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[adarondweek]

Adarond Fic Rec List

Organized in order of rating with all relevant warnings included. Feel free to reblog with any I missed!

"Things That Make My Heart Beat Faster" by Des_Evans @destinyrainevans

Gen, No Archive Warnings Apply

Elrond gets bored during the negotiations between Gil-Galad and Adar. So he makes a list. Eregion is fine. Sauron has poofed off to somewhere. Adar lives, accepted Galadriel's deal, and his children stuck around. Now Gil-Galad and Adar just have to figure out how to put up with each other.

"Contingencies" by Anonymous

Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply

Adar nearly catches on when Elrond passes Galadriel the clasp from his cloak. To distract him Elrond asks if he wants a kiss too.

"A herald in Mordor" by Herbalspells (Jedi_librarian)

Mature, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Adar has declared himself King of Mordor. And a King is always in need of a herald. Unfortunately, he has his eyes set on one herald in particular. There is nothing that would make Gil-Galad part with his herald, except that Adar has promised to recall his children to Mordor and trouble the peoples of Middle-Earth no longer. He will also lend his army in the fight against Sauron. And though Elrond feels that he would sooner die, it is painfully clear what the lesser of the two evils are, and the whole of Middle-Earth is at stake. Besides, they only need a few months in order to defeat Sauron, once they have done that then he will be able to return to Lindon for good. This is just a temporary sacrifice. And his dear friend and brother Prince Durin will not be far away. AU that takes place just after Season 2 Episode 1, when Elrond is working at the boathouse, but just before Galadriel goes to talk to him about joining the mission to Eregion.

Explicit works below the cut! :)

"The Commander's Choice" and "The Patriarch's Choice" by Archraven

Explicit (first one), Mature (second one), Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings (both)

"The Commander's Choice"

Captured by orcs following the Battle of Eregion, Elrond feels the weight of responsibility for the wounded soldiers imprisoned with him. When Adar offers him a sinister bargain, Elrond has no choice but to accept. Set after 2x07.

"The Patriarch's Choice"

A prisoner of war in Adar's camp, Elrond walks a dangerous line between his deepening connection with his captor and his duty to his people. Captivated by the defiant elven commander, Adar's frustration mounts as their tangled game of tension and desire becomes something neither is able to end. Meanwhile, Gil-galad will not forsake his herald. He joins forces with the newly crowned dwarven king, Durin IV, who really just wants his friend back.

"Kindness, Without Pretense" by IntoTheStardust (they say their tumblr is "Riddlermethis" but I can't find that blog, so if anyone knows them pls tag!)

Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply

Elrond tries to bargain with Adar through unconventional methods and has to face the consequences of his actions.

"Three Rules Broken" by AuteurOnirique @shestoodintears

Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply

Elrond is sent on an undercover mission to the goth club with Galadriel and Arondir. There, he meets a tall, dark, and handsome stranger and things get out of hand. (Rings of Power Modern!Au)

"Green Shoots and Ashen Earth" by withallthatisleftofmyheart @withallthatisleftofmyheart

Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Adar doesn't die and is taken with the elves to (what becomes) Imladris/Rivendell. This is a tale of reconciliation, making amends and healing from trauma. It deals with the emotional fallout post-Eregion. Expect Adarond enemies to lovers, Adariel enemies to friends, and Adar/Gil-galad enemies to mutually beneficial arrangement of a sexual nature.

"War Prize" by NyxatNyght

Explicit, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-con

After the Battle of Eregion, Adar takes Elrond and the ring Nenya as his spoils of war.

[makeshiftdraco]

WIP Wednesday

Sharing a snippet of one of my WIPs for @adarondweek --Osculation Overdue. It's a modern AU featuring Librarian Elrond and Single Dad Adar, so definitely more lighthearted than my usual fare but still plenty of sexual tension.

