#Glorfindel x oc

[ruiniel]

You said to send short asks, is it OK if for me to request a short ask about glorfindel and a female s/o relationship headcannons?

Totally cool if you don't!

Anon this is the very first ask I get for a Tolkien character x reader HC! *gasp* Thank you, whoever you are.

All right, this is with Third-Age-Glorfindel in mind...

CW: ever so slightly suggestive

Despite being well loved for reasons too many to count, Glorfindel warms up slowly to others on a personal level. When he does, the depth of his affection is boundless.

He often feels the burdening of Ages but hides it well beneath his mild disposition and a carefree outlook. With you in his life, it comes as a surprise that he resorts to that way of coping less and less.

He'll say, resting with you on a warm afternoon somewhere at the top of the valley, gazing at Rivendell from afar: "You... you are kindling." And he'll press your palm to his heart, so you understand.

When he returns from patrols in the wilderness, he will always get the bathing and changing over with as fast as he can, just so he can crawl into bed next to you. He'll rest with his head against your chest, sighing and tangling his legs with yours. The tightness of his hold is an expression of how much he missed this, sleepily murmuring words that send you into a fever.

And then he falls asleep.

The beautiful bastard.

When a full day of training, diplomacy or whatever else is done, you'll sometimes take refuge in your chambers; you adore the way his gaze mellows at the sight of you when Glorfindel joins, his dimpled smile a warming balm. If you're reading in an armchair, he'll shrug off his outer robe and plop down by your feet in nothing but his simple undertunic and leggings, hugging your legs and pressing his forehead against your clothed knees.

He knows you won't last long before you set the book aside, loves how you enjoy playing with that bright, silky hair of his. You hear low, contented sighs when your fingers tangle and bury themselves in his strands; he'll rub his cheek against your thigh in a languid, feline manner, smiling and breathing slowly to unwind.

He makes no great deal of it, but Glorfindel has a wonderful singing voice; he'll hum old Valinorean tunes for you in the mornings or during treks together through the surrounding woods, happily explaining their meaning and origin (some are satire, which makes it irreverently fun)

Glorfindel is a living flame. It's as though he was reembodied with powers and affinities especially designed to defy the manner of his untimely, traumatizing death. He has no nightmares of fire: he is one with it, now. His spiritual power vibrates against you in silver and gold, sending your nerves sizzling and your spirit in a swoon.

Even his body temperature rises to surprising intensity in certain special moments: you've come to crave that undulating warmth beneath his skin.

And oh, he's more than eager to oblige.

You were delighted to find that Glorfindel, Lord Glorfindel the warrior, actually can employ the finest of charms when he wants to (and is a horrible tease besides).

For all the positions of authority he's held throughout the centuries, this Elf simply loves it when you take the lead; sometimes even begs it of you. When you straddle him as he lies on his back, giggling and biting his lip at the pleasant weight of your body. When you pin him down by the wrists, look him in the eye and pant out your demands, telling him exactly what you need and where you need it.

He can tell, anyway, he always checks with you in thought.

He just loves hearing you say it.

Or moan it.

Sometimes, when he's exhausted or lost in you, he'll slip into Quenya, forgetting you don't understand a word of his mother tongue. But the sound of it is so alluring, so indescribably beautiful (especially in his voice), that you nearly moan from the mere whisper of it in your ear.

You've only ever experienced Glorfindel drunk once, on an occasion commemorating the old Gates of Summer festival. He was quiet that day, distant, barring your thought when you tried reaching him and often disappearing from sight, away from the others. You gave him space, and halfway through the silent watch of the night, left for rest.

No sooner did you change and was standing at the side of the bed than he appeared, closing the doors behind him and leaning against them, his gaze flickering with golden sparks in the dark. His step wavered only once as he slowly moved towards you, but you knew. You waited, looked on as he reached you, pressing one large palm to your chest and pushing so you fell onto the soft bed; you tasted hot wine on his tongue, understood, and held him tightly as he took frantic refuge into you.

