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animatorweirdo · 1 year ago

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The elves of Imladris as horses

Requested by Anon

Hi! Can I request a Imladris elves Horse AU? I love your horse AU :) congrats on the 500 followers!

(I left Glorfindel out since he already has a headcanon. He does get mentioned though. Hope you like it!)

Warnings: some horses being mischievous, Erestor is a grump, some spooky mystical things happening, some falling, biting, wandering off, and mentions of disappearances.

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- You loved horses when you were young. Those creatures always looked majestic and something out of fairy tales.

- You would never miss a riding class with your favorite pony and sometimes nagged your parents to let you ride a horse. They didn't since you were too small and young to sit on a full-grown horse. They only allowed it when they were the ones riding the horse, and you would sit in front and shriek in delight when they started galloping.

- You were so obsessed with horses that you sometimes wandered in forests, trying to find a mythical horse. It always made your family freak out and scold you not to go alone in the woods.

- You even remember being jealous of your older sibling when they got their own horse.

- But as time passed and you reached your teens, you began to outgrow your horse fantasies and found other interests. Owning a horse and taking classes was quite costly, so you sought something cheaper and an easier career path.

- Your family was quite involved with horses, and most of your older relatives have been horse riders, so it was nearly a traditional thing. However, your family respected your life choices and did not try forcing you to become a horse rider as well.

- Imladris was a famous horse stable where you had spent most of your childhood with your older sibling. You knew the owner and were familiar with most of the horses that lived there.

- It was a lovely place located near mountains and rivers. The forest paths were filled with wildlife and were commonly known for the nightingales that lived there. Riding there felt like the whole forest was singing. It also felt like a home to the riders as to the horses. It is a wondrous place.

- One day, when you were visiting your family. Your older sibling asked you to watch their horse and a couple of others since they were so thin on caretakers and they desperately needed to attend other things in their lives.

- You were on vacation from your current career path, so you agreed.

- Your older sibling was grateful, and since you were familiar with most things you needed to do while caring for the horses. They simply introduced you to the necessary tasks and the other horses that were going to be in your care.

- Elrond, Celebrian, Elladan, Elrohir, Arwen, Erestor and Lindir.

- You knew Elrond since he was your sibling’s horse. You simply adore him. You knew Celebrian since she lived in the same stable, and from what you heard, she and Elrond were technically married. You haven’t met their kids but heard how beautiful they are. The twins are named Elladan and Elrohir, and the daughter is Arwen. You also knew Erestor and that he was a crump. Lindir was someone new to you.

- And with all things settled. You stayed at your family’s house, and your sibling was off to the cruel world of jobs and schools.

Elrond

- Elrond was a beautiful dark brown stallion with a star mark over his forehead. You had heard it was a common trait from his family tree. He was the infamous mare’s Luthien’s great-grandson and even had a twin who lived in another stable named Elros.

- Elrond is a lovable horse, perhaps one of the most gentle horses in the whole existence. He was happy to see you when you showed up at the stable. He gave you a cheerful neigh as a greeting, and it only made you smile as you petted him and gave him a treat.

- It was like you two were old friends, and it was true in a way.

- Elrond was an experienced dressage horse and has done show jumping in the past. Most of the time now, he’s used during riding classes for new young riders to help them get experience, and he’s very gentle with them.

- He’s pretty much everyone’s favorite horse.

- He was gentle with you too when you rode him for the first time. You felt nervous since you hadn’t ridden in a long time, but he was patient and always stopped when you had trouble adjusting your position or the stirrups.

- He’s just so patient, and thanks to him, you gained some experience in riding and became more confident. You finally understood why the younger riders would want to ride him first than any other horse.

- He was easy to clean and seemed to be okay with everything. You thought there was at least one thing he didn’t like, but no. He didn’t even mind getting washed with water than most horses who would either hate it or be scared of it. On the contrary, he seemed to enjoy taking baths.

- There was one thing he didn’t like – the riding crop. He would walk away from the sight, which felt a bit strange since your sibling had used a crop in the past till you heard he had some rowdy kids who used the crop violently during classes. He then began disliking it and refused to come out of the pasture or his stall if he saw a crop.

- It was understandable, so you ensured to never bring a crop when it was time for an exercise or a riding session.

- One adorable thing about him was how he would act around Celebrian. The two would always hang out in the pasture and care for each other. The two were like a married couple. You heard there was once an incident where Celebrian was supposed to move away to another stable but the two caused a fuss and refused to separate from each other, so Celebrian’s owner had to relent and allow Celebrian to stay at Imladris to be with Elrond.

- It sounded like a deep romance drama and you were happy the two were allowed to stay together.

+ 100 / 10 Elrond is a sweetheart. If ‘kind as a summer’ was a horse– he would be it. He doesn’t cause any trouble, and he’s sometimes helpful when you are dealing with his kids. There was nothing negative you could say about him, especially considering that you've known him for most of your life.

Celebrian

- A beautiful white mare with slight silver in her mane. Elrond’s wife and a very adventurous horse.

- You have known Celebrian nearly as long as you have known Elrond. She's affectionate and has an adventurous personality; she enjoys wandering far in her pasture and the woods during rides.

- She’s also the twins and Arwen’s mother.

- You have heard her mother was Galadriel, one of the most beautiful horses from Finarfin’s family tree. This was intriguing since it meant that two horses from well-known family trees came together and produced three lovely foals.

- However, unlike Elrond, Celebrian was troublesome in a way.

- She can sometimes be a little airhead and wander off for long periods. You would either need a search party or Elrond to call her back whenever she goes missing.

- She likes to play a lot on the dirty grounds, so keeping her clean was a workout.

- Sometimes, she likes to tease you during exercises and classes, especially when you are on her back, just to get a reaction out of you. You don’t like it, but at least you learned how to grow stronger nerves and confidence with troublesome horses. She was technically level 2 after Elrond.

- She enjoys forest runs and tends to be a bit dramatic when it comes to work.

- However, she’s soft toward Elrond and would not leave him alone, and she’s very stern with her kids even if they are already grown young horses.

+ 10/10 You like her even if she constantly teases you and gets dirty most of the time. You would appreciate it if she would stop wandering off so much. It’s a real trouble to get her back.

Elladan and Elrohir

- Elladan and Elrohir are two dark horses with brown tones in their mane. They share the same forehead star marking and are one of the rare pairs of twin horses.

- It is a bit surprising since Elrond has a twin too, and there was another pair of twin horses from his family tree. Three generations of twin horses. What are the odds?

- The two are energetic and nearly as troublesome as their mother as they seemed to take it to themselves to test your nerves as well.

- They have a tendency to steal brushes and equipment, and sometimes they steal food from the storage. And they always grin at you after you catch them in their criminal act.

- They like to play with the hose when they are in the pasture and you are trying to refill their water trough. It would get messy, and you would always get wet from all the water they throw around.

- They are not your favorites, and you nearly lose your patience with them every time they are on to their mischief. They sometimes earn a laugh or two from you from their antics. And you think it had become a challenge for them to make you laugh since they would grin after making you laugh.

- You are so glad they never do anything damaging.

- Luckily, they take riding and shows seriously. Elladan specialized in dressage, while Elrohir excelled in show jumping. Sometimes, they even rode together in shows.

- They are pretty tame toward their riders and even the youngest who want to ride them. However, due to their mischievous nature toward you, you do not dare to ride them and let them usually run around together on the field, sometimes making them jump.

- You were not going to risk it with their shenanigans.

7 / 10 You find their antics sometimes funny, but they make you mistrust them. You do not like how they get messy and cause you a headache most of the time.

Arwen

- A beautiful black mare with a similar forehead star like her brothers and father.

- Arwen is a friendly horse. She’s sweet toward you and anyone she meets, but she has taken after her mother and gained a habit of wandering off into the woods and going missing for some time. Luckily, she comes back before nightfall, so she doesn’t cause you a total heart attack as her mother does most of the time.

- It seems that Celebrian’s wandering trait is going to be a recurring thing.

- Strangely, you had noticed that Arwen’s urge to wander into the woods was much stronger than with Celebrian. It might have been a family thing since you had heard Luthien and Elrond’s mother, Elwing, had a strong tendency to get lost in the woods too, so it might not be Celebrian’s trait that was kicking in Arwen.

- It could have also been related to the incident with Luthien’s father, Thingol, and the mystery mare that was never found after he was finally found alone in the woods with his newborn foal.

- You remembered reading about it in the newspapers; it was still a mystery with no logical answers. People assumed it was a wild mare, but Thingol’s owner once claimed strange things began happening around Luthien when she lived under their care as a foal. If the owner of Luthien's father could assert that something was not right, then there was no way the mare could have been just an ordinary wild horse.

- Whatever it was, it was a thing of the past. You just have to keep a watchful eye on Arwen, and things will be fine.

- You two got along well. Arwen was used in riding classes, and the youngsters adored her, but sometimes she was used in vaulting, and you always found it fascinating to watch as her rider and other beginners did complex tricks on her back. You would never dare to do anything like that, especially the flips.

