#Erestor Fiction

[laurefindele-thegolden]

Day 6: Return To Middle Earth - Forget Me Nots

Okay so this is based on a post by ettelenethlien about flowers growing on the graves of middle earth heros and especially the part in the end asking if the flowers that grew on glorfindel’s grave now bloom under his window in imladris. And as cute as a concept as it is, I made it painful so here is a one shot based of this for @glorfindelweek . Also apologies as due to the mess called my life I am late with this prompt and I've not written in a long time.

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It had been some time since Glorfindel had been back in Middle Earth, and since the second age passed, the Last Alliance defeated Sauron. However, it was the first time Glorfindel could stop; there was peace.

While he was most thankful to the Valar not only for another chance at life in Middle Earth but also for choosing him out of all the great elves of the past to return, there were moments where he gave into his weaknesses and saw it more as a cruel twist of fate rather than an honour. By now, the novelty of ‘the great hero of Gondolin’ being here had worn off for most inhabitants of Imladris and those who often visited, yet he still got stared at and still had questions asked, especially questions that were painful to answer because it was painful to think back on his home and all that he had lost that day.

In the early days after his return, he was often found in the library, perusing through the ancient texts, a painful curiosity driving him to see what historians had written about that day. It was difficult for him to get through what Erestor called his personal flagellation, but he needed to know. He wanted to know what happened after. He was, of course, filled in on that upon his return, but this is different; it was as if he needed to relieve that on his terms to move on.

However, no matter how he tried, it did not help. Soon enough, while the inhabitants of Imladris were enjoying themselves and finally basking in the times of peace, the golden-haired elf spent most of his time alone. The day that his city fell was nearing again, and this time, nothing was going on that had kept Glorfindel busy, nothing to get his mind off it. For the first time, he'd have to face it head-on. The change in his mood was evident to many, especially Elrond, and he could not help but worry.

“I worry about him, Erestor.”

“I know, and I do too, but what can we do? You know very well that when we offer him help, he deflects and says everything is fine.” The dark-haired elf sighed as he sat by the fire in the elven lords' study.

“The day is fast approaching. Maybe one of us can stay with him. Keep him company.

“You know he will decline the offer as he did the previous years. I feel like maybe this is something he needs to go through alone. But we'll be there for him should he need us.”

And so the day approached. Glorfindel tried to keep himself as busy as possible, but no matter how much he tried to go on patrols or scouting missions, it was as if some higher power undid all that, and on that day, he had nothing to do and was in Imladris. After an uneasy sleep, the golden-haired elf woke. The pale sunlight was slowly creeping into the valley, so far lighting the mountain peaks. Glorfindel slowly got out of bed and made his way to the balcony, which overlooked one of the smaller gardens in Imladris. One that he had been very fond of as it was more private and less visited compared to others.

As the cool morning air hit his face, he closed his eyes briefly before taking a deep breath. After what seemed like ages, he opened his eyes and looked at the garden but stopped, an almost stabbing-like feeling piercing his heart as his gaze landed on the hundreds if not thousands of little, light blue flowers which seemingly appeared overnight on the grass outside his balcony. He'd not seen those flowers in thousands of years, and painful memories came flooding in.

A memory of him and Ecthelion riding through the fields outside of the city, fields that were filled with these very flowers that he had not seen anywhere other but Gondolin. Ones that had been his favourite and which he also had growing in the garden of his house. He remembered little Eärendil running through those very fields, being chased by a laughing Idril, as he once joined Turgon, his king and friend, on a walk with his family. And he remembered reading the many accounts in the ancient scrolls of how these very flowers seemed to bloom in thousands over the grave that the refugees of Gondolin had made for him.

He thought of Rog, Egalmoth, and Galdor. He thought of one elleth who had a stand with baked goods at one of the city's markets, which always gave him the best sweet treats. He thought of a young ellon who always managed to find him while on duty and who told him how he'd become a warrior just like he was. The pain and guilt he felt at the moment was unbearable, and before he knew it, he was standing on the grass among those flowers.

It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that he was here. Why him? This, indeed, was a cruel joke the Valar had played on him. It was the only explanation. Why was he allowed to return, to walk in Middle Earth again, while so many did not? Had they even been released from Mandos, or still dwelt in its halls?

Glorfindel barely had felt the tears streaming down his face as he got on his knees and began grabbing fistfuls of those flowers and ripping them out. In his rage, he was sure this was another cruel trick of the Valar. These flowers had only bloomed in Gondolin; it's impossible for them to have been here.

As he was destroying the flowers, angrily, through the tears, mumbling incoherent words that a passing Lindir was able to make out, “That's for Ecthelion…that's for Turgon….that's for Penlod…” before he rushed to find his lord and Erestor, knowing they'd be able to help.

