#Lindir imagine

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Y/N: “Look I’m not saying I wouldn’t date an elf, I’m just saying that you’re all so tall it would be difficult to kiss any of you conveniently.”

Lindir: “That feels like a weak excuse.”

Elladan: “What’s a weak excuse?”

Lindir: “ Y/N is saying they wouldn’t date an elf because we’re too tall to kiss.”

Elrohir: “And yet” *kisses forehead* “you’re perfect height.”

Elladan: *Kisses forehead* “huh? You’re right, they are.”

Glorfindel: “Why are we kissing y/n?”

Lindir: *kisses forehead* “because they’re perfect height for it.”

Glorfindel: “If ever there was a good reason.” *kisses forehead*

Y/N: “Are all you elves just gonna keep kissing my forehead now?!”

Legolas: “Well you don’t have to ask me twice” *kisses forehead*

Arwen: “Alright that’s enough.”

Y/N, almost dead from blushing: “Thank you!”

Arwen: *kisses forehead* “I was feeling left out.”

[elfy-elf-imagines]

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☾ Prompt List | Askbox ☽

Legolas:

- Elven Instinct - Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind - Epiphany - Courting a Human (Headcanons) - Fear of the Future - Adventurer from Earth (Headcanons) - First Kiss 

Maedhros: 

- Out of the Woods - Don’t Leave Me - Don’t Care If You Leave - Stop Pretending - Jealous - Light in the Dark - Jealous Headcanons

Finrod:

- I’m pregnant - You Come and Wake Me Up at 4am, To Cuddle - Finrod x Pregnant!reader (Headcanons) - Used to Be Mine | Part 2  - Choose Me

Thranduil: 

- Tolerate It - To Meet Under the Stars - In the Fields of Poppy - Same Spirit, Different Body - Too Late - Begin Again

Meludir:

- Don’t Cry - Small Surprises  - You Wake Me Up to Cuddle

Elladan:

- Champagne Problems | Part 2

 Glorfindel: 

- Lovely to be Rained on with You - Is that my Shirt? (Drabble) - Not so Hopeless (Drabble) - You’re Mine and I Don’t Share (Drabble) - To Lose is to Die

Haldir:

 - Please Don’t Cry. I Can’t Stand to See You Cry (Drabble) - Stop Biting that Fucking Lip (Drabble) - Meeting Haldir (Headcanons) - Rewrite the Stars 

Lindir: 

- Being in Love (Headcanons) - The Fickleness of Mortals - Return to Me | Part 2

Orophin:

- General Headcanons - Bite Me - Cruel Summer 

Erestor: 

- High Fever

[elficially-done-with-life]

Dating Lindir hc

Pairing: Lindir x reader

A/N: Hey. I haven't been quite as active for a week, but that's not because I've lost interest, it's because I've been busy at work and haven't found much time. So as an apology, here are some Lindir hc.

I'm also working on a requested fic right now, so you can look forward to that. 🥰😊

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♡ Before you confessed your love for each other, Lindir had written many songs about you, about your beauty and all the things he admired about you, and now he likes to sing them to you

♡ He does this on quiet evenings, usually after busy days so that you can both relax

♡ While he sings these songs he usually turns bright red

♡ Whenever you run into each other during the day, he smiles shyly at you, sometimes you exchange gentle kisses, but never more than that

♡ He loves to cuddle, and if you do too, that's wonderful

♡ As soon as you see each other after work, he wraps his arms around you and doesn't want to let you go ever again

♡ You have to understand that Lindir didn't assume that you returned his feelings, which is why he sometimes fears he is just dreaming it all, but when he hugs you or is close to you in other ways, he realises that you really love him too

♡ Normally Lindir only sang songs at festivities, but always stood on the sidelines at dances in Imladris

♡ But you were able to persuade him to dance with you

♡ You gave Lindir a healthier lifestyle

♡ You helped him build up courage to tell Elrond honestly when he's too tired to work or when there are just too many things to do, that he could never finish without skipping a night's sleep

♡ He also often takes time off to go for a walk in the forest with you

♡ When he sings in front of an audience, he always searches for your eyes in the crowd and only looks at you, putting all his emotions for you into the Song he is singing

[lovefairymina]

*sitting beside Lindir, whispering lowly in his ear, while your hand creeps up his thigh*

“Lindir, is it true what I’ve heard of elves ears and how sensitive they can tend to be?”

