#Glorfindel x neurodivergent!reader

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Sunglasses and Flower Crowns- Glorfindel x Modern!Neurodivergent!Reader

Summary: Glorfindel learns about readers sensory issues while they enjoy each others company

Word count: 1, 112

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The ring of golden flowers was beginning to take shape as you spun them together delicately. Sitting under the shade of a large tree somewhere far from the main buildings of Rivendell, you found solitude and calmness.

Though Rivendell was usually a very calm and relaxing place, you still found yourself having to mask and pretend most the time. Manoeuvring social situations in your own world was difficult enough, but now being here, you found it even harder.

This large tree away from everything had quickly become your safe space, where you were free to act and dress how you saw fit.

Arwen had helped you to design a dress and cloak that would hide your modern world clothes and often covered for you when you went on these small journeys. Though she didn’t quite understand your world, she loved hearing your stories and explaining things. She had become your main source of comfort being here, your best friend in a way. She was also the only one you’d explained your masking and sensory issues to; it was difficult at first, but she listened patiently.

Continuing to weave the golden flowers together had made you begin to think of another elf who has supported you so far. Glorfindel had a bright smile for you since the day you met, always saying hello and making you laugh. Though you hadn’t told him as much about your world as you had Arwen, he seemed to fill with such light at even the slightest mention, but never pushing you to tell him more.

You seemed to be so lost in your thoughts of the handsome and kind elf that you hadn’t realised his approach. Glorfindel wasn’t intending on looking for you, he was simply out on his own mind-clearing walk, but when he saw you sat under the tree in clothes he’d never seen before and a strange device over your eyes, his curiosity was peaked.

“Hello, Y/N,” his bright voice filled the once quiet air.

His sudden appearance caused you to let out a quick startled shriek. Holding your hand over your heart you looked up to see the lovely golden-haired elf.

“Oh gosh, sorry, Glorfindel, I didn’t realise you were there,” you half laughed to him, trying to slow your heart.

“Nonsense, it is I who should apologise to you, my lady. Disturbing your peace on such a lovely day.” His soothing voice, filled you with calmness, but his handsome face and strong features stopped you from complete calmness.

“It’s alright, you can join me if you like. Here I’ve already made one flower crown that you can have, and now you can make one for me.” You beam up at him, holding up the golden crown.

“It would be an honour to take such a gift from such a lovely lady, and to return such a gift would be my pleasure.” He said charmingly as he placed the crown on his head and began to collect flowers of his own.

You couldn’t help but watch him as he seemed to glide along the field, taking his time to meticulously pick the perfect flowers for you. Warmth spread all through out you as you watched his gentle movements and his lovely golden locks flowing in the soft breeze. As he came back over, your gaze dropped, and you found yourself playing with your fingers, stimming to calm yourself.

As the elf sat beside you, there seemed to be an unexpected silence. Looking up you noticed Glorfindels gaze was gliding over your attire and your sunglasses.

“Yeh, um, heh, sorry, I-I sometimes like to wear my own clothes when I come here.” You awkwardly explain.

“And these?” He gently asked as his fingers lightly pointed to your glasses.

“Oh, um, they, they’re called ‘sunglasses’ they help shield my eyes from the sun.”

“People where you’re from often wear these?” He asked curiously.

“Yeh, especially where I’m from it’s very sunny so most people wear them.”

“It’s not very sunny today.” Glorfindel noted.

“Yeh, yeh, um,” you begin to feel embarrassed about wearing the glasses on a day that was actually slightly overcast, and even more embarrassed that you might have to explain your sensory issues to him. But he looked at you so patiently and sweetly that your nerves began to float away.

“I, um, I sometimes have sensory issues. Even on a day that isn’t very sunny, the sun can still bother my eyes and makes me feel uncomfortable. The same can happen with noises and textures too.” You explain, your gaze on your stimming fingers.

Surprisingly you see and feel Glorfindels gentle but strong hand placed over yours. His touch is warm, and as you look up at him, so are his kind eyes and sweet smile.

“There is nothing to be ashamed of, y/n, and I’m grateful you told me something so personal.” Now it was Glorfindels turn to feel shy. “May I ask a question?”

“Oh, yeh sure, go for it.”

“When we arrive back from our hunts and we sound our horns, is that why you seem to wince at the sound?” He asked, his handsome features beginning to fill with guilt.

“Yes it is.” You admit quietly.

Such information seemed to cause Glorfindel to feel bad, as his own gaze lowered.

“Hey, don’t feel bad. There’s lots of times sounds and lights make me uncomfortable, but I find ways to cope with them.“ You quickly reassure your friend.

“Like your sunglasses and your preference for oversized clothes, both from my world and yours,” he tries to understand.

“Exactly. Besides, I enjoy hearing the horns, I think it’s fun. I love watching you all return on your horses, with the trumpets sounding. Means my friends have come back to me.” You warmly admit, as you take his hands in yours.

His hands are warm and comforting against your own as you begin to trace patterns on his along them. For a moment it looks as though he was about to say something else, but instead he gently squeezes your hands and smiles.

“Well I’m glad that my return brings you such joy. Now I believe I should get started on your crown, my lady. After all mine is so lovely, and I would hate to see you without one also.” He warmly smiles at you as he breaks contact with your hands.

For his hands to leave your touch seems to make him disappointed. Such an idea of him enjoying your sweet touch so much, fills you with joy.

You begin to play with your fingers again, as you watch the great warrior begin to make you your crown.