Soon enough, Elrond rushed into the garden, his chief advisor following. He stopped. The scene in front of him tugged in his heart. By now, the seneschal was sitting among the flowers, both those he ripped out, his fists still full of them and those which were still in the ground. But now he was sitting slumped in defeat. Though Elrond was confused, he'd never seen such flowers before anywhere, let alone in Imladris, and he was confused as to why they were seemingly the reason for Glorfindel's outburst.

“Ah.” Said Erestor softly so that only Elrond could hear him. “I remember these flowers from a scroll Glorfindel once read and one he often returned to. I cannot recall their name, but these flowers bloomed in the fields of the Hidden City. And it was said that once the refugees of Gondolin built our seneschal’s grave, the flowers bloomed over it in thousands.”

“I see.” Now Elrond understood. The ripped-out flowers made sense. He was sure their sudden appearance must have been shocking and painful to the golden-haired elf lord. Not knowing of any words of comfort that he could offer him, Elrond quietly walked over to him and, kneeling on the ground beside Glorfindel, he put his hand on his shoulder, offering him some comfort.

Glorfindel had no idea how long he sat there and was unaware of anyone around him until he felt Elrond's hand on his shoulder. For he knew it was the lord of the valley; he could sense his comforting presence. He stayed like this longer before slowly rising to his feet.

“I'm sorry you had to see me in such a state. And I deeply apologise for ruining the garden.”

“You have not ruined anything, my dear friend. Would you like to join me and Erestor for breakfast, or would you rather spend the time alone?”

“I think spending time in the company of others will do me some good. But I would like first to get dressed.”

“Of course.’

Thinking back to his home and all that he lost was still painful, even in the years to come. But in that moment, that outburst in the garden, Glorfindel properly allowed himself to grieve for his home, king, and friends. While the pain never disappeared, it was a little easier to bear. And the flowers that previously had only ever been found in the fields of the hidden city had since bloomed in the small garden outside of Glorfindel's chambers while the elf lord still dwelt there.

[thesummerestsolstice]

People seemed interested in Library Orc Blorbo so I decided to write down my headcanons about him:

His name is Garthaglir (it’s Sindarin for “poem keeper”)

He renamed himself after discovering a love for library sciences, shortly after he moved to the valley

Rivendell’s head librarian

Used to be an extremely dangerous warrior, now considers himself retired

Extremely tall and buff, blue skin, salt-and-pepper hair and a well-trimmed beard

Very distinguished, very polite

Has a tiny pair of spectacles he uses to read because he's farsighted

He doesn’t look like an old man but he is one deep in his heart

He was one of the first reformed orcs to end up in Rivendell, so he helps other orcs adjust to living there

Basically invented Middle Earth’s version of the Dewey Decimal system

Look, Rivendell’s library is like, unfathomably huge, there’s 6000+ years of books in there, someone had to organize it

He, Elrond, and Erestor are the only people who have keys to the part of the library where they keep the cursed books

The three of them also have a monthly book club

He holds a weekly story time for the kids

(Yes, he does do funny voices, no, you are not allowed to comment on it)

Has tracked people down at 3 AM before because “M’am? M’am you have an overdue book, here, I brought my library stamp would you mind just checking this out again? You can keep it out for another month that way. Just a moment, ah, yes thank you, I’ll be on my way now. Excellent choice in reading material.”

He has a fancy sunhat he wears outside during the day so the sun doesn’t burn him, it was a gift from small Arwen and he cherishes it

He has a library cat, her name is Mittens and he would die for her

Uses his free time to teach himself different languages; there are hundreds in Rivendell’s books

Enjoys recommending books to visitors, he’s gotten really good at getting a read on what people will like

Personally, when he’s in the mood for fiction, he prefers a good mystery

[z-h-i-e]

glorestor+39? thank youuuu 🥰

A fresh little nugget of fiction just for you! Because Time Has Run Out... It was a meager wooden crate of belongings that Glorfindel held. He was nearly on the ship, standing on the very last part of the narrow plank. "Well, this is it," he said as he looked down at what was in the box--a flask, a handful of journals, some bells, and a few other odds and ends. "Everything I brought with me." Even the clothing he wore was the outfit he had arrived in when he appeared at the door of the Last Homely House. "I wonder now if I should have brought a memento with me from my second time here." He finally looked up at the person standing before him. "I suppose it will be a lot quieter around here with all of us Noldor going back."

Erestor had his hands folded together, hidden in his long sleeves, dark features making his face appear even more solemn. He only nodded.

"I am going to miss you and your quick wit," added Glorfindel. He shifted his weight to the other leg and hoisted the wooden crate higher. "I fear no one will match your strategic skills in Valinor, and yet, I suppose that means I might start winning games of chess again."

Erestor tried to force a smile, but it ended up looking more like an expression of uncertainty.

"Well. Good-bye, then, Erestor." Glorfindel, hands full, tried to negotiate a handshake, but failed and simply clutched the crate tighter. Erestor bowed his head, and Glorfindel turned and took a deep breath.

"Wait!"

