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rivendell-poet · 5 months ago

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i absolutely adore ur headcanons posts with the lotr characters but i didn’t know how many characters you take requests for per headcanon post so i’ll keep it very short ehehe

how would the elves (legolas, thranduil, lindir, glorfindel, meludir, haldir and feren) react to human who is just affectionate even before courtship starts? morning hugs, lemme braid ur hair, surprise tackle hugs or see u later forehead kisses? just thought it would be funny to see the elves go beet red with perked up ears since y’know, they’re not as affectionate as humans

thanks so much! (and so sorry for the wait, completely my bad) legit an honour to have you request from me/say you like my works. and I completely agree with the thought being funny, and here it is as headcanons!

(full disclosure, i've written once/not at all for the last three characters - please tell me if they're ooc)

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○ Legolas ○ Thranduil ○ Haldir ○ Lindir ○ Meludir ○ Feren ○ Glorfindel ○

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𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬

✧ Depends on if he’s travelled with the Fellowship, or if he hasn’t.

✧ Either way he’ll go still for a second, eyes gently going to you as if to check you’re actually doing what you’re doing. And of course there’s a light blush that’s spreading across his face.

✧ He gingerly hugs you back, unsure whether or not to squeeze you in it like you’re squeezing him. And when you give him a little forehead kiss he simply freezes in your arms.

✧ Wonders, just for a second, if you somehow started courting and he didn’t realise. Then he simply stays there and gives a smile.

✧ It isn’t forced, just slightly uncertain - he’s never experienced this before.

✧ Later comes up to you and awkwardly thanks you before retreating backwards.

✧ If he’s been in the Fellowship for long enough he starts to reciprocate the gestures on a smaller scale.

✧ Legolas can very easily be convinced to braid your hair as well, and he takes it very seriously.

✧ Lays out his cloak so you can sit on the grass. Does a few small ones so you can see which one is preferable.

✧ When you’re not courting he feels a little guilty doing it - as your hair falls through his fingers it’s almost like you are together. And he doesn’t want to take advantage of that. But he likes you too much to stop, and you braid his hair as well.

✧ Is probably the quickest of the elves to get used to it, aside from Glorfindel.

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐢𝐥

✧ In an odd way, he’s one of the elves who craves it the most.

✧ Everyone else has some casual touches, a reassuring gesture by a friend. But no-one is brave enough to touch the King of Mirkwood. Until you.

✧ He’s missed warmth, he’s missed the sense of other people that you can now bring.

✧ Thranduil finds himself at first leaning into the hugs, before remembering that he should be proper. That he’s maintained a colder persona for so long. (He still can’t fully hide his reluctance as he pulls away.)

✧ The people who know him well are surprised when he doesn’t admonish you, before they realise why. You don’t understand why the king is suddenly glaring at someone behind you.

✧ Eventually he starts to return the gestures as well, although to start they are more careful.

✧ As begins to braid your hair - the light touches causing some strands to escape and generally become loose - you remind him that you’re not made of glass.

✧ You’ve been able to almost tackle him with a surprise hug, he can touch you with more than a feather-light weight.

✧ Once the two of you start courting he accepts the gestures more easily, although he’ll never become quite as good at spontaneous physical gestures of affection.

✧ Throughout the entire time he remains impressively blush free, although he does tense quite a lot.

𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐫

✧ You’ve seen how the poor elf froze when Aragorn simply hugged him. He’s very unused to gestures like this.

✧ He does like them - or at least, judging by the way he’ll steadily grow red he thinks he does. Or maybe he simply likes you.

✧ You have almost certainly triggered his fight/flight/freeze instinct on more than one occasion with a surprise hug, although he’s getting better at it. There’s a low chuckle, and a small smile when he realises it’s just you.

✧ People being this naturally affectionate is a curiosity to him, but when it comes from you it’s something he’s eager to know more about.

✧ Although the gestures, the small kiss on your forehead in greeting and such, are at first stiff and uncertain he gets better with them.

✧ Half the time when he’s greeting you with a forehead kiss, his lips really want to ask you ‘what are we?’. Or perhaps kiss yours.

✧ Still, Haldir is content to wait for a while. Even if he freezes up, your gestures still mean so much to him.

✧ Things become clearer when you eventually start courting, and all the affection feels more natural to him.

✧ There’s moments where Haldir simply blushes as he stands next to you, but every day the elf becomes more sure of your bond - and gives more expression to it.

𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐫

✧ Also blushes a lot, his breath slightly catching before he tries to amend whatever he’s done. A small cough, or perhaps a bow to you in greeting - a vague hope some of the red will have gone when he comes up again.

✧ How you greet him, the quick kisses or the hugs, pulls him straight into romance stories he hasn’t read (or at least acknowledged reading) since he was a young elfling.

✧ And even then the gestures where between those already together, not like the two of you.

✧ Yet he doesn’t ever draw away, finds his gaze lingering on whatever has occurred.

✧ After the first time you’d braided his hair he’d nervously approached you again, asking if you braid it the following day as well.

✧ What you’re doing is unusual, but he can’t bring himself to care. Even the worries he has about seem to dissipate when you smile at him, or say goodbye with a kiss.

✧ Even after you start courting he still can’t stop his face from blushing horribly. Although he no longer hides it - he’s proud to be that deeply in love with you.

𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐫

✧ When you first meet him, your interaction is brief. Not too many words exchanged as he talks to you, and then again as you disappear. Except for ‘goodbye’ kiss you give him.

✧ It’s feather light, but as an elf he could feel it so clearly. The brush of your lips against his skin, the way your eyes had sparkled. How quickly blush had rushed to his cheeks.

✧ Meludir lifts a hand to the spot you touched him, almost as if expecting something. But there is nothing, just the memory of your affection.

✧ Unlike the other elves, he can’t help but try to seek out your affection. Returning a friendly kiss with a gesture of his own, even if he can’t quite bring himself to kiss you back.

✧ There’s always a smile on his face after you’ve done something, big or small, and a sprinkling of blush to accompany it.

𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧

✧ The first time you do such a gesture to him he’s quite certain that it’s by mistake.

✧ The second time you do it, or something similar, you can see him freeze for a second (trying to process it) before he turns to you. Almost confused, trying to understand why.

✧ Feren eventually just accepts it, although that doesn’t stop him from getting slightly flustered.

✧ As a diplomat the brief kisses, the friendly greetings aren’t too bad. He can adapt, he can get used to this new social interaction. What he can’t get used to is the more intimate gestures of affection.

✧ You truly see him flustered for the first time when you offer to braid his hair. The way he looks to you, words suddenly gone as you smile at him.

✧ It’s also these interactions he craves more than anything else.

𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐥

✧ There is a small part of you that’s, quietly, intimidated by the golden warrior. But when he laughs with you, a rich, lighter laugh than you expected accompanied by a radiant smile, you realise you have nothing to be afraid of.

✧ Still, the goodbye hug you give him is slightly shy.

✧ There’s a moment where he simply lets you hug him, before he ever-so-gently returns the gesture; careful to be light and to not trap you.

✧ The smile he had on his face is still there when you pull away, which gives you a little more confidence.

✧ And Glorfindel is so happy you have the confidence. He’ll still blush when you’re affectionate, but it’s more because he likes you than he’s embarrassed.

