#Glorfindel x Lindir

[justpostsyeet]

Legolas : I can't wait to meet Lady Mîr, I have heard that she's so beautiful, so patient-

*Lindir scream past him as Mîr chases him down with a fork for calling her tiny cat again*

Legolas : so wise in decision-making-

Mirkwood Elf Guard : That's Lady Mîr, right? She's so unco-

Legolas : Now, Now, Don't we want to keep our jobs?

Mirkwood Elf Guard :

Legolas : so gentle.......oh! I can't wait to OFFICIALLY meet her.

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Imagine getting Thranduil and Glorfindel to fuck your partner Lindir for his birthday because you know how much he wants to be filled and fucked but you can’t do that for him.

He rides Thranduil while Glorfindel takes him from behind, while you sit beside Thranduil and watch. He gets so sweaty and dazed and they both force him to thank you.

Thranduil: “This is your present from your love. Isn’t she so good to you? Thank her, Lindir!”

Lindir: “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

Glorfindel: “Tell her how good your present feels, little one!”

Lindir: “It feeeell soo goood!”

Thranduil: “You are such a little whore, darling. Just want to be filled by our cocks. Say it!”

Lindir: “I’m a whore! I just want to be filled and fucked! Please! I’m a little whore!”

Glorfindel: “when you cum I want you to look into her eyes. Such a beautiful woman who treats you so well.”

[nightmares-2]

Does this ship even have a ship name?

[sorcerousundries]

Lalala vs okokok with lotr and the hobbit

Your the lalala, they’re the okokok

Thorin, Fíli, Aragorn, thranduil, Elrond, Arwen, bilbo, gimli, Sam, Éomer, Glorfindel, Bard, Beorn, glóin, Tauriel, Faramir, Boromir, Haldir, Bifur, Dwalin, Balin, Dori, óin, Galadriel

They’re the lalala, your the okokok

Legolas, Frodo, merry, pippin, Éowyn, kíli, celeborn, also Arwen, Lindir, bombur, ori, nori, bofur, meludir

[earthlybeam]

Elves how would they react to their human s/o being so…human with their ‘odd quirks’ by elven standards

how would the elves react to this?

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Lindir, Erestor, Glrofindel Versions are below.

🎶 𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓻

Lindir would react to the human quirks

Friendship bracelets

♫ Lindir’s reaction would be a perfect mix of mortification, confusion, and begrudging affection. When you first present the “friendship bracelets,” his reserved nature compels him to smile politely, though he’s already slightly wary of your mischievous grin.

♫ “That’s very kind of you—” he begins, only to freeze the moment he hears the sharp click of the metal cuffs locking into place. His brows shoot up in alarm as he realizes you’ve essentially tethered the two of you together. His eyes dart to the cuffs, then back to you, his face flushing a delicate pink as he tries to process what just happened.

♫ “W-what is the meaning of this?” he stammers, pulling gently at the chain to test its strength. His voice is calm, but you can hear the flustered edge creeping in. “Surely… this is not customary for friendship bracelets?”Despite his strict adherence to decorum, Lindir can’t bring himself to scold you too harshly. Instead, he sighs deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You do realize this complicates my duties, don’t you? I can hardly assist Lord Elrond while…” He gestures helplessly at the cuffs.

♫ When you burst into laughter, clearly delighted by his flustered state, he softens despite himself. His lips twitch into a reluctant smile as he murmurs, “You’re impossible, meleth… But I suppose I’m doomed to endure your whims, aren’t I?” Though exasperated, his affection for you shines through as he quietly resolves to tolerate the situation—at least until you decide to release him.

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You Burning your tongue on food even though you just said, “This is too hot.”

♫ Lindir, ever the voice of caution and reason, had already warned you. “It’s too hot, meleth,” he said gently, watching you cradle the steaming bowl in your hands. He had even gone so far as to blow on his own spoonful of soup to demonstrate the proper patience. Yet, despite his warning, you boldly took a sip, only to immediately hiss in pain and drop the spoon back into the bowl.

♫ His head snapped up, his gray eyes wide with alarm, and then narrowed in exasperation as you fanned your mouth frantically. “I just told you it was too hot,” he sighed, setting his spoon down with a soft clink and reaching for a nearby goblet of water.

♫ “Why do you never listen to me?” he muttered under his breath, though there was no real venom in his tone. Approaching with a cloth and the water, he gently handed you the goblet, his slender fingers brushing yours. “Here. Sip slowly, or you’ll only make it worse.”

♫ Despite his outward composure, you could see the faint twitch at the corners of his mouth, a subtle indication of his amusement. Lindir was too proper to outright laugh, but there was no denying the faint sparkle in his eyes as he watched you wince and wave your hands around dramatically.

♫ “You’re impossible,” he murmured, shaking his head as he returned to his seat. But as he picked up his harp to softly pluck a soothing melody, you could tell he wasn’t truly annoyed—just endlessly, fondly exasperated.

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You Laughing so hard you start hiccupping or snorting as if some sort of animal (pig) or dying animal).

♫ Lindir’s initial reaction to your outburst of laughter is one of startled confusion. You had been recounting something amusing, and at first, he simply smiled in polite amusement, his slender fingers resting on the edge of the table. But when your laughter escalated into an uncontrollable fit of snorts and hiccups, sounding eerily like a distressed animal, his calm demeanor wavered.

♫ His deep brown amber eyes widened, and his harp—previously perched gracefully on his lap—tilted precariously as he froze mid-strum. “Are you… are you quite alright?” he asked, his voice tinged with genuine concern but also a hint of disbelief as the sounds continued to escape you.

♫ When you doubled over, clutching your sides, tears streaming down your face as the noises grew even more ridiculous, Lindir’s brows knit together in sheer bewilderment. He looked around, as though someone else might appear to offer an explanation for this bizarre turn of events.

♫ “Truly, meleth, should I fetch a healer?” he asked, half-rising from his chair, though the faint quirk of his lips betrayed that he was holding back a smile. He tried to maintain his composure, brushing his brown hair back with a practiced gesture, but the absurdity of the moment chipped away at his control.

♫ As your hiccups and snorts reached their peak, Lindir finally let out a soft chuckle, covering his mouth with one hand in a futile attempt to stifle it. “I— I cannot believe such sounds are coming from you,” he admitted, his cheeks tinged pink with poorly suppressed laughter.

♫ When you hiccupped again, letting out a particularly loud snort, his laughter slipped free entirely. It was quiet and melodic, the kind of laugh that only those closest to him ever heard. “You’re utterly ridiculous,” he murmured fondly, shaking his head as he reached for a goblet of water to offer you. “And yet, somehow, I find I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

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You Forgetting why you walked into a room.

♫ Lindir stood in the middle of the room, his hands clasped neatly behind his back, watching you curiously as you stepped in with an air of purpose. At first, he waited in silence, certain you were about to request something or share an important thought. But instead of speaking, you paused mid-step, your expression twisting into one of utter confusion. “Is something the matter?” he asked, his voice calm but laced with curiosity.

♫ You frowned, glancing around the room as though the walls themselves might remind you why you had come. “I… I don’t remember,” you admitted, rubbing your forehead. “I know I came in here for something, but—”

♫ lindir blinked, a subtle crease forming between his brows. “You don’t remember?” he repeated, his tone hovering between disbelief and faint amusement. He crossed his arms and tilted his head slightly, silver hair shimmering as it caught the light. “And yet you stormed in here with such determination.”

♫ You sighed, clearly frustrated, pacing back and forth as you tried to jog your memory. Lindir observed you in silence for a moment, his lips twitching with the faintest hint of a smile. “Perhaps retracing your steps might help?” he offered, gesturing toward the door with a graceful hand.

♫ When you groaned in defeat and muttered something about your own forgetfulness, Lindir let out a soft, musical chuckle. “You truly are a puzzle sometimes, meleth,” he said, his deep brown amber eyes glinting with gentle amusement. “Should I start taking notes whenever you leave a room, so we might avoid this predicament in the future?”

♫ Though his words were teasing, there was no malice in them. Instead, he stepped forward, his movements elegant and unhurried, and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Take your time,” he murmured. “It will come back to you. Until then, I’m here if you need anything.” The soft warmth of his voice was enough to ease your frustration, and as you looked at him, his serene expression made you forget why you were flustered in the first place.

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You Flipping the pillow to the “cool side” before settling in.

♫ Lindir watched from the doorway as you shifted restlessly in your bed, sighing softly every time you adjusted your pillow. His sharp elven senses noted the faint huff of frustration you let out before flipping your pillow over with a determined gesture. Settling in briefly, you moved again moments later, clearly unsatisfied.

♫ “Is everything all right?” Lindir asked gently, stepping into the room, his voice as soft as the breeze rustling through Rivendell’s trees. He tilted his head, his silver hair falling over one shoulder as he regarded you with quiet concern.

♫ You turned to him, sheepishly clutching the edge of your pillow. “It’s too warm,” you admitted, flipping the pillow once more. “I’m trying to find the cool side.” Lindir’s lips quirked in a subtle, knowing smile. “Ah, the elusive cool side,” he remarked, his tone laced with a trace of dry humor. “A noble quest indeed.” He walked closer, his movements graceful and fluid, and without hesitation, took the pillow from your hands.

♫ Before you could protest, Lindir held the pillow delicately and gave it a light shake, as though redistributing the heat and fluff with the expertise of someone who excelled at perfection in even the smallest of tasks. “Here,” he said, placing it back down with care. “That should suffice… for now.”

♫ When you settled your head back on it, sighing in satisfaction as the coolness touched your skin, Lindir allowed himself a rare, soft chuckle. “I did not think pillow maintenance would fall under my duties, but I am glad to assist,” he teased lightly, his deep brown amber eyes warm.

♫ As he turned to leave, he paused at the door. “If it grows warm again, simply call for me. Though I fear even my skills may not rival the ever-warming pillow,” he said with a small bow, his tone both playful and affectionate.

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📚𝓔𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻

Erestor, would react to the human quirks

Friendship bracelets

✎ Erestor would freeze mid-sentence, his expression shifting from mild surprise to utter disbelief as the cold metal of the cuffs snapped around his wrist. He’d glance down at the offending handcuffs, then at you, his dark brows furrowing in what could only be described as a mix of indignation and exasperation. His voice, calm but laced with cutting sarcasm, would finally break the silence “I see. So this is what constitutes a ‘friendship bracelet’ in your mind. How charmingly… barbaric.”

✎ He’d tug at the chain experimentally, his sharp gaze narrowing as he tested its strength. With a long sigh, he’d look you dead in the eye. “I assume you have a key—please tell me this little display of ingenuity is not permanent. Or, Valar forbid, that you lost it.”

✎ As you sheepishly laugh or shrug, he’d pinch the bridge of his nose and mutter something in Sindarin that you’re sure was not flattering. Leading you to the nearest smith or locksmith, he’d continue with his acerbic commentary “In all my centuries, I have never been shackled to someone over their idea of… camaraderie. Truly, you innovate the absurd.” But later, when no one was around, he might smirk—just a little.

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You Burning their tongue on food even though they just said, “This is too hot.”

✎ Erestor would pause mid-meal, fork in hand, watching you with the kind of incredulity reserved for someone who had just ignored the most obvious piece of advice ever given. His dark eyes would narrow as he observed you yelp and fan your mouth, clearly regretting your decision. Slowly, deliberately, he would set down his fork, fold his hands in front of him, and speak in a voice dripping with dry sarcasm.

