#Rumil x reader

[wareagleofthemountain]

"It's not my birthday." For Rúmil

-@elthilanor

Summery: reader sets up a scavenger hunt for Rumil’s not-birthday. Hope you enjoy this silly little drabble!

You and Rumil had only been seeing one another for a few months now, but you still wanted to make his begetting day special. Granted, your heart nearly leapt into your throat when you’d overheard two passing by Wardens discussing his upcoming begetting day celebration yesterday. In two days they said.

Two days?

His special day was only two days away and you had no idea? You mentally kicked yourself for being so short sighted, and your mind began racing trying to come up with a plan of action. Your eyes quickly scanned the living room of your Talan, landing on Rumil’s current favorite read, a murder mystery detective novel, that he’d left at your place during his last visit.

“Hmm…” You muse aloud. “I think I have an idea.”

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Rumil rubbed his aching head as he trudged up the spiral stairs leading to your Talan. No one ever said leading a team of rookie soldiers through the Misty Mountains on a month long trek would be an easy task, but not even Rumil was prepared for the bone-deep exhaustion he felt now. It would all be worth it however as this operation secured his promotion. He was now responsible for a watchtower and squadron of his own, and the first elf he wanted to share the exciting news with was you. Swiping the spare key from under your doormat, he quietly slipped inside.

“Meleth, are you home?” His pointed ears swiveled back and forth, listening for a reply while his brow furrowed when he poked his head into your bedroom and saw no one in there. His sweep of the premises confirmed that the Talan was empty, and a small sigh of disappointment fell from his lips. Opting to simply rest on your couch until your return, Rumil headed to your kitchen to get himself a glass of water before lying down.

That was… until a bright red envelope on the counter caught his eye. Usually, the ellon was not one to go snooping through your things, but the envelope had his name on the front printed in your hand writing. Curiosity overcame him and he opened the letter and read it aloud.

“Congratulations! You have found the first clue. That which you seek must be found in stages. Go to the place that blooms red in the Spring and unlock your next clue.”

Rumil scratched his head. “What in Arda are they…” A soft clatter resounded when a small key fell out of the bottom of the envelope and hit the wooden floor. Bending over to retrieve it, Rumil inspected the object carefully.

“The place that blooms red in the Spring.” He hums, twisting the key between the pads of his fingers. “The rose garden I wager.”

Interest thoroughly peeked, Rumil set off with a slight bounce in his step towards the royal red rose gardens that had just begun to bloom. He gently pulled back a long stem and pulled forward the wooden chest that was hidden beneath the bush. Smiling, rather excited, he unlocked the chest to see what was concealed inside. On top was a second red envelope, and beneath that lay neat rows of Rumil’s favorite charcoal pencils he often used to draw with. He blushed and made a mental note to scold you for how much coin this must have cost you. But he couldn’t deny the shiver of excitement that ran up his spine. He’d been needing a new set for the better part of a year, and did not want to spend the money on himself.

Wiping the dirt from the face of the envelope, he awaited his next instruction. “Go to the place of our first meeting and collect your final clue.”

He chuckled, remembering that day well. You hadn’t tightened your saddle enough and nearly flipped off your horse as soon as you mounted. You would have too had Rumil not been there to catch you. To the stables it is.

Rumil was greeted with the sight of you seated atop a pure white mare upon his arrival. You smiled brightly. “You made it!”

He set his basket of pencils down and grinned back. “Aye. What was this wild goose chase for hmm?”

“Hop on and I’ll show you.” He swung up into the saddle behind you, his hands circling your waist as you rode down to the river bank where a picnic platter was waiting. A plate full of neatly arranged meats, cheese slices, nuts, and dried fruit presented itself in the foreground while a strawberry cake lay in waiting for dessert.

“Happy begetting day!” You exclaim, and his eyes crinkle in a smile.

XXX

Later that night, tired from your efforts, you find yourself dozing on your couch with your head in Rumil’s lap. At some point in your groggy state, you became aware of Haldir’s presence in your home and how the brothers were now murmuring to each other in low voices.

“But… your begetting day is not for another turn of the moon brother.”

Rumil strokes your head. “I know, but they were so eager. I couldn’t break the news.”

[elithilanor]

Rúmil x Trans Masc Reader

Tags: First time anal; Feelings about being Trans Masc; praise kink;, light d/s; Dom! Rúmil; no feminizing language

Minors DNI

It’s short and sweet, here ya go:

Rúmil shudders as he presses into you, his head dropping to your shoulders as he gives a bruising bite to your neck. 

You hiss at the overwhelming pressure inside of you and he runs a hand down your sweat-soaked skin in response. 

“Almost there” He murmurs. “Is it too much? Do you need me to stop?” He asks. You shake your head. Absolutely not; you’d spent much too long preparing for this to give up now. 

“I need your words, precious boy, can you do that for me?” You tremble at his words, heart pounding. Your thoughts slam to a halt and your mouth runs dry. 

Boy precious boy

You nod shakily and scramble desperately to find your voice. 

“D-don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” You beg, voice rasping.

Rúmil presses a kiss to your temple and tucks your long tresses behind your ears. “Good boy. Thank you.” 

You flush darkly at his praise. More, anything to get more. “Please. Please, Rúmil. Please anything I-”

Rúmil hushes you. “I’ve got you pretty boy, don’t worry. You’ve taken me so well. Such a good boy.” He leans over to press his lips to yours as he drizzles more of the oil you prefer - the viscous one scented with mallorn - over where his cock is halfway into you. 

Your eyes flutter shut and you whine, arching your hips against him. Rúmil’s breath catches and his words falter for just a moment. He presses you back down against the bedding as he tsks, giving your nipple a sharp twist in punishment. You grin up at him and he smiles fondly before he suddenly rolls his hips to sink the remainder of his hard length inside of you. 

[deepspaceelf-writes]

[Haldir x Reader/OC] Mortal Heart

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45209101

Summary: A mortal Reader in Lothlórien wonders why Haldir, an elf, chose her over an elleth, but Haldir assures her that love is more important than lifespan or beauty.

Word Count: 743 POV: 3rd person Reader Info: She/her, unnamed (could also be read as an OC) Warnings: none

A/N: Still working on my "new" writing style, sorry if it's a little clunky. 😔

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It was a beautiful day in Lothlórien. The sun’s rays danced between the leaves of the tall trees as birdsongs echoed through the treetops. Spring had come to Lothlórien, allowing its inhabitants to wear lighter garments. A gentle breeze carried the fragrance of blossoms as the elven warriors completed their training in a glade at the heart of the forest.

Haldir watched them with a critical eye, but his attention was drawn to the woman seated some distance away, mesmerized by their graceful fighting and especially Haldir's fluid movements. Though they had been together for some time, she was never tired of watching him.

Once the training was over, Haldir walked over to an elleth of his team to discuss something. His mortal lover watched, not jealous yet with a heavy kind of sadness in her chest. Though she knew Haldir's love was hers alone, in moments such as this she couldn't help but wonder why.

Why had Haldir chosen a mortal woman when he could have chosen an ageless elleth who would fit him to much better? They could offer him eternity and true understanding of his kind, whereas she had but fleeting years remaining.

Love, she reminded herself. Their bond was forged of love, not mere beauty or lifespan. Yet doubt lingered.

An elven woman could offer him far more than a human ever could. She, with her long lifespan, would possess far greater wisdom. She would truly understand what it means to live as an elf. Her beauty would far surpass that of any human woman.

So deep in her thoughts, she didn’t notice that Haldir had walked over to her. “Melleth,” his soothing voice broke her train of thought. “May I escort you to the dining hall?” He offered her his arm.

She looked at him, and the gentle smile on his face fell when he saw her sad expression. “Melleth-”

“It’s fine,” she interrupted him. “I’m sorry, but I’m not hungry at the moment. I think I should lie down a little.” With that, she turned around and left the training field without looking back.

“What was that?” Rumil asked his brother as they both watched her leaving form.

“I do not know, brother, but I will find out.”

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As she walked back to their shared tallan, she tried to quell the doubts that had been plaguing her. She loved Haldir with all her heart, but sometimes, she couldn't help but feel like she paled in comparison to the other elves in Lothlórien. Their ageless beauty and wisdom made her feel small and insignificant.

Just as her head touched the pillow, and the tears started to burn behind her eyes, she heard the door to their shared tallan was opened. She quickly swallowed the lump in her throat and sat up. Not a moment later Haldir entered their bedroom. “Haldir, are you not hungry? You have trained for hours!”

He went to her side and took her hand. "You seem troubled, melleth. May I be of service?"

She shook her head with a wan smile. "It is nothing, my love. Merely idle thoughts of no import."

Haldir studied her face, reading hints of sorrow and insecurity that belied her words. He cupped her cheek in his hand. "Your thoughts are of import to me. Please, share your burden."

She sighed and leaned into his touch. "Forgive me. I cannot help but wonder at times why you chose a mortal woman when an elven maid could give you so much more."

"You have given me your heart, as I have given you mine," Haldir said gently. "Our bond is forged of love, not mere longevity or comeliness." He kissed her forehead. "Yet I perceive this doubt still lingers. How might I ease your mind, melleth?"

"I know you speak truth," she said, "but the thought still troubles me at times. I fear I cannot give you all you deserve."

"You need not," Haldir assured her. "You have given me a love more precious than the slow march of endless days. That is gift enough, and more than any elven maid could offer."

His gentle gaze and soothing words eased her troubled heart. She rested her head against his chest with a quiet sigh, though a hint of sorrow remained.

"Forgive me," she whispered into his chest. "I don't know why-"

"Hush," he soothed. "Do not ask forgiveness for your feelings. Even elves, perhaps especially elves, know emotions can deceive."

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Thanks for reading! ♥

[awkwardkindatries]

Kinktober Day 16: Public humiliation

Rumil/Reader

NSFW

Words: 1752

Rumil is renownedly known throughout Lorien for his mischievous nature, his knack for teasing, mocking and pranking. Over time he’s gone from being a little pest to the elders to being seen as more of a force of nature that cannot be stopped despite anyone's best efforts. He just has a way with his tongue that manages to get him in and out of most situations despite the severity or lesson to be gained and on top of it all he doesn’t particularly care who he drags down with him into his shinanagains. That brings you to your current predicament.

