#Elrond x Durin x disa

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Meanwhile in Moria

[liminal-zone]

where there is love it is never truly dark

fic link: hell is murky (for none can call our power to account)

fandom: LOTR, The Rings of Power | ship: Elrond/Durin/Disa

Rated: M | tagged: angst, threesome, bittersweet

summary: When Elrond looks back at this time, when he speaks of it, he wonders when it was first the ring of power sensed their bond, and began to covet it.

Or, an elven princeling falls for a dwarven prince and his princess on the precipice of tragedy.

Written for the Yuletide 2023 for Jarakrisafis

excerpt:

*

When Elrond looks back at this time, when he speaks of it, he wonders when it was first the ring of power sensed their bond, and began to covet it.

*

They lead him blindfolded into the dark depths of the mountain, with wandering hands making the hedonist journey delightful. It’s against a newly discovered mithril vein that Durin sucks his cock and Disa holds him. “Let the rock listen to you moan,” she croons. “Sing to the mountain with your desire.”

In the frenzy, the blindfold slips but he can’t see anything anyway, the darkness so deep. Darker than blackest ink. His sense of touch almost too much, almost too sensitive. But they’re warm and they’re alive and they’re his and they love him. His desire, yet another treasure for them to dig for, to share. They will pull what they want out of him, and he cannot deny them.

“What if we keep you down here,” Durin growls, easily guiding Elrond’s face between Disa’s legs, helping him find her already tasting of the sea and mingled desire. “Locked under stone for us to find and for us to take over and over again.” He chuckles as Elrond shivers under the firm grip of Durin’s hand and Disa’s thighs. “Would you like that? To be ours forever?”

His answer is in action, the movement of his skilled tongue. Disa wails into the darkness, Elrond knowing her needs so well. Her hand reaches for his hair, tearing at it. Urging him on, wishing him strength renewed.

He does not come up for air till she is a quivering mess, desperate for recovery before she can feel her pleasure again. Her words are broken in her mouth, and beautiful to his ears.

Durin is on him immediately, and does not let him rest. A ferocity matched only by Elrond’s willingness. The prince rips from him unknowable levels of pleasure. Elrond feels as if he’s made of a raging flame, coming again as Durin’s buried inside him. A joy unnatural. Is he a creature of flesh and blood and great purpose, or is he made for this, for desires met and desires taken?

It is as if the very mountain itself fucking him, claiming him in every hole, marking his skin, holding him down. Ravaging him in the dark. Taking pleasure from him, again, and again, and again, and –

*

What he doesn’t quite remember, for there were more demanding distractions of the flesh: the feel of cold metal on a warm hand, gripping his thigh.

[coraleethroughthelookingglass]

Love, Lust, Faith and Dreams - NSFW, Pick A Part That’s New, Chapter 4

In which Elrond, Durin and Disa finally get some alone time and we meet a humble artist called Isildur.

[elithilanor]

Elrond Internally: ME

THE LORD OF THE RINGS: RINGS OF POWER Episode 4 — The Great Wave

[anneangel]

Dwarves in general: I hate those pointy-eared fairies! Thorin, Gimli, Durin IV, Disa and Kili: Touch my pointy-eared Twink, and you will have your head separated from your body in a no gentle way and with a lot of pain involved, scum! Even though they don't really need our protection… Bilbo, Legolas, Elrond and Tauriel: excuse them, they're a too protective!

I love how every adaptation I've seen of Middle-Earth likes to give pointy-eared characters (hobbit, elves or half-elven) to a falsely grumpy, and totally possessive, dwarves. Is this becoming a fanon tradition in Tolkien adaptations? Because I'm loving it! Do not stop!

I'm loving relationships Bilbo & Thorin, Gimli & Legolas, Durin IV/Disa & Elrond and Kili & Tauriel! So this is just a poor contribution sketch...

[criticallyinneedofadar]

Pls pls pls I have a request 🙏

Could you do (young) Elrond x fReader pls?

The reader is a Young Elleth who lives in Khazad-Dum and she's one of Diza's friends. Elrond meets her during a diner with Durin and he's kinda offended because Durin hide her from him for a long time. 👀

This was so fun to write! I would definitely be willing to continue the story of these two- maybe little one shots of cute moments? Let me know what you think!

