#Glorfindel X Fem Reader

[batsyforyou]

LetterOnUs.com

Tags: letter, modern meets fantasy, unexplained fandom event, OC, mentions of drinking and mocking NSFW activity.

Pairing: Glorfindel x fem OC can also be read as a fem reader

Warning: Unedited, not very good but oh well 🤷‍♀️

Author's Note: A short thing to practice using she/her also don't really plan to expand this at the moment. Might do another part might not.

@asianbutnotjapanese

She frowned as she walked, her sneakers catching on the sidewalk in her hast and she stumbled. 

“Linda, I don’t have time for this!” 

Linda trotted beside her, as breathless as she was beautiful, grinning as she poked her side. “Oh, come on! You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it. Seriously, if you could write a letter to your favorite character, what would you say?” 

She rolled her eyes, pausing at the crosswalk and pushing the button. “A lot. But I would never share that letter with the world.” 

“Pff!”—her friend rolled her eyes, smirking—“It's not posted publicly, silly! It is posted to an anonymous dropbox and when the time comes to share them on boards for the convention they only hang the letters of people who consented to their letters being shared. Not the people who politely declined. Besides! You might even forget about it since they are collecting them for the convention two years from now!” 

The sign turned green and quickly looking both ways, she crossed the street with Linda hot on her heels. 

“Do they read them?”

“No, again only the people who consented to their letter being shared.”

“Do they respond to them?”

“No.” 

“Then what's the point of collecting anonymous letters that are the equivalent to mini fan fanfictions?”

Linda grabbed her arm and yanked the two to a stop. 

“Listen, you don’t have to do it, okay? It's a fandom event that allows you to send a letter to your favorite character. No one reads it unless you’ve consented, and it wouldn’t be shared unless you, again, consented to it being in a public display two years from now. And most of the people, if not all, who look at them aren’t even going to know you. What's so wrong about that?” 

She frowned, looking at Linda’s hand that was firmly clamped over her elbow. “I don’t know. It just seems, it feels, vulnerable.” She rubbed at the back of her neck, awkwardly. “The characters I. . . favor. It's just personal.” 

A knot tied in her throat and she swallowed, unable to speak anymore on it. Gently removing her arm from Linda’s grasp, she continued on her way to work but at a calmer pace. 

“Do you plan on taking part in this event?”

Linda smirked and nodded vigorously. “Oh yes! I’m thinking about writing a lot of my favorites from different fandoms, though I haven’t decided which ones yet.” 

She nodded and stopped outside the entrance to Mr. Bumble Works, her receptionist job, she nodded. “Well, let me know if you do.” 

“Are you planning on entering the event?” 

“I don’t think so.” 

Linda dug into her pocket and fished out her phone, “I’ll text you the link anyway, alright?” Typing quickly on her phone she grinned as she hit send. “I’ll call you later.” 

Feeling her phone buzz with the notification, she nodded and waved her friend farewell. Pushing open the door she charges in and drops her things at the front desk, shoving off her coat. 

“Mornin’ Vince.”

The ginger smirked at her, wiggling his brows. “Hey princess.” 

Frowning, he watched her take a seat, crossing his arms. “You alright, your cheeks are flushed.”  Smirking again he leaned towards her as she worked to clock in. “Ah, I get it. You ran over here again didn’t you? You do know your shift doesn’t start for another ten minutes right?”

She nodded, brushing her hair behind her ear. “I do.” 

“Trying to impress the boss for that raise?” 

“No,” she sighed, “Just didn’t want to be at the apartment longer than I had too.” 

He nodded and spun his chair around to sign in himself. “Your neighbors making a racket again?”

Groaning, she threw herself back into her chair, dramatically putting her hand to her head. “Oh, Garrick! Garrick! Que aggressive moaning.” 

He laughed, tapping his pen on the computer. “See, that's the problem with apartments, thin walls.” 

She snorted and corrected her posture. “Tell me about it.” 

The door of the supermarket dinged as she left. Reaching into her purse she fished around for her truck keys. 

“Where is it?” She grumbled. 

“Hey, miss!” 

“Hm?” 

She turned around and leaned her weight closer to her truck as a man rushed up to her. 

“Oh, did I forget something?” 

He smiled, shaking his head, “No, I just wanted to ask if you are participating in that event?”

She frowned, feeling her keys in the bottom of her purse, relieved as she pulled them out.

“I’m assuming you're talking about that letter event?” 

He nodded, “Yes, that, what do you think of it?”

Feeling uneasy, she examined the man. How did he know about that? Or let alone knew she knew about that?

He towered over her, tall and lean, his hair was long and a startling shade of white, styled in an intricate bun. It must have been dyed. 

“I won’t be participating, thank you.”

She clicked her key fob to unlock her truck and quickly put her shopping bag and purse inside. 

The man frowned, “Why not? Wouldn’t you want to write to your favorite character?”

She rolled her eyes and climbed into her truck. “I won’t be participating, thank you.” 

He grabbed the door before it shut and she gasped, “What if I could make it worth your time?”

Feeling her heart slam against her chest she glared at him and scoffed. “Have a good day, sir.” 

He sighed and lifted his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright—” she slammed the door shut and locked it before she could hear the rest, quickly driving off. 

Her breath was shaky as she looked in her rearview mirror. 

It was well past dark when she made it back home. Parking her truck into her spot, she turned off the ignition and dropped her head against the wheel. 

“Great.” She mumbled. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath and listened to the dog barking off in the distance. Sighing she lifted her head and looked at her neighbors spot. 

Empty. 

“Oh, thank goodness.” 

Grabbing her purse and shopping bag she quickly got out and locked her truck. Trudging her way up the stairs and into her third floor apartment. 

Heading to the door she double checked and triple checked the room number before putting her key in the lock and hearing the satisfying clink as it unlocked. Sighing with relief, she shoved open the door and closed it behind her. 

Leaning against her door she groaned and felt tears build. 

It has been a long day. 

Sniffing, she locked her door and flicked the light switch as she dropped her things on the counter, she stripped on her way to the bath, having kept the blinds closed when she left.

Turning the water on she went to her closet and pulled out her favorite robe and shrugged it on over her bare skin. Sitting at her vanity, she turned the lights on and stared at herself in the mirror. She looked terrible. 

Her eyes were rimmed red and the white of her eyes looked irritated, making the brown color of her iris look lackluster and dead tired.  

Pulling open her drawer she fetched her makeup wipes and scrubbed it all off, it didn’t take long. Getting up she quickly went to the kitchen and grabbed her box of strawberries, her chocolate ice cream, a bottle of wine and a glass. Dicing up the strawberries she brought out a bowl and filled it with the chocolate ice cream and dumped the strawberries in with it. Turning she went back to her fridge and grabbed the chocolate syrup and squished that over the top. Satisfied with her big bowl of sugar she plopped in a spoon and poured herself a cup of wine. 

Making her way to the bathroom she kicked aside her clothes in the hall and shut her bathroom door behind her. Putting her bowl and glass down she reached into her cabinet and pulled out the bath tray and put it over the steaming water. 

Humming she turned off the water and pulled off her robe, hanging it on the rack. Taking her food and drink she put it on the tray and crouched down to fetch a vanilla candle, lighting it she added it to the tray. 

Flicking off the light she sighed as her tears resurfaced and climbed into the bath. Ignoring the heat that seemed to burn her skin. Sitting down she pulled the tray over herself and dug into her ice cream and berries, taking a big bite and moaning with delight at the taste. Taking a large gulp of her wine she leaned back against the tub and relaxed in the dark candle lit room. 

Sitting on her bed with a towel over her hair she stared at the blinking cursor. 

“Dear Glorfindel,” She mumbled typing as she went. 

“I wanted you to know how much your existence matters to me. When I was—” 

She swallowed and deleted the words. “I can’t tell you how many times I—” 

She chewed her lip holding down backspace.  

“Dear Glorfindel, 

Hi, I’m Ryla and I know you don’t know me but I know you… I just wanted to say thank you. 

For everything. 

Respectfully,  

Ryla Robertson” 

Hovering over the blue airplane, she hit send and flopped back onto her bed, closing the computer lid and putting it on her floor. 

In the morning as she brushed her teeth and worked to get ready for her five hour shift, she paused as her phone lit up. 

“Email: LetterOnUs 

Ryla K. Robertson, you have a reply!”  . . . What?

Masterlist

[ruiniel]

May I ask for,

4.)kiss where it hurts

With glorfindel recieving from a female s/o?

He's my current favorite golden boy

Thank you!

A familiar voice

Glorfindel x fem!reader | Count: 0.4K | Tags: Third Person, fluff, Glorfindel POV, Third Age

He opens his eyes and white light floods his senses. It infuses all. This is not Aman, not Mandos; not the silver of the endless snows they have faced on their trek.

“Glorfindel?”

A worried, slight, and all too familiar voice calls to him.

He knows the voice; he craves it and has longed for it in the drifting darkness. 

It would not be far-fetched for her to be an integral part of his illusions and wanton hallucinations, his dim and distant dreams. And yet, she never calls him Glorfindel in these dispersing strains of thought. She only uses his name in the straight and orderly planes of reality, usually in the gravest of situations.

His eyes flutter open and indeed Glorfindel sees her face, drawn and tired. She looks grieved. Why?

She heaves a sigh as he reaches to touch her cheek. “Finally,” she says, lowering her forehead to rest on his chest. Glorfindel feels her relief, weaved with ragged tendrils of fear, and memories are slow to spill over the blank canvas of his mind.

An ambush. The borders of Imladris. Outnumbered. Losses?... Nay, no losses. The guard pushed through enemies; he threw one sentry aside, he...

Glorfindel remembers a sharp stab of pain, but looking at his bare and bandaged chest, he sees no blood. He must’ve been lost to healing rest for a long while.

“Tell me,” he urges, still finding his voice as his hand runs through her hair; his fingers drift to her nape, trembling against her skin as she presses her cheek into him. “Please, remind me... what happened?”

His beloved raises her chin, touching his tousled hair fanned over the pillow. “You were pursuing a company of infiltrators on the outskirts, remember?” There is nothing but care and, he notices sadly, misery in her expression. Guilt brims at her anguish.

“I recall…” He closes his eyes and frowns.

“There were more of them than expected. Hannor would be gone if it wasn’t for you, but you …”

At that, her hand reaches for his right side, below his ribs. “You made it to Imladris riding your own horse, but…” She wavers, and her lip quivers. “Lord Elrond worked his magic well enough,” she forces a smile, but Glorfindel sees her throat bobbing, and feels remorse yet again for being the source of this turmoil. 

“I am well,” he comforts, and that is the truth of it, though a pale mist still drenches his mind. “Mended, even.”

She sighs in relief yet again, leans closer, and looks him in the eye. “Lord Glorfindel, I will send you back to the Halls myself if you keep doing this.” She jests, but he senses the distress in that clipped voice, the broken inflection of her words, the hectic cadence of her heart.

“Forgive me,” though it is all he succeeds before her lips silence him. 

“Later,” she soothes, breaking away, a glint in her eyes. “We’ll speak of it later.”

[zheiya]

Both Idiots

Glorfindel x F Reader

⚠️Warnings ⚠️: Just pure fluff

She slowly makes her way through the town, taking in everything. The beauty, the sense of peace, the people. It's all so different than where she came from. She can almost feel the magic around her, and she loves it

As she walks, she notices the people. The Elves. All of them look so peaceful and content. It must be a great place to live if the people look this happy.

I noticed the sound of swords clashing it looks like I'm near the training ground. I walked towards the sound that picked my interest.

As she moves closer to the source of the noise, she finds herself in the training grounds. It's an open area, with grass and mud all over the ground. And in the center of it are two Elves sparring, their swords clanking against one another. The elves are fast and graceful as they move, hitting and parrying each other with such speed that it seems impossible for them to even be hit.