"Yes,” the librarian agreed. “I can see you and your wife have quite the handful at home.” The man gave a flustered laugh. “Oh, I don’t have a wife. It’s just me…” Elrond’s eyes widened in surprise. “You have to manage all those kids on your own? You must be exhausted!” The father leaned against the desk with a conspiratorial tone. “Constantly…let’s just say I have no trouble falling asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow at night.” The image of this man in bed did strange things to Elrond. He envisioned that long dark hair strewn across a pillow but quickly shook his head to clear his thoughts. He should not be fantasizing about a library patron, and he should not be so relieved to learn that said patron did not have a wife. “Well, if you ever need a break from the chaos,” he said, tentatively tucking an errant curl behind one ear. The man’s eyes tracked the movement. “You’re always welcome to bring them to the library.” This offer was met with a long, smoldering silence, and those blue eyes raked down Elrond’s body before the man spoke. “Always good to know where I’m welcome,” he rasped. “I’m Adar by the way.”

[shestoodintears]

Adarond week. Day 1: first meeting

I'm woefully unprepared for Adarond week @adarondweek, but it is just too tempting not to write for them, so have a little something I wrote for the first prompt. I allowed myself to be a little bit more poetic for this one!

**

Elrond hadn’t even thought of Adar as a person before he met him. Adar had been a word, a banner, a mythical figure, shrouded in darkness and black blood. Adar had been a threat, a problem to solve, a shadow spreading over a complex map. 

Then Adar had been a black spot on the horizon, standing in front of a menacing army of fierce warriors, an opponent, an adversary against whom the courtier would whet his Commander’s sword. 

Finally, Adar had become a choice. Mercy or ruthlessness. To fight with his sword or his words. To yield and lose or to stand tall at the risk of breaking. To accept there was a darkness lurking within him, straining to get out and play to the tune of his dark, hoarse voice, or to retreat into the light. 

To fight with a kiss or with the promise of spilled black blood. 

After the kiss he had pressed to Galadriel’s lips, Elrond stood face to face with Adar, contemplating his choices under the piercing gaze of the Moriondor. His breath on his face felt like a veil threatening, promising to engulf him in a seductive world of darkness. For a second, Adar frowned and suddenly, he wasn’t just an idea, a threat, a piece with a complex plan on an already complex map. He was flesh, he was the smell of myrrh, he was lips. He was still. 

Elrond nodded, trying to shake his bothersome thoughts. Silence was a choice, an answer. There was nothing left to say. 

“Wait!” Adar called, as soon as Vorohil had left him to meet with Durin’s army. Elrond removed his foot from the stirrup. 

**

The first time Adar saw the Commander, he recognized him immediately. He knew him, from the half-faded memories of another life. He knew him from the stars shining in his eyes, from the delicate curve of his thin lips, from the sharpness of his words and the softness of his voice. 

He was wise as Melian, strong as Luthien, brave as Eärendil. He was as desperate as all of them when faced with a darkness deeper than his own. He was the barely faded beauty of a world he had turned his back to. He was the cruel promise of this world back within arm’s reach where his grasp would only bruise it. 

He was the doom Adar had always known would come for him. And here he was, in Adar’s most desperate hour, when everything hinged on how well he could hold his plan for his children. 

Elrond looked at him as a mystery to decipher, but Adar saw in him the familiarity of his deepest desire: beauty and doom. 

His treachery, the slipping of the pin of his cloak, was new however. There was the scent of mortality on him, familiar but unexpected. He smelled like horses and sage, like scrolls and swords. Like a fight and a kiss. 

When Elrond turned to him, finally alone in his war camp, his brow shone as if adorned with one of the three cursed stones. His loveliness, just like Melian’s, would put them all to shame. Adar walked to him, forcing the Commander to take a step back until they were half-hidden behind his white horse.

“You gave Galadriel a kiss and promised her death,” Adar told him with a smirk, bravado to cover his awe, “you promised me death but seem to have forgotten my kiss.”

Elrond opened his mouth to protest but Adar bent his head, pressing a kiss to Melian’s, to Luthien’s, to Eärien’s, to Elrond’s lips. Elrond stilled beneath his attentions and, as Adar’s tongue licked at his lips, the Moriondor swore he could have felt him tilt his chin to offer him more. Adar bit at Elrond’s lower lip, tasting bittersweet mint tea, before letting him go.

