#Haldir and tattoos

[elithilanor]

Given the Haldir tattoo imagines going around today

Imagine training with the Lothlorien elves for the first time and taking off your tunic in the hot summer sun, exposing your skin to the bright warmth.

You hear a sharp intake of breath and then muttered curses as you turn back to see the flushed look of one of their Marchwardens, Haldir - the strict, snarky one you had been arguing with and teasing earlier - as his eyes trail up the flora and fauna of your home dimension etched into your arms and across your shoulder blades.

His jaw ticks before he swallows hard, shifting his stance and ripping his gaze back towards yours, startled to find you watching him with the same intensity as he did you. You smirk at him, stretching up towards the sky then bending forward slowly before going back to training.

You can find him later. You’re sure he’ll be waiting.

If he doesn’t find you first, that is.

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There’s a wonderful elf on TikTok who posts their hcs on sexy elvish tattoos and I’d really recommend giving it a listen:

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTR4rJxtv/

[imagine-all-the-elves]

Imagine Haldir getting a tattoo in your honour, even though it's uncommon for Elves.

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[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Thranduil and Josie Pt. 175- Green-eyed Monster

Summary: Sebastian's soul needs saving. Josselyn could use some saving herself. Charles suffers his mother's wrath. Catherine gets served a lesson in magic. Josie pays an unconvincing visit to a recovering Rahl. Green seems to be a thing. An eternal torch still burns. Lord Rahl seems to have gained another enemy.

*Chapter Warnings* Strong language, sexual depictions, angst, mild violence

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The young warlock Charles moved swiftly to conceal his ailing uncle in his chambers and then hurried off in search of Josselyn, for her witch doctor power, although rumored to be tainted by Harker, was Bash's only hope for healing. Josie had been the primary antidote but she too was infected with Rahl's vicious venom which rendered her own healing power useless. Even if she had retained her life saving magic, her will to use it had also been damaged and it was only a matter of time before she would stand at Darken Rahl's side. Bash knew he would suffer the same fate, only at an accelerated rate, for the panther's gash on his chest was deep and not superficial like Josie's and to worsen the plight, it crossed over his heart, the vital source that the venom would rapidly seek out and destroy.

During Charles' absence, Bash had quickly become overly tired and feeble and within seconds, his heavy lids forcefully closed. For how long he was unsure. All he knew when he awoke was that Charles and Josselyn were not there. He was all alone in a disarray of sweat and searing pain to his chest and as he ripped his shirt open, the image of a cross, colossal in size, had burnt into his skin like a tattoo while he had slept. As the good warlock lifted his icy hues of blue in to a brooding glare, his breathing became heavy and his entire body ached with a hellish rage. He was turning.

As Lola headed back to relieve Bard of diaper duties and filled him in on Josie's verbal meltdown geared at Lothlorien's Marchwarden, Josselyn headed back to the cellar's pub to find Bash and inform him that Ashmole was not where Julian had hidden it, but the younger Narcisse brother was not where she had recently left him with Charles. Not a single sole was stirring in the castle's favored brewery, not even the barkeep, which was extremely rare when it came to the endless supply of Dorwinion's sinful spirits at one's fingertips for the drinking, at least that was how Josselyn had remembered it from her years spent there. It was eerily quiet with only the sound of the crackling firepit which made her wonder what had happened to empty out the place that was previously booming with revellers. Darken Rahl was her next thought. Where was Stephane's evil alter ego that once held her prisoner and would most surely want her dead now that he knew she was alive?

Her regrets of returning to his castle immediately intensified, for she had sworn to herself that she never would. It was Haldir's persuasion by vowing to protect her that brought her there, but he too was gone. She supposed she couldn't blame him after Josie utterly annihilated and humiliated the Lorien elf with her venomous words but Josselyn still felt used and abandoned. She knew of Haldir's love for Josie. Everything he did was for her. It was all to save her. Josselyn, and even himself, were merely collateral damage.

A stern whisper from the stairwell echoed down to her, startling her out of her wits. "Joss! Come with me! We must hurry!"

"Bash??" she softly coaxed for a reply as she cautiously peeked around the corner, almost certain of the voice but still unsure due to the lack of scent.

"Is that you?" she pressed on for validation while creeping towards the subdued stone stairwell.

In her concentration of listening for a response, she was unaware of the presence approaching her backside until the hairs on her neck rose. That was when she knew she had been tricked by a magical voice throw but it was too late to react.

Aggressively restrained from behind, Josselyn, still weak from the iron torture the nuns had inflicted upon her, screamed and struggled to free herself from the powerful arms around her until a gloved hand placed a blade of pure silver against her throat reeking of Wolfsbane. Her gasp of fright caused her to inhale the poisonous fumes and within mere seconds, her limbs turned to jelly. It was then with great ease that the hooded entity drug her off through a passageway leading back into the tunnels she had just emerged from.

On her way to Stephane's chambers, Josie became distracted by vociferating voices echoing from a darkened hallway and once she realized who the voices belonged to, she curiously tiptoed her way to the door, finding it ajar just enough to witness a very heated argument between Catherine and Charles. She then remembered Bash's warning that the recently freed Catherine was on a war path over her son's involvement in the late night search for Delphine and had learned of Rahl's attack upon him.

"Look at you!" Catherine raged. "Dark circles under your eyes and pale. You look of filth! Have you even slept or bathed since your late night shenanigans? You remind me of a vampire! You're lucky you have not been turned into one with all the fiendish freaks roaming about in this cursed realm, especially at night."

"Oh stop it mother. I am not a child anymore! I am fine and I do not have time for your overbearing theatrics!"

"Well you will make time. I do not care of your age. Your are still my son!"

"No! I am Narcisse's son! Not yours!! The things you do are an embarrassment! No wonder the men in your life have strayed to other beds."

"How dare you judge me, you little ingrate! I birthed and raised you! Aside from a man whore, have you forgotten what Stephane really is??? A demon! Your loyalty to him, his brother and that wretched wicked witch Queen makes me sick."

"My father is a good man who is mentally ill and has also been cursed but you have no excuse...YOU make you sick mother dearest. A scorned sadistic woman with a jealous grudge and a hypocrite at that with your own infidelity and all the black magic you practice. You tried to have Haldir and Josie killed and almost got my sister and her newborn child banished for making her help you or did that slip your twisted mind?? It is you that I fear. Not my father. You are the wicked one, not Josie. She is good to me. She cares for me. She has been more of a mother to me than you have ever been and she makes my father happy!"

Quickly covering her mouth to conceal her gasp, Josie flinched as Catherine's savage slap stung Charles' cheek.

"Never speak such things to me!!" Catherine bellowed and clutched his jacket, yanking him against her. "You grow up, foolish boy! Risking your life to save that succubus! Her reaping will come soon enough. I can't even look at you. Get out of my sight before it's your life that needs saving!"

Charles' father-like blues glowed of the blazing sun as a low emitted growl rolled through his clenched teeth. "Maybe it is you that will need saving. If you ever lay your abusive hand on me again, you will wish you were still at the merciful jaws and claws of Blaze."

Eyes wide and gasping, Catherine cautiously backed away from her raging son's prowling advance as Josie bit her lip, eagerly watching and wishing Charles would make good on his threat...but instead, he unexpectedly turned to leave.

Josie stumbled back, frantically looking from side to side to find a place to hide and at the last second, she scurried into a deep and dark doorway where she froze solid in the corner as Charles sped by with angry tears streaking down his dirty cheeks. As thrilled as she was over Catherine's suffering, she was heartbroken for the boy she had come to love as if he were her own, just as he had said to Catherine.

Once he was gone, Josie peeked out but quickly concealed herself once more as she heard Catherine's running footsteps, followed by the door slamming shut and the harsh turning of the lock.

Josie covered her mouth to hide her giggle and then as quiet as a mouse, rushed off to her previously intended destination. Stephane's room. Would he care about Catherine's treatment of Charles if Rahl was still in control?

Multiple muffled voices seeped out under the gap of his door at her feet. Three to be exact but only one she surely recognized. Stephane's. Or was it Rahl? Her hopes were that maybe the silverbane infused arrow that Charles impaled Rahl's shoulder with had weakened the dark warlock lord long enough for Narcisse to fight him off. She didn't care either way. All that mattered to her was that it was Stephane's body and he was alright, which judging by his rabid speech, he was just fine AND extremely pissed off.

