#ecthelion x reader

[doodle-pops]

Alright big BIG question!

Which elves are more likely to fall for a mortal lover and why in your opinion?

I really like your blog by the way! 😃

A/N: I love you for liking my blog 😘. Could have sworn I had an ask like this done before...

Falls for you regardless of your mortality because love is love and all they wish to do is be in your presence…

— Maglor, Celebrimbor, Fingon, Argon, AEGNOR (we all knew this), Galdor, Glorfindel, Rog, Beleg, Elladan, Elrohir, Gil-Galad

Falls but (struggles a bit) has to come to terms with your mortality, and the idea of suffering an endless heartbreaking form of pain scares them, knowing one day you will leave and never reunite…

— Caranthir, Finrod, Ecthelion, Elrond (and I solely believe that he would be frightened because of all the people he loved and easily lost, he doesn’t want to bear the pain of your death)

[lamemaster]

Elves Reaction to a Mythical S/O

Request: I saw the “ Feel free to request “ in the bio and I wanted to ask if you could write something like a Mermaid!Reader Or Fairy!Reader headcanons with Maedhros Celegorm Caranthir Glorfindel and Ecthelion? I would appreciate it <3

Characters: Maedhros, Celegorm, Caranthir, Glorfindel, Ecthellion

AN: Took some creative liberty with some of these but I hope you still like them. Also, the way I got carried away with Celegorm is not real. I hope you like it and thanks for requesting this! (Divider by @cafekitsune)

Celegorm- Celegorm lay wounded, his lifeblood seeping into the quiet forests of Beleriand. Beside him, Dior's lifeless form grew cold, devoid of the light that once animated it. As he awaited his inevitable end, Celegorm allowed himself a moment to embrace the surroundings. The scent of damp earth, the gentle rustle of leaves in the air, and the murmurs of the horrified trees—all of it reached his senses, and even in his pain, he found solace in these simple pleasures. He dared not contemplate his fate, for whatever awaited him was yet unknown. Suddenly, a subtle thrum of activity surrounded him, a buzz that reverberated through the forest. Even the trees whispered a name he couldn't grasp. And then he smelled it—the sweet, cloying scent of decay. It was reminiscent of rotting grapes, withering to produce wine, or overripe fruits dissolving into the soil. "Oh, look what they left us this time—one still alive," your voice chimed like a symphony of bells in Celegorm's pain-addled mind. From his blurred vision, Celegorm observed as flowers bloomed beneath your every step. And then, you stopped right in front of him. "Help," he managed to croak, and you laughed. Mirroring your laughter, Celegorm felt a surge of mirth course through him, even as his blood continued to flow excessively. "Ah, my pet," you crouched down, and Celegorm instinctively leaned into your touch as your fingers grazed his cheek. "Should I truly save you?" You tilted your head innocently, your silver-hued skin shimmering in the dappled sunlight. A crown adorned with sapphires rested upon your head, complementing the brilliance of your sparkling eyes. "Think carefully," you whispered with a playful smile on your lips, and Celegorm became captivated by their allure. "A bargain with the fae is no trivial matter." As a sharp pain invaded his mind and body, Celegorm's gaze lost focus. Your talons, sharp and unyielding, grasped his wound, prying it open further. Despite the agony coursing through him, Celegorm found himself nodding, his voice barely a plea, "Please…". “Alright, then elf,” in seconds the wound that you had pried open closes and Celegorm stares in disbelief as his skin stitches itself back together under your touch. By the time you are done, there rests a brand where Dior’s sword had once impaled him. Your brand on him.

Ecthellion- Long ago, in the Ages of the Trees, Ecthelion had felt the weight of the ocean, a burden he carries with him even now. However, it is not the brine of the ocean that floods his lungs, but the water of his own fountain, leaving him gasping for breath. The misery he experiences now seems more profound than the incident of his childhood. Back then, he held onto hope that someone would come to his rescue, and indeed, you had come. Through the darkness, you swam with your shimmering green tail, and in your arms, you cradled a young Ecthelion. That single act had been enough to ignite his fascination with Alqualondë, drawing him to its shores in search of glimpses of you, the mermaid familiar with the Teleri's realm. Admiration had blossomed into love as Ecthelion fell for his savior. But now… hope has faded. Ecthelion finds it harder to believe in the possibility of a rescue as he drowns in the shallow waters, mere feet from the depths of the ocean. The day he departed the bloodied shores, he shattered any chance of your care. He knows you would not spare a thought for one who sided with the kinslayers. “I wish I had left you…I wish I hadn’t saved you,” the echoes of your final words haunt his ears, replaying over and over as he envisions your tear-stricken figure on the ravaged shores. Even as he draws in the water, he feels his own tears mingling with it, his heart heavy with regret.

