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Types of Simps | Imladris

A/N: Finally decided to add the House of Elrond to my list of characters. I've been dying to use this gif.

Types of Simps: Lords of Gondolin | House of Feanor | Ainur | House of Fingolfin

Elrond – the ‘gentleman’ simp

· No seriously, I would let this elf simp over me any day because he’s the definition of a gentleman.

· Whatever it is you are doing, he’s able to juggle his duties as Lord and find the time to spend it with you. Are you going on a walk through the gardens?

· Elrond would randomly come strolling with a smirk and request to accompany your walk as if he wasn't timing you.

· “What a coincidence that we meet on such a fine day Y/N. Perhaps I can ask to join you at such a fair moment?”

· Are you blushing? I hope you are. Small trinkets will begin to arrive at your door with an obvious poetic note attached to them, stating that it was from Lord Elrond.

· He enjoys being in your company and spending every moment of his time with you. It’s as though time is frozen whenever you are around, and he revels in the moment.

· Compliments, praises, flowers, gifts – yes. All of which Elrond would spare no expense in spoiling you. Even if you’re not the type to enjoy lavishly expensive gifts, he’s able to dial it down and turn to a more meaningful approach.

· He always has his arm out for you to hold, pulling your chair out for you to sit, tucking your hair behind your ear and then giving you a heart-warming smile and compliment about you being the most wonderful person to enter his life.

Celebrian – the ‘nervous sweetheart’ simp

· She’s a sweetheart through her natural motherly instincts, thus, she’ll baby you whenever something happens.

· It’s only after when she realizes what she did, or doing, that she’ll embarrassingly blush and hide. You on the other hand would also blush furiously at her sweet and gentle gestures.

· A quick fix of your clothes whenever it’s mismatched, a tuck-in of a loose hair strand, patting your cheeks with a handkerchief when you're flushed or sweating.

· And when she’s finished, she’ll freeze with widened eyes at the realization of her actions once again before mumbling apologies. It’s a cute sight, both of your furiously blushing.

· She loves to help as we can see, but she loves to dish out compliments. She’ll give herself a pep talk only to aggressively compliment you because she was nervous.

· She did that once and you thought she was about to further insult you from the level of aggression.

· If you ever attempt to return the same gestures to her, she’ll go quiet and avert her eyes everywhere except you with twiddling thumbs. She’s just trying not to pass out.

· The best part is that she makes up every excuse in the book just to spend time with you even when she can’t.

Glorfindel – the “overly enthusiastic” simp

· No shame that he simps for you, the most he’ll do is blush and laugh whenever someone mentions it.

· He’s like those excited puppies that haven’t seen their owner for five minutes whenever he sees you. You’re just lucky he hasn’t jumped on you.

· Whenever he sees you, he’s quick to call out your name, letting you know that he’s aware of your presence. He’ll always find himself standing or sitting next to you once the occasion calls for it.

· A compliment for every time he sees you and when you return it, he’d return one right back at you for it to continue back and forth like that.

· His aura naturally glows when you’re near, it’s a fact. One time it happened – the other lords complained about how bright he was.

· He’s your number one hype elf, just like Egalmoth, cheering you on if his profession he takes seriously.

· He never wants to see you sad or down or crying because one time he saw you crying and was ready to draw his sword.

· He enjoys spending time with you and would always make time for you. The good thing is that he’s not the jealous type since he’s so friendly with everyone.

Erestor – the ‘tsundere’ simp

· It would take a miracle to get this suborn elf to show the obvious signs of being interested in you.

· You have to read every action carefully to understand the hidden meanings. “You’re an idiot for running in the rain” please be careful when walking in the rain. “You’re way too short to climb the bookshelf, are you a dwarf?” please ask me for assistance, so I can be close to you.

· He has a way with words that only Glorfindel and Elrond can understand. Heck, they’re the only two who are aware of his crush on you, it’s the golden-haired Lord who would give his friend a push.

· Erestor tries his damn hardest to not treat you any different from the others, but when he sees others approaching you, asking for your hand or gifting you trinkets. Jealousy is his favourite colour unbeknownst to him.