Glorfindel spun around, the top journal fluttering open as he did so. Before he could say anything, Erestor was there, right there, so close, closer than he had been before. Glorfindel's chest tightened; prolonging the farewell was making it harder for him to consider stepping aboard the ship.

"You forgot something," said Erestor, dark eyes glossed over with unshed tears.

Glorfindel looked down into the crate. Everything appeared to be there. He looked up, about to ask the question--and Erestor's mouth pressed against his, lips trembling, eyes closed, hands now reaching out.

The box fell, all the contents and the crate itself toppling off the plank and down to crash onto the lower deck below, just missing Elrond and Galadriel, who looked up in alarm, then smiled knowingly at one another and gathered the journals and trinkets to place them back into the battered but unbroken crate.

"Please take me--" began Erestor.

"Yesss," agreed Glorfindel, arms possessively enfolding Erestor.

"--with you to Valinor."

"Oh, well--yes, uh, yes," stuttered Glorfindel. "You have always been welcome to join us."

"You know I am Avarin--and half-elven at that," said Erestor. "I cannot sail on my own." He clung to Glorfindel. "Unless my soul be bound, for then it should not be sundered from its other half."

"So..." Glorfindel noticed it was not only Galadriel and Elrond watching them now. He lowered his voice. "Take you?"

"Please." Erestor kissed Glorfindel again, slower this time. "Take me," he spoke, still so close that his lips caressed Glorfindel's.

Glorfindel lifted Erestor into his arms, and kissed him this time. "Now I have everything I need to return home," he said as he carried Erestor off to his--well, their--cabin on the ship.

-End-

[eunoiaastralwings]

Hi y'all – made character bot for Erestor if you are interested :)

Let know if you like it or how the conversations go – might need some tweeking soon

[marvelruinedmyspirit]

Oh wow thank you so much for tagging me! 🥹

This year I started publishing my multi-chaptered fix before I finished it, believing that it would encourage me to write faster. It... didn't super work? But it didn't not work, and people have been very patient with me, so I'm not too displeased with myself. I don't think I would do it again though to be honest.

I can't say exactly, but I wrote portions of more or less twenty fics, most of which I haven't published or finished T.T

I don't like to publish a fic before it's completely written

The Riyria Revelations by Michael J. Sullivan, Elantris by Brandon Sanderson, the Locked Tomb series by Tamsyn Muir, and the Reading Adventure playlist on Spotify

The Hobbit & The Silmarillion, my beloved

I haunted the Erestor/Glorfindel tag the most I think this year

Raoden from Elantris, Arista from Riyria, Nona from the Locked Tomb

I don't think so

I started a fic which I haven't finished about Belladonna and Bilbo set the night she dies. My mom died this year and so writing about their relationship allowed me to deal with some things.

Undying Days, no doubt about this, this is the fic of my heart.

I would say it's been a long long time since I've seen my face in your eyes

Besides the dead mom fic (whose title will be now i know why all the trees change in the fall), Undying days, just because it's so damn long!

The Daeron is a Pokemon fic (leave the ruins where they fall and let the wild take over) since half the words in it are 'Luthien'

The longest, unsurprisingly, is Undying Days at 63,421 words (ongoing) and the shortest was all this time I was wasting, hoping, at 996 words

Undying Days. It's my favorite fan fiction I've ever written, and I think it's the one which has the more mass appeal I guess? People seem to enjoy it in any case!

I don't really listen to music while I write

Does coffee count as a snack

the fallacy of truth. Tbh I'm not 100% sure it's well titled or that it will end up making sense (the title is in reference to a scene I envision for the last chapter of the fic, which has yet to be written) but it's the title now and I got used to the sound of it so it's staying

"“You called Curufin a what now?”" from all of my enemies started out friends

"He took the hands of the children who were the only trace of his not-sister-only-friend-erstwhile-love left in Middle-Earth, and together, they left the woods behind." from leave the ruins where they fall

Someone recently told me they liked this exchange: “The star,” said Thorin, gesturing at the sky. “It blinked out. Did you see it?” / Bilbo smiled ruefully. “No, I was looking at you.”

One of my favorite scene to write was the meeting of Thranduil and Bilbo in Undying Days: "“If it isn’t our kitchen thief,” said Thranduil, placing his hand on Bilbo’s shoulder to prevent him from running away, as if Bilbo’s first instinct hadn’t been to hug him. “And what were you running from?” / Bilbo glanced at his back, but no one was chasing after him. In fact, no one was there. “Apologies, Your Grace, I thought I saw a bat,” Bilbo told Thranduil, because it sounded a little less insane than saying that he hallucinated Elves when he was under stress."

I struggled with it's been a long long time in general, for some reason the words would not come out. Here is a part I wrote and rewrote several times before landing on this: "Maglor always managed to let the adequate amount of time pass between his visits to make Caranthir forget how annoying he could be. Then, Caranthir would slip and look back fondly on the times when they all lived together, and lo, Maglor would appear, drain his ressources, both financial and psychological, and Caranthir would remember his childhood fantasies about being an only child." I'd say I'm pretty pleased with the final version.