Caranthir- Caranthir sighed in frustration as the thread snapped once again, the fifth time within the last two minutes. "Will you please stop already?" he exclaimed, giving up on the futile game of searching for the elusive cause of his thread's constant breaking. Finally, he looked up towards the branch where you sat, a mischievous grin playing on your lips. "Oh, me?" you replied, feigning an expression of shock, vigorously shaking your head. "How could I have possibly done anything from wayyyy up here?" Your playful act may have fooled others, but Caranthir, after years of knowing you, remained unconvinced. Caranthir's frustration simmered as he contemplated your mischievous presence on the branch above. His impulse to chuck a rock at you was quickly suppressed, knowing it wouldn't deter your playful nature. But you weren't oblivious to his internal struggle. With a dramatic flourish, you folded your wings, mocking innocence evident in your eyes. "Oh, look at you," you taunted, your voice carrying a blend of seriousness and amusement. "What did a poor, dainty little fairy do to you? I hope all your needles break and all your threads end up in a tangle." Despite the biting nature of your words, a glimmer of mirth danced in your gaze. Tired of your antics, Caranthir abandoned his position and began to make his way back. But before he could take more than a couple of steps, he felt a familiar weight land upon his back. Your arms encircled him, and your head rested gently on his shoulder. His hands instinctively moved to support your legs, preventing any chance of you slipping. "Forgive me," you whispered softly, your fingers idly playing with his braids. Caranthir didn't utter a single word in response, but the way he his hands securely supported your legs on each side spoke volumes.

Maedhros- Maedhros found himself engulfed in a sea of grief, his heart heavy as he watched his father burn the ships that were meant to aid their kin. The weight of witnessing his father's gradual descent into darkness, coupled with the burden of blood and oath, had taken its toll on Maedhros. The shores were ablaze with the burning remnants of the ships, and amidst the chaos, he discovered you. Your countenance was hidden beneath the veil of long, flowing hair, but one striking feature remained exposed—a majestic teal tail that identified you as a creature of the sea. Lying on the shore, your body bore the scars of burns, rendering you unconscious and vulnerable. Drawn by an invisible force, Maedhros knelt beside you, gently parting the strands of hair that obscured your face. In that moment, he couldn't discern whether it was love or lust that gripped his heart, but he found himself rooted to the spot, unable to tear his gaze away from you. As he pulled you from the water, your tail transformed into naked legs, signifying a profound change and a bridge between worlds. Draping his cloak over your form, Maedhros carried you to the sanctuary of his tent. With tender and feather-soft touches, he applied a healing paste to your wounds, his eyes fixated on your closed eyes. In that intimate exchange, he felt an indescribable connection. You belonged to him, bound together in mind, heart, and soul, intertwining with his own unguarded being. When the following morning arrived, you awakened, your memories of the past washed away like wet ink fading on a page. A new dawn emerged, and the eldest Feanorian rejoiced. For in your rebirth, he saw an opportunity to offer himself to you completely. The sea had dared to separate him from his home, his mother, his people and so he took away something precious from it. Something he keeps a secret even as he hangs from the cliff of Thangodrim. You are to him as the Silmarils were to Feanor. Even in death, Maedhros' spirit would follow you as you traversed the world, your past forgotten in the depths of ages long gone. You were his eternal companion, a tether to a forgotten era, forever intertwined in the tapestry of destiny.

Glorfindel- "Do you truly think Asfaloth's bells are better than mine?" you ask, your figure delicately balanced on the balcony as you fix a piercing glare upon Glorfindel. He finds himself in a predicament he never anticipated, caught off guard by your sudden confrontation. "It's not a matter of comparison, really," the Balrog slayer tries to deflect, hoping to avoid further conflict. However, you refuse to let him off the hook so easily. "Oh, really? Because if I recall correctly, your past romantic odes were filled with praise for the sweet chimes of my own bells, not those on Asfaloth," you remark, plucking at the tinkling bells adorning your anklet to emphasize your point. "These bells carry the essence of my magic, and yet, you hesitated. You faltered at Elohir's foolish question." Glorfindel winces, inwardly cursing Elrond's son for inadvertently causing this current predicament. Stepping closer to you, he channels his sweetest voice, accompanied by a subtle loosening of the top buttons of his shirt. "Melda," Glorfindel begins, his voice tender and sincere, "there is truly no comparison. Even Asfaloth's bells were born out of the days when I pined for you." He gazes into your eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips, as you instinctively reach out and fiddle with the buttons of his shirt." Is that true?" you inquire, a hint of vulnerability lacing your voice. Glorfindel nods, relief washing over him. Crisis Averted for now. He would make sure to apologize to Asfaloth tomorrow.

[mur4sak1]

What would elves do if you spilled a drink on your dress?

A/N:Hi everyone, this is my first headcanon, I really hope you like it.<3 This idea came to my mind by casually reading other headanons but I think it could be nice and original, in short, something different! (English is not my first language but I hope I wrote in the best way).

Situation: We are at an important party full of elves in a large decorated hall. You accidentally spilled the drink on yourself and you don't know what to do but your elves help you to deal with the situation.

Glorfindel=the blond elf would be the first to notice and he was about to laugh when your expression of sadness and fear about the judgment of others changed his expression. He took a drink off the table, came over to you quickly and spilled it all over himself to make it look like it was his fault: “sorry honey,” he said with a smirk. He turned to the elves he was talking with, saying he would take you to another place to change. Once you get away from everyone, you would both laugh together and realize how lucky you are to have him.

