#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.”

XXX

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. 

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When you wish upon a star while Stargazing

Summery: Haldir walks in on the reader stargazing and decides to join them, and a confession is told.

Pairing: Haldir x Reader

Disclamer: I couldn't find much out about the constellations of middle earth so it may have some inaccurate facts in this.

taglist: @eunoiaastralwings (LOOK I FINALLY CAME UP WITH A HALDIR IDEA ON MY OWN :) YAYAYAYAY)

Haldir hmmed as he got to a clearing in the forest he paused as he saw you leaned against a tree and looking to the sky.

"It is a nice night tonight" Haldir said making his present known, he was right, it was a warm night and the sky was clear perfect for star gazing, you hmmed in agreement.

"Join me" You said to him, he had walked all this way here you were not going to make him walk all the way back having just got here and Haldir knew that so he sat besides you and leaned his back on the tree.

You both sat in silence enjoying the peace mixed the the occasional sound of the crickets, Haldir soon remembered you had a special interest in stars, he had never paid much mind to them whereas you had studied them extensively, you have travelled to every corner of middle earth just to study the ones in the sky which you could not see from other places, until you eventually settled in Lothlórein as you said it had your favourite stars although you did talk about a lot of the ones in Imladris.

"Whats that star" Haldir questioned you turned your head to him and then in the direction he was pointing you smiled

"That star is part of that constellation, which makes Soronúmë, or the eagle of the west although it is considerably east, but it travels across the sky I saw it in Imladris when I visited once, Varda created it before the awakening of the Elves, and it is always facing to the west although above Gondor it has the illusion it is facing eastwards" You carried on talking about the constellation before pointing out others to Haldir, he glance to you, a small smile crept onto his face as he watched you talk, the stars gave you an enchanted glow to you as if you were made of starlight yourself.

"Haldir look a shooting star, make a wish" You said pointing to a moving star

"What" Haldir questioned

"It's a tradition within the race of men to wish on a shooting star, of course it is ludicrous but it's sweet and has grown on me, they also say it's bad luck to say your wish out loud" You said as Haldir watched the star.

He did humour you however by wishing on the star that one day you would become his.

"What did you wish for" You questioned

"It's bad luck to say your wish aloud" Haldir said back to you making you laugh you threw your head back laughing, Haldir's smile grew.

You sighed smiling at Haldir as you leaned back on the tree, "it's only a superstition of man" you said

"And yet you brought it up" Haldir said as he looked at you, you smiled back at him subconsciously letting your head rest on his shoulder, you ignored him stiffing at the contact your hand brushed over his.

"I'll tell you my wish" you said to him, Haldir hmmed as you nudged him.

"I thought that was bad luck, or at least to the race of men" Haldir said with a laugh, you had never seen or heard him laugh before, he was always so stoic and aloof, distancing himself from everyone, maybe it was because of a sense of rank or he just wasn't comfortable with large social interactions.

You liked his laugh it was deep and melodious, it was perfect just like everything about him, but now looking back on it, Haldir had never been as stoic or aloof around you, his brothers teased that he liked you but you never believed them but now you though deeper into things, maybe they were right, he always went out of his way to help you, he showed you a side he didn't show to anyone not even his brothers, this side him laughing and smiling like this and taking things so light heartedly was for your eyes only, you had never seen him act like this with anyone else.

"You seem distracted are you alright" Haldir asked tilting his head in concern, you really did enjoy your private moments with the Marchwarden even if they were rare.

The reflections of the stars on his hair and cloths gave him an ethereal, a strand of hair had dropped from were it was tucked behind his ear, you reached your hand out to tuck it back, only coming to your senses again when Haldir took your wrist, you sighed, your intent to touch his hair was clear to see and even touching an elf hair was an intermate act.

"I'm sorry" you said looking away from him, he probably didn't like you, his brothers just got your hopes up, you remembered what they had said to you when you had come around to give Rúmil back the Quiver you had fixed for him, ever since you had settled in Caras Galadhon you had became the master-craftsman, as the last one returned to Imladris as his wife was giving birth.

"Y/N, hello, what can we do for you, are you looking for Haldir" Orophin had said as you walked down the path to their Talan he was sitting on the wooden rail of the porch, Rúmil was however sharpening his sword sitting on the step.

"No, I am not Orophin, I have came to return Rúmil, his Quiver, as I have fixed it for him" you returned as you pulled the new quiver out of the cloth you used to carry it there.

"Amazing Craftsmanship as usual Y/n, you really would think you are from the line of Fëanor with this, but you never do house visits are you sure you don't want to catch Haldir's eye, I heavily regret to inform you Haldir is on patrol" Rúmil said

"I was not, I was coming to tell you to stop being so reckless and then I wouldn't have to repair your equipment unless you break it just to tease about your elder brother, and I assure you I am not in any shape or form related to Fëanor" You returned to the Ellon who had taken the quiver from you his twin snickered in the background, you had somewhat lied, you kinda where related to him due to your father Lord Elrond, but no one apart from your grandparents here knew that.

"Come on Y/n, Haldir loves seeing you, he is utterly in love with you, Compare how he acts when you are around to when you are not together " Orophin said Rúmil nodded in agreement with his twin

They wouldn't pull that sick of a prank right, they pulled pranks but they wouldn't tease your feelings would they, you felt a hand on your cheek.

"Y/n were you listening to me" Haldir questioned you looked to him.

"I'm sorry what did you say" you asked Haldir let out a nervous laugh and removed his hand and shuffled back.

"It was nothing, it doesn't matter" Haldir said rubbing his neck awkwardly, he stood up.