[vintagerivendel]

VINTAGERIVENDEL MASTERLIST

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

ADAR

Stories

Of starlight and madnes

Chapter one

A reunion ( to be posted

One shots

TBD

Gil-Galad

Stories

Beating heart

Chapter one ( to be posted )

Oneshots

Vorohil

Stories

None listed yet

Oneshots

A light in the dark ( to be posted )

Thranduil

Stories

Protected secret

Chapter one tbd

Oneshots

TBD

Glorfindel

Stories

Oneshots

Haldir

Stories

Oneshots

Lindir

Stories

Oneshots

[justpostsyeet]

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

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

Legolas : so wise in decision-making-

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

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

Mirkwood Elf Guard :

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

[sotwk]

hi! in the spirit of showing oc love, I was wondering if there's a particular oc you're looking forward to introducing to people in upcoming projects?

I'm tripping over myself to answer this Ask! (Thank you thank you thank you, Ace!)

May I please introduce two?

I've been shy about sharing these because they're not only Silmarillion OCs (I'm still intimidated by the Silm fandom, even though I have many lovely Mutuals from there, you included), they're OC WIVES of Silm Canons. Two of the most popular Silm canons. I'm pretty sure OC creators have been flogged for that.

But since you asked... onward with SotWK AU reveals and spoilers! The stories are tragic because that's the First Age for you!

Velcálë Vanandur

Wife of Maglor and grandmother of Elvenqueen Maereth (wife of Thranduil)

SotWK Fancast: Zendaya Coleman as Velcálë

Her name means "flame doer" in Quenya.

Velcálë had one child with Maglor, a daughter named Laurinwen, who was born and grew up in Tirion.

She was a Noldorin apprentice who served directly under Vána, and was thus given the prestigious epithet "Vanandur" (Servant of Vána).

She was a great tender of gardens, and her songs could cause plants to immediately flower or bear fruit.

Only out of love and devotion to Maglor did she decide to follow the Fëanorians in Exile, taking their daughter with them.

Velcálë was greatly affected by the violence of her kin and constantly homesick for Valinor. A lover of light and warmth, she suffered in the harsh lands where her family dwelt.

The toll of her heartbreak muted the strength and power she possessed in Valimar to nearly nothing, although she did her best to help sustain their people by cultivating the lands for limited-scale food production.

Because she tried to hold Maglor back from "necessary" violence and constantly made him question his commitment to the Oath, she was disliked by all of her brothers-in-law, except for Maedhros.

Velcálë was eventually slain in the battle of Dagor Bragollach when Himlad fell, leading to a permanent estrangement between Maglor and his daughter, Laurinwen.

Elemírë

Wife of Glorfindel and twin sister of Elenwë (wife of Turgon) 

SotWK Fancast: Vanessa Kirby as Elemírë

Elemírë had a fierce warrior’s spirit, but violence of any kind was considered unbecoming by her family.

She joined the Exile because she did not want to be separated from her sister Elenwë, a gentle spirit whom she always sought to protect.

She was loved by her childhood friend, Glorfindel. Although she reciprocated his feelings, he was the more passionate and demonstrative one. Elemírë factored in Glorfindel's own decision to (reluctantly) join the Exile.

Elemírë nearly died trying to dive under the Grinding Ice to save her sister, but she was held back by Glorfindel. This embittered her heart towards him. Instead of following Turgon to Vinyamar (and eventually Gondolin), she decided to join Fingon’s people. 

Over the course of the decades, she grew into a skilled cavalry rider, and was accepted into the ranks of Fingon. She became devoted to Fingon for personally mentoring and training her. 

During the Long Peace, Glorfindel (who had missed and yearned for Elemírë all those years), sought permission from Turgon to leave Gondolin so he could seek her out.

He came to Hithlum reaffirming his love for her and seeking her hand in marriage. Elemírë would not say yes, but could not bring herself to refuse him either. Glorfindel committed to staying for as long as needed to convince her, and this courtship lasted for nearly half a century.

Eventually, Fingon himself encouraged Elemírë to realize and follow her true desires for peace and love. She betrothed herself to Glorfindel and returned to Gondolin with him.

The couple married and bore one child, a son named Ingwil.

As the Lady of the House of the Golden Flower, Elemírë was also one of its fiercest warriors. She fought alongside her husband for the first time in the Nirnaeth Arnoediad.

Elemírë died during the Fall of Gondolin, rescuing her son from an attacking fire drake, which she successfully slayed before perishing.

Thank you again for the ask @hobbitwrangler, and for encouraging my foray into the Silm fandom. I hope you (and anyone reading this) enjoy learning about these OC ladies! Maybe with the right amount of courage, time, and motivation, I may someday even write some actual one-shots including them!