Petrified to knock, Josie began to raise her shaking hand to the door but as she did so, all the voices ceased. Her fingernails came to her teeth to nervously nibble as her eyes gaped. He knew she was there. She felt it...and even so, she was still startled by his purring growl.

"Josephine. I can smell you. Why do you lurk outside my chamber door?"

Her vocal chords were paralyzed by anxiety, unable to make a single sound until he suddenly barked in exasperation.

"ENTER!!"

Her feet must have sprung a foot off of the ground at his frightening command and she had every reason to be scared. Not only were her powers useless but there was also the fact that when she had last encountered him as Darken Rahl, she participated in a ferocious fencing fight with him and then unleashed her blinding blood rage upon him and his men. If only she knew how to regularly access it but she was beginning to believe it wasn't something controllable or brought on by simply being annoyed, for she could barely remember the incident or the recent attack on his snowball wielding guard either. Only bits and pieces would flash through her mind and those alone made her fearful of herself. What could she truly be capable of under the influence of the beastly rage? Had she already experienced it when she killed Asher? Or was that merely just a survival instinct, for he WAS going to kill her for what Stephane did to him on her behalf. The only thing she did know for sure was that, by the way he had just spoken to her, it was Rahl behind the door, although his physical appearance contradicted that thought as she walked in to an astonishing sight.

In a chair and in his true form sat a highly strung and shirtless Stephane with the essence of Rahl's personality and pepper scent still very much intact as a male healer stitched up his shoulder wound and a female servant of long sable strands catered his child sized goblet of wicked whiskey to him. A very beautiful servant to be exact that Josie arched a jealous brow to because of the provocative way she batted her Bambi bedroom eyes at him.

Briefly, the lord of Dorwinion's eyes took notice of her as he took the goblet, but with no interest of her face, only her assets within her backless grape green gown that poorly supported her untrained A cup breasts. Considering her flamboyant attire, Josie swiftly retracted the thought that the woman was his servant other than for sex. She was most surely a soiled dove from Dorwinion city's brothel, or in modern terms, a whore.

"Your drink, my lord." she softly spoke and then curtly eyeballed Josie up and down with envy as green as her dress.

Impatiently waiting for the Stephane lookalike to acknowledge her, Josie scoffed and stepped forward. "S...Stephane?" she nervously stammered due to his frazzled demeanor.

He sharply raised a brusque arm to the healer's fussing hands, scolding them away and briskly brought his unceremonious attention to Josie with reeling eyes as he bluntly snapped through his gritted teeth.

"I would like to remind you and your perplexed eyes that the one you speak of STILL has his throat beneath my heal."

"I...I'm not here to see him nor do I desire to. After all, HE is the alter is he not? I have come to see you...Darken Rahl."

The silence was deafening. So much so that the delicate crackling of Rosemary smoking on the table could be heard as all eyes gazed upon a finger fidgeting Josie, the same thing Rahl knew Stephane did when he was either nervous or lying.

Rahl stood, bearing only a crimson fabric around his waist that reached his ankles in length. With a tilt of his head and forbidding eyes fixed solely on Josie, he raised a dismissing hand to the man and woman. "Leave us."

The healer promptly exited as the stunned woman remained in place. "But my lord, you requested my..."

Darting his eyes to her, they flashed a portending peach glow. "Your services are no longer desired at this time Seppia. If you so wish for them to ever be desired again..." he paused, and then raged, "you will DO AS I HAVE COMMANDED!"

She whimpered as she flinched at his bellowing roar. "Y..yes m..my lord."

Her eyes then narrowed at Josie who returned a gloating glare and grin. As Seppia closed the door behind her and leaned against it, her mouth wickedly curled on each side. "Your ordered fate will just have to wait a bit longer lord Rahl."

"Well now." Rahl snarled and took back his seat at the table, letting his eyes indiscreetly roll up and down Josie's body as he recalled his hallucinogenic dream of her that had brought him to an orgasmic awakening. "If you aren't the devil with the blue dress on....literally. Do you really think I am a naive fool to your ploys?"

"I...I do not know what you mean?"

"Do not play coy with me Josephine. I saw the glimmer of hope fade from your eyes the moment you realized I was not your precious pepperminty Stephane. Lies spew from your cock sucking lips. I can read you like a book you audacious little bitch. You want him, not me, and you came here foolishly thinking you could trick me by seducing me, all in another futile attempt to revive him so he can heal you."

Josie's lips pursed at his offensive insults. "I came here to make sure YOU were alright after hearing about what happened!!"

Rahl chuckled as he gave one long blink at her. "Just as you were so concerned for me during our duel and let us not forget the vampire tendencies you seem to possess and unleashed upon myself and my men."

"The sword fight was your idea! You said you wanted to see my fighting skills and the blood rage thing, I didn't know I had it and I don't even know how it happened. I blacked out. It's all a blur. I have no idea how to control it. I swear!"

"Nonetheless, it does not change the fact that you hold love for all those that I loathe. Shall I name them all.. Garrett, Haldir, Legolas, my traitorous brother and so forth...."

"I don't care about any of them! Not anymore! Well, except Charles. He's your son and you tried to kill him!"

"Correction! I was not going to kill him!" he barked. "I simply tried to teach him a lesson. He's young, weak and foolish, following my brother around like a puppy that knows no better! He's the one who shot me in case that little tidbit slipped your mind!"

"Purposely in the arm! He loves you and I don't care how evil you are. Your kin, even Bash, mean something to you."

"Do they now. Ask my own father if that is true. Oh wait, you can't because I killed him."

"That's because he made you do unfathomable things which in turn, created you."

"You know nothing about ME or my father, only what Sebastian told you which was and is none of your concern. He will be taught a lesson too and learn his place."

"Fine. It's none of my concern about that but what about Charles? As you said, he's young and I would not call him foolish, but he does have a lot to learn. With that said, I think you would be proud of him after what I witnessed only moments ago."

His brow arched. "How so?"

"That wretched woman!" Josie raged and began to pace about. "Catherine. She said degrading, hurtful things to him. She even slapped him and threatened him! BUT..." she stopped and smirked, "this time, he fought back. It was less than she deserved but it still spooked her real good. Like you just did to that...that soiled Seppia, whom I do not trust by the way for my intuition still exists, Charles showed his dreadful mother what he was capable of. You need to do something about her. Damn Stephane for releasing her! He was too soft and sensitive! She should have been acidified in Blaze's belly by now and shat out for the flies to feast upon!"

Rahl's brow slightly twitched in delight at Josie's darkness but his skepticism still remained. "Oh Josephine, that's quite a show. You're almost convincing of your transformation but once again, I can tell your lying because your lips are moving. You're all talk and no action. Not to mention, you're angry with her treatment of Charles but not mine."

"What?? What was I supposed to do?? I have no powers because of your venom!!! Give them back to me and I'll gladly finish her off! As far as what you did to Charles, I agree with you after hearing your side. You were teaching him to own who he truly is. His weakness stems from his neglective upbringing with that woman and Stephane's influence. His light sickens me and it's poisoned Charles with morals and all that disgusting goodness. In fact...I can hardly stand the sight of you right now. Why on earth do you wear his vile image???"

Rahl leaned forward with an intense stare, testing the dark waters. "The action I speak of does not apply to Charles. Prove to me that it is I you desire."

He leaned back and unraveled his towel, letting it drape from the chair, then he spread his sculpted thighs and relaxed his arms to hang at his sides as his hungry eyes devoured the delicious prey. "Come. Sit. I don't bite....hard."

Josie reluctantly looked away from the lengthy glorious girth sprawled lazily onto the chair that she once had the pleasure of. "Funny, your facetious double entendres and the fact that you just bit my head off for presuming I was here to seduce you and now you try to seduce me."

"As I said, I want proof that my venom has taken full effect and that you are ready to be my Queen."

"Prove it to you? Why not just beat the venom to the punch and slap one of those dog collars on me so you can take what you want like you did to Josselyn?"

"I'm more of a cat person if you haven't noticed. The Rada'Han will not be necessary if your intentions are pure. Either way, you will be mine soon enough."

"What about Seppia? I'm not one to...share. Why is she even here?? She's far from your type."