Ecthelion= You had just spilled your drink because of a high elf, who had bumped into you; compared to everyone you were quite short and you were sure that sooner or later someone would have bumped into you but you didn't think it could get you into that mess. Echtelion, who was talking to Duilin turned to ask you if you wanted something to eat but as soon as he saw you in that situation he took off the blue cloak he had around his shoulders and used it to cover you. Then he walked with you to the nearest bathroom so he could help you fix that. "I can't leave you alone for a second". His fake angry voice drove you crazy. You approached him and gave him a kiss on the nose. The elf immediately blushed but continued to clean your dress carefully.

Maedhros= oh boy, this elf is gorgeous. As soon as he saw you wet in front of a whole group of high elves he blushed and immediately thought how pretty you looked trying to dry your dress with a handkerchief. You were so small compared to them that you looked like a helpless child. Fingon, who was with you two, brought him back to reality and invite him to do something to help you instead of standing there because he was starting to look like a maniac. After the embarrassment caused by his cousin, he took you to a room used by those who worked in the castle, sat you on a table and began to dry the fabric with a cloth very calmly. "You do not say anything?" you asked him. “What am I supposed to say,” he replied. "Why are you so red?". He hadn't realized it but he was still blushing from the episode that took place in the hall. He started using the cloth faster, so much so that you had to tell him to slow down or he would break your dress. You both started laughing and after a kiss you went back to the room, with Fingon's satisfied look near the drinks table.

Celegorm= let's be honest, Celegorm could easily laugh in front of everyone at the scene if he wasn't really in love with you, but I'm sure this elf's heart can be won too. In case you were the lucky one, he would have the opposite reaction: he would not try to throw all the attention on you but to act as if you didn't exist. He would look at the elves he was talking with and, after a laugh at the end of the speech, he would walk away taking you by the arm and making his way through the crowd. “You are incorrigible” he would tell you as you walked down a long corridor with irony. He tried to deny it but he loved this side of you

Galdor (warning: anxiety reader) = the sweetness made in person. As soon as he saw you anxious about the stain that had created on the dress he turned to you and asked in a low voice if everything was all right. At your positive answer he reassured himself and very calmly accompanied you away from everyone. The tranquility was only apparent because inside he was afraid you would feel sick with embarrassment; it was an important party and he knew how much you wanted to make a good impression in front of everyone. Once alone he helped you eliminate the stain and you stayed a while together talking about all the lords you had met making huge laughs that put your good mood back. Then you two went back to celebrating. Galdor was proud of you and how, despite your fears, you were able to face all those people head on.

[maedhrosiseverything2me]

Y/N singing in the halls of mandos.

Y/N: OHHHHHHHHHH who drowned in his own fountain?

Glorfindel, pointing at Ecthelion: This. b!tch. right. here.

Ecthelion:

Ecthelion: Well at least I didn't die because of my hair.

Glorfindel:*gasps*

Y/N,hugging Glory: what the hell is wrong with you, you know he is very sensitive!

Glorfindel, nodding: hmm hmm

Ecthelion:

Ecthelion: I'd drown myself on purpose if I weren't dead already.

[lovefairymina]

Oh my god Ecthelion you’re so kind to help me out!!! I didn’t expect that. I was thinking like, “wait a second, this guy is solving my problems now? Gold star!” Bend down so I can give you a kiss on the cheek, my love

Confusion set upon his brow, and soon his entire face followed, with an exhale, he gingerly bowed to grant you his face. “I must say, I am unsure of what I have done to warrant this thanks. Nonetheless, I am thrilled to learn that my assistance has been of great usage.”

[theelvenhaven]

Jealous Ecthelion

Request: May I request a Jealous!Ecthelion? Maybe Reader has been talking about someone she kinda admires and he gets the green eyes 👀💚 of envy. He thought he was your No. 1 :(((

A/N: I wasn't quite sure if this was supposed to be a fic or a set of headcanons but I made it into headcanons.

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⫸ Ecthelion likes to think of himself as someone who isn't capable of getting jealous, and is often times proud of that fact because he trusts you so deeply.

⫸ So when it comes to you speaking about people you admire, Ecthelion usually takes things in stride and doesn't jump to conclusions.

⫸ He enjoys listening to you rave about your favorite whomever- friend, author, artist, etc. that you have had the chance to meet and spend time with.

⫸ If anything he will usually contribute to the conversation, keeping it going until you have spoken about it til your heart is positively content with all that you wanted to say.

⫸ So when you come to Ecthelion one day talking about how you really like another Lord in the Houses of Gondolin, Ecthelion feels a little pang of jealousy strike him right in the chest.

⫸ At first he just ignores it and tries to just focus on listening to you talk about it, because clearly this conversation and admiration you have for this Lord are harmless... right?

⫸ But the more he listens to you speak, the more jealous he becomes.

⫸ Ecthelion knows it is entirely irrational that he is feeling this way about the Lord you are speaking of, I mean you two have a romantic relationship why would he need to worry? Right?

⫸ But when he realizes that you aren't going to stop talking about the Lord you have suddenly come to admire it only serves to make him positively green with envy.

⫸ Ecthelion grows surprisingly short with you about who you are talking about and doesn't take the time to indulge you in questions to keep the conversation going.