- You have heard she had won several horse shows, and she was considered just as beautiful as Luthien, and the two are nearly a look alike.

- Arwen enjoys it when you bring her on rides through the forest, especially with her family. These riding trips often lead to funny mishaps, such as taking a dip in the river or racing beneath the trees.

- However, you sometimes get an odd sensation of being watched when riding through the forests. It was a spooky feeling, and you do not know why, but sometimes, you think you can see a horse wandering behind the trees or hear its voice. Yet, when you investigate, you find nothing – it's as if you've seen a ghost.

- You shared your experience with Arwen's owner, and they revealed that they had similar incidents in the past. The owners of Elwing and Luthien had also mentioned feeling watched and followed in the woods in the news, hearing what sounded like a wild horse but never finding anything.

- It was so strange that you nearly believed Elrond’s family line was haunted or something. Arwen’s owner commented that perhaps it was the mystery mare watching over her descendants, but that was a too far-fetched theory for you to believe. However… you were never sure.

- One salvation for her constant wandering arrived in the form of a stallion. You noticed Arwen had taken a strong liking toward a stallion named Aragorn. He’s a friendly horse with some past as a guard horse and came to Imladris for retirement, or so you heard.

- Arwen seemed pretty determined to get his attention, neighing, and Aragorn seemed to return the new feelings, and it was like a romance drama upholding behold you. Even though Aragorn sometimes seemed pretty shy around her.

+7/10 She’s a headache on her own, but at least not a bad one like her brothers. Watching her unfolding romance drama is hilarious.

Erestor

- The grumpy old stallion with a dark coat and white socks. He was the definition of being an old man in a horse body. He was a very beautiful horse, but his personality was something to work with.

- He doesn’t give you trouble when it's time to go to the pastures or do his exercises, but he does seem to like to look at you and silently judge you.

- He’s sometimes picky with the food and brushing, and if you end up on the wrong spot, he might give you the back ears and threaten to bite you. He doesn’t bite but takes a rough nibble, which does feel uncomfortable. But he does bite when you try to give him a bath though.

- You first thought he hated you for some reason then his owner told you that’s just his personality.

- They gave you a hint that if you put an online book with a narrator on for him to listen to, he will remain calm and focus on the story while you clean him even during bath times. It was odd when you first tried it but loved it when it worked. Surprisingly, even you got into it and found something you liked with Erestor.

- Before brushing time, you would check on your phone and ask Erestor what he would like to listen to and he would give you a snort of the book he would like to listen to.

- It turns out Erestor can be sweet and agreeable when you share a common interest.

- Erestor has experience in show jumping and cross-country jumping. He was surprisingly calm when you decided to ride him. He didn’t scare anything or try to bite your feet.

- He seems to like taking rides through the forests with other horses. But he will refuse to cross any river unless there is a bridge. You don’t even think he’s afraid of it, he just hates it.

- He is sometimes pretty snappy toward other horses, especially toward one golden-colored horse that once came to visit. Glorfindel was his name you think. He’s pretty rough toward the twins, but Elrond and Celebrian he seems to respect.

-8/10 he’s not so bad once you manage to get past his moody side. Doesn’t cause trouble and you like riding him. Bath time with him is awful thought.

Lindir

- Lindir is a soft chestnut-colored stallion with darker tones on his mane. He was new to the stable, so you didn’t know much about him. You only knew he was older than Elrond’s kids but younger than Elrond, Celebrian, and Erestor.

- He was timid and reluctant to approach you when you started caring for him.

- It was a challenge, but you quickly learned how his moods changed over things. First, he hated getting dirt on his coat, so keeping him clean was relatively easy, except when it was time to wash him after riding sessions. He hated water and made it difficult for you to get the sweat and dirt off his back. He was literally worse than Erestor when it came to bath time.

- He was also picky about the food he ate. He had no problem eating grass and fruits when they were available, but when it came to feeding him any concentrates or minerals – there were suddenly several problems.

- He would refuse to eat if there were too many pellets. He would kick the bucket away if there’s too little of a certain mineral. And he will not even touch the bucket if it's moisturized with water— even if it is good for him.

- You had to contact his owner for details on the food after he refused to eat the food you prepared for three days straight.

- His owner explained that he was quite strict about sticking to old routines and asked you to give him a couple of days to adjust to new things. He would eventually start eating different foods and become more lenient with you.

- His owner also told you to play music on your phone, and he will remain calm during washing times.

- You nearly didn’t believe them till you played some classical music on your phone and watched how calm Lindir turned.

- He was probably a musician in his past life since he focused on listening while you brushed and washed him. He would step away a couple of times but didn’t try running away like usual.

- After that, you made sure to play music whenever it was time to clean him.

- After some days passed, you managed to get past Lindir’s timidness and learned he was pretty affectionate. He got used to other horses and would sometimes bring you flowers and sticks he would find from the pasture.

- He mostly had been on horse shows and wasn’t experienced much in riding.

- He was training to be another dressage horse, and his owner hoped he would get used to children and younger riders in riding classes, but after several incidents with children— he was pulled out from the list of horses for youngsters.

- He grew to dislike children and younger riders, especially after being handled by a few rowdy ones. He would refuse unless there’s an adult to walk beside the kid.

- Lindir also had a peculiar dislike toward ponies.

- You are not entirely sure why, but he has a tendency to avoid them. It could be because the ponies can sometimes be rowdy and wild, but it still remained a mystery.

- He does not have a problem with you riding him, but he sometimes gets easily startled, and you fall from his back.

- You never fall badly or in a way where you injure yourself, but Lindir would feel bad and brood about it for a whole day. It would take his favorite treats, pets, and words of assurance for him to get back to his usual self.

- He is a one peculiar horse.

+8 / 10 He's pretty okay. Washing him is not a funny job, but he's not as difficult as Erestor or the twins. You enjoy listening to music with him, but he sometimes has a picky collection.

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thesummerestsolstice · 7 months ago

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See one of my favorite Rivendell headcanons is that even though it's a wonderful, peaceful sanctuary, pretty much everyone there could be incredibly dangerous if they wanted to be. Like, let's think about who lives in that valley.

Elrond Peredhel, resident healer and eldritch crime against nature, self-explanatory

Glorfindel, slayer of balrogs, self-explanatory

Erestor, probably Feanorian, definitely dangerous

Old Feanorian diehards, all of whom are probably looking for an excuse to commit morally justified violence

Old Gondolindrim/Iathrim, who, despite what they might tell you, are exactly as dangerous as the Feanorians

Garthaglir the Library Orc, who absolutely remembers how to use the giant battleaxe he keeps behind his desk

A strange, shadowy figure roaming the valley who I'm *sure* isn't Maglor Feanorian, but who is nonetheless a terrifying singer

Elladan and Elrohir, who have spent the last several centuries becoming nightmare fuel for Sauron's forces

Arwen, eldritch, bites

Bilbo Baggins, not to be underestimated, can defeat a grown man with nothing more than his scathingly polite commentary

Dunedain visitors, vaguely feral, highly trained

Aragorn, very feral, highly trained

Lindir, not actually dangerous, but if you upset him you are going to have problems with everyone else on this list

I actually really like the idea that a lot of the people who live in Rivendell are inherently kind of dangerous, because it means that they're actively choosing peace and kindness for themselves and I love that.

#silmarillion #silm headcanons #rivendell #elrond #elrond peredhel #glorfindel #erestor #maglor #elladan #elrohir #arwen undomiel #bilbo baggins #aragorn #lindir #garthaglir #eldritch peredhel #rivendell headcanons my beloved #happy peaceful place full of incredibly scary people

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balrogballs · 2 months ago

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some elrond raising aragorn headcanons on this fine sunday (now illustrated):

1. Elrond's irl children have a running joke that he loves Aragorn more than the three of them combined but everyone knows it's just a joke and the truth was that he loved all his children equally: but his love for Arwen, Elrohir and Elladan could be split across thousands of years like a slow burning candle. But he would only have Aragorn for a century or two — simply a blink in the eye of time, so his love for him was fiery and blazing — a sandstorm in an hourglass.

2. Toddler Aragorn was 100% spoilt, and it was entirely Elrond's fault. Most of the Dunedain fosters would normally come to Imladris as adolescents, as per general medieval fostering custom, and leave by adulthood. Aragorn, however, came in as a baby due to his circumstances, and Elrond — whose last baby was a baby 2800 years ago — went FERAL

3. Baby Aragorn was the bane of Glorfindel's life. He would make it a point to personally torment him. Four year old Aragorn once braided Glorfindel's hair to his chair so remarkably it took Erestor an hour to free him. When Elrond found out, he gave Aragorn extra dessert for being clever enough to do such good braids.

4. The best day of Elladan's life was the day Aragorn got his first haircut at the age of three, because Elrond cried for some inexplicably paternal reason and Elladan prayed Mandos would strike him down in that moment so he could die laughing hysterically.