*licks up his ear, biting gently on the tip as your hands make it to where his trousers are getting tighter and tighter*

Struggling to keep his breathing under control the more your hands touched him while your mouth was casting a dangerous spell, he avoided your eyes. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, and you shouldn’t be here right now, Y/N. I have…I have a song to prepare for tonight,” he stuttered with a small moan escaping. “You’re distracting me right now…”

[kat651]

Imagine: stealing Lindir’s cloak then snuggling up to him because you’re cold. 

You shivered as the spring rain fell outside the window. You scooted closer to the fire and rubbed your arms. You looked over. Lindir was in a chair with a book in his hands. His cloak was hanging on a hook in the corner of the room. You stood and grabbed it, wrapping yourself tightly. 

After sitting in front of the fire with the cloak you were still cold. You looked over at lindir and shrugged, walking over to him. 

Lindir looked up at you as you stood in front of him. “What is it?” He asked, eyeing his cloak with humor. 

You crawled into his lap and shivered. “I’m cold…”

Lindir set the book down and pulled you closer. “Come here…” he mumbled, kissing your forehead. “I’ll keep you warm.” 

You wrested your head on his shoulder. “Mmm…thank you…”

Lindir smiled. “Anything for you, love…”

[achingforelves]

18+ ONLY! Minors DNI!!!

An NSFW thought that I've been thinking about:

Imagine being married to Elrond and often the both of you allow Lindir to come and watch you two have sex. This becoming a regular occurrence after one night while drunk on Elven wine Lindir had confessed to Elrond that he could hear the two of you at night and even sometimes during the day and how he desired to watch the two of you.

[ragingbookdragon]

Warriors Great Tales

Lindir x Reader

Word Count: 1.2K Warnings: None

Author's Note: I love this handsome, rather nervous elf. -Thorne

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She’d kept to herself during the White Council’s meeting, preferring not to say a word in the presence of such high figures, not as though she’d had anything of importance to speak of, though she couldn’t help but watch Lady Galadriel every step she took. The elven woman walked, no, practically glided with such a grace, and she was beautiful—beyond words comprehension, beautiful. She’d decided that she couldn’t write a song because nothing could capture her in lyrical form.

Still, she’d kept to herself, busing her mind with journalling the latest in their adventures with the company. She hadn’t even noticed the talking had died down until she looked up when silence reached her, and Lindir appeared in the archway, a concerned look on his face.

“My Lord Elrond,” he said. “The dwarves…they’ve gone.”

She and Gandalf happened a look and she innocently replied, “Oh, no…they left? Well, that’s unfortunate.” Gandalf shot her a glare and she cleared her throat, going quiet again.

Elrond sighed, looking back at Lindir. “Lindir, take our songstress to the evening room. We have a conversation that is needing with Mithrandir.”

Lindir bowed his head. “Yes, My Lord.” He glanced over at her, and she rose from her seat.

As she passed Gandalf, she murmured, “Don’t leave without me.”

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She entered the room that Lindir showed her to, a gorgeous little awning with ivy growing along the marble ceiling and pillars. She took a seat on one of the padded chairs beside a small table, Lindir sitting across from her.

“You knew they were leaving?” he asked, and she met his gaze, sighing.

“Gandalf didn’t explicitly tell me they were, but I sure expected it was coming.” She frowned. “I worry when Gandalf and I are not there. Who knows what trouble they will get into without us.”

Lindir blinked. “Might I ask why you joined this company in the first place?”

A smile grew on her lips, and she leaned back, staring at the moon high in the sky. “What good is life if you there are no tales to tell? No daring escapes? No riches found or love gained?” looking at him, she added, “I think this is the most excitement Rivendell has seen in a long time. I wish for my life to be like this every moment. Joy, laughter, fun.”

“Don’t you want safety?”

“Well sure,” she replied. “When I’m old and gray. But I’m a young woman.” She sighed wistfully. “I know it might be hard for an elf to understand the concept of mortality, but Lindir, my life is finite. At some point I will die. But even so, I want to live all that I can, see and do all that I can. Even if it means there is sorrow and grief. It is a part of being alive.”