As I surveyed the place I noticed the elf that assisted me that day. I watched him observing as I sat on the bench.

As she sits on the bench, she watches the two Elves sparring. One of them is the same elf that helped her earlier that day. He fights with such elegance and grace that it's like watching a dance. There's a softness to his movements, yet a strength behind them. And when he hits, it's with precision and power.

The other Elf is younger, with darker hair and a more reckless style to his fighting. He's fast and strong, but lacks the technique of his opponent. It's an interesting juxtaposition to watch the two fight, both so skilled from two different methods.

I continued to observe their fighting style but mostly looking at the blond elf I've met. Based on his sword fighting skills he has more experience.

The blonds skill is evident in his moves. Every move appears to be calculated, while also being smooth and fluid. He fights with an ease that comes from years of training and experience. There's a grace and a poise to his style that makes him look almost like a dancer when he moves. He avoids every move his opponent puts out, yet still moves with grace and ease.

The brunette is also skilled, but in a different way. His moves are more focused on raw power and speed. He uses his size and strength to overwhelm his opponent, but lacks the finesse of the blonde.

She watches carefully as they continue to spar. Something about this blonde elf draws her attention even more than the moves he performs. There's something about his presence, his manner, that is captivating. He moves like a dancer, yet there's an underlying fierceness and strength behind it.

As she watches them, the blonde elf finishes the fight with a swift and graceful move, easily dodging his opponents blow and striking to end the fight. His face is emotionless but there's a twinkle in his eyes that implies he's proud of himself.

As he turns around to face his opponent and raise his hand in a sign of victory, the blonde elf looks around the room. His eyes meet hers as she watches him. And for a moment, she could've sworn there is a spark in his eyes as well. Maybe he noticed her? Maybe he likes the way she looked when she was watching him spar? There's something there, something different than with anyone else. He slowly walks over to her, a slight smile on his lips.

He approaches her, seeming to glide rather than walk. His every move is smooth and controlled and full of grace. As he reaches her, he nods his head politely.

"Good day, my Lady."

He says with a soft voice, but there's a hint of mischievousness in it.

"Did you enjoy watching me fight?"

She is caught off guard by his forwardness and his teasing. He's flirting with her? No one has ever flirted with her like this before. It's intoxicating.

I smirk behind my hat.

"You're experience...you must have been in a battle more than any experienced fighters I've known."

"More than a few, in fact," he says with a slight smile. "And the way you watched and studied me? I'd say you have a knack for observing. It takes more than most to notice the skills of another." He says with a slight bow, holding her gaze.

"May I ask for your name, my Lady?" His voice is warm, yet there's also something mischievous and teasing about it as well.

He takes her hand, his lips curl into a slight smile. He's definitely attracted to her. There's something there. He pulls her hand towards him and gives it a light kiss.

"Glorfindel at your service, my Lady," he says with a slight bow of the head. "I'd be honoured if I can learn your name as well."

There's something about him that makes her feel like he's special, like they have some kind of connection. Even she doesn't know why, she just knows that she likes him and likes being around him.

I slightly lift my hat as I smiled at him.

"Y/N it is a pleasure to meet you Lord Glorfindel."

He smiles and holds her hand slightly tighter. The connection between them is becoming increasingly clear.

"The pleasure is all mine, my Lady," he says with a slight bow of his head.

"Tell me, what brings you to Rivendell? It's not often we see such a beautiful maiden appear from nowhere in this peaceful place."

I chuckled as I looked around.

"It's one of my list to visit this place. I heard there's quite an ample offer around here and that got my interest."

"Ah, yes, this is a wonderful place to visit," he says, still holding her hand.

"We're known for our craftsmanship. Our jewelry, our craftsmanship and our art is known far beyond the borders of Rivendell."

"I assume you're looking for a gift, my Lady?" He asks with a slight smile.

"I have a friend in the jewelry shop. He specializes in gems. Maybe you'd like to go with me?" He asks politely.

I chuckled as I noticed him still holding my hand. As I flickered my gaze back to him.

"Hmmm...I suppose I don't mind an escort."

He smiles and lowers his head slightly, still holding her hands. She must be attracted to him as well. Their eyes meet once more and something passes between them. He has the sense that there is more to their encounter than would be considered normal.

"Then let's go. I'm sure you'll find something there that will make an impression."

He says as he guides her out of the training grounds. He has a feeling that this might not be the last time they meet.

As they make their way through the town, she takes in its beauty once again. The houses are made of wood and stone, covered with vines hanging from the eaves. The streets are paved with brick, and the trees line both sides of the path. There are small shops scattered throughout the town, and the air smells of wood and flowers. She can't help but feel a sense of tranquility and peace as she walks with Glorfindel.

He leads her through the town, his hand on top of hers, and finally enters a store that is filled with gemstones, jewelry, and other valuables.

I flickered my gaze at the store observing the place. It seems it is taken care of very well, I can see that it has great craftsmanship.

"This store has been in the family for hundreds of years," Glorfindel explains as they enter.

"It's a place where many of our people come to purchase gifts and items for their loved ones. It's beautiful, isn't it?"

He walks her towards the center of the store, which is a case filled with several different types of jewelry and gems.

"I'm sure you'll find something here that will catch your eye," he says kindly.

I flickered my gaze on the aligned jewelry and gems.

"Hmmm...well the jewel I'm looking for is already standing in front of me."

As I smirk while tracing on the jewel I noticed.

Glorfindel's breath hitches as he listens to her. She just called him a jewel? Could it be?

He looks at her with a slight blush. His eyes are warm as he looks at her. There's a connection there. He just knows that there is.

"Why thank you, my Lady," he says, his voice softening. "I'm humbled by your words."

"What were you looking for again?" He asks, changing the subject slightly. The blush on his face can be seen through the soft golden hairs of his cheeks.

I looked at him for a moment and chuckled softly. As I picked up a necklace it has golden and blue accents.

"Hmmm...I suppose I did."

He watches as she picks up a beautiful necklace, golden with blue accents. The light hits the necklace, making it glisten and sparkle. It truly seems fit for a woman of her beauty.

"Is this to your liking, my Lady?" He asks politely.

"It's perfect for you," he adds, his voice carrying a slight catch. Something about this woman has gotten under his skin, and he's not sure what. He only knows that he wants to spend more time with her.

I flickered my gaze as I motioned him to lower his head.

Glorfindel's heart quickens as she motions for him to lower his head. Is she going to do what he thinks she is? He lowers his face slightly, watching her with anticipation. She is standing so close to him, her breath caressing his skin...his mind is reeling. He wants this, but does she?

He waits for her to make her move, his eyes on her lips.

I looked into his eyes with a hint of mischief as I leaned even closer. That I could feel his breath on my face.

"Do you like it?"

Glorfindel's heart is beating rapidly now. He's almost shaking. She's going to kiss him? He wants that so badly. He closes his eyes, waiting for the moment, praying to the gods that she will. His heart is beating even faster as she leans closer and whispers. And then it happens.

Their lips meet, pressing together in a tender kiss. His hands go to her waist and hold her close as he savours the moment. Finally they part, and he opens his eyes to see her smiling at him softly. He leans in again, kissing her again.

But it didn't happen I looked at him closing his eyes as if he was waiting for something. I blink as I slightly shake him.

"Glorfindel?"

Glorfindel opens his eyes, slightly confused. It seemed for a moment that she had kissed him, that it was real. But it's gone now.

"Yes, my Lady?" He asks gently, looking into her eyes. She's so beautiful. And he wants to kiss her again, properly this time. He can feel the connection between them. There's something there, a spark.

She's looking at him, and there's a hint of mischief in her eyes. She must want it, too. He leans in slowly, his lips approaching hers.

"I said do you like the necklace I've put on you."

As I gazed at the necklace I put on his neck the moment I asked him to lower his head was to put the necklace on him. But for some reason he closes his eyes as if anticipating something don't tell he was expecting a kiss?

Glorfindel's heart drops. This was a prank? She just put a necklace on him and he thought... No. No, she didn't.

"Yes," He says in a tight voice. He can't believe himself. He thought...he was so sure. "I uh...I like it."

He's speechless. He had hoped, prayed that it wasn't a prank, that she actually wanted him. And now, she had tricked him. A soft blush spreads across his face as he tries to contain his humiliation. And she looks at him with a mischievous smile on her face.

"You were closing your eyes were you expecting something?"

As I smirk.

His face turns redder. How could she do this to him?

He takes a deep breath.

"I was. But it seems I was mistaken."

He starts to remove the necklace.

"You can have it back. I thought it was a gift, but it's clear that you were only..."

He trails off, unable to finish the sentence. He can't even look at her right now. He's too humiliated, too ashamed that he fell for her little trick.

I feel a pang of pain when he has taken off the necklace. In a panic I pulled his collar and put a kiss on his cheek.

Glorfindel almost jumps out of his skin. He did not expect her to give him a kiss, let alone on his cheek. He stares at her for a few moments, dumbfounded. She just kissed him, and not just anywhere, but on the cheek.

"Why..." He says with a frown. He thinks that it was just a move of desperation, but his heart tells him otherwise.

"Why did you do that?" He asks softly. Is she truly attracted to him after all?

I stiffly turned around as I put on my hand.

"... It's a thank you gift for showing me around."

As I peak through my hat.

"... Goodbye!"

As I hurriedly got out of the store.

Glorfindel just stares after her, his mind racing. Did she just kiss him? Why did she kiss him like that? Was it sarcasm? Or was she serious? It was hard to tell, and at this point he's just confused.

He watches her leave, and when she's far enough away, he sits down on a bench. What was that? He thought they had a connection, but maybe he was wrong. Maybe he imagined everything. And he can't believe he fell for a prank. What a fool he is. He puts his head in his hands and sighs.

Glorfindel sits on the bench for a few moments, trying to make sense of what just happened. He is embarrassed that he thought she actually wanted him, that she was flirting with him. It must have been a prank. But why would she do this? Why would she kiss him like that? He doesn't understand, and it makes him even more upset.

He stands up from the bench, a knot in his stomach. Maybe it's best to leave things the way they are. Maybe he shouldn't pursue her. It's clearly a one-way attraction, and she won't give him further attention.

The next day I was checking out in the clothing store. Picking the best cloth for my new dress I will be making. I was in a tough spot on which one I should choose the lavender satin or the baby blue satin.

Glorfindel is about to walk into a shop, but when he sees Rickylyn inside debating over a satin, he stops for a moment. She might not have meant it yesterday, and he shouldn't have misinterpreted her actions. But still, he can't seem to stop thinking about her.

He enters the shop and walks over to her. She doesn't notice him at first, but once she does, she looks up with a surprised look on her face.

"Hello, my Lady," he says politely. "How may I be of assistance to you?"

I didn't notice it was him as I frowned and grumbled.

"Hmmm....I can't pick between these two colors. The lavender one is good and so is the baby blue satin. I'm going with the theme of a nice morning walk on the ocean."

I assume it was the shop assistant that was talking behind me.

Glorfindel smiles at her dilemma. He wants to help her pick. He wants to keep talking to her. But he shouldn't. Yesterday was evidence of that. Even if he interprets her actions in the wrong way, his feelings are still real. He likes her and wants to spend more time with her. But he needs to stop. He has no chance with her after all.

"Both are beautiful colors," he says with a smile.

"The lavender will make you look more regal and the blue more gentle. Whatever you choose will be perfect for the theme."

I silently murmured.

"Hmm...baby blue reminds me of his eyes..."

Glorfindel freezes. His heart drops in his chest. Did she just... Does she have feelings towards him after all? Did she mean it when she kissed his cheek yesterday?