· Because of this, it would only fuel him to act on his emotions a little bit openly. Before he wasn’t fancy walking around Imladris with you, but now he is. If he didn’t use to gift you trinkets, now he was, but secretly.

· It would be the twins or Glorfindel who would point out that Erestor acts differently around you in comparison to everyone else. This just makes him roll his eyes fifty ways.

· “I don’t feel anything for them, I treat them the same as I do the rest of you.” With a tint of blush on his cheeks because it’s not like he scolds you when you mess up his papers or interrupt him, unlike the others.

· Whenever he’s around you, he’s a lot more relaxed even though to any onlooker, he wears the same irritated and annoyed look.

Elrohir – the ‘gentleman’ simp

· Between him and his twin, he’s all the more subtle about his approach to swooning you and he takes after his father and mother.

· He’s a mother hen and breaks character whenever you’re injured or require assistance. Always hovering in the background with the most exasperated worried face ever.

· Quick to assist you with the activity you’re performing, even if he doesn’t have a single clue about how to operate, he’ll sit back and look on. He’ll only join if you offer to teach him – he refuses to make a fool of himself.

· Very subtle with his gestures – doesn’t rush to touch you unless you want to hold his hand (minus being a mother hen), opens doors and pulls out chairs, and carries all your heavy items.

· Sends you flowers with a poetical note attached ‘To the most beautiful flower of them all’. Whenever he’s kissing your hand, he makes eye contact to ensure that you combust.

· Quick to shoot down any request for courtship and proud to make it clear that he has his eyes on you.

Elladan – the ‘overly enthusiastic’ simp

· He’s like a puppy that wants to be all over you and everywhere with you, and it’s painfully obvious to you and everyone that he’s head over heels.

· He gets up early in the morning just to have you watch him spar shirtless and ogle at him, instead, the poor baby catches a cramp while posing too hard.

· He always has a compliment and praise whenever you meet, and it’s only because he nagged Erestor or his twin for some help.

· You want help, he’s tripping over his feet to rush over to your side to aid. He does get a tad bit insecure that you may see his behaviour as childish since you make him giddy. But since you don’t bring it up, he’s relieved.

· Elladan is the type to stand under your window at one in the morning reciting a poem, he pulled from Erestor, for you with a bouquet of flowers.

· Because he’s young, he’s easily jealous. Thus, he’s going to attempt to be at your side 25/8 to ward off any suitors.

· He loves to hold your hand, the feeling of yours being encased in his makes him fly over the moon.

· You’re the one person capable of making him feel like he’s floating above cloud nine and walking with an angel.

Lindir – the ‘nervous/shy’ simp

· He’s quiet and shy whenever he’s around you – he just can’t believe that he’s in the same room with his crush and breathing the same air as them.

· He will need reassurance beyond reassurance. Everyone would have to give him a great big push to speak to you, and if he does, he’s ready to pass out.

· It takes great effort to get him out of his shell, but since he really wants you to know that he likes you, he’ll try.

· Flowers in his hand as he nervously breaks out sweating while handing them over and telling you how lovely you look. If you decide to return a compliment - congratulation, Lindir’s broken.

· Ask him on a walk and link your elbows with him, he’s going to be stuttering and stammering. His heart is ready to fall out.

· Lindir knows that he isn’t ready to openly confess, so he’ll write poems for you and send them along with flowers to your doorstep and then refuse to show himself to you the next day but watch from a distance as you collect the gift.

· As time progresses, when Lindir realizes that you’re not mocking his nervousness around you, his words become more pronounced, and he’ll become inclined to sing you a song.

· Jealousy is there for Lindir, but he’d be unsure about which approach to use to address the problem.

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fantasyworld4ever · 1 year

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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!}

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noirbriar · 4 months

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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.

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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.

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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)

#the lord of the rings #lotr #the silmarillion #the silm #glorestor #elrond #erestor #glorfindel #lindir #the residents of imladris #arwen #bilbo baggins #frodo baggins #finally done!#dont hurt me im soft #ficlet #glorfindel x erestor #elrond has so nany things to resolve imo

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clovenly · 1 year

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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

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theelvenhaven · 2 years

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Ghost Hunting with the Elves

Rivendell

Elrond

When it comes to ghost hunting, Elrond isn’t going to exactly be keen on the idea of wanting to go searching for any kind of trouble. So if he joins you, it is certainly going to be done with the expectations that you are either cleansing the space or helping spirits crossover to Mandos.

