#dwarf x elf

[dionis-kaos]

Gigolas porque Why the fuck not???

[djsherriff]

[ben-phantomhive-trash]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gimli (Son of Glóin)/Legolas Greenleaf Characters: Gimli (Son of Glóin), Legolas Greenleaf, Thranduil Additional Tags: Silmarils, Elf Lore, beren and luthien reference, Marriage Proposal, Marriage, Dwarf/Elf Relationship(s), Dwarf Culture & Customs, Elf Culture & Customs, Fantasy Racism (it gets better), Hurt/Comfort Summary:

Gimli asks for Legolas' hand in marriage and Thranduil laughs at him, tasking him with obtaining a Silmaril. Gimli delivers it.

[4uru]

Oh to be a 12 year old, in lockdown, isolated from friends, listening to @itsapmseymour for the first time since the "god creating things " compilation in 5th grade or smth. And there was this one post about a dwarf and elf dating, and how wonderful it would be, the dwarf would work in the forge and the elf would sing to them for hours.

Anyway, i created these characters when i was 12, i love them, and would die for them

(Art is in chronological order)

(2020)

(2021)

(2022)

Part two here

[theavengerfairy]

Wild and Divine: Not What They Seem (Pt. 1)

SNAP!

Guinevere sharply jolted to a halt, cringing as her armor clattered loudly from the sudden shift in momentum. Instinctively tightening her grip on her great grandmother's warhammer, her gray eyes carefully surveyed the section of forest around her while her ears strained to listen over the wild thumping of her own heart for anything skittering or slinking through the foliage. However, save for the twittering of some birds in the distance, the only sign of life within the immediate vicinity seemed to be herself; she likely had her armor clanking and clashing like the percussion section of an orchestra to thank for that. Still, the uneasiness in her belly refused to be quelled, her lips remaining pursed in a fine line as she lowered her weapon and rose back to her full height. That was when she heard it again, albeit much quieter this time: snap! Her head jerking instinctively in the direction of the noise, she found herself scowling down at her own foot, and a hot, scarlet flush had soon crept its way across her face as she just stared at the slender twig that had broken beneath her weight.

"Thank the gods no one was around to witness that. Get ahold of yourself, Guin!"

After sharply shaking her head as if that would somehow cast off the conscious memory of her blunder and any lingering sense of shame along with it, the ginger dwarf tilted her head back to peer into the thick, leafy canopy overhead, hoping to catch a glimpse of the sky above, but while rays of warm sunlight managed to filter through the tangle of leaves and branches, the sun itself remained tucked out of view. With no point of reference to go off of, she could only assume she had been wandering for at least a few hours if not longer, a conclusion that the dull aching starting to set into her limbs seemed to support. Nonetheless, she willed her feet to resume their march onward, opting to occupy her mind with mulling over the, quite frankly, vague details the villagers had provided for her about her target.

"Tall with large antlers and glowing eyes…that could literally be anything. For all I know, this 'monster' of theirs is just an oversized buck…Helm's Gauntlets, if only I could be that lucky."

Even as that thought flickered across her mind, she knew it was absurd. The hunters in the village, some of the first people to have encountered the being, would've recognized a buck even if it had been dark out when they crossed its path. Then, of course, there was the earring encrusted with dried blood that they had given her, claiming to have torn it off of the creature when defending themselves. Whatever she was out here looking for was no mere forest animal; that's why these people had asked for her help when she chanced upon their town the previous evening while searching for an inn or tavern capable of providing a hot meal and a decent night's rest.

"Several of the villagers called the thing a demon, but none of the local priests could actually verify that was the case…I could try a fiend detection spell or a locating spell with that earring again, but I've already cast both of those a few times and gotten absolutely nothing. The last thing I need is to find whatever this thing is only to end up in deep trouble because my magic's completely tapped out. Still, unless I want to spend several more hours or even days out here looking for a needle in a haystack, I need some kind of strategy. Not to mention, the sooner I take care of this, the sooner these people can sleep at night."

At some point during her internal monologue, the cleric's right hand had left the hilt of her weapon and instinctively wrapped itself around her holy amulet. As she now rubbed the engraved disk between her fingers, every groove and ridge comfortingly familiar, a thought struck her, an idea that should've been obvious from the beginning. She had agreed to lend this town her aid out of compassion and a sense of duty as a servant of Helm, the god of protection. Who better to ask for aid?