Lindir paused, taking in her peacefulness. “Are you afraid?”

“Of?”

“Mortality?”

She shrugged. “I think fearing your death is natural, but what’s the point of spending my life fretting over the inevitable? I’m going to die one day. It may be tomorrow. It may be in ninety-seven years. All I know is that I will live everyday as if I will die then.”

He hummed low in his throat, looking over Rivendell. “I’ve never actually left Rivendell before.”

“Not once?”

“Whenever Lord Elrond makes trips, the rare ones, he takes Erestor. I…stay here.”

Her brows pinched together, and she asked, “Haven’t you ever had a desire to go somewhere other than here? Just to see what the world is like?”

Lindir hesitated for a moment, then he nodded. “Sometimes.” His cheeks darkened in the night. “But…I’m not exactly built for battle. I mean I can fight,” he hurriedly interjected, as if he wanted to appear fit for a fight to her. “But weaponry is not my best ability.”

She smiled and gently picked up the seat she was sitting in, walking it over to sit beside Lindir. “We,” she said as she lowered the seat and settled back in it, tucking her legs underneath her. “Are the writers of our warrior’s great tales, Lindir. While we don’t fight those battles, we make sure they live on forever.”

He was suddenly very conscious of how close she was, what he was more conscious of was that he could feel the warmth radiating from her onto him as close as they were. “O-oh?”

“Of course!” she chirped. “We can’t all be fighters.” Nudging him, she quipped, “Some of us must be lovers.”

Lindir practically spluttered, cheeks turning crimson as he looked at her, then between them, then towards the tops of the other buildings. “I—I see.”

And that gave her a hint as she leaned over, perching her palm on her chin as she asked, “Lindir, have you never been intimate with someone?”

“I am feeling very uncomfortable right now,” he muttered. She smiled knowingly at him, and he frowned. “Why are you smiling?”

“You’ve never lain with anyone, have you, Lindir?”

“This is not an appropriate conversation for a young man and woman to be having. Not an appropriate conversation in the slightest.”

“I won’t tell secrets if you won’t,” she teased and he looked away, clearing his throat.

“Elves, we…do not take union so lightly.” He shifted nervously in his seat. “It is…customary, to save oneself for marriage.”

“A bit pious,” she decided, gently trailing her fingers up the inside of his sleeve, against his wrist; she grinned when his fist clenched, and he looked ready to collapse. “And these marriages, of course to remain faithful to your lover forever and ever even after death. To hold true all that is good and stay during sickness…” Lindir was nodding along when she asked, “Can humans marry elves?”

He went still and blinked a few times as her fingers stopped their tracings; Lindir looked at her. “It is…uncommon, but yes.”

She smiled, eyes crinkling around the edges. “Lindir, you wouldn’t happen to have a young elf lover running around Rivendell or any other part of the land, would you?”

He shook his head quietly.

“Well…I’m unwed, you’re unwed. Perhaps we sho—”

The doors opened on the side and the two jumped as Gandalf entered the room. “Lord Elrond has summoned the two of you. Well, you,” he corrected, looking at her. “Lindir is simply to follow.”

She hummed and put her feet on the ground, intent to stand when she suddenly felt how tingly her legs were—and how numb. She let out a gasp as she stood and immediately went hurtling for the floor, when strong, slender arms wrapped themselves around her back and waist, and her breath caught in her throat as she came face to face with a rather surprised, yet flustered Lindir. Her arm wound around his shoulders, the other grasping at his bicep and she gazed at him.

“I…thank you, Lindir,” she breathed.

He swallowed thickly and murmured, “Of course, meleth nîn.”

“…I don’t know what that means, Lindir,” she whispered, and he smiled at her.

“You will learn one day.”

As they gazed at one another, someone cleared their throat with great exaggeration and, “If you two are quite finished?”

Lindir pulled her upright and they split, her cheeks hot as Gandalf turned on his heel and she hurried after him, Lindir following. She knew though, that Gandalf had a grin the size of the Misty Mountain range on his face.

[justpostsyeet]

Mîr : When is your birthday?