✧ (One exception is the kisses, which do turn his ears red. He still looks forward to them from you, however.)

✧ Will return quite a few of the gestures, although like Thranduil you have to remind him that you’re not made of glass.

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n0tamused · 5 months ago

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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 in time.

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

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danger-xylophones · 2 months ago

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Hello there! I’ve just been looking at some of your Tolkien asks for the elves and I thought you were a really good writer, so I was wondering if you’d be open to writing about how the elves would react to finding out their human friend had parents that didn’t get along that well or argued a lot, and just really disliked each other? I don’t even know if they’d even have a concept of that, because elvish couples love once and forever. If you don’t want to write that, it’s perfectly ok. I understand that this is a sensitive topic for a lot of people, but I just wanted to ask :) Regardless, have a nice day!

Warnings: discussion of unstable/unhappy house holds, illusions to abuse/neglect

Note: I’ve included some elves invented for ROP and The Hobbit movies

Note 2: thank you for this request, it led me down several rabbit holes and now I know exactly how fucked up Celebrimbor’s father was

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I think the elves understand on some base level that it is possible for parents to hate each other, especially the ones that interact with humans more often like Elrond.

They’re timeless beings after all, who have seen the rise and fall of countless kingdoms of man. They know the propensity for greed and malice.

But it’s always abstract to them the same way true death is.

In the back of their minds they think it must have such an adverse effect on the child that it would be easy to spot.

Some are naive enough to assume that every person that chose to follow Morgoth and Sauron must have had parents who hated each other.

So when you reveal that you grew up in such a household it rocks their shit it startles quite a few of them.

In order from least to most surprised:

Arondir

As a guard of the south lands, he is constantly dealing with humans. He understands, I think best of all those listed, the broad range of dynamics possible in a human household and I’m sad to say he’s probably had to break up quite a few fights between parents.

So when you tell him, he’s rather unfazed. Not to say that he doesn’t care that you grew up in such a household but he knows that it isn’t something some people like to talk about. He offers you a firm squeeze on the shoulder and offers his ear should you ever want to talk about it though.

If you still live with your parents, he makes a point to start watching them more closely. He wants to be ready should he have to do something.

Elrond

Given his past list of parental figures and him being half-human, Elrond understands the best out of Tolkien’s elves. That’s not say his parents were bad but he has the best experience with uncommon households out of the elves on this list.

Younger or older, he approaches your situation with empathy. Similar to Arondir, he doesn’t try to pry but makes it clear that he is here for you if you want him to be. He also offers up a room in his house if you still live with your parents. He goes a step further though to offer a place to stay to any siblings you have as well.

He doesn’t claim to understand exactly what growing up around people like that does to one’s mental health but he is willing to do the research needed to become an advocate for you and for those who grew up like you.

Galadriel

Galadriel as we know her in the books and PJ’s films has the best intuition about the situation you grew up in. She’s incredibly mature and has a cunning to her that isn’t present in the other elves on this list.

Honestly, she might figure out that your home wasn’t exactly happy before you even tell her - catching all those little signs; the hesitation before mentioning your family, the careful censoring in certain anecdotes, or the complete lack of mentioning them. She catches them and puts two and two together.

I’m torn on if she’d ask you directly or wait for you to tell her. The first option wants for tact but I believe Galadriel can almost see the scars on your psyche and wants to help them heal. Regardless, you are always welcome in Lothlorien should the need arise.

Celebrimbor

Despite how low he is placed, Celebrimbor I think has the closest lived experience to you. He’s down this low because he thinks the shittiness of his father is an exclusive trait to him. It doesn’t actually cross his mind that humans deal with awful parents as well so he is quite shocked to learn this about you.

To be fair, we don’t know who his mother is and by all accounts her and Curufin could have had a wonderful marriage but I find this unlikely given his temper.

Celebrimbor understands best of all the shadow that rests on your shoulders - the creeping dread that rests in your heart whenever you hear a raised voice. Celebrimbor is a good person to rant to because he understands the anger the best and while his father may have committed atrocities in the name of avenging his father - he is careful not to overshadow your own tumultuous feelings whenever you do express them. He just listens, adding scathing commentary when needed.

Honestly, you revealing the truth about your own parents relieves him a little - not because you grew up like that but because someone finally understands what it’s like for him as well. None of the other elves get it. But you do.

Arwen/Elladan/Elrohir

So, the reason these three are grouped together is simple - they’re raised by Elrond. They understand the weird direction of their father’s life and he talks openly about its effect on him with all three of them as they grow up. So, they are a prime example of the elves understanding that parents hating each other is a thing that happens, but none of them have first-hand experience with it.

Arwen, to her credit understands the best out of Elrond’s children. I fully believe she inherited Elrond’s foresight and uses it to intuit what she doesn’t understand already. Still, she is surprised to hear about your parents and tries her best to get her head around it. But she is not immune to the “why did they stay together” question. In her defense, she doesn’t expect you to have an answer.

Her brothers on the other hand do ask you fully expecting you to have some wisdom about it that they don’t. Being some of the youngest elves on this list, it makes sense. They’re mature enough to know that they don’t know everything but not mature enough to comprehend that you don’t know everything either.

All three of them have a million questions but try their best not to bombard you with them. They do, however, insist to their father that he help you with housing if you or your siblings should need it.

Lindir

I believe Lindir to be a smart but sheltered elf. We don’t know how old he is so I personally believe he is on the younger side, maybe barely older than Elladan and Elrohir.

He’s bookish and as a result of that he has a very scholarly understanding of the world - so he has possibly read stories about dysfunction households. But I think he believes them inventions of the author. As in, he thinks they are isolated incidents and not unfortunately common truths for the children of men.

He is floored when you tell him. He is good about not bombarding you with questions but he will ask you why your parents married in the first place. Whether you tell him they were in love once or were a political marriage he can only nod slowly as if he understands (he does not, he is so confused). He can only offer to do what he does best - listen to you if you choose to tell him.

Gil-Galad

Gil-Galad is someone who falls victim to his own preoccupations. It never crosses his mind that the attraction patterns of men are different from elves. He’s not so sheltered to think it impossible but it’s like an out of sight out of mind thing for him. He just doesn’t realize it’s a possibility.

In his defense, he does have a lot of things to worry about as high king and unfortunately the interpersonal politics of humans are not top of the list.

But he’s curious when you tell him and he listens attentively. Whether your parents married for social gain, love, or convenience - he asks careful questions about what it was like to grow up in such an environment. He wants to help and after you tell him this, he resolves to find a way to help other humans currently caught in unhappy households. Depending on your relationship with him (I.e. if it’s platonic) he kind of adopts you. He feels like he wasn’t there for you then but he can be here for you now.

Haldir

Haldir’s hard for me to place. On the one hand, as a border guard he has the chance to interact with more humans than a lot of elves on this list. So that should put him towards the top. But I also think he has a rather insular way of thinking. As in his main concerns are for the elves of Lorien and not the travelers he meets which means he might not inquire about their family lives.