"What can I say? Cats like to play. She is merely a toy that I requested my guards bring to me from the city."

"You're just in heat! She's a fucking alley rat!"

"Why Josephine, you're looking a bit...green. All you have to do is come to me and she will go away."

Josie was momentarily quiet as she looked his bare form over. "Change out of Stephane's image. Change back to Rahl's, yours."

"I cannot."

"What do you mean you cannot???"

"The lingering effects of the silverbane limit my magic. It may take days to fully recover. What does this matter? You know I am Rahl, for only Stephane is immune to poison and as he sleeps within me, so does his own magic."

"Because I don't want to look at HIM while fucking YOU!"

Rahl picked up his garment and covered his lower half, then, feeling the jealousy that he just accused her of, he cracked into a violent vein popping rage as he pointed to his door. "Is that so? Or maybe it is an excuse because you do not want to feel like you are taking advantage of HIM. You are indeed LYING to me or you would care not for him! I will hear no more of this. Seppia will fulfill my needs for the night and you...you will get the FUCK out of my chambers and will not return until that torch you hold for him and that light inside of you have both been extinguished!"

Flight. It's all Josie could do for the fight inside of her was gone, especially after her blow up at Haldir. She was emotionally exhausted and just wanted to die so she could be with her King, for that was the only torch that could never be extinguished. Her shield protected it and her undying love for Thranduil. There was no evil, no magic, no poison and no man that could ever sever that bond. Even the Elvenking himself couldn't do it. As many times as he had pushed her away, his Josephine always came back to him and he to her, for they both loved each other more than their own lives and magic...always had a way of uniting things that were meant to be together. He was her twin flame, her eternal flame and she was his.

Swinging his chamber door wide open, the Queen of Mirkwood ran through the Dorwinion castle halls with her scarlet strands and the train of her baby blue gown flowing behind her as waterfalls gushed from her burning eyes, much like the night she escaped the abusive clutches of Peter. But this time, there would be no King to save her.

Rahl remained in his seat, beginning to feel a bit green around the gills and greatly perplexed as to how his blackened heart was racing with emotions, the kind a dark warlock lord should not feel, especially for a woman and it befuddled him even more that he could not shut them off. Briefly though, they were interrupted by Giller, Rahl's right hand warlock.

"Your Grace, I have come to inform you that your ordered task has been completed. The witch doctor is contained and will be delivered to the ally shortly."

Rahl, in his moment of weakness, had forgotten all about Josephine's warlock father who he had given the use of his villa to after the mind altered Julian had aided Rahl by drawing out most of the silverbane.

"Good." Rahl simply whispered in a dazed state, making no eye contact with tall, dark and deathly looking man.

"Are you...alright my lord? You seem...distracted."

"It...it's Stephane, his emotions. They plague me. I cannot ward them off. My heart races."

Giller began to smell the air and then with gaping eyes, he darted to the table and doused the burning herbs with an entire carafe of wine that splashed all over Rahl's chest.

"Giller, have you gone mad??!!"

"My lord, could you not smell it??? Where did these leaves come from? Who placed them here???"

"Smell what???" he griped as he vigorously wiped the staining blood red vintage from his skin. "It's Rosemary for healing, you imbecile. I have used it many times! It does not affect me like this!"

"No, but Angelica leaves will! It wards off evil. The plant will weaken you, including your senses and your image!"

Rahl's scrubbing came to an abrupt halt as he gazed at the petite iron cauldron. "It...it was burning when I arrived. She must have....before I....that lying, conniving cunt! She was trying to bring him back just as I suspected!"

"My lord, we both need to leave the room immediately and seek fresh air. I will have the servants see to it that the air is purified while you are out."

Rahl swiftly slipped into his red robe and was practically shoved out the door by Giller and once in the hall, Rahl gave a command with vengeance in his eyes. "Giller...have Seppia return to my chambers this evening when the air is clean and have her draw a bath for us to share. Have the servants stock plenty of wine and candles. She and I are not to be disturbed."

Rahl swiftly swirled around, his robe flaring about his bare feet and off he stormed, growling under his breath. "While the cat's away, the mouse will....payyyy."

@redeemer46

[epilogue-and-prologue]

Masterlist - LOTR & Hobbit

The Hobbit (movie)

What tattoo do they have, where and what’s the significance if there is any? - All characters - Physical/Tattoos/Mentions of loss

Thorin Oakenshield

Saying to Thorin you'd want to live in Lothlorien - Drabble - Thorin & Reader - Future Follow-up Piece to be posted ;)

No Title - Childhood Friends to Enemies to Lovers - Thorin x Elf!Reader

Words Etched On Skin - Pranks/Humour/Soulmate!AU - Thorin x F!Reader

I'm everybody's favourite toy but nobody's favourite love - Poverty/Prostitution(mentions of)/Use of Y/N/Fluff - Thorin x Sex Worker!Reader

Fili Durin

Words - Ask/Prompt- Fairy Tale!AU/Happy Ending/Fluff/Angst - Fili x F!Reader

Thranduil

Affections - Miscommunication/Rejection/Angst/Happy Ending/Reader's Legolas friend first - Thranduil x F!Reader

Lord of the Rings (movies)

Eomer

Promises - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 - Romantic/Three Parts/Unrequited love/Loss/Guilt/Angst with a fluffy ending - Eomer x F!Reader

Happiness - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 - Romantic/Three Parts/Arranged Marriage/Heavy angst with a fluffy end/Pregnancy/Mentions of grief and deaths - Eomer x F!Reader

Blue Moon - One-Shot - Romantic/Humble Worker/Reader loves horses - Eomer x Reader

Haldir

Holding On - One-Shot - Romantic/Miscommunications/Haldir is being mean on accident/Exhaustion/Lack of sleep/Delayed Proposal of sorts - Haldir x Reader

[wareagleofthemountain]

💍 RING — does your oc have any piercings? do they want any (more) piercings?

🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN — does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos?

For Caladwen 😏

Hi!!

Yes! She has three golden studs in each ear!

And yes, especially on her shoulder blades. A twisting pattern of vines and flowers that cascades down to her lower back. She wants to get Haldir’s warden rank insignia next.

[queeniesrose]

The final few of the Video Game posts, Thirsty Tweets, and Tattoos post will be posted later than expected. I haven’t had the motivation to finish them.

Slightly off topic, I have finally gotten polls. So time for the first poll of the blog!

[marchwardenofmordor]

My Veilguard Rooks!

Cerridion

The OG. He’s a Death Caller Mournwatch Mage based on Frankenstein’s Monster and Celebrimbor with bucket loads of religious trauma and sexual tension regarding his god, Elgar’nan. He’s not romancing anybody because he’s too preoccupied purposely pushing everybody away and choosing all the aggressive/mean dialogue options. Even though Rook’s voice is English, I canon him to have a Low-Pitch Welsh accent.

Kirkonvaaki Ingellvar

One dilf to rule them all; my huge Qunari Mournwatch Reaper, who, despite his appearance, is so laid back he’s horizontal. He’s chilled out as fuck and is romancing Emmrich, because gods only know, that anxious old man needs another significantly less anxious old man to calm him down. He was found in a crypt in the necropolis as an infant and was mistaken for a gargoyle. He was named Kirkonvaaki after the Scandinavian folkloric creature, the Church Grim. Even though Rook’s voice is English, I canon him to have a Low-Pitch Finnish accent.

Elgara’shan Thorne

His name literally means ‘Freckles’ in Dalish. He’s a Dalish elf and Rogue Grey Warden who spent a lot of time underground fighting darkspawn alongside the dwarves, and he’s romancing Lace Harding. He’s fast as fuck, incredibly agile… but also a nervous wreck, prone to tears and panicking. Elgara’shan has a lot of dwarven tattoos he acquired whilst working alongside the dwarves, whom he loves, adores and deeply respects, despite the history between elves and dwarves. He feels, as a grey warden who grew up away from the dalish, that he has more in common with dwarves than with his own people. His voice is faithful to the OG Medium-pitch English Rook voice.

