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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

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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[batsyforyou]

Elrond/Elladan/Elrohir Sleep Headcanons

Pairings: Elrond x reader Elladan x reader Elrohir x reader

Warnings: None 

Author’s Note: Another one for the Blanket Series! I hope you enjoy it!

Lucky for you these elves never saw the light of the two trees therefore you don’t have to worry about being blinded or annoyed by elf light. 

Elrond and his family have such a mixed bloodline

And being part human gives them the ability to sleep with their eyes closed!

I repeat, eyes closed! Which means no creepy staring in the middle of the night. Though because they do share maia and elf blood you do have the off chance of waking up to an open eyed stare. 

Like when you get jumpscared by that chair that carries all your laundry. But instead of a chair it's an elf.

Elrond: 

Elrond isn’t much of a cuddle bug, and usually just sleeps on his back in the middle of the bed like a mummy and the occasional book on his side.

If you want to cuddle up into his side though he’s down for that.

He has horrible nightmares. And when you cuddle up into him he’ll grip your arm in a vice-like grip. Worried that you’ll slip away from him.

He sleep talks. 

Always mumbling something in his sleep. Either telling his children to knock it off or scolding Erestor and Glorfindel.

Though occasionally he’ll break your heart and talk to Maglor and Maedhros asking them all the questions his child self never got to ask. 

You sometimes have to cry yourself to sleep. 

6/10 sleep buddy

Elladan: 

Elladan sleep koala’s you. 

And by that I mean he wraps his entire self around you. Typically you can’t move.

Both Elladan and Elrohir have an insane fear that you’ll be snatched away in the middle of the night. 

So he hates it when you get up to leave him

He tends to snore into your ear though. Thankfully it's not earthquake level snoring, it's just that calming sound you’ve grown accustomed to. 

Like a little louder than necessary asmr video.

Though he tends to run a little hot so you only sleep with a sheet covering you usually.

Honestly without all the blankets, sheets, and comforter on me that’d freak me out. It's like opening yourself up to an attack. Like when you stick your foot off the side of the bed. 

Elladan is a 5/10 sleep buddy

Elrohir: 

Elrohir usually sleeps on his side and prefers the left side of the bed by the window.

So you usually cuddle him as the big spoon with him holding your hand and pulling it to his lips for an occasional kiss.

When you get tired and frustrated with it though and just want decent cuddles from him. You'll climb over him. 

He gave you permission though so despite all his grunts and groans from your potential smack downs and kicks. He just wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer. 

Most of the time you’ll just snuggle into his chest. Under the blankets and listening to his heartbeat.

He runs at the perfect temperature. 

And other than you climbing over him sleeps pretty deeply.

Elrohir doesn’t really snore but his breathing sure is audible.  

Overall Elrohir is a 8/10 sleep bubby. 

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A Moment of Peace

Elladan x reader

Request: Hello! Can I plop in a request for Elladan or Elrohir skinny dipping with reader? Fluffy and giggly - they can also be fully clothed, I just think either of them would be really fun to go swimming with! Please and thank you 🙏🏻🥰😇 - Anon

A/N: Coming right up, a fluff for cheeky Elladan :)

Warning: nudity, skinny dipping, fluff, humour

Word: 1.5k

Synopsis: A day off from work leads you to spend the day with your beloved, swimming around nude as you were born, enjoying the summer peace.

The sun rained its radiance upon the earth like thousands of diamonds, glittering like the pinnacle of gemstones it proved itself worth, illuminating the world with its brilliance. From the flowers in the meadow to the canopies of the forest to the rich soil of the earth after a blossoming rainfall to the surface of the lake where splashes of jovial laughter echoed. The song of birds, larks and robins, singing their lungs full of a merry tune and adding to the astonishing beauty the world was. In the distance, occasionally, a deer or two would pass by nibbling on the mulberries in their fruitful abundance along with a stag and their little offspring. The quiet trekking of their hooves across the forest floor was below the whisper of wind, and yet, your hearing could pick them up. Even the spirited squirrels that chased each other for nuts did not go unmissed.

A loud splash followed by a gasp broke the serenity you found in the woods. After a month off slaving away behind the fireside as one of the cooks under Lord Glorfindel, he was graciously kind to offer you the week off to recuperate. The first two days were spent under the quilts, nestled deeply and tucked away in wonderland, dreaming about a distant land far away. The third and fourth day was spent tidying up your house since you barely had time to have your life in order and the fifth day, today, was currently being spent drowning underwater by your elven beloved.