I started writing Undying Days last year before becoming obsessed with the Silmarillion. When that happened a lot of things changed in my fic (for instance I added a whole arc to the second half of the fic), but most crucially, I had an idea for the ending that I thought may be too out there, and I had to decide whether to treat myself. And I will.

Google Docs

Getting a comment that said that though dialogues were my strength, my action scenes were good. They're extremely difficult to write, and to know that someone likes them means a lot to me!

Start another fic

I read a lot (maybe too much)

My mom, and Jirt and Christopher Tolkien, and also every single person who commented on my fics, y'all are doing the most

I would like to finish Undying Days, I don't know how realistic it is considering my current writing pace, but I'm going to try! Also I would like to continue working on the fallacy of truth and on its prequel/sequels. I have a lot of writing to do in 2024

I'll be tagging @emmerrr and anyone else who wants to do it!

fic writer asks

What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? How did it turn out and would you do it again?

How many fics did you work on this year? (They don’t have to be finished or published!)

What’s something you learned about yourself as a writer?

What piece of media inspired you the most?

What fandom(s) did you write for this year?

What ship(s) captured your heart?

What character(s) captured your heart?

Did you write for a new fandom or ship this year?

What fic meant the most to you to write?

What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?

What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing?

What fic was the most difficult to write? Did you finish it?

What fic was the easiest to write?

What were your shortest and longest fics this year?

Rec a fic you wrote or posted in 2023

What were you go-to writing songs?

What were your go-to writing snacks?

What was the hardest fic to title?

Share your favorite opening line

Share your favorite ending line

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Share an excerpt from your favorite scene

Share the final version of a sentence or paragraph you struggled with. What about it was challenging? Are you happy with how it turned out?

What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

What did you use to write? (e.g. writing programs, paper & pen, etc.)

If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic?

How did you recharge between fics?

If this were an awards show, who would you thank?

What’s something that you want to write in 2024?

[beaflower77]

Erestor’s Birthmark

“Oh, come now,” Avornis exclaimed. Her cheerful disbelief rising like half a sun without its senses. 

“It is true,” Beatrice pushed. “Lord Erestor has a little heart shaped birthmark on his right hip, right below where his leggings lay.” And she handed off a clean and folded linen for Avorndis to properly place in the linen closet. 

“Well, if he does, this is something you must keep to yourself Beatrice. It would be most embarrassing if he finds out you know. Or tell anyone.” Avorndis placed the bed linen up high on top of another, smoothing it out, before turning round for another sheet. “Remember just because you know something, does not mean everyone else should know.” And it was then both females came to an immediate stop with their task, looking at the one person whom they were gossiping about.

“Good morning Lord Erestor,” Avorndis addressed with politeness, while Beatrice stopped, stared and merely gave a half hearted smile. Had he overheard Beatrice, or merely happened to walk by? Neither could tell.

Nodding to both, “Arinya Are,” he announced bidding them an early morning of sunshine. Then glancing Beatrice’s way, “What do you know?,” Erestor asked her directly. 

Keeping her face neutral, “Not much. Nothing in particular today,” Beatrice stated, wishing she knew what Erestor had perhaps overheard. She turned within polite reasoning, fumbling, fiddling with yet another clean bed linen.

“Gardening today Beatrice?,” asked Erestor. Of course he had heard, however he wished to downplay this bit of information as much as possible. No need to let everyone in all at once he thought. And Beatrice needed some assistance with her garden anyway. Better now when the weather was crisp and light.

Her face came into a full smile just then, “Of course.” Then a second thought attacked her, “Just as soon as I brush my teeth, I’ll be ready.” Being overly burdened with child, Beatrice had consented to letting Erestor help with her weeding. Funny, her teeth brushing didn’t ruin Avorndis’s day. 

A slight hhmmph from Erestor, then, “Good. Then go brush, I’m ready now,” and he turned. Beginning to walk away, Erestor turned back, “Meet me by the South courtyard. You have ten minutes. Or I leave without you. And it looks like you need assistance today,” as he looked over Beatrice’s high protruding abdomen, as she began waddling off.

Watching Beatrice amble off, bidding her abdomen lead the way, Erestor then turned his full attention to Avorndis. 

“My birthmark is in the shape of a diamond. Not a heart, as Beatrice thought she saw.”

Leaving Avorndis to nod, return half a smile, Erestor left her to contemplate and mull over that little bit of personal information. He strode his way down the corridor toward the South courtyard, smiling in satisfaction to no one in particular but himself. 

[blueberryrock]

Oh thank you!

Can you write about Erestor courting his s/o (the youngest daughter of Elrond if you like). His s/o wants to dance with him, but Erestor being Erestor denies and accidentally speaks to her harshly. She's upset and cries, ends with Erestor fluffy and asks for her forgiveness. Maybe dancing under the moonlight as an ending where no is around?