"It's getting Late, and I have Patrol early tomorrow, may I walk you home" Haldir asked holding out his hand, you took one last look at the sky to see grey clouds were covering the stars, you took his hand and stood with his assistance, and you both started walking back through the trees and to the path, not many people knew of that spot, you had found it when you were out for a walk lost in your mind and Haldir after much searching due to Lord Celeborn wanting you had found you.

As you reached the path the Valar had not answered your prayers and it started raining almost in mourning you both had ignored each others moves and been so oblivious, Haldir cast his cloak over your head without a word, you looked up to him and smiled.

"Thank you but you shouldn't" you said pushing his hand away from holding his cloak up to keep you dry, the small shower soon turned into downpour and you and Haldir ended up running to his Talan as it was closer and he wasn't going to let you make a break for yours, his was on the outer edge of the city near your spot and yours was close to Lady Galadriel's and Lord Celeborn's halls.

"Rúmil and Orophin are on patrol until the day after tomorrow" Haldir said, great it was just you and him, you almost wished the twins were here so it would be less awkward.

"I feel bad for them having to stay out in this weather" you said looking outside were the few remaining elves were running to cover.

"They probably deserve it" Haldir said with a supressed laugh, they had been teasing him constantly ever since he missed your visit about how he liked you and how you liked him back. Haldir squeezed the water out of his soaked hair, and disapped upstairs after putting on the fire, he came back down changed and with a spare pair of cloths which he handed to you.

"Second room on the left upstairs you can change there I left a towel there for you" Haldir said you did so, the clothes where big on you, you were quite close to the twins builds that this wouldn't be so much of a problem however this was not there clothes, you walked back down stairs.

"Thank you" You said as Haldir wordlessly took your clothes and hung them up next to the fire so they could dry, you sat one one of the seats close to it and held your knees close to your chest resting your head on them.

Haldir cleared his throat to clear the awkward silence "I- about earlier" Haldir started

"I'm sorry I didn't pay attention to you, I was lost in though" You said

"I- it actually does matter at least to me" Haldir said

"I'm listening now" You said

"I can't speak for you, but i enjoy the time we spend together, I am Thankful my brothers have not turned you away, with the amount of time we have spent together, I have enjoyed your company immensely, it took a few hundred years to realise I like you more than a friend, I really like you a lot, you have somehow been able to knock down any wall I have put up or tried to put up, you are always so kind to everyone you meet, you have skills I envy deeply, what I am attempting to tell you is" Haldir paused and finished his walk over to you he knelt Infront of you taking your hand and stoking the back of it subconsciously with his thumb.

"Gi Melin Ithildin-nin" Haldir said, he searched your eyes for signs you would reject him.

"Oh Haldir" You said with a long sigh, Haldir looked down as if your tone had already rejected him

"You do not know how long I have longed to hear those words uttered from your mouth" you said breathlessly, Haldir looked up at you his eyes questioning if he heard you correctly

"Meleth" Haldir breathed in relief, wrapping his hands around your waisted and burying his head in your neck as your arms wrapped around his laughing.

"Will you court me ithildin nin" Haldir questioned

"Of course" you replied his breath tickled against your neck, he came to look you in your eyes, you in response cupped his cheeks in your hands and pulled him in for a kiss, he pulled you into his lap in a hug.

"Guess that superstation of man works" Haldir said making you raise an eyebrow

"I wished that you would become mine" Haldir said

"Maybe it works for Elves" you said

You both eventually fell asleep in the embrace of one another, neither of you heard the door open or the two very noisy brothers walk in

"SHHH" Orophin said to his twin before pointing to you and Haldir asleep in the chair wrapped up in one another, Rúmil took a blanket and pulled it over you both.

"Looks like a lot happened when we where gone" Orophin said, The morning soon came and the twins had hurried out before you and Haldir woke after tidying their mess and folding your now cleaned clothes on the other chair Haldir was the first to awaken he soon realised he had slept in and missed his patrol or his patrol was waiting for him.

"Meleth nin please wake up I need to go" Haldir said you groaned in your sleep clutching onto his shirt tighter, but eventually stirred awake.

"It wasn't this clean when we went to sleep" You said

"I suspect my Brothers got back early and did this" Haldir said as you let him get up, you kissed him before you let him leave.

"Gi Melin, Meleth nin" You said as you hooked his cloak into place as he stood on the doorstep

"Gi Melin Ana" Haldir said turning and kissing you on the forehead.

Maybe wishes on stars do come true.

Elvish Translation:

Gi melin - I love you

Ana - to

Meleth nin - my love

Ithildin nin - my starlight

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[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.

[lilyofthesword-writes]

Perceptive Yet Dense

Request by @lespaceboi

Pairing: Haldir x Elf!Reader

Word count: 2,057

Warnings/Disclaimers: Be prepared for angst to fluff.

A/N: I had so much fun writing this one! It was a good break from the new chapter of Impossibly Redeemable that I’ve been sitting on. Hope everyone enjoys!

“Rúmil, this is not a good idea,” Orophin chided softly next to his younger brother’s ear.

“I do not know what you speak of,” Rúmil grinned, chancing a glance at Haldir across the training field. With a gulp, his smirk faltered for a split second as he continued, “I am merely showing our friend a bit of archery.”

Said eldest brother and Marchwarden proceeded to watch through his peripherals as he attempted to train with the others in his squad. Anyone viewing the scene would have thought he paid little mind to his siblings and their mutual friend, but the brothers knew better. They could practically feel him seething under his practiced, stern facade.

He was turned in such a way that he could still aim and keep tabs on the three of you. Then, Rúmil placed a hand on the middle of your back to guide your stance. You did not so much as flinch at the contact. Haldir’s arrow missed the bullseye.