Though you prefer to say, playful drowning since he wanted to discover his response to a drowning you should the moment ever arise, however, the game didn’t last for long. Pouting when you no longer wished to continue the game, he decided to find another means of entertainment. Another splash to your left and you observed a bare-bottom Elladan taking a dive under the crystal clear lake to go fishing for flat stones, an obsession he grew to develop after you explained to him your once hobby. From your angle, you were able to clearly observe every nude part of his body freely moving with the push and pull of his strokes underwater. This boy really has no shame. Shaking your head at how peculiar his nudity request was today, perhaps it was to make you laugh with his dangling body parts.

It didn’t take long for him to resurface with four flat stones, each a different colour from the mineral content in the lake. “Look! This one matches your eye colour,” he gleamed, swimming closer and holding the stone closer to your eye to compare. He was right indeed. The stone bore the same glow and brightness that your eyes did and became illuminated when held under Anor. “This is my favourite; I’ll put them beside the other fifty I’ve collected that matched your eye colour,” he chirped.

Taking a short swim away from you to place the stones beside your clothes on the shore, you swam further out only to shriek at the sudden decrease in temperature. Your little sound didn’t go unnoticed by his ear and prompted him to wade into the water once again, approaching your side. “What’s the matter?” he questioned and inched his head closer to yours.

Grinning embarrassingly and shaking your hanging head, you wheezed at how silly you were to expect the entire lake to sit at one temperature. “Nothing really, it’s just that I wanted to swim out but over there is a lot colder than here,” you chuckled.

Wanting to humour and charm you, Elladan took it upon himself to wrap his warm arms around your waist and tug you closer to his wet chest. His naked body was pressed against yours and you felt every ripple of his steel muscles flexing when he tightened his grip around your waist. You felt bashful at the daring action as though you two have never been naked before the other on numerous occasions, though this was different. A different type of intimacy shared between you both radiated pure and playful love. It prompted a puppy-like form of affection to blossom.

On his face, he hid the growing blush that spread across his cheeks at the close contact with your naked body. Acting like some ellon who reached maturity, Elladan’s ears were also reddened. With the slight brush of your chest against his and his neither region poking the softness of your thigh, he bit his lip to resist the urge to giggle. He acted like it was the first time he was seeing and holding you naked; as if you didn’t regularly bathe together.

“Elladan…” you sang.

“Yes, my sweet little dove,” he sang to you.

Giggling in an attempt of replying, you buried your face into his neck and released peals of laughter. Something so simple from him could emit rounds of tummy-aching joy from a soft and calm person like yourself. You wished to respond to his singing with a melody of your own but were caught up in the rapture of feeling the eruption of bubbles and butterflies in your stomach at the usage of his endearment for you. He could be such a sweet and goofy person all at once and you adored it. Compared to many who bore the same individualities as he did, it was revered in your eyes differently than any other. He was beautiful in his own little enchanting way.

“Is the water still cold?” he inquired, breaking your thoughts of admiration.

Pulling your face out of his neck to quizzically observe him, you jerked your head back before breaking contact to view your surroundings. You were much further out than you originally were minutes ago. “You moved us?” you asked.

“Hmm, while you were busy giggling away, I pushed us out. So, is the water still cold?”

Answering with a shake of your head, he produced a cheerful grin, proud of his accomplishment. A little trick of his up his sleeves since he was the literal sun all through the year. The one time you couldn’t complain about him overheating and causing you to sweat like a pig.

“Told you that my superheating would come in handy,” he boasted.

Rolling your eyes at his inherited dramatic flare from his mother, as his father once described, you reached out to scoop a handful of water and dumped it on his head, hearing him gasp. Elladan didn’t hesitate for a second, pushing you out of his grasp to face the harsh coldness of the lake and reach for his scoop of water to dash all over you. Back and forth the two of you splashed each other, completely oblivious to the nudity you both wore in board daylight where a passer-by could observe. At one point, you started complaining about the unfairness of the other because that’s not a part of the rules.

“What do you mean I can’t over splash you? You’ve been drowning me with cold water!”

“Well, that’s the rules of the game.”