Scanning her surroundings for a suitable spot to hunker down for a short time, Guinevere eventually settled on a massive tree, its roots curling and weaving to create a few pockets amongst their network large enough for her to sit in with her back flat against the trunk which was notably broader in diameter than her shoulders. Plopping down into one of the gaps, she carefully laid her weapon across her lap, her left hand still firmly clasping the handle, before allowing her eyes to flutter closed. Breathing in deeply, she shifted her focus from forest around her, from her own crowded thoughts, from the traces of adrenaline still trickling through her veins, and instead honed in on the holy symbol she held close, on the buzzing warmth of divine energy that pulsed deep inside her due to her connection with The Vigilant One. As she exhaled, her prayer tumbled forth from her lips.

"Helm, guide your servant. Help your faithful one protect this village from…whatever it is I'm looking for out here. If days of searching on foot are what is required of me, I will do what is necessary. However, if there is a better way of resolving this, please show me."

Her phrasing was less eloquent than some of her fellow disciples back home surely would've liked, but to Guin, the words felt plain but true. Patiently, she waited, her attention remaining affixed to that spiritual tether inside it. Even as a gentle breeze stirred the branches above, sending a few leaves raining down around her, her eyes remained closed. Even as her stomach started to gurgle and grumble a bit, her focus didn't waver. Even when she started to wonder if maybe she should have chosen her words more carefully, she quickly cast such a superficial worry from her thoughts to keep her mind clear. Helm would answer. He had been faithful in far more dire circumstances than this. She just had to give it some more time.

"Meow."

Guinevere had hardly opened her eyes, her brow already wrinkling in confusion, when something small and hard bounced off of her forehead. As the acorn hit the ground and rolled for a second before stopping beside the dwarf's foot, she craned her neck so she could peer up into the mess of boughs and greenery directly above her. She noticed the brilliant golden eyes first, then the fluffy head and body, and lastly the long tail and legs, one of which was already outstretched towards another cluster of unsuspecting acorns dangling from a nearby branch.

Before her mind could get dragged down a rabbit hole of wondering whether the cat had already been in the tree or had snuck up into it at some point during her prayer (with either scenario still bringing her perception skills into question), the cleric set her weapon aside and pushed herself onto her feet. Her hands fell to rest on her hips as she stared up at the fluffy feline, which had apparently forgotten about the acorns entirely as it watched her closely now instead.

"What are you doing out here, little-" Guin paused before angling her head to try and catch a glimpse of the creature's backside beneath its tail, and for a second, she could've sworn the cat actually scowled at her, "-fella? Are you from the village? Did you escape and end up lost?"

"Meow."

Watching as the cat stretched languidly as though he was exactly where he belonged nestled among the tree's many branches, the ginger dwarf could only sigh heavily. There was no way she could just leave the little guy out here where he could get hurt or eaten. Perhaps this was Helm's way of telling her to go back and regroup, which truth wasn't really the answer she had been hoping for.

"Alright little guy, I have a feeling that there's somebody who'll be pretty sad if you don't come home because you got hurt or eaten. " Guin called in a tone she hoped translated as sweet, her arms outstretched to the fluffy feline. "Let's get you out of here and back where you belong."

The cat didn't move right away, but as Guin watched, it gracefully rose up onto its, took a step forward, and eventually…started swatting at the cluster of acorns from before, sending a few more of them raining down on the dwarf's head.

"Hey!" Throwing up an arm to shield herself until the aerial barrage had ceased, the cleric shot the cat a disapproving look before sighing loudly, her hands dropping down to her hips once more. "You're going to make me have to come up there, aren't you?"

"Meow."

Ignoring her newfound awareness of just how heavy her armor was as she pivoted to face the tree trunk behind her, Guinevere ran her fingers over the natural texture of the bark until she found some grooves that could possibly provide her some purchase. With a grunt, she hoisted herself off of the ground, her feet sliding a bit until settling into a suitable foothold, and started dragging herself up a little bit at a time. Every few seconds, she would glance back at her target again to check that he hadn't, in fact, jumped down while her back was turned and made her look like a complete fool, but the cat had returned to lazily sprawling on what was, fortunately for the dwarf, one of the lowest branches while it peered at her. Eventually, she drew close enough to hoist herself up onto the bough, which creaked faintly beneath her as she now inched her way towards the cat, whose tail began to flick as she drew nearer.