Ultimately, I think he is similar to Gil-Galad in the sense that he just doesn’t think about it. If the few men he speaks to on his travels make a reference to a singular parent, he just assumes the other died because he can’t fully wrap his head around the idea that some people have a potentially volatile home life and might only feel close to one parent. Or neither. His immediate assumption is that the reason a human doesn’t mention their parents is because they died. He doesn’t mean for it to be, it just doesn’t cross his mind on its own.

But, he actually talks to you and when you explain to him that no, they stayed married because it was easier to raise you and your siblings that way but they always fought with each other - he is so shocked. His immediate thought is why didn’t they just leave each other, but he tries to puzzle that out on his own. Ultimately, he is very thoughtful about your circumstance and tries to be someone you can vent to when you need it. If your parents are still alive, he offers to accompany you to visit them if you ever need. And he does his best to secure you a safe place in Lorien should you need it.

Glorfindel

Glorfindel is a great elven warrior able to face many things and take down balrogs. He has no idea that childhood can be one of the most challenging parts of life. And I mean that sincerely. Glorfindel is rather oblivious to the affairs of men prior to his fall. His concerns are Gondolin and the safety of his people.

Now he was alive for the kinslaying, so he is not a stranger to violence against kin. But he thinks that the bond between parents and child is almost sacred and not something easily broken. He is sad when you tell him that the children of men are excluded from the idyllic home life guaranteed to the elves.

But he’s also impressed by you. You’re a good, kind-hearted person despite the tension you grew up in. And he thinks that is something to be admired. He devotes himself to helping establish safe homes for children who grew up like you, especially post-fall and him being sent back to middle earth. And he holds up his promise long after you have perished - committing the house of the golden flower to be a symbol of safe haven.

Tauriel

So, Tauriel, I think is the most understanding of the Woodland elves - she’s a guard, she patrols, I have a feeling she comes into contact with the people of Laketown regularly enough to have experienced a variety of family dynamics.

But she doesn’t expect you to have grown up in a household like that. I think because of Laketown’s apparent poverty post the fall of Dale there is a noticeable uptake in crime. And, unfortunately a lot of crime comes from the broken homes of Laketown - youth acting out to escape their parents bickering, parents causing distress to their children and partners, things like that. I think, subconsciously, she associates unhappy homes with unhappy people.

But you don’t fit the way she thinks. You’re sweet and caring and she feels the weight of cognitive dissonance like a shackle. It takes her awhile to reconcile her view of you but she does her best not to let you see. And she’s decently good at it until she starts asking questions. But she listens carefully and starts to look for warning signs in the people of Laketown that they may need help. She petitions Legolas to speak to his farther to offer refuge to those in Laketown that may need it and asks the dwarves of Erebor to do the same.

Thranduil

Thranduil, I think, suffers from some of the most insular thinking on this list. He focuses on the affairs of his elves and pays no mind to the problems of men. It’s how he’s kept his people safe.

Now, I personally, think Oropher was not the kindest father. I think he was stern and hard to please because he expected the best of himself and his people. So, this affects Thranduil’s perspective on parents quite a bit. He may feel that he was unloved at times but he can attest that his father loved his mother even if he was not good at displaying it. His views are skewed to say the least. So he thinks you’re exaggerating at first.

If two people hated each other as much as you claim, why would they have a child together? Let alone stay together to raise that child?

It takes a lot of explaining for him to realize exactly what you grew up in. And when he does, he feels awful for not believing you. He’s not the best at apologies but he tries to make up for it by extending his services to Laketown. He does eventually find it within himself to apologize to you, directly. And asks that you help him understand.

Legolas

He is gobsmacked. Genuinely, so shocked. I firmly believe that Legolas is one of the youngest elves on this list and as a result he still has some maturing and learning to do.

If this is during the fellowship, he has to ask Boromir and Aragorn if you’re telling the truth - that two people can stay together whilst hating each other. And that it’s common amongst humans. He then gets to learn about Boromir’s childhood as well.

His heart breaks a little. He wants only the best for the people he cares about so he’s saddened and angry to hear the pain in your voice even if it. Is well hidden. He promises, as your friend, to never let you be reminded of your family’s pain. It’s a naive promise but one he means full heartedly.

Note 3: thank you so much for this request, it was a much needed break from King’s Herald and actually helped me solve a plot hole I got into. And thank you for the kind words, I’ve been worried my writing’s gotten stale but hearing that people enjoy it helps me to work out of those funks. Thank you so much.

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earthlybeam · 3 months ago

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As I promised, the other elves version here! I hope you all enjoy it to the fullest. ☺️ Wishing everyone a wonderful day or a peaceful night, wherever you are. Take care and make the most of every moment! ❤️‍🔥🫶✨

Celebrimbor, Glorfindel, Haldir, Lindir versions below.

💍𝓒𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓫𝓸𝓻

The morning light spilled across the stonework of Celebrimbor’s private balcony, a soft golden glow that danced over the polished railings and the scattered tools left from last night’s work. Beyond the edge of Eregion, the Misty Mountains loomed in the distance, wreathed in a gentle haze. A cup of tea rested in his hands, steam curling lazily into the crisp morning air as he took slow, measured sips.

You stepped outside, the scent of metal and embers lingering faintly in the air—his forge was never far from him. Dressed in his usual elegant but practical tunic, Celebrimbor stood tall, silver-threaded dark hair catching in the light. He had been up for hours already, no doubt lost in thought over some new project, but as you approached, his expression softened.

“Good morning,” he greeted, setting his tea aside just in time for you to wrap your arms around him. He huffed out a quiet laugh, surprised but not unwelcoming. His embrace was firm yet careful, a silent acknowledgment of how much he enjoyed this. You hadn’t meant to linger too long, but as soon as your face brushed against his shoulder, his scent filled your lungs—warm like sun-heated parchment, the faintest trace of cedarwood and something metallic, likely from the forge. It was grounding, familiar, and so distinctly him.

He began to pull away slightly, but you hesitated. Instead of letting go, you pressed back in, burying your face against his neck with an exaggerated inhale—one sniff, then another, deeper this time. Celebrimbor stiffened slightly. “What—?” Another sniff. A little louder this time. You let out a small, contented sigh. “Ohhh, you smell so good.”

His entire body went rigid, and then—color. A deep flush creeping up the tips of his pointed ears, traveling down his neck. “I—Meleth!” His voice wavered, entirely caught off guard, his hands briefly hovering in place as if unsure whether to hold you closer or to pry you off.

You sniffed again, more dramatically, making a show of practically melting into him. “Why do you smell this good? It’s unfair.” Celebrimbor exhaled sharply, his fingers twitching against your back. “Is—” He cleared his throat. “Is this a normal greeting for you, or should I be worried?” You peeked up at him, cheek still pressed against his shoulder, utterly delighted at his rare display of flustered confusion. “I dunno, maybe you just smell extra nice today.”

Poor Celebrimbor looked torn between amusement and sheer mortification. He was accustomed to admiration for his craft, for his skill, but being openly appreciated like this? By you? He didn’t know how to handle it. “I—I do bathe regularly,” he muttered, trying to compose himself, but his voice cracked ever so slightly.

You grinned, taking one final, obnoxiously loud inhale for good measure. “Mmmm. Sure hope you do, it’s Perfection.” He groaned, pressing a hand over his face, but you caught the small, helpless smile tugging at his lips. “Valar help me,” he mumbled under his breath, but his arms remained wrapped around you all the same.