Rumil has long since grown bored on watch shift, having taken to tossing small stones out into the distance in a vain attempt to keep the boredom at bay. He’s pulled away from the echo of empty thrumming bouncing through his head at the sounds of steps making their way over to him. Immediately his mood perks up as you come into view, a smile on your face as you gesture lightly at him in greeting.

He loves the color in your face that comes with the joy at seeing him and it makes his chest tighten in a way that he’d never admit easily. When you get close enough you offer up to him a small and lightly wrapped package in an ornate scarf, explaining that you thought you’d bring him his next meal since he was on watch and wanted to make sure he’d be eating properly. The effort he puts into trying to choke down the blush on his face is incredible as he thanks you for the obviously homemade food.

It's not fair, he thinks, how easily you make his chest flutter, how excited he gets when he sees you, how just being close to you has progressed from friendly shoving to not being able to touch you at all for fear of his pants tightening. As you sit beside him on the wall of the bridge he catches your scent on the wind as he chokes up and grabs tighter to the fabric around his lunchbox.

Caught off guard by his sudden noise you ask if he’s ok, leaning over you grab his chin in your hand and turn him to look at you, his pointed nose and eyes doing their best to avoid you. Bringing him down to your level you press your forehead to his, a look of contemplation on your face as you consider his temperature. Despite his elvish nature he’s certain he was burning up.

“You’re warm”

Your face crinkles in worry as you pull back, “are you ok?” You ask, worried about the color coming to his usually pale features.

He feels an unusual emotion bubbling up in his chest at the close proximity, at the feeling of you touching him, face mere inches from his. Turning his head rapidly as he looks in every direction atop the bridge, he concludes that the coast is clear then grabs your wrist, dragging you off the side of the path at the entrance to the bridge and down a deer trail below. He refuses to answer your line of questioning as you protest following him into one of his many hidey holes, you’ve come to learn a good few of them after befriending him.

The moment he stops at the direct center below the bridge he turns abruptly on his heel to face you and in an awkward squak he throws his hand up to point at you and asks “ D-does your chest hurt too?!”

It was a loud shout for how close he was and he seemed more panicked than curious, with this in mind you simply ask “what?” When did you get lost?

His face only gets more red as he glares craters into the earth at his feet and for the first time since you’ve known him Rumil is speechless. He feels like a fool who’s just embarrassed himself and now he’s only digging his hole deeper as his silver tongue seems to have become cotton in mouth. More than anything though, he’s hurt. Either he was completely daft at expressing his feelings, which is absolutely unheard of, or you didn’t return his sentiments.

Collecting what little of his pride he had left he purses his lips and starts to stalk away, brushing past you you barely catch the “never mind” that he gives in response.

“Wait!” You call out, grabbing firmly to his wrist you yank backwards causing the awkward ellon nearly fall backward onto his rear in the grass below. Catching him against yourself you two find each other face to face once again just a breath away.

He still refuses to look at you but you’ve grown accustomed to his childish nature and elect to ignore it for more pressing matters. “What did you mean?”

Immediately he’s on guard again as his posture closes up and he looks on the verge of tears, muttering yet again under his breath you weren’t able to catch it this time. Growing frustrated you harden your tone and yank him forward by the arm still in your grasp and demand an answer “ Dammit Rumil please, enough with the childishness! What’s wrong, please..” your eyes are hardened and hurt as they connect with his. His chest puffs up as he takes a deep breath stuttering every few moments before he once again blurts out “My chest hurts! S-so I think that’s the sign!”

“What sign Rumil?”

He places his free hand on top of the one that still has his arm in your grasp as his face sets in defeat, his voice is suddenly very soft as he answers. “That you’re my one..”

Your face suddenly feels hot and you no longer feel like two adults talking in private but rather mere children discovering love for the first time. You’re not sure what to say but the closeness is suddenly very apparent to you as you can feel his breath on your face and see every stand in his eyes, he’s hopeful.

“Would you like to find out?” You ask, filled with certainty at his hope. You’d wondered for the longest time just how long it’d take him to realize that you loved him, wanted to care for him, worried about him.

“How?” He asks, soft and curious.

“Close your eyes” you respond

Hesitantly he does so and the next moment finds himself crashing hard into the ground below. The next second you're sitting atop his waist, as your hands rest on his chest. He has a split second to take in the moment before your lips connect with his and he feels himself melt into your touch. Immediately his hands come to rest on your waist ticking you in tightly against him as he rolls his weight to the side, trapping you beneath him.

He pulls away from your lips and starts a harsh and sloppy trail down the side of your neck, his hands trembling in anxiousness despite putting up his sudden dominance. Your hands brace against his shoulders as you take in the sudden attention and pant out hard into his hair.

His right hand glides down the front of your body as his lips reach your chest, biting at and teasing the fabric that covers your chest as his fingers dance lightly against the hem of your trousers? He doesn’t ask and simply waits for you to pursue the potential of the moment. Whining out your desire he proceeds with a push past your waist band and a self assure chuckle.

Immediately he finds your core and begins to assault you in enthusiasm and inexperience. His strokes are harsh and quick and leave little to nothing untouched in the wake of his desire to please you and with a little guidance from your end you find yourself quickly on the way to your end.

Your moments away from euphoria when he stops and immediately you’re frustrated “Hey, what are you-“

Immediately you're silenced as his unoccupied hand comes up to gesture for silence with a single raised finger as he listens closely to your surroundings. You hadn’t even realized but the idol chatter of two guards sounded out as they had begun to make their way across the bridge in search of Rumil. As the two of you listen in silence you almost cry out at the feeling of two of his fingers squirming inside of you. You stare at him incredulously as his weasel grin returns to his face, his eyes shifting from you to the guards above.

Your hands shoot to your mouth in a desperate attempt to silence your cry’s as you catch bits and prices of the two men acknowledge the long forgotten lunchbox at his post and continue to speculate on his whereabouts. Meanwhile, the pace of his fingers postponing inside of you has only increased as he’s hiked both of your legs to wrap around his waist as he hovers above you. Taking the liberty to break you further, he comes to rest beside your head as he mumbles sultry things to you, degrading you for how much wetter you’ve gotten at the prospect of getting caught. How would that make you feel? To have witnesses to your debauchery, for them to lean over the edge like so and bare the sight of his fingers fucking into your core like a vice.

You're so embarrassed that you’re at the brink of orgasm yet again, that his words affect you so much to have made you feel dirty and yet still desire his touch. You breath is baited and swallowed as the distant sounds of the guards receding further into the borders in search of your lover reach your ears in the nick of time.

“So well behaved, perhaps I was wrong?”

Doubling down his efforts his hand snaps into you with more force and suddenly you're crying out into your clasped hands as your back arches into the earth below and you tremble tightly around the ellon above. You need a moment to come down from your high but when your inhibitions come back to you he’s returned to his knees as he bares a childish excitement.

“Ha, I did it! You came! I mean-of course you did” he laughs off.

Beginning to mess with the buckle to his trousers he looks back at you and catches your eyes, “Now what say you I make you come again?”

You almost roll your eyes, this impish monster will be the death of you.

[mrsmidnight15]

Imagine being the youngest child in your family like Rumil and teaming up with him to play pranks on your guy's older siblings.

[animerina]

Your Eyes Are Like Starlight

Haldir X F!Reader

Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22) (23) (24)

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Summary:  Haldir and his patrol rescue a woman outside of the forest and bring her to Caras Galadhon. She is allowed to stay to recover from her injuries, both physical and mental. Haldir quickly finds himself as her protector and worries what will happen when she leaves.

Note: TW for attempted assault, eventual smut, minors DNI. I wrote this a while back and it is incredibly self-indulgent. I know I probably screwed up actual lore, but I really enjoyed writing this so I hope you do as well. It was previously posted on A03. 

All Italics are Elvish.

Chapter 1: Saved

Haldir perched on a limb of a tree overlooking a clearing just outside the Forest of Lothlórien. The others in his patrol were spread out throughout the rest of the branches looking at the scene unfold before them. They had been watching a small group of men camping outside the forest. The men were sitting around their fire drinking and laughing. His gaze drifted to the cart they kept throwing the bottles at. A woman was propped up against it, half-heartedly dodging the bottles that crashed against the wood behind her. Hands bound in front of her, she had little room for movement. Her clothes were dirty and torn like she had been dragged alongside the cart for days. Boots, most likely hers, were tossed off too far for her to reach, a tactic meant to discourage running away. Haldir could see her eyes were tired and she was struggling to stay awake.

Another round of laughter broke out among the men drawing his attention away from the woman. One of them, a hairy man who stumbled with drunkenness, rose to grab something from a pack on one of the horses. Pulling a bottle from it, he started over to where the woman sat.

“Come now,” he slurred. “You need to have some fun too.” Thick fingers grabbed her chin roughly and yanked her forward. She yelped as she toppled over onto her stomach, barely catching herself with her bound hands.

Another man, one much younger than the others, approached laughing at the first man’s antics. He pulled her up and sat her back down facing the rest of the men who were watching in amusement.

“Come on, girl. Have a drink with us!” He jeered. When she turned her head in defiance he pinched her nose closed forcing her mouth open to breathe.

The hairy man uncorked the bottle with his teeth, spitting it out at her, and poured the liquor down her throat causing her to cough and choke on the burn. They released her and howled with laughter as she fell on her side and continued to cough facing the ground.

Haldir’s brother, Rúmil, approached him on his branch.

“What should we do?”

“We wait,” Haldir gave a signal to the rest of the patrol to hold their positions, though the grip on his bow tightened as he watched the woman struggle against her binds.

Suddenly, the woman pushed herself up with an angry scowl and spit in the bearded man’s face. He shouted an explicative as the others laughed at his misfortune. She tried crawling away but was yanked back by her hair forcing a cry to escape her lips.

“Where do you think you’re going?” The younger man asked as he threw her roughly at the one she spit on. Angrily, the man pulled his hand back and hit her across the face with the back of it.