✎ “Ah, yes. Truly an act of unparalleled wisdom. I believe I just warned you it was too hot, but clearly, the idea of restraint was far too mundane for you to entertain.” As you struggle to soothe your burning tongue, he’d continue, tone even but with a faintly amused glint in his eye “Tell me, does this serve as a lesson? Or shall I expect a repeat performance with the next scalding dish you encounter? Perhaps you find the sensation thrilling?”

✎ He’d let the moment hang in the air for a beat before sighing and begrudgingly reaching for a nearby carafe of cool water. Passing it to you with a slight roll of his eyes, he’d mutter under his breath “One wonders how you’ve survived this long.”

✎ Later, he’d likely tease you about it, slipping in a pointed remark at the next meal “Do let me know if you require further warnings about basic temperature regulations.” Yet, despite his sardonic tone, there would be a faint trace of affection in the way he noticed and tended to you.

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You Laughing so hard you start hiccupping or snorting as if some sort of animal (pig) or dying animal).

✎ Erestor would freeze the moment the first snort escaped your lips, his quill hovering above a document as his sharp, calculating mind tried to process the utterly undignified sound emanating from you. His head would tilt slightly, his dark brows lifting in a mixture of disbelief and mild horror as your laughter escalated into a symphony of hiccups and animal-like snorts.

✎ For a moment, he’d simply observe you, his expression unreadable except for the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth, which might have been the ghost of a smirk—or a grimace. Finally, when the cacophony showed no sign of subsiding, he’d clear his throat pointedly, his voice low and dry “I was unaware we had invited a wild boar into the library. Should I summon someone to escort it back to the woods?”

✎ If your laughter continued despite his remark, he’d lean back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose as though physically pained by your antics. With a long-suffering sigh, he’d add, “Do try to compose yourself. The acoustics in here are far too good for… whatever it is you’re attempting to imitate.”

✎ And yet, if you looked closely, you might catch a flicker of amusement in his eyes, a subtle glimmer betraying that, for all his grumbling, he found your uncontrollable mirth oddly endearing—though he’d rather endure orcish poetry than admit it. Later, when the hiccupping had finally ceased, he’d offer a cup of water, his tone softer but no less sardonic “Here. Perhaps this will calm the… whatever affliction has overtaken you. Though I fear the damage to my ears may be permanent.”

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You Forgetting why you walked into a room.

✎ Erestor would glance up from whatever meticulous task he was engaged in as you entered the room with purpose—only to immediately pause, looking around with a vaguely bewildered expression. He’d observe you in silence for a moment, his sharp gaze narrowing as you stood there, seemingly lost in thought.

✎ Finally, with a soft sigh that carried the weight of centuries of patience being tested, he’d set aside his quill or book and ask in his ever-dry tone “I assume there’s a reason for your abrupt entrance. Or have you taken up the fascinating pastime of aimless wandering?”

✎ When you sheepishly admit that you’ve completely forgotten why you came in, Erestor would lean back slightly, folding his arms as his lips pressed into a thin line. His expression would be the very picture of someone questioning how he ended up surrounded by such creatures. After a beat of silence, he’d deliver his verdict with biting precision “Ah, of course. A grand entrance with no follow-through—how very… fitting. Perhaps you intended to bring me some urgent news, but alas, the thought appears to have fled faster than a startled deer.”

✎ If you attempted to jog your memory by awkwardly looking around the room, he’d arch an elegant brow and add, “By all means, take your time. I’m certain the reason will eventually reveal itself, assuming it wasn’t as trivial as, say, needing a quill or borrowing parchment.”

✎ But despite his sardonic commentary, if he cared for you, there’d be a faint glimmer of amusement in his tone, almost as if he found your forgetfulness endearing in its absurdity. When you finally give up and leave, he might shake his head with the faintest hint of a smirk and murmur under his breath “It’s a wonder they manage to find their way home at all.”

✎ Later, he’d likely mention the incident again with dry humor, slipping it into conversation with a knowing look “Next time, perhaps you should carry a notebook. It seems your thoughts have a habit of eluding you.”

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You Flipping the pillow to the “cool side” before settling in.

✎ Erestor would glance over with a slight arch of his brow as you perform the seemingly mundane yet oddly meticulous task of flipping your pillow to the “cool side” before settling in. He would observe for a moment, his expression betraying little emotion, though his mind might be processing a brief moment of what now?

✎ After a beat of silence, he’d sigh—so quietly that it was more a subtle exhalation than a true sound—and mutter under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear “Is this truly necessary? You do realize that flipping the pillow has no bearing on the quality of your rest, correct?”

✎ He would then watch you settle, arms crossed, his sharp gaze never quite leaving you. His mind, always calculating, might briefly wonder how such trivial habits formed, though his face remains impassive. After another beat, as you get comfortable, he’d allow the silence to stretch before dryly adding “I suppose, in the grand scheme of things, it’s a rather innocuous ritual, though hardly a solution to any deeper unrest.”

✎ Erestor, the master of routine, could appreciate the appeal of order and comfort, but the futility of such small actions—especially if repeated—was more than a little irksome to his logical sensibilities. Yet, despite his dry commentary, there was a strange comfort in the quiet ritual. He’d never say it aloud, of course, but he’d rather be surrounded by your little eccentricities than by any disorder.

✎ If you commented on the oddness of his reaction, he’d huff softly, offering you a fleeting look that might almost pass for a smirk “You must understand, when one spends centuries organizing libraries, one grows particularly fond of efficiency. Resting is a simple task, unworthy of such ceremony.”

✎ But, as always with Erestor, his annoyance would be fleeting. He’d likely be lost in his thoughts again, soon forgotten—but if you were close enough to catch the rare warmth in his voice, you might realize there was a slight, unspoken fondness for your quiet, odd habits.

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☀️𝓖𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓵

Glorfindel, would react to the human quirks

Friendship bracelets

𖤓 Glorfindel’s brow raises in surprise as you hand him the friendship bracelet, his golden eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Oh, that’s very nice of you,” he says with a soft, warm smile, clearly touched by the gesture. As you slide the metal cuffs onto your wrists, his expression shifts. He looks at them, blinking a few times in disbelief, then chuckles.

𖤓 “Ah, I see,” he says, his voice filled with amusement. He tests the cuffs gently, the metal cool and firm against his skin. “So, we’re truly bound together now, are we?” There’s a hint of mischief in his tone, though his eyes hold only fondness. He stands still for a moment, considering the new situation, but soon his easy laugh fills the air. “Well, I suppose we won’t be going anywhere far, will we?” He meets your gaze, an affectionate grin curling his lips.

𖤓 He shrugs, unfazed by the sudden closeness, his chest swelling with a comforting sense of companionship. “I could think of worse fates,” he says, his voice playful yet sincere. “Though next time, I might prefer something a bit… lighter. But I’ll make do.” He gives you a soft, reassuring pat on the back. His presence is warm and steady, a symbol of quiet strength and enduring affection, and the moment feels as if time itself is suspended.

𖤓 With his arms casually crossed, Glorfindel looks at you, a touch of laughter in his eyes. “Perhaps this is a new form of… Elven bonding,” he teases, his tone light and full of care.

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You Burning their tongue on food even though you just said, “This is too hot.”

𖤓 Glorfindel watches as you eagerly take a bite of the food, despite your warning about its heat. His eyes flicker with a mix of amusement and concern when he hears the startled exclamation as you burn your tongue. “Ah, I warned you,” he says gently, his voice laced with both sympathy and a touch of teasing. His gaze softens as you try to endure the discomfort.

𖤓 He leans forward slightly, his golden hair shimmering as he assesses you, ever the protector. “You are a brave one, but you don’t have to suffer for your curiosity,” he adds, his hand instinctively reaching for the pitcher of cool water nearby, offering it to you with a warm smile. “Here, this should help.” He watches carefully, ensuring you’re okay, his concern clear despite the smile that lingers on his lips.

𖤓 After you take a sip, Glorfindel chuckles softly, shaking his head in that endearing way of his. “You humans are so adventurous,” he muses, a playful twinkle in his eyes. “But perhaps next time, you’ll heed my warning about hot food.” He leans back, still amused, but his tone softens as he adds, “I never can resist your bold spirit, though. It’s one of the things I admire about you.”

𖤓 He gives you a gentle, affectionate look, as though saying, “You’re worth every bit of worry,” and waits for you to recover, ready to offer further comfort. Despite the small mishap, Glorfindel’s concern and warmth shine through, ever eager to make sure you’re okay.

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You Laughing so hard you start hiccupping or snorting as if some sort of animal (pig) or dying animal).

𖤓 Glorfindel watches with a mixture of curiosity and delight as you laugh so hard that you begin hiccupping uncontrollably, followed by a snort that sounds more like a pig than a person. His eyes widen in surprise at first, but then, a broad grin spreads across his face. There’s something undeniably charming about the unrestrained joy you radiate, and his heart swells with affection.

𖤓 For a moment, he pauses, blinking in amusement as the hiccups seem to take on a life of their own, each burst making you snort even more. He can’t help himself. A soft, rich laugh escapes him, one that fills the air with warmth. “By the Valar,” he chuckles, his voice warm and affectionate, “I have never seen anyone laugh so… enthusiastically.”

𖤓 He steps closer, his expression filled with amusement and a hint of fondness. He gently places a hand on your back, as if to steady you, though the humor in his eyes never fades. “I must admit,” he teases, “I’ve seen many things in my long life, but I think you’ve just set a new standard for how laughter can sound.”

𖤓 As your snorts continue, he shakes his head, unable to suppress his laughter. “There is no doubt in my mind,” he says with a playful glint in his golden eyes, “that you’ve just become my favorite source of joy. You certainly know how to bring light to even the most mundane moments.”

𖤓 He lets the laughter flow freely, his own deep, infectious chuckle joining yours, enjoying how your happiness is so effortlessly contagious. Glorfindel’s demeanor is warm and relaxed, a rare and genuine expression of pure enjoyment. “Don’t ever change,” he adds with a wink, as you struggle to control yourself. His presence is gentle, always supportive, embracing you fully in the moment of laughter.

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You Forgetting why they walked into a room.

𖤓 Glorfindel watches with a mixture of gentle amusement and concern as you walk into the room, only to stand still, a puzzled look crossing your face. His golden eyes brighten with recognition as you pause, clearly having forgotten your purpose for entering. He tilts his head slightly, a soft chuckle escaping him as he watches you try to recall why you’ve come.

𖤓 “Ah, it seems even the wisest of us can lose their way now and then,” he says with a kind, teasing smile, his voice filled with warmth and understanding. His eyes flicker with that familiar affection he always carries for you, a mix of fondness and lightheartedness. He steps closer, his movements smooth and graceful, his presence offering a sense of calm.

𖤓 “You were searching for something, were you not?” Glorfindel asks, his tone playful but patient. He might even give you a little nudge, not to hurry you, but to reassure you that it’s perfectly fine to forget things sometimes. “Or perhaps it’s simply the weight of the world on your mind?” He chuckles softly at his own joke, clearly trying to make light of the situation.

𖤓 Glorfindel’s gaze softens as he steps further into your personal space, as if offering you silent comfort. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I have, on occasion, walked into a room with every intention of doing something, only to forget in an instant. We all have our moments.”