⫸ It doesn't take long for you to catch onto the fact that something is wrong seeing as he isn't indulging you like he usually would when you come to him about someone you admire.

⫸ When you ask him what the matter is and if you've done something wrong, Ecthelion plays it off pretty heavily, trying not to clue you into the fact that he's jealous.

⫸ But when you keep pressing he becomes short with you again, not wishing to confess to you that he's jealous of you speaking about another Lord.

⫸ It is only then are you able to put two and two together and realize that he's jealous of whom you are speaking about.

⫸ When you confront him, Ecthelion doesn't confirm nor deny that he's jealous, instead for a long moment he sits in quiet mulling over the fact that, yes he is indeed jealous.

⫸ It is only after a long moment of silence that he tells you that he's jealous hearing you talk about that Lord with such praise and admiration.

⫸ It comes as a shock seeing as he doesn't usually get jealous of anyone that you speak about otherwise.

⫸ When you offer him reassurance that he's the only for you and the only one who has your heart it certainly offers to act as a soothing balm.

⫸ Ecthelion is certainly glad to hear from you that you admire him too and that you love him.

⫸ With a few kisses to spare and holding his hand, it certainly simmers down the jealousy and Ecthelion apologizes to you for behaving the way he did and explains that it was unbecoming of him.

⫸ You simply take it in stride and accept his apology and hope to offer him reassurance again if he ever needs it.

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[sanisse]

Blindfolding - Ecthelion x fem!Reader!!

KINKTOBER 13: BLINDFOLDING - ECTHELION x FEM!READER

Spice level:  🌶️🌶️ (fairly mild. This is pretty fluffy due to Ecthelion being Ecthelion).

MINORS DNI

Ecthelion ties the strip of fabric like a promise. His fingers are swift and the knot is sure. His fingertips dance over the place where the hem meets your skin and he asks: 

“Is it too tight?”

You shake your head. “No. It’s perfect.”

You can’t see a thing. Ecthelion has drawn the borders of your world for you in silk, soft as sin, blocking out everything, everything for the next few hours. 

(For it will be hours. Ecthelion likes to take his time).

His lips are warm as he kisses the seam of your shoulder, then drags his mouth along your neck to suck at your pulse. You push back into the touch. For now this is all there is: the place where skin meets skin, his mouth against your heartbeat, his hands as they skim your stomach and hips, his chest — you push back against it — solid and safe as a seawall.

“Breathe,” he says in your ear. “Just breathe.” 

He rests his palm to your chest and coaches you to suck in air, to push up into his palm and then to cave back, back, back against him when you let out your next breath. And again: in. And again: out. Until the air in your lungs forms a circle. Until your heart is steady. Your head light. And every single touch is magnified a hundredfold. 

Ecthelion has a way of doing that: of transmuting time to honey, thick and slow and sweet. He lavishes your neck with his kisses, nips at your jaw, breath hot in your ear.

When he dips his hand between your legs, you sigh, letting your head fall back against his shoulder.

“That’s it, meleth,” Ecthelion whispers. “That’s it. Don’t think.” 

Don’t think. 

He makes it easy. He knows how to play your body with the same ease and skill as he can play his flute. You gasp when he pushes two fingers inside of you and curls, fucks in, out, lets you gush around him – his pace is somehow rhythmic while never actually catching on something that you can come on, never touches you in the same way twice, has you guessing, wondering, wanting, begging— 

He croons in your ear when you beg. Shushes you. Tells you yet again: don’t think. Just feel. 

He nibbles at the edges of the blindfold, runs a hand over your chest to swipe his thumb over first one nipple, then another, then guides you — gentle and slow — to lay back against the mattress. 

When he settles over you and rolls his hips, he’s hot and hard against your core. You whine, canting up blindly, seeking him, and Ecthelion just chuckles, fond and syrupy, and dips to kiss the hollow of your throat.

“Mine?” he asks against your skin. 

You melt against the mattress, hands coming to anchor on his chest. Here, in the sweet darkness Ecthelion’s fashioned for you, he is solid and sure. A guiding star against the velvet-black night.

“Yours,” you agree. 

Ecthelion sighs, content, lines the head of his cock up against your waiting heat, and finally, finally sinks home.

[autumnshighlady]

DROP YOUR SILMARILLION CHARACTER X READER REQUESTS! I will mainly write for:

feanor

fingolfin

maedhros (!!!!)

maglor

celegorm

glorfindel

ecthelion

finrod

elrond

melkor (!!!!!)

sauron (!!!!!)

i will possibly write for other characters if requested but these are the main ones i’ll do :)

if i wrote reader insert fics with characters from the Silmarillion would anyone read them?

[n0tamused]

"Glorfindel the Reckless"

A/N: Requested by @stormchaser819 ! I hope you enjoy <3 I love Glorfindel so much, I hope I did him justice. Please let me know what you think! If anyone wants to be on my elf tag-list let me know, and mention which character you'd like to be tagged for if you want to be tagged for anyone in particular

Contents: Glorfindel x Elf!Reader, GN reader, fluff. Elvish translations at the bottom

Words: 1448 I Ko-Fi

Sunsets in Gondolin have always been a sight worthy of gazing upon. They never lost their beauty nor their charm and served well in comforting the hearts of many after all the dark news that reached them, be it by word or by letter. It almost caught you unawares now as the same sunset painted the marbled floor in glittering spots of gold and orange around you. 'Has it been so long already?'

