festival now—a subtle yet undeniable connection that had blossomed in the warmth of the evening. The kiss had been bold, unplanned, but in the quiet after, there was something deeper—something that neither of you could have expected, and yet, it was exactly what the stars had hinted at.

[makeshiftdraco]

Um...excuse me, Pinterest? Clearly I am only interested in a very specific white boy elf boy...

[boredgramlin]

Do y'all ever get the Platonic Simp™ ?

Like you know a character and you're down bad for them but definitely not in a sexual or romantic way?

I don't simp for characters that are appropriate to date for me and I never wanted to actually fuck/date anyone I simped for.

I'm down bad for their personality. The way they show emotions. The concept of how they're a mythical creature doing things that are specifical to their species. The relationships and dinamics they have with other characters in the story. The way they act when they're tired or sick. How well they're written. I'm simping for the way they exist.

I'm a slut for them being them.

[knightofthenewrepublic]

[super-duper-stupor]

Girl, send help. My thirst for Hugo Weaving is insane🥵

[frodo-with-glasses]

Mid-week reminder to VOTE IN THE WEEKLY POLL!

This week’s question: Who’s the best dad in LotR?

If your answer is…

Gaffer Gamgee

Farmer Maggot

Farmer Cotton

Elrond

Theoden

Imrahil

Denethor

Beregond

Sam Gamgee

…then VOTE HERE IN PART ONE!

If your answer is…

Celeborn

Gamling

Gloin

Thranduil

Rory Brandybuck

Mr. Sandyman

Otho Sackville-Baggins

Other

…then VOTE HERE IN PART TWO!

We want to hear from YOU!

[feyhunter78]

A little sneak peek/line I love from a future chapter of Snapdragons!!!

She called him her husband in her sweet voice, so beautiful and lyrical, that he wondered if after she was born, all music was created in an attempt to imitate the sound of her speech. Though, it all paled in comparison to the symphony that was his name falling from her lips.

[laneynoir]

Ok but this is ine of my favourite parts in the books, not slightly because it just points out that both Èomer and Èowyn find at least one of the Arwen/Aragorn couple veerrryyy attractive.

In three days, as the King had said, Éomer of Rohan came riding to the City, and with him came an éored of the fairest knights of the Mark. He was welcomed; and when they sat all at table in Merethrond, the Great Hall of Feasts, he beheld the beauty of the ladies that he saw and was filled with great wonder. And before he went to his rest he sent for Gimli the Dwarf, and he said to him: 'Gimli Glóin's son, have you your axe ready?' 'Nay, lord,' said Gimli, 'but I can speedily fetch it, if there be need.' 'You shall judge,' said Éomer. 'For there are certain rash words concerning the Lady in the Golden Wood that lie still between us. And now I have seen her with my eyes.' 'Well, lord,' said Gimli, 'and what say you now?' 'Alas!' said Éomer. 'I will not say that she is the fairest lady that lives.' 'Then I must go for my axe,' said Gimli. 'But first I will plead this excuse,' said Éomer. 'Had I seen her in other company, I would have said all that you could wish. But now I will put Queen Arwen Evenstar first, and I am ready to do battle on my own part with any who deny me. Shall I call for my sword?' Then Gimli bowed low. 'Nay, you are excused for my part, lord,' he said. 'You have chosen the Evening; but my love is given to the Morning. And my heart forebodes that soon it will pass away for ever.'

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[apoloadonisandnarcissus]

What would happen if Galadriel joined Sauron?

Many think he would make a slave out of her, or something of that sort. But is that what would really happen?

Tolkien sort of answered to that on his Letter 246, when discussing the Three Elven ring-bearers (Galadriel, Elrond and Gandalf) in connection with them taking the One ring for themselves:

It appears that Galadriel conceived of herself as capable of wielding the Ring and supplanting the Dark Lord. […] Galadriel would have proceeded in the policy now adopted by Sauron: [she] would have built up an empire with great and absolutely subservient generals and armies and engines of war, until [she] could challenge Sauron and destroy him by force.  

Galadriel would be worse than Sauron, in the long run. Because, according to Tolkien, Galadriel would be Sauron 2.0., and she would follow the “Saruman route”: she would join Sauron conspiring to replace him and take his power for herself.