𖤓 He stands there for a moment, a steady, comforting presence, letting the silence linger while you recollect your thoughts. His golden locks shimmer in the light as he patiently waits, not rushing you. After a moment, when you finally remember your purpose or laugh it off, he offers a warm, sympathetic smile, always quick to share in your humor.

𖤓 “See? Nothing to worry about,” Glorfindel says with a wink. “And, if you ever need help, you know where to find me.” There’s an undeniable tenderness in his voice as he places a hand lightly on your shoulder, offering his full support. The small, forgetful moments are just another way for him to show his unwavering care for you.

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You Flipping the pillow to the “cool side” before settling in.

𖤓 Glorfindel watches you with a quiet smile, his golden eyes gleaming as you flip the pillow to the “cool side” before settling into bed. He finds this small act strangely endearing, something so simple yet so deeply human. The moment brings a soft chuckle to his lips, a sound full of warmth and fondness.

𖤓 “You know,” he says with a teasing grin, his voice smooth and deep, “there is something rather charming about your little rituals. I’ve never seen anyone so particular about their pillows before.” He steps closer, his graceful movements echoing the elegance of an ancient, noble being, but there’s a lightness in his demeanor as he observes your actions. His gaze softens, reflecting a fondness that goes far beyond mere amusement.

𖤓 Glorfindel gently leans against the doorway, arms crossed, his posture relaxed but attentive. “I must admit, this is a habit I’ve never quite understood,” he continues with a playful smile, “but I’m sure it’s a comfort to you.” His voice has a playful edge, though it’s clear he doesn’t find your need for a cool pillow strange. Rather, he finds it uniquely endearing, a small piece of you that he’s come to cherish.

𖤓 After a brief pause, he watches you finally settle into bed, a content expression on your face. “It’s these little things that make you so… human,” he adds, his tone full of admiration. “So wonderfully human.” He grins as he continues, his voice softening. “The cool side of the pillow, the perfect temperature to rest your head… It’s an art I might never fully appreciate, but I will always understand.”

𖤓 With that, he steps closer, a slight gleam of mischief in his eyes. “If it helps, I could try this ‘cool side’ trick,” he teases, as if pondering whether such a thing would work for an elf. His voice softens once more, his expression turning sincere. “But I’ll leave it to you, as it’s your comfort I care about most.”

𖤓 As you settle in, Glorfindel watches you with a smile, content in the simple peace of the moment. His presence is a warm, steadying comfort beside you, a quiet reminder that, while he may not fully understand your human quirks, he will always embrace them with a heart full of affection.

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ ꕤ ၄၃ ꕤ ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

[themerriweathermage]

Modern AU Headcanons: Elves Reacting to You Being Hospitalized

A/N: I went through a life-threatening illness and had to have major surgery and I'm not really sure how I'm supposed to process that, so here I have a modern AU with the elves reacting to their s/o being hospitalized

Elrond

The half-human part of him is very worried and he drops everything when he hears you’ve been hospitalized

Not always able to make heads or tails of modern medicine but understands the severity of the situation

He’s ready to be on your beck and whim the moment you’re stable, and borderline refuses to leave your side

Very mother-hennish

Glorfindel

Bold of you to assume that Glorfindel isn’t glued to your side before anything ever goes wrong

There to hold your hand at all times, to the point that staff have to ask him to leave

Will not leave the hospital until you’re released, and won’t leave your side until he’s confident you are better

Giant glow teddy bear to cuddle with

Lindir

He’s panicked at first receiving the news that you’ve been hospitalized but quickly composes himself so that he can be there for you

Pre-packs a bag of the things he thinks you might need or want to take with him to visit you

Encourages you during recovery, but also listens to you vent

Offers to sing or play his harp to put your mind at ease

Haldir

The severity of the situation isn’t lost on him with his military background, but that’s as far as it goes

Modern medicine is more difficult for him to make sense of, but he’s more interested in knowing what’s wrong so that he can be detailed in his care of you during your recovery

Understands the importance of having things that are familiar to you during your recovery

There for you but also there to field questions from friends and family about your well-being

[vintagerivendel]

VINTAGERIVENDEL MASTERLIST

Adar, Gil-galad, Glorfindel, Haldir, Vorohil, Lindir.. below the cut.

ADAR

Stories

Of starlight and madnes

Chapter one

A reunion ( to be posted

One shots

TBD

Gil-Galad

Stories

Beating heart

Chapter one ( to be posted )

Oneshots

Vorohil

Stories

None listed yet

Oneshots

A light in the dark ( to be posted )

Thranduil

Stories

Protected secret

Chapter one tbd

Oneshots

TBD

Glorfindel

Stories

Oneshots

Haldir

Stories

Oneshots

Lindir

Stories

Oneshots

[elfy-elf-imagines]

▹ Masterlist .ೃ࿐

☾ Prompt List | Askbox ☽

Legolas:

- Elven Instinct - Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind - Epiphany - Courting a Human (Headcanons) - Fear of the Future - Adventurer from Earth (Headcanons) - First Kiss 

Maedhros: 

- Out of the Woods - Don’t Leave Me - Don’t Care If You Leave - Stop Pretending - Jealous - Light in the Dark - Jealous Headcanons

Finrod:

- I’m pregnant - You Come and Wake Me Up at 4am, To Cuddle - Finrod x Pregnant!reader (Headcanons) - Used to Be Mine | Part 2  - Choose Me

Thranduil: 

- Tolerate It - To Meet Under the Stars - In the Fields of Poppy - Same Spirit, Different Body - Too Late - Begin Again

Meludir:

- Don’t Cry - Small Surprises  - You Wake Me Up to Cuddle

Elladan:

- Champagne Problems | Part 2

 Glorfindel: 

- Lovely to be Rained on with You - Is that my Shirt? (Drabble) - Not so Hopeless (Drabble) - You’re Mine and I Don’t Share (Drabble) - To Lose is to Die

Haldir:

 - Please Don’t Cry. I Can’t Stand to See You Cry (Drabble) - Stop Biting that Fucking Lip (Drabble) - Meeting Haldir (Headcanons) - Rewrite the Stars 

Lindir: 

- Being in Love (Headcanons) - The Fickleness of Mortals - Return to Me | Part 2

Orophin:

- General Headcanons - Bite Me - Cruel Summer 

Erestor: 

- High Fever

[doodle-pops]

Can I ask for the elves' reaction to an S/O poking their cheek because they are bored? Thanks!

Bites your finger every time you attempt to poke them.

Feanor, CELEGORM, FINGON, Argon, Finrod, Angrod, GLORFINDEL, EGALMOTH, ELLADAN, BELEG, Gil Galad

Poke you right back and engages in playfighting. Takes the match seriously.

CELEGORM, AMROD, AMRAS, FINGON, ARGON, Finrod, Aegnor, GLORFINDEL, Egalmoth, ELLADAN

Turns to stare at you questioningly before shaking their head once they realise you're just bored.

MAEDHROS, Caranthir, Fingolfin, TURGON, ECTHELION, Maeglin, Thingol, ERESTOR, ELROND

Asks you what's wrong while taking your hand in theirs and prying it away from their face.

CELEBRIMBOR, FINARFIN, Galdor, ROG, Elrohir, LINDIR

[fantasyworld4ever]

I would like to uno reverse and ask how the elves (yep, all the LOTR/hobbit elves you write for) would react to their s/o keeping them warm, whether it be with a blanket, an extra cloak, or even magically radiating warmth.

LOTR/THE HOBBIT ELVES REACTING TO THEIR S/O WHO GIVE THEM THEIR COAT/BLANKET WHEN ITS COLD.

Elrond

Istg this poor guy will survive the cold for you

You don’t realize it’s cold but when you look over at Elrond he’s quite literally shivering from cold

You quickly deduce that the poor ellon has stayed out simply because you were

You chuckle fondly, finding it sweet as you drape a coat/blanket over him and he blinks at you in surprise

He tries to protest but you glare at him and he shuts up

Thranduil

No, just no. 

This man will refuse to take your coat

Anyway, he wouldn't even be out in the cold

If he finds it cold, there is no way he’s letting you go out

Legolas

Dude does not get cold

Have you seen him running through those snowy places?

Yeah, he's too jumpy to be cold

He will politely reject your coat if you ask though

Lindir

This poor sweet innocent baby 😭

He won’t wait for you to offer it, he’s gonna just grab it then apologize as he wraps himself in it

Literally freezing

He’ll be okay, he snuggles against you for extra warmth

Haldir

Dude patrols borders, he’s used to it

May actually fall asleep standing up in the cold

You just wrap the blanket around him and he’ll stir slightly

Poor bby, he’s so tired

He’ll hold you tight, swaddling you in the blanket too

Glorfindel

He will snatch your blanket quicker than you can say his name

He’ll apologize but he aint sorry at all

He is COLD.

Let him have the damn blanket xD

Feren

Sweet bby

He won’t say anything even if the air is a bit chilly

He’ll do his best to hide it but you soon realize just how cold he is

“Thank you, meleth.” He’ll smile at you as you drape the blanket over his shoulders but insists you both share it

Figwit

“My lady/lord, it’s cold” He’ll comment on the chilliness of the air as you stroll through the garden

No matter how many times you tell him to call you your name he will insist on using your title in public

When you give him your coat he looks surprised and tries to protest but soon gives in, wrapping it around himself

“Thank you, meleth…” He’ll whisper, his ears red

{Thanks for the request and hope it lives up to your expectations! Apologies for the wait. And as always, my inbox is open!}

[noirbriar]

Glorestor: 5 Times They Denied (Final)

+ 1 time They Did Not.

From the POVs of the various folks around the 2 elves who are convinced they are courting, or betrothed, even though they were told otherwise.

OOC as always is all on me and canon is super hazy now but ahhh I tried

The final part! Thank you esp @mae-it-be-an-evening-dhros @tamilhobbit @the-dreaming-plastic-dinosaur for following this indulgent writing of mine as part of me coping with things and being so kind to my first experiment writing based on Tolkien's works!

Sometimes, its the kindest ones who break the most.

---

6] Elrond Earendilion

Elrond is tired.

Here he sits on Celebrian's favourite bench in their balcony, watching the blazing crimson sun setting over the cliffs of his beloved Imladris. The light flooding the valley with endless red. Like fire, burning the skies, dripping into the water flowing endlessly, the life blood of all in this realm.A swallow chirps and lands on his shoulder, weightlessly and with ease.

Vilya pulses with every breath and each pulse of his fea as Elrond feels the fine well of power entangling around him. The Lord have been feeling the weariness of the ages sinking deep and clinging heavy on his bones.

The dull weight of it all drags on, settling on his spirit, plunging into depths unknown, rolling down and down, pulling into a deep, dark ocean beyond even Ulmo's reach.

Deeper.

And deeper.

And deep-

"-rond? Elrond!"

Elrond gets startled out of his darkening thoughts as the little swallow flutters off and faces the one face that he had always known.

One he and his brother have come to known as warmth and safety since they were but tiny elflings. Against the burning sky, Erestor stands before him, bent low with a gentle hand over his own, the one that bears the weight of power. The older ellon's cold hands cooling unlike the overbearing heat of his own skin. His slate green eyes dark, filled with a wide array of emotions unspoken, swirling in those orbs.

Right now, his Chief Councillor has forgone his usual heavy black robes, except for his elegant brocade robe of office over a tunic and leggings. The gold earcuff and feanorian earring shinning brightly.His twin blades strapped by his side and a crimson red scarf. No longer a mere advisor, Erestor and a select few of his staff have taken up the duty as the last means of defense of the Valley with the absence of Glorfindel and their troops.