For more SotWK AU headcanons: SotWK HC Masterlist

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[cilil]

Taming the Balrog-slayer

❁ Prompt & pairing: Romance | Glorfindel x Mentelossë (OFC) ❁ Synopsis: Glorfindel - warrior, hero and famed Balrog-slayer - loves pleasing his lady. ❁ Warnings: Smut, some D/s, please heed warnings ❁ Oneshot (~1.1k)

Messy

❁ Prompt & pairing: Imladris | Glorfindel x Erestor x Ecthelion ❁ Synopsis: Glorfindel, a menace on the battlefield and in other situations alike, is about to have some fun with Erestor… only for an old "friend" to show up. ❁ Warnings: Smutty crack ❁ Quadruple drabble

@glorfindelweek

taglist: @blauerregen @elanna-elrondiel @i-did-not-mean-to @saintstars

[mentelosse]

2 little ficlets prompted on the Tolkien OC discord server. Write a description of your OC from the perspective of another character or narrator as if they're just being introduced.

The first ficlet is Glorfindel meeting Mentelossë for the first time and the second one takes place in the third age several millenias after meeting each other.

Glorfindel had just left the Lords’ meeting and was walking with haste towards the barracks to supervise the end of the morning training session. As he rounded the wall of the palace gardens, he caught sight of a young woman jumping down from it. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she quickly turned to him, fixing him with her royal blue eyes.

She had long black lashes and cheeks flushed from exertion. Her thick, dark brown hair, completely untied, fell in wild curls over her shoulders. Her slender silhouette was outlined through her fine dress, as blue as her eyes, which still looked at him, uncertain and almost shy. Glorfindel’s heart skipped a beat, and he realized he had been staring at her intently for several seconds. That’s what reminded him of his gallantry and he approached her with his usual radiant smile, which he couldn’t suppress:

“Good day, my Lady, may I help you?”

She had to lift her head to keep looking at him in the eyes and clasped her hands in front of her. “I thank you, Lord Glorfindel, but I was merely on my way into the city.”

Her fingers seemed soft and delicate, her movements graceful, and her bearing dignified. Moving in this way, rather than jumping over a wall, she suddenly seemed strangely familiar to Glorfindel.

“You know my name, but I do not know yours,” he said with curiosity.

The young woman appeared to ponder for a moment. Glorfindel found himself admiring her deep gaze and her slightly parted red lips.

“Mellossiel,” she said. After a brief glance, she added with an enthusiastic smile, “I’ve just arrived in Gondolin. Would you be so kind as to show me around?”

Glorfindel answered faster than his mind could think, “It would be my pleasure, Lady Mellossiel!”

The rays of the setting summer sun filtered through the delicate curtains, bathing the entire room in golden light. They laid together on a sofa, Mentelossë’s head resting lightly on his chest as she read.

Their quarters were filled with memories of their long life and reflected who they were. A tapestry with floral patterns adorned one wall, the opposite side of the room was entirely covered by a bookshelf filled with Mentelossë’s favorite books. Novels, poems and many treatises on architecture that he would never read. Many trinkets garnished the shelves.

Behind them, an ancient sword and portraits hung on the wall. Beneath, their desk was covered with numerous papers—documents concerning Imladris, some of Mentelossë’s sketches, as well as letters from their friends (and likely one or two very overdue reports he was supposed to write for Erestor).

On a low table were the remnants of their afternoon snack. A blueberry tart, some grapes, and a half-carafe of juice. A few cushions were scattered on the carpet that covered much of the room’s floor.

Glorfindel gently stroked Mentelossë’s hair, which shimmered in the sunlight. Her honey-colored skin gleamed, clothed only in a simple white muslin dress, but the golden light adorned her better than a thousand jewels. 

After centuries, millennia, spent by her side, he had seen her draped in majestic gowns, covered with glittering jewels and gold woven into her hair. But it was always in these quiet, intimate moments that he found her the most beautiful.

From this angle, he could only see her lashes moving as she read, but he could perfectly picture the brightness of her eyes, which he knew by heart.

She turned the page, and Glorfindel’s gaze was drawn to the light reflecting off the floral patterns and small diamonds decorating her wedding ring. He admired Mentelossë’s hands, knowing they fit perfectly with his own. From memory, he could feel the scar on one of her palms against his.