Brao’nan Aldwir

A dalish elf who is a Warrior Veil Jumper from Arlathan. His name means ‘Sorrow’, and yet he is extremely humorous, always going for the funny dialogue options. Like Cerridion, however, he also has religious trauma, but with Ghilan’nain instead; when he undertook the ritual of getting his vallaslin, he chose Ghilan’nain because of his love and reverence for the Halla. In light of recent events, he shamefully covers up his vallaslin with war-paint, and the hurt runs deeper than he is willing to show. He’s romancing Davrin, as the Achilles to his Patroclus, and is also partially based on Haldir from LOTR. Although Rook’s voice is English, I canon him to have a Medium-Pitch Irish accent.

[rangers-arecool]

For: Arwen :: @amarthfaeg Muses: Hal & Aragorn Prompt: Tattoo - when they reach a certain age, a tattoo shows up on their bodies that they have in common

  Hidden from all but the former Ranger who owned the house and his visiting kin, a small child sized ledge could be found tucked away in the corner. It had first been noted when Maechedir brought the property but he had never bothered to sort it out. A fact he had been grateful for, at varying times in the recent years

The Northern Barrow-downs.

  Well. The Barrow-downs in general wasn’t a place that many of the living, both travellers and permanent Bree residents, liked to visit. Some of the more braver folk went there only to get items not found anywhere else but most of the time, they asked the Rangers of the North to help. With barghests, wandering spirits and barrow-weights among other creatures now calling the place home, it wasn’t a surprise that most folk tried to avoid the Barrow-downs if possible.

  For most children who lived in Bree, their curiosity were quickly drowned out by fear and dread as they reached the main entrance to the Northern Barrow-downs. Many returned to the safety of the town, terrified of the unnatural chill in the air, glowing red eyes of the roaming hounds and the ever present low lying mist. Yet for the youngsters who did venture into the terrifying land of danger, barrows and darkness, many were never seen again.

“Maechedir, have you seen Hal? She never appeared in the Prancing Pony today.”

   It was one thing to be asked that question by some of the children as his seven year old granddaughter tended to hide away and be alone. But when one of his kin and more importantly, the Heir to the Northern Dúnedain asked it, the former Ranger gave his full attention. He thought for a few minutes, thinking back to when he had last seen her then frowned. ”Last time I saw her, she was curled up reading in the alcove by the wall. That was about 7 this morning. I haven’t seen her since, which is odd for Hal. Although…” The old Ranger trailed off uncharacteristically, recalling a fact that he had been worried about.

  When Maechedir didn’t finish his sentence, slate grey eyes narrowed with concern- and worry. For that wasn’t a good sign, especially with the storm coming over. “Mae?” A couple of other visiting Rangers, who had also been looking for the young girl, came to stop near them.

  ”There was something wrong, Arathorn. She’s been acting off for the last few days but I thought it was because another child had disappeared. And she hasn’t said anything but I’ve noticed that she’s been rubbing her upper arms a lot, like they were hurting. I think her tattoos have started to appear.”

  All the Rangers present at that precise moment stilled. They knew that the Tinnudir born man wasn’t prone to exaggeration and triads weren’t unknown to their kin. In fact one such triad of soulmates was standing just a few feet away, waiting for Arathorn’s instructions. It was easy to work out where the search would be starting but the difficulty came in actually finding the kid. As the Barrow-downs weren’t the easiest of places to track in and Hal was far too good at hiding, especially when she didn’t want to be found.