Glorfindel sat quietly for once, observing you through tender eyes as you wrapped his injured arm in new dressings, the last of his wounds. Although he had no lack of love in Gondolin, nor the lack of people worried for him, his heart squeezed at the sight of your face when it wrinkled with worry, the tight frown on your lips and the way your teeth marked your lips. His intentions were to shield you, comfort you, but he knew he wouldn’t be doing any of it by sending you away or offering you empty words in hopes to sweep the topic of wounds away. 

“You’re healing quickly..” your words snapped him out of his internal musings, and he blinked once, twice as if your face was only now coming into his vision, cleared away of fog and distance. His lips pull upward at the corners slightly, searching your eyes for something.

“And that is much relief, but also to be expected when I have you tending to all that wishes to ail me” His words were a warm timbre, as gentle as the hearth fire in dusky winter nights. “I have much to thank you for,” he added as he watched you tuck away the excess wrapping, securing it tightly before patting the palm of your hand around the side of his forearm, the motion gentle. 

“The healers have done their due as well, I am not a great healer, but I know how to dress a wound” you told him as you looked up at him after finishing your task, exhaling softly through your nose. Elven blood was enduring, persevering, yet not even that was able to make you feel any less tired, or look the part. For too long did Glorfindel linger outside of your eyes and out of your reach, fighting battles and doing deeds worthy of the praise he got, and more. For too long he left you without a word. All of which you understood, yet it did little to comfort you of his safety. Had you any skill with a sword as he did, perhaps you would have taken a place by his side in the battles. But your weapon was a quill, rather than a blade.

“The healers have gotten their due praise and my gratitude, but you ought not to discredit yourself simply because you do not bear the title of theirs” Glorfindel said, his tone laced with subtle interwoven notes of concern. His head absentmindedly titled to one side, hoping to catch your suddenly fallen gaze. 

Your eyes flickered to his own for a heartbeat before you busied yourself with sorting away the excess wound dressing, ointments and herbs and tools and all else you brought in your healer’s bag. For a healing wound of his, this was much unnecessary. “I am not discrediting myself” you replied, your voice dropping lower despite your efforts to keep sturdy. Secrets were a distant thing between you and Glorfindel, almost as if there was an external force stripping you both bare, feeling so natural yet, at times like these, embarrassing. 

“I only worry you’ll allow the reputation everyone pins on you to get the better of your wits one day”  It was a harmless bite, a proof of your worry you knew not how to express in any other way.

Glorfindel huffed out a laugh, breathing in a good mouthful as his lips quirked upwards as if greatly amused by your words. He sighed as he shook his head slowly, his gaze leaving you for a moment as he took in the sight of the great bedchamber around him. The gold lances of the sun shone through still, slowly transitioning from gold to pale purples and pinks. “Surely, you do not worry yourself to exhaustion because of this?” he looked back to you, “Must I remind you that I am not as reckless as you may think?” he offers gently.

Your eyes met his gaze, noticing the hint of mischief but also.. worry. He may not show it, but you could see it, feel it when his fingers brushed your hand in a silent quest of comfort for both of your hearts. 

“No.. I.. I am fully aware of your skill, Glorfindel” you made yourself chuckle, lips pulling upward in a smile to ease yourself into the sentence. “I just.. hate to see you hurt, surely you understand that I am not exactly myself when I see you like this?” you take his good hand in yours and give a squeeze which he gladly returned. “It pains me to see you off wherever you go to battle, any battle, and to be sure sometimes my heart makes a beast out of a fly, but I.. I just worry for you, melda”

“I know… as do I for you..” he smiles at you again, and his hand slips the clasp of yours to find its way up. His fingers touched the line of your jaw tenderly at first, feather light, before his palm slipped onto your cheek to hold it. Seeing you lean into it made Glorfindel sit up and draw closer to you. His lips found yours in a lingering kiss. He was warm, warm as always, warm as fire and he held yours like nothing else mattered in the world but this very moment. 

After he had pulled back he made slow, sweet motions that brushed the tip of his nose against yours and then pressed your foreheads together.  “Elin nin.. you can have my word that I would never cast aside all the wisdom I have just so another song may be sung about me, not when I know you’d eat yourself from within if I were to do something so stupid” His tone had dropped to a whisper, shared strictly within this small bubble the two of you created. 

“Recklessness does not suit me, as you always love to remind me, and I do not care to try it out again any time soon” he chuckled, sparking a small chain reaction that ended with you chuckling along with him. Your hand found its way over his, holding him glued to you. 

“You said I look like a fool when I am too hasty” he continued, fueling the moment for what it was, so it may melt away the tension.

“Foolish behaviour is not fit for a lord of the house of the Golden Flower” you told him, shuffling closer to him. 

Glorfindel nodded, “Precisely. And I’d be an even bigger fool not to listen to you, Meleth nîn. There’d be many songs sung about Glorfindel the Fool by now.. Hah, I can almost imagine the verses. ‘Glorfindel charged with a mighty shout, but tripped on a rock and his long cape right out’!” 

