#arondir fanfiction

[wordbunch]

their love language [the rings of power]

a/n: i had this little idea that I wanted to share w you all 🥰💛 i included the characters that i like best, so sorry if your fav isnt there. also I am a halbrand girlie so I wrote for that "version" of him. be so kind to comment/reblog your thoughts! ♡

Elrond ♡ quality time and physical touch and words of affirmation everything

Is he not just perfect? His kind heart cannot choose just one way to shower you with love, so it varies by the day. Elrond’s words are always carefully chosen to lift you up or comfort you, and the feeling of his lips or skin on yours is like a dream after a long day. Initially he was a bit more closed off, but you created a safe space together for both of you to be vulnerable and loving. Sadly, he can be quite occupied with various duties, so he cherishes any second he gets to spend in your presence. You have reached the point where you can communicate almost only through eye contact in public; his eyes are so shiny and expressive, and even the way he gazes at you tells you everything you need to know.

Galadriel ♡ acts of service and physical touch

There is nothing in this, or any other, world that she wouldn’t do for you! The downside of that is she can feel quite guilty if she feels as though she failed at something, but that is alright - you are there, always, to break the fall! She also very much receives love in this way so make sure you do lovely things for her as often as possible - our girl needs some soft wholesome love. Physical touch is something that keeps her grounded and reassures her you are really there and with her, it is not just an illusion or a dream. In private, Galadriel will cling to you like you’d just saved her from drowning. Reassurance is something she needs more than she will let on. 

Halbrand ♡ words of manipulation affirmation and physical touch 

He has a strange way of somehow knowing exactly what to say, almost at all times; the way he sweet talks you is unmatched, and he is no stranger to strings of compliments. Occasional banter is involved as well, of course, as he very much enjoys verbally “sparring” with you - it gets him going and gives a spark to his eyes. This leads to more physical expressions of desire, and you are basically the only person he enjoys being more tactile with. The way he shifts between being rough and passionate, and then gentle and adoring, keeps you on your toes constantly. However, two can play that game - has he at last met a worthy match?

Celebrimbor ♡ quality time and gift giving

This is one very busy elven lord and smith, but he will still try his best to never neglect you and your needs. Even if he is working, he loves to have you around, if you are free; and you enjoy watching him doing his thing. He calls you “his greatest inspiration” and swears you bring out the best of him, both professionally and personally. Although, he might occasionally get distracted when he feels your keen eyes on him. Naturally, since you inspire him to create, he loves to gift you items made personally for you, with utmost precision, skill and love. He also claims that no piece of jewelry, decor or weapon could ever match your beauty, but that is another challenge that motivates him even more. Sometimes, though, you have to drag him away from his work and just make him take it easy.

Isildur ♡ physical touch and being silly

This chaotic boy needs to have a hand(s) on you at all times, or the other way round. If you move away from him, there is a high chance he will look at you like a lost puppy. He might not yet be the greatest when it comes to verbalizing what you mean to him, but that’s not to say he can’t express it in a variety of ways - pulling you close in a crowded space, hugging you as if you might evaporate if he doesn’t hold onto you, kissing you breathless every chance he gets. However, playful banter with you makes him so happy as well, and it is his way of showing not only that you understand each other, but also that you can be perfectly comfortable in each other’s presence and laugh until tears stream down your face. Oftentimes those unguarded moments of silliness can become deep conversations which allow you to get to know each other even more intimately.  

Arondir ♡ acts of service and words of affirmation

I mean, have you seen what this elf does for people he deeply cares for? Expect even more than that when he is in love with you! No task is too daunting when his beloved needs something, and you don’t even need to ask - he is superb at anticipating your needs. Sometimes you need to all but force him gently to relax and prioritize himself a bit more. Arondir is just a romantic soul like that. Also, in standard elvish fashion, he knows many poems and songs, and he is no stranger to coming up with his own just to express how he feels about you and how he sees you as the most precious, wonderful person. Initially he was a bit shy about that particularly, but experiencing your joy and enthusiasm, and the way you simply melt at his words, he knew he had to make it a regular occurrence to express his adoration. Please treasure him, he deserves the world.