The hushed silence that followed was enough for everyone on the field to take notice, including you and the brothers. A rare few could remember when Haldir had actually missed his intended target - moments in his youth, moments of distractions. As though he could make up for what was clearly an embarrassing mistake, the Marchwarden notched three arrows, blocking out the world around him as set his sights, and let them loose. None missed their mark.

Though not completely satisfied, he turned his back to you, Orophin and Rúmil and left the field. The accustomed training sounds only resumed when he was out of sight.

“What was that about?” you asked cautiously as if speaking would summon the return of the awkward silence. “Is Haldir well?”

Orophin cleared his throat before turning his attention back to you with a reassuring smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yes, I’m sure it was nothing. However, I believe it would be best to resume your lessons at a later date.”

Meanwhile, Rúmil was still staring at the vacant spot Haldir left behind, a look of half bewilderment and half elation on his face.

“Right, brother?” Orophin nudged his sibling.

“Oh, y-yes!” Rúmil shot you a charming yet mischievous smirk. “Perhaps in a couple of days, Mellon nin!”

You crossed your arms and stared him down. The youngest brother did his best to hide the shudder your piercing glare sent down his spine.

“Whatever you are up to, I suggest it end now,” you huffed before spinning on your heel to exit.

Haldir wasn’t paying attention to where he was going. He just let his feet carry him, only halting when he realized he stood in front of his favorite tree, his home away from home.

He swung himself up high into the branches, barely wasting any effort or time to reach his comfortable vantage point. It was then he realized just how long it had been since his last visit.

Not too long after their parents left for the Undying Lands and Haldir was left to raise his younger brothers, he found himself up here at least once a week. Then, you came along. You were right in between Orophin and Rúmil age-wise and managed to sew yourself into their lives, filling a void Haldir had not noticed before.

At first, he was not sure what to make of you. Despite the little time you had spent alive compared to him, you were less of a younger sibling and more of a secondary caretaker. He had lost count of all the times you were able to wrangle in Rúmil or reroute his attention where he would cause less of a headache while also having enough of your own fiery spark to keep Orophin from being as timid as he used to be. You were extraordinary.

As you all matured, the role of caretaker melted away to where Haldir just saw you - the kindness to rival Orophin, the intellect to out wit Rúmil, the smile that dusted his cheeks pink and bloomed butterflies in his stomach. He knew he was a goner when he finally realized this. Yet he kept himself in check whenever you were around. You would never see him as anything more than an older brother, and today only solidified that notion.

Settled on the familiar branch, a rough sigh left Haldir’s throat. The surge he had felt in his chest when Rúmil was guiding you during that impromptu archery lesson… Then, there was your lack of a reaction like the action was completely normal. What little hope he had was sufficiently-

“Haldir? What are you doing up there?”

“I am resting,” he spoke softly, the stammer threatening his words successfully hidden.

Your laugh, though more of an amused huff, graced his ears. “I see. May I join you?”

Not trusting his voice, he motioned you up with a wave of his hand. With the grace of a feline, you traversed up the tree until you reached his branch and sat down next to him. You were so close, legs mere inches apart. Could you hear how fast his heart was beating in his chest?

You let the calm of the late afternoon soak into your senses, allowing you two to just exist for this moment in time. The light breeze flitted around you, Haldir’s overactive heart returning to normal or as close to normal as it could when you were around.

“Just like old times,” you hummed softly.

Haldir merely nodded in response.

You shifted on the branch, turning yourself to face him better. “Haldir… What happened on the field earlier?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly. “I do not know what you mean.”

“Really?” you teased. “I have not seen you that upset since Rúmil dyed your favorite cloak scarlet.”

The corner of his lips quirked up into a smile. “That was quite frustrating at the time.”

“All he wanted was your attention,” you grinned back.

“Yes, and I still remember what you said to me in that moment. ‘Don’t worry! You’ll be able to wear it when you become a Marchwarden.’” That had been the line to quell his fury.

His eyes softened when he saw the flash of surprise in yours. As per usual, you recovered quickly, your smile ever wider. “Now, do not act as though I have not caught you wearing that cloak instead of your official one at the ceremonies.”

“Only you and my brothers would ever notice.”

“Oh, I’m fairly certain Lady Galadriel knows but will not speak of it.”

Haldir stiffened at that. Had he unknowingly offended the lady of the wood? “And what would make you say that?”

You leaned against his arm with a conspiratorial smirk on your lips. Even with the barrier of the soft, Elven fabric, the touch set his skin ablaze. “There always seems to be an extra sparkle in her eyes when you wear that cloak in her presence.”

“Then, I suppose I will need to pay closer attention next time,” he chuckled. “Though I do suspect you are merely attempting to get a rise out of me.”

“Who? Me?” You raise a hand to your chest in mock offense. “I would never!”

The laugh that left the Marchwarden was more dour this time. “I have my doubts. Sometimes you and Rúmil are too much alike.”

That was when the quietness of nature leeched its way into the conversation, causing a deep frown on your face. Did you realize how much it pained him to see you and his youngest brother together?

“Haldir,” you started cautiously. “I know Rúmil has been up to something as of late, though I am not sure what. Is that what had you so upset earlier?”

His gaze landed on his lap. “I- You really know Rúmil well.”

“I know all of you well,” you tried to stop him.

“Yes, but you know him particularly well.” He swallowed down the hard lump in his throat. “It is a good match.”

He felt you lean around him to get a better glimpse of his somber face.

“Haldir… I am not sure I understand…”

He tilted his head just enough to give you the most depressing smile you had ever seen. “You two will be happy together.”

Your mouth fell agape in shock before you suddenly bit your bottom lip, failing to prevent the smile tugging on your mouth. “Now I see what that little goblin was doing…” you muttered with a shake of your head.