He feels a spark of hope inside him. His feelings haven't been reciprocated. She must be talking about him.

He takes a deep breath. His expression is gentle and sincere as he speaks once more.

"His? Whose eyes?" He asks gently.

I flinched as I turned around and finally noticed him. I looked at him shocked I thought it was the shop assistant.

"Oh Glorfindel! I thought you were the shop assistant."

Glorfindel smiles, though still anxious about her saying she was reminded of a person's eyes. Was that person him?

"My apologies, my Lady. I wanted to help you pick the right fabric for your dress. Do you mind if I give you some advice as well?"

He looks at the satin she has in front of her. "The baby blue one is perfect for a delicate, gentle look. But the lavender seems to match your personality more. It gives you more of a mysterious vibe. And your eyes could complement it nicely."

I cleared my throat and awkwardly nodded.

"Well yes both have a great color and fit on the theme I'm making. I want something that is a nail to help me choose between the colors."

As I turned around to not show my face and just focused on the clothes I'm holding.

Glorfindel nods. What she asks makes sense, but he is still interested in knowing about the person whose eyes she was reminded of yesterday. He's quite curious now, almost obsessed with it, in fact. But he doesn't want to seem nosy or weird. It was one of the reasons why he tried to forget about Rickylyn in the first place.

"Maybe..."

He pauses.

"Maybe I could be of assistance. Can I try both of the satins on you?" He asks politely.

I flinched as I turned to look at him.

"On me?"

"Yes, my Lady..."

He looks at her with a smile. "You said that you wanted help to decide, right?"

He steps closer and offers his hands.

"Let me try the satins on you, and see which one looks better on you. It's up to you in the end."

He stares at her, waiting for her answer.

I bit my lip as I tucked my hair behind my ear.

"Uh...sure."

As I awkwardly smiled.

Glorfindel's heart is beating rapidly now. This is his chance to be closer to her. He quickly picks up the two different fabrics. He holds the lavender one in one hand, the blue one in the other.

"Please don't be shy," he says gently, taking a step towards her.

He offers the fabrics to her.

"Put one of them up to your face and let me see how it looks on you. Just hold it, and I'll take care of the rest."

I nodded as I held the fabric half of my face only showing my eyes.

Glorfindel looks carefully at her. He is so close to her now. He wants to kiss her so badly. But he has to keep his composure. This is his chance to see which fabric will suit her better. It might not seem like much, but he wants to see her face when he touches it.

He slowly brings the blue colored satin to her face and puts it on the other side. He doesn't look at her, instead focusing on the fabric. But just the feeling of his hand touching her skin, even for a moment, is enough to send shivers down his spine.

"So?"

Glorfindel looks up at her. He's still close to her. In his mind he wants to grab her and hold her in his arms. But he tries to control himself. He has to stay professional.

"Hm...it looks like the lavender one complements your complexion," he says slowly, looking at her face. He can see her now clearly. She's so beautiful. He forces himself to look back at the fabrics.

"Would you like to try it on for a full effect?"

I couldn't help but slowly flutter my eyes at him.

"You think so?...."

As I looked into his eyes.

He looks into her eyes. She's so close. Their faces are almost touching. The urge to kiss her is almost unbearable, but he holds back, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. They're still in the shop after all.

There's a soft blush on his cheeks, and his heart is pounding. He feels the same spark he noticed in her yesterday, in their conversation. Whatever this is, he wants to explore it. But he's not sure if she feels the same way.

"Yes," he says softly.

"The lavender one brings out your eyes beautifully."

I can feel my check slowly bloom with redness. As I flickered my gaze to his lips.

"...Then..."

Her blushing face and the way she's looking at him give him courage. He's still not sure, but he gets the feeling that she wants this.

He leans in slightly. His heart is beating a thousand times a minute. He can't believe he's doing this, but he wants nothing more than to kiss her.

He puts his hands on her cheeks gently, taking her face into his hands. He's about to kiss her. He hopes that she responds in the same way.

I slowly flutter my eyes at him as I softly and shyly hold his clothes for support. When the sound of falling in boxes broke our atmosphere. That made me jump in surprise.

Glorfindel is surprised as well. The noise takes him out of the moment. His face is close to hers, their bodies nearly touching, and this moment seems so perfect. He would love to kiss her right here and now. But it's ruined. They were interrupted. The moment is no longer there.

He reluctantly lets go of her and turns to look at where the sound came from.

"What was that?" He asks with a puzzled look.

I blink as I noticed someone bumping the vendors merchandise outside. Which made that noise.

"Ah... someone bumped the vendor's merchandise..."

Glorfindel nods. The interruption was unfortunate. Maybe it's for the best. He probably shouldn't kiss her after all, even if he wanted to. It's better to be professional.

But the urge is still there. He just wants to feel her lips once more.

"Let's help them," he says with a smile. He takes one of the fabrics and steps closer to where the vendor is. He lifts some of the fallen merchandise and puts it back on the shelf. This is his opportunity to get closer to her and spend more time with her.

I nodded as I helped picking up all the fallen merchandise. After we were done assisting the shop owner who gave us a lot of thanks for free fruits from her shop. He looked at me for a moment and smiled.

"So have you finally made a decision?"

"I'll go with your suggestion owner; I'll buy the lavender please."

As the shop owner nods and picks up the lavender fabric and starts to pack up my purchase. I looked back at him and noticed he wasn't wearing my necklace.

"...The necklace... you don't like them?"

Glorfindel freezes for a moment, taken aback by her mentioning the necklace. He quickly regains his composure.

"Oh, the necklace," he says, as he realizes he still has it in his hand.

"I'm sorry, it's beautiful. I just haven't put it on yet. I was waiting for the right moment."

He puts the necklace on, making sure to lock it in place as soon as possible. It felt wrong not having it on anymore.

"There," he says with a smile, touching the necklace softly. "How does it look?"

I blushed as I only dazedly look at him.

"Handsome..."

"Thank you," Glorfindel says, feeling flattered by her comment.

He looks at her, and that look on her face... She looks like she's not herself.

He steps closer to her.

"My lady. Are you alright?" He asks with a concerned look.

She seems so out of it. Is she just flustered from earlier? It's possible. But he wants to find out what's troubling her. He wants to help her. That's his role as her attendant, and that's also what he wants as a person.

I snapped from my dazed look as I blushed even more. I hope he didn't notice it as I cleared my throat.

"Uh- yes thank you for your assistance and your worries."

As I hurriedly bowed and started to bolt out of the store.

"Lady! You forgot your fabric!"

The shop owner shouts at me and I blushed as I hurriedly entered the shop shamefully then took my fabric. As I bowed at the shop owner and to Glorfindel then bolts away.

Glorfindel watches her leave, more confused than ever. She was acting so strange. Did he say something wrong? Did he move too fast? Was she just embarrassed by the interruption earlier? Or is it something else entirely? He's not sure. He feels lost. She seemed happy and even complimented him yesterday. It seemed like all was going well.

But now, it looks like he might have scared her away or made her uncomfortable in some way. He doesn't know what to feel or what to do. He feels so conflicted.

I silently screamed in my room as I put a pillow on my face.

"You're embarrassing yourself! My ghad?! Who just bolts out of the shop after almost kissing him! Idiot! I should have taken the chance! Arghhh! Why do I always get nervous!!!"

Glorfindel is confused. She must have felt the same way he did, right? Was it just nervousness that made her leave, so she didn't act on her feelings? No... He shouldn't make assumptions. And he definitely shouldn't make another move unless she explicitly tells him she likes him too. He doesn't want to make her uncomfortable.

"Damn it!" He curses to himself.

He decides to give her some time on her own. Maybe she'll think about what happened. Maybe she'll realize she missed an opportunity and decide to initiate something.

I sighed as I slid on my bed.

"Ahhh....I should've kissed him."

Glorfindel's world is crumbling around him, his hopes crushed. She wants him to kiss her! Why didn't he just take the chance? Why is he letting his nerves get the better of him?

Suddenly, a small spark of hope ignites inside of him. She wants him to kiss her. That's why she left so embarrassed. She was waiting for a kiss, but he didn't give it to her. He can still make it happen.

He stands up, determined. He won't let her get away like that, not without getting his kiss first.

The both sighed to themselves never once have passed through their minds. They're both mutually pinning for one another.

Why are these two idiots noticed they're interested in one another? Geez

[elithilanor]

From the tag game:

Details or snippet of the Glorfindel x Fem!Reader Request. Please and thank you! :)

(Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever really read any fics starring Glorfindel before. Huh.)

Why, hello! :)

I’ve read quite a few Glorfindel fics (him x reader, him x Erestor which is a personal fave, and him involved as a major or minor character)

You get details because I’m struggling with its actual writing. I hc Glorfindel as very loud and boisterous and funny, but also a very obviously aged, wise, and counseled elf. Which I’m struggling to find a good medium, especially as not involved in combat in this fic, but with his wife.

The request is Glorfindel x Fem! Reader; his wife. It’s an emotional hurt/comfort (Glorfindel did not commit the hurt). But his wife needs some reassurance of her beauty and place in his life after on a diplomatic mission to the Woodland Realm for Elrond, one of Thranduil’s Sindarin captains said something quite cruel about/to her.

Originally I had planned to make it quite steamy, but now I’m not so sure. Basically I had an initial idea but now feel like I’m going in a whole new direction lol. I’ll prob check back in with the requester if they want more details for prefer something one way vs another. I’m leaning towards a body image issue which is why I was going towards physical reassurance but so many options alas.

Not much concrete info, but it’s what I got! Thanks for the ask :)

[doodle-pops]

A Matter of Honour and Pride

Glorfindel x reader

Kinktober 2023: Cunnilingus

A/N: Something about Glorfindel having great elven pride in his nature and being dedicated about it is just…beautiful. I feel like I should have made the entire exchange between them a separate fic the way I loved it so much :)

Warnings: fem!reader, cunnilingus, stubborn reader, a teeny weeny spanking, making out in public (because Glorfy has no shame)

Words: 3.3k

Synopsis: In matters of intimacy, a clash of mortal and elven pride unfolds. Glorfindel, driven by his deep elven pride, considers it a grave concern when his pride is wounded.

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“So, you’re telling me that elves by nature aren’t sexual beings in the manner mortals are; however, when it comes to pleasure, you do not joke in that area?” you puzzled with an intrigued expression gracing your visage. You had hoped he would have heard your puzzling question over the loud ambience of the folks gathered in the Hall of Fire to celebrate the New Year. Possibly the worse place you could have decided to treat with the cocky golden–haired Lord.

The tales you had heard about him were indeed true, he was blinding the moment you laid eyes on him and full of pride towards the abilities of his race of folks. Nothing that slipped his tongue tonight ever diminished the pride and strength of his race, only boastings and cheers towards their accomplishments. Though his words of upliftment were joyous—nothing wrong with praising your race of folks—the need to make juxtaposes between men and elves was unnecessary. Nonetheless, his words were making chalk out of your teeth the more he spoke about elves, elves and more elves with less praise to men in the…pleasure department.

Standing in the furthest corner of the Halls, there you braced yourself against the wall while the noble Lord hovered with a much larger chalice in his hand, slowly slipping his grape–flavoured wine and eyeing you with interest. He wasn’t sure if it were your lips or the direction the conversation had drifted which had he ensnared, but he was sure it was you, nevertheless. Lifting the chalice to take another swig, his jaded eyes bore holes into your skull, sending waves of heat coursing through your body and leaving goosebumps.

“Hmm,” he hummed with seduction, eyes never leaving your face and lips, “it is so. However, despite not being promiscuous as men, one session with us is enough to leave one satisfied for weeks into months or even years until next we engage in intimacy.”