☀️𝓖𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓵

The sun was beginning to set, draping Imladris in a golden glow as you walked toward the training grounds. The scent of grass, warmed stone, and crisp evening air filled your senses, but none of it compared to what you were truly after—the distinct, familiar scent of him. Glorfindel stood near the racks of practice swords, wiping the sweat from his brow with a cloth. His golden hair, slightly tousled from sparring, shimmered under the fading light. His tunic clung slightly to his frame, proof of a hard-fought session, and the fresh scent of clean sweat mixed with something distinctly him—a deep, grounding blend of pine, leather, and a warmth that was uniquely Glorfindel.

The moment he saw you, his entire expression softened. His eyes—bright and full of warmth—lit up as he approached, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “Meleth nîn,” he greeted you, his voice carrying the slight breathlessness of exertion. Without hesitation, he pulled you into a firm embrace, his strong arms wrapping securely around you. The hug was warm, enveloping, safe. You buried yourself into his chest, feeling the lingering heat from his workout. But then—you caught it. That scent. You inhaled once, deeply. Oh.

It was intoxicating, grounding yet heady. Your fingers gripped the fabric of his tunic just slightly, savoring it, letting the scent of him wash over your senses. But just as Glorfindel began to ease back from the hug, you weren’t done. Before he could fully withdraw, you leaned in again, pressing your nose to the crook of his neck, drawing in another deep inhale—this time harder, like you were melting into it. Glorfindel froze. You felt his muscles tense slightly in surprise before he let out a soft, breathy chuckle. “Oh?” His voice dipped into amused curiosity. But you weren’t finished. Another sniff. Deeper. As if committing his scent to memory.

Glorfindel’s laughter rumbled in his chest this time, golden and warm. “Meleth, what are you doing?” His tone was playful, but you could hear the undercurrent of sheer delight. You mumbled against his shoulder, your words muffled, “You just—smell so good.” That was it. He laughed again, a rich, joyous sound, as his arms tightened around you in response. He dipped his head slightly, his breath brushing against your temple as he leaned into the hug once more instead of pulling away.

“Do I?” He mused, teasing. “I suppose I should train more often if it earns me this kind of welcome.” A hint of smugness laced his words, but beneath it was unmistakable affection. His large hand came up to cradle the back of your head, allowing you to breathe him in as long as you wanted. And when you finally pulled back, a little dazed, a little blissed out, he smirked and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Remind me to spar every day, then,” he murmured, utterly pleased with himself.

🏹𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓭𝓲𝓻

Haldir had just returned from his patrol, the last golden hues of the sun slipping beneath the boughs of Lothlórien, casting the trees in soft twilight. His steps were measured, composed as always, but there was a quiet ease in his posture—his duty for the day was complete, and now he could rest. As he approached, his keen eyes softened ever so slightly at the sight of you waiting for him.

You met him with a warm embrace, stepping into his arms without hesitation. His body was firm, strong from years of discipline, but the way his arms encircled you was deliberate, careful—protective. The faint scent of the forest clung to him, mixed with something inherently Haldir—a crisp, clean scent like rain on ancient wood, tinged with the faintest trace of the elven oils used to care for his armor and weapons. As he moved to pull away, you hesitated for just a moment, your head tilting slightly. Then, instinct took over. You leaned back in, pressing your face lightly to the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply. Oh.

The scent was intoxicating—earthy yet ethereal, familiar yet utterly irresistible. Your first breath was slow and savoring, but the second… oh, the second was deeper, hungrier, a slow, deliberate inhale that sent a delightful shiver through your spine. You let out a small, pleased hum, utterly melting into him.

Haldir, still holding you, stiffened ever so slightly. His hands, resting at your back, faltered for the briefest moment as his mind registered exactly what you were doing. He was not unused to your affection, but this… “…Meleth nín,” he murmured, his voice carrying both amusement and wary confusion. “Are you… scenting me?” You didn’t respond immediately—too lost in the moment, nuzzling just slightly closer to take in another breath. His warmth, his presence, the way his scent wrapped around you—it was overwhelming in the best possible way.

Haldir exhaled slowly through his nose, his grip on you tightening, though whether in mild embarrassment or something else entirely, you weren’t sure. “You are lingering,” he noted dryly, though his tone betrayed no real protest. His hands found your waist, and his thumb absently traced a slow circle against your back—a silent indulgence, despite his perplexed reaction.

You finally pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, your lips curved in a pleased smile. “You smell incredible.” For the first time in a long while, Haldir looked momentarily caught off guard. He blinked, tilting his head slightly as if to process your words. Then, in an almost imperceptible movement, his lips twitched. “Do I?” You nodded enthusiastically. “Like the forest after the rain… and something else. Something… you.”

Haldir let out a quiet chuckle, a rare, fleeting sound. “You are fortunate no others are here to witness this.” You raised a brow. “Oh? Would your fellow wardens find this amusing?” He exhaled through his nose, the faintest smirk ghosting across his lips. “They would find me amusing.” His fingers curled slightly against your waist. “And I cannot allow that.” You grinned, leaning in once more—not for another deep inhale this time, but to press a soft kiss against the curve of his jaw. “Then it shall be our secret.”

Haldir hummed, his arms subtly tightening around you, as if weighing the idea of letting you go just yet. Eventually, he exhaled, lowering his forehead briefly against yours before murmuring, “Very well. But be warned, meleth nín… I will remember this.” And with that, the mighty Marchwarden of Lórien—stoic, disciplined, ever-composed—allowed himself the smallest moment of indulgence, leaning just slightly into your embrace, letting the warmth of you settle into him like the hush of twilight over the Golden Wood.

🎻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓻

Lindir had been carefully organizing a collection of books in Elrond’s library, his fingers gliding along the spines with practiced precision. The scent of parchment, aged ink, and the faint lingering of herbal tea from earlier clung to the air. It was peaceful, quiet—the way he preferred it—until he heard the soft shuffle of footsteps behind him. He barely had time to react before you wrapped your arms around him in a greeting hug, your warmth pressing against his back. Lindir tensed at first, startled, but quickly exhaled, relaxing into your embrace. He always did when it was you.

“Ah—m-meleth,” he murmured softly, the tips of his ears already tinged with pink. His voice was always composed, even when his heart wasn’t. “You startled me.” You hummed in amusement, your head resting against his shoulder. “Couldn’t help it,” you admitted. “You looked too huggable.” Lindir let out a quiet chuckle, his hands hovering uncertainly before gently resting atop yours. He wasn’t one for grand displays of affection in public—or even in private, really—but he cherished these moments, small as they were.

Then, just as he was about to step away, you moved. Your nose brushed against the side of his neck, your breath warm against his skin as you took in a deep inhale. Lindir froze. His entire body went rigid, fingers gripping the edges of the book he was holding as if it were his only lifeline. You didn’t stop there—no, you leaned in again, this time inhaling deeper, as if completely melting from the scent of him. By the Valar. Lindir’s breath hitched audibly, his entire face blooming into a shade of red so deep it rivaled the sunset over Imladris. “W-What are you doing?!” His voice cracked, utterly scandalized.