Which is pretty much what she says in “Fellowship of the Ring” book:

“And now at last it comes. You will give me the Ring freely! In place of the Dark Lord you will set up a Queen. And I shall not be dark, but beautiful and terrible as the Morning and the Night! Fair as the Sea and the Sun and the Snow upon the Mountain! Dreadful as the Storm and the Lightning! Stronger than the foundations of the earth. All shall love me and despair!

She lifted up her hand and from the ring that she wore there issued a great light that illumined her alone and left all else dark. She stood before Frodo seeming now tall beyond measurement, and beautiful beyond enduring, terrible and worshipful.

And this could go both ways: either Sauron would want her as Queen, or as a servant. She would try to take his place, all the same.

Anyway, with them blood bond together, Sauron would give her his power, and turn her into a Goddess. Since he was created as a Maia, and needs to serve a Vala, he can’t escape his own submissive nature. And, so, Sauron wouldn’t sideline Galadriel, quite the opposite. And in the long run, their dynamic would return to what it was in Season 1, no matter his intentions; because Galadriel is a natural born leader, while Sauron is a natural born follower.

And this would be absolutely terrifying. I don’t think there would be any light, there. Galadriel would be corrupted (and Sauron wouldn’t need to do much, if I’m being honest). Sauron’s power would turned her into a super-villain Dark Afrodite; she would make everyone fall in love with her (“all shall love me and despair”), her appeal maximized, irresistible and seductive. Everyone would fall at her feet, on their knees, and be slaves to her. She would get anything she wanted from everyone around her.

Don’t believe this self-deceiving evil diva; there would be no “light” involved in this.

Not sure how this would work with Sauron’s jealousy and possessiveness, though; probably he would start to resent her the same way he did with Morgoth. Galadriel would have to find a way to calm down Sauron’s obsessiveness. Because this would be wild, and the stuff of nightmares for everyone else, but them.

This would probably be Sauron all the time.

And all of this would destroy Middle-earth. Galadriel’s suitors would be going around killing each other over her. Universal warfare. And Sauron himself would probably join this fight if any of them were to cross a line with Galadriel. This would mean apocalypse. The doomsday of the simps.

[neyafromfrance95]

i got quite a few anons in my askbox today screaming how it's "confirmed" (it isn't) that it is elrond or celeborn kiss and how happy they are that sauron x galadriel shippers are going to be "purged" from the tolkien space... i ofc simply blocked those anons bc i don't need that toxicity but,

it confirms what i've been saying - the incelbros demanding celeborn+celebrian, constantly bringing them up, spreading false leaks about elrond/galadriel kiss, are doing all of that bc sauron x galadriel makes their blood boil.

and i guess it's bc they have this tradwife mother fantasy of galadriel and they hate that she is serving the armour-core. but again, it's so funny to me that in the eyes of the incel fanboys, sauron x galadriel are some sort of wokest feministest ship ever. or maybe they just hate seeing the heroines having ambitions AND desires. and romances that are catered to women.

sauron isn't just a sexy hot villain, he is the villain who offers galadriel to be a queen and wants to give her power, and becomes a pathetically obsessed simp for her.

i guess the incels don't like such dynamics. they prefer the male characters to be the stoic heroes and their love interests to be these docile waifus and for them to have the most puritan normative relationship.

they don't like it that sauron encourages galadriel to be more ambitious and powerful. they like it when the heroes humble the heroines.

they don't like it when romances serve the matched freaks and overarching metaphysical motifs and metaphors either. they accept romance only when it's simple and catering to the incel fantasy.

[tolkienpinupcalendar]

Sluttiest Tolkien Character: Round 5

Adar vs Turin

art by @redreyenotarget

Propaganda under the cut ↓

Adar:

His name is literally Daddy and we know why ;) His whole deal is looking gorgeous and traumatized and falling in love with his worst enemies (Sauron to Galadriel to Elrond and on and on.) Besides, who doesn't love a man (Uruk) covered in black blood? Adar could get it, in both Joseph Mawle and Sam Hazeldine forms, but we admire Hazeldine for committing so fully to the "single dad newly divorced and ready to FUCK" version of the character in season 2. And who doesn't love a devoted father?

god just look at him. that man gets pegged

Turin:

he’s got more hoes than names. almost everybody he meets immediately wants to fuck him. man or woman, elf or human, noldo or sinda, none are immune to joining his army of simps. elves don’t even care if he’s a doom magnet bc he’s just too irresistible to them. they’ll choose his hot human ass over wisdom any day. both a father and his daughter want him. elves see him and immediately forget about the laws and customs. WHO else is doing it like him?