“You little bitch!” He shouted as he hit her again, her hands not fast enough to block his arm. Blood dripped down the side of her now split lip, bruises already threatening to appear. Tucking her head into her arms, she tried to escape fearing he would decide to hit her again. Haldir’s hand itched to grab an arrow, but he hesitated. As Marchwarden, he could not offer asylum so easily and he would not forsake his duty for a whim, though his hesitance weighed heavy on his conscious. From the corner of his eye, he saw his brothers’ grips also tighten on their bows. A voice from below drew him back to the scene.

“Oi, be careful with her. She’s worth more with that pretty face,” another man called out from the fire. He was the best dressed out of all of them, though that wasn’t saying much, but was clearly the leader of the group.

“What’s a few coins, Gregor? We could be having fun, right sweetling?” The young man directed his gaze back at her.

Eyes widening in fear, she tried getting to her feet and running but was forced to the ground by the drunk man. She fell flat on her face screaming at them. The leader, Gregor, approached the struggling woman. His foot pressed down onto her left leg as she fought against them.

“Stop moving or I’ll break it and make you walk the rest of the way.” He threatened her and she ceased moving, simply whimpering face down in the dirt.

“Please,” she begged. “Please gods no.”

Gregor removed his foot from her leg and stepped aside. He nodded to himself silently. “Alright, but I get her first. Turn her over,” he commanded and his men jumped up to restrain her.

“No!” She screamed and started kicking as hard as her tired body could. The younger man laughed as he pulled her arms above her head. “Get her legs, Yorrick.” She could feel large, calloused hands grab her ankles quickly putting an end to her struggle.

“Get off of me!” She screamed.

Another hit landed on her face, but she couldn’t tell which man it had come from this time.

“You need a muzzle, bitch!”

Gregor straddled her, effectively pinning her hips to the ground. His yellow teeth glowed in the firelight and she couldn’t look away from his ugly grin and he towered over her. She felt pathetic as she lay there beneath him.

“No, I want to hear her scream,” he sneered.

The woman shouted in surprised when Gregor’s head shot back with such force she heard the neck snap. The men around her began shouting and looking around releasing her as they fled for safety. She sat up and saw an arrow was sticking out of her captor’s eye, his dead body laid out over her legs. Another slew of arrows shot through the air and several of the men fell before they could reach any of their weapons.

She forced herself out from under the heavy body and rolled onto her side, panic evident in her movements. Her eyes searched for an escape but she couldn’t tell where the arrows had come from. The young man was kneeling behind the cart, using it as a shield. He was urging her to follow him and as much as she didn’t want to, she was desperate to get out of the line of fire. She rushed over to where he hid only to be grabbed roughly by her neck. He held her in front of him and she realized that she was now his shield as he slowly made his way to the horses.

“Don’t try running or well both die.”

He released her neck in favor of wrapping his hand in her hair and roughly pulling her along. Her eyes fell to the ground so she wouldn’t trip, but spotted the dagger on his belt. Without hesitation she grabbed it, ripping material as pulled away from him. The man had only a moment to look down at his torn pants before she had jammed the blade into his neck. He stumbled back trying to pull the blade out, but only managed to gurgle on his own blood before falling to the ground. Panicked, she grabbed the handle and forced it free holding it in front of her.

Tears rolled down her face as she looked over the dead men, arrows protruding from all but one. She gasped for breath when her eyes spotted the small party of elves standing at the tree line, bows aimed right at her. Her fingers trembled at the sight and not wanting to be shot as well, she threw her dagger to the ground.

Haldir made a signal and the patrol lowered their weapons. He slowly approached her afraid of spooking the poor woman more than she already was. He pulled his own blade out but she stepped away from him upon seeing it, eyes filled with fear.

“No harm will come to you now. Please allow me to cut your bindings.”

Haldir outstretched his hand to her. Hesitantly, she nodded and allowed him to cut through the rope binding her wrists revealing bruises and raw skin. He thumbed the wounds gently and she winced.

“Are you injured anywhere else?”

“My head,” she whispered, eyes locked on their joined hands. “And my face,” she added though she thought those injuries were obvious. She felt dumb for pointing them out when they were so clearly visible.

Haldir looked her over before continuing. “I am Haldir, Marchwarden of Lothlórien. You will come with us,” he gestured to the elves behind him. One of them came forward, collecting her boots and handing them to her.

“What is your name?” Haldir asked as she quickly pulled them on.

“My name is Y/N,” she replied and began following him, nearly tripping with how much her legs were still shaking. Haldir was at her side quickly, pulling her to him to steady her movement.

“Do you need assistance? We will be going quite far.”

“No, I’m sorry,” she paused to take a breath. “I’m just in shock. I will be fine.”

The blonde elf began speaking to two others who looked similar to him. They moved to stand at her sides close enough that they could catch her if she fell.

“These are my brothers, Rúmil and Orophin. They do not speak much Westron, but they will assist you if needed.”

“Thank you,” she bowed her head embarrassed that she was causing such a scene. They bowed their heads back to her before continuing as the group made their way deeper into the woods. Not long into their journey, they approached a ladder in one of the trees.

“We go up from here. Are you able to climb?” Haldir asked her.

“Yes,” she didn’t hesitate to answer, but her voice betrayed her uncertainty.

“You will not fall. Orophin will go after you and make sure.”

Nodding, she climbed up after Haldir trying not to look at how far up they were. Y/N felt as though she may lose her footing if she looked down. Haldir helped her onto the platform once they reached the top.

“We will wait here for now,” he said gesturing to the trunk of the tree where she could sit. She watched the others as they made their way onto the platform, some of them eyeing her with curious faces, some of them with pity.

Movement on her right startled her. Rúmil had crouched next to her, silver eyes roaming her face.

“Allow me to look at your injuries.”

She gave him a confused look not understanding what he said. His movements were intentionally slow as he reached out to hold her face, fingers gentle as they gripped her chin. He moved her head from side to side and it dawned on her that he was inspecting her injuries. Another elf handed him a cloth wet from a water skein so he could wipe the blood from her mouth, his eyes narrowing as her cut lip was revealed. She winced and pulled away from him, her hands flying to her wound. He smiled sheepishly in apology and offered her the cloth to continue herself.

“Thank you,” she said for the second time that night as she held the cool material to her mouth. He didn’t move from his spot beside her, but turned to speak with his brother.

“She heals fast for a human.”

That caught Haldir’s attention and he joined his brother to look at Y/N’s face. It was true. The bruising she had on her cheeks was lighter than it had been when he saw her in the clearing and her lip wasn’t as swollen either.

“You are human correct?”

“Uh-well yes,” she replied as she set the cloth down on her lap.

“You are healing very quickly. Did you know you had this ability?”

She was quiet for a moment before answering. “Yes,” she started. “I’ve always been able to heal quickly. Neither of my parents knew where it came from, but they were both human.”

Another elf, one that was not with the group earlier, approached Haldir and spoke in elvish.

He nodded and stood, offering his hand to help her up.

“Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel wish to see you,” he said.

[7soulstars]

hello! can i request something funny with thranduil? ony if you're comfortable with writing itof course.

he took y/n in *like Elnord did with Aragorn* but she is a huge troublemaker,always pulling pranks on elves or sneaking to the woods and putting herself in danger, giving him many heart attacks in the process, yet he can't stop loving her.

*screams* I love this !! Of course I’ll write something based on this ! Let’s go !!

Erevan Ilesere’s Petal 

Pairing: Thranduil x Immortal! Reader

Warnings: Cavity Inducing fluff, Angst if you squint, Decent writing ??

Summary: No matter how much of annoyance Y/N is,Thranduil cannot stop adoring his lady. 

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Erevan Ilesere ; The elven god of mischief and tricks

Nobody knew who Y/N was, what she is, where she is from or why was she found in the center of the clearing at the heart of the forest Mirkwood. Neither did she. She knew nothing of herself except her name. But that didn't intrigue Thranduil, the blue petal mark etched on her skin did.

The battle of the five armies had been a turning point in Thranduil’s life, he was at calm with himself, but at the same time he felt lonely. He let his son go on an adventure that he’d not know when he would return from, he was at peace with his wife’s death.He had to let her go.Though she would always have a special place in his heart. He had to focus more on his people, flourish his kingdom and move on. But he felt empty.

He felt alone.

So went he found Y/N heavily injured at the clearing, he didn’t hesitate to take her in.

Y/N was different. Not in normal mannerisms she was not. It was unexplainable. She was different.

After she was taken in by Thranduil and healed, she said she knew nothing of her kin or where was born. All she remembered that she had been living the life of a ranger for as long as she recalls.

She had always been alone.

But that never stopped her from being vocal. She was bold, so bold that she would barge into the court meetings to give the most random suggestions, make jokes or even put flowers in Thranduil’s crown during it. And he would always let her, sometimes even smiling.

The elves didn’t expect it. Valar! No one on Middle Earth would have. 

Y/N became the most adored individual in the entirity of Mirkwood. She made the place happier, the forest was healing and things got better.....

But everyone has things others do not enjoy about themselves. Y/N did too. She was chaos in a bottle. 

Once she had covered onions with caramel and gave it to the palace guards claiming they were caramel apples. The other time she had paired along with with Mëludir, Lindir’s brother who was at Mirkwood and had filled the sweet Lembas bread with mayonnaise instead of cream which had everyone at the dinner table spit it out except Elrond who as wierd as it seemed, took a liking to it. She had put a rat inside Tauriel’s hair, having her scream across the hall. And Rumil and her had filled Haldir’s shoe with mud which had forced the two to hide for the entire day later with Y/N hiding behind Thranduil and his robes flinching everytime Haldir was yelling at her.

“Lady Y/N this is not a joke I had those shoes cleaned yesterday and now you have ruined them! And Rumil you are no less! Is this how you treat me? Your Gwanur(brother)?? Lady Y/N that is not it-”

“Haldir enough leave her be”,Thranduil ordered as he hid you behind him even more as you clenched his robes.

“But-”

“I had helped her put the rat in Tauriel’s hair....are you going to discipline me too?”

“Apologies nin aran (my king), I am just simply worried she will get herself in trouble.....”