“I will find you again on the battlefield,” Adar threatened, or promised, that was a choice Elrond would have to make. 

[fornrandir]

Adarond Week - Day 1: First Meeting

My first contribution for @adarondweek

For the first time that night, his body began to relax, his breaths slowed, the anxiety that rattled in his chest calmed and his shoulders dropped just a fraction.  Is this what everyone felt when they went clubbing or was it just this place, he wondered.  Right there, being in the moment, Elrond closed his eyes as his senses began to absorb everything he had been too hyper focused on to enjoy and appreciate earlier as he searched for Galadriel. The music subtly changed into a slower, softer beat. Elrond relaxed further into the wall, his breathing steadied, a slight buzz echoed rhythmically into his chest. His ears recognised the melody of the new song and his fingers subconsciously began to tap in rhythm, the hum of a melody at the back of his throat. “Enjoying yourself? an amused, deep voice inquired.

Angel of Darkness by Fornrandir

Rating: Mature

Fandom: LOTR / Rings of Power

Relationship: Adar x Elrond

Summary:

Elrond joins his best friend Galadriel on a night out to Eregion’s new night club however it’s not long before he crosses paths with the master of shadows and darkness himself, Adar.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62008828

[wowstrawberrycow]

I canon Elrond to be a space cadet when the environment is relaxed.

He just can unwind and let his mind drift allowing it to be easily distracted. I canon this guy to have ADHD really bad when younger. It mellows out when he's older though. Attention Deficit is definitely the way he leans when he's not forced to hype focus during high tension times. I canon this to be the case in every AU I throw him into.

This is definitely not one of those high tension times. ⬇️ (Modern AU setting based off of a moment that happens in an RP with my Tumblr bestie @withallthatisleftofmyheart )

Setting: Adar and his son are at Elrond's house while their young elementary school children play in the yard. Elrond was in the middle of jabbing on about gardening or something. He attempts to use the jibber jabber to distract himself from how hot Adar is. spaces out hard mid word with a vacant look in his eyes just getting lost in the sweetness that he sees hidden in Adar's eyes.

Elrond inside: 'behind that stoic handsome face is a loving father... The way he cares so deeply for his son is just so incredibly beautiful. And look at those kind eyes... There's more to him than the tough outer shell '

Elrond outwardly: Sighs dreamily. He looks into Adar's eye's. "Such a cutie". He gets a goofy love sick smile as his eyes still glaze over lost in the daydream.

Adar: "Oh really? Am I now?" Looks Elrond over quite impressed. "You're a looker too." He smirks wider.

Elrond: Snaps back to reality. "Hum?? I'm so sorry what was I saying," he seriously was not aware he spilled some of his thoughts.

Adar inside: 'I wonder if he is interested in men? Those lips look delicious... And soft... And his face is ughhh....' *seriously struggles to restrain the urge to kiss him right then and there.* - Elrond's airy behavior is just too cute for its own good.-

[greenleaf4stuff]

TYSM my dear, I love your additions so much that I have to reblog them, it makes me so giddy to read them <3 It was a pleasure to write these, thank you again for the wonderful prompt/ask!

And I am super happy to hear you enjoy silverscars so much, I was immediately hooked once my interest in Adar grew and I am glad more and more people are beginning to see and enjoy the beauty of this ship together. Glad I could make you squee with excitement, judging by the tags on other reblogs and my own reaction while writing, quite a few ppl felt the same way, which is a huge compliment. :D <3

(Also in regards to your tags, I am proposing "ScarredSilverStars" (or "SilverStarScars"?) for Adar/Celebrimbor/Elrond. Because they all have a connection to something silvery, they are spots of light in the darkness, and they all have scars - physical and/or mental.)

It’s New Year’s Eve in Middle Earth and midnight approaches.

Who is grabbing whom for a smooch? How does it go down?

If you can give three pairings that’s great, no limit though 😉 repeats are fine too.