Her dress fell in soft folds around her curves, which he could have traced in the dark, and he let his hand caress the fabric, feeling its softness. He was surrounded by the warmth of the sun and of Mentelossë.

 She turned to him and smiled. They were happy.

[ladyoflindon]

Hello ✨I hope you are doing well)You can request Glorfindel (if you are not writing for him, then Gil Galad/Celebrimbor/Eonwe. For whomever you feel more comfortable🤗)Some light melancholy with the atmosphere of the phrase "In a room full of the best works of art, I would still look at you." The reader says this to the elf and calms his worries and insecurities.Reader Maiar Namo.I want to surround these elves with maximum comfort, support and strong hugs🥹🫶🏻English is not my native language, I apologize in advance for mistakes😅

Work of Art (Glorfindel x female Maia of Mandos)

Glorfindel had a hard time adjusting to the Halls of Mandos. He had been there since the Fall of Gondolin, and he had to come to terms with dying, since he had been raised to believe that the lives of the Eldar were eternal, that they wouldn't end.

Yet, here he was, in the halls of the dead. He had a hard time accepting his new reality, but there was one who made it easier.

Nolwendë, she was called, the lady of wisdom. A Maia of Mandos, an ethereal being. Her alabaster skin shone even in the gloom. Her hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall. When he had first laid eyes on her, his only thought was: she's beautiful. As time went by, however, she became so much more than that.

In Glorfindel's view, she saw far beneath the surface of his thoughts. In her presence, he always felt that she understood him better than any other ever had. And so he found himself spilling his thoughts and confiding in her, even more so than to his close friend Ecthelion of the Fountain.

"You're deep in thought, Laurë," Nolwendë noted. "What troubles your mind so?"

"It is nothing," Glorfindel sighed, though he knew it was pointless to hide his thoughts from her. In truth, he had felt this way for a while now, the feeling of not being enough. Especially in the Halls of Mandos, where the souls of elves far greater than he rested.

Why did she keep coming back to him, when there were other souls she could have tended to? He could understand why she stayed away from the sons of Fëanor, but what about Fingon the Valiant? What about Finrod Felagund? Why him?

"Your mind wanders far," she spoke softly as she walked, almost like a glide, up to him, her fingers reaching to trace his jaw. "You're tense."

"Why do you stick with me?"

Her grey eyes widened, and Glorfindel stared into their depths, mesmerised by the ethereal colour of her irises. "Why I stick with you?" she murmured.

"Your thoughts are fascinating, for one," she replied. "You've had an interesting life, crossing the Helcaraxë to Middle-earth, living in Nevrast and finally Gondolin."

She reached out and caught one of his long gold locks in her hand, playing with his hair. "You have beautiful hair, and its radiance far outshines that of Fingon or Finrod..."

"But the most beautiful thing, Glorfindel the Golden, is your soul," she finally looked at him, her eyes boring into his. "You're thoughtful, kind, compassionate. To me, those qualities matter far more than anything superficial."

She shifts to lean her forehead against his back, her arms coming to encircle him. "In a room full of the best works of art, I would still look at you. You're beautiful, in every way possible. Your heart is as golden as your hair."

She presses a kiss to his forehead, which elicited a small smile from him. "You're precious to me, Laurë, and that's all that matters. Until the end of time, I will look at you."

"Even if the Valar choose to return you to Middle-earth, I will go with you. I will never leave you, never leave your side."

Her lips curved gently upwards. "Because I love you, Laurë. And you're the most precious to me. Don't you ever forget that."

[batsyforyou]

LetterOnUs.com

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

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

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

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

@asianbutnotjapanese

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

“Linda, I don’t have time for this!” 

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

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

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

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

“Do they read them?”

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

“Do they respond to them?”

“No.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you planning on entering the event?” 

“I don’t think so.” 

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

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

“Mornin’ Vince.”

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

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

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

“Trying to impress the boss for that raise?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where is it?” She grumbled. 

“Hey, miss!” 

“Hm?” 

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

“Oh, did I forget something?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Empty. 

“Oh, thank goodness.” 

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

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

Leaning against her door she groaned and felt tears build. 

It has been a long day. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She chewed her lip holding down backspace.  

“Dear Glorfindel, 

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

For everything. 