“Hmmm you are dismissed.”

With that Haldir had left pulling Rumil along with him. Thranduil looked down to see Y/N poking her head out from behind him and giving him the biggest and most sweetest smile possible. The elven king let out a chuckle as he shook his head. Freezing when she gave him a hug before she ran out mouthing a thank you. 

Thranduil would always side Y/N, even if he wouldn’t admit that she would scare the life out of him everytime she would do something dangerous, the others would warn him about the dangers she puts herself into but he would refuse to believe them. It wasn’t that he believed she wouldn’t do something like that but it was because he believed Mirkwood would be impossible for her to get out of without help.

But oh how wrong he was.

Ever since Y/N came to Mirkwood a few decades ago Thranduil’s daily schedule had always been the same. Wake up, do formal chores (like bathing, having breakfast with Y/N etc.) ,attend court and hear his people out, roam around palace halls or in the kingdom, spend his free time with Y/N and then spend his time researching something in the library before sleeping. This night was no different except there was an erractic knocking on the library doors. Y/N’s lady in waiting pushing through with a very alarmed look on her face. Thranduil cocked an eyebrow at her, ready to yell at her to disturb him at this time of the night. But the look on her face made him wait for an answer.

“Your Majesty, Lady Y/N she- she-”

“I would appreciate if you complete your sentence”

“She dissapeared !”

Thranduil’s eyes widened. An unfamiliar look passing across his face as he unseathed his sword and speed walked out of the library.

“HALDIR !”

“Lord Haldir and the patrolling team is looking for her in the city right now my lord ! She is nowhere to be found !”, the elleth contiued following him. 

“SEARCH EVERY CORNER OF THE KINGDOM !” ,he yelled at her before mounting his elk and riding into the forest.

He searched for her, by the clearing, the spiders nestings, the old bridge, the narrow pathway that lead to the darker parts of the forest. But she was nowhere. 

“Y/N !?”,he yelled for the 14th time, his voice hoarse is eyes seaching frantically. Orcs and Wargs always preyed at night it wasn’t safe.

Splash

He heard the movement of water not much far from where he was he panicked, his elk moving swiftly but gracefully enough to not startle whatever was making the noises but this action was quite ruined by Thranduil yelling out the missing lady's name startling everyone before his eyes. Both him and his elk froze. There Y/N sat, by the backwaters looking at them with eyes widened as big as saucers, along with who seemed like mermaids that swam away as soon as they saw the elven king splashing Y/N with water wetting her completely.

“Thranduil? W-What are you doing here?”,she stuttered.

Thranduil moved closer to her watching as she visibly tried hiding something behind her back. He noticed how she was barefoot and scratches and cuts littered across her feet making his jaw clench.

“What are YOU doing here?”, the blonde elf hissed clearly angry but Y/N couldn’t point out why. Before she could even reply he yanked her hand from behind her back before stilling completely. His eyes unmoving from the contents in her hands. Forget me not flowers..... They had stopped growing in Mirkwood years ago. Drooping and dying more every moment the royal family distanced itself from each other, In grief, pain and misery.

“Where did you-”, ah the cuts on her feet, the dirt on her hands.....she brought them from out of the forest...

“I had seen them on our trip back from Rivendell months ago.....They were dying....I asked the mermaids to help me save them with spells, but you came interrupting them....”,she said in a soft voice, on the verge of tears breaking Thranduil out of his trance as he panicked,cupping her face with his larger hands. “I am sorry Lady Y/N I was simply worried about you, why did you not tell me? I could have helped you...”,he asked looking directly into her eyes as she poorly attempted to not shed any tears. “I didn’t want to bother you. I already bother everyone else. I don’t want to loose all of you..”, she said, tears unevitably falling and rolling down her cheeks. Oh... She thought she was alone...she had never asked for help from anyone....she felt insecure no matter how much everyone loved her....he knew someone who was like her few decades ago.

Him.

“You could never !”,he intended to say softly but it came out as a yell, making the woman flinch. He was mad, at himself for not noticing,for dismissing hints. “You would never......we care for you too much. Valar ! I care about you too much ! Everytime you do something dangerous my heart leaps....but I cannot resist your eyes, your words, you tempting smile.....Look at me....I do not wish to loose you like lost the rest of my people I cared about......”, Thranduil finished, his face only a finger distance away from the girl. “What are you doing to me Y/N ?”, he whispered, the other still trying to process everything. “Can I kiss you”, she whispered back. “Please...”,Thranduil said,his voice almost coming out as if he was begging.

And she did as the king asked, lips moving softly yet with love, for the first time in his entire life, the blond elf had let himself be completely vulnerable. His posture,his personality melting, almost as if a light glow covered around them. Even his dragon fire scar revealing itself for the first time to Y/N as they broke the kiss. Thranduil didn’t flinch when touched it, when she left a lingering kiss on it, smiling that wide smile he adored so much at it. The stayed that way before she leaned into his chest for a while,his arms around her. “No matter how much chaos you create I will never hate you...”, he said as he took in her scent.

Splash!

The voice echoed startling the two as the separated from each other, their faces red, only to see the group of mermaids hiding behind the rocks, their eyes on Y/N’s hands

The flowers were back alive and blooming....

That was the moment Thranduil knew that he had faced dragon fire once, but for his Lady he would face it again and again. He couldn’t help adoring her.

Back at the palace library the book was well forgotten, the pages flipping till it rested on a particular page littered with blue petals

Erevan Ilesere‘s Petal,his descendant on Middle Earth. 

But that is a story I, Gandalf will tell you another time.

--The End--

Finally ! Behold ! I am done after ages of procrastination! Thank you for requesting this fic it was really fun to write ! I may have gotten a bit distracted but did you like the twist ? I'm sorry if it's not really great but I really tried my best🥺.I really hope you did ! @gorgeourrific-nerd you too ! I think it is a bit similar to your request I hope you liked it too ! The rest of ya’ll too I ain’t forgotten ya’ll. Pleade like and reblog my posts if you like them ! Feedback is highly appreciated and please do not plagarize my work. I really work hard on them ! Thank you for supporting me! I love ya’ll so much !!

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Home Again

Prompt: Domestic bliss/a day in the life (Content Challenge Day 2)

Pairing: Haldir x Female Reader

Rating: T

Word count: 2164

Warnings: Maybe I pushed the ‘T’ rating a little. There’s nakedness but like...tasteful nakedness? Also lots of kissing. And suggestions. And so much fluff. 

A/n Welcome to Day 2 of my content challenge! You can find the challenge’s masterlist here and my personal masterlist here. Happy reading :) 

Light shines into my closed eyes, and, mumbling in annoyance, I roll over, smushing my face into the pillow.

The ellon to my left chuckles warmly, wrapping an arm around my waist. “No, no, meleth nîn. Now that I know you are awake, I shan’t let you escape my attentions.”

I laugh as Haldir leans over me and peppers my face and neck with tiny kisses, encouraging me to roll onto my back. After much giggling and futile attempts to return to sleep, I comply, allowing him to kiss me fully on the lips. I sigh into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pulling him closer to me.

“I’ve missed this,” I breathe, closing my eyes when Haldir places a gentle kiss on my collarbone. “Three months is too long.”

At this, he raises his head, showing me the apology in his eyes “I know. I am sorry for leaving you for such a time, but I cannot ask it of my wardens and not hold myself to the same standard.”

I take one of his hands in mine, fiddling with his fingers. “You are much too honorable for my liking, Marchwarden.”

His playfulness from earlier returns, and he wraps his arms under my back. “I take offense! I shall have to prove to you that I am no such ellon.” With that, he releases his knees, dropping his full weight on top of me.

“Haldir,” I laugh, trying to push him off of me. “You must move, I cannot breathe!”

He buries his face in the crook of my neck, and I feel his smile against my skin. “Now what were you saying? I doubt an honorable ellon would try to squish his wife.”

“I shall have you arrested for attempted murder,” I gasp, elbowing him in the ribs and kicking at his shins.

He grins languidly, but relieves the pressure on me slightly. “And who is going to carry out this arrest? I am, as you say, the Marchwarden of this realm.” He raises a haughty eyebrow. “And I have no intention of incarcerating myself.”

I bump my nose against his, earning myself a soft smile. “Then it seems I shall have to lock you up.”

Haldir’s lips drop to mine, and he kisses me with a passion that has me quite willing to stay in this bed all day. “Such promises she makes,” he teases, and then seems to reign himself in. With a final, much more innocent kiss, he rises to his knees, offering me a hand. “Would you like breakfast?”

I enjoy my first full breath in minutes and take his hand, following him out of the bedroom. “You have been at the borders for three months. Sit, and let me cook for you.”

He does as he’s bid and, while I gather ingredients, he perches on one of the high stools that faces into kitchen. He does not stay on his side of the counter long, though, and soon wraps his arms around my waist, holding me closely against him as I cook.

There’s a knock on the door and Haldir and I exchange questioning looks. With a raised eyebrow, he releases me and walks through the talan to the front door. It’s not long before I hear the jovial greetings of Orophin and Rumil, and, smiling to myself, I retrieve two more plates from the cabinet.

Haldir enters the kitchen, his younger brothers in tow. “Do you mind, my love?”

“Not at all,” I grin, pulling the ellyn in for hugs.

“Of course she minds,” Rumil laughs, pressing a quick kiss to my cheek before sitting on a stool. “Her husband only just got back last night, and now she’s got a kitchen full of guests. I’m sure she’d much rather be f—”

I hurry to interrupt the youngest of the three, carefully placing some fruit on his plate. “You know you are both welcome here any time, I—”

“Relax, Y/n,” Orophin laughs, holding up a hand to stop my protests. “Rumil and I do not plan to stay long. We only wanted to see our brother, make sure he’s in one piece.”

“And have breakfast,” Rumil declares, mouth full of bread. Haldir rolls his eyes and darts a quick hand out to shove Rumil’s head towards the counter. Rumil only just keeps his head from connecting with the wood, and ducks around Haldir’s outstretched arm to push at his chest.

“Enough,” I laugh, sitting down with my own plate. The two eye each other with amused suspicion, but otherwise obey.