Elrond isn’t afraid of what it is lurking in the dark, but that doesn’t mean that his guard isn’t up. He’s not likely to react to anything strange that happens, or anything but seemingly he expects it. Elrond is also very conversative with the spirits that are lurking around- gentle with those benevolent and trying to help them find peace so they can move on. Firm and commanding with those not so much.

Elrond as much as he wasn’t keen on the idea originally, really enjoys doing this with you in his spare time. You’ll probably find that he will subtly ask you when you two can do such a thing again. Happy to tag along with you every time, and also showing you how to protect yourself and help those lonely spirits move on too.

Elladan

Unlike his brother, Elladan believes in both the bad and good kind of spirits, definitely seeing that there is a balance when it comes to the paranormal. For once mor like minded with his father than Elrohir who usually is. Elladan loves a good adrenaline rush, so when you invite him to go ghost hunting with you, he is all game for it.

Elladan certainly doesn’t go unprepared though for such an endeavor, making sure that he knows banishing techniques to be able to ward off negative entities as well as a few cleansing ones. That way neither of you are bringing anything back from these haunted places. You’ll find that you won’t need much to prove to Elladan that ghosts exist, he enjoys running through the what could’ve beens or whys especially when they lead to one conclusion: ghosts.

You’ll find that Elladan is really jumpy the whole entire time, and he finds it absolutely hilarious. That iron gate down the hall slammed shut really loudly? Jumps. Unexpected and sudden moaning? Jumps. Some loud unexplained noise? Jumps. You touching him without him expecting it? Jumps. He finds the whole ordeal hilarious and has a really great time being out in such a spooky setting.

Elrohir

When you invite Elrohir to go ghost hunting with you, Elrohir isn’t going because he believes in benevolent spirits and wants to see if you can find them. He’s going because he certainly believes in the malevolent kind, and doesn’t want you in harms way. Elrohir certainly goes in armed with techniques he’s learned from his father in dealing with them much like his brother.

Everything you discover, or make note of, or even witness with your own eyes that isn’t a danger to you or himself is completely and totally written off or explained away. It gets pretty comical with how hard he tries to explain away everything that happens. Eru forbid if you hear any voices speaking to you and no matter how gentle it is, Elrohir will in fact try and explain it away.

It’s best if you ignore any of his dismissal to your benevolent spirits. Though try as you might to present evidence and give him burdens of proof, there is just no convincing Elrohir that you are there for anything than banishing negative entities from the place. Though if you do encounter any malevolent spirits, for him it’s only proving his case and this is why he’s glad you didn’t come alone. Unlike his brother he doesn’t scare easy and is quick to handle the situation.

Arwen

When you tell Arwen that you are going to go ghost hunting and you want her to come with you she honestly finds that it is a horrible idea. Elrond has taught her many things about spirits- good and bad- and knows how dangerous things can get. While she knows you are less likely to run into anything bad, the risk is certainly there.

You’ll find that she is more likely to try and convince you not to go at all. She runs through a list of reasons as to why you shouldn’t do any ghost hunting because of things that can attach, what you can bring home, the danger you could be in both against spirits and just being a place by yourself. As much as she wants to go with you to her it’s just a no go.

She won’t like it if you decide to go without her, but she won’t stop you either. Arwen will thoroughly have her father look you over when you get back, making sure there is nothing attached to you and that you are safe. Before she will finally let you talk to her about what all you experienced and what all you saw while you were there.

Erestor

When you tell Erestor that you want to go ghost hunting, I think that you will find that he is surprisingly receptive to the whole ordeal. The little secret he has been keeping to himself? He’s pretty sure there may be one in the library, so it he is secretly curious about the supernatural and spirits, etc.

Erestor will do a lot of research ahead of the ghost hunting in an effort to make the ordeal easier to handle. He will learn about the history of the place, the proclaimed ghosts to haunt the area and their life story if he can find anything about them. He does a lot of in depth work to aid in your investigation.