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Tagging some trop besties @queenmeriadoc @lady-of-imladris @starladyy @fenharel-enaste @thesolarangel

@haladriel @nanawaffles @xwakemeupwhenseptemberendsx @elswing @coraleethroughthelookingglass

[fukutomichi]

*Adar stabs Arondir*

*Arondir stabs Adar*

[ailendolin]

Starlight - A TRoP Fic

Characters: Gil-galad, Elrond, Vorohil, Arondir

Summary: Missing Scene for 2x08: Elrond is hurt and not okay. Gil-galad worries and does his best to help.

A/N: Spoilers for the finale.

Elrond is not conscious when they throw him into the room. He hits the floor with a dull thud that is followed by silence. No gasp of pain, no groan, no whimper – just silence. Gil-galad fears the worst.

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[raointean]

Tolkien of Color Week - Day 4: Home, Cultural identity, Growing up

Arondir's life, told through the places he calls home over the centuries.

Arondir took one final look around the land he used to call home. He was young, only barely an adult, but he had already grown very close to this place and the memories he had made there. He had walked the hills under the eternal starlight, herding livestock. He had played, and fished, and learned to swim in the little, winding rivers. During cold seasons, he swam with his siblings in the volcanically heated pools. He had explored the caves with his cousins and they had carved pictures in the living stone.

He would certainly miss this place, he thought to himself as he and his family crossed over the three-walled mountain range that had protected them for so many years. It was time to move on though. They were the only intelligent beings they knew of and, no matter how idyllic their home, it was incredibly lonely; particularly for his older cousins who were now old enough to marry.

With that in mind, they were leaving to go West, to follow the trail of what Grandfather had described as hundreds and hundreds of elves, more than any of them could imagine. As excited and nervous as he was, Arondir could not help the feeling of calm that came over him. He knew, somewhere deep in his bones, that he would be back someday.

—----

Arondir groaned as he hoisted the final box of produce out of the family cart and began unloading it into the open-air market stand. The market was a cheerful place, located in a peaceful clearing a few miles outside of Menegroth. On a clear day like this one, it bustled with buyers from the city and growers from all up and down the river valley. There were even a few other Silvan migrant families like his own.

As he placed the last bundle of asparagus in its place, he turned and came face to face (or, well, stomach to face) with his little cousin, Naurion. “Arondir! Look what I caught!”

He held out his hands to show off a dead, blood-covered squirrel. It was all Arondir could do to keep his breakfast down as he patted Naurion on the head. “Well done, rend. Go and show Grandfather."

The boy ran off excitedly, taking the horrid sight with him. Arondir had never quite had the stomach for violence that most everyone else he knew had. No matter how many animal carcasses he saw or how many times his mother had made him break down a chicken for dinner, he simply could not handle it.

Luckily, he thought to himself, he would never have to handle it. He could marry a woman who did not mind it and handle the other household responsibilities instead. In the meantime, he could continue bribing his brothers to do his butchering chores for him. 

It was not as if he would ever have to live entirely alone or face some kind of battle. Doriath was the most well-protected realm this side of the Sundering Sea, protected by a maia! The Enemy Himself would be hard-pressed to send any kind of force to hurt them there.

—--

In the end, it was not The Enemy they had to fear. First, it was the selfishness and wrath of the dwarves that destabilized their realm, causing Queen Melian to flee and leaving them all but defenseless against attack. Then came the kinslayers that killed their new king and slaughtered their people.

Sirion, where the river fed the sea, was the place the survivors fled to. Too few survivors in Arondir’s opinion; his own family not among them. His sister, as the princes’ caregiver, was almost certainly dead. His parents, hearing that Menegroth was under attack, had run to their daughter’s aid, but never returned. His grandfather and two of his brothers had been killed in defense of their farm. His third brother had received a wound that had soured on the road and he had died of it. He had no idea what happened to his aunt, uncle, and cousins, but he had seen neither hide nor hair of them since the attack.