The four of us inevitably get on the topic of Haldir’s time away, and he regals us with the more entertaining stories from the borders. Before we know it, the morning has passed us by, and Orophin and Rumil must rush away to attend to their duties.

Haldir closes the door behind them, then pulls me into his arms. “Thank you for putting up with them.”

I snort and lay my head against his chest. “You know I love them.”

We stay there for a few minutes, wrapped in each other’s embrace. Haldir eventually pulls back and pushes me in the direction of our bedroom. “Change into something suitable for hiking. I’m taking you to the woods.”

I do as requested, rolling my eyes as I go. “You ask so politely.”

“It’ll be worth it,” he calls after me, and, because I can hear the excitement in his voice, I decide to believe him.

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Two hours later and we are still walking.

“You know, I was only joking this morning, but now I think you might actually be trying to kill me,” I huff, struggling up the millionth hill of our hike.

My husband only laughs, reaching for my hand. “We are minutes away, meleth.”

To his credit, Haldir was right. Not five minutes later, the ‘trail’ ends and we stand on a cliff, overlooking a deep pond. I glance between Haldir and the water in delight — he knows how much I love a swim. “How did you find this?”

He shrugs like it’s nothing, though his chest puffs out. “I came across it during a scouting excursion a few weeks ago. I’ve been thinking of taking you here ever since.”

“I’m grateful,” I smile, leaning my back against his chest and pulling his arms to encircle me. He tightens his grip and starts a trail of lingering kisses up and down my neck. “It’s the perfect day, too,” I mumble weakly. The sun is shining, the air is hot, and a dip in the cool, clear water is just what I need.

I notice, perhaps belatedly, that neither of us brought proper swimming attire.

But it seems Haldir has planned for that.

He doesn’t stop his kisses when he speaks against my neck. “Take off your clothes.”

I let my eyes flutter shut. The sound of his voice and the way he sucks on my pulse point leaves me with no desire to protest. I pull at the ties on my tunic, and he follows suit. Soon, we are both undressed completely, standing naked in the shining sun.

Haldir pulls my mouth back to his, and, absently, I remember that, though we are in a secluded area, the woods is not necessarily private. “This area is unknown?”

His lips twitch against mine, and he pulls back so I can see his assured smile. “No one is around. No one will know we are here.”

That’s good enough for me. I wrap my arms around my husband’s neck and move to kiss him again, but he scoops me up in his arms, grinning wickedly.

Oh no. “Haldir-”

With a confidence that’s both infuriating and wildly attractive, he winks…

And steps off the cliff.

The water is much colder than I imagined, and I shriek the moment it touches my skin. Haldir finds this quite amusing, though I note with a smirk of satisfaction that a shiver runs up his own spine.

Not so invincible.

With that in mind, I wriggle out of his arms and splash as much water as I possibly can in his direction.

For a moment, he looks so utterly betrayed that I feel a twinge of guilt.

But then he lunges me, and all sympathy disappears.

He grips my shoulders firmly and shoves me under the water. He lets me up almost immediately, but the damage is done.

He’s submerged me in the freezing water twice already, and I cannot let that go.

I jump at him, but his skills on the battlefield apparently apply also to water fights, and he is much too quick for me. He places one arm behind my back and the other behind my legs and brings me into his arms, cradling me against his chest—despite my struggles.

“There, there,” he laughs over my protests. “Deep breaths now.”

I glower at him and manage to get a hand free, splashing a spout of water into his face. He raises an eyebrow, replacing his carefree laughter with the trademark Marchwarden Stoicism.

“Is that the best you’ve got?”

I lift my own eyebrow, meeting his challenge. “Release me and find out.”

He opens his mouth to retort, but the wind rustles the leaves, and he tenses.

I freeze against him, knowing Haldir well enough to see that, in the slight noise from the moving greenery, he has found cause for concern.

“What is it,” I whisper, but he raises a hand, cautioning for silence. I purse my lips together and strain my ears, trying to hear the forest as he does. Centuries in the trees have made him hyper-sensitive to every rock, leaf, animal — and intruder.

I gulp, tightening my grip on his shoulders.

Without warning, Haldir plunges me into the water once again, and I sputter, finding myself pressed against the cool skin of his back.

“M-Marchwarden,” a voice stutters out.

Oh Valar.

I’m suddenly painfully aware of how naked I am.

“Erlan,” Haldir sighs, giving the young ellon a displeased stare.

I recognize the name. Erlan is the newest member of Lothlórien’s Guard, only just having come of age some twenty years ago. Haldir says he is inexperienced, but shows promise, and frequently does week-long stints as part of the forest patrol.

“I-I am so sorry, Marchwarden. I did not mean—” While the elf stumbles over his words, Haldir tries to discreetly lower his hands to cover the essentials, but the movement draws Erlan’s eyes. Realizing what he’s doing, Erlan jerks his head upwards, staring safely at the sky. “Oh my, I am so—”

“Just leave, Erlan,” Haldir grits out, the pink twinge to his cheeks slightly damaging his commanding tone.

Erlan tries for a respectful bow, but as he bends, his eyes lock with mine and he yelps, straightening quickly. Haldir shifts to block me completely from view, raising an arm in Erlan’s direction. “Go!”

Erlan nearly runs into a tree in his haste to escape, and the hilarity of the situation overrides any embarrassment I might feel. I laugh, wrapping my arms around Haldir’s middle, encouraging him to turn in my arms. He does so, though his eyes scan our surroundings suspiciously.

To distract him from his anger, I press kisses to his chest, and, eventually he relaxes in my arms. Once I know his ire has passed, I rest my chin against his sternum, looking up at him with a wide grin. “I thought you said no one would find us.”

He fixes me with an unimpressed glare, the redness returning to his cheeks. “I will be speaking with him first thing tomorrow morning. His observation skills are—”

“Still in progress,” I interject, dragging my hands up his chest until I reach his shoulders. “Go easy on the poor ellon.” Using my grip, I pull myself up, wrapping my legs around his hips.

This seems to put him in a much more favorable mood, and he hums softly, laying his head against my shoulder. “I suppose you’re right. It could’ve happened to anyone.”

“Exactly,” I smile, pleased that I still have the ability to distract him like this even after a century of marriage. “Though I do believe that no one will be intruding upon us now, since Erlan is there to warn them.” I brush my lips against his shoulder, hinting at my intentions.

“My, you are smart,” his chuckle rumbles against me, and I dip my head to meet the lips that soon quirk teasingly against mine. “I knew I kept you around for a reason.”

I pull back, leveling him with a glare that rivals his own.

He attempts to school his expression, though he retains a mocking glint in his eye. “Intelligent and terrifying. I think I’ve hit the jackpot.”

I dip a hand into the water and flick it back towards his face, effectively wiping away his smug expression. “Do shut up.”

Laughing once more, he pulls me back to him, picking up where we left off.

I love having him home.

Even if I definitely plan on half-drowning him before we leave.

A/n So does anyone else adore Haldir, or is it just me? 

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Haldir x Reader - Unwanted

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A/N: Have you ever been annoyed by having a crush on someone? Like “Nope! I really don’t need this right now. Stahp it!”? Because that’s what I’m going through right now. Anyways, this headcanon was actually supposed to be a ficlet, but I just never got around to write it. So I posted it as a headcanon, according to the motto: Better this than nothing. But now I’ve finally found some time and motivation and suddenly I wrote 1700+ words. Well, that a little longer than I thought... Ooops?! 😶 Summary: Y/N is fed up with her crush on Haldir, thinking he’d never return her feelings for him. She plans on doing everything she can to stop this stupid infatuation but thanks to Rúmil her plan is doomed to fail.  Word Count: 1770 Warnings: A little angsty in the beginning  Reader: fem!Reader, Reader is a historian (though it’s only mentioned)

Y/N stomped towards her home, not paying any attention to what was going on around her. Her cheeks were coloured bright red. What was she thinking?! If she wouldn’t be in public, she’d smack her head against the book she was carrying. 

As she reached her home, she closed the door behind herself - trying her hardest not to slam it - and slid down against it. She tossed the book carelessly aside and put her head in her hands. This couldn’t continue, she needed to stop. This was making her nothing but miserable. 

She spent basically the whole morning sitting near the training grounds, pretending to be reading while sneakily watching Haldir train. The longer she was there, the harder it was to pretend. Her eyes wouldn’t stay on the pages and would find the march warden more and more often. 

Eventually, Rúmil would sit down next to her, a smug smile plastered on his face. “So, how’s my brother doing today?” 

The blood rushed towards her face. “I-I have no idea what you’re talking about!” 

Rúmil laughed, a full belly laugh. “Sure, Y/N. Just talk to him. I’m sure it would please him.” 

“Don’t be silly,” Y/N said and stood up. “Why would a march warden be interested in talking to a historian? Anyway, I have to go. Good day, Rúmil.” 

Her friend shook his head. “You’re hopeless. Have a nice day, Y/N and think about what I told you.” 

Y/N groaned, think back at the conversation. “Stupid, stupid, stupid!” 

This has been going on for months now. Whenever Y/N had the chance, she would sneak a peek at the handsome march warden. First, she thought it was simply fascinated with his skill and well, perhaps because he was easy on the eyes. But soon she had to come to terms with the fact that she was developing a crush on him. 

Whenever she would see him, her heart would flutter with happiness. Whenever she heard his voice, she got goosebumps. Whenever she was not concentrating, Haldir would occupy her thoughts. It was annoying! 

She was pretty sure that Haldir would never be interested in her that way, and she wished her brain understood that. The more she thought daydreamed about Haldir, the deeper she fell into this rabbit hole. At this point, she couldn’t even remember what it was like when he was not constantly present in her mind. 

She got up from the floor and sighed. This needs to stop! she told herself once more. From tomorrow on, she would stop seeking out every opportunity she could get to see him or him talk. She would preoccupy her thoughts with work and books, so her brain wouldn’t have a chance to come up with another daydream of him and Y/N together. Tomorrow, things will change! 

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It was early in the morning when Y/N walked through Caras Galadhon on her way to work. She was early but it would only give her more time to plan out projects and find books she will read in the coming weeks. Her first step on not thinking about him. 