“You smell so good,” you sighed, completely unbothered, nuzzling closer before giving another, even harder sniff. Lindir’s brain promptly short-circuited. A strangled sound escaped him—something between a gasp and an embarrassed whimper—before he practically bolted out of your hold, spinning on his heel with wide, mortified eyes.

“I—You—Th-That is—” He sputtered, struggling to form coherent words. He took an urgent step back, only to bump into the bookshelf behind him. The books rattled in protest. His entire posture was stiff, hands clutched at his robes as if he could physically anchor himself to dignity. You, on the other hand, just grinned. “What?” you teased, tilting your head. “I like your scent.” Lindir made a sound that could only be described as an overwhelmed squeak. His hand flew to his face, covering his mouth as if that would somehow help suppress the furious blush overtaking him. His heart was pounding.

Elbereth, how was he supposed to function after that? “You cannot—cannot just—sniff me like that in public!” he stammered, voice a strangled whisper as if afraid someone might overhear. “I am working! This is a library! There are rules!” You just leaned in slightly, mischief dancing in your eyes. “So… I can do it when we’re not in public?”

Lindir visibly malfunctioned. His pointy ears twitched. His lips parted in stunned horror. His soul nearly left his body. “I—” He looked as if he was about to combust, his face buried behind both hands now, but the way his shoulders trembled told you he was suppressing the urge to flee. It was adorable. You couldn’t help but laugh, reaching forward to gently pry his hands from his face. “Alright, alright, I’ll behave,” you conceded, amusement still dancing in your expression. “But you do smell amazing, just so you know.”

Lindir swallowed thickly, looking absolutely wrecked by your words. He exhaled, still pink-faced, but his lips twitched into something shy, hesitant. “…You are utterly incorrigible,” he muttered, shaking his head as he turned back to his task—though his hands were still visibly shaking. And yet, as you watched him fluster about, you didn’t miss the way his ears remained red for the rest of the afternoon.

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agentflowerpot · 5 months ago

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You cooked something you wanted them to try it by hand feeding them on a spoon so “hey will you try this for me please?” moves spoon closer to their lips and says “open”

Headcanons: Gil Galad, Celebrimbor, Thranduil, Elrond, Glorfindel, Haldir, Lindir.

This first post I hope anyone whom ever reads this enjoys, I been inspired by @earthlybeam random chaos love your writing so much makes my day ♡

Gil~Galad

You stood before Gil-galad, a small plate of steaming food in hand, the aroma of roasted vegetables and spiced honey filling the air. You had spent a good portion of the afternoon preparing it, perfecting every detail—just the right balance of sweetness and warmth. Now, you felt a spark of excitement, the hope that he’d enjoy it dancing in your chest.

“Gil-galad,” you said, your voice light with anticipation. “I made something special. Will you try it for me?”

He turned to face you, those sharp, piercing eyes of his studying you with a mixture of curiosity and caution. Always the composed king. “What is it?”

“Just a little something,” you replied with a grin, teasing him. “Go ahead, trust me. Open.”

You held out a spoon toward him, the delicate blend of roasted carrots, parsnips, and a drizzle of honey gleaming in the soft light of the room. You could see the slight hesitation in his gaze, though it was only for the briefest of moments.

He raised a brow, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You ask much of me, my friend,” he said in his usual, controlled tone, though there was no real reluctance in his voice.

“Open,” you repeated, your gaze steady but playful as you moved the spoon closer to his lips.

Gil-galad hesitated for a mere heartbeat before finally complying, his lips parting slightly as you guided the spoon to his mouth. He didn’t rush, but took the bite with calm elegance, the High King in him even in the simplest of moments.

His eyes closed for a moment as he chewed, clearly savoring the taste. When he opened them again, they met yours, warm and thoughtful, with a quiet appreciation.

“Well,” he began, a slight smile now forming on his face, “it seems your cooking skills match your ability to challenge me. This is… quite good.”

You grinned, feeling a small triumph surge through you. “I’m glad you think so.”

Gil-galad didn’t speak again, but there was something in his expression—something akin to soft amusement—that made your heart flutter. He had been the ever-dignified ruler, but in this moment, you could see a different side of him, a side that only you would know: the quiet joy of something simple, something shared.

“More?” you offered, your tone teasing.

His smile deepened ever so slightly. “Only if you insist.”

You could hardly keep the grin off your face as you moved to feed him another bite, this time feeling the weight of his gaze on you more than ever.

Celebrimbor

You stood in the kitchen, carefully placing the last spoonful of a delicate dish you’d spent hours perfecting—honey-glazed figs stuffed with creamy goat cheese and roasted almonds. The aroma was tantalizing, rich and sweet with a hint of warmth from the oven. You were excited, eager to share the fruits of your labor with Celebrimbor, who was lingering nearby, seemingly lost in his thoughts as he inspected one of his many crafted items.

“Celebrimbor,” you called, your voice light with anticipation. His head tilted up at the sound of your voice, those amber eyes momentarily shifting from the mithril work in his hands to you. He smiled, though the slight furrow between his brows suggested he was still thinking through something—likely a design flaw or a new idea for his next project.

“Yes?” he replied, his tone soft but curious.

“I made something,” you said with a mischievous grin, stepping forward with a small plate in hand, carefully holding the figs on a silver dish. “I know how much you appreciate fine craftsmanship, so I thought I’d offer you a taste of mine.”

You took a step closer, the plate balanced gently in your hands as you met his gaze. “Will you try this for me, please?”

He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth quirking in a way that suggested his interest was piqued, though his expression remained mostly neutral. “For you?” he asked, his voice low with a hint of amusement. “I suppose I could be persuaded.”

Grinning wider, you leaned in slightly, taking one of the figs on the spoon and moving it towards his lips with exaggerated care. “Open,” you said, a playful note in your voice as you held the spoon just inches away from his mouth.

Celebrimbor blinked, a moment of hesitation flickering across his face. He’d spent a lifetime surrounded by the finest artisans and craftsmen, but this—this was different. There was a tenderness in your gesture that made him pause, just for a second, before his lips parted and he allowed you to feed him.

The bite was small, delicate, and as he tasted it, his expression shifted from mild curiosity to something warmer, something softer. His eyes closed for a brief moment, savoring the flavor.

“It is…” He opened his eyes, fixing you with an expression that was part surprise, part admiration. “Delightful,” he said, his voice thoughtful, the corners of his lips twitching with a restrained smile. “You’ve a talent for this, as well.”

You couldn’t help but grin, pleased with the reaction. “You don’t have to be so formal, Celebrimbor. You can say it’s fantastic if you want.”

He chuckled quietly, the sound rich and warm. “Perhaps you’ll hear that from me when I’ve had more. One is hardly enough to judge.”

You nodded, offering him another bite, this time bringing the spoon closer and meeting his gaze with a teasing gleam. “I suppose I’ll have to make more then. Wouldn’t want to leave you hanging with just one taste.”

He didn’t fight you this time, and though he maintained his usual air of dignity, there was an undeniable warmth in the way he accepted the next spoonful.

“You’re quite the temptation,” he murmured, a quiet but genuine note of affection in his words. “I must confess, I’ve rarely been so distracted from my work.”