Respectfully,  

Ryla Robertson” 

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

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

“Email: LetterOnUs 

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

Masterlist

[wareagleofthemountain]

WIP Teaser:

Glorfindel groaned as he forced his eyes open, a sharp pain shooting through his back as he attempted to lift it up off of the cold stone beneath him.

Where in Varda’s name was he? The last thing he remembered was a creature standing over him and taking the hilt of their sword to his temple. Then… then nothing.

He was roughly pushed back down and felt a sword point prick his neck slightly. The same figure stood before him now, features shrouded in the hood of their raggedy black cloak.

A cracked, feminine voice that was more like a growl emanated from his assailant. She spoke the Black Speech of Sauron, Glorfindel barely able to understand the words. “Move, and I’ll paint these walls red with your blood elf.”

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Eternal- Glorfindel x OC

Glorfindel  x Elletta 

Description: Glorfindel and Elletta’s love proves to be eternal.

Word Count: 2.1k

Elletta’s last day in Gondolin had been the absolute worst of her life. It had been the day that Glorfindel, her one true love, was killed right before her eyes. Despite the fact that almost two ages had passed, she could still remember it clearly. Though, I do believe I’m getting ahead of myself. This should start at the beginning.

Glorfindel was a son of the House of the Golden Flower. They were a very prominent family in Gondolin and full of mighty warriors with people that adored them, a legacy that he was happy to continue. Elletta, meanwhile, was the daughter of the House of Gardenia Augusta, a family more focused on maintaining peace amongst others and healing the mighty warriors after battles. 

It was fate and fate alone that brought them together. It only made sense that the two differing Elves would end up together, after all they saw each other enough when he returned from a battle or patrol with injuries that she was happy to heal. Their relationship started off slow with both of them too nervous to speak to each other very much the first few times they met. Once they began talking, however, everything seemed to click into place like the puzzle fate deals to its people. 

They began courting not long after that. During that time they got to learn everything about each other. They learned the good things, the bad things, and everything in between. That only made them fall more in love with each other and eventually after what felt like years (which were merely a blink of an eye to Elves), Glorfindel proposed to Elletta. Naturally the elleth said yes immediately, and they began planning for their wedding. For a short while everything was blissful for them as they prepared to plan for the best day of their immortal lives. 

But then Melkor attacked Gondolin full force with help from Maeglin’s treachery. While the House of the Golden Flower (which Glorfindel was a part of) attempted to keep the Orcs at bay, Fëanor attempted to lead the Elves out of Valinor to Middle Earth for their safety. Elletta had been aiding people out and it wasn’t until a few hours later (when almost everyone was out) that she heard word of a battle between a Balrog and her fiancé as well as the last of his followers. 

She attempted to go after him, and was initially stopped by Thorndor, who ultimately gave in to her begging to go back for him and led the way for her. They arrived near the end of the fight in Cirith Thoronath just as Glorfindel managed to stab the ferocious beast in the stomach. In its blinding pain, the Balrog ended up falling backwards toward the cliff. A relieved cry left her lips and he faced her with a triumphant and relieved smile. 

Unfortunately his win had been short lived as the Balrog’s hand shot out and grabbed Glorfindel by the hair, pulling him over the edge with it. For a moment Ellettta could only watch in horror as they both fell into the dark abyss below, then she and Thorondor raced to the cliff’s edge in an attempt to search for him. It was in vain for the girl, however. It was simply too deep for even her enchanted Elven sight. 

Eventually Thorondor flew down on his eagle to look for Glorfindel, but eventually just returned with the ellon’s broken body. He refused to allow Elleta to lay eyes on it, though, too afraid that it would be her last memory of him. An ornate casket was quickly crafted for the son of the House of the Golden Flower, which he was placed in before his people carried it up to the mountains that surrounded Gondolin. Unfortunately they only had time to bury him before they had to leave as their fair city was too much in ruin to stay. 

Elletta had to be all but dragged away from the Lord’s resting place against her will, and the last thing she saw of it were yellow flowers that seemed to bloom around the mound of dirt as if by magic. All she wanted to do was stay and wilt away beside his grave, feeling no other purpose for her. She ended up going to Lothlórien to stay with Lady Galadriel, Queen of the Elves, after she managed to convince the girl to go to Middle Earth with them. The Elf took her in without a second thought, giving her a home in their growing city. However, the change in scenery did little to change what she felt. 