“Y/N!” She turned around and saw Rúmil jogging towards her. 

“Good morning, mellon,” she greeted her friend. “You’re up early.” 

“Haldir wants us to train harder in the coming weeks,” Rúmil rolled his eyes. “You know, because of the surge in orc sightings. Like they would come anywhere close to Lothlórien.” 

“Who knows,” Y/N replied. “Orcs are not exactly the brightest and attack anything and anyone.” 

Rúmil smirked. “Of course you would agree with Haldir.” 

Her cheeks began to colour. “Well, it is a sensible precaution!” 

“Of course,” Rúmil nodded mock-seriously. 

It was her turn to roll her eyes as she poked him in the sides. “Stop it!” 

“Anyway,” he changed the topic, “would you mind coming to the training ground with me? There’s something I like to show you.” 

Y/N hesitated. Normally she would agree immediately. Rúmil was her best friend and when he asked something of her, she would gladly agree. But after her promise to herself yesterday, she wasn’t so sure if going to the training ground was such a good idea. He would be there and inflame another inner turmoil. 

Rúmil nudged her playfully when she didn’t say anything. “Come on, it’ll be great!” 

If she wouldn’t go, Rúmil would know something is up, and probably be a little pest about it. Get a grip! she scolded herself. You can’t bend your whole life around an ellon to avoid him, just because you have a crush on him! 

“All right,” Y/N said. “As long as it won’t take too long.” 

“Great!” 

Just go there, see what Rúmil wants to show you and leave. Easy. Any thoughts about him will be squashed immediately!

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After a couple of minutes, the two friends arrived at the training ground. The first thing she heard was him shouting commands at the soldiers. Her body reacted before he finished the sentence and sent goosebumps all over her arms. No! No, no, no! Don’t think about it. 

She turned her back towards the training soldiers and looked at Rúmil. “So, what did you want to tell me?”

“Ah, wait here,” he said and vanished in one of the small huts, presumed to be an armoury, next to the ground. 

Behind her, she heard more commands and instructions being shouted. She didn’t even need to turn around to know when they came from Haldir or someone else. Calm yourself, dammit! But eventually, she couldn’t resist any longer, and her head slowly turned towards the source of the voices. There he was. Through the numerous soldiers, she spotted Haldir instantly. To her, he stood out like the moon between the stars. Bright, beautiful and mesmerising. Nothing and no one could compare to him. 

She was so captured by him that she didn’t notice Rúmil returning, or how he rolled his eyes when he saw her staring at his brother once again. “Just talk to him.” 

Y/N jumped. She turned her back towards her friend. A, by now, well-known feeling spreading through her chest - forlornness. “I wouldn’t even know what to say.” 

Rúmil shrugged. “Anything, really. You could talk about-” 

Y/N peeked over her shoulder and saw the march warden had spotted them. Her breath caught in her throat when he was looking directly at her. He patted on of the soldier on the shoulder and made his way towards them. Y/N felt like fainting. 

“Shit! He’s coming over! Hide me, Rúmil!” she said and tried to get behind her friends back. But Rúmil was faster. He grabbed her shoulders and placed her right in front of him. As if this wasn’t traumatising enough for Y/N he waved his brother happily, like nothing was wrong. “Hey, Haldir! Y/N wants to tell you something! I’ll be with you in a moment.” And with that he sprinted towards the changing area, leaving a dumbfounded Y/N behind. 

I really need new friends. Perhaps that should be my next project - sorting out the people that BETRAY me like this! 

Haldir looked after his brother but didn’t seem to be too worried about his weird behaviour. When he turned towards Y/N a soft smile played around his lips. “Lady Y/N, what can I do for you?” 

How can a person even be this pretty? His eyes… oh my, they’re even prettier up close. And he said my name… Oh, right. Think! Say something! Anything!

“Um… nothing really,” Y/N said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Rúmil is just being… Rúmil.” 

She looked down on her feet, not being able to hold his gaze any longer. She could feel her cheeks heating and hoped Haldir wouldn’t see it, or not understanding what caused it. 

“I must apologise for my brother,” Haldir said. “For some reason, he seemed to be set hard on us getting to know better. I am sorry if he caused you any discomfort.” 

Was Rúmil pesting Haldir just as much about her crush on him? That little-

“Oh, now it’s my fault!” Rúmil returned, dressed in his training clothes. He regarded them both with a flat look. “But you’re right, dear brother. I want you two to talk to each other because I know that what you two want!” 

Haldir and Y/N flushed. They both opened their mouths to protest but Rúmil was having none of it. “Nope! No backtalk! For months I’ve heard you two whining that you want to get to know the other but didn’t know how. Well, here it is, the perfect opportunity! I happened to know that you both have nothing planned tomorrow evening, so I friendly suggest - actually, scratch that friendly, you two better follow my advice, or I don’t want to hear about the topic ever again - that you two meet and chat and whatever. Just. Talk. To. Each. Other! It can’t be that hard!” He threw his arms in the air and stomped towards the training ground. 

Haldir and Y/N looked at each other, stunned by Rúmil’s outburst. It was Haldir who broke the silence first. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Rúmil is right, I’d really like to get to know you, Y/N.” 

For a moment Y/N couldn’t believe her ears. She smiled fondly at him. “I’d like to get to know you, too. So… um… tomorrow evening?” she asked and hoped it wasn’t too forward. 

Haldir nodded and Y/N could have sworn his cheeks looked a little red. “It sounds good. I know a nice place… Shall I pick you up, once the sun starts setting?” 

Y/N’s smile grew wider and wider. “Sounds perfect. I’m looking forward to it.” 

“Great,” Haldir said. 

For an outsider, it might have looked like they were having an awkward moment, but for them both it was one of the best moments in their lives. One of many that would follow. They kept on looking at each other for a little while longer, both not believing what just happened. After months of hoping, wishing and dreaming they would finally get to know each other… and hopefully become more than just friends. 

“I’ll see you then,” Y/N eventually said. 

“See you tomorrow, Y/N,” Haldir said and walked back to his soldiers.  

With a wide smile and butterflies in her stomach, she walked to her work. Maybe I don’t have to sort Rúmil out after all. Perhaps he actually deserves a promotion on my friends-list. Better not tell him. It’ll only get to his head. 

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[kenobiguacamole]

Shattered (Haldir X Reader)

A/N: Short. English is not my first language, please be kind if you find errors! To be continued?

Warnings: Angst, Haldir has low self-esteem

 Haldir walked swiftly under the canopies of the great mellryn trees. Soundless footsteps treading over the bed of fallen leaves. He could not help but feel nervous anticipation as he neared your talan. Today was the day he was going to finally admit his feelings for you. He had admired you from afar for many centuries, never finding the courage to approach you, let alone divulge his undying love for you. Being a Marchwarden of Lothlorien, Haldir faced certain death almost daily. It was his job after all to lay down his life in protection of Lothlorien and all its inhabitants. But with war looming on the horizon and the future being as uncertain as it was, he had finally scrounged up the courage to confess his feelings to you.

The sun was just beginning to peak over the tops of the trees, bathing the wood in a glorious golden light. As he climbed the curving steps of the mallorn that led to your talan, Haldir could not help but think of you. He thought of the way the sun would reflect off your amber colored eyes, and the way your rich, copper hair would shine like a fiery halo splayed across the heavens. Lost in his musings, Haldir found himself stood in front of your talan, palms slick with sweat. As he stood there, as weak legged as a newborn fawn, Haldir chastised himself. He was a Marchwarden of Lorien! He served the greatest rulers in all elvendom, Lord Celebron and Galadriel, Lady of Light! Surely, he could find the courage to confess his feelings to you! With newfound courage, Haldir made his way towards your front door. Fists clenched; he lifted his hand about to knock when he caught sight of you through your window. You were giggling, cheeks flushed with pink as he saw his brother, Rumil, kiss the delicate skin on the back of your knuckles. Haldir’s heart shattered and his stomach dropped. How could he have been such a fool? Of course, you could never possibly harbor feelings for someone like him; a socially awkward brute who found more peace on the fences than he did around others. How could he have ever imagined you would feel any sort of affection towards him? Especially when his perfectly charming brother could sweep any elleth off their feet with little more than a smile thrown their way? With that final thought, Haldir swiftly turned and all but ran down the steps, taking two at a time. He had to get out of there. He needed the peace and solitude of the trees. He loved his brother and, he loved you. How could he stand in the way of either of your happiness? He would not. He could not. But he also could not be a specter to the romance between the brother he loved more than anything and the elleth who had stolen his heart.

Foregoing his own talan, for he did not have the heart to face Orophin after such a devastating blow, Haldir made his way to the training yard. He would borrow armor and weapons from the armory and from there, he would go straight to the fences. He would ensure his stay at the fences would be extended for as long as possible. At least until his heart had mended. With that in mind, Haldir raced towards the training fields, banishing all thoughts of you from his mind.

[glassgulls]

Put Pilot having Glorfindel trying to put the blame on her haha! Good thing reader knows better. 😉 I loved this so much and the concept too, I'm so glad you wrote this as it turned out brilliantly. (Plus bonus Rúmil is *chef kiss*)

Glorfindel with a guide dog

A/N: For disability pride month this year, I wanted to incorporate guide dogs since there’s a lack of blind content in the LOTR/Silm fandoms.

Summary: Glorfindel decides to try working with his blind SO’s guide dog for a day.

You smiled as you felt the warm Imladris breeze hit your face, strands of your long hair brushing the tips of your pointed ears as it too was rustled by the Summer afternoon. The steady pull of the harness handle held in your left hand guided you confidently through the garden pathways. You’d gone out to collect a basket full of the first strawberry bloom of the season with the intention of sharing them with your love after dinner that night. A cold nose nuzzling your upper thigh and the abrupt stop let you know that you had approached one of the many spiral staircases of the city. Your companion, a golden retriever Glorfindel had so lovingly named Pilot, wagged her fluffy tail as she placed her front paws on the first step, asking if you’d like to go up.