Glorfindel and Lindir : What's a birthday?

Mîr explains concept of birthday, Glorfindel : So,its like begetting day

Mîr: what's a begetting day

Glorfindel and Lindir explains begetting day

Mír : So, instead of celebrating your day of birth you celebrate the day your parents fucked. And here I thought Elves where good old Christians.

[warriorofthought]

He wants to court you

Summary: Imagine Lindir telling you that he loves you and that he would like to court you.

Lindir X Male Reader 

Word count: 1007

Warnings: no one 

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You are an excellent elven warrior and healer. After your mother died, you went in search of the place she always told you about. 

Rivendell. 

Your mother was right, the place is beautiful and Lord Elrond welcomed you with open arms.

Because you were always teased for your knowledge and love of books in your hometown, nothing held you there after your mother's death.

Here in Buchtal they accept you as you are. Quiet, observant, and happy to keep to yourself, seems to be no fault of the elves here.

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I head towards the library to read a new book about stars. When I get there, the supervisor greets me and I nod in response. Then I walk to the shelf where I think my next book is. Gently, I let my fingers glide over the books and come to a stop at the appropriate book. Happily I pull it out and walk with it to my chamber. 

Out of sheer curiosity, I don't pay attention to my surroundings and I'm already flipping through the book. As I turn the corner, I bump into something and drop the book. 

Confused, I look around and see the book being held out to me. 

"Mellon, you didn't hurt yourself, did you?" asks Lindir.

"No, I didn't," I whisper, taking the book with a slight smile.

"Thank you."

Lindir gives me another checking look before nodding in understanding.

"Where are you off to in such a hurry?"

"To my chamber, so I can read the book." 

"Then be careful."  At that, he clears a path for me and lets me through.

I give him a quick nod before continuing on my way.

"Y/N, do you want to take a walk with me in the garden tonight, we can talk about your new knowledge if you like?" 

Surprised at the offer, I quickly turned back to Lindir.

"Are you sure you want to go for a walk with me there?" 

"Of course y/n, I would be happy if we could meet at the fountains tonight."

"Okay, yeah sure I'd love to, I'll see you tonight then," I stammer, smiling slightly.

"I'm looking forward to it," I added quickly before taking my leave for my chamber.

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When I see from my balcony that it is slowly getting dark outside. I decided that it's time to meet with Lindir. Therefore I put the book on the desk and went to the fountain. 

When I get there, Lindir is already standing there. He looks relaxed as he watches the water from the fountain. 

As I approach him, he turns to me and smiles.

"I hope you haven't been waiting for me long, Lindir?" 

"No, I've only been here a few moments too, Tingilya (twinkling star)."

"Shall we?" 

I nod to him. And together we stroll through the garden.

I tell him what I've read in the book and he listens intently, asking great questions about it.

Which fills my heart with the feelings of happiness.

Lindir leads us to an isolated spot with a sparkling little pond.

I am surprised when I see that there are some snacks and two glasses to drink from and I glance over at Lindir. He takes my hand encouragingly and pulls me to the blanket.

Then we both sit down.

"I hope this is okay and I didn't go too far?" Unsure, Lindir looks at me.

Smiling, I look at him "It's fine, don't worry, I like it Lindir"

"Hmm, but is there a reason why you made so much effort, a simple walk had made me happy too"

"Yes, y/n I wanted to talk to you "

"I enjoy listening to you Lindir, so feel free to tell me whatever is on your mind". 

"I... I know this is probably unexpected, especially since we're both men, but I love you, as much as you love the stars and the world of books, my heart has only been beating for you since you came here. I was afraid to tell you about it, but in the last few weeks I've been trying to show you with little gestures that I'm interested in you. This may sound completely crazy now. But I love seeing you close your eyes and hold your face to the wind when we are outside and you disappear into the world of books. It's a beautiful sight and in that moment I feel that I really love you. I love how your smile lights up the world when you feel the magic of adventure. You have shown me that there are so many beautiful and incredible things in this world and I have also been fascinated by your adventures as a warrior, your travels have not always been too dangerous and I can't wait to explore more of your thoughts and the world with you!