Hi and thank you so much @gauntletgirlie for sending me this lovely ask game! It is truly the time of giving (smooches) <3 Again, lots of fun to think up some kissing scenarios for this one! I'll put them behind the cut again, and as the prompt implies, there be kissing ahead! All of these are Adar-related btw :) (I wrote these down in like an hour) (also each ask game the answers are getting longer oops)

The pairings:

Adar/Celebrimbor/Elrond

Adar/Celebrimbor (established, modern!AU)

Adar/Elrond (canon!AU)

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...

Adar/Celebrimbor/Elrond

Elrond glanced between the older elf and the uruk, a look of indecision on his face. "Um-"

There wasn't a way to kiss both of them at the same time, was there? Not without crushing their noses and possibly knocking their teeth against each other, at least. But who should he kiss? He couldn't deny either of them. He just couldn't!

They might both be different in character, temperament, appearance, but he liked them equally. He'd just told them as much recently, for Eru's sake! He couldn't choose one over the other now! Not for something important as this!

He heard counting in the background, a countdown not into the New Year but to his own doom, or so it felt.

In a panic, he did the only thing he thought he could do-

And grabbed the back of both their heads in each of his hands, and gently but insistently moved their faces together until they kissed (with a look of surprise on their faces, but even so-).

'There! Problem solved!' he thought, adrenaline briefly surging and then falling in relief. (He knew they wanted each other too. They'd discussed this. The only thing they hadn't discussed was that blasted New Year's kiss.)

"Oh no, wait- my bad-," he suddenly heard behind himself. It was Círdan. "I miscalculated it seems! It's actually still one minute to midnight. Well, that gives us the chance to count once more, doesn't it?"

Elrond felt himself blanch slightly as Adar and Celebrimbor turned towards him, eyebrows raised. "What was that?" Adar asked. It didn't sound accusing, but oddly curious. A bit amused.

"Erm-"

"I suppose he thought this was a clever solution. Have us kiss so he wouldn't have to choose one of us over the other," Celebrimbor deduced and Elrond silently cursed himself because his friend knew him too well to not have figured it out. Again.

"Oh, is that so?" Adar asked, and he sounded just as amused as Celebrimbor had. "Well too 'bad' that we get a second chance then."

Elrond blinked at them in surprise and question, and only realised what was going on when he felt two hands at the back of his head just as the countdown neared "3...2...1" again.

...it was, indeed, a mess of noses knocking together and teeth clicking and even a bit of spit getting smeared, between the three of them. Messy, uncoordinated, but somehow - it still worked out.

Elrond moaned in delight, smiled into the kiss, and let the other two pull him closer into an embrace.

Adar/Celebrimbor (established, modern!AU)

The party had nearly reached it's apex, which meant Adar was close to having reached his maximum amount of social interactions for the night and was beginning to eagerly await going home with his fiancé.

As it stood, he couldn't find Celebrimbor amidst the crowd of people as he scanned it, making him frown. Galadriel must have seen the way he wandered around searching for the smith, because she caught his eye and motioned towards the kitchen with her glass of champagne, a small smile on her face.

Adar followed her pointing, and indeed, he could hear puttering and the sound of dishes getting cleaned coming from there - in combination with some truly awful music from the radio. He exchanged a mildly exasperated glance with the blonde elf, before he thanked her with a nod and walked into the kitchen.

Celebrimbor stood at the sink, garishly golden rubber gloves on his hands - where did Gil-Galad even *find* those things!? - as he hummed along to some corny pop music while he scrubbed at a plate from their dinner earlier.

Adar shook his head, but his expression was one of fondness. He turned down the radio to announce himself and stepped up behind the elf, wrapping his arms around the other's waist, head coming to rest on his fiancé's shoulder in an easy display of intimacy.

"Why am I not surprised to find you here?" he murmured, and pressed a kiss to Celebrimbor's cheek. The smith smiled as turned over his shoulder to look at the uruk. "You know you don't have to clean those dishes now, do you?"

"Hm," Celebrimbor replied, and leant back into the embrace. "I needed a bit of time away from the noise I suppose. Thought nobody would begrudge me that if I did something useful."