A Flower Among Stone

The air in the dining hall of Khazad-dûm is thick with the rich scent of roasted meats, spiced roots, and the faint tang of molten metal from the forges below. Disa’s laughter rings out, a warm and vibrant melody that bounces off the carved stone walls, mingling with Durin’s hearty chuckles. You sit at the end of the long table, fingers idly tracing the etched patterns on the wooden cup before you, trying not to draw attention to yourself.

You’ve learned well enough that in Khazad-dûm, it’s best to let the Dwarves hold the spotlight. Your presence here has always been a delicate balance. Disa, with her boundless kindness, has made you feel more welcome than you’d dared hope. Durin, too, has treated you fairly, though his teasing often borders on exasperating.

But tonight is different.

The arrival of Elrond Peredhel, emissary of the High King, has shifted the mood. He’s seated across from you, his polished armor catching the warm light of the lanterns, his posture impeccable. His smile is practiced, though you can see the faint strain behind it. He has been nothing but polite to you, but not once has he addressed you directly.

It stings, though you try not to show it.

“I must say,” Elrond begins, his tone even but his gaze fixed on Durin, “it’s curious that in all our conversations, you never saw fit to mention the presence of another elf within your halls.”

Durin’s brow furrows. “Didn’t think I had to report every visitor to you, Peredhel.”

“Visitors are one thing,” Elrond replies, voice tightening, “but a representative of the Eldar? That seems… noteworthy.” His eyes flick to you for the first time, and though his words remain formal, there’s a shadow of accusation in them. “I trust your time here has been… informative”

Your shoulders stiffen. “It has,” you reply, meeting his gaze steadily. “Durin and Disa have been most gracious hosts.”

“And yet, the High King seemed unaware of your presence here,” Elrond counters, his words measured but pointed.

Disa’s fork clatters against her plate. “Oh, come now, Elrond,” she chides, her voice sharp but not unkind. “There’s no need for that tone. She’s been a dear friend to us, and if Durin didn’t mention her to you, that’s on him.”

Durin raises his hands in mock surrender. “You think I keep track of everything I say to the Peredhel? He’s lucky I remember his name half the time.”

Elrond’s jaw tightens, and you can see the effort it takes for him to keep his composure. “It is not a matter of names, Prince Durin. It is about trust and transparency.”

“And perhaps,” Disa interjects, leaning forward with a pointed look, “it’s about showing a bit of kindness to someone who’s done nothing to deserve your irritation.”

The tension at the table is palpable. You lower your gaze, wishing for the polished stone floor to swallow you whole. The rest of the meal passes in a strained silence, the usual warmth of Disa and Durin’s table replaced by a frosty discomfort.

You step lightly through the stone-carved corridors of Khazad-dûm, the tension from dinner still knotting your shoulders. The soft murmur of voices drifts from the dining hall behind you, and though you know it’s impolite to eavesdrop, you hesitate at the turn of the corridor.

“You ought to be ashamed of yourself,” Disa’s voice rings clear, her usual warmth sharpened into a reprimand.

“I beg your pardon?” Elrond’s measured tone holds an edge, though it lacks the hauteur one might expect from someone of his station.

“You heard me,” Disa retorts. “That poor girl has been nothing but respectful—more respectful than some, it seems.”

“I was merely—”

“You were rude,” Durin interjects, his deep voice gruff but not without humor. “Manners, Peredhel. Haven’t the elves mastered those yet?”

Elrond sighs audibly. “It was not my intent to offend. I was… taken off guard. I did not expect to walk into a situation so significant without any prior knowledge.”

“And that justifies putting her on the spot?” Disa presses. “She’s not some courtier at Gil-galad’s court, used to fancy words and sharp barbs. She’s young, Elrond, and far from home. You should know better.”

There’s a pause, heavy with unspoken meaning. When Elrond speaks again, his voice is lower, softer. “You are right, of course. My reaction was unworthy of her—or of me. I will apologize.”

“You’ll do more than that,” Disa replies. “You’ll mean it. And you’d better do it quickly, before she decides we Dwarves aren’t worth the trouble of enduring your bad behavior.”

A quiet chuckle escapes you before you can stop it. You press a hand to your mouth, feeling a guilty sort of satisfaction at hearing the great Elrond Peredhel, herald of the High King, being so thoroughly chastised.

Careful not to make any more noise, you step away and head toward one of the common areas, where the soft glow of lanterns and the steady hum of Khazad-dûm’s life offer a welcome reprieve.