Yet to Elrond, before him is not his Councillor and advisor, but one he and his brother have long recognised as another peredhel and claimed as kin of their own.

"Tor."

Elrond shifts and tugs Erestor down to sit beside him, the Lord of Imladris easing away the persona he carries.In his own private quarters, he cares not. The quiet guardian lets him, allowing Elrond to lean his head on his shoulder, his cold hand holding his own.The rare instance where Elrond feels the suppressed fea of the elder, the cold light bringing him familiar comfort. There was always something about the elder's fea he could never explain and he never knew why Erestor did so. Elrond never asked.

"You should not push yourself, Elrond." Erestor whispers.

"This land and many depend on me. As well as those further west. The darkness grows and without the strength of the land, it will be hard on our forces."

"Glorfindel and our warriors are more than capable of defending our borders against the wretched claws of evil and their ilk."Erestor admonishes gently, rubbing mindless circles on the peredhel's hand."You must rest, it will do us no good should you wear yourself thus. Arwen worries too."

"My precious daughter...always so sensitive and thoughtful. Even if I loathe to part from her, she has grown and found her own path. My sons, even if they have not made their choice to sail, they are finding their own place in this world. I cannot help but wonder...where does this leave me?"Elrond whispers his heartache in melancholy, closing his eyes and tries to ease the tension in him.

He is so, so tired. Like a thin piece of string, tattered and worn as time went on.

How he wished he could return to those innocent days! Safe and warm.There were days where he yearned for vague memories of the arms of nana, the hazy and distant gentleness of his adar's hand. Oh! How he longed for Celebrian's infectious joy and light. The ever smiling Celebrimbor's optimism. The ever practical Erenion and his laughter. In all that he had lost, he misses them the most. Dearest Elros by his side as they played with their strong Atto, with Atya singing enthralling songs and wonderous lullabies into the wild breeze.

His heart is so greedy and wants for them all. Fragments of light out of his grasp. Little fragments is all he craves.

"To be honest, when all is over, I had no desire to sail."

Erestor's words throws Elrond out of his maudlin thoughts like a broken glass, bringing everything to a standstill. The air freezes as Elrond's heart sinks, the younger elf turns harshly around as he hears the feanorian's proclamation.

"What?"

"I have long thought I shall fade here. On this very land where my Atar and my Amil have held me and my siblings in their embrace. " Erestor stares at the crimson dusk, "Where it all began, is where I will find my end. The only home I had. Where all my memories are, and have possessed all that I have ever known."

The string breaks.

"You can't!"

Elrond snarls, grabbing Erestor's arms, clinging almost like a desperate man reaching for a distant shore. The son of Earendil and Elwing feels that the abyss have finally caught him in its cold maw, the endless waves of loneliness and loss, regrets and sorrow that he have kept away for so long, now unchained in its fury. He had long known many of the old feanorians and the noldor have thought to remain in Middle Earth, with Imladris as their final Home. However, to hear those words from his longest friend, protector and kin-

The power beneath this land moans painfully with her master's sorrow, clinging to Elrond like a child seeking solace.

"Everyone I have known and love are lost and gone. Forsaken and abandoned! I cannot! I cannot lose you as well, Tor!"

Elrond gives in as he finally wails, wretched and tormented, ages of heartache and desires bursting forth. The remaining one finally starts to crumble under the weight he has borne.

Dear Erestor who watched over him and Elros, and sheltered them after Maedhros and Maglor were gone. The one they have taken as their older sibling. Who had held them in the cold, somber nights in Lindon, with battered bloodied hands and lustrous raven locks shorn from his head. Who mourned with him the death of their beloved Elros, and the fall of his legacy. The one built with him this haven and held his own children with the same gentle hands filled with scars. The one who kept him and his children going as Celebrain's ship sailed.

Elrond has had enough.

"I don't want to lose anyone anymore. Please, Tor. You are all I have left..." was all Elrond could plead with what selfishness he could find in him.

He is a healer, he has seen broken hurts and deep wounds buried in the soul, mending each unspoken pain little by little with what strength he carries.

But who would bear and heal the pain of the healer then?

"Oh, Elrond..."

The old feanorian caresses his face in tender hold, wiping away the tears he have not realised were there from his redden cheeks. Bathed in ephemeral crimson light, the two companions through the ages holds the other quietly.

"Do not weep." Erestor whispers into his ear as he embraces the younger peredhel in sorrow.

"I will not lie, that was my thought for the longest time, to remain in the land where my amil and my siblings have laid to rest before passing into the Halls. I am tired, truth be told. Yet with all that has happened recently... watching you, the young ones, even Bilbo and the Dwarrow and Edain, and all who have came to this haven we have forged...I find myself wondering, if I could find that courage that you all have shown to walk a different path?"

Erestor then turns back towards Arien, watching the crimson setting sun. While Elrond stares up wonder at this Erestor who is still that calm and mighty guardian, yet different all the same. Within his eyes, they seem to hold a different light. A light that he feels in their shared bond of kinship in their fea, a burning ember chasing away the creeping darkness that have grown far and deep away inside.

And Elrond feels.

Things then swiftly happen in immediate succession, like something in the distance shattered and mended. A change in the air as that unseen miasma of dread it lifts as the birds cry. Vilya shudders, the elven ring trembling in resonance, before finally dimming itself into almost nothingness.

The horn of the Valley resounds.

An age ends. Another shall soon begin.

---

The residents of Imladris awaits at the square for the troops returning, bearing the wounded and the lost, but triumphant still with news of the destruction of Sauron and his Ring. Elrond bears his mantle once more with his circlet and heavy robes embroidered with patterns of gliding stars, hollow still but no longer in deep woe.

Vilya remains silent.

Their Lord descends to welcome their armies and the Edain back Home. Arwen remains close by his side, dressed in silver and silk. His daughter, ever empathic and sensitive. Her quiet presence a balm after that release of emotions welled up and sealed in him through the ages, bringing about much relief to his weary heart.

Bilbo Baggins, even with his body growing old and frail now that the final connection as Ringbearer is lost, hobbles slowly beside him in careful steps. The Hobbit probably hopeful for some news of his nephew and the fellowship.

A long welcoming horn sounds and there beyond the bridge, they see Glorfindel, glowing with the light of Aman, leading their victorious warriors and the last of their wounded home. Elrond's heart gladden to see them safe once more. As the Lord of Imladris, Elrond breathes in deeply the refreshing clean air, ready to give a speech to welcome them all home-

Right before he could get a word out, a blur of a shadow darts out, his Chief Councillor leaps elegantly past the many steps and simply crashes straight into his Captain dismounting Asfaloth. His favourite crimson scarf falling and lays forgotten in his wake.

The Golden Lord would have fallen over by the sudden unexpected impact from being pounced upon him if not for his unnatural strength. The Balrog-slayer dropping his helm and swiftly catching the dark haired elf with a hand on his back and another placed almost naturally on his assailant's bottom with no hesitation. The startled warrior's surprised noise also does not hinder Erestor in the slightest as he wraps his arms around the taller ellon and greets him.

Head on with a hard kiss.

Elrond nearly chokes.

The world seems to stop in that instant. Not a soul breathes. Not even as the caravan and wagons of the wounded behind holler at what was on with the hold up from behind. Asfaloth simply snorts in disbelief with a shake of his great head only a horse can, and wisely chooses to trot further away.

Everyone else remains still. Not even willing to move a muscle as the couple parted after a long heated kiss before a stunned audience, heaving with adrenaline and foreheads touching close.Unbothered and unconcerned.The silence is deafening, before someone finally speaks.

"Marry me, Laure." Erestor whispers, breathless.

Glorfindel gasps. His eyes bright with emotions, wild and free. The Hero of Gondolin could only gaze at his partner wordlessly filled with a fierce passion and endearing love.

"Eres? You are certain? You know we do not have to. I care not for oaths or promises or ceremonies, but only you by my side. My fea knows only you, forever and always. I am content!”

"No!"

Erestor's hands clutches into the white cape of their Captain, his eyes fierce with raw determination, their unbridled Tempest.

"No more I shall fear of the unknown. Neither of Oaths nor Doom. Even if I am damned to the Void, even if I must claw my way out of the abyss, I will find my way back to you! It is you, and only you that I will hold till the end of all of Eru's Songs! I want to be one with you meldanya*. I am ready."

If there was a tear from either of them, no one could say for they were so enthralled by the words they share.

“My brave Eres! Have I not told you before? May it be in the light of grace or endless Void, all I care is you as you are. It will never change! If it is what you desire, then let us become one! None will keep you from me, for what use is my poor existence if I cannot keep my heart by my side?" Glorfindel smiles, holding Erestor close with no concern to the travel-worn state he is in. With a lighter, softer peck upon the soft lips of his partner.

“You need not protect me. Just, stay beside me, as I face what is ahead, that is all I shall ask. ” Erestor whispers softly. It was plain for all to see, even with that cool mein, their ever stern Councillor was basking in the raw light of love.

“That I can do.”Glorfindel returns with a soft laugh, eager and proud in their joy.

"I am sorry. I am sorry it took so long."

"Nay, it matters not for we are here at last, and what do you know? I am ready too." Glorfindel then pulls Erestor into a deep embrace.

"Let us be bound, Eres, and never be apart."

"Aye."

Elrond does not know why or how but watching this all unfold before his eyes, his two friends finally answering to those unspoken feelings that they have all long known felt like a refreshing air of relief for himself. The Lord can only give a loud laugh at the incredulous timing in the whirlwind of it all. Like a chapter coming to an end on its own.

Their happiness is so infectious and warm, that it urges the half-elven on with an unexpected impulsiveness as he descends down the steps to meet the couple. His arms reaching out and pulling them into a hug with his dear friends. Which causes the trio of Lords to nearly fall over into an unseaming heap if not for Glorfindel and Erestor pulling Elrond and each other safe on their feet on the solid ground.

"Mellyn nin! Does this mean we can safely deem that you are both together? After so many years, we are to have a wedding in the Valley then?" The Lord of Imladris smiles, feeling lighter than ever.

The couple shares a an uncharacteristically shy look, probably realising their open affections have been on full on display. The two shuffling awkwardly, as Glorfindel pulls back his golden braid and Erestor straightening his robes. Even as their hands remain clasped together through the motions.

"Aye."

"We are."

With that the dam breaks and there are cheers and roars from all around. The felicitations and laughter blooming and loud, even out beyond the gates, voices echoing far across Imladris.

Elrond even spots several bags of coin being passed around. Looks like the age old wagers have ended, one that he was unfortunately unable to participate out of fairness and status. His foresight definitely did not foresee any of this, Elrond can be certain, despite whatever one may believe. There were some hands passing over even to a rather eager Bilbo and...Arwen!? Elrond gives his daughter a incredulous stare of dismay with a raise of his brow, but Arwen simply wiggles the bag and mouths, "Aragon's!"

Right.

"But we will not be having a wedding."

The sounds all come back to a halt, leaving the birds to continue with their delightful song.

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!"

Everyone gets startled by the suddden aggressive shout and turns to its unlikely source. The ever polite and dutiful Steward of the House, Head Minstral of the bards, Lindir, stands in utter dismay and fury. A look of disdain upon his face with a hand clutching his robes in great horror. Elrond is rather certain its overly dramatic and very much out of character for the usually placid minstrel.