5. Have I mentioned that baby Aragorn was very spoilt? However, nobody in the House of Elrond said anything of it, because that baby being a little spoilt was small payment for bringing joy to a family shrouded in grief for centuries.

6. Aragorn was 10 when Thorin and his company passed through Imladris, and he was OBSESSED with the dwarven lord. He would follow him around, beg him to play chess with him, ask if Thorin wanted to hold his pet lizard. Thorin would never admit it, but he too grew to adore the boy across those few days.

7. The entire household of Imladris spent decades placing bets as to when Elrond would accidentally call Aragorn 'Elros'. Elrond, for his sins, made sure that he never once mentioned Elros to him — so that Aragorn would grow up knowing he was loved for being him, not a facsimile of a long dead twin... until the day they parted, and Aragorn put a small heirloom from his family in Elrond's hand. A tiny gold ring traditionally given to elflings on their first begetting day — that had once belonged to his own ancestor, Tar-Minyatur.

8. Elrond used to scare Elladan and Elrohir with the idea of Ungoliant when they were younger, but when they tried the scare tactic on toddler Aragorn, he was very excited and wanted to hear more about the enormous spider. So they had to resort to drastic measures and tell him about an even more fearsome creature that ate little boys who didn't go to bed: Arwen Undomiel, the giant werewolf prowling the forests of Lothlorien.

9. Many songs were sung about the final parting of Arwen and Elrond, a tragedy that would last beyond the breaking of the world. Less sung about was a quieter parting, where the Lord of Imladris watched King Elessar walk towards the gates of Minas Tirith for the last time — Elrond's final baby. His very, very last.

#tbh these are all headcanons from my fics #lord of the rings #elrond #tolkien #aragorn #arwen undomiel #elladan #elrohir #glorfindel #Balrogballs writes

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anittmyer · 1 month ago

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I like the headcanon that Legolas is considered weird. Even to other elves. He's a wild child that's connected to the forest in a very deep way. He talks to the trees and isn't too great at talking to other elves, men, dwarves, etc.

As an elfling, many others wanted to be friends with the Greenwood prince, but he was said to be strange, sometimes behave as an animal, and was prone to spacing out, as if staring at something invisible. Certain fabrics or foods would send him into screaming fits.

Legolas was saddened by his lack of friends and grew closer to his father and his father's advisor Feren (Feren is kind of a 'do-everything-guy', he is Thranduil's advisor and Legolas' nanny). And as Legolas grew up, he started to hate how he was and would cry for being so different. That is until he meets Lord Elrond, an elf so similar him. Lord Elrond's twin sons took to Legolas very quickly and they became very close friends, them being used and to their father's behavior meant they understood Legolas and didn't leave him for his eccentric behavior.

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Did I AuADHD code and headcanon Legolas and Elrond? Yes. Yes I did!😊

#lotr #lord of the rings #silmarillion #tolkien #headcanon #elrond #legolas #thranduil #elladan #elrohir #feren

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inthehouseoffinwe · 3 months ago

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Instead of honouring specific aspects of his heritage, Elrond creates something entirely new for himself.

The House of Elrond is it’s own thing. Imladris is entirely unique. You think you see something Noldorin or Sindar or even Mannish, but look for a second more and it’s not like that at all.

Because when Elrond designed it as a Homely House, he made sure anyone who came knew they’d be welcome. They could heal and start over without judgement.

(Ultimately that’s what keeps his relations with other races so strong too. They feel comfortable in this home of many lines.)

There are specifically Dúnedain influences though. He’s fostered so many kids, looked after so many families, he wants to make sure they know that they might have lost their kingdom, but they still have a home. It’s common for Dúnedain to stop by, take refuge, recover, just say hi to friends. But they’re such an unknown people, you can’t see it unless you know it’s there. There’s even a beautiful little graveyard where so many of his distant nephews and nieces have found their rest, visited regularly by the residents of Imladris.

There’s also many many trinkets from across the centuries scattered around. A wonky dagger with a place of honour, the first work of a rising chieftain. The cracked vase from that time it was knocked over by a ball from a young boy. Letters and drawings carefully kept in Elrond, Elladan, Elrohir, Arwen, and even Celebrian’s drawers. Glorfindel, Erestor, and most residents of Rivendell have at least a few items gifted by the many generations of Dúnedain who’ve walked through the valley.

All this is taken with them when they sail, and the memory of these people whose lives were so entwined with their own lives on.

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rivendell-poet · 2 months ago

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*･༓˚✧ ❝𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 '𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮' (𝐋𝐨𝐭𝐑)❞ ‧͙⁺˚༓˚✧ « scenarios »

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𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐧

✧ Aragorn believes in elvish love, so from the moment he confesses he knows that he loves you.

✧ He sees how much he does in everything, from the few dates you can steal in Rivendell, to the smiles you exchange while walking with the Fellowship.

✧ But he’s not sure when to say it, as he knows just how much of a milestone it is. And how much he wants it to mean to you.

✧ Keeps trying to get it in a specific place, a specific time. But every time he just enjoys your company, and never ends up saying it.

✧ You notice his love, however. So obvious in how he’ll stare at you, offer to help with something or simply spend time with you.

✧ Eventually, it happens only a few days before the Fellowship is to leave Rivendell.

✧ The two of you are stargazing together, and he just about hears a yawn you fail to stifle.

✧ Laughing, he moves closer to you and wraps you in his cloak - the two of you cuddling together.

✧ As you rest your head on his chest, and he looks up at the stars, he thinks about how perfect this is.

✧ Gently, he bends his head to be near yours before whispering. “I love you.”

✧ Feeling you look up, he simply smiles when your gaze becomes more questioning.

✧ When you say ‘I love you too’ you can immediately see his grin, and he gently places a kiss on your forehead.

𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬

✧ When an elf confesses, the idea that they love you - utterly and completely - is an undertone that’s carried with it. It’s Legolas’ unspoken promise to you, as soon as he’d asked if you would court him.

✧ But actually saying it to you is another matter.

✧ He’s not scared, he’s just… a little scared. And a little intimidated. Because he doesn’t want to mess anything up, and he wants what he will give you to be perfect.

✧ So Legolas actually takes a long time to say those words, although you know how he feels about you for a while.

✧ Legolas also confesses just before you leave Rivendell, although his is more planned out.

✧ He spends almost two days beforehand looking over all of Rivendell, in sunlight and moonlight, trying to figure out what place is perfect for you.

✧ What place is worthy of you.

✧ Eventually, he decides on a shaded pavilion surrounded by trees, one that reminds him of Mirkwood. Except here flowers grow all around, and he can focus on being romantic with you.

✧ When he invites you to join him you suspect something, although the sight of your prince surrounded by flowers is still breathtaking.

✧ Waiting until you join him, he tries to hide his nervousness by rubbing his finger over the flowers he’s holding for you.

✧ And then you’re right in front of him.

✧ “I love you.”

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐨

✧ Frodo first says he loves you when he confesses to you.

✧ (“(Y/n). I know we’ve been friends for a long time now, and I’m very grateful for that. But - I don’t just want to be your friend. I want to be more to you, I want you to be able to love me like I love you.”)

✧ But that doesn’t make his feelings any less genuine, his love for you any less sincere.

✧ When he says those words to you he means it just as much as anyone else, he’s just slightly more in tune with his emotions.

✧ Because he knows you well enough that, as much as he wants to make a grand romantic gesture out of these words, he simply wants to tell them to you more.

✧ (Besides, the sooner he says it for the first time the sooner he can say it again.)

𝐒𝐚𝐦

✧ He’s embarrassed about how he’s going to say it. Not because of you, of course - he knows he loves you wholeheartedly - but because he doesn’t want to mess anything up.

✧ So, to make sure he can properly confess to you, he practises.

✧ What he says changes slightly each time, there are too many good qualities to pick. And although some staples remain it often changes to encompass what the two of you had done together, like how beautifully you look when you smile, or how grateful he is that you’ll help him.

✧ When Sam finally has the perfect time to say what he wants, he realises he’s slightly at a loss for words.

✧ You can tell he wants to say something to you, the way his throat hitches and then he relaxes. Taking a deep breath.

✧ Noticing your eyes on him, Samwise decides that now is the time to speak.

✧ “I- I love you. More than I’ve ever done with anything, more than I do with the Shire, or the flowers out in the garden. Because, you’re the person who truly makes me happy. You’re the person who I can truly be myself with, you’re the person whose smile lights up my heart. The person who knows how to make me feel better, the one I can trust.”

✧ “And, for that. I really do love you.”

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲

✧ Although he’s overt with his affections, Merry doesn’t immediately say these words to you. He wants to earn them. To prove to you that he is a good boyfriend, and then he’ll be fully worthy of your love.

✧ At least, that’s how he sees it. (And somehow doesn’t see that he two of you are completely enamoured with each other.)

✧ It’s a little after your third date, when the two of you are sitting together and laughing, that he realises he needs to say it.

✧ He waits until the two of you have stopped, with only smiles gracing your faces. But he can’t wait longer than that.