It was hard to resist laughter, and it all bubbled up to your mouth and shook your shoulders as Glorfindel came up with verses on the spot. 

“ ‘His sword slipped from his hand, stuck in a tree so high, he wondered whether he might just wish it goodbye’ “ 

He did not stop until you slapped him on the shoulder, cheeks dusted with pink from laughter. “Oh, stop! You got your point across, no need to make me suffer any more with these verses of yours” you complained as you doubled over, the top of your head pressing into his shoulder as to hide away the mirth in your face.

“Ecthellion knows how to write and sing better than I, but I am not so bad myself at weaving a rhyme or two” he replied, letting you lean into him while one arm went around you, his good arm pressing you further into him. His chest was shaking with humble chuckles. “Melin ceni hin lîn síla i ‘eladhach! Don’t hide from me” He told you after swallowing a breath and you took courage to face the golden haired lord with all your flushed-face might. 

“There you are” he added and cupped the back of your nape with his hand. “Has my recklessness frightened you?”

“No, but it might annoy me if you mention it any more” you straightened up and kissed his cheek, reveling in the way he glowed when he smiled. 

melda - beloved

Elin nin - my star

Meleth nîn - my love

Melin ceni hin lîn síla i ‘eladhach -I love to see your eyes shine when you laugh

Ⓒ n0tamused/jarttavia_. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[doodle-pops]

Pocket-Sized AU! Elves Adventures

A/N: In celebration of recently earning 1.5k followers, I couldn’t help but share a project I had been working on since January 2022. Returning to my old Wattpad days of Pocket-Sized Imagines, I decided to create this for fun and as a new AU with excitement to share. I do hope you all enjoy these pieces I've made!!

Context: Follow through on an adventure with different elves as your Pocket-sized friend.

Style of Content: Headcanons & Alternative Route

Introduction: When your life had been down the drain in the past few months and your lack of having good friends became an issue, you found yourself isolated. Days rolled into weeks and nothing seemed to be working no matter how much you pleaded to have good friends in your life. Growing frustrated in a final plea for comfort and someone to care for and adore you, one day, you decided to shut the world out.

However, you awoke to the sound of an anonymous knocking on your door. Rushing, hoping for a moment of opportunity, you came face-to-face with a giant grey box sitting on your porch and a note attached, addressed to you.

𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑌/𝑁,

𝐼 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝐼 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑜 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

𝑀𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑗𝑜𝑦, 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑘!

𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦,

𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑠

𝑃.𝑆: 𝐷𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑘𝑠.

Growing more confused about the letter and the contents of the box, you first peered around your porch for the suspect before eyeing the box. Taking a deep breath and reaching out to unfurl the silver ribbon, the box came undone to reveal multiple smaller boxes of the same colour, yet, one stood out the most. The same grey box, but with the addition of a red bow.

Tempted to unravel this box first, you reached forward and brought it closer until there was a muffled “Hey! Hey! Careful!” making you freeze for a moment before ripping the cover off to reveal a tiny person inside.

Gasping and nearly falling on your butt, you braced yourself against the doorframe as you were caught in a staredown with this mini-person. Larger eyes staring in panic at smaller, softer and much serene ones.

“You’re a...what are you exactly?” you doubted in astonishment and interest, focusing on the movement and expression he cast.

“I’m not a ‘what’, I’m a ‘who’. Who am I?” he rectified as he stood upright with tiny hands upon his waist while looking up at your gigantic figure. “I am an elf, and a pocket-sized one to be precise, sent here to care for you and be your friend...so my Master says!"

Speechless at his ability to move around and speak like an ordinary person, you were slightly dumbfounded. “Ah...”

“You must be the giant mortal my Master spoke of? Y/N was it? I am...”

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ House of Feanor

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ House of Fingolfin

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ House of Finarfin

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Lords of Gondolin

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Doriath

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ House of Elrond

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Gil Galad & Gwindor

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Bonus: The Ainur

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[lamemaster]

Ecthellion's Sister Reader

Genre: Fluff and feels

Summary: You weren't supposed to leave...

AN: To all the siblings who have endured the bittersweet pain of separation. (Also Ecthellion as a pouty baby is an adorable image in my head)

Tucked away in the nook of his balcony, Ecthellion gazes far into the horizon. The same direction that you had left. 

His mother and father were now tired of fretting after their youngest, who had given up on eating. He just stood there in his balcony. Waiting for you to return. His elder sister to return to him.

None had told him that the celebrations of your wedding would be succeeded by the gaping agony of your absence. It had come as a surprise, when instead of returning to your room next to his, you left.

And no matter how much he begged for, none helped him find you. Perhaps for the elders around him, his yearning was an adorable childish tantrum. 

How would they know the chasm in his heart. The anguish that leaves him incapable of moving from the balcony that looks in the direction you left in. 

How was this fair? Why did they have to take his sister? Why couldn’t your husband move in with them? Ecthellion for the thousandth time, wiped away the tears that flowed down his cheeks. Were you here, you would have consoled him long ago. And by now, bickered with him ten times.

He misses you.