Erestor does indeed scare, but he hides it deep down and very well at that. He doesn’t get jumpy or scream out, but he does get very tense and aggressive. If anything him being scared makes him really angry, though he won’t take it out on you just because he’s scared. Regardless though, ghost hunting with Erestor will certainly be a memorable experience.

Lindir

Try as you might to take Lindir ghost hunting with you, the very idea sends terror through him at having to indulge in such a thing. If Lindir worked up the courage to join you, you’ll find that you will quite literally be having to hold his hand the whole way through the haunted places.

Everything makes him really nervous- strange sounds, smells, hearing voices, or doors closing on their own. He grips your hand really tightly and stays right on top of you as you two walk through the place. Lindir keeps quiet and really dislikes when you invite any ghosts to come and speak or interact with you. He’s nervous something bad would happen to you.

You’re really better off calling it a night early, or not taking him at all. It really puts him far more at ease when he’s not having to run around strange buildings in an effort to “look” for the spirits. Lindir very much likes being at home cozied up together as opposed to that.

Glorfindel

To be perfectly honest, when you bring up ghost hunting with Glorfindel, the first thing he is going to want to do is shield you and the spirits from one another. Knowing they are all tormented and lingering. Yet at your protests he takes your words into consideration before joining you on your endeavor, in the event that something happens to you.

Glorfindel, to the spirits, is like a big beaming beacon of wonderful energy for them to interact with. Every time you bring him you will probably find that they all flock to him and your investigation is chock full of spirit activity. Especially positive spirit activity, as the more malevolent beings are even afraid of him. Seeing that despite their spirit form, he probably could deal with them no matter what.

Glorfindel becomes very receptive to ghost hunting with you, and enjoys very much seeing how you and the spirits interact with one another. He gets highly amused when the spirits interact with him, and is just a big warm ball of sunshine interacting with them in return. Which is why the spirits would like him so much.

Bonus

Haldir

Haldir honestly isn’t keen on the idea of going ghost hunting, let alone you going ghost hunting. Especially alone. So it is mandatory, despite what you think, that he goes with you. Haldir is full of a lot of knowledge about the world, so you will find that he is giving you in depth history and lore lessons about the places that you are frequenting for these.

Haldir is on high alert the whole time that you are there, watching every dark corner to see what else might be lurking in the room. And soothing you when the dark corners seem a little too dark and frightening so you can keep your investigation going. He’s happy to hold your hand and let you drag him all through wherever you may be.

He certainly believes in spirits and the supernatural, but wants you to adhere to whenever he says something is dangerous. Haldir will absolutely put his foot down with you, he doesn’t care how interesting the investigation has gotten for you. If it’s dangerous and he says to bail, it’s time to bail.

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justpostsyeet · 9 months

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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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welikeimagines-andfandoms · 8 months

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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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aeonianarchives · 2 years

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Butterfly Dating

Summery: Glorfindel takes Lindir to a first date in Imladris' butterfly garden Lindir didn't even know existed and one came and landed on his noise, and Elrond is spying on there first date worrying if it's good for Lindir that the golden warrior loves him so much

Oc Introduction: Eirian of Gondolin (I'll make a page about him later and link it)

Pairing: Lindir x Glorfindel

Taglist: @eunoiaastralwings thought some fluff would cheer you up | @elablackcat my partner in crime coming up with ideas for this fic

Soft golden light of late afternoon made way through the archways of the last homely house, it was awfully quite, everyone was still tired after last nights festivities in the hall of fire, few elves roamed the grounds most of them were tired guards who miss the festivities who just got back from there patrol and were changing shifts, Erestor was wide awake in the library given he did not go, even Lord Elrond was having a slow day today, dealing with elves from the greenwood is much harder work than you would of thought, most of the elves from the greenwood were passed out drunk somewhere or another.

Lindir sighed shaking his head as he cleared the empty bottles of wine and glasses from the hall of fire, Glorfindel bounded through the door as energetic as ever.

"Lindir just the ellon I was looking for" The rather cranky elf this day glanced to Glorfindel

"I am clearly very busy at the moment my lord Glorfindel" Lindir said Glorfindel hmmed in displeasure.