✧ “I love you!”

✧ The admission rings in the otherwise silence, and then he sees you smile. And he realises that he is worthy of all of this.

✧ Merry eagerly leans into the hug, burying himself in your arms before whispering it again, this time with a grin on his face. “I love you.”

𝐏𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧

✧ You actually say it first, while the two of you are walking in Rivendell together. You’re on a more secluded path, and as Pippin asks about your day - and listens - you can tell he truly is absorbed.

✧ There’s passion in his eyes as he listens to you, nodding and asking the right questions, and you realise this is the time to say it.

✧ As an elf you knew you loved Pippin when he confessed to you, and that you would always love Pippin, but you were never sure when you would say it.

✧ As you stare at him, Pippin realises something’s happening and he turns to you with a quizzical look.

✧ “I love you.”

✧ It’s only three words, but Pippin lights up as though you have promised him the world.

✧ “Really?” The grin he gives is incredible, “I love you too!”

𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫

✧ When Boromir confesses to you he’s says almost exactly that, just not using these words.

✧ For him there is something almost sacred about them, a bond more powerful than anything else.

✧ He is also worried about saying these words, and again it’s because he doesn’t want anything to go wrong. He wants to continue being worthy to you.

✧ So, when he confesses how much he loves you, he decides to do it properly. Asking you the day before if you’d meet with him, going to the market and hand picking flowers.

✧ Coming to where he is, you can recognise when he first sees you. Freezing slightly as he looks you up and down, almost as if he can’t believe you’re here, before smiling and welcoming you.

✧ At first it’s just talking. There’s romantic undertones, of course, and then he swallows and you realise he’s going to say something important.

✧ “I… I love you.” He says it proudly, “For all of you. I love you so much, my heart.”

𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫

✧ Also afraid of confessing his true feelings to you. Although not just because he wants it to be perfect, which he does, but because of more self-worth issues.

✧ That his times with you are some of the best he has, and he doesn’t want any of that to change. He still wants to be able to laugh with you in Gondor, to kiss your hand goodbye and see the smile you give him in return.

✧ He isn’t sure why his mind thinks telling you that would put you off, but it’s a large enough part that he’s slightly hesitant.

✧ As the two of you walk along one of the top segments of Minas Tirith, he turns briefly to look at you. At how perfect this moment is.

✧ And he realises he needs to ask.

✧ “Can I tell you something?” His voice is soft, almost as if he wishes you not to hear it, but you pick it up and give him permission.

✧ Fully turning to you, he takes your hands in his. “I love you.”

✧ The way your eyes light up, and you immediately say it back, washes away the doubts he has.

✧ The kiss you lean into, light but reassuring, helps as well. Just another small gesture of how deeply the two of you feel for each other, and one he will never tire of.

𝐄𝐨𝐰𝐲𝐧

✧ (Éowyn’s eyes drift to the Paths, the rest of your company waiting, before she takes a deep breath. “Then we shall both swear not to fall in battle. We shall both fight to protect who we love.”)

✧ She is another who says how she feels in all but those exact words. And neither of you get a chance to say those words to each other until you’re in the Houses of Healing.

✧ As much as she wants to say it the second you’re awake, she shows some restrain. Waiting to make sure that you’re mostly ok.

✧ The conversation flows decently, but both of you know what she wants to say.

✧ And then the conversation stops.

✧ “I love you!” She blurts it out, and then instantly looks embarrassed. But your grin reassures her, and the red on her cheeks go from blush of embarrassment to a blush of love.

✧ As to not aggravate either of your wounds, she instead holds your hand as tightly as you will allow.

𝐄𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫

✧ Éomer can think of quite a few times when he’s wanted to say those moments to you (and, in all honesty, he could have said them from the moment he confessed.)

✧ But instead he tries to wait, waiting for the perfect time. And then, as he’s sitting at home and watching the fire die down, he realises that there will be no perfect time with you. Because every time is magical, in its own way.

✧ So he resolves to only until he sees you again.

✧ But, as the fire turns to embers, Éomer realises that will be too long of a wait.

✧ It’s almost eleven at night when you hear a knock on your door, and you open it to see him outside, looking up at you.

✧ As soon you open the door he hug you, burying himself in your arms. “I love you. And I should have told you earlier, but I love you.”

𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐝

✧ Bard wants to try and take things slow in the relationship, to fully appreciate each day (and even each moment) that he gets with you.

✧ That doesn’t mean he hasn’t thought about how he’d say those words to you, or potentially how they would sound falling from your lips, but it isn’t something he wants to rush.

✧ It’s something he wants to happen organically, as a product of your relationship rather than a given day.

✧ But still, when he finally confesses, it almost just slips out.

✧ You’re just saying goodbye to each other, and you turn back briefly before you leave, as if waiting for him to say one final remark.

✧ “I’ll see you later, love you.”

✧ The words slip out of his mouth before he can stop them, and he can feel himself blushing once he realises what he’s said - once he sees you frozen in space.

✧ “Did you…” You come slightly closer, “Did you actually just say that?”

✧ Looking into your eyes, he sees his own love reflected back at him. “Yes, I did. And I do.”

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐢𝐥

✧ For all the elves, the act of saying ‘I love you’ is the largest commitment they will say, in their entire life.

✧ Those words will become like oaths, have them bind themselves to you for all of time, and that can never be taken lightly.

✧ The gift of love is the most meaningful of all, at least to them.

✧ But for Thranduil the weight of those words means even more. It also offers you a kingdom, a new family, and (most importantly to him) he does not want to pressure you.

✧ While sitting together, you can sometimes so clearly tell that he wants to say this to you. The elf will catch you, either over a book or glowing in the sunlight, and he just begins to speak before switching the conversation.

✧ And you catch on to why he hasn’t said that.

✧ Then, it happens again, as the two of you are talking over the fire together and he does that now familiar start of a conversation.

✧ Looking him in the eye, you place your hand over his, “Tell me.”

✧ “Are you sure?”

✧ “Completely.”

✧ “I love you.”

𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐫

✧ Despite being a minstrel, his words seem to fail him when he looks at you and tries to confess.

✧ He can write something down, yes. An epic poem or a song that details how he feels about you - but it's never quite enough. There is always something missing from it, something that does not show his love for you properly.

✧ Lindir recognises that it’s because it lacks spontaneity, he’s tried to polish and perfect it to be worthy of you but lost the raw emotion that gives it so much meaning.

✧ Which is why, after he puts down the pen for the third time that evening and thinks, he realises he should just tell you.

✧ There’s a quiet knock on your door, and when you open the door you see Lindir - blushing profusely.

✧ “I love you. I love you more than anything, enough to give up this immortal life, to give up the moon and stars. Because, for me, you are worth more than their light, than their radiance. Even a single smile from you is worth a thousand suns, because you are you. And I love you.”

𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐫

✧ Surprisingly, Haldir says those words to you when he confesses to you.

✧ He’s worried, for many reasons, and one of those is the weight that those words carry. That they may be too much, too soon.

✧ But he resolves to try, and that - on the eve of battle - it wouldn’t be wise to have regrets.

✧ (“I must say something, before this happens.” He reaches out, fingers gently touching your hand and breathing in when you fully embrace it. “You are the one my heart has chosen to fall in love with. Forever. And I apologise for the awkward timing, for not saying something sooner, but I need you to know now. That I love you.”)

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐧

✧ As good with words as the twin is, the idea of putting all his love for you into three simple words is terrifying.

✧ And, frankly, he doesn’t think it sums up how he feels for you well enough. How can three words encompass all the happiness you give him? All the smiles he has gained because of you? The comfort he has gained because of you? The infinite ways his life has become better?

✧ Then the two of you are together, when you let out a small yawn and he pulls you close.

✧ Cuddling into his chest, you stare up at him for a second, “Thank you, Elladan.”

✧ “Of course.” He doesn’t mean to add the next words on, “I love you.”

✧ Elladan feels when you tense for a second beneath him, then the smile on your face as you look up and whisper, “I love you too.”

✧ Until now, Elladan didn’t understand what those words meant. But now he does, and how much they carry. How obvious it is, when you say those words for him, that you care.

𝐄𝐥𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐢𝐫

✧ Surprisingly, Elrohir struggles to say the words as well. Not because he doesn’t love you - he’s more sure about his feelings to you than he is most things in his life - but because he isn’t sure what you’ll say.

✧ There’s a degree of elven versus human courting fighting inside him. That, although he’s been clear with the fact he loves you (even jokingly asking you to marry him) that perhaps you thought it was just that, a joke.

✧ That he hasn’t done any of this the correct way, and what if you don’t feel the same way.

✧ You find it slightly odd that, with long days into your relationship, and no words past your lovers lip - that neither of you acknowledge it.

✧ But, although you can’t be sure, you think you start to recognise the problem.

✧ So it’s you who says it to him. “I love you.”

✧ “Really?” Instantly all his attention is on you, cheeks slightly flushed and eyes hanging onto your every word, “Do you really love me?”

✧ “Yes.”