She had never felt such pain before. Not even when her dear mother passed away when she was but an Elfling. No, this pain was much more different. It felt like her heart had been ripped from her chest and torn to shreds before being carelessly thrown aside. She felt numb yet she was in pain. She was angry at him for leaving her yet she cried everyday for him. 

And the nightmares. Oh, the nightmares. Elves often didn’t need sleep, but when Elletta did drift into slumber she would awaken before the night was over with tears flowing down her cheeks like a river whose dam had just broken and heavy breaths as if she’d just emerged after being held underwater. Sometimes she’d even wake up screaming, calling out desperately for her lost love before either Lady Galadriel or Lord Celeborn would come in to offer her comfort and solace. 

It took her many years to finally get over Glorfindel’s death. Eventually she realized that if she kept both her mind and her heart in such a dark place then she would waste away to nothingness, and that’s not what her love would want for her. So, she dedicated her time to teaching the people of Lothlórien everything she knew about healing and medicine. 

It wasn’t until almost four thousand years later that she heard word of a name she hadn’t heard in a long, long time. It was practically a whisper, but it was more than enough to catch her attention. It was then that she learned the truth: Glorfindel had been reborn. The story of his return and subsequent arrival to Rivendell, where Lord Elrond dwelt, had been told so much that it traveled across lands and eventually made its way to Lothlorien with Lady Mirabella, who had only recently arrived in Lothlórien. 

Elletta wasted no time upon receiving the news. She barely had time to speak with Lady Galadriel before the Queen told her to go find him. Before she knew it she was on her horse Elashor riding as fast as he would go. She rode for days on end, wanting to get to Rivendell as quickly as she could. 

Just a few weeks later she finally arrived at the entrance of Imladris, not slowing down until she finally arrived at the Last Homely House. Lindir was already standing in front of the home with a knowing smile, as if he’d been expecting her. He likely was, considering that Elrond probably knew that she was coming the moment Glorfindel arrived. Elletta hopped off her horse in one fell swoop once she was beside him. 

“Lady Elletta, we have been expecting you,” the minstrel greeted softly, bowing respectfully to her. She returned the gesture quickly before resting her hands on his shoulders, too anxious to just stand there any longer. 

“Lindir, where is he?” She asked urgently. 

Follow me,” the boy instructed instead of answering. Without another word the minstrel led her up the winding staircase to the Last Homely House. She continued to follow him through the house for several minutes. It was a beautiful day out; the sun was shining but it wasn’t too hot or too cold. Of course the people of Rivendell would want to spend it outdoors, which Elletta was thankful for. That only meant that they could get to their location with little to no obstacles. 

Finally they arrived in the Hall of Fire. A fire was roaring in the fireplace despite the room being empty, giving it a nice warm glow to go with the golden sun that shone through the many talk windows in the home. This room alone really put the ‘homely’ in the Last Homely House, and Elletta couldn’t help but smile at it as Lindir held the door open for her. He didn’t speak until she had walked inside. 

“Wait here,” he instructed in the same soft tone as earlier. He waited for her to nod before walking out, closing the door behind him. Elletta wrung her hands nervously as she paced in front of the fireplace. Up until this point she’d only been worried about getting to Rivendell. She hadn’t even thought of what she was going to say to her beloved when she finally saw him again. What could she say? What does one say to the person they watched die only for them to return four thousand years later? 

Unfortunately she couldn’t even begin to think of what she could say as the door opened behind her. She whipped around and saw him. Elleta’s breath hitched at the mere sight. He looked exactly as he had the last time she saw him. Of course he’d cleaned up since then, and he now wore more regal clothes rather than the armor he’d worn in Gondolin. His hair was now brushed while part of it was pulled back and braided to keep it out of his face, giving her a perfect view of him. Behind him she could see Lord Elrond and Lindir standing there, watching them with smiles on their faces. 

She couldn’t be bothered to care as her eyes focused on her love once again. Her eyes met his just a moment later. They were the same blue ones she fell in love with all those years ago. That’s how she knew this was real. No one could fake those deep blue eyes that reminded her of the Anemone flowers that used to bloom near her home in Gondolin. Before she even realized it she was walking towards him. He copied her movements, both of them speeding up the closer they got until they finally clashed. Elletta’s arms wrapped around him like a vice, her head burying into his chest as she breathed in his scent. Vanilla bean and armor polish, an odd mixture that she’d grown to love during their time together. One of Glorfindel’s hands lifted up to cradle the back of her head, slowly stroking her hair as his other arm wrapped around her waist as if he didn’t plan on letting go. 