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You have taken me on so many incredible journeys and allowed me to experience so many wonderful things and even though we never left Rivendell once. I crave your closeness, I like it when you keep me company while I do my chores for Lord Elrond, the silence between us is never uncomfortable. 

So I wanted to tell you that I love you and if you could imagine, well, if we could both courting or if I could court you? "

"Courting me? Are you sure you want to court me, an elven knight who doesn't fit in his homeland?" 

Doubting, I look into his eyes, searching for the truth. 

Gently, Lindir grabs my hands and pulls me a little closer to him. His hand gently slides to my face, embracing it. His thumb gently runs over my cheek. Before his eyes catch mine.

My breath hitches in my throat when i see how much Lindir's eyes sparkle as he looks at me.  

"I'm very sure y/n, if you feel something for me too, will you allow me to court you?"

I nod and lean against his hand. 

"I would love to, Lindir. I love you too."

[make-me-imagine]

Lindir x Hummingbirds

Requested by anonymous

A/n: Unfortunately there aren't very many good photos of Lindir to use, but I hope you like it~

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[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Fluffuary 2023 Day 26: Holding Hands- Lindir x OC

Lindir x Marina

Description: On their first outing together Lindir and Marina attempt to hold hands, and Marina quickly finds out just how sweaty the nervous ellon's hands can get.

Word Count: 1k

Challenge made by the lovely @darthglitterfanfictionnfiction

The day that Lindir had asked Marina to court him was one of the happiest days of each of their lives. It had been a long time coming according to all that knew them. They’d been dancing around each other since they first met. Marina wouldn’t have been any the wiser, though, as her infatuation only started a few years prior. Meanwhile, Lindir had been enamored with her since they first met. Marina couldn’t help but smile anytime she remembered his admission after they began courting. 

Today was their first little tryst as a couple. Lindir had asked Marina to meet him in the gardens after lunch for a small walk before they had to continue with their daily tasks. The elleth (female Elf) agreed readily, and so after lunch - and after changing into a slightly nicer dress - she (briskly) made her way to the gardens. 

Lindir was waiting at the entrance, just as she expected. She noticed him wringing his hands nervously, which oddly melted her heart. As morbid as it sounded, it felt nice to know that he wished to impress her just as much as she did. He felt just as nervous at her, which was an immense relief. She stopped just before he noticed her and took a moment or two to straighten out her dress. Her fingers ran through her hair to tame it and she took a deep breath before continuing on at a more leisurely pace until she finally reached him. Upon noticing her walking up to him Lindir turned and smiled at her. 

“Lady Marina, you look lovely today,” he greeted, bowing to her. 

“Thank you Lindir, and you know you can drop the titles. We are courting after all,” she teased lightheartedly. She watched as the tips of his ears turned red as he nodded. 

“Oh…right,” he trailed off awkwardly, which admittedly made the girl giggle. The sound brought a smile to his face and he cleared his throat before continuing. 

“Are you ready?” 

“I am,” Marina nodded. She then allowed him to lead her through the entrance of the gardens, and thus began their walk. 

They walked side by side, talking about their days thus far and what they had to do when they had to get back to work. A few jokes and laughs were shared between the couple. Even when they didn’t have anything to say, the silence wasn’t awkward at all. Instead it was almost comforting. 

Marina didn’t think she’d ever been this relaxed. It was a beautiful day outside. She got to enjoy the beauty of nature around her with the one she’d been in love with for several years. It felt like she was the closest to Valinor that she’d ever be in Middle Earth. 

After a while of walking in silence she finally began noticing just how much her hand had brushed against his as they walked. They were considerably close enough and both their hands were swinging idly as they walked that it shouldn’t have been odd, and yet it didn’t stop her from seeing his fingers hesitantly reaching out before ultimately stopping. The cycle began anew every few steps, and Marina finally understood what was going on. Lindir wanted to hold her hand. 

She couldn’t hide her smile at the realization, so she averted her gaze and pretended to be smiling about the flowers that lined their path. Once she got her smile under control she decided to meet him halfway on his next attempt. And sure enough, after another few steps his fingers twitched before beginning to gingerly reach out to her. 