✧ “Meleth nîn, you are my world.”

A/N : Casually drops this after disappearing for three weeks. Well, not disappearing, just not working on these. Sorry for the delay, life's been happening. But I hope you enjoy! Also, here's the remains of my original author's note : (the taglist issue still has not been fixed, so I welcome help!)

First of all, for some reason my taglist isn't working. It's just only tagging the first five people soo... I will try my hardest to fix that. Not sure what's going on with it. Also, the getting flowers was inspired by a drabble recently (can't remember name of author) but the thing that amused me was when they wrote about the flowers matching your eye-colour. Like, my eyes are brown. I'm sure it's supposed to be romantic, and it was very well written, but that just made me laugh.

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havenotwillnotreadthebooks · 2 months ago

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Okay but consider; The Sons of Elrond reminding people of the Sons of Feanor.

Like, in Middle-Earth (ME) it wasn’t a big deal that E&E followed their dad around because it was just accepted as Harmless Peredhel Oddness.

But in Valinor, all these relatives keep visiting The House of Elrond because he’s the baby of every Finwion branch in existence. So these Finweans come around and just see Elrond’s sons somewhat hovering around him or staying in the general vicinity. Furthermore, Elrond isn’t just their dad, he’s also their lord-father and to Elrohir & Elladan, Elrond’s authority is above all else. Anyone, else.

Elrond casually tells his sons to do something simple and they do it without protest because it’s just getting a teapot or something, they may whine or groan like elflings for fun, but they get the teapot without question. That’s just how that relationship is. When the twins protest it’s loud and rare, and usually they just wanna follow their family members around (Arwen, Estel, Elrond, Celebrian).

But it’s just Elrond and Celebrian in Valinor, with Glorfindal, Lindir, and Erestor settling their own business elsewhere for a bit.

So these Finweans just see The Sons of Elrond (which they are canonically called) following their father around loyally, and mostly down to do anything for him (they swore an oath against all orcs for their mom, c’mon), and these Finweans start getting flashbacks to the Sons of Feanor in their youth.

The average Middle-Earth elf just sees the very close Peredhel Fam being a close family. The average Valinorean elf looks at the twins following Elrond around like ducklings and starts seeing ghosts.

It’s worse if Elrond is Feanorian, but even without that headcanon, it’s an uncanny likeness and it disturbs the Finweans that visit The House of Elrond.

(Celebrian, personally, thinks it’s funny).

#silmarillion #elladan #elrohir #elrond #house of elrond #peredhel fam #peredhel #valinor #sons of elrond #sons of fëanor #finweans #silm headcanons #tag.word

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spinningalbinoturtle · 1 year ago

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Thanksgiving headcanons for the Lotr crew

Its hosted in Rivendell but Elrond lets people extend the invite to others so everyone comes

Sam is in the kitchens from 6am cooking a million things-he also brought several side dishes premade

Frodo is all over the decorations and setting the table but he also made some cookies

Arwen is also very particular about this particularly the table

She has made a seating chart which she hopes will minimize squabbling

She has also set some ground rules like no dissing on your child’s interracial marriage (for Elrond and Thranduil)

Bilbo helps Sam cook in the morning but then he starts drinking around midday and doesn’t stop til he is dragged to bed by Frodo and Erestor

While Elrond is hosting he doesn’t do much just sits around and judges

He and Thranduil will be breaking Arwen’s rules

Thranduil and Gloin out drink Bilbo. They are having a silent drinking contest which has not been spoken of. Each one just decided to out drink the other

Thranduil wins cause he drinks like three bottles of a wine a day

Gimli and Legolas are just trying to avoid their parents

Thankfully Arwen sat them at the opposite end of the table

Unfortunately near Elrond who asks several awkward questions about how elf/dwarf sex works (he’s curious from a medical standpoint)

Bilbo drunkenly tells them how he had a dwarf boyfriend once so he totally understands what they’re going through at which point Frodo cuts off his wine supply

Frodo is actually trying to slow down Bilbo’s drinking all evening but with little success

Elladan and Elrohir have bonded with Merry and Pippin who introduced them to pipeweed. The four of them are stoned out of their minds and consequently eat more than everyone else. Arwen doesn’t understand what’s wrong with her brothers.

Aragorn is in charge of the turkey. Its excellent

He is mostly trying to hide from Elrond the whole time

Boromir tries to assist him with helpful turkey roasting tidbits but Aragorn would rather just do it himself

Eventually he assigns Boromir to the stuffing- its actually not bad

Erestor keeps Elrond occupied, they hang out and play chess in the middle of all the chaos

Glorfindel is the guy who is just ready for the holiday season to start

He keeps pestering Maglor to play Yule carols but Elrond’s rule is not until after dinner

Gandalf sits around and smokes and occasionally yells at Pippin. He takes turns hanging out with Bilbo and getting him drunker, hanging out with Elrond and Galadriel

Galadriel intimidates everyone no one knows where she was before or after dinner

Celeborn brought lembas rolls and cranberry sauce

Faramir makes a mean pumpkin pie

He’s just happy to be included. He fangirls over all the elves who indulge him mostly

Eowyn is enjoying watching the antics. She can’t cook for shit so she doesn’t bother to help with that but she does help clean up

So do Merry and Pippin but only because Gandalf forced them

Eomer brings “traditional Rohirric appetizers” and its smoked horse meat. Pippin and Sam are horrified to learn this.

Everyone has their favorite: Sam’s is obvs PO-TAY-TOES. Frodo likes cranberry sauce. Merry inhales stuffing. Pippin loves rolls.

Drunkest in order of most to least would be: Thranduil, Gloin, Bilbo, Gimli, Merry, Pippin, Legolas, Aragorn (but you can’t tell), Eomer, Eowyn, Glorfindel, Sam (he would’ve drunk more but he was busy cooking), Elladan, Elrohir (they’re so high they don’t drink much) Arwen (not a big drinker), Frodo(alcohol fucks with his anxiety so he just has one glass of wine) Faramir (who’s a teatotler cause he thinks if he did drink he’d become an alcoholic).

Lots of songs are sung before people start to retire for bed

Legolas and Gimli have sex really loudly between their fathers’ rooms to annoy them

Galadriel shows up around midnight and helps finish cleaning up

The clean up crew includes Eowyn, Merry, Faramir, Pippin, Gandalf, and Legolas and Gimli. They have a great time.

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n1ghteeea · 5 months ago

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The elven siblings is something that can be so very dear to exactly one (1) person who is also me. Here they are left to right: Elrohir, Arwen, Estel and Elladan

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mahtaniel · 20 days ago

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When Elrond is young, he dreams of a girl, and then a young woman, who looks like him. His daughter. He knows he’ll have her long before he knows who he’ll marry.

When he and Celebrian are expecting their first child, he waits eagerly for his daughter. It feels like he already knows her well even if they haven’t actually met yet. He’s been loving her for thousands of years.

Nothing could’ve prepared him for the surge of hope and dismay and joy and fear that all come up together when Celebrian tells him that they’re actually expecting twin boys.

#Elrond #Celebrían #elrohir #Elladan #Arwen #it’s 1:30am the headcanon hour #I never post on here #also just things where Elronds foresight only shows him part of the story #also sometimes I think about how insane the emotions must’ve been for him when he found out they were having twin boys #like. so much complexity with his own stuff w elros and childhood and now he’s having twins of his own #just a lot going on in there

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doodle-pops · 12 days ago

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Kissing Them Mid-Conversation | House of Elrond + Doriath

「 ✦ Elrond ✦ 」

Elrond had been deep in discussion with you, his voice calm and authoritative as he explained some historical details of Valinor’s history. His eyes were bright with knowledge, the gentle cadence of his speech captivating as always. But you found yourself less focused on his words and more on the way his lips moved, the elegant arch of his eyebrows, the softness in his eyes that contrasted so beautifully with the wisdom they held. You didn’t plan it, but the next thing you knew, you leaned forward and kissed him, silencing him mid-sentence.

His words were cut off as his lips met yours. His initial surprise only lasted a moment before his shoulders relaxed, and he melted into the kiss, his hand instinctively finding its way to your cheek. The conversation was forgotten entirely as he returned the kiss, slow and tender, savouring the moment. When you finally pulled back, he didn’t say anything at first, just stared at you with a faint smile, his fingers brushing your jawline. He chuckled softly, as though the interruption was the most natural thing in the world. No more history for now—he was entirely yours in that moment.

「 ✦ Erestor ✦ 」

You’d been going over a strategy with Erestor, his mind sharp and focused as always. His attention was entirely on the plans spread out before you, his fingers tracing the edges of the map. But as he leaned over the table, the way his dark hair fell into his eyes, the way his lips moved as he muttered to himself—it was all too tempting. Without warning, you reached up and kissed him, cutting through the tension in the air.