"Clever," Adar admired him, and his smile turned soft. "Remarkably selfless, too."

"Well, I suppose you'd know about all that as well, wouldn't you?" They stared at each other lovingly. They were so enarmoed with one another, they almost missed it when loud, shouted counting began in the living room.

"10...9...8..."

They didn't have to ask. Aside from a moment of surprise, nothing much changed. They remained as they were.

"7...6...5.."

Their noses brushed, eyes half-lidded. Neither had seen the other look so soft before. "A good way to end the year, don't you think?" Celebrimbor murmured.

"4...3...2..."

"Couldn't imagine a better one," Adar answered, and smiled as a leant forward.

"1...0!"

They kissed. Celebrimbor still had his hands in the soapy water of the sink as they stood in the kitchen amidst dirty dishes and empty cups, god-awful music quietly playing in the background. The position of the embrace would give the smith a slightly sore neck later, but-

Neither of them cared for the moment. This, right here - was perfect.

Adar/Elrond (canon!AU)

New Year's was a surprisingly official and festive affair in Lindon, Adar had quickly learned. He and his children had rarely celebrated the turning of the year before, but their treaty with the elves was beginning to influence their traditions.

Unlike the elves with their harps and flutes and harmonious singing, their festive modes of dress and expertly prepared feasts, the uruk had taken a much more grounded approach to the festivities.

Adar could hear them belt out yet another battle song, and judging by the barrels that got rolled towards the improvised 'tavern', the drink was flowing freely as well. Everywhere he went, he saw celebrations of the peace, open fires that cooked delicious-smelling stews and roasted meat, groups of uruk gathered together.

He himself would let his children enjoy the time of levity - but he found himself too tired to join in. The noise, how they all wanted to draw him to their sides so he might join them in song and drink, it was - just too much. As much as he loved them.

He paused in surprise when he finally arrived at his own tent and found he had a visitor.

"What brings you here?" He asked, surprised to find Elrond at the entrance. He hoped the other knew the visit was not an unwelcome one - the two of them had danced around one another for weeks now. Adar had hoped to see the other again, but had expected the peredhel to spend this time with his family and friends in Lindon.

Elrond smiled and offered a greeting. "My friend. It is good to see you," he paused. Adar noticed the other was breathing heavily and had a flushed face, as if he'd hurried to get here. "I- there is something important I wished to do. I feared I might have been too late."

Adar immediately raised his eyebrows and focused on the herald in concern. "Is something the matter?"

The other waved him off, but gently so. "No, no- nothing that should alarm you. Just something that was important to me, is all-"

Adar wanted to ask another question, but the uruk in the wider vicinity around them erupted into loud counting - it seemed the turning of the year was almost complete.

The leader of the uruk startled slightly when he felt gentle, wind-chilled hands on his face, and turned towards the herald only to find the other looking at him with hopeful eyes.

With a start, he understood. "May I kiss you?" How brave this one was, to hurry over here and place all his hopes on a kiss.

"I'd like nothing more," the uruk breathed back, and framed Elrond's face with his own hands, mindful of the gauntlet, before he pulled the other closer.

Elrond was smiling into the kiss, Adar could tell. His face felt chilled too, and Adar thought that he would like nothing more than to take the herald inside and wrap him into warg furs before offering him a warm drink and some food.

But that could wait. For now, there was only the press of soft lips on his own, hands that held him gently as if he was precious, and something blooming in his own chest as the countdown ran down to midnight.

[raointean]

Adarond Week - Day 1: First Impressions

Elrond

Adar was not at all what Elrond had expected from the commander of a savage people. He sat so regally and serene, he seemed to be presiding over a great hall from a gilded throne instead of a rough-hewn wooden chair inside a ramshackle hut. Elrond refused to be intimidated.

Elrond stared evenly. Strange eyes stared back at him. They were old and full of suffering, to be certain - Elrond had expected that - but they were also warm. Not warm like dying embers; warm like a blazing fireplace seen through a frigid window - full of love reserved for someone else. 