“You mean those ridiculous rules you and your brother would create to cheat?”

“That is not true – ah!”

Holding your hand at splashing him again, you froze when you noticed him holding his face, importantly, his eye. You felt panic surge through your veins at your day being ruined by a simple game and causing injuries. Wading through the water to reach his side, your smaller hands crawled up his arm to pry his hands away from his face for you to inspect the severity of the damage. It took a lot to make him cry since he tended to ramp with the scarier and tougher folks out in the wild. His whines informed you that it wasn’t pleasant.

Refusing to allow you to inspect his eye, you didn’t notice his freed arm reaching out to cup his hand in the water and spray it on you. Your reaction time was slow as the sequence took place. One minute you were whining over his injury and the next, you were gasping for breath as cold water soaked your bones and travelled up your nasal cavity. In the distance, you could hear his boisterous laughter growing distant as he swam away from you to avoid any form of punishment.

“Elladan!” you screamed.

“Aw, don’t be so upset dove. It’s all part of the game,” he spoke with smugness in his voice while he continued to keep his distance.

Wiping the water from your face and nose, you peeked through your hair strands and noticed he was paddling back to shore, leaving out in the coldness. “Just wait till I get my hands on you!”

“You’re gonna have to catch me first. Race you to the shore.”

“That’s no fair! You already have a head start!”

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Hi, lovely! I'm so glad your requests are open! I have a cute idea that I was wondering if you'd be interested in writing?

Either Elladan or Argon bc they need more love ❤️

They have a secret admirer that occasionally leaves letters or little gifts (like cookies or small trinkets) for them. (They really hope it's y/n!)

Y/n accidently outs themselves at some feast/party and are so embarrassed, and it super flusters our elf boy, and he manages to confess as well

Thanks in advance if you decide to write this!

Be Careful What You Wish For

characters elladan x reader

fandom tolkien- the hobbit the lord of the rings

a/n @fictionfordays - I have it and I really hope you enjoy it hun - was lowkey tempted to end this in angst lmaoo

Elladan grinned - seeing yet another little piece of note left by his hunting gears.

He raced up and picked by the lavender scent note - his fingers excitedly opening it and his brother’s calls became distant:

‘The only time I have realized I have secretly fallen for you is when everything around me reminds me of you, in the smallest things, and the most unexpected moments, and I cannot tell you a single thing about it’

Elladan let out a soft breath - that he didn’t know he was holding.

His grin turned into a soft smile - as his eyes glossed over the words again.

Then, suddenly the note was ripped from his grasp.

He groaned - turning to his twin with a glare.

“Elrohir-”

“The only time I have realized I have secretly fallen for you. . .is when everything around me. . .reminds me of you, in-”

Elladan rolled his eyes and grabbed the carefully crafted and decorated note back from Elrohir. 

His usually calm and composed twin - compared to himself - broke away from his usual façade to tease him for the little notes and sweet trinkets left by his supposed secret admirer.

It had been almost a month since he received these little gifts - left lying in places that were bound to be found by him.

The only people who would know him that well, were the ones of his kin . . .and Y/N.

The daughter of Lord Glorfindel - his heart never ceased to skip a beat whenever he set his eyes on you and he hoped more than anything you had left these precious little messages and trinkets for him.

Though - Elrohir being the wiser twin had advised not to let his heart go astray. . .what if it wasn't you?

It would leave not only his - but whosoever heart he captured broken too. . .

But call him selfish - he wanted. . .needed it to be you. . .

Elrohir had seen it through too - and he deeply hoped it was indeed you, you could not bear to think of the consequences otherwise. . .

“Be careful what you wish for, brother. . .”

Elrohir said quietly and moved away - making Elladan sigh.

Elladan gulped reading over his precious little note again - imagining it as it was your voice reading it out loud to him.

He was in too deep for something he wasn’t even definite about.

Elladan quickly hopped down from the high grounds - following his twin back into the centre of Rivendell.

The feast of Starlight was happening tonight and his father would scold him to Valinor if he was late for it.

He quickly got ready - dressing himself in the finest wear his father and sister had picked out for him - knowing he lacked any skills in looking presentable for feasts and festivals such as these.

Once Elladan was finished and dressed to look suitable for the event - he was surprised to meet you as he opened the door.

Your hand was moments away from knocking on the door and you blushed furiously as he chuckled.