#EVERYONE who met turin wanted him #wherever he went he got people fucked over because they were so Down Bad for him

#androg was not Like That over turin and beleg for turin not to win

[rey-jake-therapist]

Bold prediction for ROP season 2 : Galadriel won't kiss anyone. At least, not romantically.

Morfydd didn't say that her character was at the other end of the kiss, did she? She may have referred to a kiss that Galadriel witnesses. Maybe it will be two Uruks kissing for all we know; that would be surprising enough for the audience !

I know so called "leaks" claim that Galadriel kisses someone who's not Celeborn, but there are so many haters out there who will tell anything to discredit the show, that I refuse to take these leaks as legit source of information.

I don't expect a Saurondriel kiss tbh, neither in a vision or "for real". I simply don't think they will go there. Imho they'll keep Galadriel and Sauron's relationship ambiguous, to allow shippers to keep on shipping without antagonizing the Tolkien lore-bros and the antis too much. I won't complain if I'm wrong but I refuse to hold my hopes up on this point...

Galadriel kissing Adar, especially to make Sauron jealous, would be totally OOC imho.

They won't make Elrond and Galadriel romantic, I'm sure of that. Since the beginning they are like brother and sister, and Elrond will later marry Galadriel's daughter... Making him simp for Galadriel would be VERY weird. It's probably him that we see caress Galadriel's face (or it's a red herring and it's in fact Sauron dressed as Halbrand in his Eregion outfit.....), but it doesn't have to be a romantic gesture !

The only scenario I can envision is a hand kiss given by Adar or Sauron. Or a kiss of friendship on the cheek or the forehead.

But a romantic kiss? Sorry, nah.

[shirefantasies]

Congrats on 100 followers!!

What are some of your lotr headcanons?

Thank you so much 🥳 Ooooooh good question 👀 lessee *cracks knuckles* I’m going to do some regular one & some romantic ones, enjoy 😘

Some of my LoTR Headcanons!

*General*

✧ Aragorn may have worn Boromir’s bracers, but he also kept a drawing he found in his pocket. Turns out Faramir had drawn it one day when they were boys and his older brother held onto it until the end of his days.

✧ Legolas is so soft around little ones. He tries to act all like a wise guide but devolves into letting them climb him and carrying them up to rooftops for starlight stories. Doesn’t even care if they grab his hair or his ears, he’s still smiling so gently at them.

✧ Pippin is what would be called in modern days neurodivergent, more specifically with autism and ADHD. His parents and Merry were the most understanding ones, the ones who knew what he needed to hear and how he would process it best when others didn’t always understand.

✧ Legolas and Aragorn had the habit of singing together at fireside, quiet elvish songs, until one evening Gimli decided to put a stop to it with a dwarvish drinking song. In the end, the others find it so funny they learn it and join in, all three of them leaving their troubles for one night of song.

✧ Lord Elrond? Elrond of Rivendell??? Makes the best cup of tea in Middle Earth, fight me.

✧ Faramir teaches Pippin his favorite childhood game, probably something akin to chess, not really expecting the hobbit to enjoy it but Pippin ends up beating him out of sheer luck

✧ Frodo, Aragorn, and Legolas could have totally talked some shit in Elvish to each other and I firmly believe they did

✧ Arwen thinks of Lindir as a friend, but he’s so formal that in his mind such a lady could never see him so casually, leading to comical differences in the way they address each other

✧ Pippin wants a shit ton of kids some day. Sam is happy with around three, Merry wants a boy and a girl, Frodo isn’t sure he even wants children at all, but Pippin? He’s down for five to ten no problem, and he will be best friends with every single one.

✧ Eowyn teaches Faramir a bunch of horse riding tricks and he falls in love with riding as a sport, smiling as he takes in an act he only performed in war during a moment of pure joy and prosperity.

*Romance*

✧ Merry and Pippin are both such passionate kissers. OMG you will be breathless

✧ Elrond is the gentlest lover, handling his partner so carefully as if they were like gorgeous blown-glass in his hands and could break.

✧ Boromir is the type to grab his partner’s booty when they’re kissing in private

✧ Frodo’s ideal partner is not the smartest person or the most well-read, but someone with lighter spirits than his, someone who can never fail to bring a smile to his face and a laugh out of him.