"I am sure the staff can clear this up" Glorfindel said looking around wine bottles and empty glass were laying on the floor and tables some even had spilled, the tapestry's and banners that once hang grand in place were now not aligned some even had passed out elves at the bottom of them.

"I am the staff, or well the only one awake the rest are passed out with there mirkwood friends" Lindir said

"You need a break, this is supposed to be your day off take it, leave this mess for them to wake up to and deal with I doubt you want to be moving passed out elves all day to set stuff back in place" Glorfindel said Lindir hmmed that did sound nice, would Lord Elrond punish him probably not, would Erestor maybe.

"If Erestor gives you crap I'll say it was my suggestion, come spend what we have left of the day with me little songbird" Glorfindel said Lindir's ears turned pink at the new nickname the lord gave him.

"What did you have in mind" Lindir questioned.

"Well first I wanna play a prank on Aran Thranduil, Eirian played it on me once in Gondolin, it hurt a lot but it only seems right for what he did" Glorfindel said looking around

"I don't think we sh-" Lindir stopped as Glorfindel grabbed his wrist and started walking explaining the prank, the pink dusting on his ears slowly turned red and spread, soon Glorfindel had situated a small table which he stole from the library a few months back for his office and sat a plant on it.

"Are you sure we should use master Erestor's most prized plant to do this" Lindir said as Glorfindel set some books on the table.

"Just watch he doesn't wake up, I do not want to start a war due to this, you know how overdramatic this drama queen is" Glorfindel said

"I don't think this is the best idea, you should leave Elrond's twins to the pranks" Lindir said Glorfindel let out a laugh

"Never now come on, I want to get to the butterfly house before sunset, don't want them to go to sleep before we arrive" Glorfindel said Lindir followed the lord given the passed out king one more glance

"This Eirian was Evil" Lindir said in concern Glorfindel laughed

"Eirian had a good heart, he was a good man and an even better marksman and warrior" Glorfindel said

"What happened to him" Lindir questioned Glorfindel

"He went to buy us time he faced down both Morgoth and that snake Salgant the stupid traitor, the battle was great i could see it as I was falling, Darkness and Light clashing against each other but he was weakened from the Balrogs and fire drakes he had already fought, I could see the light grow dim and the darkness over take" Glorfindel said

"I'm sorry for asking" Lindir said

"It's my fault for turning it dark I am sorry" Glorfindel said his light and cheerfulness coming back to him Lindir had to admit Glorfindel was scary when he was angry or sad.

"Where is this butterfly house and how did I not know about it" Lindir said

"It's just a bit further, and Erestor made it no one knows I only know because I followed him here once, he got annoyed when he found out though" Glorfindel said as he moved a branch out the way, Lindir could see a round glass house, it had plants hiding it but there was a clean path to it, Glorfindel followed him to it and opened the door and closed it after him.

Glorfindel smiled as he saw the awe on Lindir's face maybe it was due to the butterflies or the fact Erestor kept them, or because of him Glorfindel did not know but he enjoyed seeing the look of pure happiness on Lindir's face, A Blue spotted Charaxes landed on his nose he gently placed his finger behind it to pick it up, he smiled at the butterfly it looked like his friend Ecthelion it flew away turning his attention back to Lindir who was looking at his nose standing very still, a swallowtail had landed on his noise it was one of Glorfindel's favourite butterflies that Erestor kept.

Lindir's eyes widened and though he tried to stay collected, his expression was clearly very, very uncomfortable, not that he was scared of it, he was nervous he might hurt it or do something wrong, Glorfindel chuckled as he watched Lindir neither had noticed the Lord which had followed them, Glorfindel held his finger out and the butterfly came onto it which made it fly off as Glorfindel kissed Lindir's nose.

"You are the most beautiful butterfly in this house" Glorfindel said Lindir had turned red yet again, He's cute when he blushes Glorfindel thought

"are you okay do you have a fever" Glorfindel said placing his hand to Lindir's forehead

"I though I was a songbird" Lindir said making Glorfindel laugh

"you mean everything in this world to me, so you'll get all the nicknames I sees fit, if you turn anymore red the butterflies will think you are the most beautiful rose in the gardens and come and land on you my little swallowtail" Glorfindel said with a laugh, Lindir really was like a cat to a sunray with Glorfindel.