  A wordless look was all the group of Wandering Men needed and they quickly vanished to track down the silent seven year old. It was rare for them to have to search for Hal as normally they ended up asking her for help. As the skies overhead darkened with the fast approaching thunderstorm, Arathorn hoped that he and his kin would be successful in finding her in time.

~~~~~

Present Day

"Lady Arwen and Estel are getting worried that you will leave."

  Hal didn't startle at Haldir's voice, having been aware of his presence before he actually appeared. They were sitting on one of the outermost flets in Lothlorien, knees tucked against their chest and arms around their legs. "I was going to but Lord Celeborn asked me to wait until the storm had passed over the Misty Mountains." Their voice was quiet, remaining focused on the water surface.

  It had only been due to help from his fellow Marchwardens that he knew where to look, since a couple of elves were keeping an eye on them. He followed the quiet Ranger's gaze out across the River Anduin for a few minutes, taking a moment to just watch the wildlife on it's banks. However with dusk fast approaching, Haldir knew they both needed to return to the city as the dangers worsened at night.

  A quiet conversation picked up as Elf and Dúnadan entered through the entrance of Caras Galadhon, taking the longer path to reach the guest Talan where they were staying. Avoiding the newly betrothed couple wasn't something Hal wanted to do but after their soulmarks had been accidentally revealed the previous night, it was easier to retreat to the safety of Talan Brethil. Although no one was waiting at the flet, it didn't surprise them that people had been there.

  Once inside, Hal curled up on the bed under a blanket and fell into a semi peaceful sleep. When dark grey eyes flickered open a few hours later, she felt more tethered to the world and less like leaving Lothlorien without warning. The gender-fluid Ranger had planned to take a shower and go patrol with Rumil but that plan was momentarily paused. It was virtually impossible to free herself from Aragorn's hold, especially when he didn't want to let go and was asleep.

"Lady Arwen."

She was still exhausted from the long mission she was on, before getting Aragorn's request to visit Lothlorien. But it hadn't shown through the neutral mask she wore in public, nor through the flicker of pain and wariness across her features at seeing the Evenstar and Tree of Gondor marks uncovered on her own arms.

[luna-redamancy]

Hi! I love your writing! How do you think Haldir, Lindir, Elrond and Thranduil would react to meeting and being in a relationship with a reader who has dark blue hair, pierced ears, tattoos on her arms and back and two different coloured eyes (for example one is brown-yellowish and the other sky-blue)

Hi lovey! Thank you so much for reading and enjoying my work. I always get so excited when I see you in my notifications. I hope you enjoy this!

I think they would all find you very interesting. At first they may be stuck up and a bit put-off by your appearance because tattoos and piercings are usually a dwarvish practice, so they may compare you to a dwarf upon first meeting you. However, delving into a relationship with you they would love to trace your tattoos and ask you about them. 

Thranduil- 

Thranduil would definitely be the most judgemental at first, your tattoos and piercings reminding him of a few dwarves he once had in his dungeons, but your eyes drew him in. He would often compare your eyes to the sun and the sky, especially when light hits your brown-yellow eye, it would look like the sun itself in his opinion. Once in an established relationship, he would try to make up for his earlier judgment by frequently commenting on your appearance and the art that is etched into your skin.

Haldir- 

Haldir and Lindir would probably be the less rude but definitely the most intrigued by your appearance. Haldir knows how much tattoos can hurt so he would find you extremely brave and definitely a force to be reckoned with. 

Lindir- 

Lindir, like Haldir, would be fascinated by your appearance. He would trace your tattoos, ask to watch how you take care of your piercings, and would even go so far to ask you if you think he would look good with one.  Lindir is a soft elf, so don’t be shocked to find poetry being written about your eyes and the art upon your body. 

Elrond- 

Like Thranduil, Elrond would be judgemental at first. He wouldn’t be rude but he definitely would be careful with his wording, he isn’t hateful of dwarves or their traditions, but certain prejudices still remain in this older elf. Once the two of you would delve into a romantic relationship he finds himself appreciating your uniqueness and wanting to flaunt it off as much as possible. Elrond would do this by having clothing specifically designed to show off your tattoos in the most flattering way possible. 

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[random-imagines-blog]

Lord of the Rings Masterlist

In an attempt to organize the blog and keep everything in order, masterlists are being made to join together into a masterlist of masterlists to make it easier for those on mobile. Thanks for being patient! 

⭐ contains smut

Legolas

Oneshots

Prove You Wrong {Legolas Oneshot}

Imagines

Imagine volunteering to be part of the Fellowship just to annoy Legolas.

Imagine Legolas spotting you’re in trouble.

Imagine trying to sneak up on Legolas but he senses your presence.

Aragorn

Oneshots

Taking Pain in Large Doses

A Different Canvas ⭐

Imagines

Imagine being injured in battle and Aragorn taking care of you.

Imagine singing songs with Pippin and Merry, and catching Aragorn’s attention.

Imagine Aragorn coming home to you, bringing you your favorite exotic food.

Imagine being Legolas’s ex but falling for Aragorn.

Imagine Aragorn hearing news that you are betrothed to another.

Gimli

Imagines

Imagine Gimli coming across you in the Mines of Moria.

Boromir

Imagines

Imagine spending your afterlife with Boromir.

Imagine finding yourself in Middle Earth, and becoming close to Faramir and Boromir.

Imagine Boromir taking you home after a battle.

Imagine telling Boromir that you’re pregnant with twins.

 Merry

Imagines

Imagine Merry thinking you’re someone from the fairytales he heard growing up.

Imagine Merry swearing to protect your life with his.

Imagine trying to get Merry’s attention but he’s too busy eating to notice.

Imagine Merry trying to impress you by proving he’s taller than Pippin.

Pippin

Oneshots

A Moment Sometimes

Starfall

Behind the Crimson Door

Imagines

Imagine living with Pippin in The Shire and he brings in a surprise pet one day.

Imagine being put in charge of Pippin.

Imagine Pippin receiving the news that you’ve been injured in battle.

Imagine causing mischief with Pippin.

Frodo

Oneshots

Jenny of Oldstones

Imagines

Imagine Frodo teaching you things he had learned on his adventures.

Imagine taking care of Frodo when he has nightmares after his adventure.

Samwise Gamgee

Oneshots

Imagines

Eomer

Oneshots

Fallen

The Dream

Tip My Helmet

Under the Rose

Imagines

Imagine Eomer seeing you swimming nude.

Imagine Eomer growing angry with the other Riders of Rohan for getting close to you.

Imagine braiding Éomer‘s hair while he sleeps.

Imagine Eomer not being happy that you took Merry under your wing.

Imagine Eomer catching you imitating his speeches.

Faramir

Oneshots

Waiting

We

Personal

The Way Back

Gathering Light

Imagines

Imagine tending to Faramir’s wounds.

Imagine Faramir catching you talking to an ex.

Imagine finding yourself in Middle Earth, and becoming close to Faramir and Boromir.

Imagine Faramir thinking he’ll have to spend his birthday alone.

Imagine always tripping over Faramir’s armor.

Imagine Faramir tickling you.

Imagine Faramir taking care of you while you’re sick.

Haldir

Oneshots

Tonight Tonight

Imagines

Imagine being a bard, and impressing Haldir.

Thranduil

Oneshots

The Bad Place

The Sky is Falling

All the Love

Seeing Stars  

Imagines

Imagine enjoying a rainy day with Thranduil. 

Imagine Thranduil being entranced  by your sleeve tattoo.

Imagine meeting Thranduil to build a bridge between your elven colonies. 

Thorin Oakenshield

Oneshots

Over

Imagines

Imagine Thorin coming across your sketchbook.

 Fili

Imagines

Oneshots

Kili

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine catching Kili staring at you.

Imagine Kili helping you to button your dress before a feast.

Imagine Kili realizing you’re no longer by his side.

Imagine making Kili lose a bet.

Elrond

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine being an elf from a place Elrond had never heard of before.

 Bilbo

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine attempting to entice Bilbo on another adventure.

Imagine packing Bilbo’s bag for him before he leaves.

 Bard the Bowman

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Bard the Bowman finding out that you’re one of the few witches in Middle Earth.

 Tauriel

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Tauriel being unable to ease your pain.

Galadriel

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine seeing Galadriel under the light of the Full Moon.

Imagine being an emotional human who falls for Galadriel, a cold elf.

Fellowship in General

Oneshots

The Wild

Imagines

Imagine being a fire mage and being part of the Fellowship.

Imagine the fellowship seeing your face for the first time.

Imagine having a skill with enchantment magic, and joining the fellowship.

[elithilanor]

BLOG RULES

Minors, TERFs, Racists, Homo and Transphobes DNI

Love asks and comments! I’m happy to have you here! Love requests and prompts!

All consent, all the time! Only consensual non-con and even then I’m unlikely to write it without a lot of discussion

No minors/underage. I will block ageless/blank blogs that follow me.

No incest (parent/child, siblings, etc); half of them are cousins somehow that’s just the silmarilion for ya

Preferred queer/LGBTQ+ pairings and fic asks

Currently not accepting OFC or fem reader insert fics. Gender neutral or masc OC and insert fics (or just gen) are great!