Arondir did his best to make a life for himself at the Havens of Sirion, but it was hard. He was alone for the first time in his life. Nevertheless, he built himself a ramshackle dwelling like everyone else and employed his time by growing food for the community.

He grew all sorts of things; potatoes, water chestnuts, paw paws, and blackberries; but his favorite were the strawberries he grew next to his porch. That was where he was now, tending them. He could feel the warm sun on his neck, the soft earth under his fingernails. He could watch the slugs try to slither away from him as he pulled the weeds from the shoots and “relocated” the pests. He could smell the scent of the river and the sea mingling in the air, as well as the less-than-pleasant smells of daily life in a refugee village. He could hear the sounds of distant waves and the excited shrieks of the pack of children that ran the streets during the day.

They quieted down as they reached him. “Redhor Arondir,” the ringleader of the group spoke up. She was a peredhel girl by the name of Daniel and was by far the boldest of them all. “May we have some strawberries?”

They were all sweet children, fixing as many problems as they caused, and Arondir was always happy to provide them with treats on his days off. That didn’t mean he couldn’t have some fun with them first, though. “Hmm…” he said thoughtfully, enjoying the identical wide-eyed looks of suspense on each tiny face. “Do you happen to remember the magic word, children?”

Daniel straightened and took a deep breath. “Is it listo?”

“No.”

“Mecin?”

“No.”

“Enel?”

Arondir heaved a great sigh. “Oh, I suppose I can spare a few berries for a maiden who asks so sweetly.”

He ducked his head in an attempt to hide his smile at the cheers that rose up from the little group and produced the basket of strawberries he had picked for them fifteen minutes before. They raised the basket above their heads and ran off, crowing about their “victory” and sharing their “spoils” amongst themselves. A few of the older children threw a brief “thank you!” over their shoulders and promised to bring his basket back when they were finished with it.

After watching them go with a fond smile, Arondir turned back to his strawberry patch. Perhaps this was not so terrible a place to make a home. His family had built a new life from scratch once before and, while it would certainly be more difficult on his own, the war was far north of their peaceful little corner of the world. If they were careful, watchful, prepared, they would have time.

—----

Arondir looked out over the Southlands from the top of the guard tower. More than 600 years after the War of Wrath and twenty years into his current deployment, things were quiet. He had established a routine and befriended the (largely Sindarin and Noldorin) other soldiers within his regiment, but still he couldn't truly relax. The Enemy could still be out there, waiting to strike, waiting to corrupt these Men.

The Southlands looked different now than it did in his youth, under an endless starry night. Hundreds, maybe thousands, more people roamed the land he once called home. They had built and carved the land according to their needs. 

And yet, in many ways, it was still the same place. The hills he had walked, the rivers he had bathed in, the geothermal pools he had played in, and the petroglyphs he had carved were all still there (although the petroglyphs were faded and worn a little by now).

People still herded cattle on those hills. People still bathed in those rivers. People still warmed themselves in the volcanic pools. Children with too much time on their hands still wandered the caves, carving pictures by torchlight. 

There were times when Arondir felt more kindredness with the Southlanders than with his own regiment. He had been sent there to keep the outside world safe from the Southlanders; but the longer he stayed, came to know them and their ways; the more he found himself trying to protect them from the outside world. 

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[mistandshcdow]

“she had been the thing to make him think there was something worth saving here, amidst the tall grasses and thatched roofs, the land whose deep scar he guarded. strong arms, a ring of iron around her neck, smelling of herbs and dirt, her hands calloused from crushing the mortar and pestle, green underneath her nails. arondir knew every story and history, the doom that surrounded such a love, and he honored it in his heart, the ashy remnants of it, and kept his distance.”

arondir about bronwyn, in ‘a secret burning thread’

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59606674

[maul-of-shame]

"Beneath the Weeping Stars", A Witcher AU! TROP (The Rings Of Power) fiction coming soon!! [LONG POST]

Little Miss (me) not knowing heavy LOTR Lore but knowing the Witcher's one on the tip of her fingers so she's been transposing all the TROP dynamics in said-universe and now has minimum 10 chapters fully drafted and 15k words of storylines and subplots for minimum two added series/spin-offs

Please I have everything.