Erestor blinked in shock, straightening immediately as if unsure of what just happened. His cheeks flushed a deep red, utterly unprepared for the interruption. He opened his mouth to speak but then closed it again, utterly at a loss for words. His eyes flickered between the map and you as if trying to regain his composure. A nervous chuckle escaped him, and he ran a hand through his hair, clearly flustered. “That...was unexpected,” he managed much softer than before. He didn’t scold you, but his lips curved into a rare smile, and despite the heat in his cheeks, there was a warmth in his eyes that told you he enjoyed it.

「 ✦ Elrohir ✦ 」

Elrohir had been telling you a story, his hands moving animatedly as he spoke, his usual brightness and energy captivating. His smile was contagious, his laughter genuine, and you couldn’t stop yourself. Mid-sentence, as he grinned widely at something he’d said, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his, interrupting him without a second thought.

His initial reaction was a surprised inhale, his body stilling as he processed what had just happened. But in the span of a heartbeat, he was already leaning into the kiss, his hands coming up to cradle your face. He didn’t waste time—he deepened the kiss, his enthusiasm carrying over into this new, far more intimate moment. The conversation was forgotten entirely as he pulled you closer, his lips warm and insistent. When you finally broke apart, he was grinning like a mischievous child caught in the act. “Well, if that’s how you want to interrupt, I’m not complaining,” he teased, his eyes gleaming with playful intent. He wasn’t interested in resuming the conversation anytime soon.

「 ✦ Elladan ✦ 」

Elladan had been in the middle of explaining something to you, his voice smooth and steady, as usual, his expression thoughtful. But you weren’t really listening. You were too distracted by the way his lips formed each word, the way his eyes flicked between you and whatever he was talking about. So you cut him off mid-sentence with a kiss, your lips pressing against his before he could even finish his thought.

His breath froze at the unexpected affection. He blinked, stunned for a brief moment, but then he smiled against your lips. He gently returned the kiss, his hand resting on your waist as if he’d been waiting for an excuse to stop talking all along. When you pulled away, he gave you a knowing look, his eyes gleaming with playful amusement. “If you wanted me to stop talking, you could’ve just asked,” he murmured teasingly in a lower register, though he made no effort to move away from you. The conversation was clearly no longer a priority for him.

「 ✦ Thingol ✦ 」

You had been deep in conversation with Thingol, the great Elven king discussing matters of Doriath with his usual enthusiasm. His words were important, of course, but the way his eyes shone in the soft light, the slight curl of his lips when he smiled—it was all far too distracting. Without thinking, you leaned in and kissed him mid-sentence, startling him out of his train of thought.

Thingol stiffened at first, caught entirely off guard by your sudden boldness. His words faltered, and for a moment, he looked utterly stunned. But then, slowly, a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. His regal composure softened, and he tilted his head slightly, returning the kiss with a gentle, deliberate tenderness. When you pulled back, he chuckled, low and rich, shaking his head. “You’re a distraction,” he said, amusement clear in his tone. His eyes sparkled, and though he was clearly amused, there was no annoyance in his expression. He lifted a hand to your cheek, brushing his thumb along your skin before murmuring, “But a welcome one.”

「 ✦ Beleg ✦ 」

Beleg had been talking about a recent hunt, his eyes bright with excitement as he recounted the details. His enthusiasm was infectious, and you couldn’t help but watch him with growing affection. He looked so alive, so utterly captivating, that you found yourself leaning in and kissing him right in the middle of his sentence.

He felt him pause, completely caught off guard. His eyes widened, cheeks flushing a deep red as he tried to process what had just happened. For a second, he seemed utterly at a loss, but then a grin broke across his face. “Well, that’s one way to stop me from rambling,” he quipped. He pulled you closer, his arm slipping around your waist as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “Though I can’t say I mind.” There was a playful glint in his eyes as he looked at you, clearly enjoying your boldness. The conversation was forgotten entirely, replaced by the warmth of his embrace.

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earthlybeam · 13 days ago

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Elves how would they react to their human s/o being so…human with their ‘odd quirks’ by elven standards

how would the elves react to this?

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Legolas Elladan, Elrohir, versions are below.

🍃𝓛𝓮𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓼

Legolas, would react to the human quirks

Friendship bracelets

𖧧 Legolas, upon receiving your friendship bracelet, would tilt his head, perplexed but intrigued. The concept of such a simple human gesture would be foreign to him, though he’d try to hide his confusion. He would smile faintly, admiring the effort you put into it, and gently accept it. “I… thank you,” he’d say, his voice soft, unsure of how to fully express his gratitude. But before he could add anything further, you surprise him by handcuffing him to you, metal cuffs clicking shut with a solid sound.

𖧧 His brows furrow in immediate bewilderment as he glances at his wrist, then at you. His long elven fingers gently trace the cold metal, trying to process the meaning behind this peculiar gesture. For a moment, Legolas remains still, clearly not accustomed to the idea of being physically bound in this way. His instincts tell him to remain calm, but the discomfort is evident in his eyes.

𖧧 “It is… unusual,” he mutters, carefully choosing his words. He’d never been this physically restricted, and while elves value connection, this is a step far beyond their customary bonds. He’d chuckle softly, unable to help himself. “You wish for us to be inseparable, I suppose?” His lips curve into a small, knowing smile, though there’s a hint of uncertainty as he looks at the cuffs, trying to figure out how to move forward with this.

𖧧 His natural grace would make him reluctant to show any sign of weakness, but there’s an endearing vulnerability in his reaction. He’s unsure, but he will go along with it—just for you.

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You Burning their tongue on food even though they just said, “This is too hot.”

𖧧 Legolas watches you eagerly take a bite of the food, and though he warned you it was too hot, his gaze lingers with curiosity. His sharp elven senses allow him to notice the subtle moment before you react—your eyes widen, and a soft hiss escapes your lips as you burn your tongue. His brow furrows in concern, but before he can offer further caution, you’re already wincing from the heat.

𖧧 The sound of your discomfort pulls him from his thoughts, and he quickly shifts, reaching for a nearby cloth to offer, his movements swift but gentle. His usual stoic expression softens into a mixture of amusement and worry. “I did warn you,” he says quietly, his voice carrying a light tease, though his eyes are filled with empathy.

𖧧 You’re still fanning your mouth, trying to cool down the sting, and Legolas can’t help but chuckle, a soft, melodic sound that echoes through the room. His gaze softens as he watches you, clearly not used to humans’ more… dramatic reactions to things like food. He’s never been one to burn his tongue—elfkind’s food is often prepared in ways that are gentler to the senses—but he admires your resilience.

𖧧 “Next time,” he adds, gently reaching to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, “perhaps wait just a moment longer before the tasting?” There’s a warmth in his voice, not mocking, but a subtle reminder of the careful consideration elves give to their meals. Despite the playful warning, his care for you is obvious in his every move, even if the moment was a bit amusing.

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You Laughing so hard you start hiccupping or snorting as if some sort of animal (pig) or dying animal).

𖧧 Legolas is sitting beside you, watching as you laugh at something he’s said, his expression soft and admiring. His keen eyes follow the subtle shifts in your face, appreciating the joy that lights up your features. But then, as your laughter grows louder, it takes an unexpected turn—your giggles suddenly erupt into hiccupping bursts, followed by a snort that’s unmistakably loud and somewhat… animalistic.

𖧧 Legolas freezes for a split second, his eyes widening as he processes the sound. His elven composure falters for just a moment. He’s never heard anyone laugh quite like this, especially not with such… unique noises. A flash of bewilderment flickers in his eyes, as his mind races to interpret this strange, human occurrence. For a moment, he’s unsure whether to laugh with you or express concern, but then he sees the playful, innocent glint in your eyes, and his lips twitch into a small, amused smile.

𖧧 Unable to help himself, he chuckles softly, the sound gentle and melodic. “I did not expect that,” he says, his voice laced with amusement. His tone isn’t mocking, but filled with a rare, affectionate surprise. Watching you recover, he reaches over, his long fingers brushing lightly against your arm in a gesture of comfort. “You have a very… unique way of expressing happiness.” His voice softens, an endearing tenderness lacing his words.

𖧧 Legolas, ever the observer, studies you with a quiet fascination. The way humans are so unguarded in their laughter is something he finds both strange and beautiful. For a moment, he wonders if he could ever truly understand the depth of human emotion—but the sight of your laughter, snorting and hiccupping all the while, fills him with a warmth he cannot explain.

𖧧 “Next time, perhaps,” he teases lightly, “we could avoid such alarming sounds? Or…” He hesitates, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. “Do you think your laugh could be more… graceful, like a melody?” It’s all in good fun, of course, and he’s thoroughly charmed by the unrestrained joy you bring into his life, quirks and all.

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You Forgetting why you walked into a room.

𖧧 Legolas watches you enter the room with purpose, only to see your expression shift into one of confusion as you stand still in the center, looking around. His brow furrows slightly in curiosity as he tilts his head, sensing that something is amiss. He knows the keen mind of humans isn’t always as steady as that of elves, but this moment is still somewhat puzzling to him.