A satisfied smile curled on your lips as you watched him, both pleased with the food and the response it garnered. It was rare for him to show such vulnerability, and it made every moment you shared feel all the more precious.

Thranduil

You watched Thranduil with quiet anticipation as you held out the spoon in front of him, a small, delicate spoonful of honeyed pears glistening in the soft light of the evening. The sweet fragrance of the fruit and spices seemed to hang in the air, almost teasing his senses. You had spent hours preparing this dish, carefully infusing the pears with a blend of forest herbs that you’d hoped would appeal to his refined tastes.

“Your Majesty,” you began, voice a touch playful. “Would you do me the honor of trying something I made?”

Thranduil’s gaze shifted from the fire, sharp and calculating, as though he were weighing your words against the silence of the forest that surrounded his kingdom. His eyes, as cold and green as the ancient woods he ruled, bore into you, but for a moment, you swore you saw a glint of curiosity in them.

You took a step closer, the spoon moving ever so slightly toward his lips. His posture didn’t change—proud, composed, and regal as always—but there was something in the air now, a shift, as if he was waiting for something from you. A challenge, perhaps.

“Try it,” you urged again, smiling mischievously, “I promise it won’t bite.”

A low, almost imperceptible hum vibrated in his chest, his fingers tightening slightly around the armrest of his chair, but he didn’t speak for a moment. Thranduil’s lips parted ever so slightly, eyes narrowing in that regal, almost imperious way of his. Still, his gaze lingered on the spoon.

“Open,” you said again, voice quiet but confident.

He hesitated, just for a second, as if considering whether to indulge you, but then, ever so slowly, he leaned forward. His lips parted just enough to accept the bite, and you watched him as you fed him the honeyed pears.

The moment the fruit touched his tongue, a soft sigh escaped his lips—one that was nearly inaudible, but you heard it all the same. Thranduil’s eyes fluttered closed for just a second, as though savoring the taste. When they opened again, you saw something akin to surprise flicker in their depths.

“…This is…unexpected,” he murmured, and for a fleeting moment, his usual arrogance seemed to soften.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. “Unexpected in a good way, I hope?”

A small, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Perhaps,” he replied, his voice lowering just slightly. “It would be rude to say otherwise, wouldn’t it?”

You leaned in a little closer, offering him another spoonful, your gaze locked with his. Thranduil’s expression remained unreadable, but there was something in his eyes now, something that made you think you had won a small victory in his unyielding kingdom.

“Well,” you said, raising an eyebrow, “I’m glad to hear that.”

For a brief moment, Thranduil seemed to be lost in thought, a rare thing for him, before he met your gaze again, his lips twitching slightly. “Do not mistake me,” he said, his voice regaining its usual, regal tone. “I am still not accustomed to being fed like some pet.”

You chuckled lightly. “Oh, I’m certain the great Elven King can tolerate a little bit of indulgence.”

He only raised an eyebrow in response, as though silently challenging your audacity, but you noticed that he didn’t pull away. In fact, his fingers brushed the edge of your hand for a fraction of a second, the faintest hint of contact—brief, but deliberate.

It was enough for you to know that, despite his aloof demeanor, something about your small act of defiance, your playful challenge, had softened the armor around him—if only for a moment.

“Perhaps,” he said quietly, “you may do this again. But only if I deem it worthy.”

You grinned, knowing that this, at least, was a victory you’d savor. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Elrond

You stood in front of Elrond, a small plate of carefully prepared elvish honey cakes in your hands, the soft aroma filling the air. You were quite proud of the delicate treat you had made, the perfect balance of sweetness and texture that you hoped would please his refined tastes.

“Lord Elrond,” you said, a playful gleam in your eye, “will you try this for me, please?”

He looked up from his work, his piercing grey eyes narrowing slightly in curiosity. His composed, noble demeanor never faltered, but there was a faint lift at the corner of his lips, a sign that he was accustomed to your antics.

His brow arched ever so slightly, but he said nothing as you held up the spoon, the golden cake perched delicately upon it.

You moved the spoon closer to his lips and smiled, “Open.”

Elrond’s eyes flickered to the spoon, then back to you, his gaze sharp and steady. There was an almost imperceptible pause before he slowly parted his lips, allowing you to feed him. As he tasted the cake, you watched closely for any hint of approval.

The sweetness lingered on his tongue, and for a moment, you wondered if he would give you the satisfaction of a compliment. His eyes softened ever so slightly, though he remained quiet, his usual reticent self.

Finally, after a thoughtful moment, Elrond spoke, his voice low and measured. “It is… pleasing,” he said, the words carefully chosen, his gaze still locked on you. “But I believe the true sweetness lies in your company.”

Your heart skipped a beat, his tone unexpectedly warm. You couldn’t help but smile, feeling a warmth spread through you. “Well,” you teased, “I suppose I’ll take that as a compliment, Lord Elrond.”

He gave you one of his rare, fleeting smiles—enigmatic and almost imperceptible—but the sincerity behind it was unmistakable. “A rare one, for you,” he added, his voice carrying a hint of affection, though it was wrapped in his usual quiet poise.

You couldn’t resist. “I may need to feed you more often if I’m to hear more of these compliments, my lord.”

Elrond, as always, remained composed, but there was a soft glint in his eyes that made it clear he had appreciated your light-heartedness—if only for a moment.

Glorfindel

You watched as Glorfindel took a seat, the soft glow of the fire casting a warm light on his features. There was something about his presence that made everything seem brighter—his golden hair catching the light, his easy smile, and that warm energy that radiated from him like the sun itself.

“Glorfindel,” you called softly, the dish in front of you nearly ready. “Hey, will you try this for me, please?”

He looked up, raising an eyebrow in curiosity, a teasing grin spreading across his face. “What is it this time? Something I can’t resist?”

You smiled, holding up a spoon of steaming porridge. It wasn’t just any porridge, though—it was a special recipe you’d made, infused with berries, a touch of honey, and a dash of cinnamon. It was rich, comforting, and warm, much like the way Glorfindel made you feel whenever he was near.

“Open,” you said playfully, moving the spoon closer to his lips.

Glorfindel chuckled softly, glancing at the spoon, and then back to you. “Is this some sort of test, my friend? You’ve been known to challenge me before.”

You didn’t answer, just grinned and held the spoon steady.

“Very well,” he sighed dramatically, a mock pout pulling at his lips. “If I must…” And with that, he opened his mouth, letting you feed him the bite.

The moment the flavor hit his tongue, his eyes widened, and for a split second, he looked completely taken aback. “Well, I didn’t expect that,” he murmured, reaching for the spoon with an exaggerated air of seriousness, though his lips were still curved in amusement. “This… this is good. Too good, perhaps. Are you sure you didn’t sneak in a little magic?”

You shrugged, feigning innocence. “A little bit of magic, maybe. But mostly just love… and a lot of honey.”

Glorfindel laughed heartily, his golden laughter ringing through the room like music. “A dish made with affection,” he teased. “How can I refuse?”

“Will you eat the rest?” you asked, handing him the bowl.

“Of course,” he replied, taking the bowl from you. “But I may require a second helping to ensure I am not mistaken about its excellence.” He winked, taking another bite and making an exaggerated hum of appreciation.