Of course, Glorfindel sees and never let's him live it down haha

A Private Dance.

A/N AHHH THIS WAS SO CUTE AND FUN TO WRITE!!! Anon i hope you like it as much as I do 💕💕

The sound of loud music echoes through the hall. Most couples have already gathered out in the middle of the hall, laughing as they joyously dance together. Just by watching them does Y/N feel giddiness radiate from her, the slight twinge of jealousy to join them pulls at her. Bringing her almost empty goblet of wine, finishing it off, and moving to set it down on the head table.

Most of the court elves don't join in dancing at festivals such as tonight, much preferring to stick to their tables or to crowd around the Lord and his children, but Y/N didn't let that stop her. Picking up the skirts of her flowy dress, Y/N strides to the less crowded corner and slides back against it.

The cool stone against her back makes her squirm before a large hand clasps her own. "How are you doing Meleth?" Y/N asks, her gaze turning from the dancers to the tall ellon beside her. His hard gaze meets hers and softens immensely, his long black hair tied in a tight braid with a silver circlet that glimmers with the candle lights.

"I'm fine Y/N," Erestor reassures. "The wine is a big help."

Letting out a soft snort, Y/N moves to directly face him, a soft smile growing on her warm face. Her hands let go of Erestor's to grip his arms, slowly moving up towards his chest. Earning herself a sharp look before moving back down to his hands."Would you care for a dance then?" She asks hopefully, watching his face for an inkling of conformation.

His face changes from very slight disgust to a small frown. "No." He says bluntly, making Y/N slightly shrink in place. "I wouldn't want to make such a fool of myself by dancing like that." Erestor's gaze falls on the crowd before them, watching the couples swing each other around the floor.

The familiar burn of tears builds quickly in Y/N, her hands tremble gently from her lover's harsh words. Swallowing thickly as Erestor glances back at her, confusion written all over his face. Heat builds in her as tears start to spill down her face, grabbing her thick skirts, Y/N quickly turns away from Erestor.

Ignoring her name being called, she runs straight through the dancers she longed to join, Y/N doesn't stop to apologize to anyone elf she bumps into, even to her twin brothers. Bursting through the hall's large doors, Y/N wipes her tears angrily as she runs, the cool night air makes her shiver but not stop.

The sound of distant waterfalls slowly calm her, but not by much. Letting go of her dress, Y/N slows her upset pace. A shiver finally runs through her as she lets her hands run over any nearby plants. The distant sound of footsteps makes Y/N pause, but not for long.

Chiding herself for running away, Y/N lets out a shaky sigh as her hands run over her bare arms, quickly regretting leaving the warm dance hall. Ignoring the sound of footsteps hastily growing louder, Y/N keeps moving, letting out a shriek as she feels a hand clasps her shoulder.

Brushing the hand away, Y/N continues down the path, feeling more anger bubble in her. "Y/N," a familiar voice calls, another hand grabs at her to stop. "Please, please stop."

The softness in his voice makes Y/N come to a halt, letting his hands gently turn her around Y/N puts on an upset look before meeting his gaze. "I'm sorry," Erestor starts, taking both her hands in his. "I did not intend to be so harsh, I just...I'm not good at words, you know that."

"Indeed I do," Y/N replies, enjoying the warmth of his hands. "But that is still no excuse for that."

"I just thought you were getting better around people Erestor," she murmurs. "A-and I thought a dance would have been a nice treat as we haven't done it before."

"I know," Erestor mumbles. "I just–no, umm, would you–" clearing his throat, he stands tall before gently smiling. "Lady Y/N, would you care for a dance?"

While she may still be upset with him, Y/N can't help but smile gently at him. "I would love to Meleth," slipping her hands from Erestor's, she moves to drape them over his shoulders, sucking in a breath when his hands gently hold her waist.

"Just know," Y/N starts as they begin to slowly sway on the walkway. "We will talk more about this later."

"That may have to wait until your brothers are done with me," Erestor chuckles mainly to himself before holding her tightly against him to spin around, enjoying the delighted look on her face.

"I'm not surprised," Y/N hums, watching him warmly. "Being the youngest has its perks you know, that and being Father's favorite too."

Erestor softly smiles as silence falls on them, twirling her again, Y/N lets out a small laugh as he holds her in the air. Being set back down, Y/N sighs as she leans closer to her lover, enjoying the tightness of his grip. Resting her head on his shoulder, Y/N gently breathes in his soft scent, thoroughly relishing in the warmth it brings her.

She knows moments of intimacy such as this are rare for Erestor, especially when it's somewhat out in the open. Y/N treasures each second, the sound of his beating heart, the feel of his grip tightening every time she moves against him, the moonlight reflecting off of his ornate circlet.....Y/N sighs in bliss.

Would she have preferred this dance in the warm company of others with music and laughter around them? Probably. But Y/N just can't help but giggle with every twirl. The quiet song of crickets and the distant rushing water begs them to never stop their dance.