“I am sorry… It seems that it is I who misunderstands now.” Haldir furrowed his brow quizzically.

Clearing your throat to stifle the giggle bubbling within you, you began again. “Haldir, I do love your brother, yes, but not in the way you seem to think. He is a sibling to me. Nothing more.”

A weight seemed to lift from the Marchwarden’s shoulders, and his breath came a bit easier.

“And besides, even if he did want something more between him and I, he knows my heart belongs to someone else.”

Had he not been focused on the tight pang in his chest, Haldir would have noticed your sly smirk that was pointed at him.

“Oh?” was the only sound that could escape his lips.

“Yes, and I believe you know him fairly well.”

“Do I, now?” He still couldn’t bring himself to look at you, knowing his heart would shatter upon meeting your eyes.

“Indeed you do,” you hummed and shimmied a hair closer to him. “He is well known throughout Caras Galadhon.”

By the Valar, what had he somehow managed to miss? Were you already courting someone in secret?

You continued as Haldir began to hang on your every word. “He has made quite a name for himself as a Marchwarden. One of the best, in fact.”

He met your gaze with an arched brow.

“He has two younger brothers, one kind and sweet while the other loves getting himself into trouble. He also has this lovely ruby cloak that he adores but will probably never admit to it.”

Hope rushed over him like a tsunami hitting the shore. Could you really be-

“And, being the best archer in the Golden Wood, is the only one I want to learn archery from,” you finished with a soft yet dazzling grin.

Before he could stop himself, he was cupping your cheek. Your skin was akin to silk. “You truly-”

“Yes, Haldir. For centuries now.”

“Why did you not speak sooner?” He was desperately attempting to keep himself reigned in. All he wanted was to hold you like he never had before.

“Because my thoughts were like yours - that you only viewed me as a sibling.” You brought yourself even closer, resting your forehead on his. “Your brother’s wicked little plot proved me wrong.”

“It seems he proved us both wrong, Meleth nin…” Haldir breathed before you two simultaneously closed the distance.

Rúmil cheered silently under the cover of neighboring trees and bushes with Orophin at his side.

“I told you this would work,” the youngest brother whisper-yelled.

Orophin just shook his head. “It did, yes, and it also almost ruined everything. Consider yourself lucky, brother.” He turned his attention to you and Haldir wrapped up in your confessions. “This is the happiest I have seen him in some time.”

“They have pined after each other practically since they first met. Of course, he is overjoyed!”

“Rúmil,” a deep voice from above interrupted, sending a shiver through the named sibling. Perhaps if they were quiet, Haldir would think no one was there. “Training field duty. Two months.”

He was about to scoff, shoot back a remark at the now sternly smirking Marchwarden staring in their direction, when Orophin’s hand met his shoulder with a wordless plea to be complacent. The punishment could always be worse.

“Orophin,” Haldir added, “As his accomplice, one month.”

With a huff, Orophin pulled his brother to his feet and led him back to the city. Despite their fates being sealed, Rúmil grinned stupidly the entire way back to the training field. It was when they stepped through the tree line that a frown smeared away his glee. So much work awaited then. All of the training equipment needing repair was laid out on the benches, including the archery targets.

[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--

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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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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.

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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.

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Scary Stories

Fotfictober Prompts: 7 - Scary Stories

Summary: Rúmil and Orophin start telling some scary stories around the campfire that there Patrol was camped around little did they know the story the told was true no it wasn't it was just you coming back from collecting fire wood deciding to scare them

Pairing(s): Haldir x Reader

Characters: Haldir, Reader, Rúmil, Orophin, Faelyn, Faeron, Valkor

You had gone off to collect some more firewood for the fire, your brother Faelyn and Haldir both advised against it, but you ignored them Rúmil and Orophin thought it was a good time to tell scary stories, given October had fallen already they thought it was the perfect time, the wood was dark save from the moonlight and there fire.

"As the tale goes, the wendigo was once a lost hunter. During a brutally cold winter, this man’s intense hunger drove him to cannibalism. After feasting on another human’s flesh, he transformed into a crazed man-beast, roaming the forest in search of more people to eat. or that is at least what my friend from the race of man says, The Fëanorian Faeron seems to fit it perfectly, the Lost prince of the Noldor is a wendigo" Rúmil said there was a deep gutturally animalistic scream, Rúmil jumped at it, making Faelyn laugh

"Are you scared of your own story" Faelyn said not noticing what was behind him, Rúmil screamed at the glowing red eyes and the dark mist coming from the creature, of course the creature was not real

you watched from a tree with Valkor and Faeron at Rúmil succumbing to Valkor's illusions of his Wendigo story

"It's real, it's real, can't you see it" Rúmil said pointing behind Faelyn Orophin, Haldir and Faelyn looked behind Faelyn to see nothing

"Nothing is there" Haldir said

"Your acting isn't convincing us of anything" Faelyn said, Valkor shared the illusion to orophin

"No he is right it is real" Orophin said watching the blood drip from the Wendigo's mouth

"No it isn't it is just a false tale from the race of men" Haldir said, you jumped the twins from behand

"RAWR" you yelled at them making them yell in fright they looked back to where the wendigo was to see nothing there.