Chuckling at his witty comeback, you rolled your eyes and broke the palpable eye contact to glance at the dancefloor brimming with bodies swaying to the upbeat melody. “You know, if you have a low appetite and cannot fuck for long hours or multiple times, there should be no need for shame. Just say you elves cannot last for multiple rounds instead of making up telltales, and admit that men have a greater appetite than you,” you condescendingly replied with a smirk.

Biting his lips to withhold the growing smirk, he hung his head to lowly groan while releasing soft chuckles; you clearly had the wrong impression of his statement. Giving his lips a lick and stepping closer to tower over you—as if he wasn’t already—he craned his neck down to whisper as lowly as he could with a sinister grin dancing on his lips, “You entirely mistook my praise, my dear. It meant that us elves can indeed fuck for long hours, even days…in one go without stopping. One session is equivalent to days ramping in the sheets with us. We simply pleasure better than men; stamina and ability you lack to leave an everlasting effect.”

Wanting to react the way your body and mind were to his correction, you quickly recomposed your expression and posture, cleared your throat and scoffed. “Like I’d believe that. So what if one session is a couple of days between the sheets—normal, but how is one supposed to feel satisfied for months or years after that? It’s quite impossible if I say.”

Astonished by your lack of belief towards his factual statements about the nature of elves, he jerked his head backwards, stunned. The appalled look on his face bewitched his body and soul as he continued to observe your unbothered expression as you lazily sipped your wine and glanced around the dancefloor. You were supposed to be enthralled by the sexual prowess of the elves, not discard the information like a dirty rag. Was there something he wasn’t saying to capture your interest? Surely he used the right tricks in the book by speaking proudly about the stamina elves can endure, something the race of men lacked and should impress mortal women.

“Forgive me but,” he began with a light cough to regain your attention, “you don’t appear to be impressed by the skills of the elves when they clearly outweigh those of a mortal man. Am I correct?” He cocked his head to the other side allowing his golden tendrils to follow his movements and flow like a river of water. His hazy jaded eyes and reddened lips were a testament to how mad you were driving him to quelch his pride as an elf.

“You are right; I am unimpressed.” You paused to quench your thirst before continuing. “I find those facts to be one-sided given the monogamous relationships that elves practice and their lack of promiscuity in their lifestyle. Those praises reside from those whose pleasure is only heightened by the bond created from marriage and not one who is simply experiencing intimacy for the sake of bliss,” you elaborated with an arrogant smirk toying on your lips. The bolder and daring your egotistical look of self-praise grew, the more annoyed the golden hair Lord became as his grip tightened on his chalice.

Twitching his eye as an irritated look governed his face the more he stared at your smug expression, his pride flared with urgency to consume the very fibre of your being and prove you wrong. It was within his nature as an elf to remember the juxtaposes between man and elf; call him superior if you wish, there were things that elves wished to be considered the best at with pride.

“So, my words will only be considered factual if you are proven wrong?” He half-heartedly grinned.

“Hmm, yes. Otherwise, all that motion you did with your mouth would only be considered artistical and linguistical nonsense,” you dispassionately declared with another roll of your eyes and looked at your half–empty cup.

Liking the direction of where the conversation had drifted to, he couldn’t help but twist his tongue in his mouth at your words. What game were you playing with him? He could have sworn that you were purposefully egging him on, and he willingly allowed himself to play along, enjoying the challenge. “And what if I can prove to you that the motion of my mouth and,” he took the opportunity to dip closer and ghost his lips against the shell of your ear and whispered temptingly, “tongue can be artistic in other forms that will make you retract your statements?”

You froze at the proximity of his body brushing against yours; the heat rippling off and stirring your insides. The taunt muscles that he spent ages developing were pressed against your feeble figure causing your head to spin if it had not been for his hot breath and lips against the shell of your ear. You could feel his tongue slipping past his lips to trace the outline of your cartilage, slightly nibbling as he got lower until his lips became attached to your skin. The action made your drink slip from your grip, luckily due to his heightened senses, he was able to catch your cup midway through kissing the underside of your ear.

Lips still attached to the skin, he pressed your body flush against the wall, ignoring the notion that you were still trapped in a crowded room with spectators, he was determined to prove the abilities of an elf to you. However, it was you who reached your hand in between and gave a gentle push to break up the act.

Panting and attempting to not make eye contact all for the sake of not wanting to display how affected you were and to keep up your masquerade, you heaved and looked behind him, into the distance. “I thought elves weren’t indulgent?”

“I’m willing to bend the rules to prove me right,” he panted.

Darting your eyes to his reddened visage, you twisted your lips. “Prideful that much?”

Without missing a beat, he boasted, “Pride.”

**

If you had foreseen that you would end up in this situation right from the start, you might have skipped the entire conversation and urged him to prove himself right without delay. However, the anxious anticipation of defending your mortal pride was also essential to establish your dominance as a lesser being constantly overshadowed by others. Nonetheless, the position you now found yourself in, whether regarded as compromising or empowering, was undeniably pleasurable.

Having an elf on his knees, fervently worshipping your mortal body in a desperate bid to prove himself right while also ensuring your utmost pleasure was a scenario that couldn't have been more satisfying. However, your view became obscured when he swiftly removed your clothing and spun you around to face the cold oak doors, all while he eagerly dropped to his knees to worship. In line with his seductive prowess, he assured that he could deliver an unparalleled level of pleasure without penetration, as he had promised, solely by using his godly skilled tongue.

The loud, lascivious sounds of his tongue and lips slurping and smacking against your cunt with every twist and suction reverberated throughout the room. You were fortunate to have returned to his room in the nick of time, especially considering his hands and mouth had been all over your body the moment you departed the Hall of Fire. Thankfully, no unsuspecting elf had to witness the scandalous sight of their Lord engaging in intimate activities with an innocent mortal maiden in the corridor just meters away from his estate. Nevertheless, you were appreciative that the elf Lord was now on his knees, his face buried between your thighs, fervently slurping away as if it were his last meal.

A loud smack to your ass and his larger hands adjusted your body to arch into a deep curve. Your face was pressed against the cold wooden doors while your ass was stuck outwards from Glorfindel to marvel at while he slipped his tongue past your entrance. You would have found the position to be awkward and unappealing at first given the appearance of having your ass in his face, but he proved to you that it was enjoyable as if your legs were wrapped around his head. Grabbing your ass and spreading your cheeks apart to reach his tongue deeper and pushing his face into your heat, he thrust his tongue and curled it, forcing you to squeal louder for him.

“Hmm, don’t be so quiet about it dear. You know you’re enjoying this just as much as I am,” he taunted and teased while giving smacks to your ass and leaving handprints across the area.

Fighting to understand if the rolling of your eyes were due to the pleasure or the smugness in his voice, you found yourself slipping against the door as your sweat built. Fingers scraping against the wood, Glorfindel seemed to pay no mind to the destruction you were causing to his room; he didn’t mind if you trashed the entire place so long as you left here with your opinion in his favour.

Squealing and mewling as his tongue slipped out only for his entire heated mouth to engulf the entire area and form a suction over your clit; had his hand not found purchase on your hips to keep you upright, you would have toppled over. The motion of his lips over your clit reminded you of his linguistic abilities as Lord as he abused the tiny nub like a pacifier. The sounds were lewd as he continued to drink everything your body offered him freely; even the small trickles of liquid as your cunt clenched and squirted into his mouth, he consumed without pause. He refused to use his fingers, wanting to solely prove that his tongue was artistically inclined to demonstrate a prowess unlike any other.

“M-My Lord, fuck, ngghh,” you moaned into the door while his tongue ran over your sensitive clit and flicked it. “Hmm, so good—”

What the hell were you saying? You couldn’t slip up even though the pleasure was euphoric.

You wanted the earth to open up and swallow you whole for agreeing that he was indeed pleasuring you with the highest degree of satisfaction. To make matters worse, he agreed that he wasn’t going to engage in intercourse to prove his point about how otherworldly and spiritually powerful his race had on the body when it came to pleasure. He’d keep you here all week to get it into your head, and it him as he mentioned, “That’s just one session for us elves sweetheart.”

Smug superior being.

Chuckling into your core, his lips firmly grasping your clit, the resulting vibrations sent shivers coursing through your body, compelling you to arch even further into his embrace. You weren’t certain if it was possible to contort into a more debasing position than the one you currently occupied, but given his unwavering determination, he seemed capable of bending you into even more contorted shapes just to assert his elven superiority and compel you to acknowledge your inferiority.

“Are you enjoying this, my dear?” he murmured, his voice muffled as he allowed your ass to envelop his face, unconcerned about the possibility of suffocation, as long as he achieved his objectives first. His hands were actively exploring the rest of your body, primarily focused on your breasts, eager to grope them since he had been denied the opportunity earlier. His fingers teased and manipulated your sensitive nipples while he emitted low growls into your core, revelling in the increasing flow of your arousal and the trembling of your body. This was precisely what he had desired.

He longed to witness the expression on your face as the undeniable truth gradually unfolded, forcing you to confront your denials head-on. He relished the prospect of observing you struggle to reject his abilities, even as the evidence was as clear as day. However, he didn’t mind if you chose to cling to your denials; it only meant that he would keep you ensnared and engrossed in pleasure for the remainder of the week, rendering your tongue incapable of uttering dissent.

As your legs quivered uncontrollably, you bit your lip to stifle the moans and whimpers that threatened to escape. The tears welling up at the corners of your eyes served as testimony to the undeniable reality he presented, yet you remained steadfast in your refusal to concede to his pride. This couldn't be the truth; it must be some illusion crafted by deceitful elves and their enchantments.

“Fuck!” you cried out as your body convulsed. “F-Far from enjoying i-it. You should p-put your back into it more, I barely feel a t–…thing!”

Suppressing a chuckle, it escaped unexpectedly, bursting forth but immediately muffled by the enveloping warmth of his mouth on your pussy. The resulting vibrations rippled through your body, sending waves of goosebumps cascading down your spine. Your legs nearly buckled from the clever manoeuvre, betraying your resolve as your body responded contrary to your intentions. At that moment, his left hand abandoned your breast, descending upon your ass with a firm touch, eliciting a chorus of squeaks and gasps, his aim clearly to extract more moans from you.

The apprehension swirling in your mind, as your body defied your steadfast intentions, was humbling. Here he was, coaxing your reactions like a skilled snake charmer. You bit down on your lip hard enough to taste blood, trying to fend off the growing sensations welling up in the pit of your stomach. This couldn’t be real; your body couldn’t possibly be experiencing pleasure of such overwhelming intensity. If this was just the outcome of one round, with the session barely underway, you doubted your ability to endure the ensuing hours or days if he chose to push the boundaries further, as a testament to his resolve.

The suctions of his lips, moving in perfect harmony with his tongue, shattered your ability to concentrate on anything besides the consuming pleasure of being pleasured orally. His languid strokes over your clit, alternating with teasing nips and gentle kisses, sent your mind spiralling into oblivion. You couldn’t discern which way was up, down, left, or right. For all you knew, you could have been transported to another realm while your most intimate desires were savoured like a sumptuous five-course meal. Why was he so fervent and insistent? You yearned to push him away, yet simultaneously, you craved to keep him closer as the mounting pressure threatened to breach the dam.

You were on the brink, desperately fighting the surge of your mortal pride as it threatened to drown you in the overwhelming desire to cum all over his tantalizing tongue and eager face. You weren’t supposed to enjoy this, yet every stroke and thrust of his tongue felt like a divine gift, setting your body on a path to cloud nine. The undeniable arousal flowing from your core made it nearly impossible to maintain your defences. Damn it, you despised your own body and cursed the magic of his tongue, yet you willingly pushed your ass out to meet its tantalizing movements.