"Thank you," Y/N sighs, her hands rubbing small circles on Erestor's neck, a small grin creeping onto her face as she feels him shiver. "Thank you for this."

"You are welcome nin meld," Erestor replies with a whisper. Y/N moves her head from his shoulder, gazing deeply into his silver eyes. "I am sorry that I could not give this earlier."

Moving her hands from around his neck, Y/N quietly shushes him as she cups his jaw, which promptly stops their slow dance. "All is forgiven," she says, glancing from his eyes to his lips. "So stop fretting about it."

"I just don't want you to thin–" Y/N cuts him off with a small kiss.

"You should know what I think," she says, rubbing her hands gently against his chest. "Which is that you are an incredible ellon and I am extremely lucky to have. While yes I will admit, you do have your days of being sharp or rarely even, cold, but it's times like this where you show that you are more soft and loving."

Erestor turns from her gaze to hide his blush. By the Valar, he is gorgeous, Y/N smiles to herself. Leaning up on her tiptoes, Y/N leaves another small kiss on his jaw, which immediately brings back his attention.

Moving her hands from Erestor's jaw, she slowly buries them in his braided hair. "Y/N," he gasps from her touch. "As much as I love dancing with you out here, maybe we should head back? I wouldn't want anyone to find us like this."

"Do you not like me touching you like this?" Y/N says with a grin, kissing his jaw once more but this time moving down his neck. "Not like me kissing you like this?"

"You, you know I do," his voice grew tighter. "But can we please move?"

"I suppose we can," she says with an assuring smile. "Would not want to ruin your glorious reputation for being a stoic elf."

Nodding his head in thanks, Erestor takes Y/N in hand and lets her lead them back to the grand hall. The laughter seems louder than when he left, nearly drowning out the music entirely.

When they pass through the large doors together, Y/N slips from his grasp, no doubt in search of her sister or friends to tell of her wonderful night. After watching her go, Erestor sighs happily as he grabs a goblet of sweet wine from a passing waiter before slinking back to his pillar once more.

Bringing the goblet up to his lips, Erestor takes a slow sip before nearly choking on it as a hand clasps his shoulder. Turning away from the crowd from his coughing fit, Erestor glares at the elf before him. "Glorfindel!" Erestor croaks angrily. "You nearly killed me."

"Oh relax," Glorfindel sighs, leaning against the pillar next to him. "You're fine, besides I came to congratulate you?"

"Congratulate?" Erestor questions, taking a smaller sip of wine, his mind wondering what he could have done to earn the other ellon's praise. "What for?"

Glorfindel lets out a soft snort as his eyes land somewhere in the sea of elves. "For making Y/N the happiest elleth here of course! You two were so cute outside," Glorfindel says with a slight smirk. "Who knew you were such a good dancer?"

Turning to Erestor's flustered glare, Glorfindel can't help but laugh at the flush on his friend's cheeks. "You don't say a word about that," Erestor growls.

"Mmm, we'll see about that Mellon," Glorfindel says before quickly moving to disappear into the crowd, leaving Erestor to grumble to himself.

Oh but Glorfindel is right, Erestor sighs, looking down at the dark red wine in his hand. I did make her very happy.

And if I have to bear his teasing for months, it'll be worth it. His eyes land on Y/N, her face beaming with joy as she no doubt retails what had happened to her brothers.

[yourlocalavocado]

The King comes to visit Gondolin and Glorfindel and Erestor should prepare the gates. While Erestor just wants to have a free day, nothing goes as he had planned it

Written by @ladyofbarians edited by me, english is not our first language, so please have mercy 🥲

Glorfindel X Ecthelion X Erestor

[myslashyvalentine]

My Slashy Valentine 2019!

From the Years of the Trees through the Fourth Age – it’s time once again to make your Tolkien fanfic dreams come true…

Have you always wanted to read a certain pairing or scenario, but couldn’t write it yourself? Have it written for you – specifically and especially for your own sweet self! And share your own gift in exchange!

That’s right, it’s time for My Slashy Valentine! The exchange focuses on the Elves, Men, Dwarves, Valar and Maiar of J.R.R. Tolkien’s legendarium. Maybe it’s Gildor and Glorfindel you love, or perhaps Boromir-on-Theodred strikes your fancy… or maybe Lúthien and Thuringwethil is your OTP? Spread the word, recruit your friends and fellow authors, and have some fun!

Sign-up period: December 3rd to 17th

Assignments to be distributed no later than December 27th

Deadline for first-time participants: January 31st

Deadline for returning participants: February 7th

Archive opens: February 14th, 2019

If you’re interested in signing up, please check out our Rules or FAQ, then head over to our sign-up page!

[iamjaynaemarie]

After arriving to meet some of the Alliance, Elrond, Erestor and Glorfindel introduce Thranduil, Elranduil and Amroth to Aûrvar, a dwarf serving on the Council of King Durin III of Khazâd-dûm.