Adar

Elrond was almost precisely what Adar had expected. With Lúthien's wit, Thingol's wisdom, Turgon's obstinacy, Fingolfin's daring, and decidedly mannish acceptance of sacrifice, he hardly deviated from the enigmatic “Elrond Peredhel” Adar had researched. (The letters had gone on about his unassuming nature coupled with his apparently striking resemblance to every single one of his ancestors ad nauseum).

Adar’s sources had failed to mention beauty. Haphazard curls gracefully framing an icy face, every scrap of light in the tent reeled in to reflect in his eyes and glint off his razor-edged cheekbones. “You have the beauty of your foremother, Melian.”

[the-southlands]

There are several events in the fandom currently; some have already started, some are planned for later on.

We would like to make a little promo for them! If you know about more, feel free to make us aware of them!

RoP Masterchef at @ropmasterchef

Adariel Secret Santa 2024 at @adariel-official-tent

Adar & Uruks Winterfeast Exchange @crookedmouth-mountainbones

Assignments have been done, but treats are still accepted.

Adarond Week 2025 at @adarondweek

There should also be a general Winter RoP event in January at @rings-of-power-realm and we can't wait. :-)

We plan our own 2025 event as well, but that one will be for spring/summer.

[withallthatisleftofmyheart]

Has anyone come up with a ship name for Adarond yet? I’ve been wracking my brain for WEEKS but everything I’ve thought of is utter shite.

[trop-fandom-events]

Current Events

Fandom Days/Weeks/Months:

Adarond Week

Haladriel Valentine's Week

Exchanges:

Haladriel Fic Exchange

Bingos:

Elrondriel Winter Festival

Note: This list is frequently updated. If you see it floating around, click through to the original post so you can reblog the most updated version.

Feel free to message us if you want your event added to this list.

Have fun! 🧡

[makeshiftdraco]

Adarond Week Day 1: First meeting

My first contribution for @adarondweek

“I’m surprised by you, Galadriel. He seems far too…pretty…for you. I was under the impression that you preferred your men to be a little more…rugged.” Elrond’s cheeks tinged pink, unsettled by the man’s backhanded compliment. “I assure you, Adar, that I am perfectly capable of charming Galadriel despite the fact that I may not fit your expectations.” Adar’s gaze darkened when Elrond spoke his name aloud, and his lips curled into a smirk. “I have no doubt of your…charms,” he rasped. “But I do not believe that Galadriel has fallen for them.” “Then let me put your doubts to rest,” Elrond stated, a flash of rebellion in his gray eyes. Galadriel let out a soft gasp as he pulled her against him, his mouth meeting hers in a sudden kiss.

Creep

Adarond Modern AU by makeshiftdraco

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: The Rings of Power/Lord of the Rings

Pairing: Adar/Elrond

Status: Complete

Description:

Elrond pretends to be Galadriel's boyfriend when Adar and his cronies corner her at the nightclub. Adar isn't buying the ruse, so Elrond kisses his friend to prove a point. This small act of defiance captures Adar's interest, and Elrond can feel the older man watching him for the rest of the night...

(Check tags on AO3 for trigger warnings)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61987636

[makeshiftdraco]

WIP Monday?

Wanted to share a snippet of another one shot I wrote for @adarondweek and figured I'd post it today since Wednesday is New Year's Day.

If you're interested in a nightclub au with hints of organized crime, a heavy dose of daddy kink, and a dash of brat taming, then I think you'll enjoy Creep:

Silence stretched out as Adar took a long drag, tension building between them. Elrond watched as smoke spilled from Adar’s lips. The ghostly white tendril floated into the air, curling around Elrond like a snake before dissipating. Seized by a strange and sudden urge, Elrond reached out and plucked the cigarette from Adar’s fingers, lifting it to his mouth and inhaling. The exchange felt dangerously intimate, Elrond’s lips touching where Adar’s had been only moments ago. Adar’s pupils dilated, eyes fixed on Elrond’s mouth. “I thought you didn’t smoke.” Elrond exhaled a plume of smoke, cheeks flushed. “Perhaps I’m in the mood to try new things tonight…”