“Good girl.” You coo, reaching into your pocket and rewarding her with a small treat. “Forward.”

Pilot began her climb in measured steps, walking slightly in front of you so as to allow you to feel each step as she took it. She was always very good about keeping you away from trip hazards and the other elves grew used to giving the two of you a wide berth as you weaved through a crowd, lest they get nudged aside by her nose for standing in the way. You could still remember the day Glorfindel had first placed the warm, squirming puppy in your arms after returning from a mission in one of the nearby human settlements. He’d purchased her from a tradesman there upon learning that humans trained dogs to act as eyes for their blind counterparts. Though he held a firm belief in your abilities to travel independently, he couldn’t help but worry about your safety when he had to go away. Besides, if he could provide a way to make your life easier, he saw no reason not to act on it. He hired a human trainer to reside in Imladris for two years where they’d work alongside you and Pilot everyday until she learned to be your efficient eyes.

You reached down to pat her chest as you reached the top of the stares. The two of you had graduated from bootcamp this day, and you were eager to return to your room and tell Glorfindel.

“Left.” You instructed Pilot as you reached a fork in the hallway. Though you didn’t really need to; she’d memorized this route long ago, and she knew dinner awaited her in your chamber.

You heard the skitter of Pilot’s claws clamber across the hardwood floor as soon as you removed the harness.

“Oh yes, hi! You're so excited! Hi baby!” Came Glorfindel’s cheery voice as he pet Pilot, the dog circling him and whining excitedly as she pawed at his robes.

The ellon laughed as she licked his cheek. “Thank you for the kisses, sweet one.”

The next thing you knew, strong arms were wrapped around you and pulling you into a solid chest. “And you, meleth nin, how was your day?”

You sighed in bliss and learned into his lips as he kissed you. “Mm. Better now that you’re here.”

You could hear the smile in his voice as he ran a hand up your back, the other reaching over to relieve you of the heavy basket. “Went berry picking? You know these are my favorite.”

“Aye. I believe a celebration is in order.”

Glorfindel looked intrigued. “What are we celebrating, starlight?”

“Pilot was cleared in her training today.” You were quite thrilled by this, as your job as a musician regularly required you to travel to other realms during diplomatic meetings. And with another trip just one week away, you were excited to travel without the arm of an escort or your cane getting caught on a rock and snapping. “So she’ll be able to accompany me to Dale.”

“Congratulations to you both.” The Balrog slayer released you and gave Pilot a few affectionate pats on the head. “You two make a great team.”

You leaned in for another kiss. “That we do.”

Glorfindel caught you around the waist again, a mischievous note in his tone. “We’ve got a few hours until we have to show up for dinner…”

“Yes…” You smile, forced to pull apart sooner than you would have liked due to a soft knock on the door.

“Lindir.” You recognized his mannerisms immediately. “What can we do for you?”

“Forgive my intrusion, but we must go over some last minute accommodations for our visit to Dale.”

You give a slight bow. “Of course. I’ll meet you in the courtyard in a moment.”

Once the door is shut you turn back to Glorfindel. “You two can manage on your own for a while?”

He raised an eyebrow as he watched you unfold your long, white cane. “You’re not taking her with you?”

“Nay. She’s worked hard enough today. Besides, I shouldn’t be gone long.”

His eyes followed your retreating form and it wasn’t until you turned the corner that he shut the door to the room. The elf lord stoked the fire and opened up a book he’d been meaning to finish. Sprawling out on the large bed, he chuckled softly as Pilot rested her head on the edge of the mattress and fixed him with her pleasing brown eyes.

“Oh alright. Come on.” Glorfindel let her snuggle into his side and stroked her ears as his thoughts began to wander. So often he’d watched the two of you walk together, steps in sync like some highly trained soldiers. A perfect team. Often enough, he’d wondered what it would be like to spend a day in your position. The use of his eyes was vital to who he was, and you never ceased to amaze him with how well you got on without your own.

Besides, he was putting a lot of faith in this dog. She was well trained and adorable, of that he was sure, but your safety was never a concept he took lightly. He glanced around the room, his eyes falling on the harness handing on a hook by the door.

“Hmm…”

XXX

Marchwarden Rúmil of Lothlorien was currently lounging on wide, flat rock soaking up the sun and sketching the surrounding meadow in his journal. The past few weeks had been filled with an influx of duties, him barely receiving any time off between his usual border shifts and being sent to escort Lady Celebrian back home. And now, at Elrond’s behest that he stay and assist in training new Imladris border guards, it could be months before he got repreeve. Which is why it was very hard for the ellon to maintain a friendly air with Glorfindel when he came barging in on his solitude.

“Ah, mellon, I’ve been looking all over for you.”

Rúmil gave a huff of acknowledgment, not looking up from his drawing.

“Say.” The Balrog slayer continued. “Do you uh… have a spare blindfold I could borrow?”

At his request, Rúmil’s pen stilled on the paper, fixing Glorfindel with a sideways glance over his book. After a moment of carful thought, he finally spoke up. “I did not think it necessary since they can’t…”

“No, no. Not for them. For me!” Glorfindel couldn’t hold back his laughter at Rúmil’s confused expression. “Look, do you have one or not?”

“Let me check my pack.” Rúmil began rifling through his things, finally producing a heavy duty blindfold. All Wardens carried one as it was protocol to shield the route to Caras Galadhon from the eyes of non-elvish visitors. “But, what do you need it for?”

“Come. I’ll show you.”

XXX

Glorfindel had cleared out one of the archery fields and built a pretty impressive obstacle course in its wake. Five empty wine barrels, pull up bars set about chin height, arrow targets, and finally a set of stairs on either side of an above ground pool with a wide wooden plank bridging across the water for Pilot to guide him through.

“Marchwarden, this is Pilot, my love’s guide dog. I must test her prowess to ensure that she is capable of assuring their safety.”

“This is going to be an interesting incident report to write up to Haldir.” Rúmil muttered into his palm, watching Glorfindel nervously as he harnessed the dog and tied the blindfold over his eyes. Pilot looked up at him curiously, knowing that he was not her usual handler.

Now then, he’d seen you work her many times before, but failed to remember the commands you’d use.

Where are the reigns on this thing?

Suddenly, it came to him. “Ah yes. Forward!”

And with that, they were off. Putting his full trust in an animal was a new feeling for Glorfindel, though not an unpleasant one as she artfully wove them through the barrels and targets in their path. “Well done! Very nice!”

He flinched, expecting to feel one of the bars smack him in the head, but Pilot stopped him in time and led them around those too.

Glorfindel smiled, picking up his strides and pulling on the handle, urging the dog to go faster. “Let’s finish off strong, yes?”

They ascended the first set of steps and the ellon felt the wood creek slightly under his feet, indicating thru were going over the shallow water below.

So eager was he to finish the course that he missed Pilot’s cue that they had approached the second set of stairs…

CRASH!

XXX

You yawned and stretched your back. That meeting with Lindir had run much longer than you’d expected, and now you were pressed for time to get Glorfindel for dinner.

That was, until you were stopped by Rúmil in the hallway.

“Looking for Glorfinfel, I take it?”

You blushed, slightly embarrassed about how late you were going to be. “Yes. Is he already at dinner?”

“Well, actually…”

You couldn’t believe your ears as you heard the story of what had happened on the way to the infirmary.

“Rúmil, you were supposed to watch him! He what? He fell down the stairs?”

“Lord Elrond says he’ll be alright.”

When you entered the infirmary, you stroked Pilot’s head as she sprang up to greet you, Glorfinfel groaning dramaticley as he lay on a bed with his arm wrapped.

“I don’t know. I think she needs more training.”

You chuckle and sit beside him, leaning over to kiss his forehead. “I think you need more training.”

Tag list: @creativity-of-death @glassgulls

[aspendragon]

Fernweh Ch 13 is up!

FERNWEH CH 13 Following the Trail is up!

Start at the beginning!

Fernweh (FEIRN-veyh): "An ache to get away and travel to a distant place, a feeling even stronger than wanderlust."

Leigh Anne, by all means is an introvert, is fed up with her 8-5 job, paying bills and being lonely so making the impulsive decision to fly to Germany for a year caught everyone, including herself, off guard. It started off well enough, until she accepted an invite from a new friend to stay in her parents' clock workshop on the outskirts of the Black Forest. There Leigh Anne discovers a mysterious silver horse in the woods, experiences a flight of terror through the trees and crashes headlong into a world not her own.

In Middle Earth a malicious strain of monsters is breeding in the darkest parts of the forest. Haldir dreads the news of missing comrades and is more wary of strange non-elves than ever. However Leigh Anne, a very strange human of a very strange land, may be of assistance for not just anyone can ride a Mearas.

PART 1 | COMPLETE --- PART 2 | IN PROGRESS --- PART 3 | IN PROGRESS --- Thank you to all my readers and their kind comments!

[errruvande]

LOTR/Hobbit masterlist

Haldir

Toys (Haldir x Fem!Reader) {prompt: domestic bliss/ a day in the life} Choosing a toy for Haldir’s and yours upcoming baby

Unfairness (Haldir x Reader) {prompt: someone’s jealous} Haldir comforting you when you’re jelaous of all the rangers, cause you can’t be one

Hunter (Haldir x Reader) {prompt: injury + angst} Hladir’d gone hunting and met a pack of orcs

The love letter (Haldir x Reader) {prompt: teaching/ learning a skill} You’re learning Tengwar to write something personal

Cunning plan (Haldir x reader) {prompt: unrequited love} The story of how Haldir fell in love with you

The roof (Haldir x Reader) {prompt: there’s only one bed} Haldir gave you a comfort sleep after a huge celebration in Caras Galadhon

A lovely walk (Haldir x Reader) {prompt: friends have bets on how long it will take the ship to get together} Haldir has a crush on you, but Rumil and Orophin had knew something Haldir did not know, so they made a bet on you

Well-deserved rest (Haldir x Reader) Haldir is back home from his two months long watch and he’s tired to the bones

Transition (Haldir x Reader) Haldir has found his way to meet Y/N after your long passed death

Legolas

imagine 1 - Legolas noticed someone is trying to hunt down an animal from Middle Earth Ted List

gif set - mirkwood bow and the bow of the Galadhrim

Night Watch (Legolas x Reader) request: “hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore”

Anyuone but you (Legolas x F!reader) Legolas comforted you, by telling you that he wants to be with you no matter what

Thranduil

Thranduil’s wife headcanon - more about her social role as a Queen of Mirkwood

Eomer

Matchmakers (Eomer x ng!Reader)

{ Reguest: Anon. Hi! Can i ask for one with eomer where he is trying to confess his feeling(i need shy eomer in my life ok) and his friends tease him about it? Fluff and kisses in the end? Thanks}

The Blood on My Hands (Eomer x Reader) Summary: During the Battle of the Pelennor Fields, some enemies made Èomer vanishes into the void of his own mind.