The girl could tell that he was surprised when she met him the rest of the way and carefully took his hand in hers. His steps faltered for just a moment, then his gaze fell to the ground as he caught his balance and continued walking. Marina giggled despite herself, but she didn’t say anything as she knew that would only embarrass him. Instead she walked alongside him, swinging their clasped hands idly.  

After a few more minutes Marina became distinctly aware of how clammy her beau’s hand had become in hers. Her nose scrunched up at the rather uncomfortable feeling, though she quickly looked away. She knew she had been caught, however, when Lindir carefully broke his hand away from hers and sighed softly.

“This was why I was hesitant to hold your hand,” he explained nervously. “I’m sorry, I know it isn’t a pleasant feeling.” Marina faced him upon hearing the guilt laced in his tone, and she shook her head quickly. 

“It’s okay, Lindir,” she reassured him, noticing his eyebrows raise incredulously. “Really, you can’t control these sorts of things. I understand.” The ellon (male Elf) looked reassured that she understood, but he shook his head. 

“I still wish to hold your hand, though,” he admitted shyly. “Your touch is rather comforting to me. It sort of reminds me that this is real, and not some fantastic dream where I am courting the one I am in love with.” It took all the elleth had not to coo at his sweet words, but she managed just fine. She instead put her efforts into thinking of a solution for their little predicament. 

It was only after yet another several minutes of walking an idea finally struck her. She glanced down at their hands, which were mere centimeters apart. Carefully, her pinky finger extended until it reached his. Her pinky linked around his and stayed there. Lindir’s surprised gaze met hers, but she merely offered him a sweet smile. 

“It’s the best of both worlds,” was all she said before facing forward again. Her smile widened just a bit when she finally felt his pinky curl so that it could hold hers the same way she held his. 

And so from then on, when either of them wished to hold hands, they merely held pinkies instead. It was a habit that they never grew out of as it was what they had grown used to. Not to mention that it had sort of a sentimental attachment to it. Besides, there was nothing wrong with wishing to do what you loved with your loved one.

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

LOTR/ The Hobbit Preference: How You Met (2/4)

(1) (3) (4)

Kili

You and Kili meet during the quest to reclaim Erebor. Oddly enough you arrived on the quest right as the company were in the middle of fighting off a bunch of orcs. Gandalf was relieved to see you but the presence of such a cute human woman seemed to confused the rest of the company.

“Y/N! Thank the Valar you’re here!” Gandalf shouted as you walked into the fight.

Kili was confused and as he looked to see the sweet looking woman, he was awestruck. His awe and confusion only intensified as you were running towards him sword drawn.

“Get down!” He heard you shout as you pushed him aside, your blade landing in the guts of an orc.

Before he had the chance to thank you, you were off. Managing to slay just as many as the rest of the company combined, they all looked at you in awe.

“Guess I’ll be a good asset to the team.” You smile at the group of dwarves as you make your way back over to them.

“Especially to keep you safe.” You wink at Kili, causing the prince to smirk and blush.

Legolas

Legolas and you meet when he goes to Rohan to meet with his friend Eomer. You worked as a barmaid at one of the pubs in town and manage to make the sweet elf blush.

“Hello, your highness. The regular today?” You ask as you approach the table Eomer and Legolas sat at.

“Yes and please, just Eomer.” He politely replies.

“So sorry, and who is our lovely elf friend?” You ask smirking as you turned to a very cute blushing Legolas.

“This is Legolas. He is the prince of the woodland realm.” Eomer introduced.

“Would you like me to call you ��your highness’ or just Legolas, sweetheart?” You ask the cute elf, now completely ignoring Eomer.

“Uh, ahem, a-ah, ju-just Legolas, is fine.” He shyly stutters out, earning a chuckle disguised as a cough from his friend, and sweet giggle from you.

“How long are you in town for, Legolas?” You ask him, your whole body now facing Legolas.

“Uh-ah, a-a couple more days.” He replies as a blush grows on his pale cheeks.

“Well I guess you’ll have to come back before you leave so you can take me somewhere nice.” You smirk and wink as you turn around, leaving a smirking Eomer and a blushing Legolas.

Lindir

Lindir and you meet when your friend Bard takes you to Rivendell for a spring festival. You watch Lindir play so beautifully that you become enthralled.