"Yeah, yeah, spare me the attitude, would you? I'm trying to help." Guinevere grumbled, flinching as the tree branch groaned again, a bit louder this time, "Gods above, please don't let this break."

The cat's eyes almost seemed to narrow at her before he tucked his legs beneath his body, shifting into a low crouch.

Guinevere's breathing hitched sharply. "Don't you dare."

Apparently he dared. As the cat silently flung himself into the air and sailed over her head, Guin's body moved of its own accord before her mind could think better of it. Hardly had her arms somehow managed to coil around the furry beast while he yowled in protest before she felt her stomach lurch into her ribcage as her body started to slide off of the bough.

"Shit."

As the two of them fell through the air, Guin quickly hugged the cat to her chest and curled as much of her body around him as possible before bracing herself for impact. Pain exploded throughout her entire body when she collided with the ground, her ears ringing from the cacophonous clamor of her armor, and she couldn't quite suppress a whimper as her left hip in particular throbbed with a newfound vengeance. Groaning as she forced herself to sit up despite the mass protest of her muscles, she glanced down to inspect the fur ball in her arms for injuries, and in different circumstances, she might've chuckled a bit at how his puffed up fur almost doubled his size. Outside of the shade of the treetop, she could now make out a few more details about her new acquaintance, the most unusual being that his long, dark fur had an almost greenish tint to it. She could also just barely make out some faint, stripe-like patterns in his coat, with several of the shapes merging along his brow to form what almost resemble antlers. Also, were those blackberries that she smelled on his breath?

"So before making yourself comfy up in that tree, you rolled around in the grass until it stained your fur and snacked on some wild berries, hm? You're lucky that you didn't eat any poisonous ones by mistake."

"Meow."

"He looks startled and kinda annoyed, but he doesn't seem hurt." Guin thought to herself as she resumed her examination, carefully running her fingers along the cat's back and sides to check for any tenderness or open wounds. "I could use a spell just to be safe—no, a healing draught would be better. I shouldn't use any more of my magic unless I have to. Getting him to drink it might be tricky though…"

Digging through the leather pouch attached to her belt, she was relieved to find that the few vials of tempered glass containing the healing potions had miraculously not shattered upon impact. Uncorking one of them, she brought it to her lips and tossed her head back, downing the scarlet liquid in a few greedy gulps before sighing a bit as the pain in her side lessened somewhat even if it didn't fade completely. Feeling the patter of little paws along her legs, she looked down to observe the cat slowly creeping along her lap towards the bag, his nose twitching wildly as he sniffed at something that had apparently caught his interest. As she watched, his pupils dilated to near perfect circles before, in a flash of movement, he shoved his whole face into the pouch.

"Hey! Get out of there-"

Before the dwarf's fingertips could even brush along his fur, the fluffy little menace yanked his head free, and Guin only glimpsed a brief sparkle of something gold in his mouth before he had sprung from her lap. Already rising to her feet despite the sharp stabbing that resonated from her hip, the cleric's hand flew into her bag and her stomach sank as she realized what was missing.

"The earring!"

Her head jerking in the direction the furry little thief had jumped, she barely caught a flicker of his fluffy tail disappearing into the brush, the quiet rustling of leaves the only sign of his presence as he ran. Clenching her teeth in anticipation of the pain to come, she sprinted after him, refusing to slow down even as her side screamed at her.

"Bad kitty! Come back here! I need that!"

[dannymatthewsfictive]

Goddamn thats cute https://youtube.com/shorts/d1lt_3pwH2M?si=cW2CFAq_5_qaf10d

[master-muffinn]

Lotr/the hobbit x druid!reader pt2

Ori x reader, Thorin x reader, Elrond x reader

Here is the >> part 1 << thank you so much for +500 likes/reblogs for that one! I hope you like this one too! ^^

Ori

🧸 You're the most beautiful being he has ever laid eyes on. At the start he would be too shy to approach you. So he will ask his friends about love and relationships, but also what they know about druids, which isn't so easy since druids aren’t common at all (at least in my fanfictions).