"Thats not funny, Y/n, you shouldn't play a prank like that again" Rúmil said

"Says the one who does it even when asked to stop, don't be such a hypocrite Rúmil it was only a bit of fun" you said

"How did you even do that, it looked so realistic" Orophin said

"My Mellon Has the ability to cast illusions and dreams into some ones mind, all I had to do was Talk him and his boyfriend into scaring you, his boyfriend was the growl and scream you heard, and alas you had my girlish scream to convince you" You said laughing and Rúmil pushed you

"Your mean and cruel" Rúmil said

"I was just giving you a taste of your own medicine and cheering my friends up playing a childish prank like they used to do two birds one stone" You said

"It's Rúmil idea, all the pranks are his, he just drags me into them, why must you do it to me as well" Orophin said

"Stop lying, dumping those leaves on Y/n was your idea" Rúmil said the twins argued with eachother

"Worth it" you said sitting down besides haldir

"Did you really have to do that, now i have to deal with them" Haldir muttered to you

"Hey maybe they will stop and think the next time they prank one of us, or they will rope me into there pranks" You said placing a kiss on your lovers forehead, Haldir sighed as he rested his head on your shoulder, your brother was trying to stop the two from injuring each other, you stroked Haldir's hair and put it behind his ear

"You and Faelyn are twins right how come you never fight" Haldir said

"When a dark lord separates you, you truly realize how much the other means to you, I don't wish to harm him whenever we have an argument due to the fact he was taken and he doesn't wish to harm me with what happened there on accident" you said as you started to braid Haldir's hair while watching the three cause chaos

"We could try and sleep this away" Haldir said making you chuckle

"You are free to if you wish" You said.

Elvish Translation:

Mellon - Friend

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Next Caller Pt 36

*

Deeply in a sigh the same women listening to both your segment dripping with adoration from Frenn and Adrianna in a recounting of their honeymoon in a try to nudge Bunny closer to a willing to be wooed mood for the grumpy Dwarf King eyed Thorin while he brought out another tray of mugs after he had emptied the dirty bins into the back sink. A focused scowl still fixed in his face since he had gotten in making the middle woman mutter, “I do hate to see him so solemn.”

Her friend in her left said, “Even more so today.”

The one on the right said, “Hopefully his lover will be here soon, or perhaps show early.”

The middle one again sighed only to look absently to the door as the others followed Thorin’s now slightly startled gaze. Instantly he puffed up and the ladies said, “Ooh, who are they?”

In the back Legolas and Thranduil drew gasps making the one on the left, “The rival clan!”

That had the Elves subtly glancing their way then moving onwards to the counter with the additional trio of blondes in the mix. Legolas glances from them back to Thorin at his muttering, “Don’t mind them. All nonsense. How may I be of service.”

They all gave their orders then Echo stated, “And perhaps we might have a private conversation.”

Thorin looked him over asking while Dwalin gave them their change having come closer to be nosy. “Is this about our cohabitation papers?”

In a squeak one of the ladies squealed, “Cohab-!” The hands of her friends covered her mouth and the Elves glancing at her turned back at the apologetic grins from the pair keeping their friend quiet.

Thorin huffed, “Like I said, nonsense.”

Echo, “No, not entirely about that.”

Thorin said, “You’re welcome to come back to the office. Shouldn’t take long to brew up your drinks.” They nodded and followed Balin’s pointing hand wondering where else they would have sat in the silent shop listening in both to them and your show so diligently. For a few minutes they chatted among themselves then glanced up when Dwalin and Thorin came in with trays holding their orders and Thorin remained leaning against his desk as he was out of space to sit once the lanky men had all taken them up.

Glorfindel said, “Perhaps we best start here. There are certain aspects of Elven and Vanyar courting you are not aware of. Agreed?”

Thorin nodded, “Agreed.”

“Now, when an Elleth has taken a notice of someone that could be a suitor her Naneth begins a list of coincidences.” Thorin nodded again and he continued, “Now, once they reach our sacred number of twelve the pair are counted as Ones and fated to be.”

Thorin, “Makes sense.”

Echo, “Jaqi’s Naneth has been counting,”

Thorin anxiously asked, “How far have we gotten?”

Echo, “Fourteen, since the last shared discovery by Jewels that the mark on her back matched the creature you went to the festival as.”

Thorin’s heart skipped and he cleared his throat, “And, then she, her mother that is, is counting us as Ones?”

Thranduil, “A bit more than that. She has begun to craft the gown initiating the tasks to prepare for proposal.”

Thorin, “I am expected to propose then?” He asked flatly in shock.

Thranduil, “Not yet. The gown could take up to a year to craft, while your gift could take up to eight months as well, which is why we are here.”

Glori, “And why we have brought our friend Rumil, who is an expert in crafting proposal shawls.” Thorin glanced between the pair still a bit lost.

Rumil, “See, the shawl is from a sacred silk, which you would design, I would craft it as only certain Elves are allowed by the Valar to do so, and upon opening the safe case I will send it in you have 24 hours to propose while Jaqi is wearing the shawl.”

Thorin, “So by designing the shawl I am saying I will propose in eighth months? To the day?”

Orophin, “No, you are able to propose whenever you wish, if you wish to sooner or later. Merely once you open the case you have 24 hours to propose for either the first time or again.”

Thorin, “I don’t follow, if I may propose whenever-,”

Thranduil, “It is a tribute to our Vala Queen, the Weaver of the tapestries of our world. A very sacred right for Vanyar Elleths. To break this tradition once a shawl has been called for would cause their Fea to wither and perish.”

Thorin’s voice crackled weakly out in asking, “Fea, her soul would die?!”

Rumil, “Yes,” he replied flatly seeing now that Thorin’s heart was pounding and breath failing to remain steady. “Now it is a rather simple process please do not fret.” On his feet he drew out the packet from his bag and started to show him the materials, “Simply search inside you and choose the background you wish and the design with the tassels as the finishing touches and the rest is up to me until you should wish to propose traditionally for the full effect of the bond.”

Glorfindel spoke and drew Thorin’s gaze to him, “I should state, your kin express a wish to see you wed, this is merely a public stating that her kin wishes the same. A betrothal of sorts, not an engagement. All of this is at your pace so if you were to wish to wait years to court that is entirely up to you. You do wish to court her?”