Your heart fluttered at the playful moment, the light teasing between you two feeling like something more. “I’m glad you liked it,” you said softly, watching as he polished off the rest of the food with a satisfied sigh.

Glorfindel set the bowl aside and leaned back, his gaze softening. “You are truly a marvel, my friend. Not just with your words, but with your cooking as well. You have my loyalty forever, if only for the meals you provide.”

You grinned. “Then I suppose I’ll just have to keep feeding you, won’t I?”

“Oh, if you insist,” he replied with another laugh, the warmth between you both settling in like a familiar, comforting embrace.

And in that moment, as he smiled at you, you couldn’t help but feel that, yes, this was a kind of magic all its own.

Haldir

You stood in front of Haldir, your excitement bubbling over as you presented the dish you had spent hours perfecting. The warm, sweet scent of roasted root vegetables and spiced honey filled the air, mingling with the slight tang of fresh herbs. You could barely contain your grin as you stirred the concoction one final time in the pot.

“Haldir,” you said, practically bouncing on your toes, “Will you try this for me, please?”

His brows furrowed in suspicion as he looked down at the spoon you were holding out, but he didn’t refuse. The glint in your eyes told him this was a request he could not decline.

You slowly moved the spoon closer to his lips, your voice soft but commanding. “Open.”

He hesitated for only a fraction of a moment before parting his lips, the look in his eyes one of mild curiosity mixed with uncertainty. As the spoon hovered just inches from his mouth, he studied you with a raised brow, a quiet challenge in his gaze.

“Do not make me regret this,” he murmured, though there was a trace of amusement in his tone.

With a grin, you fed him the bite, watching intently as he tasted it. Haldir’s expression remained neutral for a long, agonizing second, and you held your breath. Then, he swallowed, his lips pursing slightly as he considered the flavor.

“It’s… interesting,” he said at last, voice measured but with a hint of something faintly approving. “What is it?”

You were already beaming, pleased that he hadn’t immediately recoiled. “Roasted root vegetables with a honey and herb glaze. It’s a recipe I wanted to try.”

Haldir gave a small, approving nod, his face softening for just a moment as he dipped his head. “Not bad, for a mortal dish.”

“You know, you can say you like it,” you teased, taking the spoon back. “It won’t kill you.”

He gave you a side glance, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Perhaps. But I am still uncertain of this… ‘mortal’ food.”

“You don’t know what you’re missing,” you laughed, offering him another bite. “Come on, just one more for the sake of science.”

Haldir raised an eyebrow, then sighed. “You will be the death of me,” he muttered, but he allowed you to feed him another bite. His reaction this time was slightly more positive, his lips quirking in a rare, reluctant smile.

“Fine,” he said, leaning back. “I suppose it’s not entirely terrible.”

Lindir

You had spent the afternoon in the kitchen, experimenting with a new recipe that you were sure would impress Lindir. You had crafted a delicate blend of spices and herbs, preparing a savory dish with a hint of sweetness—a roasted root vegetable puree with a dash of honey and rosemary, topped with toasted nuts for a little crunch. It was simple, but you were certain it was perfect.

Lindir was lounging by the fire, absorbed in his lute, the soft hum of the strings filling the room. You watched him for a moment, smiling to yourself, before moving toward him with the spoon, the dish balanced carefully in your hand.

“Hey, will you try this for me, please?” you asked sweetly, already moving the spoon closer to his lips. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, the faintest glint of curiosity in his gaze.

“Try what?” he asked, brow furrowed, though he didn’t pull away. You could see the wariness on his face—he knew you well enough to recognize that this was no ordinary request.

“It’s something I made,” you said, teasing him with a grin. “I promise it’s not poisonous.” You hovered the spoon a little closer, maintaining that playful glint in your eyes.

Lindir shifted his weight, sighing dramatically as if he were about to indulge you, though you saw the tiny twitch of a smile on his lips. “Very well,” he said with an exaggerated sigh, leaning slightly forward. “But I expect a full report on what I am about to ingest.”

You smirked. “I’ll consider it an honor. Now, open.”

There was the briefest hesitation before his lips parted, just a fraction, enough for you to slide the spoon inside. As soon as he tasted the puree, his eyebrows shot up, and his eyes widened ever so slightly.

“Well?” you prompted, unable to hide the eager anticipation from your voice.

He chewed thoughtfully, the taste seeming to settle on his tongue as he processed the flavors. For a brief moment, he seemed lost in it, his usual composure slipping just enough to reveal a flicker of surprise.

“Hmm,” he finally said, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, “it’s unexpected. But… not unpleasant.” His voice was laced with amusement, though there was still a note of genuine intrigue beneath his words. “I must admit, you have caught me off guard.”

You leaned in, grinning widely. “Caught you off guard? I’m glad I’m not entirely predictable.”

He rolled his eyes, though the smile that tugged at his lips betrayed his amusement. “You are nothing if not persistent. And insufferable.”

“Oh, come now,” you said, pretending to be wounded. “I just wanted to share something delightful with you.”

Lindir’s eyes narrowed playfully as he tilted his head. “Delightful, indeed. If a little… adventurous.”

“You like it,” you teased, eyes twinkling.

“I did not say that.” He raised an eyebrow, though you could see the faint glint of affection in his gaze, despite his usually cool demeanor. “But I will give you credit. You do have a talent for surprises.”

“Not just a talent,” you shot back. “I have a gift.”

“Hmm,” he murmured, clearly humoring you, though there was no denying the fondness in his voice as he continued to watch you with a mixture of bemusement and quiet admiration.

#gil galad #Celebrimbor #thranduil #elrond #Glorfindel #haldir #lindir #gil galad x reader #Celebrimbor x reader #thranduil x reader #elrond x reader #glorfindel x reader #haldir x reader #lindir x reader #lotrs #rings of power #lotr elves #tolkien

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themerriweathermage · 8 months ago

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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

#modern au headcanons #elrond x reader #glorfindel x reader #lindir x reader #haldir x reader

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vintagerivendel · 8 months ago

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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

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welikeimagines-andfandoms · 1 year ago

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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.

#Glorfindel #Glorfindel imagine #Glorfindel x reader #lindir #lindir imagine #Lindir x reader #Glorfindel x Lindir #Glorfindel x reader x Lindir

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justpostsyeet · 1 year ago

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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.

#lotr #mîr vin universe #glorfindel x mîr x lindir #glorfindel x reader #Glorfindel x oc #linidr x oc #lindir x reader #Glorfindel x lindir #mîr #Glorfindel #lindir #the lord of the rings #lord of the rings #the hobbit #hobbit #the silmarillion #silmarillion

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elfy-elf-imagines · 2 years ago

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▹ 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

#lord of the rings imagine #lotr #tolkien #middle earth imagines #lord of the rings #lord of the rings oneshot #lotr imagine #legolas x reader #legolas imagine #glorfindel x reader #glorfindel imagine #erestor imagine #orophin imagine #lindir imagine #haldir imagines #elladan imagine #thranduil x reader

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rivendellwatch · 2 months ago

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💖 THREE DAYS UNTIL FLUFF WEEK! 💖

That’s right, folks—we are so close to a week of pure, unfiltered softness! March 29th – April 4th will be dedicated to all things warm, snuggly, and heart-melting in Middle-earth!!!💛

Have you prepared your fluff? Are your characters emotionally ready to be wrapped in blankets, given forehead kisses, and told they are loved?