✧ Faramir absolutely adores surprising you with flowers, so get ready to find them everywhere.

✧ Legolas is incredibly shy, inexperienced, and unsure with romance, so he prefers you to lead so that he can respond in kind, learning and studying with each touch, each act. He discovers his favorite thing is tracing a hand up and down your spine as you embrace.

✧ Gimli likes to act so rough and tough for someone who, in modern terms, would be called a massive simp, practically rolling out a red carpet for his partner and worshipping the ground they walk on, kissing them almost reverently unless the mood shifted deeper.

✧ Eomer is so good at giving massages, his partner will feel like royalty whenever he helps them relax

✧ He doesn’t look it, but Sam 100% would be the type to hold you up against a wall as he kisses you

✧ Aragorn enjoys being little spoon quite frequently. Fight me.

[withallthatisleftofmyheart]

It is not Wednesday but here is a WIP

So far it is smut-free and SFW. It's a fix-it in which Adar is taken to Rivendell, faces the consequences of his actions, is thanked for giving everyone 1000 years without Sauron, and becomes a massive simp for Elrond.

In the depths of a slumber that gave him no rest, Adar dreamt of flames and darkness. Visions of his children, bloodied and burning, flooded his mind. His arms recalled the warmth and weight of each and every babe that he had cradled in his arms, and his lips, the sensation of pressing to their cool foreheads as he bid them farewell. He saw the face of Mairon, beautiful and treacherous. Adar felt the wine he had given him as it slithered down his throat. How sweet it had tasted, how foul it truly was. Like soft kisses upon his neck that were needles in his skin. Morgoth’s crown was in his hands, plunging into The Deceiver's back. His children were stabbing Sauron. His children were stabbing him. His children were stabbing each other. The smell of his flesh as it burned in an inferno of torture. The smell of burning flesh as the Men were branded. The smell of volcanic ash and decimation. Death, blood, flames and darkness. And then he awoke. 

The first thing he noticed was the soothing sound of running water, then songbirds and then he felt the pain. His body was agony all over, which was not unusual but this time it was different. He urged his eyes to flutter open and felt the stickiness of tears that had been repeatedly shed and dried. The light was blinding at first, it had been a long time since he had witnessed so blue a sky. With a grunt, he pushed himself up to sit and saw that he was lying in a lush meadow, beside a river whose waters were crystal clear. He was all alone and could not recall how he came to be here. The last thing he remembered was…he did not want to think about it just yet. Instead, he chose to inspect the wounds that seemed to cover his entire body. As he moved his fingers to search for tender spots, he discovered that he was not wearing his armour. In its place he found a linen gown of brightest white. Someone must have changed him, but who? Through the fabric he felt out the shapes of countless stab wounds. Many of them were already healed, but still they ached. By the time he had finished his task he was exhausted again. So he lay back into the soft grass and drifted off once more.

This time his sleep was restful and his dreams, while bittersweet, were not so horrifying. He saw an elven commander in shining armour, charging toward him on a white horse. Then, the same beautiful elf was sitting at the opposite end of a long table. These were memories, they had actually happened. In the dream however, the elven commander walked the length of the table and kissed Adar so softly that it made him weep. Then they were on a battlefield discussing the works of Rúmil while elves and uruks fought and died around them. Next, Adar was lying on his back with Sauron’s wicked face looming over him. He cried out in fear and the Dark Lord’s form shifted into that of the elf. He was singing a lullaby from the First Age. “Elrond?” Adar spoke from inside the dream. “Adar,” the elf replied, “Adar, wake up. You must drink.”

“Elrond,” he croaked as his eyes opened once more. It was not Elrond who knelt beside him in the sunny meadow but High King Gil-galad, offering him a waterskin. The King’s face was stern, yet a hint of concern was visible in his eyes. “High King,” Adar acknowledged. “Drink,” the King replied. Once again Adar pushed himself up to sit. The pain had returned to its usual level, which was excruciating but at least familiar. He took the waterskin from the King and drank greedily. His thirst was so great that he finished the whole thing before wondering if it was poisoned. He did not have the strength for suspicion, so instead he chose to be grateful. “Thank you,” he said, gasping for air. The King’s only response was a “Hmm.” Adar asked, “Where are we?” The King stood up and offered out his hand. Adar hesitated but then took it and heaved himself to standing.