As your body tensed, you couldn’t be sure if you collapsed or if he had pulled you closer, but you knew that the pleasure surged and broke through your dams. All you could discern was that your back was no longer pressed against the door but against a solid wall of sinewy muscle. The soft moans you had been holding back escaped your lips, carried through the air to meet his senses, spreading a triumphant grin across his face. Your arousal smeared across his visage; his lips and chin were adorned with your slick essence, his eyes glazed and brimming with a primal delight. He withdrew slightly, allowing his hands to explore your core, teasing your clit and savouring the way your body quivered and trembled under his skilful touch.

“Are you ready to yield and confess?” he inquired; his voice laced with a challenge.

Squealing from the touch of his finger against your entrance, dancing around the inner lips, you cried out, “N-No! So what—So what if you made me cum; what does that prove?” You were quite the challenge and determined to reject his narrative on the nature of elves.

Your body had already surrendered, sprawled lethargically on the floor in a foetal curl, trembling ever so slightly. It felt as if he had electrified you a thousand times over, and his heightened sensitivity was only adding to the overwhelming aftermath. He continued to goad you, pushing you further toward his grasp as if you hadn't been within his control all along.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured, leaning over your limp form, his lips tracing a path along your sweaty skin, inching upward until they reached your earlobe. “I don’t believe you fully comprehend the control I wield in this situation. No matter how many times you resist the pleasure, I will persist, possessing a stamina that mortals lack. If you happen to lose consciousness, rest assured that my presence will be etched into your being for all eternity. Every action you take, every thought you have, will bear the mark of my touch. Now, the single session we initially agreed upon is far from over—”  

“Glorfindel,” you cried out, interrupting him as he loomed over your form, his lips still caressing your sensitive skin, indulging in delicate nibbles along the way.

Gazing up at you with seemingly innocent eyes, he sported a self-satisfied countenance. “Have you conceded?” he inquired, though it didn’t appear to matter much to him. “Nonetheless, our single session is far from finished, and as a warrior, I possess boundless stamina. A touch of promiscuousness wouldn’t hurt to demonstrate that elves excel in delivering pleasure beyond mortal capabilities.”

“You’re joking right?” you questioned overwhelmed.

“A matter of my honour and pride as an elf.”

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[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

I would love to request a dominate NSFW one shot with Finrod and Thranduil with a fem human reader. Like maybe Finrod comes back like Glorfindel did and he settles in Mirkwood or something.

I hope this serves. And thank you for the idea of Finrod in Mirkwood. This has given me inspiration for fics involving Finrod and Mirkwood.

"Shared pleasures”

Pairing: Finrod x Thranduil x Fem. Reader (Human / Second Person POV)

Themes: Smut (Lemon)

Warnings: Kissing | Dom (Thranduil & Finrod) and Sub (reader) aspects | Explicit language | Breath play | Orgasm denial | Praise Kink | Breeding Kink | Size kink | Penetrative sex  | Rough Sex | Oral (fem. receiving | male receiving) | Cream pie

Wordcount: 1.3k words

Summary: You accept Thranduil and Finrod’s offer to spend the night with them.

Rating: 🔥🔥🔥 Minors DNI | 18+

Rules and tag form here.  

It was a night of many dark and wanton acts. 

"Such a sweet songbird, is she not?" Thranduil glanced at his companion, a golden-haired elf living in Mirkwood for nearly half a year. 

"She most certainly is." Finrod, the elf spoken of in stories and legends, agreed. "Perhaps we should get her to sing a little more."

The Elvenking's lips possessed yours before you could even speak. It was a slow, languorous kiss, one that was filled with sweet promises. A hand gripped your chin, pulling you the other way. The kiss that followed was more teeth and tongue. The grip on your chin tightened. It was Finrod. You opened your eyes and found a pair of burning blue orbs staring right back at you, as if wanting to devour you. 

Finrod had been tainted by the beast he slew with his bare hands and teeth at Tol-in-Gaurhoth. Its blood left a mark he had to bear during his return to Middle-earth. Only when he returned to Valinor for all time would this taint be removed. He pulled away, the light in his eyes dimming a little. He did not want to go too far and hurt you. 

"Go on, little bird," he urged, "attend the king."

You turned to the king, anticipation coursing through your veins. Thranduil's kiss was soft and gentle, one that invited submission. Sinful lips that tasted of honey and wine opened over yours. You sighed and slipped your arms around his shoulders, whimpering when he palmed the soft swell of your breasts. He teased, gently at first, before pressing harder and harder. 

Soft, ragged gasps made him groan. He dipped his head, eager to taste. The sensation of his tongue along the expanse of your skin made you cry wantonly and arch into him. Finrod was intoxicated by the sound.  

"You are a little songbird," He cooed, watching and listening, stroking himself, eager for his turn. When Thranduil moved lower, leaving a damp trail all over your body, he took his chance and kissed you again.

His was a kiss that demanded submission instead of merely asking for it. It was violent and bruising and left you wanting for air. Finrod wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing gently every few moments. The pleasure of it all—him controlling your every breath and Thranduil’s lips settling over your clit was too much. You moaned again, deeply, and repeatedly. Thranduil pushed his tongue deep inside, fucking you with it one moment, then running it flat against your slit another moment. You could barely think. Your nails dug into the sheets, threatening to rip into them when jolts of pleasure licked up your spine. You were close, so very close. You could hear Thranduil’s grunts now. He rested his arm over your belly to stop you from squirming. He feasted on the warmth of your flesh and the sweetness that spilled onto his lips and tongue. It was slow and sensual, just as you would expect it to be. Your hands released their deathlike grip on the sheets and glided over silver-gold hair. Thranduil moaned when he felt the tips of your fingers grazing his scalp.

"I could spend all day like between your legs," he whispered, his eyes flicking up to yours. "Truly, little bird. I cannot get enough of how wonderful you taste."

He eagerly dipped again, bringing you closer and closer with each flick of his tongue. But Thranduil was in no rush. As soon as you began to tremble, your babbles peppering the air, he pulled away with parting kisses to the insides of your thighs.

The sensation of being brought so close and then denied was overwhelming. You were given no moment to gather yourself. Finrod moved over you, taking over where Thranduil left off.

"Spread those legs," he ordered. "And keep your eyes on me."

You did as he commanded. His eyes burned bright when your arms held onto his back and your legs rested over his hips.

 There would be no tenderness with him, not when the mark of the beast reared its head and overtook him. Finrod’s lips captured yours in a heated frenzy. He growled softly when your nails dug into his flesh. It undid him, and he dove into your core without warning, filling you up completely.

"You were made for me," he hissed while thrusting. "You were made for us. Say it, little bird." 

You willingly echoed his words. "I am made for you… the both of you."

Finrod chuckled wickedly. Thranduil pulled you in for a kiss. His lips and tongue still tasted of you. Finrod pulled out of you and flipped you onto your stomach, making it all the easier. He lifted your hips and took you from behind, moaning with delight when your cunt clenched around his cock. You propped yourself on your elbows, whimpering every time he pulled his hips back and pushed in, when he grabbed onto your hand and gently pulled on it so he could go deeper. He was big. So big. Pain mingled with pleasure every time he sheathed his cock in your cunt.

"There my lord," you mewled when he found that place that gave you unimaginable pleasure. "Right there my lord... oh my stars!" 

Thranduil pulled you up until you were on your hands and knees. He wanted to do more than just watch. 

"Open that pretty little mouth; I want to fuck it." He caressed your cheek with one hand, holding it firmly while he guided his cock into your open mouth. When he moaned, "You are such a pleasure to use," shivers went down your spine.

This was what you wanted—all of what you wanted. Thranduil and Finrod made it plain over supper that they intended to ruin you this night; all you had to do was say the word, and they would see to the rest. You had caught their eye while serving them, and they wished to know more of you. Whatever you wanted them to do, they would do. It thrilled you. Having two high elven lords ask you, a mortal no less, to share pleasures with them was something you had never even dreamed of. You agreed to their terms. When you did not care for something, all you had to do was say it, and they stopped without complaint. And now…

Now you did not want either of them to stop.

Finrod’s nails dug into your skin. He wanted to fill you with his seed. It was all he could think of the entire time. He went deeper and harder and faster, growing drunk on skin slapping against skin. His muscles coiled. Sweet tension grew in his belly as need whipped at him like new coils. One hard thrust and that sweet tension snapped. Finrod grunted when his orgasm ripped through him. He continued fucking you until your own release overcame you, groaning every time he felt your cunt milk his cock.

Thranduil was just as relentless. He relished the feel of your lips around his cock and your tongue running along his shaft. He felt the tension building within him. He was close. He wanted nothing more than to spill his seed in your mouth. He pulled on your hair and threw his head back, mouth open in a half-moan, half-whimper. Warmth washed over your tongue when he came.

"Swallow," he ordered, his voice thick and hoarse. "Good, little bird."

You felt strangely empty when they pulled out of you and laid you in bed. Your body was still humming when Finrod rested against you, his nose buried in your hair. You could only sigh dreamily when he mumbled sweet praises in your ear. He told how proud he was of you, praised you for listening and doing all that was asked of you. Thranduil left the bed and brought you water, whispering soothing words while you drank. He joined the two of you not long after.

They asked you to join them again the next night, the night after that, and the night after that. You had only one answer. Yes. 

[theelvenhaven]

Anniversary Proposals

Glorfindel x Reader

2k Words

Request:  Greeting, I adore your blog and been here since the start, I want to attempt a request for the first time. Reader (fem  preferably or neutral) proposes to Glorfindel in marriage (in Gondolin), they were friends and pinning for eachother since so long but she is human with a limited life span, being anxious, she makes her mind up and does something unusual instead of waiting for him to make the move. Whether you do it or not, know that you're my fav Tolkien blog over here, thank you so much.

A/N: Hey anon! Wow how lucky am I that you have been here so long! I am so happy to still have you here with me on the blog! :) I stuck with neutral reader and I hope that is okay. But thank you so much for your continued support of my blog! It means so much to me! I hope you enjoy! <3

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Today you were going to do it, finally having worked up the nerve and courage to do so. It was a beautiful and perfect day to do it finally. With the sky cloudless and Anor was shining brilliantly down into Gondolin. Making the white spires and walls sparkle and glitter under it’s light, the song birds sang and flitted overhead.

Spring was in full swing, with beautiful flowers in bloom. With trees of gray with leaves of green and silver glittering and swaying overhead. Thesound of fountains trickling met your ears, mingling with those birds and pollinators like bees and butterflies danced among Manwe’s wind. Yes today was absolutely perfect to propose.

To which you could thank Ecthelion for, for bolstering your confidence. Having grown far too impatient to wait any longer. It was either now- or at the pace Glorfindel was going- it would never happen. You would be a ripe one hundred-year-old on your deathbed before the words ever left his mouth and a ring was ever slipped onto your finger.

You loved him immensely and you understood the ravages of time didn’t work the same way for the elf that you grew to love so much. It was slow and long lasting, countless thousands of years he had to live before his fea consumed his body- as he explained to you- but you on the other hand. Your fea wouldn’t consume your body. You wouldn’t live for thousands of years let alone hundreds. 

You were mortal, you would age, grow weak and grow feeble. You would slip away from the world like so many of your ancestors had before you. It was inevitable, and you had come to terms with it, but what you weren’t coming to terms with was how long it was taking Glorfindel to propose. 

The first year you understood, it had only been a year into that relationship. It was so fresh and new; you would not have accepted if he had proposed then. The second year you were becoming more comfortable by the idea of getting married, but by the fourth year you were certainly ready for it. 

Yet Glorfindel never asked.  

Here you were on your sixth year of courting and still Glorfindel hadn’t asked for your hand in marriage. He hadn’t done anything that hinted to you that he was going to propose to you. Nothing to the effect that he wanted to spend the rest of your life together, and now you were downright impatient.  