The room you choose is warm and inviting, carved from the same sturdy stone as the rest of the mountain, with thick tapestries lining the walls to dampen the chill. A small fire burns in the hearth, its light dancing across the polished surface of a low table. A few Dwarves sit in quiet conversation nearby, nodding in greeting as you enter. You take a seat by the fire, pulling your cloak closer around your shoulders, and let the soothing atmosphere wash over you.

You don’t wait long.

Footsteps echo faintly down the corridor, precise and deliberate. You glance up to see Elrond appear in the doorway, his expression as composed as ever, though there’s a flicker of something almost sheepish in his eyes.

“May I join you?” he asks, his voice steady but less formal than before.

You incline your head, gesturing to the seat across from you. “If you wish.”

He sits gracefully, resting his hands on his knees as he regards you. “I owe you an apology,” he begins, his gaze meeting yours directly. “My behavior at dinner was unbecoming, and you bore the brunt of it without cause. For that, I am sorry.”

You study him for a moment, noting the sincerity in his tone. “Disa and Durin gave you quite the lecture, didn’t they?”

The corner of his mouth quirks upward, a fleeting smile. “They did. And rightly so.”

You laugh softly, leaning back in your chair. “Consider your apology accepted, then. Though I admit, it was amusing to hear them scold you.”

Elrond lets out a breath, almost a laugh himself. “It is not an experience I am accustomed to.”

“Perhaps it’s one you needed.”

His smile widens slightly, though it carries a hint of self-reflection. “Perhaps.”

For a moment, the two of you sit in companionable silence, the crackle of the fire filling the space between words. 

Elrond’s gaze, keen and thoughtful, settles on you with a quiet intensity as the firelight casts shadows across his features. “I find myself curious,” he begins, his tone gentler now. “What brought you to Khazad-dûm? It is… an uncommon place for an elf to reside.”

You take a moment to consider your words, the memory stirring a familiar ache in your chest. “Two years ago,” you begin, your voice steady despite the heaviness of the tale, “my mother and I were traveling to Eregion. We’d heard whispers of its beauty and hoped to visit the city.”

Elrond inclines his head slightly. “It is indeed beautiful, or it was the last I saw of it. Please, go on.”

You draw in a slow breath, the next part of the story weighing heavily. “We were nearing the borders when we were ambushed by orcs. They struck swiftly, without warning. My mother…” You pause, swallowing hard. “She did not survive. She gave her life so I could flee.”

Elrond’s expression softens, his sharp gaze clouded with sorrow. “I am sorry for your loss,” he says quietly.

“Thank you.” You offer him a faint smile, though it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “I was badly injured in the attack. I thought that would be my end, but one of the dwarves found me—not far from the mountain’s borders—and carried me back to Khazad-dûm.”

“The dwarves saved you?” His voice is tinged with surprise, though not disbelief.

“They did,” you confirm. “They nursed me back to health, though their methods were… slower than the healing arts I’d known among our people. Even now, I still bear the scar on my side.” You gesture toward your right side, feeling the faint pull of the old wound as you shift. “And my sword arm aches from time to time, especially in the cold.”

Elrond’s gaze drifts to your arm, a flicker of sympathy crossing his face. “And yet you chose to remain here?”

You nod. “I did. I owe them my life, and I’ve come to care for them deeply. Disa and Durin have been like family to me. I’ve stayed as long as they would have me.”

The silence stretches between you, heavy with unspoken thoughts. Elrond’s expression is unreadable, his sharp features softened by the glow of the firelight. Finally, he speaks.

“It is rare for one of our kind to form such bonds with the dwarves,” he says, his tone contemplative. “But perhaps it is in such rarities that the truest friendships are forged.”

You smile faintly, feeling the weight of his words. “The dwarves have a saying: ‘Stone endures.’ I think that’s true of friendship, too—if you’re willing to put in the work to shape it.”

Elrond’s lips quirk upward, the faintest hint of a smile. “Wise words. Perhaps I underestimated the lessons to be learned here.”

For a moment, the fire crackles softly between you, and you find yourself surprised by the ease that has crept into the conversation. Elrond’s demeanor, so guarded at dinner, has shifted, and you see not only the High King’s herald but a man of keen mind and deep feeling.

“Thank you,” he says at last, breaking the silence. “For sharing your story. It cannot have been easy.”