[makeshiftdraco]

Adarond Week Day 3: The Children

My second contribution for @adarondweek

“I’m sure the librarians can help you. Why don’t you go ask one of them about your book?” Glûg felt a stab of panic. The prospect of speaking to a strange adult was terrifying. “Which one should I ask?” “I don’t know…” His father glanced across the lobby, impatience palpable. After a moment, he pointed out a male librarian piling books onto a rolling cart. “How about the pretty one over there? I’m sure he’ll know exactly where you can find your book.” Pretty… Glûg immediately latched onto this word, surprised to hear his father take notice of another man’s beauty. He took a moment to assess the librarian for himself before agreeing. “Yes, he seems nice. I’ll go ask him, Dad.”

Osculation Overdue

Adarond Modern AU by makeshiftdraco

Rating: Mature

Fandom: The Rings of Power/Lord of the Rings

Pairing: Adar/Elrond

Status: Complete

Description:

Sparks fly when Adar brings his brood of unruly children to the library, and a certain pretty librarian catches the single dad's eye. His son Glûg also takes notice of his father's interest in Elrond, and the boy hatches a plan to bring the pair together.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62045902

[makeshiftdraco]

How did I ring in the New Year? Writing Adarond smut of course!

I swear this ship has me in a chokehold right now. I was initially just planning one fic for Adarond Week, and I'm currently drafting fic number three...

*in my particular case, cowbell = Adarond

I swear I will get back to my Haladriel WIPs someday soon!

[adarondweek]

Adarond Week 2025

I have prompts! This challenge week starts on Sunday, January 5th, and runs until the 11th.

Day 1: First meeting

Cute? Bitter? Tense? Canon? AU? What happened during their first meeting? What was going through their heads?

Day 2: The spark

What draws them together? (Or one towards the other?) Who falls first? Who falls hardest?

Day 3: The Children

How do Adar's children figure into all this? Are they routing for their father to get some? Do they like Elrond or hate him? How does Elrond feel about the Uruk Children?

(Do Adar and Elrond have a child of their own? 👀)

Day 4: The Reactions

Elrond has a lot of friends (Gil-Galad, Galadriel, Durin, Camnir). How do they react to him being with Adar, however you imagine that happening?

Does Adar have someone close to him that is surprised to see him with Elrond? (The children could also come in here too, if you have multiple ideas)

Day 5: Home

Where is home for this ship? Mordor? Rivendell? How do both of them feel about it?

Day 6: The end

Happy, sad, bittersweet, a few days after meeting, a thousand years in the future; what is the ultimate fate of this ship? If Adar still dies like in canon, how does Elrond feel about that? Does Adar take Celebrían's fate? Do they sail off into the sunset after thousands of years? Something else?

Day 7: Freeform

Did I miss something? Do you have an idea that didn't fit with the prompts? This is for you!

All interpretations of this ship are more than welcome! I've tried to leave the prompts as open as possible to allow for takes with different levels of happiness, conflict, and... consent. At the end of the day, though, these are just prompts. Go where your art leads you and have fun with it!

[makeshiftdraco]

WIP Wednesday

Wanted to share a little sneak peak of my new Adarond (Adar/Elrond) fic that I've been working on this week. If you're interested in a slow burn diplomatic marriage enemies to lovers long fic, the first chapter of The Diplomacy of Desire will be coming to AO3 soon!

“If you will not give me the ring to aid my cause,” Adar said softly. “Then perhaps there is another path we should consider.”

Elrond’s brow furrowed, curious and confused. The expression was far too charming. “Another path?”

Adar took a step forward, and he was gratified to hear the Half-elf’s breath hitch at the sudden proximity. The commander was even more beautiful up close, the scent of honeyed blossoms clinging to him. This familiar aroma was an intoxicating contrast to the sulfur and smoke permeating the air. Adar wanted to bathe in that sweet perfume before he defiled the Half-elven flower glaring up at him.

Somehow he restrained this urge as he offered a cryptic reply. “Tell me, Commander Elrond…what are you willing to compromise for the sake of peace?”