🧸 Ori LOVES your animal forms, specially the ones with fur and he will ask you as nicely as he can master, if he can pet you in any of it's form.

 “Excuse me y/n, if you ever would have the time to transform into any animal, would it be alright if i could pet you? Of course only if you would be fine with it and if it wouldn't make you uncomfortable?”

🧸 If you came with them on their journey to take back Erebor, Ori will tell you awkwardly and a bit shyly, that he doesn't mind holding you if you ever get tired of flying/walking. 

🧸 He is going to try so hard for you! You are so strong, dependable and just so amazing to him. Ori is really looking up to you and he wants you to feel like you can depend on him too! He wants to protect you too, even if he isn't so strong, but he will train extra hard for you! You probably have to tell him once in a while that he is good enough or he will think he is unworthy of you.

Thorin

💎 Doesn't believe Gandalf when he tells him that a druid will be supporting them in their journey. 

“Nobody I know has ever met a druid and hearing about them isn't often. I bet they are nothing but a myth”.

💎 When Thorin meets you he still doesn't believe you're a druid. Just probably an odd wizard/witch that is playing tricks on him. Until you transform…holy shit! Can wizards/witches do that?? He looks at Gandalf only to see him smirking. 

💎 It isn't your animal forms or element abilities that interest him, but the way you transform. The way your body bends and takes shapes after whatever you are supposed to transform to. The moment you change, the moment he has his eyes on you. It may be weird for you or him, but Thorin can't help it! It's so fascinating and it's like he is trying to figure out how you are doing it, but always fails. 

💎 Thorin has probably been looking at you a little too much during battles because the way you fight with your abilities makes you look so gorgeous. Which could leave him getting seriously injured if his teammates didn't watch his back.

“Y/n stop distracting Thorin! Or he loses his focus and dies before making it to Erebor!”

“What!? I didn't do anything?!”

Thorin: “S-shut up!”

Elrond

🍁 He knows the moment he sees you, that you're a druid. 

“It was a long time ago I met a druid. I’m glad to see there's still some more out there”.

🍁 Elrond will invite you over for dinner and have them serve you the best they can make. And he’ll offer you a place to stay for a few days if you're not in a hurry somewhere else.

🍁 Elrond love's to watch you using your ‘magic’ on flowers and plants. He loves to watch how you move your hands so gracefully and shape the plants the way you want it. It's so stunning every time! 

🍁 The first time you showed him your powers. You'd asked Elrond about the beautiful flowers in his garden and if you could take some seeds with you. Elrond of course accepted and was about to go and get you the seeds but he stopped in his tracks and watched you move your hands around one of the flowers and give it enough energy to have it grow the seeds you needed. Elrond stood there speechless. That was something he’d never witnessed before and it was so magnificent.

“Would you like to have some other flower seeds as well?”

Thank you for reading! Have a good day! ❤ Reblogs are very appreciated 🥰

Post made by @master-muffinn

[ayamikasai]

I couldn't decide which one of my rook OCs to draw for Veiltober so I went with all of them lol

From left to right: Junae (Elf), unnamed (Dwarf), unnamed (Human), Karas (Qunari).

I love my babies so much. <3

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❤️Timelapses!

[mudd-art]

Orrin got the anti-romance bug, Halsin is immune. (ref)

They went on a wildshape date to the lake.

[royalbeemilk]

god bless u J.C. Leyndecker and your art of yearning 🫡

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i luv rumi x astarion they’re my moon and sun couple 5ever

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[samleewins]

Legolas and Gimli anime style

Lucia's fault I drew this.

[lunafeather]

Eternally annoyed that all of Neve's romance scenes were blocked as tho her partner is as tall as or taller than her (so likely a dude) which really makes it funny/awkward when the Rook she's kissing is a good 8 inches shorter than her. Also Neve is so sapphic like it just ruffles my feathers that it was assumed she'd be kissing dudes left and right

So I'm drawing art of Naz and Neve out of spite 😌

[el-huddpudd]

and for when somebody who makes gifsets takes a whack at this...