Holding the little velvet box that held his ring if he couldn’t do it right. You weren’t afraid of the challenge, reminded daily that this forever wouldn’t be forever for you. 

There was no one else you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. What wasn’t to love about Glorfindel? He was kind, and cheerful, loving and funny. Yet just a tad forgetful about the fact that you were a mortal on occasion. This was certainly one of those occasions. 

Though he certainly didn’t forget anniversaries. 

Today marked your sixth anniversary, your seventh year being in Gondolin. Which had been a dream to be here, let alone meeting and being with your now partner. Save it felt like time was passing too quickly and your partner had yet to ask the question.

You hoped that when Glorfindel arrived that he didn’t have an inkling as to what it was you were planning, seeing as you had vented your frustrations to Ecthelion. Who, by all means, encouraged that you propose to him when the idea had left your lips, you made him promise to secrecy. Though there had been plenty of times in the past that Ecthelion had to breach those secrets, granted for good reasons of course.

Quietly you tucked the ring box back into your robe pockets as you heard hurried and quick footsteps begin to approach you on the veranda you stood on. Turning to find that it was Glorfindel who was approaching, with a bright and happy smile and a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

You couldn’t help but smile as you saw him, his smile was infectious as always. Warm and captivating, you took in the sight of your handsome partner. The way his long blond hair was left long with a circlet of silver sitting atop his head. Dressed in warm earthtones of browns and greens, that were embroidered with little celandines and ivy leaves.

As always your partner quite the vision and the sight for sore eyes, and you felt your nerves only begin to grow as you realized this was the ellon that you were going to propose too. For the love of Eru you prayed for courage to be able to do so.

“Y/N, meleth nin, it is good to see you. I apologize for running so behind.” Glorfindel began keeping his cheery grin as he climbed up the steps of the veranda outstretching his arms, inviting you to step in. You didn’t hesitate to hug him at the motion of the gesture, coming to rest your head against his chest and listening to the thrumming of his heart.

“It is alright, the important this is that you are here now.” You smiled and said with warmth as you lay contently there for a moment, before finally you pulled away. Wondering if now was the right time to propose to him, yet something in your gut told you to wait before you pulled out the ring box not ready to do so just yet.

“These are for you, meleth.” Glorfindel said in a soft voice, holding out the bouquet of roses towards you, you couldn’t help but grin wider as you accepted them. Taking them from his hands and bringing yourself to bury your nose in them to smell them.

There was nothing sweeter than Eldar grown roses, and the ones that the other Edain had tried to tame and grow themselves just simply couldn’t compare. Not to mention the shade of red that these were, there breathtakingly beautiful. You hummed inhaling their sweet scent,

“Glorfindel these are beautiful.” You mused to him thoughtfully before you moved cradle them gently and look up at him, seeing that his grin was certainly still there. Gently he leaned forward to capture your lips with his. Pressing a soft kiss to you,

“Not nearly as beautiful as you are… They pale in comparison.” He hummed out softly to you and you began to blush softly at his smooth and enticing words. Keeping your happy smile, before you reached for one of his hands with your free one, to pull him along further to sit down on one of the benches near the railing.

Glorfindel was happy to tag along behind you, before sitting down with you while you set the flowers aside. Glorfindel was the first to speak,

“How would you like for us to spend our day together, Y/N?” He asked with a big smile, and you couldn’t help but wear some surprise on your face. Usually for your anniversaries the two of you dedicated a lunch and your evenings together. Not really the whole day today.

“You have today off?” You asked him still with your surprise, but quickly a smile overtook you as excitement ran through you. Glorfindel mirrored your expression as he began to nod, jostling his blond hair. The rays of Anor shining down on him, making him even more ethereal and beautiful than he already was.

Yes today would be the perfect day to propose to him, damn any societal norms that said he must do it first due to his status as Lord. You were happy to do it first and knew it would all be worth it and you couldn’t wait to see the smile on his face when you did it.

“Yes I do, it is a big anniversary even if it isn’t our twelfth yet.” Glorfindel said, and ah yes you remembered how the elves had their affinity for six. A calendar that you were still adjusting too. Six days of the Week, Six Seasons, and so on. So you supposed this was a significant anniversary,

“Well then I want to give you your surprise.” You said with a big grin, and you watched the way his eyes began to sparkle with wonder and curiosity. Wondering what exactly the surprise could possibly be.

“A surprise? For me?” He said warmly and you could hear the eagerness in his voice as he spoke. Glorfindel wasn’t one for gifts, and you knew it. But every now and again when you did something on an important occasion he was always accepting of your gifts and excited to receive them.

“Mhmm I do!” You smiled to him with a big grin, before you stood up from your seat, now was the perfect time to propose to him. You had all day to do it, but you were simply full of jittering excitement and couldn’t wait to do it. That was the premise of why you wanted to propose to begin with, was because Glorfindel was taking too long.

“Now close your eyes.” You watched as he gave you a soft smile, clearly with a little hesitation in the air, as he wasn’t usually one for long drawn out surprises. Nonetheless he did exactly as he was instructed, closing his eyes, you quietly took the ring box out of your pocket. Moving to stand in front of him before kneeling down.

Opening the ring box the two of you waited in silence for a moment as you felt your heart pounding in your chest with excitement. With nervousness and even a tinge of worry finding him as you feared that he may reject you. But you hoped that wasn’t the case, you had faith that it wouldn’t be the case.

“You can open now.” You said with a bit of a shaky breath, and watched as he fluttered his eyes open to look at you and then immediately at the ring that was in the box. A look of surprise found his face and that surprise was indiscernible, you couldn’t tell if he was excited or not. If anything you were quickly growing concerned that he was going to reject you.

“Glorfindel, will you marry me?” You asked with confidence, or tried to with confidence that was dwindling down at the fact that he wasn’t answering you and the expression hadn’t left his face. Suddenly Glorfindel stood from his place on the bench, reaching out for your hands, and gently helping you to your feet.

You felt your heart sink at the fact that he hadn’t said anything- and you were utterly worried that he was about to reject you in full. As gently as he could, you knew the rejection would hurt regardless of how sweet and gentle he was. You were fully prepared for it, and you swallowed the lump in your throat.

Debating if you even wanted to hear him reject you or if you should just leave.

Before you could make a decision did his hands come to cup your face, his thumbs stroking your cheek before he dipped his head in to kiss you.

Glorfindel’s lips melded passionately with yours, stealing the air from your lungs as he did not hold back. His hands still holding your face so tenderly, lingering for the longest moment as he kissed you. You were reeling from the intensity of his kiss, hardly knowing how to react other than to kiss him back, and try and keep up with his pace.

Finally Glorfindel pulled away resting his forehead against yours, grinning widely as he continued to cradle your face.

“Of course, I will.” He breathed out joyfully, and you found yourself grinning alongside him. Your heart soaring in your chest grateful and happy that his answer was a resounding yes! That he would marry you! Praise Eru!

“There is no one I’d rather be with than you, Y/N.” Glorfindel continued, gushing with excitement, and you felt like you could breathe again. Relieved, happy, excited.

“I love you Glorfindel.” You said to him in a soft breath, and you felt his lips press back to yours again, but only for a moment.

“And I love you too.” He answered you warmly, finally all the right things had fallen into place and you couldn’t be anymore grateful with how they were turning out to be. You couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with him.

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[elronds-pointy-ears]

At your Mercy Chapter 6

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Pairing: Gil-Galad x human! fem! Reader

Warnings: none, this thing is not proof read guys so there might be some mistakes.

Word Count:  2028

Summary: Combat lessons with Glorfindel and a new Job.

Thank you for reading 💜

“What do you know about basic combat?” Glorfindel asked. Not even a week passed and Mallahir annoyed you enough that you went looking for the Captain of the Watch and planned a date for your first sparring lesson. So here you were, standing in front of the blonde ellon who apparently was the greatest warrior who ever lived. He raised an eyebrow when you took a while longer to answer him. “Well I know exactly nothing. I have never had to fight you see. My dad would never teach me since I was a girl and not a boy.” “Foolish.” The blonde said. “That is just one more reason for you to learn how to fight. Or at least defend yourself properly.” You sighed. You knew he was right but it never occurred to you that you might be in danger at any given point. It was just never taught to girls and you never asked anyone to teach you. “Of all the creatures in this world I am going to have to tell you, you are the weakest. I mean you’re a human. A woman at that. I am not trying to offend you but of all races and genders you are the easiest prey. You are small, not so strong and generally just not built for fighting. But fortunately there is a lot we can do about that.”

“For the beginning I am going to try to attack you ok. And you try to fight back ok. So I can see where you are at the moment.” You nodded and got ready, fists raised in front of you. Glorfindel moved swiftly towards you trying to attack you while looking at you. You moved out of the way the first time and tried to hit him when he recovered from his first attempt just to catch your arms mid-air and swing you around so he could wrap his arms around your body and hold you.

“Not bad actually for the first try.” He released you again and told you to attack him this time. “If you can hit me once I’ll buy you a drink after.” He winked at you. His gorgeous smile that followed made you blush slightly and you lunged forward trying to hit him in the face so he would not see your red cheeks. Again he moved out of the way with little to no effort. You kept swinging again and again but you never even got close to hitting him.

Eventually you got a little frustrated. “Can you just stand still for once.” You exclaimed a little out of breath.

“Why? Do you want me to buy you a drink that desperately?” That earned him another swing you sadly missed. “You are unbelievable.” He just laughed. He stopped you after a good minute and told you to just stand there and listen to him.

“I see from our little fight here that you have an excellent fighting spirit. Unfortunately you lack the strength , speed, stamina and really just tactics and strategy. So I am going to teach you the basics first. We’ll start with your stance.” He motioned for you to copy him. “You need to stand like this. Legs spread a little so you won’t lose balance. Bend your knees a little. It’ll help you a lot.” You copied him and when he was done correcting he continued. “Good and now you want to turn your body slightly to the side. You want to minimize the attackable target. But never lose sight of your surroundings ok.” You nodded and listened to him. He explained and corrected you for the rest of the afternoon. He tested you every now and then and it was beginning to exhaust you. So you were grateful when Elrond came to interrupt since you were already feeling your muscles beginning to hurt. You would come back to the training grounds the next day and the day after that Glorfindel insisted. You got along well. His open flirty side was something you had a lot of fun with and he knew it. It was no harm done and it actually helped you to loosen up a little. It was not uncomfortable at all and he was actually very proud when you left the training grounds that day.

You followed Elrond back to the Kings Halls. He said you were needed there and you wondered why. It made you nervous and he must have sensed it. “No need to worry Y/N you did not commit a crime if that’s what you’re thinking about.” He said when he stopped and turned around. “Oh but what is it then my Lord?” “Y/N please just Elrond.” You nodded and he smiled. “I have to leave soon. In a few days I will be traveling to Eregion. I need someone to take up my work for the High King when I am there.” Your eyes widened and your mouth fell slightly open. “Oh no do not worry Y/N you are the best person for this job.” He walked closer to you and put his hand on top of your arm. “You know best how everything works here and I trust you.” He reassured you. “Elrond, no , I am not ready for this. How would I know what to do? What if I mess up? I doubt the High King would have mercy on me like you did.”

Your horrified face disliked Elrond greatly and he searched for your eyes. “Y/N listen to me. I am sure you will not mess up. You’ve practically been doing everything that needs to be done for the last weeks already. Sometimes you’ll have to run an errand for the King and you have to be ready at his request at all times but I assure you he is a noble Elf and a good King.” You gulped moving your hand through your hair combing it back. “I have already informed the King and he accepted so you do not have to worry about it.” “Oh.” Was all you could muster. Your mind was speeding from all the things that could go wrong to how you would probably embarrass yourself to the point that you could no longer look into the High King's eyes. Not that you could look into his eyes now they were far too intense for you so you would look away after a few seconds already. Elronds voice brought you back from your wandering mind “Come on now. Gil-Galad is waiting and even though he is a patient King you best not let him wait too long.”