Thorin rumbled back, “Be barking mad if I didn’t,” making the men smirk, “Jaqi is agreed to this? I wouldn’t wish to force this before-,”

Echo, “Her steps have been initiated, of which you cannot know until later. And the design today should not be spoken of as well. More special that way.”

Haldir, “And best gifted under starlight or moonlight. Since the moon is older and Queen Varda will be watching. Vanyar as so sacred to the Valar.”

Thranduil, “Hence the stricter marriage traditions.”

Thorin eyed the packet and said, “All I can picture is a sort of starry night with a blossoming pink and white cherry tree, and, indigo to white tassels?”

With a deepening grin the Elves knew just where you had drawn the image from and before he could question it Rumil clapped the packet shut and said, “Perfection. Do not be worried. Take your own pace and leave this in our hands.”

Though in his palm Echo turned over his cell phone he had just texted Jewels saying the total was now up to fifteen. Thranduil stated, “To sate your curiosity the only special actions for the remainder of your courtship, with the exception of holidays and such would be the private wedding.”

Haldir said, “Yes, our kin have a private service between the couple alone. Candles and chosen vows to complete the bond for the Valar. Following that you could always have another service for the Dwarven traditions, while the gown Jewels would prepare would be for the reception, where all your kin join together and the Bride’s gift is given and you perform the chosen song.”

Thorin, “I have to perform a song?”

Legolas, “Don’t worry, Cirdan will compose it, as her Ada it is his place to pass on his song for her to you. Essentially you are joining in on his clan’s song.”

Thorin nodded, “I see. Well there is no doubt we could have two receptions, or I could possibly speak with my elders on moving some of the rights into the ceremony, there is usually a dress worn by brides but mingled clans are more finely planned to handle. Then again we could always be counted as eloped and merely have the opening rites around her clan’s in the reception.”

Glorfindel chuckled, “For now, merely enjoy your first day at your new home.”

Thorin wet his lips and said, “Thank you, for informing me of this.”

Echo, “Well Jaqi is forbidden to and none who could possibly be or set be mingled in your clan could be informed of this and leaving a book in your path might not have worked to the full effect.”

Thorin chuckled, “No, I suppose not.”

With a smirk Thranduil asked, “Rival clan?”

Thorin rolled his eyes, “My life is a soap opera for the amusement of my customers now it seems.”

Legolas chuckled out, “I’ve worked in shops, sometimes you need some soap opera to get through.”

Thranduil, “Did you sleep well, you seem a bit tired.”

“Not really, they were painting the bridge I had to cross to get to the house and it took hours to cross it. Really pushed Jaqi’s day back no doubt making it harder on her. Accidentally ending up signing herself up for a roommate and then first day after little to no sleep for her I go and make her wait up most of it so I could even show up. Should have realized and sent her to bed when I got there.”

Orophin chortled out, “Oh that would have ended badly. Very badly.”

Haldir, “Meant to stay up and see through the full move.”

Thorin sighed, “Well new room should be plenty aired out when I get back, I can move Roac’s house into its place and I can make my bed and all that.”

Glori, “Aired out?”

Legolas, “Which room did you take over?”

Thorin shook his head, “Back room, one of the empty ones. I wouldn’t disturb the ones she’d already designed.”

Haldir, “Not to mention it’s one of the closest to her room unlike the others at the other end of the house.”

Thranduil chuckled glancing at the clock saying, “Well, we should head out and leave you to your entertaining, make certain Jaqi doesn’t run into us.”

Out they went thanking the guys for their tea with mugs added to the dirty mug bins while Thranduil stated, “We are not amused with your cohabitation without permission. You shall hear soon how to regain our favor.” His tone far too loud to have been serious, mainly for the audience around trying not to make it too obvious they were watching.

One of he women said, “I knew it!”

The left woman said, “He meant literal opposite ends of the tracks. Race tracks.”

Thorin lowly rumbled, “Thank you.”

Legolas threw him an ‘I’m watching you’ gesture then turned biting back his chuckle while the woman on the right said, “Finally made his move now the clans are bitterly against it.”

Thorin shook his head and turned for the counter to help Dwalin with the next order where at his lingering he said, “Apparently hearing about her mark and our being too mingled with coincidences to not be Ones her Amad is now making her wedding gown and they came to aid me with a proposal tradition that she is forbidden to share with me or any attached with our clan.”

Balin, “Nothing too troubling I hope?”

Thorin sighed, lowly adding, “Apparently I should use the item their experts are crafting for me. Should I break tradition or if any were to refuse to propose at this point, the Fea of the female withers and dies.” Dropping their jaws. “It is a fairly simple process, they craft it and I have eight months until it is ready and she has to be wearing it under starlight and moonlight when I propose or she withers and dies. But I can propose earlier or later, just even if I did it earlier I would have to do it again with the item to not anger the Valar.”

Dwalin, “This is common?”

“For Vanyar, Apparently the Valar treasure them above other Elves. Standards are higher. But their wedding services are between the couple only. They only have receptions publicly, so we might have to work ours into a sort of reception the day before or after so all rights are honored, perhaps the elders would not be irritated if we count it as eloped and focus on the party with demonstrations there.”

Balin nodded, “I am certain they would agree.”

Dwalin, “How terrifying, to be shunned or thwarted and you die unjustly.”

Thorin, “Well there’s no risk of that. I would never harm her.”

They both nodded, “Oh we know.”

Balin, “What is your plan today past finalizing your move now it is aired out?”

“Perhaps I will go blender shopping. Make a lunch to make up for yesterday.”

Dwalin, “Good idea.”