No extreme violence, gore, or sa

No Haladriel (Halbrand/Galadriel)

I’m not super well-versed in RoP except Elrond, so that’s a factor. I’ll let you know if that changes

The blog names meaning if anyones curious: El Ithil Anor are the Sindarin words for star, moon, and sun.

FIC MASTERLIST

Sapphic Tolkien Creator List

LoTr Tolkien Author List

You can find me on ao3 at tazangelofdeath!

Haldir:

NSFW Alphabet

Tattoo Imagine

NSFW Haldir’s Return Home

Rescue Imagine

Holding Each Other Imagine

Non-Sexual Kneeling HC

Meadow Minor Expansion on Non-Sexual Kneeling

Some Haldir Baking HCs

Injured Partner HCs

Submissive! Haldir:

Sub! Haldir with Domme OFC HCs

Comforted by your Elvish Partner During Sensory Overwhelm Series:

Elrond, Haldir, Arwen

Tauriel, Arondir, Thranduil

Legolas, Glorfindel, Lindir, Erestor

Celeborn and Galadriel

Elrond:

Fem! Elrond & Reader with Broken Glass

Tauriel:

Exiled Imagine

Sapphic Arwen:

NSFW Basics - Short Imagine

NSFW Full Alphabet

Delayed Gratification -Smut

Rúmil:

NSFW Alphabet

Rúmil x Trans Masc Smut Drabble

Glorfindel:

NSFW Alphabet

Erestor x Reader x Glorfindel:

Triad Soft Summer Sun Imagine

@sotwk Haldir Requests:

Typically featuring more masc Haldir, fem reader, straight relationship, less/no nsfw, Haldir in line with her Haldir hcs vs my own

Pregnancy Reveal - Eleniel - Daughter of the Stars

A Warden’s Love, A Healer’s Kindness to be updated with the newest version until it’s finished

Other Headcanons/Meta/Asks

Helcaraxë and Trauma Response Humor

Elves Painting Their Nails / Gender Discussion

Elvish Braiding Customs Ask

Favorite Middle Earth Characters Ask

Lórien Bois HCs

Elves with a Visually Impaired/Blind Partner

[dreamlandcreations]

Moodboards masterlist

This is my graveyard for the moodboards I will not write about... no, I will not... well... maybe...

• Moodboards masterlist #2 • Main Masterlist •

Adrian Chase

Vigilante (Adrian Chace x Kryptonian!Reader)

Aemond Targaryen

The Bastard Princess (Aemond Targaryen x Daemon’s daughter!Reader)

Phantom of the Opera AU (Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon (Strong)!Reader)

Aleksander Morozova

see moodboard masterlist #2

Alfie Solomons

see moodboard masterlist #2

Bane

Stolen - Bane x warlord’s daughter!Reader

Bane x mayor!Reader (LP version)

Bane x mayor!Reader (GG version)

Catwoman - Bane x Fox!Reader 

Catwoman - Bane x Fox!Reader (Joker version)

Heist AU - thief!Bane x hacker!Reader

Billy Russo

see moodboard masterlist #2

Bishop Losa

Zombie Apocalypse AU

Boba Fett

Stargate AU - goa'uld!Boba x SG team member / tok'ra!Reader inspired by this?

Professor AU

Supernatural AU - hunter!Boba Fett x Reader (hunter!Fennec Shand)

RED AU - ex CIA agent!Boba x CIA agent!Reader

Brother Day

Day & Night

Bucky Barnes

Neverland AU - Captain James “Hook”!Bucky x Tigerlily!Reader x “Crocodile”!Namor

Caspian

Caspian x witch!reader

Daemon Targaryen

The dragon has three heads - Daemyra x Targaryen!Reader

The Pirate Queen AU - pirate!Daemon Targaryen x Pirate Queen Rhaenys’ daughter!Reader

Eddie Brock/Venom

The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo AU - Eddie Brock x hacker!Reader inspired by @fabuloustomhardy's edit

Eddie Munson

Three - Eddie Munson x powered!Reader

The Banished - fox fae!Eddie Munson x Reader

Eddie Munson x dark genie!Reader inspired by @harrywavycurly's not genie

Éomer

Immortality/The choice - Éomer x Reader x Haldir

Feyd-Rautha

Fae AU - dark fae!Feyd-Rautha x light fae Atreides!Reader

Dream of a lifetime - Feyd x Atreides!Reader

Feyd-Rautha x Earthling!Reader

Haldir

Immortality/The choice - Éomer x Reader x Haldir

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Star Wars AU - Rebel pilot!Jake Seresin x Ren!Reader

Pen Pals

The Proposal AU - Jake Seresin x doctor!Reader

Epic(ish) AU - fae!Jake Seresin x Reader

James Delaney

James Delaney x blind!Reader

Biker AU

Maliksi

The Other Trese - Maliksi x Alexandra’s twin!Reader

Namor

Alliance - Namor x Killmonger’s cousin!Reader

Neverland AU - Captain James “Hook”!Bucky x Tigerlily!Reader x “Crocodile”!Namor

Nathan Bateman

Altered Carbon AU

Poe Dameron

The Pink and Blue Ribbon made for @the-little-ewok's Poe x Reader fic

Robb Stark

The Wolf and the Lion - Robb Stark x Lannister!Reader

Sesshōmaru

Sesshōmaru x cat yōkai!Reader

Tommy Shelby

Men (modern AU) - Tommy Shelby x Reader x Alfie Solomons

What Dreams May Come AU

Treadway

Succession

FIREFLY-GRAPHICS MOODBOARD CHALLENGE

(Billy Russo/Darkling, Bucky Barnes, Sherlock Holmes, Tony Stark, WandaxVision)

500 FOLLOWERS MOODBOARD CHALLENGE

(Daemon Targaryen, Valyrian OCs, Darkling/Aleksander Morozova, Eddi Munson and other Stranger Things characters, Hangman and Coyote, Alfie Solomons, Eames)

[lathalea]

Writer's Month 2021 Masterlist

Here is the list of my fics written for the Writer's Month 2021 event.

word: protective | setting: high school AU (Thranduil x Reader)

word: cold | setting: coffeeshop AU (Bard x Bofur)

word: outside | setting: wedding (Thorin x Yrsa [OC])

word: play | setting: historical/modern setting (Thorin x fem!Bilbo)

word: secret | setting: pirate AU (Thorin x The Silver Sorceress [OC])

word: amnesia | setting: science fiction world (Thorin x Reader)

word: feather | setting: time loop (Gandalf & Daisy [OC])

word: water | setting: social media AU (Thorin x Reader)

word: darkness | setting: criminals/mob AU (Thorin x Yrsa [OC], part 2)

word: sunshine | setting: aged up/deaged (Haldir x Reader)

word: glass | setting: royalty AU (Thorin x Reader)

word: time | setting: superheroes/villains AU (Fili x Eiris [OC])

word: night | setting: flower shop/ tattoo parlor AU (Dwalin x Reader)

word: duck | setting: utopia/dystopia (Thorin x Yrsa [OC])

word: edge | setting: soulmate AU (Thorin x Reader)

word: photo | setting: college AU (Kili x gn!Reader)

word: dream | setting: angel/demon AU (Thorin x Yrsa [OC])

word: key | setting: role reversal (Thorin x fem!Bilbo)

word: movie | setting: genderbend world (fem!Thorin x fem!Dwalin)

word: dog | setting: cops/fire fighters AU (Fili x Reader)

word: pizza | setting: vampires/werewolves AU (Thorin x OC)

word: house | setting: Alpha/Beta/Omega-verse (Thorin x fem!Bilbo)

word: truth | setting: arranged marriage (Eomer x Lothiriel)

word: letter | setting: fake relationship (Thorin x Mila [OC])

word: obnoxious | setting: fairy tale (Thorin x Yrsa [OC])

word: depth | setting: ghosts/medium AU (Thorin x OC)

word: sword | setting: Western AU (Aragorn & Boromir)

word: fire | setting: winged AU (Haleth x Caranthir)

word: bed | setting: snowed in (Thorin x Yrsa)

word: tree | setting: band AU (Thorin x Reader)

word: purple | setting: merpeople AU (Thorin x Reader) Thank you for reading and reblogging!💙 My main masterlist is here.

[nicos-oc-hell]

IDENTITY

Full name: Elisen Thundris (Thundris is the god of mountains) Chaeyra 

Nicknames:

Thundris, prefers if you use it when he’s in his male form

Elly by the gang

Chae by Logan

Mischief by her father

Eli (E-lie) by Aris

Date of birth: May 7th 1881

Gender: Bigender (She/her/hers/He/him/his)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Blood status: muggleborn

Ethnicity/Race: Mermaid

Nationality: Atlantean

MAGIC & HOGWARTS

House: Gryffindor

Wand: oak wood, phoenix feather core and 10 ½ inches

Animagus: squirrel 

Quidditch: seeker

Prefect: No 

Clubs: not in any

Extra magical abilities: Shapeshifter (the humans say metamorphmagus), can breathe underwater, is faster underwater, has control over water 

APPEARANCE AND VOICE

Faceclaim: Charlie Cox and Jennifer Lawrence

Height: 5’8

Weight: 138 lbs

Hair color: dark brown (naturally) then whatever color she feels like

Hair style:

Eye color: sea green

Skin tone: tan

Scars: a scar on his forehead because he was running around in the forest surrounding the marketplace

Modifications: everything if he’s in his male form and a tattoo that Haldir and Ayas made him get, they all have matching tattoos of a chameleon. His tattoo is on his left pec

Distinguishing marks: if you’ve happened to see him without a shirt on, you would’ve noticed the gills on his stomach and the scales coming up the side of his body from his leg

Clothing style:

Accessories: a pocket watch and a ring made by an elven-dwarf blacksmith in a minor city outside of Nytranthyr

What’s in their pockets?

Pocket knife

Quill

Candy

Money

What’s in their school bag?

Ink

More quills

Parchment paper

A pack of drinks

Voice claim: Jennifer Lawernce, Charlie Cox

Languages understood: English, Norse, Atlantean, Greek and Ancient Greek

Languages spoken: English, Norse, Atlantean, Greek and Ancient Greek

Speech and/or language disorder: No but she is dyslexic

PERSONALITY

Favorites:

Color: Blue

Food: Pizza

Weather: She loves storms

Books: Murder Mystery books

Hobbies: reading, swimming with Haldir, shapeshifting into random things, collecting stuffed animals of beasts from Eseria

Music: He loves listening to pianos and violins

Dislikes: Pretty much anyone from Malelin, the city in the skies, has a 600 year long beef with the city underwater

RELATIONSHIP

Father: Alun Chaeyra

Mother: Diondra Chaeyra

Little brother: Aris Chaeyra

Pet(s): A little pit bull that found its way into Eseria, Alun put a spell on the dog so it could breathe underwater and age at the same speed as Aris

S/O: tbd

Children: tbd

Friends:

The gang (Johnny, Elyon, Ayas, Haldir and Logan)

(hit me up if you would like your ocs to be friends with her)

Doormates:

This is tbd, as I have very poor planning

FACTS

Unlike the rest of the gang, Elisen is the only one who doesn’t have a human parent. Ayas is ¼ human seeing as one of his grandparents was a human.

While Haldir may also be a mermaid, since he is ½ human he doesn’t have to the full abilities of a mermaid for example; full mermaids can control water, Haldir can’t.

Elisen always has snacks on her, she could go days without leaving her dorm and her snack supply wouldn’t have a dent in it

Probably the sneakiest of out the gang

Will spend her afternoons sitting underwater like the original Percy Jackson she is

Makes a lot of bets and loses 2/3 of the time. That’s how she got her tattoo actually, losing a bet between Haldir and Ayas