Boromir

One messy night (Drunk!Boromir x Reader)Summary:  A drunk Boromir, asking you to merry him

Being in relationship with Boromir headcanon 

Faramir

Home - Denethor is the cruelest and heartless person ever crossed your path. Your love for your husband led you to the deadly troubles.  1

Pippin

Mysterious dust (Pippin x Hobbit!Fem!Reader)

Summary: Pippin forced you to join Merry and him in their experiment which leads you to injury

Thorin

Love Hurts (Thorin x Reader) [The 2nd day of Armitage Summer Splash]

The Broken King (Thorin, Kili & Fili) [The 4th day of Armitage Summer Splash]

Other stuff

Anchoring series masterlist (multi character, each character has its own chapter)

[xmarchwarden-of-lothlorienx]

Take a Break

Haldir x gn!half-elven!reader

Summary: As a half-elven member of the Galadhrim you feel that you constantly have to prove yourself. Haldir comforts and reassures you.

Authors Note: Haldir won the vote!! I’m glad he won because we all need some Haldir in our lives <3

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The cool night air was biting as it nipped at your exposed skin. You were a half-elf, but your elven lineage did not protect you from the harsh temperature. You wrapped your cloak around yourself, trying to keep in any heat you could. Turning your focus back to the forest, you continued your watch.

The sounds of your fellow Galadhrim laughing as they sat around the warm fire made you long to join them. Technically, your watch was over. You could return to camp and another elf would take your place. No, you remembered. The others could easily stand watch all night. If they must do it, so could you.

From across the camp, Haldir watched as you attempted to block out the cold. Your watch had ended well over an hour ago. He stood and walked towards you.

“(Y/N),” he said, now by your side. “Allow me to relieve you from your watch.” Haldir noticed you shift your weight from one foot to the other.

“Thank you, Haldir, but I’m fine.” You didn’t meet his eyes as you replied. The marchwarden was kind to you, but that didn’t make him any less intimidating. One wrong move and you were afraid he would dismiss you.

“I can see that you’re cold, (Y/N). It is my duty as marchwarden to ensure the health and safety of the people of Lothlorien,” he paused. “And that includes you.”

“Haldir, I promise. I’ll be ok.” You sighed, turning away from him. You expected him to leave, but he didn’t.

“You don’t have to push yourself so hard, you know,” he said quietly. “You’ve proven yourself time and again to everyone.”

“I don’t want the others to think I’m weak,” you admitted. If you had been facing Haldir you would have seen the sympathetic look upon his face. “Especially you.” It was barely above a whisper, but Haldir heard. He placed a hand on your shoulder and gently turned you so you were facing him.

“(Y/N),” he started. “I could never think of you as weak. It saddens me to hear you say such things. I care for you more than-“ Haldir cut himself off. You noticed the red now tinting his face. “Forgive me. I’ve said too much.”

You slowly looked up and met his gaze. “Do you mean it? Truly?”

“I-Yes. I-I do,” he mumbled nervously. “It is not my place as marchwarden to have such feelings for one of my soldiers, but I’ve come to admire you.” He placed his hand on the side of your face, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb. “Your ambition. Your strength.”

At his words, you felt your face become heated. “Thank you, Haldir. I’ve...come to admire you as well.” You felt his hand fall away from your face. He now extended it for you to take.

“Does this mean you’ve finished your watch then?” You noticed the quirk of his mouth, ever so hinting of his smile.

“Yes,” you replied, taking his hand.

When you were seated around the fire, you joined the others in laughing as Rumil let out a dramatic groan when Haldir told him to take watch.

“I took watch last night! It should be Orophins turn!”

“Rumil!” Haldir gave his brother a look. As Rumil left to take your place, you and Haldir shared a look and began laughing. Once your giggles died down, you felt Haldir place an arm around your shoulders. He felt you stiffen at the display of affection. “Is this ok?” He asked.

“Yes,” you answered. “It’s more than ok,” you said as you leaned your head against his shoulder.

Oh, you could get used to this.

Tags: @themerriweathermage

[mrsmidnight15]

Imagine being young compared to Haldir and courting him. His brothers constantly make jokes about him being an old elf and jokingly asking you to court them instead.

[7soulstars]

hello love 💕 sorry i've been away.. i'm afraid im not getting any better.. and i'll have to go through a surgery next week 😢 i thought of requesting something cause i missed your writing so much.. if you don't mind of course .maybe a fluffy oneshot with thranduil or haldir comforting sick y/n with cuddles & kisses 🙈 *though id prefer getting cuddles from you* *cough cough*😁

Hi babe! I wish I was there to hug you😞. Best of luck for your surgery! I'm glad my writing is helping you ! I'm sorry it took a while I was travelling across the country with zero wifi *and it sucked! *. I wrote one on Haldir cuz I'm also currently writing a Thranduil fic req too! I love you so much I hope you become better soon! And I really hope you like this fic! 🥰🥰

In Sickness and Health

Pairing: Haldir x Reader

Warnings: Too much fluff??

Summary: Y/N is sick and Haldir refuses to give anything but the best to his wife.

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Elves do not get sick. It was common knowledge among every single person in middle earth. So when his wife sniffles and moves very tiresomely, Haldir is stuck between two possible thoughts, she's either being too lazy or she is dying. And Haldir being Haldir , believed it to be the latter. So the very next moment there is Galadriel and Celborn, Rumil and Orophin rushing in after your husband who barges into the two of you's house.

"Y/N/N ARE YOU DYING!? WHAT HAPPENED!?", Rumil screamed dramatically.

It amused you but you really weren't in a situation to laugh as it came out as a sneeze making you shake violently.

Your husband tensed as he stalked towards you worryingly. Galadriel and Celeborn laughed softly at the scene as the other three elves looked at them puzzled.

Galadriel smiled, "Haldir, I do understand you are highly worried about your wife but she's simply sick. We do not go through it but it's common for other beings.I do hope I am right Lady Y/N".

"Ye, is jus col' an cof' ", you mumbled incoherently and you felt another sneeze wracking through your body making you groan in irritation and pain. "Lady Y/N please lay down and rest. I shall go find a healing spell for you among the library books.", said Celeborn as he ushered you to bed. Haldir was like a son to the Lord and Lady of Lothlórien and you, like their daughter in law. " Nu tis' fin' ill be betta' by tomowow' ", you coughed.

Everyone except your husband nodded understandably but you were still skeptical considered how you saw them walking away through your window in a cluster as they argued over something.

You sighed chuckling as you turned to look at your husband who stood towering you with a frown on his face. Making you cough and laugh all together. “Meleth nin do not laugh unless you wish to hurt yourself more!" He scolded as he piled up blankets over your shivering form. You looked so delicate in the eyes of your marchwarden as if you were a cracked egg and if you were hindered with,you’d break even more. He felt really bad for you as he saw you burying yourself more into the bed and he was mad at himself for being helpless.

With a ‘I’ll be back’ he rushed out of the house leaving you to yourself with a sad frown on your face.

An hour later he was back, with a huge basket of what looked like groceries, and without looking at you he made a bee line straight to the kitchen making you think that he was mad at you for being sick.

Just as your bed ridden self was about to fall asleep, your husband entered the room with what looked like a cauldron of porridge. Haldir couldn’t cook. He wouldn’t be able to even if his life was on the line. So when you saw him pouring the weird blackish looking mass into a bowl proudly, your heart melted into a puddle though you were terrified in the back of your mind. What shocked you even more was the fact that he himself was feeding you instead of making you eat it yourself. It was unusual for him. You didn’t mind it. You knew that was just how he was.But his behaviour towards you was really making you fall in love with him even more. So much that you ate two bowls of that vomit inducing porridge he made for you, his beloved.

He got up so as to leave and fetch some water but a weak tugging on his tunic stopped him dead on his tracks. “Don’ go”, you managed to croak out as you patted the empty space beside you on the bed. Haldir looked at you with the most heartbroken face as he scurried to lay beside you. Usually he would get flustered. But not today, not when you were asking him like that. 

“Meleth nin !?”,he sputtered as you flopped your head on his chest, arms clinging to his neck. You gave him the best baby eyes you could making him sigh as he obliged by sliding his arms around your waist pulling you closer. He could feel how your chest was heaving rapidly in a poor attempt to breathe or how there were eyebags under your beautiful eyes and how your gripping his tunic unconciously. He couldn’t help but kiss you on the forehead as he held you tighter as if you would go away. You could sense him being worried so you did what you had to do.

“Haldir..”

“Yes ?”

“I love you.”

As you expected, his grip loosened for a second before tightening again. You rarely said those precious words to each other because they were really important to the two of you. You cherished it more than anything.

“I love you too.”

It almost went unheard but it did put the biggest and stupidest smile on your face. Before you even realized, you were asleep and unbeknownst to you Haldir did what he always did when you slept. He peppered loving kisses on your face and said sweet nothings that he was too afraid to tell you right in your face.

--Time Skip--

“Y/N/N we brought you some medic-” 

“SHHH”

“OH-”, Rumil stood looking at the scene in front of him. Y/N on the bed awake with a sleeping Haldir latched to her waist. 

They really meant it when they said in sickness and health.

----The End----

There ya go my lovely darling! I know it's short but I really really hope you like it! Feedback is always appreciated ! I hope your surgery goes well and that you have a super speedy recovery! Lot's of love and kisses! 😘😘

~Love, Hri