 *

Ten minutes to the end of your show you glanced at your phone on the desk noticing the warning that your battery was dying. Since the night Roac had stayed over on your nightstand you had noticed the foot print pressed into your screen and the shrinking charge life of your battery since he had slept on or landed on your phone. It wasn’t his fault, and no doubt one of the hundreds of times you might have knocked it off your former stack of books by your bed in your old loft worsening the behavior of your very old phone. Turning your focus from that you used the clock on the wall to finish up the show timing it to perfection until the closing music played.

With a huff you picked up your phone and shouldered your bag you added the empty mug to. Curiously Mal gathered BamBam and her own bag to meet you in the hall, “You ok? Didn’t sound like you messed up.”

Shaking your head you said, “Something wrong with my battery in my phone. It’s been acting up. Isn’t there a phone store around here?”

She nodded, “Yes, next to that little pink shop coated in poodles.”

“Ok, think I’ll head over there, hope it’s not too crowded.”

Mal, “I doubt it would be. Besides I think there’s a brass music class nearby, people tend to stay home through that.” She said walking with you to the lift where she asked noticing now that your phone was off, “Is that a foot print?”

“Ya, Roac sort of, stepped or slept on it.” Her lips parted and you said, “I’m not mad at him, it’s crazy old and I’ve dropped it tons of times, just hope the new one isn’t a new interface.”

“Oh I hate that, it’s all new and shiny and you get to using it and then you start to hate using it because it’s too new.”

“Exactly.”

.

Atop your scooters you split up, with her off to a lunch with the boys at her place. Thankfully for you the shop was empty and not getting angry at the mocking giggle at your old phone you sat at the end of the counter while she brought out the possible designs you were eligible for upgrade to. With a large stack she fanned out like they were a deck of cards saying, “Seems you’ve been skimping on your upgrades, so you have a good deal to choose from.”

Keeping to the simple touch screen while also keeping your keyboard you tapped one of the latest ones you would end up getting for free, “I like this design, are there more colors?”

She shook her head, “We just have the red ones for this design, part of a charity run to donate a third of the price to heart related research funding.”

“That one’s good then. Should pick a case for it.”

She nodded, “Yes, should be in that section,” following her point you nodded and hopped off the stool to stroll over to the strip of cases. Ignoring the pink and odd colored goo filled ones you picked up a protective green flip case and a screen protector you brought back to the counter that was free of all but your chosen phone box she had broken the plastic wrap on it. Wiggling the bottom of the box out she pulled it apart to bring out your new phone that she switched on and turned to the computer to punch in the serial numbers in the system to start the full switch of coverage over once your phone was through being backed up into the system.

While she was waiting on the system to ready to switch the backup over she eased the screen protector onto your new phone then sighed turning back to her own phone looking for a show to watch while she waited through the rest of her shift. Turning the page in your sketch book you nipped at your lip sketching out the Tetris style shelves to be painted vividly for along your drawing walls paired with a clear and white wavy desk for your drawing half and a squared silver and milky glass paned desk for your recording half. The white would be a nice way to even out the color scheme. White plushy rugs would be chosen to help lighten up the windowless room you might have to change the lighting in. Lost in your focus you missed her opening her Bombadil streaming app to spot the main promoted show, yours, that had her eyeing the runes of your name on the screen and then her monitor dropping her jaw.

Lost for what else to add you closed the journal and added it to your bag then opened the magazine only to look up at her asking, “You’re on Bombadil.”

Flashing her a quick grin you said, “Ya, they just picked up my old show.”

“Is it any good?”

Your grin quirked out more, “I’m a bit biased.”

“No, but I mean, this says you work on the Bunny show too, is it that good?”

“Is it up to that level of quality yes, they’re different style stories. A few similar characters, but that would be up to your own taste if they match.”

“What have you been up to between them?”

“Odds and ends. Nothing so big. Mainly working on a few projects still in progress.”

“Can I get a picture?” She asked but before you could answer she was somehow at your side snapping a picture of herself and you with a twitched up brow and your hair pooled halfway into your face. Straight onto her social page with your name copied from Bombadil it went and she turned at the bing from the system. “Ooh, back up is done.” Finalizing the switch she erased your old phone and dropped it into the recycle bin as you added your new phone to its new case double checking that your alarms were set and when she closed out of your account you had your magazine bag in your bag and were on your way out thanking her in her quick, “Have a nice day!”

“You too.” Turning your head to the street now echoing of the brass lessons that died for her in the door closing. Though once you were gone she was quick to answer the few comments from her friends saying that you had chosen the phone with proceeds heading to charity and that you were friendly and glad to talk while waiting.

Exhaling sharply you tried to ignore your hope that she wasn’t a popular poster and the blip could go unnoticed while you brushed your hair back for your helmet. Mentally shifting your map for where you were your path to the tea shop was set and off you went.

Around the shop you rode and pulled into the lot parking out of the way in your new little usual spot you smirked seeing a few flower pots around it in a subtle marker as your scooter space. Smirking as you removed your helmet you pocketed the key and left your helmet with the scooter to stroll around the shop feeling eyes of a few people inside growing once you got to the door. A nudge from Dwalin had Thorin’s head turning and him flashing you a grin as you took your place in line.

Looking at your phone however you missed his try to motion you to your usual table as you looked to your new phone. A few testing inspections of features and apps that you were glad to have all your things and former messages in order, though in scrolling through the messages all of a sudden your eyes flinched up hearing a ring from behind the counter as the phone called Thorin. Curiously he pulled out his phone answering the call, pinning the phone to his shoulder to finish grinding a set of herbs he caught your whisper into the phone, “Sorry,” before hanging up the call.