"No! No! Absolutely no! I have waited for an age for this and I refuse to accept-Its not how things are done! I made plans! I drafted songs! I will be vindicated! I WILL SEE A WEDDING!" Lindir declares with a glorious wave of his sleeves. Some of the household staff can be seen nodding in agreement.

Alright, he stands corrected with further observation. The little sleeve sweep was so much that he is reminded of Atya. Lindir certainly has enough flair to match with the Noldor he admires.

The couple can only simply blink blankly in response.

"But, we do not have the resources allocated for it, Lindir. Besides, we are short on time, we must prepare for our Arwen's wedding and for our House to journey forth to Gondor. There is also our wounded and our dead to care for, either way, it is not feasible at all." Their ever calculating and planning Councillor explains calmly.

"I politely disagree, my Lord Erestor."

Everyone now turns to Saelbeth who is the one to interrupt his mentor with a bow. His hands tucked in his sleeves as he steps forward from the group of councillors gathered.

"We not only have an abundance of resources stored, our staff and soldiers are more than capable and equipped to run autonomously. In fact, much of the preparations have already begun. Our household is more than proficient to handling the arrangements should our Lords be amendable in our suggestion."

Erestor narrows his sharp eyes at his protege, who is undaunted by the fierce look. As if the feanorian did not expect the efficiency he has implemented in this House to choose now of all times to work against him of all things.

Glorfindel gives a slight cough which sounded suspiciously like a laugh.

"We are also, able to oversee the duties of our troops as needed, if necessary." Deputies Laica and Thandor concurred from behind without prompt.

Which only earns them a careful glance from their Commander, one that the soldiers have chosen to disregard. Glorfindel rolls his eyes with an unbelivable shake of his head, muttering something along the lines of 'insubordination'.

"To be honest, Eres and I, we have both desired to only be wed simply by bonding. For our kin and friends here in our beloved home to recognise it, is more than enough." Their Captain elaborates, although this answer just seem to infuriate the usually calm minstrel even more, that the sindar is made speechless as he tries to breathe with his staff supporting him behind.

Elrond is a little guilty to find the whole situation a tad comical in any other circumstances.

"You will both not grant me the chance to witness an elven Wedding in my Home before I leave?"

They all turn around and come face to face with his daughter. Their beloved princess, their Evenstar, reaching out to hold their hands in hers. She gazes at her mentors and guardians with those gentle eyes, glimmering and full of hope under the golden rays of a new age of peace.

"Arwen-" Erestor began but Arwen urges him to listen with a shake of her head.

"Uncle Erestor, Uncle Glorfindel. Long have I wished to see you joined and blessed in ceremony. Will you not grant me this? Please?"

With that, Elrond can see the couple's resolve fall. Which was not surprising. For the two loved his daughter as though his children were their own since they were born. Elrond remembers the nights he and Celebrian handed his children to the two, watching them care for the young little elflings with so much care and selfless love.

Although that little spark in Arwen eyes is a little too obvious. Elrond gives his daughter an exasperated but fond look for that. It is somewhat reassuring to know his children all have not lost all of their playful innocence after all they have experienced in life and will carry them forth in what lies ahead.

Erestor manages to resist for a good while before giving a resigned sigh. He shares a knowing look with Glorfindel who returned with a wistful shrug.

"We can compromise, I suppose. Who needs tradition anyway in our haven, a Home for all walks of life?"

And compromise they did.

After mourning for the ones that have passed and comfoting those who grieved, the rest of Imladris sang for all, for those who cry and those who are to heal, and for everlasting peace.

Until the voices cease and raises once more in the flurry of excitement and chaos. The whole of Imladris prepares for the journey to Gondor and Arwen's wedding. Here in Imladris, where all of the elves from every clan have settled and called home for more than an age all prepare in their strange mix of elven customs hashed together in celebration.

On the night before their departure and their supposed wedding ceremony, Glorfindel and Erestor disappears, while Imladris makes merry in the name of the married couple.

The duo only emerges once more at the break of dawn, with Arien's greeting upon them. Glorfindel and Erestor appear, walking down the path from the sea of beech trees serenely, dressed in beautiful robes that Elrond has vaguely remembered from years long ago on one autumn eve. Their hair braided in a mix of noldor and vanyar patterns. They bear no wedding rings, but upon their brow, rests the circlet of their mate, with golden flowers shining against raven dark hair, and an elaborate twisting weaves gleaming upon glowing gold locks. It was plain for all to see, the marriage bond is complete and proud.

They stand before The Lord of Imladris and Arwen by his side, Lindir standing nearby bearing the ceremonial water from the Bruinen with almost the entirety of the Last Homely House welcoming the newly bonded Lords back with flowers. With bended knee, they greeted him and presented each other as their rightfully bonded mate, awaiting for his blessing. One that Elrond is more than eager to give, as he holds their warm hands in his.

Warm?

Under all that happiness, Elrond suddenly senses a familiar light in Erestor as well. Elrond feels, and is surprised to find Erestor's fea dancing unbound, like a little ember on a quiet eve. With Glorfindel's powerful light mingling through like blooming vines, caressing across the shared connection. He simply cannot put a finger to no matter how he tried. Although he is unable to give much thought to it with most of his House eager to approach and congratulate the newly wedded couple until the time comes that they must leave for the long journey to Arwen's future.

Elrond watches it all, as he had done through the ages. A sense of acceptance settles within him as he urges his mount on, taking the first step out of Imladris with his daughter and friends by his side, and the elves of Imladris following behind.

Elrond turns to the boundless skies beyond.

Everyone is finding their own path, its probably time he walks down his own as well.

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Flags flutter in the wind. Sails are prepared, and the ships are ready. Elrond observes as everyone else bid farewell to friends and kin. He has already made his goodbyes to his children but as a father, it is still difficult to part with them, forever his and Celebrian's treasured little ones. Bilbo and Frodo are huddling with their kin while Galadriel and Olorin speak with Cirdan in quiet voices.

It is hard to comprehend that he himself is finally leaving these shores for some place he has only heard and never seen. May it be from tales in the books or words of others. The unknown seems so difficult to grasp now that he is facing it.

"Elrond."

Elrond turns and sees Erestor and Glorfindel approaching, probably done with overseeing things.

"Tor." Elrond indulges a childish whim, greeting his advisor the nickname out in the open. Before he is pulled into a warm embrace by his old companion.

"Be safe. Be happy."

"I will."

A press of their foreheads, the two part, before Glorfindel hugs Elrond as well.The warrior's arms folding over his form, strong yet gentle. Oh Glorfindel! Fair and selfless, who protected him and his family since the days of old, always cheerful and supportive. The defender of Imladris who sang so beautifully and made the flowers dance. Who also have the terrible habit of enabling little elflings with too much sugar and making him laugh.

He will miss them both dearly. His precious friends who have walked by his side.

"Send my regards to Celebrian and everyone there, alright?"

"Are you both sure you are staying?" Elrond asks once more, just to be sure.

Now that Glorfindel's duty is done, he is to return to Valinor. Erestor, now his husband and mate meant that he too, will sail with his beloved. Yet, the couple has elected to remain in Middle Earth and Imladris for sometime yet.

"Someone has to watch over Elladan and Elrohir. As well as those who seek to sail in the coming years, who will need guidance as they pass through the Last Homely House. Celeborn alone would not be possible!" Glorfindel remarks lightly in jest.

"It would not be long." Erestor reassures.

A bell sounds, and Cirdan calls for those looking to sail to finally board the ship. In that moment, the reality of the situation finally sinks in for Elrond like a skipping pebble finally falling into the water.

He looks back at his friends, who returns with an encouraging nod and a wave.With a deep breath, Elrond steps forward and onwards.

As everyone boards, Elrond notices Galadriel turning pointedly towards Erestor without a word. Who simply gives a small nod in acknowledgement to the Lady while Glorfindel keeps a hand proudly on his mate's waist. Galadriel gives a cryptic nod in return, and turns to board the ship.

As the hobbits follow along with Olorin, Erestor suddenly strides up, calling for Bilbo. The old hobbit and his nephew turns back towards the feanorian in wonder. It is then, Elrond sees Erestor removing his treasured earring bearing the feanorian star, bending down and handing it carefully into Bilbo's thin hands.

"I do not know what good this may do, but I hope it will aid you in what you seek in some way."

"And... should anyone ask?"

Erestor and Bilbo share a long moment in silence, before the old hobbit grips onto the gift with a new found strength in his old hands with grateful acceptance. Olorin watches on, curious and full of mirth, but wisely chooses not interfere as they move on.

The anchors are pulled. The wind picks up and the gulls sing an ode to bid them farewell.

Farewell to Middle Earth! Farewell to everything and all! As the Eldar and the ringbearers leave behind all they have known and onwards into another realm, into another journey unknown. The breeze grows strong and the waves rushes, pushing them on and into the light-

"Elrond!"

The Peredhel turns back and sees Erestor running upon the docks, robes in hand and shouting towards the ocean with little care for his usual decorum. Glorfindel following close behind, waving brightly and so enthusiastically, almost like a maniac should one stumble upon the sight.

"Go! My kin! We will be just right behind!"

"The journey will be awhile! Do not miss us! It will not be long and you shall have company to keep you busy, dear Elrond!"

Elrond blinks back a tear at his silly friends and laughs.

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There was only so much one can do out in the vast and endless sea in close quarters with many others. However, Elrond has found comfort watching the stars and his Adar sail across the night skies, wondering in the quiet of his mind.

When the shores of the West are finally sighted, many are excited, though for a break in endless voyage or beauty of it, Elrond could not be certain. As they all clamouring and crowding on the bow for a glimpse of the blessed realm.

Yet the unexpected always happen when one least expects it.

With a loud cry resounding into the air breaking the peace, everyone on the ship are soon startled out of their watchful gaze of the their eternal home. Elrond jumps up, sprinting to the bottom of the deck to the storage where lies its source. Where a pale Frodo stares incredulously at an open box.

Galadriel arrives as well and they share a questioning look, leaving Olorin to quickly tend to the startled hobbit on the floor of the ship. Bilbo slowly joins in, offering a pat of comfort to his kin, though the old adventurer seems oddly calm by the chaos. Sounds of movement from the opened box increase with intensity, each rustling and rattling growing louder much like Elrond's own heartbeat. There is no foulness or evil in the air, but age old instincts has them on edge all the same.

With careful steps, Elrond approaches the crate first with Galadriel following close behind.

Cautiously, they all peer inside.

After all these years and in endless joys and unending sorrow, the half elven finds finally feels that burden upon him lifting, a light of hope and his being healing at long last. With quiet tears and a sob of delight, Elrond is finally able to smile again, full and free, as he dives in to embrace the beginnings of healing as his heart soared.

"Atya!"

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*Quenya: my beloved

A/N: I probably could have polished things more but at this point, I think I shall leave it as it is. A rather odd final part I think but I tried? Thank you all for taking the time to read and comment and reblog, you all made my day with each one!

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6)

[justpostsyeet]

Glorfindel : I want a baby!

Lindir : Oh no! Its that time of the month again. Hide Mîr.

Mîr enters the room. Lindir throws her over the shoulder and runs with Glorfindel running after.

Mîr : I knew elves got baby fever but never knew it was this bad.

Lindir : At least I'm better at handling such things.

Mîr : Shut up and run faster you soon to be rabbit in heat.

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Mean Dom Glorfindel and Sweet Dom Reader ruining Lindir, again

“Come on, baby boy, keep your eyes on me.” You said sweetly, cradling the shuddering and fucked-out elves cheeks in front of you.