His elder sister. The one whom he has known since the day of his birth. The sister, who begged for a sibling. The one who claimed him to be her gift. How…how could you leave him?

Was he not a gift anymore?

Clutching the flute you loved in his hands, Echtellion perches on the railing. You weren’t done teaching him yet. He barely knew the notes and the teary hiccups made it harder. 

Why in the blessed realm of Valinor, does his heart hurt? 

“Come back…come back,” he repeats tearfully. He is past the sulking tantrums. All that is left of grief is the sweetness of longing. 

And then in the blink of an eye, he is snatched off the railing into a tight embrace. His arms wrap in a hug and tears come back with great fevor. You were back. Hugging him as the trail of your own tears flowing freely as you pick him up. 

The crumpled letter in your fist that goes unnoticed, contains the words from your mother. A gentle plea for your brother, who seemed to have taken a hit from his sister’s departure to Valmar. 

A just a glance at the letter had been enough to rush back to the streets of Tirion. A canceled honeymoon and a frazzled spouse in tow. 

"Aww, you were absolutely adorable!” You wink at your husband as you both continue grilling the dignified scholar, your brother now claimed to be.

Memories of past still fresh in your mind and heart. “Ah yes love, of course I remember leaving Valmar like the sky had collapsed and a baby ecthellion,” he giggles noticing the bashful look on Ecthellion’s face. 

“You were such a lovely brother,” you squeeze his cheek which is rewarded by a swat, and mumbled ‘I was not’. 

The sight of a sobbing, dispaired Ecthellion had felt like the gravest sin of your life. A burden heavy with the weight of his abandonment. A sin, your mother’s letter saved you from.

[through-the-seas-to-valinor]

Hc Ecthelion and a short, (M) human s/o

*Short by human standards means absolutely tiny in eleven standards. One could almost compare them to dwarves.

*Will definitely be protective of him to a certain amount. It really depends on what he does for a profession.

*If He is a warrior like Ecthelion, he will be more relaxed as he knows that he can look after himself.

*If He is not a warrior, he will be more protective and will even go as far as teaching you basic self-defense.

*He is an elf, he is strong. That means he has no problems in pulling you onto his lap when it’s just both of them relaxing at home.

*Ecthelion is a dominant figure so will have no problem battling his s/o for dominance in the bedroom until the other submits.

*If He is a naturally submissive partner then he will ravish him completely. Having him ready for whatever Ecthelion plans turns him on uncontrollably.

*Ecthelion Just enjoys spending his evenings with his partner lying against him or both of them being close while they do their own activity.

[ladyoflindon]

Just to be clear, the elves in question include the Fëanorians, Nolofinwëans, Arafinwëans, Lords of Gondolin, Lords of Doriath, and elves from Imladris.

For whichever category you voted for, please comment and specify which elf you would like me to write for. Feel free to elaborate in the comments what kind of story, like the elements you’d like me to include, I should write!

Thanks a lot, everyone!

I want to write a Silmarillion fic. I love romance stories so it will be centered around a Silm elf and an OC! Comment which elf you think I should write about.

[lovefairymina]

How does it feel like to be ancient, Ecthelion?

Feeling as though he was about the suffer a stroke, he swivelled, nearly snapping his neck in the process and glared. “I beg your pardon?! Ancient? I'll have you know that I may thousands of years old, but not ancient. I'm youthful and beautiful, alright.”

[theelvenhaven]

Protective Ecthelion

Request: Protective Ecthelion as a request!!!! He’d make such a great protector high key— And plus I bet it feels heavenly to be in his strong arms 😍 He’d make you feel so safe, you’re his baby lol. 

A/N: Absolutely! I was happy to do this for you! I hope you enjoy anon! :)

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⫸ Ecthelion is a very responsible and logical elf, always unafraid to take charge and make sure things go smoothly and accordingly.

⫸ Everything he does is methodically planned out and Ecthelion isn’t afraid to shoulder any extra responsibility especially when that responsibility pertains to you.

⫸ You’ll find that despite all the logical things he does, when it comes to you, Ecthelion is pretty protective over you. 

⫸ Even if it might be illogical, considering you live in a very comfortable and safe space such as Gondolin. 

⫸ But before Gondolin, Ecthelion worried constantly about you going off and doing things without him, as he feared that something bad would happen to you.

⫸ So Ecthelion, not taking no for an answer, taught you how to both wield a knife and a sword.

⫸ Sword first seeing as he wanted you to be able to fight off opponents that might be bigger and more scary than you would even want to try and imagine- like Orcs in the event you run into them on your outings outside of Nevrast.

⫸ When Ecthelion was able to go with you ever was he on watch, listening to everything attentively, watching your surroundings and keeping close to you so he could be right there to keep you safe.

⫸ Though there have been times the two of you have gotten caught in an attack, and Ecthelion was quick to step in front of you and shield you from the harm that was coming right at you both.

⫸ It took him no time to dispatch those who intended to harm you, before he brought you into his arms in the aftermath to hold you close and console you.

⫸ When you two get to Gondolin, despite it’s safety Ecthelion still worries on occasion that something bad could happen to you despite knowing that you are safe and sound in it’s walls. 