𖧧 You turn slowly, your eyes scanning the room, and he can’t help but notice the subtle hint of frustration crossing your face. It doesn’t take long for him to realize what has happened. With a soft exhale, he steps toward you, his movements fluid and graceful, and places a hand lightly on your shoulder. His touch is gentle but grounding, offering you silent reassurance.

𖧧 “Is it… you’ve forgotten why you came in?” he asks, his voice soft but filled with a quiet understanding. Though elves are known for their sharp minds and memory, he knows that humans, in their unpredictability, can sometimes be caught in moments like this. He has seen it before, but never quite like this—never so endearing.

𖧧 A faint smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he watches you, his eyes warm with affection. “It happens to even the best of us,” he continues, his tone teasing but kind, trying to lighten the moment. “Perhaps… you came in here for something important?” he offers, with a playful raise of his eyebrow. His voice is gentle, coaxing, and his patience unwavering.

𖧧 Legolas stands quietly beside you, his gaze flicking over to the room as if expecting to offer some insight or suggestion. He isn’t quite sure what might trigger your memory, but he stands there, entirely present, offering his company in your moment of forgetfulness. In his mind, it’s a small thing—a brief lapse in memory—but one he finds oddly charming. It only adds to the unique nature of your humanity, something he finds both puzzling and delightful.

𖧧 “I could wait with you,” he says quietly, his gaze softening, “until you recall your purpose.” He offers this without haste, showing that he’s happy to wait for as long as it takes. In his presence, there’s no pressure to rush—just a simple offering of comfort and patience.

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You Flipping the pillow to the “cool side” before settling in.

𖧧 Legolas is seated nearby, watching as you prepare for rest. It’s a quiet evening, and the soft flicker of the fire casts gentle shadows across the camp. His sharp eyes follow every movement you make, and as you reach for your pillow, a curious look crosses his face. He’s seen humans do this before—flipping pillows to the “cool side”—but it’s something that still baffles him.

𖧧 His gaze remains on you as you perform this little ritual with such intent, turning the pillow over with a look of satisfaction when the cooler side meets your skin. There’s something so uniquely human about it, so mundane, yet filled with purpose. Legolas tilts his head slightly, intrigued by the simple comfort you seek in this small action.

𖧧 “You do this often?” he asks softly, his voice filled with a quiet curiosity. His tone isn’t judgmental, merely fascinated by the small things that define your habits. The comfort that comes from something so small—so human—is not lost on him. He wonders what it would feel like to be so affected by something as seemingly insignificant as a cool pillow. In his own world, the luxury of sleep is always serene, and the need to find a cooler side to rest his head is unfamiliar to him.

𖧧 As you settle in, Legolas leans back against a tree, still watching you. His mind wanders for a moment, contemplating how humans experience such simple pleasures. His people are bound by centuries of wisdom and deep-rooted connection to the world, but this is something else—something uniquely tied to the fleeting nature of human life.

𖧧 “There is a certain peace in such small things,” he murmurs, almost to himself, but loud enough for you to hear. His gaze softens as he watches you sink into comfort, your own rituals of rest bringing you calm. Though his own sleep habits are different, he admires the little things that make you human—like the quiet satisfaction you gain from flipping a pillow. It’s something so simple, yet it feels meaningful to him, like a moment of serenity in the chaos of life.

𖧧 As you finally settle, Legolas can’t help but smile, a small, fond smile that he doesn’t often let others see. For him, it’s the little moments, like watching you flip your pillow, that remind him why he cherishes this strange, beautiful connection between you.

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Elladan, would react to the human quirks

Friendship bracelets

⭒ Elladan’s reaction to the situation would be a blend of mischievousness and affectionate amusement. When you handed him the friendship bracelets, he would have flashed you a roguish grin, clearly excited by the gesture. “Oh? How sweet,” he’d say, inspecting the bracelets with a teasing look. But then, when you suddenly attached the metal cuffs, his smile would widen into a full-blown laugh. “Well, well, it seems you’re more clever than I thought. I can’t go anywhere now, can I?” he’d tease, rattling the cuffs playfully.

⭒ He would tug at the chains with a dramatic flair, then glance at you with a twinkle in his eyes. “You’re quite bold, I’ll give you that. But I must admit, I’m not sure if I should be worried or impressed.” He would lean in, whispering, “Though, I’m not opposed to being stuck with you, if I’m honest.”

⭒ With a cheeky grin, he would then pull you closer, his arm slipping around your waist as he mock-complained, “Now we’re inseparable, aren’t we? How will I ever escape from this torment?” He would dramatically lean back as if to escape but, of course, you would be stuck together. The entire time, he’d be chuckling and making light of the situation. His playful nature would show as he turned the moment into an opportunity to tease you further, saying things like, “I suppose this is the price of your affections. I’ll be stuck with you forever.”

⭒ Elladan would be quick to offer you a kiss on the cheek, his affection clear despite the playful mischief. “I’ll make the most of it,” he’d murmur, his voice softer now, a hint of true warmth beneath the teasing. “Besides, who could resist being bound to you?” He’d wrap his other arm around you, ensuring the cuffs were a mere formality, not a restriction.

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You Burning their tongue on food even though they just said, “This is too hot.”

⭒ Elladan would first raise an eyebrow as you burn your tongue, a grin quickly spreading across his face as he watches you react. “I did warn you,” he’d say, his tone light and teasing. He’d chuckle, the sound warm and full of affection, clearly enjoying the way you’re reacting to your own mistake. “You never listen, do you? Not even when I try to protect you from your own mischief,” he’d add, clearly amused but not unkind.

⭒ Leaning forward, Elladan would mockingly gesture to the food, raising his own fork in an exaggerated fashion. “See? I told you it’s too hot.” He would smile brightly, even though there’s a teasing edge to his voice, his eyes sparkling with mischief. If you were pouting or trying to soothe your mouth, he’d soften slightly, giving you a wink.

⭒ “Don’t worry, my Mellon, I’ll take care of you,” he’d say, a playful smirk forming as he reached over to grab some water or something to help you cool down. He’d hand it to you gently but would still continue his teasing. “Though, I must admit, I did enjoy watching that. You’re quite adorable when you forget to listen.”

⭒ elladan would wait for you to settle, his eyes never leaving you as he watches with affection. Once you recover, he’d give a half-hearted sigh, still clearly amused. “Next time, I’ll just feed you myself,” he’d say with mock seriousness. Then, as if to make up for the teasing, he’d offer to share his food, making sure it’s the right temperature this time, his grin turning into a genuine, affectionate smile. “I swear, I’ll keep you safe from your own curiosity.”

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You Laughing so hard you start hiccupping or snorting as if some sort of animal (pig) or dying animal).

⭒ Elladan would be utterly delighted by your laughter, his eyes sparkling with amusement as you start hiccupping and snorting like some sort of animal. His initial reaction would be pure joy, a broad grin spreading across his face as he watches you. “By the Valar,” he would exclaim between bursts of laughter, “I knew you were a wild one, but this—this is beyond my expectations!”

⭒ He’d lean in closer, unable to contain his laughter as you hiccup again, the sound so unrestrained that it only makes him laugh harder. “Is this your true form, then?” he’d tease, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. “A beautiful wild boar in disguise?” He’d give you a playful nudge, clearly enjoying every second of it.

⭒ As you snort again, Elladan would burst out laughing even louder, his mischievous side fully in control. “I can’t believe it,” he’d say, still laughing, “you’re a charming mix of grace and chaos. And here I thought I knew you!”

⭒ Despite his teasing, he would be incredibly affectionate, wrapping an arm around you to steady you while you try to catch your breath. “Ah, there, there,” he’d say, still chuckling. “No need to be embarrassed, my love. You’re just too adorable for words.”

⭒ If you tried to stop snorting or hiccupping, he would only tease you further. “Oh, don’t stop now! I’ll never get enough of this!” But he’d say it with such warmth and adoration that you’d know he was only joking. Eventually, once the fits of laughter settled, Elladan would press a kiss to your forehead, his face still full of amusement. “You’re perfect,” he’d say softly, “hiccups, snorts, and all.” Then, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, he’d add, “But I will never let you live this down.”

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You Forgetting why you walked into a room.

⭒ Elladan would notice the confusion in your expression the moment you step into the room, pausing as if searching for something. His lips would twitch into a playful grin, and he’d watch you for a moment before asking, “Lost something, my Mellon?”

⭒ When you admit you’ve forgotten why you entered, his amusement would shine through, though not unkindly. “Ah, a classic case of wandering with no purpose, is it?” he’d tease, raising an eyebrow and leaning against the doorframe. “I do it all the time… just not quite so charmingly as you, of course.” He’d step closer, his grin widening. “Did you come for me? Or perhaps you were hoping to find something that I’ve hidden again?”

⭒ Elladan would chuckle softly, his voice low and warm as he gently approached you, his arms opening as if to offer comfort. “It’s perfectly alright,” he’d say, a little more seriously, his teasing tone softening. “I’ll help you remember. If I must, I’ll take full responsibility for distracting you.”