“Oh, elen nin (my star),” he whispered into her ear. The name only made her hold on tighter to him, that was his name for her back in Gondolin. 

“Anar nin (My sun),” she whimpered in response. “Oh, I have missed you so much.” She shouldn’t have been surprised that she’d begun crying, but she did have to admit that it embarrassed her just how wet his tunic was when she moved her head a bit. 

“I wanted to come find you when I was reborn,” he muttered, pulling away a bit to look into her eyes again. “The Valar told me that I needed to come here, though.” Elletta offered him a watery smile as she shook her head. 

“It matters not anymore. We have been reunited, we are together once more,” she whispered, lifting a hand to cradle his cheek. The Elf involuntarily leaned into her touch, looking comforted by it before leaning down a bit to rest his forehead against hers. 

“It was you that encouraged me to come back, you are what kept me going all this time,” he admitted quietly. 

“And you are what kept me going. Never leave me again, please,” Elletta begged quietly, her voice cracking with emotion at the end. Glorfindel merely smiled as he nodded. 

“Not even if time itself stopped and Middle Earth crumbled to dust,” he promised without a hint of hesitation. That was a good enough answer for her and she found herself embracing him again. 

Elletta ended up taking up permanent residence in Rivendell. Lord Elrond was more than happy to let her stay in his home until she and Glorfindel built their own. As they waited for that to be finished, they began planning their wedding once again. Of course they didn’t really need to do so as their bond proved to be eternal, but it was something they didn’t get to experience before the fall of Gondolin. They went through many hardships to get to that point, so it was more than fair to allow them the luxury of a marriage ceremony. Once again they were back where they belonged: with each other.

[ruiniel]

Hello!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lairë

Pairing: Glorfindel x human fem!reader

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Rating: T

Forlond, Lindon, late Second Age

“Laurefindil, Laurefindil!”

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

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

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

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

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

“I most certainly will not.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[fellowshipofthefics]

O I Tinu Naru

TheSword

No one, not even the wisest of Middle-Earth, could have told you what it meant. A red star falling from the upper airs. Centuries later, a peculiar woman arrives in Imladris and becomes the interest of Lord Elrond and his advisors.

[justpostsyeet]

Glorfindel : I want a baby!

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

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

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

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

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

[eunoiaastralwings]

OMG YEAH - THANK YOU SO SO MUCH

THEY LOOK SO WONDERFUL - AM GOING TO MELTTTT

I love it so much - thank you <3

Glorfindel and OC Quildalótien 🥰

I'm so glad to work on this illustration! It always so nice to draw lovely couples, such a cute emotions

Comm for @eunoiaastralwings 

[cilil]

Summer Stories

AN: Mentelossë belongs to @elanna-elrondiel. She's the daughter of Fingon.

Prompt: Fields | Glorfindel x Mentelossë (OFC) Synopsis: Glorfindel and Mentelossë enjoy exploring their new home. Warnings: /

Mentelossë remembers the walls of Gondolin, the narrow mountain paths when they fled, the last Elven refuges where they hid, the homely cosiness of Imladris. 

The plains of Valinor are vast compared to that, like an ocean of grass. 

Glorfindel holds her hand, wind in his hair, a smile on his face. They laugh and they run, barefooted through endless green, until they run out of breath and collapse in the grass together. 

There are neither walls nor danger. Glorfindel won't need his sword today, and Mentelossë won't have to leave without him. 

Of all of this, they're now free. 

Thanks for reading! ♡

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[ladyoflindon]

Masterlist

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Multi-chapter series

Noldoriel of Eregion

Characters: Annatar (Sauron), Celebrimbor, Mirdania, (eventual) Glorfindel

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Characters

Ereinion Gil-galad

Across the Seas Stressful Night My Heart in your Hands (tba)

Elrond Peredhel (Rings of Power and Lord of the Rings)

I've Got You Overzealous Herald

Celebrimbor of Eregion

Not Strength, But Light (drawing)

Glorfindel

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