The world spun and it felt as though his legs had been knocked out from beneath him. He collapsed into the King’s broad shoulders and closed his eyes, waiting for the feeling to pass. Adar could hear the lullaby from his dream again. He realised that it was the King who was singing it. Gradually the ground became solid once more. “You have a beautiful voice,” he noted as he tested out standing on his own. His knees wobbled but the King held out an arm and he took it. Ignoring his compliment, the King said, “Many are displeased by your being here. Do not make me regret letting Elrond convince me to bring you,” before leading him out across the meadow.

[doodle-pops]

Hii^^

Your Námo fic was such a fun read, but Mina… you turn every person I don’t like into ones that I would die for✨ You can’t make me simp for everyone… it’s not fair 🫣

Also, I have a question~ Which Elf would own cats, dogs or other exotic animals (parrots, snakes etc.)?

A/N: ✨️That’s a special ability of mine✨️ I have superpowers, and I’m glad that you enjoyed it ☺️. As for which elves would have interesting pets apart. Also, I’m not good at knowing the names of different domestic cats, so excuse my lack of knowledge 🫣

Cats...

— Maedhros (the very fluffy ones), Caranthir (probably a panther), Curufin, Finrod, Egalmoth, Rog (I know it might be odd, but just pick this giant being cuddly and soft with a kitty), Erestor, Beleg (a panther), Gwindor (a black cat bc he needs good laughter from their antics)

Dogs...

— Celegorm (I can see him having lots of others, but being a dog person sticks out the most bc of Huan), Amrod, Amras, Argon, Beleg, Elladan

Birds…

— Feanor, Maglor (parrot), Fingolfin, Fingon (eagles esp after saving Mae), Finarfin (goldfish; to obv lol), Ecthelion (swans), Egalmoth (peacock)

Horses...

— Celegorm (ofc), Caranthir, Amrod, Amras, Fingolfin, Fingon, Argon, Angrod, Aegnor, Glorfindel, Beleg, Elrohir, Elladan, Gil Galad, Elrond

Fishes...

— Celebrimbor (a nice pond filled with a variety), Turgon, Finarfin, Finrod, Galdor, Elrond

Others...

— Celegorm (a wolf bc why not), Galdor (rabbits/bunnies/turtles), Maeglin (ferrets/weasels/mole), Thingol (deers/elks/reindeer), Beleg (a capybara and wolf as well; the entire forest of animals probably lol)

[eccentricmya]

MGiME but OC has transmigrated/isekai'd into a heartbroken Gilraen after Arathorn's death.

OC to herself probably: No, you cannot moon over your own child! That's so gross. Legolas though... Yeah no, he's your kid's bff, get yourself together woman!

But what can OC do? She's 23 feeling 17, a widow of a man she doesn't know, and the mother of a 2-yr old Aragorn! If she cannot be a 10th walker, then she's gonna make full use of her high status and meet all her favourite characters!

So when Elrond welcomes the mother and child into Rivendell for protection, he expects a woman barely functioning through her grief: so deep was the love between Arathorn and Gilraen.

But what Elrond gets instead is a woman who flirts with him!!?? And Glorfindel?! And Erestor too??!!

(Though curiously, when Elrohir tries to trifle with her, emboldened by her rather over-friendliness with every elf of importance in the vicinity, he is treated to her motherly fussing instead, much to Elladan's amusement.)

When the company of Thorin Oakenshield passes through, you can bet your ponies that OC!Gilraen is hanging out with the dwarves instead of hiding away, fawning over His majestic Mr. Majesty, Thorin, and trying to join his quest.

(She doesn't. Little Estel puts a stop to that madness by pouting and wobbling his lips until tears glisten in his silver-grey eyes and OC!Gilraen has always been a simp for Aragorn, be he 10 or 88. She still slips a love note to Thorin before he leaves, warning him about his impending doom, which promptly gets lost in the goblin caves, washed out as it was in the rains, changing nothing.)

Just... Aragorn growing up with a mother who is full of life and love for him. A mother who would look at him and see her favourite person in all of Arda, instead of a ghost of someone she held dearer than life.

(And when he is named Elessar and crowned king, OC!Gilraen is there, 102 but looking barely a decade older than him — more a sister in the people's eyes than his mother. And OC may be a centenarian, but holy hell, that silver fox over there, is that the Prince of Dol Amroth!!??)