Definitely makes bets on how long she can hold her breath underwater with people who don’t already know scheme

[rainydaymiddleearthimagines]

Lady of the Lake pt 2

You stood on the wall, rain hitting your face as you looked at the army before you. You knew these men must've been scared out of their wits. You felt terror in your body along with them.

There are many theories as to why men scream when entering battle. Fear. To drive themselves. You stayed silent. Men were inspired by a speech given by Aragorn, as were you. They yelled and you just stayed silent, nodding in approval. Aragorn was next to you now, watching the lands. You could feel your tattoos practically burning. Should you use this ability? Should you risk death? Should you call for her?

You remembered the witch's warnings, you remembered what it was like meeting her once. Were you prepared to face that feeling again? Were you prepared for what may come?

As the orcs stood before you, you drew your blades, men following after. You weren't even listening to any orders being given. You were focused on the armies. You were ready for this. Now all you needed was that one word to be screamed. That one order so that you could charge. No one was moving, the silence being so loud. A man though, accidentally shot down an orc. You couldn't blame him. A person can only hold an arrow drawn for so long in the rain. Men tensed up and the orcs remained quiet. But finally an order was given.

"ATTACK!" was shouted, men charging and the sounds of sword fighting started. You blocked a few arrows, looking for Théoden. You found him fighting with ease, feeling a sense of safety as Haldir fought next to you. Aragorn also kept by your side, refusing to leave you outright. He felt as though he had lost enough, losing you was not going to happen on his watch.

Your blade struck down a orc behind Aragorn, you looking at him to silently ask his status. He nodded to you to say he was fine before you ran to the wall. You kept having this feeling. Someone was watching you. You spun around, the rain still coming down hard before you saw a shape in the night sky. It was a raven. You swallowed hard. She was watching. She knew something was going to happen. You ran across the wall, warning Théoden of the witch's arrival. He frowned, Gamling leading him into the keep for safety as you cut down any orc that tried to follow. You looked around to see the raven near Haldir.

You frowned as you started cutting down any orcs near you. It seemed like the bastards were just multiplying. You were trying to clear a path so Théoden would be safe while also trying to get to the elven general. You struck down another orc as another readied to kill you. It brought down its sword before Aragorn blocked the attack, stabbing it and kicking it back. A strike of lightning lit up the night. You turned to see Haldir orcs.

The battle raged on as you saw another blast of lightning and Haldir right before he was struck down. "NO!" You yelled, sprinting to him. Sound stopped. Everything felt frozen as his sword clattered to the ground. Aragorn yelled, running with you. You couldn't let your people lose. Not like this. You drew your dagger, looking at your wrist. The tattoos of chains seemed to almost move as you stared at them. Théoden ran towards safety before seeing a raven in the sky. He frowned before seeing you. He knew exactly what this omen was.

"Y/N NO-" "EVERYONE, OFF THE WALLS! NOW!" Gamling yelled as he noticed your dagger in your hand. Aragorn turned around, seeing you slide your blade across your wrist. A loud boom emitted from the skies, a force knocking everyone else over.

Aragorn slowly lifted his head seeing you standing. But there was a stranger sight. The rain had frozen in midair. It was like it had just stopped. Orcs were down, slowly rising. They were equally confused looking around them. "Atigat's ij witch katu! (There's a witch here!)" One of them shouted.

You were the lone woman, standing on the wall. Aragorn rose, using his blade as a source of leverage. "Y/N!" he called. He stumbled forward but a force seemed to block him. He blinked. "What magic curses this land!?" Gimli asked. "This isn't the land!" Legolas breathed. "Then what is-" You faced the battlefield. ".... It's her." Aragorn breathed. You steadied your breathing. "Lar- mime óma, ni am Y/n l/n, save mime nórë. Lar- mime summons (Hear my voice, I am Y/n L/n, save my people. Hear my summons)." You said, voice echoing.

Your voice wasn't raised. It was very low, but somehow it was traveling for miles. "What is she calling on!?" Legolas asked. "I don't-" a loud roar cut everyone off, a dark shadow flying overhead before landing in front of Helm's Deep. You locked eyes with a large bird before it took the form of a woman. Her hair was dark as the night that surrounded you, she wore red that resembled the blood on the ground. But her eyes, were a piercing yellow. Despite the strange characteristics, she was beautiful. But it didn't take a orc or a man to know who stood before everyone.

She looked at you, eyebrow raised. "You call on me, yet you know the risks. Is this what you wish to do?" She asked. You looked at Théoden and then to Aragorn. Your heart pounded in your chest as you nodded. "My life for these men." You said. She nodded. "Very well." She said, holding out her hand. She summoned a staff made of a dark wood, raven's feathers hanging off of it.

She spoke a language not even recognize by the elves but one you clearly knew as you spoke with her. A pulsating light formed in your chest. Your eyes seemed to glow as you both gripped the staff, speaking in the same ancient language. The rain water was moving to one spot, the orcs frozen in place. Morrigan watched you, saying nothing as you proceeded to use the rain almost like arrows.

Each of them fell, one by one. Morrigan finally slammed her staff into the ground, any wounds that the men had were healed, the orcs returning to the earth and leaving grasses behind. She looked to you as finally you let go. You saw the land, orcs gone, the battlefield still.

"Thank... you." You whispered before collapsing. Aragorn rushed forward, kneeling by your side. Morrigan stayed standing, not even giving you a second glance. Aragorn put his ear to your chest, hearing nothing as Théoden ran over. "What have you done!?" He asked Morrigan. She sighed. "'Twas the girl's choice Théoden. Her life for your men." She stated. Tears burned Aragorn's eyes.

Morrigan looked up to the sky. Théoden sobbed holding you close. He lost his son already, now he had to lose his daughter? Aragorn felt as if he left so many things unsaid with you. He felt something for you, something more intense than friendship. Morrigan looked behind her and saw the men all kneel in respect. You had changed the lives of so many people. "This girl. What has she done for you all?" She asked a man. "She saved me wife before the plague could take her..." "she saved my brother from a attack." "She always made sure my family wouldn't starve." "She loved my daughters and kept us safe." Morrigan closed her eyes, trying to make a choice. She sighed before turning to you. Your flesh was cold, your heart unmoving. She looked back at the battlefield. "She will live another day." She stated before tapping her staff to the ground and turning to a crow before flying away.

Aragorn looked at your body, still unmoving. His heart sank, him holding you close. Théoden bowed his head, tears falling from both of the men's faces.

Then... you coughed.

Aragorn pulled back, you coughing a few more times. He looked at you as you slowly leaned forward. "Y-you're alive!" Théoden breathed. "Indeed I am..." You muttered confused to your state. Aragorn looked at you up and down before kissing you. You sank into his arms, holding him close. "Don't you ever leave me again." He said. "No promises, I have shit do." You teased, him rolling his eyes. You stood up, looking at your wrists. The chains were gone now, replaced with strange runes.

"She... released me..." You muttered. Théoden looked at you confused. "Who was that woman?" Gamling asked. "The Morrigan. One of the most powerful witches in middle earth." You muttered. "You know the Morrigan!?" Legolas asked, clearly alarmed. "...I suppose I have some explaining to do. For all of you." You said.

You all returned to the hall, Rohan's people dancing and singing for their victory as you sat at a table with Aragorn, Éowyn and Théoden. You sighed, your eyes still looking at your runes. "The village... the first attack it was... it was my fault." You explained. Théoden looked at you confused. "When I was a child I had a history of having these... magical outbursts. Things would break on their own, objects would move... but then came a day when I heard my mother speaking to my older brother. She said that she couldn't take care of me anymore, my magic was becoming increasingly dangerous. So... I had a outburst and" you sighed, leaning back with sadness in your eyes. "I killed them. My selfishness costed most of the lives of my village and my friends. My mother remained and she just..." You shook your head. "You were a child Y/n..." Théoden said. "Murder is still murder. I killed them and that burden will stay with me for the rest of my life. " You said. "How did the Morrigan cross paths with you?" Aragorn asked.

"She was my guide to Rivendell. The travel was long and tiring indeed. But she guided me. The woman was cold at first but it was something where she observed me. Even after I was with the elves. The second time I used my abilities I used them again for my own life. I was attacked by Orcs roaming the lands and I found that I had a aptitude for controlling water so..." "You used the lake." Aragorn nodded. "Six men died because of me. It wasn't the whole village but it was enough to provoke Morrigan. She bound my abilities and told me if I were to use them again, it'd be lethal." You muttered. "How did those men die?" Éowyn asked. "Drowned... Caught in my crossfire but at the time I didn't care." You admitted. "Why did she let you live?" Théoden asked. "I-" "I believe I can answer that." A voice said.