As Lindirs performance comes to an end you can’t help but enthusiastically cheer louder than the rest of the audience, embarrassing you slightly but leaving a light blush on Lindirs cheeks.

“You play so beautifully. We don’t have music like that where I’m from; your music sounds like something from a lovely dream.” You can’t help but gush at the sweet elf.

“We-well, thank you very much, I appreciated your applause. It’s not the response I usually get from other elves but that’s not necessarily a bad thing, my lady.” He confessed.

“I’m glad you appreciated it, I was a little embarrassed but I’m glad it brought you joy. I’m not very used to elven culture.” You shyly smile.

“Perhaps I could show you around the festivities, make you feel a bit more comfortable.” He offered.

“That sounds lovely.” You agree as you take the arm he offers.

[absentmindeduniverse]

This is so so so so awesome 👍🥰😍

Make Me Believe

↳ Make Me Believe, Lindir x Reader, angsty fluff with a spicy finish Dedicated to @heilith - 💕 HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY LOVE! 💕 A/N: Dear, friend! I hope you will enjoy your present, I certainly enjoyed writing it for you. It's not much, more of a drabble but I love the way it turned out, and I loved writing for our precious elf who only deserves love and good things.

Imagine being courted by Lindir while he struggles to accept that your feelings are sincere as he doesn't feel worthy of someone as wonderful and beautiful as yourself.

You had been as happy and excited as that day when you had shared your first kiss and learned that your affections and feelings were mutual. You could recall with perfect clarity the warm and sunny day in the luscious gardens of Imladris when he had humbly offered you his courtship; how your heart had leapt in delight and glee as you had accepted his offer, a swarm of summer butterflies fluttering inside your stomach as he expressed his bottomless gratitude with a tempered kiss that had left you wanting more. The sweet taste of his lips making your imagination run wild with desire you never knew you had until his mouth had claimed yours and showed you otherwise; allowing you a glimpse of a promise that one day you would be his and he would be yours.

The echo of that day remained with you, engraved in your heart and etched into your soul to keep you company during your times apart when his duties would pull him away from your touch. It seemed like grave injustice that your moments together would be so fleeting and short while your time apart seemed to stretch and go on for longer than you could bear before your heart would begin aching with longing. Yet you couldn’t deny that when you were together, however fleeting and temporary the moment appeared to be, it never failed to consume you whole.

Yet it wasn’t enough, never enough. Not anymore.

“You seem thoughtful, my starlight,” Lindir observed as his dexterous fingers coursed through your hair like a steady wave of the sea.

A long breath escaped your lips as you lacked the heart to tell him the truth; it was becoming harder to enjoy your moments of closeness for the thought of them coming to an end pained you too much. Unwillingly you were forced to admit to yourself that it was no longer enough as your heart ached for more. More time, more moments, more of him, more of this. More of everything.

“Your silence bears the signs of foreboding. Are you no longer content with being my intended?” his question felt like a sharp dagger through your heart.

You lifted your head off his chest and moved to sit up, your eyes taking in the sight of the sorrow that was plain on his fair features. How could you blame him for thinking you had grown weary of him when you knew he regarded you as nothing short of a miracle.

For someone who was looked upon with the utmost respect by his peers and fellow Elves, Lindir lacked the confidence and effortless grace which the others possessed. As High Secretary to the Lord of Imladris, Lindir ranked as the second most powerful and influential Elf yet he did not view himself as such making him utterly oblivious - whether by choice or chance, that remained to be seen - to the power residing in his voice and the meticulously written words of his quill.

“Your words wound me but not for the reasons you might think,” you said mournfully as your palm reached up and brushed lightly against the soft skin on his cheek.

“I did not mean to offend you, my love,” he spoke as his eyes searched your face, seeking out the hurt he had unknowingly bestowed upon you.

Another sigh escaped your lips as you shook your head at his ridiculous words.

“You fear I’ve grown tired of you while my heart desperately longs for more of you than our fleeting moments together. You fear I no longer wish to be your intended yet my soul aches to lace with yours,” you explained softly as your fingers took their time lightly tracing his features.

“I must confess, it has become unbearably hard to enjoy myself with you because I cannot help but dread the excruciating moment of your inevitable departure,” you admitted at last and dropped your palm from his face as shame washed over you.