“I can’t!” He cried out, tears of pleasure and pain beginning to run out of his closed eyes.

“She said look at her, you whore!” Came Glorfindels authoritative and booming order. Grabbing the small elf by the hair, he ripped his head up to force his eyes back to yours.

Lindirs brows was furrowed, his eyes full of pleasure of delightful torment as he stares into your smiling eyes.

“There’s my sweet boy.” You cooed at the sweet elf, your hands returning to frame his sweet face. Sounds of pleasure and pain ripped through Lindir as he looked into your eyes, while behind him he was being roughly taken by his much larger warrior lover.

This is exactly the way Lindir likes it, praise and love from you, while an elf so mighty he has come straight from legend, fucks into him brutally.

Also I want to say that after every session Glorfindel will carry Lindir and cradle him in the bath, stroking his hair and kissing his forehead. He loves to feel powerful and fuck his lover hard and rough but he also treasures the sweet elf and would never want to truly hurt him.

[n0tamused]

How elves deal or even feel jealous? What/how easy is to make them jealous?

A/n: Hello, yes I can! You didn't specify which elves you wanted this for, so I just picked a few of the ones I thought would go nicely with this idea. Also, I am trying these different styles of hcs, so let me know if you prefer lenghtier headcanons or shorter ones like these? I'm trying to find some balance with requests and my ability to write them.

Contents: (all separate) Thranduil, Legolas, Lindir, Haldir, Glorfindel x GN! Reader. Jealousy hcs, not proof read lol

⋆𓄃Thranduil

-Thranduil can be quite jealous and, more so, protective over his beloved and he does not care to ever admit it. He is quite avoidant of his subjects and feels a bit shocked (or looks like it, he did expect you to point it out eventually tbh) when you point it out to him

-Would make sliding comments about your attention lingering too long on someone, or even something at times. 

-A play of words is sure to ensue if you keep pressing him for his reasons, and throughout he never raises his voice or anything of that sort, he is rather calm and eventually you come to understand that he is enjoying this, both the banter and the attention. This can be sometimes flustering or frustrating when he begins to smirk and offer sass and teasing words. 

-The Elven king has seldom ever expected to ‘fall into’ love like this, or to behave like this while loving someone, but even through his long years of living he is still learning some things. 

-Thranduil is quite wary of others, especially outsiders even if they are his distant kin. So he may keep you away from meetings or tedious dinners with any delegates or visitors that may seem like ‘too much’ for you to be exposed to them.

-He is stubborn, so chances are it would take a long time for him to let up on his views, as he deems it all necessary for your protection and happiness

-But even he cannot deny that he does carry a great weight on his heart and consciousness, and long, late night conversions are not something rare with him. He enjoys them more than anything else because he feels more justified to be vulnerable when the rest of the world falls asleep. He is more open to physical touch as well, and he tells you his worries and his feelings clearly then. 

🍃Legolas

-The prince of Mirkwood is still quite green in the area of emotions and how one deals with them, despite his years. But he is notably much softer in comparison to his father. 

-He would find it odd that he feels this way and would hide it away from you for the longest time until he can bear it no longer. It is like poison to him

-Although you would be able to see it all happening and coming down on him with the way he stares out at nothing, sometimes at the people besides you, the way his lips pull into a deep carved frown and how his jaw sets, almost uncomfortably, even for an elf - especially for an elf. His shoulders are so tense you can put a table on him

-Once he expresses his feelings to you he does apologize as well, he doesn’t want you thinking that he doesn’t trust you or that he believes you’d go behind his back and take the offer of another heart - he truly can’t explain the feelings and where they stem from.

-It’s multiple things all at once - he wants you safe and happy, and the people around may not have the purest intentions, but at the same time he feels odd that you sometimes seem to be having much more fun with someone else than him. So there’s quite a lot to unpack with him, but he is not impatient or unwilling to learn.

♬Lindir

-Lindir is more prone to fits of jealousy that strike seemingly out of nowhere, he is quite dense with it too although not nearly as secretive as he would like himself to be. He may be quiet, but the face he stays quiet with is a completely different story..

-His jealousy does stem from a sense of insecurity in his own ability to be a good partner for you, it eats away at him at times and he can take up to saying witty responses to the individual/s that he perceives as sources of his feelings. He is never malicious of course, neither to you or them, as he understand these feelings can quickly turn to poison

-He may require some more support from you at times like these, and in private he feels utterly defeated in face of his own jealousy. He is not the one to openly ask for attention from you, but at times like these he may ask you questions that may reassure him again. Hold his face in your hands and just kiss the elf, that would be my advice, plainly delivered 

-He would grow flustered at such actions, and he may even give you some sass for it, but he is never refusing your advances at pouring some more of your love on him 

°˖➴Haldir

-The Marchwarden of Lorien is not the most open when it comes to his own emotions and it can be difficult to read his exact trail of thoughts at times. But jealousy is not foreign to Haldir, he knows how it feels and he has long since come to truly dislike(hate) it.

-It is unbecoming of his station and just of his own character in general. Nonetheless, this jealousy he feels holds its roots in worry for your safety rather than any kind of distrust of you, and it's greatly amplified by the distance between the two of you when he is away on duty. 

-Haldir doesn’t act out on his jealousy, although he makes his opinion known if he agrees or disagrees with you on your choice of companions. If he is at home with you, he would also tag along with you, if you so desired or if he just really, really did not like the company you’re going to be with. He knows nearly everyone in Lorien, and so he knows who to be wary of. That is not to say anyone from there would be a liability when it comes to physical harm, he knows that much is less likely to happen, but when it comes to needs that are more from within, love, need for attention - then he is not so sure. He cannot read the minds of others, and everyone changes over time, even elves. 

-His jealousy does lessen up when he is with you, as he is not as worried when he has you in his eye. If there is danger, Haldir would do whatever was in his power to eradicate the source of it. 

-You may notice this particular mood on him by the stiffness of his jaw and the hard look he sometimes directs at no one in general, as if holding an internal monologue with himself over what he’s experiencing and feeling

☼Glorfindel

-The Slayer of Balrogs is not susceptible to jealousy, and he was never a jealous individual to begin with. And that’s also without mentioning that he trusts his partner as well, otherwise he would not be with someone he did not trust.

-After his re-embodiment he may come off as a little clingy - he stays with you for as long as he can, not letting any moment go to waste, even if you are an immortal being as he is. He leaves kisses on your hands and your forehead when no one is around to see, it is intimate and he simply wants you to know that you will always have his love and support

-He is also very clear in his communication with you, and trusts that you’ll tell him if anything is bothering you, although sometimes he does know to postpone telling you something if he believes it could put a strain on you. 

-He is quite free spirited though and open minded at that, just a chill guy, the chillest on this list I dare say

-All in all.. 10/10, would recommend 

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[clovenly]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍 ; a poem they'd recite to you ── elven edition!

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒: ᵃʳʷᵉⁿ, ᵉˡˡᵃᵈᵃⁿ, ᵉˡʳᵒʰᶦʳ, ᵉˡʳᵒⁿᵈ, ᵉʳᵉˢᵗᵒʳ, ᵍᵃˡᵃᵈʳᶦᵉˡ, ᵍˡᵒʳᶠᶦⁿᵈᵉˡ, ʰᵃˡᵈᶦʳ, ˡᵉᵍᵒˡᵃˢ, ˡᶦⁿᵈᶦʳ, ᵗᵃᵘʳᶦᵉˡ, ᵗʰʳᵃⁿᵈᵘᶦˡ

[ A THING OF BEAUTY ] of noble natures / of the gloomy days / of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways

elrond, galadriel, thranduil

[ LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY] all things by a law devine / in one another's being mingle— / why not i with thine?

erestor, elladan, glorfindel, lindir, legolas

[ HOW DO I LOVE THEE? ] how do i love thee? / let me count the ways / i love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach

arwen, elrohir, haldir, tauriel

[earthlybeam]

I am continuing my request here, as I had to split it into separate posts to avoid making it too lengthy.

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Below here are Glrofindel, haldir and lindir versions. At the bottom of this post, I’ll leave link to of the first one featuring Thranduil, Elrond, Gil-galad.

☀️𝓖𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓵

Yandere/Dark Elf Glorfindel x Female Fairy Reader Headcanons

𖤓 Glorfindel as a Dark Elf/Yandere with a Female Fairy Reader: Obsession with Protection In his darker form, Glorfindel’s affection for you turns into a possessive obsession. His protective nature intensifies into a need to shield you from all harm, even if that means keeping you isolated. He sees you as something so precious and delicate that no one else is allowed to even look at you for too long. No one else can share your time or your thoughts—only him.

𖤓 Overbearing Care as Glorfindel’s typical kindness morphs into overbearing care, where he controls every aspect of your life for what he believes is your safety. He insists on walking you to every corner of Rivendell and keeps a constant watch on you, even when you’re with others. He will convince himself it’s for your own good—after all, how could anyone understand the fragility of a fairy as you do?

𖤓 The beautiful flowers, delicate trinkets, and soft silks that Glorfindel gives you are laced with dark intentions. They are never just gifts—he insists that each item is a symbol of his love, and they must never leave your possession. The flowers he picks for you are the only ones that can truly make you feel alive, in his mind. Anything outside of his influence is dangerous.

𖤓 He doesn’t let you explore Rivendell without his presence. Every time you express a desire for some personal time or to go somewhere, he insists on coming with you. If you try to go off alone, he will appear at your side before you even realize it, speaking softly about how dangerous the world can be. He’s only trying to protect you, he says, his voice sweet yet heavy with authority.

𖤓 In his twisted sense of love, Glorfindel will isolate you from others. He believes that the only people who should be in your life are those who serve his desires—himself. If he finds any other male Elf or creature showing interest in you, he doesn’t just move them aside. He subtly, yet forcefully, ensures they are far removed from your life, using his authority and influence in Rivendell to keep them away.

𖤓 Glorfindel’s gaze follows you at all times. He watches you, silently, from a distance, hidden in the shadows, making sure you’re safe. If he senses that anyone else is getting too close, he’ll be there in an instant, stepping between you and them with a sudden, sharp smile that hides the storm of his feelings. If you ever question him about his presence, he brushes it off with a charming laugh, though his eyes linger far too long on you.

𖤓 He’ll be gentle and charismatic when he wants to win you over, but there’s always a darker intent behind his words. If he senses you pulling away or doubting him, he becomes more intense—his smile turns to a quiet, dangerous grin, and his words shift from lighthearted to possessive. He’ll whisper in your ear how you belong to him, reminding you that he’s the only one who truly understands you, the only one who can keep you safe.

𖤓 Twisting His Kindness into a Dark Need His famous empathy and kindness take on a dark edge. He’ll say things like, “I can’t bear to see you hurt, my love,” as he locks you in his arms. His touch is soft, but there’s an undeniable pressure behind it, as if you’re the only thing that matters in his world. Any affection from you feeds his obsession, and he will always find ways to remind you that his devotion is unmatched. He’ll reassure you that no one else can care for you like he does.

𖤓 Jealousy and Rage as Glorfindel, despite his normally calm and composed demeanor, becomes possessive to the point of rage if another tries to get too close to you. In his mind, it’s not just a matter of affection—it’s a matter of rightful ownership. His jealousy doesn’t burn like fire, but instead simmers quietly, becoming more dangerous the longer he hides it. He’ll occasionally drop subtle, dark hints about what would happen to those who dare to challenge him.