When you walked into the great Hall the High King sat in his throne patiently waiting for you to walk across the room. With each step you took you could hear the adrenaline rushing in your veins. Why were you so nervous? You stopped a few feet away from the High King and bowed your head.

“My King I have brought Y/N. She has acknowledged what I have informed her of and she agrees to be my substitute.”

The High King moved in his throne and spoke “Y/N do you agree to not tell anyone about matters at court. Conversations are to be kept secret and confidential information is not to be spoken of.” He gazed at you seriously.

“Yes High King. My mouth is shut and I am loyal to you.” You exclaimed.

The High King raised from his seat and walked down the steps. His golden robes billowed in the wind when he descended to your level. “Very well then. I expect you to keep your word.” With that he walked past you to what you assumed were his quarters.

The following morning you met up with Glorfindel again and he taught you how to swing a good fist. The day after that he taught you how to free yourself from someone's grip using your elbow, knee or head. You managed to elbow Glorfindel once and it made you incredibly happy. Glorfindel praised you and everyday you got a little better in combat.

When Elrond left Mithlond to travel to Eregion you knew you were going to have a hard time. You were still not sure why you felt this weird unfamiliar feeling when you were close to the High King but now you had to spend time with him. You could no longer leave the room aor go the other direction when he was there. It was part of your job now to talk to him. Report to him or run around the city to deliver a message if he requested you to do it.

Thankfully he kept interaction between you to a minimum. You imagined he did not fully trust you because of your human heritage and was not ready to let you get too close in case you would turn out to be a traitor. You would do minor jobs for him every now and then, tell him different things going on around town and every now and then ask about humans in what you figured was to understand how the human towns worked and how they lived. Surprisingly you did not find him to be as complicated as you first thought. Elrond was right he was a good King. Great you would even say. He made good decisions and never selfish ones. He put the needs and wants of his people before his own and that earned him great respect from you. He never spoke too much, just a few words every now and then but when he opened his pretty mouth he could either destroy you or praise you in a few words only. Did you just think of his mouth as pretty again?

About a week passed and you found yourself once more on the training grounds with Glorfindel trying to catch you. You learned fast and managed to use most of his previous advice now which made it significantly harder for him to catch you and you both had a lot of fun during your lessons. The training grounds were loaded with ellons and elleths all working on their fighting skills. Most of them with bow and arrow but some with swords. You and Glorfindel were the only ones fighting hand to hand. So usually you would have many onlookers watching you move around. The elves were excited to see their beloved Captain fight since he seemed to be a legend in their world. You dodged one of his attacks using his weight to your advantage and shoved him back. He regained his balance quickly and ran right into you. You reacted quickly and put your weight to your feet so he would not knock you off the ground which he ultimately still did. You wrestled around a little for a while when he managed to pin your arms on your back and press you towards his body so you were trapped. “Got you” he smiled cockily. No way you were ready to give up so easily. You quickly leaned forward and kissed him just long enough for him to loosen his grip on you so you could knock one of his feet off the ground so he was lying on the ground still stunned by what just happened. The watching crowd cheered and laughed and only then you realized how many had seen that interaction between the two of you.

Glorfindel got up and laughed loudly now. “That was not fairplay” he told you. “No it was not. But you told me I had to use whatever I have. Besides, a young woman against an elf is hardly fair I would say.” You countered. “You are a fast learner I see. Good job.” Glorfindel threw his arm around you and led you away.

One pair of eyes followed you closely. The elven King did not know why he felt so angry at what he had just witnessed. He did not know where that feeling came from but he did not like how it seemed to control him. He turned around and walked back to the confines of his Quarters.

Tagging @lotrnonsense​ / @captainbutterflygirl2 @thesolarangel​ @lazymeriadoc​ @bananaphanta​ @betty-not-boop​ @fenharel-enaste @eowyn7023

[characterworkshoppe]

We Are a Family

Glorfindel x reader

Warnings : They talk about pregnancy, reader is afraid of pregnancy, the reader wants a family but not right now, that decision isn't for everyone it's just what I decided for this fic, fem reader, a bit of nudity in the bath, but overall just reaching an understanding and fluff, no beta, not enough peace of mind or time to edit so sorry about any mistakes, also I don't have as much experience with the Silmarillion as other people on tumblr so I'm basically shooting in the dark with elvish words. It's hit or miss and I'm hoping hit.

A/n : it's 2:36 am and I should be sleeping but no...I needed some Glorfindel and I hope you guys can enjoy too! If it's alright to ask please no constructive criticism with this particular fic, it's not perfect, by far not perfect but it's my first attempt that I tried doing. I've been struggling with the confidence to write for a while so please go easy on me!

It was no surprise to Y/N that Glorfindel had always dreamed of being an Adar, he fought bravely in the name of peace even having been reborn from that noble deed, and now that a time of peace has finally begun, Glorfindel wanted to experience the joys of creating and having children.

Small beings made from the love of him and his beloved. The pure joy, creativity, and laughter of children was the very image of peace and love to Glorfindel.

The peace he fought to earn.

He often asked his treasured Y/n what personality he thinks they might have or what mannerisms or even what interests they might inherit from the both of them.

Y/n always smiled and said "I'm not sure, only time will tell" with thoes words Glorfindel put his arm around her waist and pulled her close.

"Meleth nîn, you mean everything to me, I love you dearly" he whispered.

He often thought about how stunning Y/n would be carrying his child inside her.

Y/n smiled and pressed her head against his chest feeling the strength and intensity of his heartbeat, the heart that contained the bravery and courage this Balrog slayer.

However Y/n, as courageous as she usually is, could never find the courage within herself to tell Glorfindel something rather important about this wish of his and so time had come and chosen a time and place for her.

And that time and place was a late afternoon just after sparring practice. Glorfindel and Y/n were home in the bath as he leaned back slightly as Y/n washed his hair asking him about how he felt and all the interesting things he had to share.

He hummed in delight chatting all about his day as Y/n's nimble fingers were scratching and rubbing, thoroughly making sure his cascading golden locks were perfectly clean and scented to his preference.

Once Y/n rinsed it off, he walked out taking in the sight of her beautiful form in a thin dress, damp with water from the bath.

"Y/n, shall we try tonight? Starting a family I mean" he asked.

Y/n froze unsure of what to say, instead she averted her gaze.

"Melda, are you alright? Are you feeling unwell? Please look at me" he asked.

"Glorfindel, could we please go to the bedroom" she whispered. "Yes of course" he said, gently lifting her into his arms and carrying her to the bedroom.

He gently placed her on the bed and sat down himself, quickly glacing over her form, she seemed tense and trembling, he tried to discern what she might be feeling in this moment.

"Y/n, you do not need to answer my questions today, however, I'd like to ask if you feel ready to start a family, I'd like to hear your opinion when you feel ready to share it" he said.

"No no, you deserve an answer veru" she said taking a deep breath.

He patiently waited sitting by her and holding her hand. She looked at him and took a couple more breaths before starting.

"The long answer is yes but the short answer is no, truthfully I'm scared of pregnancy, but that does not mean I don't wish to start a family, just perhaps not right now, it doesn't mean that I don't trust you to be there for me and sit with me through every sickness and cravings, it just means I fear the changes that will happen to my body, I was once told I will never feel the same again after pregnancy, and thoes words stuck with me ever since" she explained.

Glorfindel held her close saying "Meleth nîn, you mean everything to me, I love you dearly, I'm sorry you felt scared to tell this to me, I promise I am not angry and I'm glad to hear what you have to say, and I don't mind waiting, we have all eternity until you feel ready melda"

He rubbed small circles on her back in a soothing gesture.

"I'm so sorry Glorfindel, I know you wanted a family" she said.

"Meleth, we are a family" he said as he nuzzled her neck playfully.

She wrapped her arms around him and said "Glorfindel, you're the sweetest husband anyone could ever ask for" as they enjoyed eachother's company well into the depths of the night.

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Elvish words I googled

• Meleth nîn  (my love)

• Melda (beloved/ lovely, beautiful, desirable)

• Veru (husband)

• Adar (dad/father)

Honestly I don't know if this is correct I just googled these. I decided to take a risk and try to use what I could find.

Also this Glorfindel was basically molded by what little I read and understood in the Silmarillion, but mostly what I read on tumblr, especially by @icarus-fell-in-spring who has an incredible masterlist of fics and especially some beautiful Glorfindel ones (Hi! I'm the person/anon who asked for tips on writing Glorfindel a long while back! I finally attempted it! Still don't think it's good enough but I'm feeling brave enough to try posting it! And thank you for your reply too)

I also love how @lovefairymina writes Glorfindel and I was inspired to at least try!

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Summer Stories 2023

If someone wants to add some spice...here is a list for yet another event for July :D Feel free to add a prompt from that list lol

Week 1

Fireflies - Bagginshield for @lordoftherazzles

Seaside - Círdan and an ugly ship for @fishing4stars

Beat the heat - Daemags for @searchingforserendipity25

Postcards - Victorian AU Balin for my husband

Evenings - Curuwendil for @cilil

Week 2

Ice-cold drinks - Dwalin x Nori for @lordoftherazzles

Summer festival - Gil-Galad x Elrond x Glorfindel for @maglor-my-beloved

Campfire - Gothmog x Eönwë for @cilil 🔥

Picnics - Beleg/Mablung for @lycheesodas 🔥

Shade - The Fëanturi for @cilil

Week 3

Grassy hillsides - Maedhros x Fem!Reader for anon

Summer storms- Bagginshield for @maalezzo

Roadtrip - meta-story for my husband

Cocktails - Bagginshield for @lordoftherazzles

Suntan/Freckles - Halenthir for @elentarial

Week 4

Poolside: the Ultimate Pool Party Eleganza Extravaganza

Stargazing - Elrond x Erestor for @maglor-my-beloved

Dandelions - Bagginshield for @lordoftherazzles

Fireworks - Fëanor x reader for @wandererindreams

Frozen treats - Gothmog x OC for my husband

[batsyforyou]

Rain Rain Go Away

Tags: Rain, storms, cuddles, she/her practice 

Pairing: Glorfindel x fem reader 

Warning: Unedited

Author’s Note: This short drabble was made while I currently fight off my own anxiety and fear of storms as it literally happens outside. 

@asianbutnotjapanese

Dozing in her bed the pitter patter of rain hitting her windows came to her ears and she shot up.’

 “Rain?”

Throwing off her covers she raced to her window and shoved open her curtains, her heart slamming against her chest and the palm of her hands sweating. Water raced down the glass and over the inky valley.

“No, please no.” 

Pulling the curtains shut she jumped at the sound of rumbling thunder. Memories of past storms clawed and howled at her mind and she stumbled in the dark to find her robe. Not bothering with shoes she opened her door, barely closing it behind her as she ran. The halls were dark and what lights that were lit made the shadows dance and they quivered with every lick. The pat of her feet against the floor and her quick breathing echoed in the empty space, the storm gaining strength outside. 

Turning the corner she patted up the stairs that lead to Glorfindel’s room and knocked six times in a rhythm. Stepping back she fiddled with her fingers and kept watch over her shoulder examining every corner and straining her ears for noise, half expecting something to pop out and get her even though she knew that Rivendell was a safe place. 

The creak of the door opening alerted her and she snapped her head around to see a groggy and brightly shining elf. 

“Y/n?” He mumbled, “What is it? Is something the matter?” At this thought he seems to wake up instantly. But she was quick to dissuade him, “I was scared. No, I am sacred.” 