The damn hierarchy, the species, the kingdoms, politics, reworking on languages, the weapons, added new mythological creatures and all like I'm about to COMBUST-

So far, and that's not even everything cause we would be here for HOURS like I cannot shut up about it but hear me out:

A Galadriel/Elrond fight. Not saying why, not saying what happens after but I know I want a Geralt/Renfri like one here and you'll see why it makes sense while reading

Angst, hurt and comfort. I mean it's the Witcher Universe/AU so of course there are hurt, blood, gore etc.

I'm thinking about giving a very interesting arc to the local High Daddy King Gil-

The Politics? Oh, the political games are gonna be SPICY. Think Nilfgaard vibes but mix it with the depth of LOTR's kingdoms. Spies, betrayals, alliances forged in blood, secret sorcery, and contracts with monsters or otherworldly forces. Some kind of council that’s like the Lodge of Sorceresses, except more brutal, more manipulative, and utterly cutthroat. Plus, LOTR needs Witcher's sass. Please. I need Gil-galad being snarky at a council meeting, roasting Elrond while debating war strategies.

I will throw in more monsters—no question. I'm a monster girlie through and through. I’m thinking creatures that haven’t been seen since Morgoth’s time, so ancient and so terrifying that even the Elves are like, “Uhm… what?” I will add in a couple of contracts for monster hunters to deal with these things, but obviously, it all ties into the larger political schemes and personal arcs.

Races/Species: I am reimagining the Elves and Dwarves, Witcher-style. What if there’s a secret society of Elves who’ve been experimenting on themselves, trying to become more powerful? I will give them this dark, eerie vibe—maybe some of them have turned themselves into something almost monstrous in their pursuit of perfection. And the Dwarves? Oh, I will have them unearth something they should’ve left buried.

Humor and Sass: You know I will sprinkle in the sass. I can be a sassy petty bitch if need appears and I need them to have this sharp-edged humour! I need characters who are sarcastic, dry-humored, and unafraid to throw shade, even in the middle of serious situations. Elrond will roll his eyes at least once. And King Gil-galad? He will have moments where his sarcasm is so sharp it’s basically another weapon.

Some examples of quotes I cooked so far (not saying who said what duh):

"I never wanted to be your enemy. You think it doesn’t tear me apart to see you like this? You, who I would follow into every darkness… But you’ve made it so easy to forget who you were.... who we were. And maybe… maybe I’m the fool for believing we could ever go back."

"Mercy is a luxury we can no longer afford. I’ll not risk everything for the sake of a few lives. This world was built on blood, and it will drown in it before we’re done. So tell me... what side of history will you stand on, when the bodies fall?"

"I don’t need you to be strong for me. I just need you. The world has been cruel, Galadriel, but the cruelest thing is being without you. I’ve tried to be what everyone needed me to be, but gods… I am so tired. Just… come back to me. Please."

"So I heard you have a wraith problem." "I said "my wife", not ‘my wraith". "Did I stutter?"

"It’s truly fascinating how you manage to speak so much while saying so little. I wasn’t aware that ignorance could be weaponized so effectively. My sincerest congratulations on being a living example of that."

"Well, that was certainly one way to handle it. Not the right way, mind you, but points for creativity."

"Sometimes I wish we could bottle that joy and keep it safe for all time—the way they love so fiercely, so unconditionally. It’s a reminder that despite the burdens we carry as leaders, there is still room for joy, for laughter, and for love. Perhaps we should learn from them, not just how to govern but how to live. If I could protect that innocence, I would do so without hesitation. It’s our responsibility to guard these precious moments and create a world where they can thrive, free from the shadows of conflict."

[ Also sidenote but we have a little Elrond/Galadriel Discord server called "A Corner of Rivendell" if you're interested, just send me a dm and I'll give you an invite! I'm collecting stuff for a secret santa that will be announced soon enough so we all have time to prepare!!]