Palming his phone he went to set on the counter he watched your second call in your next try to scroll down the list that cut off making him smirk and peer over to you tapping again on your phone you now found the right spot to scroll with. In the lower end of the list you confirmed you had everything in place then you switched over to your email you scrolled through smirking at the messages from your friends about the shows you had worked on and the news your book was currently being printed.

Pulling out the bill for the drink you finally got to the front of the line finding Thorin with his arms resting on the counter, “Had to get a new phone. Battery gave out. Found the scroll spot though.”

One of the still lingering trio of ladies sighed, “Instant change.”

The woman to her right said a bit loudly, “Don’t let them separate you.”

Curiously your brows furrowed a moment and Thorin muttered, “Ignore them. They’ll go away, eventually. One surprise coming up.” Accepting the bill between your fingertips.

You nodded and moved to your usual table that you set your magazine out on to get back to browsing ignoring the ladies whispering about something you tried not to pay attention to still mentally whirling about the picture being taken of you that was popping up onto your Bunny page. Opening that app you read through that your picture was being circulated as one of the voice actors on, though it seemed as fast as the picture popped up the topic that you were supportive to the charity had them popping up in popularity next with other offered products for their charity and others.

A pair of mugs on your table had you snapping a picture of yours then shutting off your phone you flashed a grin to Thorin in his low hum of, “Almost thought you might not be coming in.”

“Sorry, how this week is going I couldn’t wait on it.”

“This week?”

“Well, the book, the move, you being forced into a betrothal, no telling what I’d miss if I waited on it.”

“No one forced me for one,”

“Excuse you, I fell asleep and you woke up-,”

“No one forced me. I felt you genuinely accepted my moving in and I chose to move in with you. You can’t just go around grabbing beard and you’re married or moving in together. This isn’t a situation where I’d rather be fired out of a canon at the sun. You are phenomenal and you wouldn’t even need an ad to have men lined up to live with you, and hundreds more who would want to be betrothed to you.”

“So-,”

“Listen, end, bottom line, the only negative in this entire situation is that we have an audience outside of the clans. Which, it’s one thing for our family and friends to comment or have fun with my fumbles in speaking with you, but them,” he said pointing through his shoulder at the swooning trio you glanced at then back again. “Not helpful, trying to not fuel them,” A smirk began to creep across your lips and he hummed, “Don’t smirk, I know that smirk, that smirk only means trouble.”

“I am never trouble,” you said lifting a finger in a creeping grin only to kiss your finger tip to press to his nose making the trio squeal and squeak excitedly in a puddle of aww’s through his deep throated grumble. Folding your hand around your mug the other arm dropped to the table in your lifting your mug, “What are you up to today, Cuddle Monster?”

“Thinking of browsing for a possible blender option. You?” His eyes dropped to your magazine in your approving hum filled sip of your tea. “Another decorating magazine?”

Lowering your mug you replied, “I actually was going to work on some mini cartoon commercial ideas for the book. I have some months to get it finished with a spread for them to choose from. Glori gave me this, I had a thought to turn the smaller storage room on the other side of your closet into a mini home studio, for recording or sketching.”

“Wow, that sounds incredible. Would certainly make things easier for you.”

You nodded, “Ya, usually I would have to head to Lothlorien to borrow Celebrian’s space. Most of what I have for the show is just off my laptop.” You wet your lips then said, “I was wondering if you’d be okay with it.”

“Why wouldn’t I be? It’s a great idea, it would help you out.”

“I mean, if you look at the house, the parlor, kitchen, greenhouse, yard, living room is communal, we have the guest rooms that either of our families could use, while I have a study and now I’m thinking of having a studio and you don’t even have an office. I haven’t even asked if you needed one.”

“I don’t really, usually I only need them for tax season when I help Balin compile all the papers and receipts for him. I just have the green resin and chestnut table that I have in my closet.”

“How much furniture do you have in your closet?”

Lowly he chuckled, “Just the cow pattern chair that goes with it.”

“Well we can shift things and split the study.”

“Sounds fair, and the lounge would be nice for the sorting especially. I could angle my desk at the end of the built ins.”

“You have builder relatives, right?”

He nodded, “Ya. What do you need done?”

“For the studio I was thinking like tetris shelves, they have a kit, but it’s a bit more than I can handle,”

“No I get that. Ya, I can call them when you get the kit in.”

“And of course it’ll need painting. I feel bad bringing it up over and over, dragging the BomBairns out-,”

He chuckled saying, “It’s tons of work for their books. They get listless if they don’t have work. And trust me Frerin will have plenty of trips for them to his place.”

You nodded and said, “Ok, good, walls are still the dark stone, so white desks, plushy rugs. Big colorful shelves. Just might have to see if it’ll need different lighting.”

“I can see that, ya, it’s not the best lighting for creating.”

A loud thud from the back room had the group heading back to see what had happened, taking Thorin with them though a sonar beep from your phone had you looking at the weather app alerting that it was going to start sprinkling soon. Downing the last of your tea you took your mug to the dirty bin on your way to the door to trot your way around the shop stirring gasps from the table of ladies wondering why you had left without saying goodbye. Pocketing your phone you climbed on your scooter, hastily brushing back your hair already seeing the clouds rolling in. It was just a short ride home again and letting out a deep breath you closed your garage door behind you leaving your helmet on your scooter to head inside.

Straight to your study you switched on your laptop you felt the pull to go ahead and order things for your studio along with a few dresser kits you had been waiting on. A soundproof booth and the shelf kits were ordered and post a text to Celebrian about where she had bought the desks you wanted you had found and ordered them. Though unknowingly setting off her own ripple of questions to Ecthellion and Glorfindel on why you were asking about her reception desks.

@avaria-revallier​

Pt 37

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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)