“The storm woke me up and I—” Putting the feeling into words made her feel foolish as she realized that she had run all the way to him over something undoubtedly silly and she frowned. 

“I’m sorry Glorfindel, I shouldn't have woken you up.” 

He shook his head and waved her inside. “No. No, please. I wish to hear about what is bothering you.”

Stepping in she flinched at the thunder outside. Glorfindel frowned and gripped her thin shoulders in his hands. “It is alright. It is just rain.” 

“But that's the problem!” 

Wide eyed and terrified she felt tears prickle her eyes and her chest was hurting, her knees were trembling and it felt like her lungs were squeezing tightly together, preventing air from getting in. She wanted it to go away. She hated it. She hated it so much! 

Bringing her close to him the elf held her in his arms and it felt like the little human woman might break in his hold. She gripped onto him as her heart accelerated, “Can you tell Elrond to make it go away?”

His lips pulled at the corners, amused. “What kind of power do you think he has?”  

A squeal clogged in her throat at another boom of thunder, light flashing into the room as the storm got worse outside. “Can I stay with you tonight, please?”

Smiling he nodded, rocking the two of them as he rubbed her back soothingly. 

“Of course you can.” 

She seemed to relax at the knowledge that she wouldn’t be alone and sniffed. Gently leading her by the hand he directed her to his bed and sat her down on the undisturbed covers where he had not been. 

“I myself only recently turned in for the night.” 

Crawling back into his side of the bed he sighed and relaxed into his mattress with an arm behind his head. 

Shrugging off her robe she dropped it delicately by the bed and shuffled under the covers. Sighing as the feeling of another person nearby worked to calm her but not completely. 

The elf watched as she made herself comfortable, his ear twitching with every strike of lightning and every drum of thunder. 

“May I ask you something?”

With her eyes closed and gripping the sheets she nodded. 

“Why are you so afraid of storms?” 

Her heart stopped and slowly began to beat again. “Growing up I loved it when it rained. I’d run outside and play before things got really bad with my siblings. I wanted it to come around more often so I can use an umbrella and make blankets forts with chairs” She giggled at herself. “But eventually, as I grew up, unfortunate events happened to my family that made storms harmful. Especially when the wind would pick up and throw things around. 

She took a deep breath. “I guess I just learned to have this feeling.” 

The silence in the room was quiet as the rain continued to throw itself at the walls and windows. Unyielding in its pursuit. 

“I’m sorry, my friend. I am sure that must have been difficult for you.” 

“It was.” 

The two laid there as she stared up at the ceiling, she wanted to be comforted and cuddle but didn’t know how to ask. Licking her lips she looked to the elf, he looked to be dozing, maybe even sleeping. She couldn't quite tell with his open eyes. 

“Glorfindel?” She paused. He had done more than enough to help her, letting her spend the night with him and sharing his bed. “No, nevermind. Goodnight.” 

Turning on her side she turned away from him and curled up tightly. Hoping that sleep would find her soon and that she could wake up and have it all be over with. Dreading that she might find damage outside. 

The weight of the bed shifted the sheets rustling and her eyes shot open as she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist and pull her into a warm body. Blushing she pushed her face into the cool pillow and whispered. “Thank you.” 

She knew the elf smiled when she felt him squeeze her and warm air blowing into her ear. 

“You only need to ask.”

“I’d hold you for all eternity.”

Masterlist

[ruiniel]

Hello!

I hope your feeling better, I myself have been feeling like crap lately so you have my sympathies.

I saw your post on glorfindel and was wondering if you'd be happy with more tolkien requests, though I definitely love your castlevania works!

That being said, may I request a glorfindel and a human lady reader?

Thank you for sending! And yes, welcoming Tolkien requests.

I redid an older Glorfindel scene for this... wanted to 'revive' it instead of letting it sit in my drafts. Might follow up with something NSFW, not sure?

General note: also working on the older asks, it's taking forever

Lairë

Pairing: Glorfindel x human fem!reader

Count: 0.5k

Rating: T

Forlond, Lindon, late Second Age

“Laurefindil, Laurefindil!”

He turns from his musing at the sound of his name, his eyes torn from the swaying waves. The day has given way to dusk, and it’s been one of clear skies and mild winds. He breathes the salty breeze, his chest filling with the rush and flow come from the sea depths.

You’re breathless when you reach his side, taking him by the arm. “Look, look a whale! Do you see it? Look there, to the East!”

Glorfindel watches you for a moment, smiling at the sight of your sparkling eyes. He follows your pointing finger. Indeed he sees the tip of a tail splashing silver foam away in the far distance, just where the Gulf of Lune flows into the sea. “I do see it… well done,” he glances back at you. 

Your hair is loose, your dress wet, the sheer material clinging to your thighs and legs after a spree in the shallow waters kissing the shore. Glorfindel himself is unshod, his plain grey tunic reaching his knees, his trousers rolled up to his calves. 

“Well done indeed, and I win, my lord,” you tease, a finger pointing at his chest. “And you know the wager. Tonight, you dance.” His frown makes you chuckle. 

“I most certainly will not.”

You cross your arms. “That was the wager. You took it. I said that I saw them, and you asked me to prove it. I did. Or does Lord Laurefindil only keep his word when it suits?” For a long time, you’d taken to calling him by his Quenya name, knowing it gladdens him to hear it. “No, you promised. Imagine the look on their faces!”

The Elf shakes his head. “You’re being childish.”

Whatever else he may have uttered, it is lost with the way you barrel into him, and even Glorfindel loses his balance with the swiftness of your movements. The sand is warm beneath him, but it’s also in his mouth and ears. Your face hovers into view, framed by salty locks, eyes now twinkling mirthfully above him. “Rise and let me up, or you go unaccompanied to your dancing tonight.” He tries to sound demanding, but somehow, in the short years he’s known you, you’d come to see through most of his devices. 

A half-smile graces your lips, your arms propped on his shoulders. “Make me.” 

He could never stay upset with you for long, pretend or not. His hands slip along your thighs, up your hips, settling there. He closes his eyes at the warmth of your mouth, trailing along his chin, to his lips. His grip tightens on your hips.

And then he’s fast on his feet, even with you struggling and laughing in his arms.

“Put me down, you cannot! Put me down! Laurefindil! You will regret this!”

Still smiling he carries you, futile resistance and all, to the shore. Glorfindel advances into the lazy waves, painted gold and green in the sunset.  “No,” he takes your chin between his fingers. “You will.” And he drops you.

You gasp when cold water douses your sun-warmed skin, thrashing to be free of him. Anyone passing would stand perplexed at the sight of a famed Balrog slayer jestingly dunking the head of a young maiden beneath the sea while she grapples and tugs at his clothing like a writhing handmaiden of Uinen. Your laughter glitters along the shore, lost in the faraway winds.

[dcyllom]

okay this is mostly ao3 stuff because it's the only site i can stand navigating, and a lot of oc stuff because i like how it opens up the interpretations of characters and various worlds, sorry if you don't like these fandoms:

Poppy Jacobs and the Last Year of Innocence (HP, Charlie Weasley/OC).

We Stand Alone Together (BoB, male OC gen fic).

A Vow Without Honour (GOT, Jaime Lannister/OC, impeccable writing made me cry).

God Child Soldier (HotD, Jacaerys Velaryon/OC, she's his sworn knight).

Cruel Intentions (Ceryse Hightower isekai SI x Maegor Targaryen).

A Common Grief (Rhaenyra Targaryen isekai SI).

Mistress Healer (LOTR late second age, Glorfindel/OC).

Run the Gauntlet (BoB fem OC gen fic, incredible).

Missed Connections (DC, Batman/reader -- fantastic, she's a forensic medical examiner investigating unique mysterious deaths in Gotham it's great, part of a series as well).

Home With the Fairies (MGiME, Boromir/OC, realistic and very good, no mary sue).

The Spirit of the Corps (BoB, Floyd Talbert/OC, nurse character)

A New Mode of Living (BoB, Speirs/Lipton, one of the best things I've ever read).

Champion (HP, Viktor Krum/OC, she becomes Triwizard champion instead of Cedric, fantastic fully fleshed OC).

Here, Where Fire Grows (MGiME, amnesia and tenth walker, Boromir/OC, soooo good and complex slow burn relationship).

We'll Meet Again (BoB, Ronald Speirs/OC, first BoB fic I read and an all time favourite it's SO good).

Warbonds (BoB, fem OC gen fic, AMAZING!!).

Under the Banner (BoB, fem OCs, they're russian!! so detailed and you can tell so much love and research went into it).

Just Come Home (BoB, Ronald Speirs/OC, personal favourite and gut wrenching, i love it).

The Hematic (LOTR first age, Glorfindel/OC but not for the weak this is a pyschological and body horror work and is fantastic but disturbing).

also so many others but this is getting a bit long and I've realised I may read a few too many OC fics, oh well.

guys what are your favorite fics of all time. fandom/pairing up to you. i have GOT to experience something good.

[elithilanor]

🌹!

Send a flower, get a line:

“Have I truly offended you so much?” He asks as he leans against the doorframe in his battle leathers, arms crossed over his chest and smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

And that's a wrap! From the 27th to the 30h of December I have a set of Dead Dove fics and taboo relationship fics lined up for posting. Enjoy your holidays, and have a virtual hug from me if it's not turning out the way you hoped it would be. Cheers!

Minors DNI/🔞

Christmas fic requests:

12th December – Aegon the Conqueror x Fem. Reader: Gift giving/part 1

13th December – Aemon the Dragonknight x Fem. Reader: The first snowfall

14th December – Balerion (the deity) x Fem. Reader: Gift giving/part 2

15th December – Modern! Beleg x Fem. Reader: Christmas morning breakfast

16th December – Modern! Celebrimbor x Reader: Secret Santa

17th December – Elrond x Fem. Reader: Snowball fight

18th December – Modern! Eönwë x Modern! Tulkas: Mistletoe

19th December – Fëanor x Fem. Reader : Twas the night before Christmas

20th December – Modern! Fingon x Reader: Hot chocolate and marshmallows

21st December – Glorfindel x Ecthelion: Winter Solstice

22ndDecember – Modern! Mairon x Fem. Reader: Baking

23rd December – Modern! Thranduil x Reader: Snowman

Winter Prompts for the @ainursecretsanta side event, and inspired by these prompts created by @cilil

12th December – Candles and light: Varda x Uinen

13th December – Decorating: Tevildo x Thû

14th December – Gift giving: Makar x Meássë

15th December – Hope: Estë x Elrond | Elrond x Celebrian

16th December – Letters and cards: Eönwë x Arien

17th December – Memories: Medieval! Melkor x Medieval! Manwë

18th December – Mistletoe: Aulë x Yavanna

19th December – Regrets and resolutions: Maedhros x Tulkas

20th December – Reindeer and sleighs: Vána x Nessa

21st December – Songs and carols: Gothmog and the Balrogs

23rd December – Ugly sweaters: Modern! Námo x Modern! Vairë

Whimsy's Christmas pick-a-gift special

[themerriweathermage]

Beauty in Brokenness Series

SUMMARY: A modern-day girl dies in one world and wakes up surrounded by orcs in Middle Earth. One of Lord Elrond’s wandering guardians finds her and brings her to Rivendell. On the path of recovery, she makes friends with Rivendell’s sunshine elf, stirring jealousy in the hearts of others...

STATUS: ON HIATUS

PAIRING(S): Glorfindel X Human Fem! Reader

TAGS: Mentioned/Implied Death, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Chronic Sickness/Conditions, Jealousy, Depression and Anxiety, Injury, Blood, Coarse Language, and Religious Discord

WARNINGS: LABELLED BY CHAPTER

Read here on AO3!