Note: A lot of the relationships Oropher forges are told in his story in Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen so stay tuned. And tomorrow is the first of May--time to celebrate Legolas. 

[doodle-pops]

can you ship your moots? i saw other blogs doing this and i'm curious to see your ships

Oooh dear😅. Okay, let's do this:

@involuntaryspasms and Fingolfin/Glorfindel. I just see it for some reason

@kiatheinsomniac and Thranduil or Alucard. Deserves some tall, gorgeous blonde fictional men in her life

@edensrose and Namo/Manwe. Yeah, that's the one. S T A N D A R D S

@someoneinthestars and Celegorm. They were thirsting over him

@eunoiaastralwings and Erestor or Caranthir. The ultimate Erestor and Cara lover.

@i-did-not-mean-to and Maedhros. Enough said

@animatorwierdo and Maglor. I can't believe I forgot (I'm so sorry) but you and Mags would be super cute. You just scream Maglor

[i-drink-and-i-write-fics]

To Be Written

These are the stories I plan to write this year. Some are requests, some are sequels to stories I’ve written, some are stand alone ideas.

Links to on-going stories in the titles.

Gandalf’s Visitors:

Upcoming - Elrond x Fem!Reader

Summary: Gandalf comes to Imladris with a Company of thirteen Dwarves and a scared-looking Hobbit. Elrond’s wife, the reader, tries to bring peace between the two groups during dinner.

Requested by @middleearthsweetheart​

Just A Moment In Time:

Upcoming - Everett Ross x Black Fem!Reader

Summary: A sequel to Agent or Princess - part two of Royal Agency. Reader and Everett need a vacation. So they leave to see Reader’s family in Wakanda, where Reader has a happy surprise waiting for Everett.

Requested by @tallulahchanel​ (she also did the amazing mood board!)​

Yuletide: 

Upcoming - Sunny x Nix, Quinn x Bren

Summary: Next Part of Welcome To The Badlands Series. Nix has earned a few different nicknames from the other Barons after freeing Lydia from Quinn. But when Gaius Chau needs to be freed from his own sister, her reputation is solidified in the Badlands. And it brings drama to the first party Bren and Nix host at their Barony.

The Queen’s Guard:

Chapter 5 to debut - Jorah Mormont x Myria Storm

Summary:  Myria is a bastard from Storm’s End that has fled for a better life. She lived as a sellsword until the Queen of Thorns, Olenna Tyrell, takes her in to be her personal guard. She travels with Olenna to Dorne where they find out the Dragon Queen, Daenerys Stormborn, is returning to Westeros. Amidst all the chaos Myria eventually meets Dany’s right-hand man, Jorah Mormont, and the two seem to grow close. But when the Targaryen brings war with her - first to the North and then to King’s Landing - Myria must decide where her loyalties lie. To the Realm or her heart.

Kings & Queens:

Chapter 5 to debut - Thorin x Ladien Peredhel (Ladi), Thranduil x Ladi

Summary: Ladien is a half-Elf that became a wanderer when she is unable to fit in her home at the Grey Havens. She’s resting at Rivendell when the Company shows up. Thorin is mistrustful of Elves because of what happened years ago at Erebor, but Gandalf insists on having Ladi join. Just as Thorin begins to warm up to the Peredhel, they are taken captive in Mirkwood. Thranduil here’s that an Elf is traveling with the Dwarves and demands to meet her. And when they do, he is taken aback as she looks almost identical to the wife he lost.

Timeless Warrior:

Chapter 20 to debut - Lord Elrond x Phoenix Garcia

Summary:  Phoenix is a person from our world whose country dissolves into civil war. To even out the playing field, her small group of rebels transform an old 747 into a mechanical dragon - whom only she is crazy enough to fly. After three long years, the war ends with her side winning but costing her much. Including her spouse. As she flies over the country to survey the damage, her dragon mysteriously plummets. She is able to prevent the crash, but travels through a portal in the process. Now stuck in a different - supposedly fictional world - Phoenix must find her way back home. Or decide if this world will have everything she needs to heal from her pain. Including a new love.

Peredhel:

Chapter 4 to debut - Erestor Peredhel x Samantha Johnson

Summary: Sam is a modern world woman that finds herself in Middle Earth with no way home. So she makes the best of her situation and becomes a cook for Rohan before traveling around Middle Earth for a few years to learn more about the food. She returns to Rohan days before a farewell party is being held for Lord Elrond before he parts for Valinor, where she meets Erestor. Who has been debating his own fate.

Prodigy Child:

Upcoming - Tony Stark x GN!Reader

Summary:  Reader is a teacher at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. Their powers help protect others when new mutants arrive. Nothing throws them off, they’ve seen it all. Until Tony Stark arrives with his daughter, Morgan. The single father needs help navigating the new phase in their life. Can they help?