𖤓 Glorfindel’s softer romantic gestures now feel more suffocating than sweet. The romantic picnics by the lake or the gentle touches become manipulative acts of control. He might hold your hand too tightly, trace his fingers over your skin in a way that’s meant to reassure you of his control. The soft kisses he once gave you now seem more desperate, as if he’s trying to claim a part of you that he believes he’s losing.

𖤓 Glorfindel sees the freedom and the ethereal nature of a fairy like you as something wild that must be tamed. He believes that, with enough of his presence, you will come to understand that the world outside of his protection is dangerous. His soft words turn into commands, gently shaping you to fit the mold of the world he’s creating for you—a world where only he exists.

𖤓 The Dream of Forever As Behind his smiles and affectionate gestures lies an unyielding need for eternal commitment. Glorfindel speaks often of forever, his gaze softening as he imagines a life with you in it, always. He tells you how he’s waited for someone like you for centuries and how no force in Middle-earth could ever separate you. His version of love is not one of mutual respect, but one of ownership, believing that your souls are forever entwined.

𖤓 In his darkest moments, Glorfindel might share his fears and desires with you. He tells you how lonely he has been, how hard it is to protect everyone and yet feel the emptiness in his heart. He’ll hold you in his arms during these moments, letting you be the one thing that fills the void he’s carried for so long. His feelings are raw, almost pitiful, but the weight of his affection will always overshadow them. In his mind, you are the answer to his emptiness—and no one else could ever fill that role.

𖤓 Should you ever attempt to leave or distance yourself from him, Glorfindel’s sweet nature would vanish completely. His grip would tighten, his calm voice turning cold, filled with quiet but undeniable authority. He might say something like, “You think you can escape me? You belong to me, now and forever,” before pulling you closer, his embrace suffocating yet filled with the twisted notion of love he holds for you.

𖤓 In his yandere state, Glorfindel's physical affection would be overwhelming. He would want to touch you constantly-his arms would linger around you, his hands always seeking you out, tracing your wings, your face, and your form as though ensuring that you are truly there, and that you belong to him alone. He often strokes the delicate wings of a fairy, marveling at their beauty, but in a possessive way. He might run his fingers gently along the edge of your wings, almost reverently, as if they were his greatest treasure. His touch would linger too long, just to remind you that he owns every part of you, even the most delicate.

𖤓 Glorfindel's physical affection would not always be gentle. He would want to hold you tightly, to trap you in his arms where no one else could reach you. His embraces would be possessive, almost suffocating, with him pressing his cheek against yours and inhaling the sweet scent of your hair or your wings. His kisses would be tender, but there would be an intensity behind them. His lips would linger longer than you expect, and he would take his time exploring your face, memorizing every detail. He might whisper your name between kisses, as though he cannot believe you're real.

𖤓 Your wings would be a source of great fascination-and obsession-for Glorfindel. He views them as an extension of your soul, something so unique and beautiful that it is impossible for anyone but him to touch or admire. His touch on your wings would be worshipful, but in a way that leaves you feeling trapped. He would often stroke your wings, brushing his fingers against the delicate veins, marveling at their sheer beauty. But, at times, it would feel as though he's claiming ownership of them-almost as if he wants them to be as much a part of him as they are a part of you.

𖤓 He would take extra care of your wings, making sure they are always pristine. If they become damaged, even by accident, he would react as though it is a personal betrayal, vowing to make the world around you safer and more controlled. The idea that anyone could harm your wings or your beauty would send him into a fit of rage, and he would do everything in his power to ensure it never happens again. If you were to try and hide your wings, Glorfindel would make it his mission to "uncover" them. His desire to see every part of you would overtake any sense of personal space or boundaries. He would lovingly but forcefully pull your wings free from any coverings, wanting to revel in the sight of their magnificence.

𖤓 As a dark elf consumed by his obsession, Glorfindel would not allow you to be out of his sight for long. He would track your movements, always making sure that you are nearby, watching you with burning eyes from a distance. If you're in a crowd, his gaze would be the only one that feels heavy upon you, constantly watching from the shadows, making sure no one else tries to get too close. He would take steps to isolate you from others, believing that the world is too dangerous for someone as delicate and beautiful as you. He would subtly intervene whenever anyone tries to speak to you for too long, stepping in to shield you from the eyes of others. Your movements, your conversations, your interactions-everything would be monitored. If someone dares to speak to you for too long, especially a male, Glorfindel would interrupt, smiling charmingly, but with a razor edge. He might even intervene in the most subtle of ways, just to ensure you are never left alone with someone he deems unworthy.

𖤓 Glorfindel's words would shift from comforting to obsessive, filled with declarations of how you are meant to be his and his alone. In private, he would murmur to you, whispering sweet but dark words, calling you his "beloved," his

"treasure," his "only light." His devotion would border on madness, as though he sees no world without you by his side. He would speak of your future together, painting pictures of a life where you never leave his side. His obsession would bleed into every word, even the softest compliments would carry a sense of ownership. "No one else can touch you like I can," he would say with a calm but dark smile, "You belong to me, now and forever."

𖤓 If you ever tried to disagree, he would calmly remind you of your place, his voice smooth, but unyielding. His obsession would make him deluded, believing that everything he does is for your own good, to protect you from a world that doesn't deserve you. Intense Affection Behind Closed Doors, Glorfindel's affectionate displays would be intense when you are alone, where his calm, composed demeanor would drop.

𖤓 He would gather you in his arms, pulling you close to him. The closeness would almost feel smothering at times, his hand always resting near your wings, stroking them gently but possessively. When the world is out of sight, his affection would feel all-consuming, like the two of you are the only ones in existence. He would kiss you deeply, passionately, each kiss tinged with a sense of urgency-his need to claim you, to make you feel his love in every touch, every kiss. At times, you might even feel as though he is testing you, seeing how far you'll allow him to go, and the moment you hesitate or show discomfort, his expression would darken, and he'd gently remind you that you are his.

𖤓 Glorfindel would need to feel that he has full control over your life, your choices, your movements. His possessiveness would go beyond simple affection, pushing into the realm of control. You would never be able to leave his presence without his permission, not because he would physically stop you, but because he would subtly make you feel that it's not safe for you to be anywhere else. He would insist that he accompany you wherever you go, ensuring that no one can get close to you without his watchful eye. Any attempt to break free, whether physical or emotional, would be met with a soft but firm reminder of his love for you. Glorfindel would not let you slip away from him. He would keep you in his world, where you belong, forever.

🏹𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓭𝓲𝓻

Yandere/Dark Elf Haldir x Female Fairy Reader Headcanons

➳ Haldir’s love for you, dear fairy, is not only protective but possessive, a side he keeps well-hidden beneath his disciplined exterior. The moment you step into Lothlórien, he becomes aware of your every move, your every breath. Despite his usual cold demeanor toward strangers, his fixation on you brings out a darker, obsessive edge that no one, not even his brothers, can see coming.

➳ He would be outwardly respectful and polite, maintaining his formal, stoic presence at all times. However, in the quiet moments when it’s just the two of you, Haldir’s gaze would follow you intently, as if he’s studying every nuance of your movements, learning your every need before you even voice it. Your comfort is paramount to him, but not for the reasons you may think—it’s because you are his, and he must ensure that nothing, no one, can harm or distract you from him.

➳ Haldir’s care for your safety extends far beyond what is reasonable. The moment you express an interest in leaving Lothlórien, or heaven forbid, interacting with others outside of him, he becomes intensely overprotective. Going to Rivendell? “You will need ten guards at least,” he declares with an unwavering calm, already making preparations. Going to Mirkwood? The mere thought sends him into a protective frenzy. “Spiders? You will stay here where it is safe. I will not allow such dangers to even approach you.”

➳ His stoic exterior masks the storm brewing inside. Whenever you seem to grow closer to someone else, even in the most innocent ways, his possessiveness flares. His eyes narrow, and without you even noticing, he subtly maneuvers the situation to ensure no one can ever come too close to you. He is not above using his influence to subtly remove anyone who shows too much interest in you, especially if they pose a threat to his control over you.

➳ If someone dares touch you or speak to you in a way he does not approve of, you will see his dark side—he is not above being harsh. Haldir’s discipline will slip, and his actions will show just how far he’s willing to go to preserve his claim on you. He would not hesitate to distance you from anyone who could steal your attention away. The quiet whisper of his anger would send chills down your spine, and you’d know—this is no longer the Haldir you once knew.

➳ In moments of intimacy, he is both tender and fiercely possessive. When he holds you close, it is not only to comfort you, but to remind you, silently, that you are his and no one else’s. He craves this intimacy, but it’s on his terms. His arms will tighten around you as if to never let you go, especially when the two of you are alone in your private moments. He will watch you sleep, his fingers brushing against your skin, a possessive gleam in his eye.

➳ Haldir enjoys the act of you depending on him. He believes it is his duty and privilege to take care of you, but it quickly becomes more than that. You’re not just someone to be protected—you’re his responsibility, his obsession. He watches over you so closely that you might begin to feel trapped, unable to make a move without his watchful eyes.

➳ His words of affection take on a darker tone. In private, he might whisper, “You are mine, and no one else can have you.” His voice is low, almost possessive, as if saying it aloud is some form of claiming you further. If you ever try to protest or assert any independence, his gaze hardens, and a cold silence will follow, the kind that makes your heart race. He does not take kindly to resistance, and you know it.

➳ Despite his protective nature, Haldir is not afraid to use his influence to isolate you. You might find yourself living in a world where only he exists, surrounded by those who serve him or who could be a potential threat to you. He creates a bubble around you, carefully crafted to protect you but also to control every aspect of your life. If you even think about venturing beyond it, his warnings would be sharp, his patience tested.

➳ But beneath it all, Haldir genuinely believes his actions are out of love. His obsession, his possessiveness, all stem from the same place—a deep, unwavering affection for you. And while you might struggle with his boundaries and actions, he will assure you, “Everything I do is for you. You are the only one who matters to me, and I will keep you safe, always.”

➳ His affection for you is consuming, and no matter how much you try to assert your independence, he always finds a way to draw you back in. His love for you is not just a part of him—it is the core of his existence. He would not hesitate to remind you of that.

➳ Haldir would always be watching you, his ever-keen eyes scanning the surroundings to make sure no one, or nothing, threatens your safety. He might have an unsettling habit of lingering in the shadows or near your dwelling, making sure you’re never out of his sight. His protective instincts would be so strong that he feels any danger—even the possibility of someone else noticing you—must be eliminated.

➳ Haldir’s affection would be highly physical, but in a controlling, possessive way. He would often touch you without warning, his hand resting possessively on your shoulder or arm, guiding you wherever he deems appropriate. His affection would manifest in small, seemingly caring gestures that conceal his obsession—rubbing your hand in his or holding your waist, anchoring you to him, ensuring no one else could take your attention.

➳ Your wings, delicate and ethereal, would be a focal point of Haldir’s obsession. He would be very protective of them, often running his fingers over them, admiring their beauty but also claiming them as a part of you that only he is allowed to touch. He might gently stroke the feathers, perhaps too roughly at times, as if testing how much they can withstand. He’d insist on keeping them hidden, perhaps binding them tightly with his cloak or gently tucking them beneath his arm to protect them from any potential harm or attention.