[valardynasty]

Josea Buzon art on Instagram.

[ichabodjane]

WIP Ping Pong

The tag challenge is to share however much you'd like from a WIP. Here's some Aronwyn modern AU:

He did sing on occasion, so softly that at first she wasn’t sure what she was hearing. Unlike Fuller’s incessant whistling, Arondir’s voice was calm and soothing, winding through the sounds of the breeze and the birds like it came from the landscape itself. It brought Bronwyn back to her childhood home: her mother stroking her hair as she fell asleep or working their land as Bronwyn played on the porch. Several times, Bronwyn stopped what she as doing entirely just to listen for awhile. And then she found herself humming along, once his melodies became familiar. She stopped when she noticed Arondir watching her. “Sorry,” she muttered, her face flushing in embarrassment. “It’s catchy.” “No need for apology,” he replied, one side of his full lips quirking up in a small smile. “Music is to be shared.”

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[wordbunch]

Their love song (Taylor Swift edition) > The Rings of Power characters

a/n: welcome to my little self-indulgent celebration of 700 followers! 🥳 EVEN IF you're not a fan/don't know the songs, I hope you can still like and support this fic - a lot of time and love went into it! and by all means come talk to me about it or suggest your own songs! love you all so much and thank you for reading my stories and being a wonderful community 💕

HALBRAND ♡ cruel summer

Please look at these lyrics and tell me it isn't just perfect for him!! You never really planned on falling for him, ever, but alas, something captivated you - his eyes looking down on you from a height difference, the way he seemed to understand you more than anyone else in certain moments, and how he was adamant to be around you. He was very cocky and confident when you admitted it at last.

ARONDIR ♡ peace

Maybe you come from different backgrounds, but there is nothing that you wouldn't do for each other. He is very protective of you, but he is also cautious because he never wants you to be in danger because of him. Although your relationship can be judged negatively, the only important thing is what the two of you feel for one another - true love.

ELENDIL ♡ labyrinth

Things haven't exactly been easy after his wife suddenly died, and he had mixed feelings about moving on; somehow, with you it was kind of effortless and unexpectedly natural. He struggled with it within himself for some time, but you were understanding and supportive the whole time, and he began feeling much better when he accepted his developing feelings for you.

CELEBRIMBOR ♡ lover

Honestly, he kind of is a magnetic force, and he would also be a total romantic to his partner and spoil them in so many ways. Admittedly, he's lived through a lot of things and challenges, but ending up with you seemed like a reward at the end of everything, and he never wants to let you go.

GALADRIEL ♡ daylight

She certainly has her struggles and her mind can be a very occupied place, so she really didn't expect to find captivating romantic love among all the mess. You bring brightness and warmth to her life like nobody else, and she lights up when she is around you, especially when the two of you are alone.

ISILDUR ♡ blank space

He is still quite young and impulsive, and everything else that comes with it, and also naturally curious and a bit of a troublemaker - never a dull moment. When you two first met, you didn't think it would go anywhere, but quickly you fell for his reckless charm, and decided to give it a go anyways. It's a passionate and unpredictable relationship which can end at any time, but he is so wrapped around your finger that you highly doubt it.

VALANDIL ♡ sparks fly

He is also crazy, young and exciting, but something won't let you let him go. He is aware of his strengths and he knows how to play them exactly right to keep you on your toes and crazy about him. Maybe it isn't the most stable of relationships, but hey, as long as you're having a good time!

GIL-GALAD ♡ gorgeous

He is so royal and classy and naturally, captivated your attention within mere seconds in his presence. At first you might have been a little intimidated (who wouldn't be?) and you had mixed feelings within yourself - he surely already had someone, so you decided it would be best to wait for him to approach you. Years and years later, you both like to jokingly reminisce on those moments.

BRONWYN ♡ new year's day

Life can be tough, and people can be difficult to deal with, but the two of you have each other's back through it all. While you have your arguments and disagreements occasionally, and maybe someone judges your relationship, at the end of the day there is nobody else that the two of you would rather share your troubles with.