“It wasn’t,” you admit, meeting his gaze steadily. “But I’ve learned that some scars are worth bearing, even if they never truly fade.”

Elrond's gaze lingers on you thoughtfully, his expression warm but serious. “The pain in your shoulder—your sword arm—it lingers still, yes?”

You nod reluctantly, rolling your shoulder as if to test the ache. “Sometimes, especially when the air grows cold or I push myself too hard.”

“Then allow me to help,” he offers, his tone soft but insistent.

You blink in surprise. “Help? How?”

“I am trained in the healing arts,” he replies. “It is a skill I have honed over many centuries. Perhaps I can alleviate your discomfort.”

You hesitate, the idea of Elrond tending to you both unexpected and a little overwhelming. “I wouldn’t want to trouble you,” you say, your voice quiet.

“It is no trouble,” he insists. “Think of it as an apology—for my behavior earlier.”

His earnestness leaves you with little room to protest. With a nod, you agree, and he rises from his seat. “Come,” he says. “We’ll need a quieter space.”

Elrond leads you through the winding halls of Khazad-dûm, his stride purposeful but unhurried. You soon arrive at the guest chambers where he is staying, a spacious room within Durin and Disa’s home. The air inside is warmer, lit by a few softly glowing lanterns. A desk sits near the far wall, its surface neatly organized with parchment, ink, and a few books Elrond has brought with him.

He gestures to the chair by the desk. “Sit here,” he instructs gently.

You comply, settling into the chair as he gathers his thoughts. “The pain resides near your shoulder, does it not?”

“Yes,” you confirm, glancing over your shoulder at him. “It’s mostly where the orc’s blade struck, just below the collarbone.”

Elrond nods, his expression thoughtful. “I will need to see the injury,” he says, his tone careful and professional.

You take a steadying breath. “Of course.” With practiced ease, you reach for the straps of your dress, undoing them over your right shoulder and letting the fabric slip down to expose your back and shoulder.

The room is silent for a moment, save for the crackle of a distant hearth. You catch a flicker of movement in the polished steel that edges the desk—a faint blush rising to Elrond’s cheeks. He clears his throat softly, a sound that makes you smile to yourself despite the situation.

“Thank you,” he says quietly, regaining his composure.

His hands hover above your shoulder, close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating from them. He murmurs a few words in Sindarin, the lyrical quality of the language soothing in itself. Then, a gentle glow emanates from his palms, and you feel the magic begin to seep into your skin.

A soft gasp escapes you as the warmth spreads, soothing the tightness that has plagued you for so long. The ache fades, replaced by a sensation of lightness and relief you hadn’t thought possible.

“Are you in pain?” Elrond asks, his voice low and concerned.

“No,” you manage, your voice barely above a whisper. “It feels… better. So much better.”

He works for a few more moments, his touch light but steady. When he finally steps back, the glow fades, and the room feels quieter somehow.

“The injury was deeper than I anticipated,” he says, his brow furrowing slightly. “But I believe the worst of it has been mended. The pain should trouble you less now, if at all.”

You glance at him over your shoulder, pulling your dress back into place. “Thank you, Elrond. I didn’t realize how much I’d grown used to the discomfort until now.”

He inclines his head, a small smile playing at his lips. “It was the least I could do, after my earlier misstep. I hope this begins to mend more than just your shoulder.”

You smile back, warmth spreading in your chest. “I think it does.”

For a moment, you sit in companionable silence, the bond between you subtly shifting—like a thread of gold woven into the fabric of stone and steel. The warmth of his magic still lingers faintly, and you feel a cautious sense of ease settling between you. Gathering your courage, you glance at him and speak.

“There’s something I’d like to show you,” you begin hesitantly. “If you have the time. The dwarves have cultivated gardens deep within the mountain. They use mirrors and lenses to bring in light—it’s unlike anything I’ve seen before, even in my own lands.”

Elrond raises an intrigued brow, his expression softening further. “Gardens, within stone walls? That sounds remarkable. I would be honored to see them.”

Your smile grows, tentative but genuine. “Then I’ll show you. I think you’ll find they’re worth the journey.”

He nods, the hint of a smile on his lips, and for the first time, you sense that his earlier guardedness has given way to something deeper—an openness to the possibilities that this unexpected connection might hold.