➳ The longer you spend together, the more he isolates you from the world. While he might use gentle words, “For your safety,” or “The world is dangerous, my love,” it becomes clear that this is not about safety but about his need to control your every move. He would often take you to secluded parts of Lothlórien, away from others, so no one can approach you. Your wings, which he finds so beautiful and precious, would be a constant reminder of the bond between you two. He might even insist that they remain hidden, fearing someone might try to steal your attention or, worse, harm you.

➳ Haldir’s desire would not be purely physical but emotionally consuming as well. He would become obsessed with every part of you, seeking to understand your preferences, fears, and dreams. When you sleep, he would lie next to you, his body curled around yours, ensuring no one could take you from him. In these moments, he would be the most vulnerable, holding you so tightly that you might feel the force of his obsession—but he would believe it’s for your protection.

➳ If anyone shows even the slightest interest in you, Haldir would quickly intervene, his anger masked under a layer of calm control. He might quietly tell someone, “She is mine,” or subtly, but effectively, eliminate any threat to his claim over you. He wouldn’t hesitate to use his position as a Marchwarden to banish any intruders or discourage anyone who dared to approach you.

➳ His words would become darker, more possessive as time goes on. He might whisper in your ear, “I will keep you safe, no matter the cost,” or “No one can love you like I do.” His voice would grow more intense and fervent, especially when no one else is around. He might tell you that your wings are “too precious to be seen by others” or “too vulnerable to be left unattended.” He believes that your beauty belongs only to him, and his love for you is exclusive.

➳ Haldir’s affection would manifest in carefully orchestrated romantic moments. Perhaps he would give you flowers from the borders of Lothlórien—flowers that only he knows how to pick. They would be beautiful, but he’d choose them for their symbolism: they are from him, they represent his love, and no one else can ever offer them to you. He might insist on private moments where he can embrace you, touching your wings in ways that might feel intimate, but also controlling. His care would be so intense that it could feel stifling, especially when he insists on keeping you near him at all times.

➳ While Haldir would present himself as devoted, his manipulation would become more evident over time. He might claim that the outside world is “dangerous” or that “only he can truly understand you.” He would speak of protecting you from the harsh realities of Middle-earth, using these words as a shield for his own desire to control you. The lines between love and control would blur, and you might begin to question if there is any true freedom for you while he is around.

➳ His yandere tendencies would also extend to your interactions with others. If you show any kindness toward another elf or stranger, Haldir would immediately grow cold, withdrawing from you until you reassure him that your loyalty belongs solely to him. He might become uncharacteristically harsh or distant, only to return once he has “confirmed” that you belong to him, offering you soft, possessive affection in the form of hugs, kisses, or sweet whispers.

➳ When you are alone, Haldir would soften—his hardened exterior would crack just slightly, revealing a longing for you that he hides from others. But, there would always be a dark undertone to his smiles and gestures. When he gazes at you, it’s not just love that glimmers in his eyes—it’s the intense fixation he has on you, as if he is quietly claiming you for himself, piece by piece.

➳ The intensity of his protective nature would not only keep others away from you but also make him increasingly possessive of your time and attention. If you were to stray too far from him—whether to speak to someone else, go for a walk, or simply enjoy the peace of Lothlórien—he would be quick to reassert his presence, ensuring you understand that no one can keep you safer than he can. His love for you is his life’s work, and it is something he would fight to the death to preserve.

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Yandere/Dark Elf lindir x Female Fairy Reader Headcanons

♫ In a darker version of Lindir, the seemingly shy and reserved elf transforms into someone with a deep, obsessive love for you, the female fairy. While he may retain his usual politeness and gentleness, beneath that surface lies a simmering intensity that is both protective and possessive. His feelings, once hidden behind the guise of restraint, become all-consuming, and he will go to great lengths to ensure that no one, not even the slightest threat, stands in the way of his devotion to you.

♫ Lindir, in his darker form, becomes deeply protective of you, but in an almost suffocating way. He sees you as a delicate, precious creature—fragile and ethereal—and he cannot bear the thought of anything or anyone harming you. He will insist on being by your side constantly, subtly manipulating situations to ensure you are never alone with others. If a male elf approaches you, whether for casual conversation or something more, Lindir’s presence will quickly be felt. He won’t make his disapproval known outright, but his eyes will always be watching, calculating, ready to intervene at a moment’s notice.

♫ While Lindir appears humble and gentle, his mind is sharp, and he is always calculating. He is an expert at manipulating situations in his favor, using his position as Elrond’s right hand to subtly influence the actions of others. When it comes to you, he will use his knowledge of your interests, desires, and weaknesses to weave a web of control around you. He will know the books you enjoy, the songs that make your heart flutter, and the things that make you smile. He’ll gently guide you toward his desires, making you think the decisions are yours while, in reality, he’s the one shaping your choices.

♫ Lindir’s affection for you borders on possessiveness. He believes that you belong to him and him alone. His words will often be laced with this belief, though he speaks them softly, almost as if trying to convince both himself and you. His compliments become more intense, but with an edge of obsession: “You are my light, my muse. The world outside this place is cruel and unforgiving. Let me protect you from it.” He may even refer to you as “my dearest,” “my precious,” or “my heart,” subtly reinforcing the idea that you are his to care for, love, and, in some twisted way, control.

♫ Though Lindir may not be overtly aggressive in his methods, he watches you constantly. His presence becomes increasingly felt in your day-to-day life, though it’s often subtle—like a shadow in the corner of your vision, a soft rustle of footsteps behind you. When you venture outside or spend time with others, Lindir follows from a distance, just close enough to ensure no harm comes to you but far enough to keep his actions hidden. He believes the outside world is a dangerous place for someone like you, so he isolates you, making you dependent on him for comfort, for knowledge, for companionship.

♫ Lindir, in his darker form, will shower you with soft, intimate gestures of affection—those that seem gentle but hold a deep possessiveness. He will offer to sing you songs at odd times, his voice smooth and sweet, yet each note seems to bind you closer to him. He will leave small, personal gifts for you—handwritten notes, a flower from the garden, a special song he wrote just for you. These gifts are not simply tokens of affection; they are symbols of ownership, reminders that you are his.

♫ Lindir has the power to subtly manipulate those around you. If he senses anyone is becoming too close to you, he will use his position to subtly drive them away, creating distance between you and others. He is an expert at playing on the emotions and weaknesses of others, and he will use this to isolate you, ensuring you become more reliant on him and less likely to seek companionship from anyone else. If someone dares to court your favor, he will not hesitate to “accidentally” make their words fall on deaf ears or cause misunderstandings that push them away.

♫ Despite his obsessive nature, Lindir’s greatest fear is rejection. His love for you is deep, and he fears that if you were to ever leave him, it would break him. He watches you closely, analyzing every word you say, every gesture, every glance, desperate to ensure that you still care for him. If you show any hint of doubt, even unknowingly, it would send him into a spiral of self-doubt and anxiety. He becomes more desperate, clingier, and eager to prove himself to you, often going to great lengths to win your favor.

♫ To Lindir, his love is not something of this world—it is eternal. He views his bond with you as something that transcends time itself. There is no part of Middle-Earth that could separate you from him. He will frequently remind you that you belong together, in this life and beyond. “We are fated, meleth. Nothing can tear us apart.” In his mind, this is not just love—it is destiny, and you have been chosen for him, just as he has been chosen for you.

♫ In private, Lindir’s true darkness reveals itself. He is tender and loving, but the weight of his affection is heavy, almost overwhelming. He will wrap you in his arms, holding you close, kissing you with soft but possessive passion. Every kiss will feel like a reaffirmation of his claim on you. He whispers sweet, desperate things in your ear, urging you to never leave him, to never doubt his devotion. These moments feel comforting, but there’s an undercurrent of desperation in them—a constant reminder that you are his, and no one else’s.

♫ Eventually, Lindir will confess his love to you, but it won’t be a simple admission. It will be something deep, intense, and emotionally charged. He will stammer and blush, perhaps nervously fumbling with words, but his eyes will be filled with sincerity. “I—” He pauses, taking a deep breath. “I love you, meleth. More than I can express. More than you will ever know.” From that moment on, his love becomes something darker, more possessive. He will never let you go, never allow you to leave his sight. You are his, and he will make sure everyone knows it.

♫ In his darkest form, Lindir is a master of control and manipulation, using his quiet demeanor and sharp mind to bend situations to his will. While he remains outwardly kind and humble, inside he is a force of quiet obsession, determined to keep you close, safe, and utterly devoted to him. His love is powerful—but so is his need to own you.

♫ Lindir would often reach out to touch your wings, his fingers brushing over the delicate feathers with an almost reverential gentleness, but there’s a possessiveness in his touch. He traces their shape as if marking them as his, unable to resist the urge to keep you physically close. When others approach you, Lindir’s posture becomes rigid and tense. If anyone dares to get too close, he would subtly pull you closer to him, positioning his body as a shield between you and any perceived threat. He would often run his hands over your wings in a soothing yet controlling manner, admiring their beauty but secretly fantasizing about how they could be clipped or restrained so you could never fly away from him.

♫ Lindir would want to be near you all the time, ensuring that you’re always in his sight. His voice, though usually calm, could take on a dark, almost intoxicating tone when he speaks to you, lulling you into a sense of security, but there’s a hidden intensity behind it. He would sing for you, his melodies taking on an almost hypnotic quality, with the haunting implication that his songs are a way to bind you to him emotionally and mentally, making you feel as if you cannot escape him.

♫ Lindir knows the fragility of a fairy’s wings, and as a yandere, he would sometimes lightly trace the veins of your wings with his fingers, a reminder of your vulnerability. He might even gift you delicate chains or ribbons, and place them on your wings as a symbolic way of “marking” you as his. The chains would glitter, but you’d feel a sense of unease as he whispers about how beautiful your wings are, while hiding darker thoughts about how he’d keep you forever by his side. At times, when you’re asleep or vulnerable, he might gently hold your wings in his arms, almost as if cradling them to prevent you from flying away. There’s an eerie sense of calmness in his expression as he holds them, keeping you close

♫ If you ever tried to leave or distance yourself, Lindir would give you affectionate gifts—perhaps beautiful flowers or trinkets, designed to allure you back. But underneath his gifts is a threat: “If you leave, who will take care of you? Who will protect your precious wings?” His words could be sweet but manipulative, as he subtly encourages you to depend on him more. The more you lean on him for affection, the more possessive he becomes, wanting to be the sole source of comfort and safety in your life.

♫ His love for you isn’t just about the physical—there’s an emotional aspect to it that’s twisted. Lindir might express that he loves you so much that he’s willing to do anything to make sure you never leave him, including hurting anyone who poses a threat to your relationship. He could become incredibly jealous, especially if other beings, even friends, give you attention. Lindir would likely isolate you, ensuring that you’re always near him. His affection for you becomes a source of control, and he’d always want to be the one to make you smile, to make sure you’re always looking at him with admiration, ensuring your loyalty through a mix of charm, fear, and subtle threats. Keeping You Close, Always At the darkest point, Lindir might go so far as to use magic or physical means to ensure you remain close. He may subtly enchant your wings or weave spells to prevent you from flying too far or escaping from his sight. He wants to be the one who determines your freedom, and your wings become the symbol of his dominance.

♫ In moments of extreme possessiveness, he might try to keep you in his arms, preventing you from leaving or spreading your wings. When you’re in his presence, his hands often hover near your wings, never letting you out of his sight, and his gaze is one of possessive longing.