ELROND ♡ you are in love

This sweet soul had to get this song assigned to him! Your love bloomed steadily over centuries of close friendship and understanding, you shared a quiet, unspoken bond, and it was just the most natural thing ever. It eventually became difficult to pinpoint when exactly it turned into something more than platonic, because for so long it had been the two of you together, side by side.

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[ailendolin]

Strength For Tomorrow - A TRoP Fic (3/3)

Characters: Camnir, Elrond, Vorohil, Rían, Malendol, Celebrimbor, Gil-galad, Arondir

Summary: Camnir joins the Siege of Eregion. It does not change everything but it changes enough. Spoilers for 2x07 and speculation for 2x08.

A/N: The last chapter has just been posted! This was supposed to be a little 3k thing that has grown absurdly out of proportion. I have no regrets, though, because I promised to fix 2x07 and this is apparently what happens when you make such promises.

“I need you to take me with you to Eregion.” “No,” Vorohil and Rían say in unison. Camnir groans and throws his hands up in the air. “Why not?” “Because Commander Elrond’s orders were quite clear regarding you,” Rían tells him. “And I happen to agree with him.”

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[nocompromise-noregrets]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power (TV 2022) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Arondir/Bronwyn (The Rings of Power) Characters: Bronwyn (The Rings of Power), Arondir (The Rings of Power) Additional Tags: Bronwyn and Arondir Founded Dol Amroth, Dol Amroth Series: Part 24 of Writers' Month 2023 Summary:

Bronwyn and Arondir, in their first full summer on the island, contemplate the future, and Arondir gives their new settlement a name.

Written for @writersmonth 2023, day 24, prompt 'summer'.

This one's for the lovely @spiced-wine-fic, who has given me some wonderful prompts for these two this month.

I finally got round to looking up Dol Amroth properly and I found that actually Galadriel and Celeborn founded it (those two! who knew, certainly not me XD ) but I'm already doing a bit of handwaving by calling it an island when it's actually a headland (as far as I'm concerned it looks a lot like Mont St Michel in France), so why not handwave a little bit more and say that it was Bronwyn and Arondir instead. :D :D :D

[the-winnowing-wind]

The next chapter of my what if TROP were like ATLA fic (a.k.a Elves with complicated feelings go on a journey) is up!!!

Summary:

Adar wears his armor, as he always does, and it does not occur to him to wear anything else. Although all at once, seeing Arondir, in his loose tunic, in the short sleeves, light, the heaviness of it weighs across his shoulders.

The other watches him, waits in serene patience for a response though the minutes draw long.

At last, Adar nods, quiet, and moves himself to form in slow, measured words. “I would like that.”

Arondir’s smile is the brightest warmth of all.

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Or, Arondir takes Adar to see a river with sage blossoms covering the banks, miles of them.

Or, by the river, Adar remembers. Or, by the river, Arondir gives Adar a gift. (Bonus: Galadriel attempts a request, but it's hard for her.)

[hikarielizabethbloom]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power (TV 2022) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Galadriel | Artanis & Sauron | Mairon, Celeborn/Galadriel | Artanis/Halbrand (The Rings of Power), Galadriel | Artanis & Halbrand (The Rings of Power), Arondir/Bronwyn (The Rings of Power), Arondir (The Rings of Power)/Galadriel | Artanis Characters: Galadriel | Artanis, Arondir (The Rings of Power), Bronwyn (The Rings of Power), Halbrand (The Rings of Power), Celeborn (Tolkien) Additional Tags: Angst, Friendship, Sad with a Happy Ending, Lost Love Summary:

Galadriel and Arondir's friendship. That's it!

[mistandshcdow]

Arondir was a soldier. He had fought Morgoth, he had fought Adar, and now he would fight Sauron, again and again until the battle ended. It never did.

Short season 2 character study of Arondir as he deals with the death of Bronwyn and his place in the new fight against Sauron.

Title from ‘The Queen and the Soldier’ by Suzanne Vega.