⭒ If you still seemed lost, he’d offer his hand, his eyes sparkling with affection. “Come, let me help you. I’m sure whatever it was will come back to you soon enough.” He would lead you out of the room, his steps light as he softly hums an elven tune, hoping it might trigger your memory.

⭒ Elladan’s teasing nature would never turn harsh; he’d make sure to keep the moment lighthearted. “Perhaps next time,” he’d say with a grin, “I’ll make sure to keep you focused. Though I’m not sure if I should be worried or proud that I can make you forget so easily.” He would ruffle your hair affectionately, enjoying the warmth between you, before offering one last playful wink. “We’ll figure it out together, no matter how many rooms we wander into.”

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You Flipping the pillow to the “cool side” before settling in.

⭒ Elladan would watch with a mixture of amusement and curiosity as you flip your pillow to the “cool side,” clearly fascinated by the little ritual. His lips would curl into a mischievous smile, his eyes sparkling with affection and teasing. “A bit warm, is it?” he’d ask with a playful glint, watching you settle back onto the pillow. “You know, I’ve heard Elves have perfected the art of always having the coolest side, but I never expected such a peculiar habit from you, my love.”

⭒ He’d lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, clearly entertained. “Is it truly so different, this ‘cool side’ business? Is this the human way of conquering the heat?” His tone would carry a touch of mock seriousness as he watches you, clearly enjoying your simple habit. “I suppose I could learn from you… though I doubt I could ever understand the need for such things when the entire night is cool and perfect in itself.”

⭒ Elladan would watch closely as you get comfortable again, his gaze softening with affection. He would walk over to sit beside you, reaching out to lightly ruffle your hair. “Though, I must admit, it’s charming to see you in your little rituals, even if they’re a mystery to me,” he’d say with a teasing smile. “How many times do you flip it before it feels just right?”

⭒ He’d lie down next to you, propping himself up on one arm to watch you closely, his voice quieter now, full of warmth. “No matter how odd your little quirks may seem to me, I find them endearing.” His smile would soften, and he’d lean in, brushing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Perhaps I should get you another pillow to flip, just to see how you’d react.”

⭒ As he settled in beside you, his teasing tone would shift to something more tender. “You’re so very human, and yet… that’s what I love about you.” Then, with a smirk, he’d add, “Even if it means I’ll never truly understand the ‘cool side’ of things.”

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⭐️𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓱𝓲𝓻

Elrohir, would react to the human quirks

Friendship bracelets

✧ Elrohir would freeze mid-sentence, staring at the cuffs now locking you to him. His brows would furrow slightly, then lift as a wry smile spread across his face. “This is… quite the interpretation of friendship bracelets, melda.” He’d test the chain’s strength, tugging lightly, his amusement growing with every second.

✧ “You realize,” he continued, his voice dripping with mock solemnity, “that this means you are now at my mercy. Whatever plans you had today are now our plans.” He’d smirk, leaning in just enough to make you squirm.

✧ As the reality of your decision set in, he’d tease relentlessly. “Tell me, what shall we do when you trip over your own feet, dragging me down with you? Or when nature calls, shall we negotiate custody of the key?”

✧ But beneath the humor, Elrohir’s fondness would shine through. He’d squeeze your cuffed hand, his eyes warm. “If this is your way of saying you can’t bear to be apart from me, I suppose I could endure it… for a little while.”

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You Burning their tongue on food even though they just said, “This is too hot.”

✧ Elrohir would watch in exasperated disbelief as you bit into the steaming food, ignoring his warning moments before. The instant you flinched, your face contorting as the heat hit you, he’d sigh dramatically and set his fork down, fixing you with his sharp, knowing gaze.

✧ “I just said it was too hot,” he’d remark, his voice laced with mock patience. “Do you believe I speak for my own amusement?” Rising from his seat, he’d grab a glass of cool water, placing it in your hand with a smirk that suggested he was holding back laughter.

✧ As you tried to soothe the burn, fanning your mouth like a madperson, Elrohir would cross his arms, leaning casually against the table. “Tell me, melda, was the half-second of impatience worth the agony?” He’d tilt his head, amusement dancing in his eyes, clearly relishing your predicament.

✧ Still, despite his teasing, he’d step closer, gently tilting your chin to check your lips or tongue for any visible harm. “Next time, perhaps you’ll listen. Or perhaps you’re simply determined to give me new reasons to worry.” His voice would soften, and with a quick kiss to your forehead, he’d add with a low chuckle, “You’re lucky you’re endearing, even when reckless.”

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You Laughing so hard you start hiccupping or snorting as if some sort of animal (pig) or dying animal).

✧ Elrohir would be smiling faintly at first, amused by whatever had set you off into a fit of laughter. But as your giggles turned into uncontrollable hiccups and snorting, his brows would rise in surprise, his lips twitching as he tried not to laugh himself. “Are… are you unwell?” he’d ask, his tone half-concerned, half-mocking as he watched you double over, gasping between snorts.

✧ When another hiccup escaped, followed by an unmistakable pig-like sound, he’d finally lose his composure. A low chuckle would escape him, quickly turning into full laughter as he leaned back, shaking his head in disbelief. “Valar help me, what was that noise? Is that… normal for you?”

✧ You’d try to respond through your gasps and hiccups, but every attempt to speak would only result in another snort, setting him off again. “You sound like a wounded animal,” he’d tease, his silver eyes gleaming with mirth. “Or perhaps a piglet who’s lost its way.”

✧ Elrohir would lean closer, resting his chin on his hand, his smirk wide and teasing. “Shall I fetch a healer? Or perhaps a farmer to reclaim you?” he’d quip, his dry sense of humor cutting through your hiccuping fit.

✧ As your laughter subsided into breathless hiccups, he’d press a hand lightly to your back, soothing you as he shook his head in mock exasperation. “You’re utterly ridiculous, you know that? I’ve faced orcs and wargs without flinching, but this—” he gestured vaguely to you—“might be the most absurd thing I’ve ever seen.”

✧ Finally, he’d place his hands on your shoulders, his expression softening as he tried to steady you. “Breathe, melda. Before you pass out and I’m forced to explain to Elladan why you keeled over because of… whatever that sound is.” Despite his words, his lips would twitch, threatening another laugh.

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You Forgetting why you walked into a room.

✧ Elrohir would follow you into the room, his sharp eyes watching you as you paused mid-step, looking around in confusion. At first, he’d wait silently, arms crossed and leaning casually against the doorway, giving you the benefit of the doubt. But as the seconds stretched on and you furrowed your brow, his smirk would grow, the corners of his mouth twitching with suppressed laughter.

✧ “Let me guess,” he finally said, breaking the silence. “The great mission you embarked on has already been forgotten?” His voice would carry a teasing lilt, but there was warmth beneath the amusement.

✧ You’d turn to him, flustered, trying to explain yourself, but he’d step closer, tilting his head with mock seriousness. “Ah, I see… it must have been of such grave importance that your mind couldn’t handle the weight of it,” he quipped, his silver eyes glinting with mischief.

✧ When you began to retrace your steps or try to jog your memory, Elrohir would follow close behind, his smirk never faltering. “Perhaps you came in here to admire the fine elven craftsmanship?” he’d suggest, gesturing to the furniture with exaggerated reverence. “Or was it to spend more time with me? If that’s the case, I must say, there are easier ways to accomplish it.”

✧ Once you finally remembered—or gave up—he’d chuckle and take your hand, leading you back out. “You’re lucky I find you endearing, even when your mortal mind betrays you.” Then, with a sly grin, he’d add, “But should you forget me one day, I’ll be forced to remind you every single reason why you love me. Repeatedly.”

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You Flipping the pillow to the “cool side” before settling in.

✧ Elrohir would lie beside you, already comfortably settled, when he noticed you fidgeting with your pillow. At first, he’d merely watch in silence, his brow furrowing slightly as you lifted the pillow, flipped it over, and fluffed it with purpose. When you finally laid down with a satisfied sigh, he’d tilt his head, the faintest smirk playing at his lips. “What,” he began in his usual dry tone, “was that curious ritual I just witnessed?”

✧ You’d try to explain the logic of the “cool side” of the pillow, and his expression would shift from mild confusion to amused disbelief. “The cool side?” he’d repeat slowly, as if trying to comprehend this mortal peculiarity. “Does the other side offend you in some way?”

✧ His smirk would grow as you defended your actions, and he’d prop himself up on one elbow, his silver eyes glinting with mischief. “Ah, so the secret to human comfort lies in the temperature of your pillow. Truly, I learn something new every day with you.”

✧ As you attempted to ignore his teasing and settle in, Elrohir would suddenly reach over, flipping his own pillow to the “cool side” with exaggerated flair. Then he’d lean back, closing his eyes with a dramatic sigh. “I must admit, this is quite revolutionary. How have we Elves endured millennia of discomfort without this brilliant discovery?”

✧ Despite his playful ribbing, his tone would soften as he turned to you, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Only you could find such small joys, melda,” he’d murmur, his voice warm. “And somehow, you make me cherish them too.”

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