"Your staring are you okay" Glorfindel asked the flustered elf who whacked his chest

"Why do you have to have everything, your adorable, your hot, Gi Melin Hîr nin Glorfindel" Lindir said frustrated and looking away, it had been a long time coming with lots of encouragement from Elrond and Elladan, Lindir scrunched his eyes shut expecting to hear Glorfindel walk away, the blond lord ducked down and to were Lindir's face was and cupped his face and placed a kiss on Lindir's lips, making his eyes shoot open in shock.

"Gi Melin ana Songbird, I thought you were taking my hints to show you that I wanted to court you" Glorfindel said

"I thought it was some cruel prank" Lindir said Glorfindel laughed

"No why would it be, I may prank people, but I don't play with feelings, so we are courting now" Glorfindel said not taking a no for an answer after Lindir just confessed to him

"That means I can hug you whenever and wherever i want" Glorfindel said Lindir sighed Glorfindel would scare him with hugs from now on instead of jumping him with complements

"I suppose it does" Lindir said rubbing his arm in awkwardness

"Same goes with kisses, I can kiss all your freckles now and tell you how the reflected the stars and varda painted them carefully onto you" Glorfindel said Lindir started stuttering at the blond who picked him up with ease and span him around before setting the poor minstrel down and kissing him again.

Elrond sighed in worry is it really good for Lindir that the golden warrior loves him so much the poor elf was overwhelmed by even knowing the legendary warrior and now he was courting the warrior, Elrond was happy for them but he really could not help but worry for Lindir, besides Lindir flustered easily he would be so flustered every time Glorfindel did something and that can't be good for you can it.

"Oh the sun is setting, come on we can reach it before the sun sets fully I have to show you Erestor's favourite place, it's amazing" Glorfindel said grabbing Lindir's hand.

Lindir and Glorfindel ended there day at the waterfall with bioluminescent algae, the blond decided against asking Lindir for a swim it was to early in there courtship for that to even be appropriate to ask and Lindir would be to flustered he would break so they settled for putting there legs in the pool and watching the algae look like thousands of stars after the sunset.

"I enjoyed today, thank you for talking me out of my job my lord" Lindir said

"Still with the rank even if we are courting, you can call me Glorfindel or Glorf if you want songbird" Glorfindel said as he put his arm around Lindir the ellon leaned into Glorfindel.

"I'll try and get used to calling you just Glorfindel" Lindir said saying Glorfindel slowly without the lord testing the waters.

~Bonus~

Thranduil groaned as he arouse from his slumber he sat up hitting his head against the table above him he glared up at it and slide himself out from underneath it, Meludir and Elros who were passing started giggling at there king

"Was this your doing" Thranduil asked the two shrugged

"We do not know who placed that there Aran-nin" Elros said, Elladan came racing around the corner dragging Legolas

"Awwww we missed it, I told you we would" Elladan said looking to Legolas

"It's not my fault Galion wanted me for something, you could of stayed here alone but no you just had to come with me" Legolas said

"Come on it would of been funny" Elladan said

"It was indeed" Meludir said getting a glare from Thranduil and Elros elbowed him in the side

"Did you do this" Thranduil asked

"No but I wish I did" Elladan said

"I guess whoever did this will remain a mystery" Feren said making the group jump

"How long have you been there" Elladan asked

"For quite a while actually" Feren said

"You two will be cleaning the stables for 100 years when we get back for laughing" Thranduil said the twos jaws dropped

"That's not far we didn't do it" Meludir said Elros however knew better than to fight it, he watched as Meludir followed the king and his sentence got upped to 1000 years until he gave up.

Feren chuckled "Do you know who did it please say you do" Elladan said Feren shook his head

"Glorfindel did it" Erestor said coming out of the conjoining hallway

"How did you know that" Feren questioned

"He stole that table and that plant from me a few months ago, I left the plant in the hallway were he left it but the table is from his office, besides it has his name written all over it metaphorically at least" Erestor said setting the plant back and taking the table

Elvish Translation:

Gi Melin Hîr nin - I love you my lord

Gi Melin ana - i love you to

Aran nin - my king

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