⫸ He knows it is illogical, but he doesn’t relent on those feelings, simply masking them from any prying eyes and keeping it to himself.

⫸ Ecthelion, because he’s so protective over you, doesn’t do well with the rumors or ill spoken words aimed at you even if they seem harmful. 

⫸ First he will try and get to the bottom of these things and find out whose been saying such crushing words. 

⫸ He grows very stern as he hears these things from others no responsible for starting them, and advises them that it would be in their best interest to refrain from continuing to spread such lies and rumors to be hateful.

⫸ It’s not often that Ecthelion gets so stern, so when he does its enough to keep wagging tongues stilled and not keep on their gossiping.

⫸ When he finds the person that has been causing all the trouble, Ecthelion makes sure to reprimand them strongly with the promise of exposing them would be imminent if they refused to stop.

⫸ He’s an ellon true to his word and is happy to dole out his threat the moment it is broken.

⫸ You’ll always be safe and protected when you are with Ecthelion, no matter what it is that you might facing; whether it’s an orc or the ill words.

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[eunoiaastralwings]

Can I get headcanons on how elves flirt in general or court someone they have a crush on? I'm assuming it's not like how humans do, since they are wise and fairer than most other races. 💘

How Elves Crush/Flirt or Being in Love ft. my original characters

pairing elves x reader (separate)

a/n I put many elves as I possibly could - added my ocs too (in italics). I may have changed it up a little - sorry it just flowed. As always I love for you @theladyvanya for helping me out with characters I haven’t written before

HOPELESS ROMANTICS: Sings songs or dedicates poetry or make handcrafted ornaments or trinkets to win you over - something made their with love and admiration for you. Sometimes stumbles when speaking to you. Showers you with compliments daily - although nervous. Brings flowers or handcrafted delicate hair clip pieces. Hair is important to very elf - but they would make it romantic, if even gifting giving is not your style. They makes things special and mark every little occasion and make it romantic. Basically they show their love to through gifts.

Maglor, Finrod, Nerdanel, Celebrian, Arwen, Galadriel, Celeborn, Fingon, Idril, Ecthelion, Míriel, Aredhel, Pre-Oath Maedhros, Fingolfin, Finarfin, Glorfindel, Lúthien, Beleg, Dior Lúthriel, Cóloniélë

THE OBLIVOUSLY OBVIOUS TO GIFT GIVERS: They are really head over heels in love without you - they are usually very stubborn act stern around most. But the moment you walk through that door, it like you ground them - suddenly whatever stress, frustration or anger they felt melted away with the site of you. They think they are being completely oblivious - but the stares and the visually relaxing of their stress-filled bodies, or how they speak to with the utmost care trying to throw in a few nice words here or there, that speaks volumes to others. They do not know show to show proper affection - or it would take time to learn so instead they showers you with gifts once they have come to terms with their feelings - once the gifts come in they will not stop until you tell them it is too much xD

Caranthir, Erestor, Thranduil, Feanor, Haldir, Feanor, Curufin, Argon, Post-Angband Maedhros, Ixalië

HELPLESSY AND HOPELESSY IN LOVE IDIOTS: The cannot make one sentence out correctly to their crush. They try to be discreet but it never goes as plans - easily when other elves easily point it out. They are blushing mess trying to speak with you. Sometimes they try the way of becoming your secret admirer - trying to build up their courageous through sweet little notes it trinkets, before they try and confess to you. They will stumble and fall over their words - embarrassed and flustered - they might try and make a run for it but hold on to them please.

Lindir, Maeglin, Caranthir, Finarfin, Penlod, Amrod, Amras, Beleg, Cala, Lúthriel

THE CONFIDENT ONES: They can be real flirts - yes the smirking, winking, innuendo jokes and all. They are not ashamed or embarrassed to flirt with you - but rather confident in their feeling of wanting to make you theirs. They try and snatch you up fast too as they are afraid of others trying to whisk you away - the faster your heart belongs to them the better. They will make it very obvious they are interest in you so - except lots of PDA when trying to flirt with you, especially when you fall hard and fast.

Celegorm, Egalmoth, Elladan, Elrohir, Amrod, Amras, Glorfindel, Rog, Angrod, Valinor!Quildalótien

AFRAID TO FALL IN LOVE AGAIN: They are truly and utterly in love with you - but they are afraid of the feeling of love or falling in love again. Especially if you are a mortal - they either cannot give up their immortality and watch you pass away or gain mortality and leave behind their family - but if they are from a high rank family or already have children unfortunately they would need to choose the former and it the hardest choice they ever had to make. They are afraid of getting their heartbroken again - please cherish and love them for as long as you can. While crushing on you - they are very overprotective of you and thats how you will know - perhaps an argument breaks out where they have been bottling it all up. They need to know where you are all times to keep themselves sane too. Their overprotectiveness speaks for their lover for you. They are also afraid to put you in danger by being involved romantically with them.

Turgon, Caranthir, Elrond, Haldir, Nerdanel, Amrod, Celebrimbor, Fingolfin, Fingon, Post-Angband Maedhros, Ecthelion, Míriel, Dior, Beleg, Argon, Aegnor, Middle Earth!Quildalótien, Cóloniélë, Cala

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