Morrigan sat down, her staff by her side. "Y/n you started your journey dangerous and selfish. You were lethal to those around you and because you were a child with little understanding to the world, you didn't care. I bound you to me because someone needed to supervise you." Morrigan said. "Wait so her powers were locked until you showed up?" Aragorn asked. "Yes." Morrigan nodded. "...So why let me live back in Helm's Deep?" You asked. She sighed. "You have proven yourself to have changed. You're no longer that overly destructive child. You are someone who was willing to sacrifice her life for thousands. You chose your people over yourself." She explained. "Why are you here?" Aragorn asked. "Well I've never been one to miss a celebration." She said. "Really?" Éowyn asked. "No. Gondor may be in danger. I will be flying there tonight. Thought you all should know." She said before getting up. She walked off, opening the doors to the hall before turning into a raven and flying off.

You sighed. "She still watches you." Aragorn said. "I'm not sure as to why." You muttered. You turned to Éowyn and Théoden. "If you wish me to leave after this information... I understand-" "You saved us Y/n. You made it a point to save our people... as far as I know orcs happened upon the village." He said. You looked at Éowyn. "I still believe you to be a good person... have no fear Y/n our friendship has not and will not change my sister." She stated.

You smiled. "Thank you. Now... I believe there is a party and people want to see how much their king can drink." You encouraged. Both of them left the table and you played with your hands. "You deserve a break too you know." You said to Aragorn. "I should be saying the same to you." Aragorn said. You looked at him, and sighed. "We haven't... discussed... Us." You said. He rose a brow. "No we haven't." He agreed. "HA! I CAN GO FOR NINE MORE PINTS YOU LIGHTWEIGHT BASTARD!"

"Want to go outside?" You asked. "Please." He nodded before leaving with you. You sat on the steps of the hall, the stars scattered across the night sky. "You've sacrificed a lot." Aragorn said. "... I am scared... all the time... that I will become who I once was... and all of my work, all of my training.. everything will have been for nothing." You said. Aragorn sat next to you. "That won't happen." He said. You looked over. "How do you know?" You asked. "When all of us told you not to make that sacrifice you still did the moment you knew your men would all die. You made that split decision in a moment of fear that prioritized your people over your own life." He said. You looked at him. "You are very wise." You chuckled. He smiled. "87 winters and you'll learn somethings about the world." He said. "But not enough to take over Gondor, right?" You asked. He looked over. "I saw your ring... and I've seen you in visions." You explained. "...Visions of what?" He asked. You looked at him, almost seeing a vision as you made eye contact. For a split second you could see him with a crown in Gondor's armor. "You being king..." You admitted. He looked away, silent to your mentions of this.

"Why haven't you made a claim?" You asked. "I...I fear I am just as weak as Isildur. I cannot put my people through the same fate, not again." He shuddered. You put your hand over his, him looking at you. "You are not Isildur Aragorn. The fact that you stepped away from power out of fear of doing the same thing as him, proves that. Isildur would've accepted his claim, no questions. But you stepped away out of fear for what's best for your people." You stated. He blinked, looking at you. "...Y/n..." He muttered. "Or I'm just a crazy witch, who knows at this point." You shrugged. He chuckled, holding your hands. "Y/n, you're something else, you know that?" He said. "Mm. Many say I'm deadly. Others go with crazy." You answered making him smile.

This was a moment of peace. Finally. You could breathe, you weren't in some dungeon, you weren't in danger. You closed your eyes inhaling. "I'm glad I'm finally at peace... and I'm glad you're with me Aragorn." You said. He pressed a kiss to your knuckles. "I... Y/n when you died I realized I've left much unsaid with you. I don't want to call it love because it could be unrequited but I feel strongly for you-" you kissed him. "I do love you Aragorn. Life is too short to not tell you that." You told him. He let out a breath, presumably one of relief. You nearly kissed again but noticed something glow before a raven flew down, taking the form of a concerned Morrigan.

"Gondor calls for aid."

[long-cosmos-overhead]

Hey, can you do hc for Elrond, Thranduil, Lindir, Haldir and Glorfindel with an s/o who has tattoos, piercings and constantly dyes their hair. Ps I love your work and hope you have a good day 🥰

Aw thank you of course I’ll write it

(I do not own LoTR or The Hobbit it it’s characters/ gif not mine)

Elrond

He was definitely drawn to you when you first met and by drawn to I mean utterly infatuated with you. Elrond has never seen anything like you and in all honesty he loved it, it was a breath of fresh air for him

Some people say it’s not proper or elegant but Elrond couldn’t care less if anything it made him proud of how brave and expressive you are

He has a habit of grabbing your hand and slowly twisting your arm taking in all your tattoos and he always asks the story behind it he could listen for hours about why you got that certain one

He’s less struck on the piercings not because he doesn’t think it’s pretty but because you told him how they’re done and to think about being stabbed with a needle made him a little nervous

Your hair is a beauty he loves it the most hair is so important for elves and to be able to run his fingers through shades he’d never even seen before really appeals to him it also helps when you get lost since you’re visible a mile away

Thranduil

He adores you with everything he has you are stunning, ethereal and gorgeous and by god did you catch his eye you were travelling with Thorin and the company before being captured by the elves. Thranduil took you away from the cell and honestly you were terrified but he sat down and asked you tell him about your hair, tattoos and piercings

He is definitely a tattoo tracer when you’re both cuddling or sat together he finds a tattoo he likes or that stands out to him and traces it with his fingers and more often than not asks you about it

Your hair is a wonder to him he never lets you hide it instead each day he braids it for you perfectly. Thranduil always touches your hair he’s like a child that’s found a new toy so hair salons are a thing for you two

Every time you dye your hair a new colour Thranduil dyes a small strip of the underneath of his hair the same colour as yours so he can be reminded of you, no one sees it but you and him and it makes your heart melt

Thranduil also loves the piercings and how they look he even asked you how he would look with piercings but like Elrond he’s put off with how they’re done and makes extra sure you’re safe when you get new ones

Lindir

His jaw literally dropped never in his life had he seen something so bold yet so beautiful it was nothing like Elven culture in the slightest and for some reason he was so drawn to it

Lindir loves when you wear his silver headpiece it fits your hair so well the colour brings a new side to it, he says it makes you impossibly more beautiful he kissed you to death when you said he was by far the prettiest

He’s actually big on piercings and when you first took them out he asked what they were since it confused him so much but after explaining everything he had a deeper understanding of them and somewhat respects them but Lindirs so sweet he asked you if you were okay from having them done

New hair colour almost every 2 weeks to a month and Lindir couldn’t have been happier when you told him he could pick the colour he went for a nice lavender purple with little bits of red and the look on his face when you walked out with freshly dyed hair he chose was priceless

Lindir is actually a big cuddler every time you two cuddle he asks if he can touch your tattoos and his touch is so gentle and nice it makes you so happy you got tattoos in the first place

Haldir

Wow you had him flustered the first time he saw you. Haldir would never objectify or gawk at someone but everything about you screamed different and beautiful he couldnt stop his eyes wandering to your hair, tattoos and piercings

Your piercings stood out the most to him he was in awe of how you got them, why you got them, where you could get them Haldir also treats your piercings like the holy grail should you take them out and leave them with him

Your tattoos were the prettiest and most badass thing he’d seen he sees each one as a story of sort and he can’t help but run his hands over them and ask what they mean over and over

After a while you got a tattoo of an elvish rune because it reminded you of Haldir when you showed him he was beyond the point of adoration he was well and truly in love with you that’s his favourite tattoo now and he’ll be tracing it with his fingers for the rest of his life

Haldir felt so lucky to be able to touch your hair the colours made him feel calm and tranquil running his fingers through blues, reds, purples reminded him of the nicest things he’d seen in middle earth the biggest one being you

Glorfindel

You made him so’s shy at first he really liked you from the moment he laid eyes on you and he was scared of messing up or saying something stupid because you were one in a million

Please let him run his hands through your hair the colours and texture make him practically melt and each time he hopes you return the favour as well his hair is no where near as good as yours in his opinion

He’s so kind to you where usually others are quick to judge, he gave you enough time and space to feel comfortable around him and then he started getting more relaxed as did you and eventually you were laughing and joking together about anything you thought up

Let him cuddle you, Glorfindel loves to cuddle you and trace over your tattoos it’s a soother for both him and yourself not to mention he finds your tattoos incredibly attractive

Glorfindel also really likes your peircings the way it can be flowers or faces, jems or silver he really likes the ones that sparkle in sunlight something about it makes you look impossibly more like a goddess