Selfish you were, demanding more before it was time; guilty of secretly wanting him to disregard or at least delay his duties just to satisfy your greed.

“Is that really the truth of it?” he asked after a moment had passed, his voice on a brink of a faint whisper.

You nodded with your eyes pinned on your clasped hands on your lap, unable and unwilling to look at the most selfless person that ever was or would be. A true gift to his people and his Lord, yet shamefully captured in your selfish hands.

“I am not your miracle, nor am I a cruel twist of fate sent to lure you in only to discard you after,” you suddenly felt the need to explain to him, to convince him, that you indeed wanted him and loved him as much as you did, that it wasn’t all a grand joke of the universe made at his expense.

You needed him to see himself through your loving eyes, nothing short of that would erase his irrational fears.

“I am here, and my heart is yours to do with as you please as is my entire being. My only wish is that you find it in you to accept my devotion to you,” you whispered shortly before you dared to look up and find his gaze.

Lindir looked at you for what seemed like forever, not a single muscle moved on his face while his brown eyes remained pinned on yours. You weren’t entirely sure he was even breathing.

“Is that your sincere wish and desire?” he whispered while his face remained utterly unreadable.

“Yes.”

“Then I shall stay tonight and for all the nights to come,” for once Lindir spoke without any hesitation, his voice carrying the strong intent behind his uttered promise.

Selfish and unyielding as you were, you needed more than his words.

“Show me.”

You hadn’t thought it possible, you had plenty dreamed and fantasized about it but you hadn’t thought him capable or even willing of it. The way his eyes had darkened in desire and gleamed with ravenous hunger after the words had left your lips; the way his arms went around your frame and pulled you onto his lap where his mouth instantly claimed yours as he shed the last of his reserve.

You hadn’t dared to hope it was possible yet he showed you otherwise.

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[sakasakiii]

imladris lads :D it started off as a few doodles of gildor bc of a great prompt i received from an anon a few weeks ago, and then spiralled into something else entirely bc i havent really taken the time to explore much of anything imladris-related? i really like the lindir-is-maglor concept so heres my take on how it couldve happened haha

as always, credit to Cartoon Network for the sparkly pink BG

thanks so much for the ask!! here's my take on gildor :DD i really like the way anon asked the question and it was what inspired me to draw finrod in the mix too strangely enough?? the vibes are similar 🤭

[lovefairymina]

y/n comes up and sits next to Lindir, letting her head fall on his shoulder while he reads. “I love you,” she whispered before kissing his cheek.

His cheeks flushed as he felt your warmth settle against him, your whisper catching him by surprise. Darting his eyes to yours, a gentle smile broke across his face as he leaned into you. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear that,” he murmured, barely above a breath, fingers brushing over yours in a subtle, comforting touch.

[kat651]

Prompt: Being dared by Elladan and Elrohir to kiss lindir, just on the cheek, lindir moves last second and y/n ends up kissing him on his lips.

“Come on! What are you so afraid of?” Elladan asked. 

“Um how about he doesn’t feel the same and I make it awkward?” You say, not even looking up from what you’re doing. 

Elrohir groaned. “It’s just a simple kiss on the cheek! If you don’t do it, we’ll just tell lindir for you.”

“No!” You shout, “I-I’ll do it.” 

You grumble and walk over to lindir, wringing your hands nervously. 

Lindir looked up from his book. “Oh, hello y/n.”

You felt a blush grow on your cheeks. “H-hi, Lindir…” 

Lindir stood, placing the book to the side. “Is everything alright?” 

You nodded. “Of corse it is.” You lie. Lindir sits back down and motions to the empty spot next to him. 

You sit and take a breath. Lindir turns to set his book down and you quickly go for it. Unfortunately, lindir turns his head last second and your lips land on his. They’re soft and gentle, but you quickly pull away. “I-I…”

You watch as Lindir’s surprised expression changes to a soft smile and leans forward, bringing his lips to yours, he places his hand on the back of your head and pulls your body closer. 

Your eyes flutter closed and you moan quietly. “Lindir…”

He smiles at you as your cheeks turn pink. “I love you…”