Critical Role: EXU Calamity - Excelsior - Episode 1 - 5:20

Dimension 20: Ravening War - The Seeds of Conflict - Episode 1 - 3:55

Critical Role: EXU Calamity - Fire and Ruin - Episode 4 - 6:05:40

Dimension 20: Burrow's End - The First Stoats - Episode 7 - 1:21:26

[deadthingposting]

Tolkien : yeah dwarfs hate basically every other race and they have a special hatred for elfs specifically

Everyone including Tolkien himself: but what if, hear me out a dwarf and a elf become friends? Like the bestest of friends like lovers even

[4uru]

Do you sometimes by accident sketch something so relatable that it makes u want to melt into it?

I need zia to drown me in that pint-

[theavengerfairy]

Wild and Divine - A Special Day

Something was missing. Even with slumber’s haze still shrouding most of his mind as he stirred, Mar could sense the noticeable difference in his surroundings almost immediately. There was meant to be a beautiful dwarf cozily curled up beside him in bed, and yet when his eyes fluttered open, he was greeted instead by an empty space, the smells of incense and herbs lingering on the sheets the only evidence that his wife had once been there at all. Taking a moment to gather his thoughts as he slowly sat up on the mattress, the elf recalled that he had sensed Guinevere slipping as quietly as she could from the bed during his nightly trance, though not before depositing a loving peck on his forehead as he rested. It was strange, however, for her to wake before him, just as strange in fact as her heading to bed much earlier than usual the previous night. The more he mulled over his wife’s odd behavior, the more Mar’s innards began to uneasily twist and churn in his belly. However, just as his ears started to droop like wilting leaves, they perked up again at the soft padding of feet against the wooden floorboards of the hallway, Guinevere’s distinct gait unmistakable.

As their bedroom door creaked open, Mar’s nose was immediately flooded by several distinct and delectable scents wafting into the room. The sharp tang of citrus, the slightly tart sweetness of berries, the hearty warmth of something freshly baked, the sugary yet woody aroma of syrup, and the bitter bite of coffee ebbed by milk and some kind of sweetener all mingled in the air as the elf’s attention was drawn to his darling wife, her arms laden with a large tray. 

“You’re awake! Damn it, I knew I should’ve gotten up earlier.” Guinevere remarked, her bottom lip puckering in a slight pout as she shuffled towards her husband, the dishes and cutlery on the platter clattering faintly with each step. “You haven’t been up long, have you?”

When Mar shook his head, the troubled wrinkle along Guin’s brow relaxed and her pout shifted into a gentle smile instead. Circling around to the druid’s side, she carefully balanced the tray on the bedside table before hopping up beside him on the mattress, her arms circling around his middle while she leaned against him. Mar surveyed the contents of the platter with wide eyes, the variety of fresh fruits sparkling like rare gemstones while steam curled off of the biggest, fluffiest pancakes the elf had ever seen. Almost as if on cue, his stomach rumbled loudly, having promptly unraveled all the knots it twisted itself into only moments ago at the promise of food.

“Is this for me?”

“Mmm hmm, although I’m contractually obligated to tell you that I had some help putting it together. I was going to try and make the pancakes myself, but Butter insisted I ‘leave it to a professional,’” Guinevere rambled, rolling her eyes but smiling all the same. Lifting herself up onto her knees, she delicately kissed her husband’s cheek, which flushed a soft shade of dark rose at her touch. “Happy Birthday, Mar.”

In that instant, any lingering trepidation in Mar’s heart evaporated on the spot, and he chuckled softly at himself, his fretting now seeming quite foolish. The only offense his sweet little wife was guilty of was trying to surprise him to remind him of his specialness to her, behavior which correlated perfectly with her nature. His chest swelling with a feathery lightness now, he pivoted his body towards Guinevere and seized her lips in a tender kiss, her taste still the sweetest flavor to ever hit his tongue. He felt her hands come to rest on either side of his face while his own fingers found their way to her lower back, both of them leaning deeper into the leisurely embrace. 

“You’re…wearing that berry lip gloss again.” Mar murmured when their lips parted, his own already curving into an amused smirk. “I thought your supply was running low and you were trying to save what you had left until you could get more.”