[happysafaricampers]

We know that Durin was angry in season 1 because Elrond stopped contacting him for twenty years, but did he ever try to reach out to make sure that his bestie wasn't lying injured in a ditch somewhere? Or did he just sulk? Tbh, I think that is why Disa is warm to Elrond right at the beginning. Because if my husband's bestie ghosted him and didn't reply to any messages and then just waltzed back in after twenty years, I'd probably kick him in the balls. The reason why Disa was so nice and happy to see him was because she knew Durin had been just as bad.

[ceris-x]

We got a Disa and Durin kiss, an Isildur and Estrid kiss, poppy kissed a guy she met a couple of days ago, we even got an Elrond and Galadriel kiss!! But still no Elendil and Miriel kiss!!!! They could have at least hugged!! 😭

[buffyfan145]

Episode 2.5 of "Rings of Power" was fantastic!!! 😀 One of their best, if not the best of the season with all those twists, performances, and Easter eggs. Going to put the spoilery stuff behind a cut but loved that a post jokingly made last year about how I thought Sauron was going to start acting like Spike from "Buffy" actually happened with that one scene. LOL 😂

Both the Charlies did amazing last night as Sauron/Annatar and Celebrimbor!!! 😀 From seeing how Sauron is manipulating Celebrimbor and getting him to make the 9 rings for the men now too, and then Celebrimbor is starting to regret this and it's getting so sad knowing what's coming. I still think we won't see who the 9 men are till next season with Battle of Eregion being the next 3 episodes, but nice to see this storyline starting and Sauron also talking about Numenor and knowing he'll go back there at some point.

Then the scene with Sauron and Mirdania where he compared her to Galadriel and touched her hair was crazy to actually see happen!!! 😀 A lot of us wondered if something like that would and also show that Sauron still thinks about Galadriel all the time with how much the actresses look alike. I know it was also to get Mirdania on his side, but that's the scene I mentioned about Spike from "Buffy". I jokingly wondered if something like this would happen as on that show Spike was in love with Buffy but she hated him and wanted nothing to do with him, so he started dating Harmony who also looks like her. There was even one moment where they role played with her as Buffy. LOL Eventually Spike's ex Drucilla kidnapped both Buffy and Harmony and forced Spike to admit he was in love with Buffy. So this brought back a lot for me being a Spuffy shipper, and seeing the similarities with Haladriel. I don't think this show is going to go any further with it like "Buffy" did, but I do think this showed more about Sauron's feelings for Galadriel and that they are real.

Then great storylines with the dwarves and showing how the rings are both helping and corrupting them. Then Disa finding the balrog, and the Doors of Durin being made. Also the Numenor plot is getting better but also tragic as the war has started and Kemen killed Valandil!!! 😲 Sad to see them destroy the temple too and arresting Elendil and going after Miriel. Plus, teasing Ar-Pharazon already thinking about Valinor.

Also great to see what visions Gil Galad is getting from his ring and Elrond trying to get him to help Eregion. And glad the see the ep end with Galadriel with Adar and the orcs and setting up the begining of their alliance. Can't wait to see what they talk about next week, and again the Battle starts next week too.

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They're in love 😍

I love how Disa is in charge and they both know it

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In honor of Summer Celebration Week 5 - Relationships! Specifically, who is your favorite ship on The Rings of Power?

If you have a close second, one you are looking forward to, a platonic ship, or an alternative ship name, please reply in the comments or tags! All are welcome here.

please reblog for more results ~ open for the week!

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Chapters: 1/5 Fandom: The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power (TV 2022) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Galadriel | Artanis/Halbrand (The Rings of Power), Disa (The Rings of Power)/Durin IV (Tolkien)/Elrond Peredhel/Halbrand (The Rings of Power), Disa (The Rings of Power)/Durin IV (Tolkien), Elrond Peredhel/Isildur Characters: Galadriel | Artanis, Halbrand (The Rings of Power), Durin IV (Tolkien), Disa (The Rings of Power), Elrond Peredhel, Balrog Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Alternate Universe - Real World, established relationships - Freeform, Damn right Human!Halbrand is the superior Halbrand, Originally Inspired by Hallmark Christmas Movies, Fluff and Smut, Sex Positive, ethical non-monogamy, meet cute, Flashbacks, Slice of Life, love is love, Chapter 4 - NSFW, Chapter 5 - NSFW Series: Part 11 of The Nossë-Verse Summary:

It’s about time we properly met Elrond’s loves, and Disa and Durin met Galadriel’s.

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