No angst, only joy. (Okay, maybe a single tear of happiness, but that’s it.) 😌💫

I have crafted the cutest, fluffiest, most adorable banners for all of you lovely people who are taking part in Fluff Week 2025: TROP Edition!🌿 Because what’s a fandom event without a little extra sparkle, right? ✨

Whether you wrote the softest fic, created the sweetest art, or simply vibed in the cozy fluff energy, you deserve to be celebrated—and now, you can display your fluff warrior status with pride! 🎖️💖

Here they are!!!

I mentioned a funny "achievement system" for peeps to have fun with, so here they are (you don't have to join it, this is just for FUN):

For Writing One Fic: "First Bite of Fluff" – You’ve taken the first delicious step!

For Writing Three Fics: "Third Time’s the Charm" – And oh, what a charming collection!

For Writing Five Fics: "A Handful of Happiness" – Five fics full of warmth and joy!

For Writing Ten Fics: "Fluff Legend" – Your legacy of softness grows ever stronger!

For Writing One Ship: "Love at First Write" – Because every ship needs a beginning!

For Writing Three Ships: "Fluff Sampler Platter" – A taste of many loves!

For Writing Five Ships: "Cupid’s Favorite" – You’ve spread romance far and wide!

For Writing Ten Ships: "Fluffy Fleet Commander" – So many ships, all sailing strong!

Here are the Fluff Bingo Writing Achievements – Middle-earth Edition! (These will be put with the Bingo prompts card too, don't worry!)

There are 16 spots on the Bingo card so it goes as follows:

"A Single Hobbit Step" – Every great journey begins somewhere!

"Tookish Bravery" – You’ve dared to start, and that’s worth celebrating!

"Soft as a Shire Sunrise" – Your words feel like morning light over Hobbiton!

"Elven Whispers of Fluff" – Your writing carries the grace of Rivendell!

"Halfway to Lothlórien" – Five prompts in, and the golden woods await!

"Second Breakfast of Softness" – Because one serving of fluff is never enough!

"Cuddleworthy Like a Warg Pup" – Feral? Maybe. Adorable? Absolutely.

"Warm as Dwarven Forged Gold" – Your fluff is priceless and treasured!

"A Blanket from Lady Galadriel" – Your writing is a gift of comfort and light!

"You Shall Not Angsty" – Only pure, unfiltered softness here!

"A Hug from Samwise" – You’ve written so much, and it feels like home!

"Elrond’s Seal of Approval" – Even the lore-master himself acknowledges your fluff mastery!

"Softer Than Mithril" – Your words protect the heart like the finest silver!

"As Cozy as a Rohan Hearth" – The fire’s crackling, and your fics feel like home!

"King/Queen of the Cuddle Keep" – Your fluff rules over all Middle-earth now!

"Bingo Baggins, Master of Fluff" – You did it, you absolute legend!

I’ll be dropping the bingo prompt card soon, same for prompts!!! So keep your eyes peeled (not literally, please, that sounds uncomfy) 👀🍞

Here are the hashtags that will help us find each other amongst the flow of posts!:

🌿 #FluffWeek2025 🌿 #RivendellWatchFluffWeek 🌿 #TROPFluffWeek2025 🌿 #TROPFluffWeek

✨ For me to reblog and share your works, make sure to tag [@rivendellwatch] in your posts! ✨ This way, I can see them and spread all the fluff! Let’s fill this event with as much warmth as possible!💛

❓ Frequently Asked Questions – Fluff Week 2025 ❓

Since Fluff Week is right around the corner, I want to make sure everyone has all the info they need! Here are some frequently asked questions about the event, how to participate, and what is (and isn't) allowed. If you still have any questions, feel free to ask!

💛 What kind of works are allowed?

All types of fan creations are welcome, as long as they center on fluff! That includes: ✨ Fanfiction (one-shots, drabbles, multi-chapter fics etc) ✨ Fanart (drawings, comics, doodles, digital or traditional) ✨ Moodboards, aesthetics, and playlists ✨ Edits, GIFs, and even memes! ✨ Poetry and headcanons ✨ Anything else creative, as long as it fits the fluff theme!

💛 Are “X Reader” fics allowed?

Absolutely! X Reader, self-insert, and OC-focused works are all welcome. Everyone deserves to be wrapped in the warmth of their favorite characters! Just make sure the fic still fits the fluff theme.

💛 Does it have to be romantic fluff, or can it be platonic/family-oriented?

Fluff is fluff! This event is NOT limited to romantic ships. You can absolutely write about: 💛 Found family dynamics 💛 Siblings, cousins, parent/child, friendship fluff 💛 General soft character moments 💛 Even pets getting some love! (Yes, we absolutely endorse fics about baby Eagles being doted on, or Elrond getting tackled by a million affectionate dogs.)

💛 What are the rules for ships?

While all ships are welcome, there are a few things to keep in mind: ✔️ Keep it fluffy! Even if a ship has a lot of angst or darker elements in canon, your fic must align with the theme of the event. If the ship has an inherently toxic or non-consensual element in canon, you must focus on a softer, kinder interpretation. ✔️ No ship-bashing. This event is a drama-free, ship-war-free space. Let people enjoy their fluff! ✔️ Tag properly. If a pairing is controversial or not widely popular, tag accordingly so participants can curate their experience.

💛 What is NOT allowed?

This event is meant to be a safe, positive space, so certain topics will not be accepted in the AO3 collection or event tag. This includes: 🚫 Anything non-consensual (rape, dubcon, etc.) 🚫 Bullying, harassment, or any abusive behavior (even if resolved in the story) 🚫 Heavy angst or tragedy without a happy/fluffy resolution (the story should leave people feeling warm and comforted!) 🚫 Gore, excessive violence, or horror themes (minor injuries are okay, but nothing graphic or distressing) 🚫 Explicit NSFW/smut (This is an event for fluff! Suggestive themes are fine, but the focus should be on softness and warmth, not explicit content.) 🚫 Dark/evil character interpretations that don’t align with the spirit of fluff (ex: no dark!Annatar manipulating Galadriel, no abusive dynamics reframed as romantic, etc.)

If any of these elements are included in a fic, it will not be added to the AO3 collection or promoted by the event blog.

💛 Where do I post my work?

📌 On AO3: We’ll have an official Fluff Week 2025 collection! Once the event starts, you can add your work there. 📌 On Tumblr/Twitter/etc.: Use the official tags (#FluffWeek2025, #RivendellWatchFluffWeek, etc.) AND tag @rivendellwatch in your post so I can reblog and share your work!

💛 What if I miss a day?

That’s totally fine! You don’t have to post every day—this is a fun, low-pressure event. Feel free to post late, skip days, or pick only the prompts that inspire you.

💛 I don’t want to write/draw, but I still want to participate. Can I?

YES! Cheer on your fellow creators, leave comments, share posts, and spread the fluff! Every little bit of support helps make this a warm and welcoming event!!

If you have more questions, feel free to ask! Let’s make this the softest, sweetest Fluff Week yet! 💛✨

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