“Well, today’s a special occasion. A little extra effort felt appropriate.” Guinevere replied, donning her own impish smile as her eyes sparkled like polished silver.

A little extra effort. Those coy words rang in Mar’s ears as his eyes drank in his wife’s appearance, finally observing that the lip gloss wasn’t the only difference in her look. Instead of the nightshirt he distinctly remembered her wearing the previous evening, her curves were now snugly wrapped in the robin’s egg blue fabric of a satin bathrobe, the tiniest twitch of the flesh beneath causing the material to ripple and shimmer in the morning light. As his gaze traveled along the garment’s steep neckline and mid-thigh hem that left little to the imagination, he could already feel another kind of hunger starting to smolder deep in his belly, a hunger that begged him to remove what minimal space separated the two of them by pulling the little cleric onto his lap with her delectably plump thighs straddling him. However, before his yearnings could get the better of him, his attention was ensnared by a boxy outline straining against a pocket in the robe.

Giggling at the curious furrowing of her husband’s brow, Guinevere slipped her hand into the pocket and plucked out the small, somewhat clumsily wrapped package inside. “Don’t laugh at the paper. I did my best but you know ‘delicate’ things aren’t really my forte. Besides, you’re just going to rip it off anyways.”

Once she placed the small box in his hands, a rascally twinkle ignited in Mar’s eyes as he briefly glanced at his wife and then back at the package, his slender fingers tracing along its side until he discovered the edge of decorative wrapping. Gradually, he began to peel back the paper along the seams with exaggerated care to ensure it didn’t rip, antics which earned him a playful swat on his bicep accompanied by more of Guinevere’s melodious laughter. He tossed the parchment aside with a showy flourish, but as he removed the lid of the box to reveal its contents, his mischief began to give way to genuine awe. Nestled atop a plush cushion were two golden hair pins that almost seemed to glow when they caught a beam of sun. Clusters of dainty leaves interwoven with sprigs of pearls sprouted along each shaft, every ridge and divot in the metal almost lifelike, and perched amid a bed of foliage near the top of each stick was a sizeable golden moth, its wings unfurled to showcase their intricate detailing.

“I’m going to assume that gobsmacked expression means you like them.” Guin purred, looking rather pleased with herself as she gingerly fished out one of the ornaments. “I just about drove Ursa crazy with how long I was deliberating over different designs, but I wanted to make sure they suited you perfectly.”

“Oh? And why was this choice ‘perfect’ for me? I’m curious now.” Mar mused while running his longer along one of the bug’s impossibly fine antennae. “I mean, I see a little resemblance but something tells me there’s more to it than that.”

“Well-“ Guin began, gently placing the hair pin back in the box alongside its twin before reaching up to brush a stray strand of Mar’s hair away from his face, “-moths are often misunderstood. Some people believe all these misconceptions about them, but those that take the time to learn the truth know what beautiful, gentle, elegant, and majestic creatures they really are.”

For a moment, Mar was at a loss for words and could only stare at his wife, at those gray eyes that saw so much more than just what was directly in front of her. Setting her present aside, he wrapped her in a tight embrace, his face burying in the curve of her neck as he tried to find his voice again.

“You really are something else.” he eventually whispered against her skin, “My greatest gift of all.”

A crimson blush invading her face while little wings fluttered frantically about in her stomach, Guinevere deposited yet another kiss on Mar’s cheek before turning her attention back to the tray on the bedside table. “The food’s going to get cold soon if you don’t eat it. Have your breakfast and then you can decide what you want to do for your special day, okay?”

“Mmm, as good as everything looks, can I have the gourmet meal right in front of me instead?” Mar purred while his hands crept their way back down to firmly clasp her hips. “It looks so delicious: some warm rolls, supple thighs, and an extra generous serving of cake-“

“MAR ALFAUST!” Guinevere squealed shrilly, trying and failing to wriggle free from her husband’s grasp as her cheeks transitioned from a soft pink to a vibrant scarlet. “Eat the breakfast that damn cat and I made for you!”

“Yes, Guinedeer,” her husband crooned cheekily, lifting his head so he could nuzzle his nose against her burning temple. With his lips hovering just beside her ear, he quietly added, “Thank you for all of this, my love. Thank you for making me feel special.”

“You are special, Mar, especially to me.”