Battle of the Billionaires:

Upcoming - Tony Stark x Mya, Bruce Wayne x Mya

Summary:  Mya is an elemental mutant that is over 1,500 years old. She occasionally helps both the X-Men and the Avengers when needed. Her long-time friend and ex, Alfred, contacts her saying Bruce Wayne is forming a team and needs her help. Her other ex and friend, Diana is already on the team and really believes Mya will be a great asset. But things get complicated when Mya wants to involve the Avengers and Bruce and Tony clash heads.

The Hidden Realm:

Upcoming - Lord Elrond x Queen Rhyannon

Summary: King Thranduil has been engaged in a centuries-old feud with the fae realm, Tir Na Nog. The problem is, none of the other elves believe this realm exists. Until Lord Elrond and Lady Galadriel visit for a MidSummer festival and run into the Fae Queen herself, Rhyannon. Who happens to be crashing the festival in a bid to declare open war on the elves. Can a peaceful solution be found?

Redemption:

Upcoming - Jaime Lannister x Rhaenys Blackfyre

Summary: Rayn has always lived in the Red Keep, serving where needed and playing with the other children of Kings Landing. Even Jaime Lannister when he and his sister first came when Tywin was made Hand of The King. And as the three grew up, Jaime and Rayn began to grow close. But when Arys became the Mad King, Rayn disappeared from the Capital. So imagine Jaime’s surprise when she shows up decades later…at the side of the new Dragon Queen, Daenerys Stormborn. Was Rayn a servant girl this whole time or does she have a deeper past? And can they move past what Jaime did to the Targaryen reign?

Nature Will Heal:

Upcoming - Everett Ross x Juna Everhart

Summary: Sequel to Let Nature Take Her Course, part 2 of When The World Is Broken. After Juna makes a life-altering choice, the dynamic between her and Everett has reached a new level. But after everything she’s done, can Everett even trust her? And does Juna even want to give it a chance after being alone for thousands of years?

[keiliss]

Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang fics are here!! Brought to you by @tolkienrsb​ rating: PG relationship: Glorestor characters: Erestor, Glorfindel, Elrond, OCs word count: about 12,000 words (or whatever AO3 decides it is)

Elrond was instantly alert. “First aid? Is Glorfindel hurt. What happened?” “Oh no,” Erestor said with a smile, “he’s perfectly all right, or was when I left him. No, it’s the orc.” “Orc?” Elrond waited, assuming a logical explanation, and received one. [Third age, stereotypes, hopeful ending, just another day really]

All Living Things by @keiliss (fiction on AO3) Inspired by this gorgeous art by @lindonwald (go check out their other work, they are quite wonderful!)

[daianiiiiiiiiii]

Please, help me find a fic

I need some help finding a fic completely. I know it's name and the author but i can't find it whole. It's named Dark Oppression by lady lupin lycanthrope on library of moria site. However i remembered i've read it on ff.net or AO3 but now it's gone. I'm pretty sure there was more than one chapter because i can remember the way it goes in the next two chapters.

I really like the plot since there aren't a lot of fics in which Sauron gets the ring.

Please, please help me find it. (Or i'll make one and ruin the idea with my terrbile writting and ooc.ness)

!!!!! The fic has a dark theme so i advise against reading it if you're triggered by non con or slavery!!!!!!!

[awkwardkindatries]

Erestor Headcannons

* I know a lot of people like to describe erestor as bitter and prudish and well, they’d be right. Time hasn’t quite sucked all of the joy from erestor however it has made him tired and lacking in patience. The patience he used to have.

*Erestor has lived a great many years for the most part alone. Sure he’s stood along side others through trials and tribulations but through it all he’s always had convictions and beliefs that, to this day, remain untarnished. One of the biggest being “respect the rules”. To Erestor there are rules for everything and without them in place to keep order he would have a hard time believing others would do so “just because”.

* Erestor can connect to a lot of people in regards to one thing though. The need to escape through literature. It calls to him like it calls to us and the need to escape to far off lands foreign to him or to learn the fictional language for a character he admired are feelings he too has longed for after a long day of rules. It certainly is nice to imagine.

* Erestor is the kind of Ellon that always longs for coffee at any given time of the day and puts off sleep and rest until he nearly topples over. In his minds eye there is always something to be done or finished and he makes it his business to always know what he and everybody else has on their to-do list that day. If you were to ask Elrond he would proudly tell you every time Erestor has saved his bottom with a well placed reminder (and possibly a bit of snark).

* On a lighter note, Erestor has a rather extensive collection of his favorite stories stowed away in his room. They vary from genre to genre and thickness to origin. When Elronds children were younger and they couldn’t sleep they rarely went to their parents and instead went to Erestor. Most children find his demeanor reassuring and safe. When these times came Erestor would bring the children into his quarters and read to them from his favorite books of poetry until the early hours of the day only to wake in confusion from the pressure on his chest. He’d never admit it but he truely misses the days he’d wake up to those little ones slumbering away while tucked safely away in his chest.

* 4/10 hugs. He’s very cold to strangers and would be more likely to tell you to buzz off. If he knows you he might hug you but it will still be quite stiff.