“Hello, dear lady - what may I help you with?”

He asked - bowing generously to you.

Once composing yourself you rolled your eyes in a very unladylike manner - it was one of the reasons Elladan felt moved by you.

You didn’t let rules tie you down - you were your own person, proving much to be your father’s daughter.

He always admired it.

“I was hoping to get your opinion of my dress. . .”

You blushed as you spoke.

Elladan then dropped his gaze to your dress - a shimmering color that complimented your skin.

You wore it elegantly - you looked truly beautiful dressed in your favorite color and Elladan suddenly felt unable to form words as your beauty radiated causing his cheeks to redden a little too.

“I knew it. . .I look awful don’t I?”

You sighed - in seeing how long he was taking to answer. Unaware of what was really happening to him.

Elladan quickly reached for your hand as you turned away looking ashamed.

“Wait - no you look radiant!”

He blurted out fast - his face blushing again and he needed to clear his throat.

Elladan thanked Eru for his fair skin - for if his skin had been ruddy or freckled like the Feanorian relative he had heard he would have been a bright red berry.

Elladan suddenly felt the pain of the Feanorian as he stood in front of you - bashfully.

He grinned seeing you let out a sigh of relief.

You looked positively glowing - he thought.

Once Elrohir had joined the both of you - you three made it down to the festivities.

While tended to his duties behind his father - his eyes still remained on you.

You had gotten a hold of his sister Arwen and was interacting with her well into the night - that was until Aragorn had whisked her away.

Sneaking away from his father’s side he grinned making his way to you.

You had instantly smiled seeing him - making his heart skip a few beats.

“Elladan. . .”

You smiled.

“I told you look radiant!”

He smirked - has he overheard so many of the guests and residents complimenting you. 

Including Lindir couldn’t help himself from delivering a compliment.

You blushed with a small thanks.

Elrohir came to your side not too long after - and joined Arwen and Aragorn had finished their dance they joined in your little circle too.

“Elladan, brother - why don’t you say about the lovely note you had gotten this evening?”

Elrohir suddenly said - making Elladan almost choke on his drink.

Your eyes had widened and you slowly looked at Elladan you tried to compose himself - then sent a glare to his twin.

Elrohir was the only one who knew Elladan had a secret admirer.

“A note, hanar?”

Arwen questioned - the excitement in her voice could not be missed.

Elladan tried to say something - but he was immediately cut off by Elrohir.

“Why, yes, little sister - a note from a secret lover no less.”

Elrohir smirked.

You had gotten unnaturally quiet - sipping away the wine in your hand but you listened attentively to the conversation.

“You have a secret lover, hanar!”

Arwen spoke excitedly to Elladan - her eyes sparking wanting to hear all the information about it.

“Oh what were the words again? Something about ‘The only time I have realized I have secretly fallen for you. . .is when everything around me. . .reminds me of you. . .’ I wasn’t able to read the rest of it - because someone took it away from me.”

Then Elrohir met eyes with his twin - it was only when he side-eyed you did Elladan understand what his twin was doing. 

Elladan looked at you for a quick second - your eyes were on your wine but you were nervously biting your bottom lip.

He looked back at Elrohir who sneakily gestured to Sîdhel - Lindir’s daughter.

Snapping his eyes shut for a second - he took a deep breath.

“Yes - I do. . .sometimes little trinkets. But usually it is little notes.”

His eyes snuck to you as he spoke to Arwen.

“They are deeply poetic and beautiful - definitely from a gifted writer. . .perhaps even a singer. If I didn’t know any better I would be from Sîdhel. Her lady always knows the right choice of words - her words are always poetic. Her form of speech is as if reading a poem from one of Master Erestor’s scrolls. She knows a little craftsmanship from-”

“No!”

You suddenly shouted - your eyebrows had knitted together in anger and you almost slammed your glass down on the table beside you. 

You earned some glances - but you were too angry to notice them.

Elladan frowned seeing the sudden change in you.

“How could you think they were from Sîdhel? Sîdhel never showed any interest in you. She surely hasn’t spent countless nights trying to think of perfect words to fit into the feelings my heart feels for you. Elladan you never listen - I spoke those words to you before, perhaps not exactly as written, but it was plainly obvious. And the little trinkets I left you? Did you not understand the carved horse at least? When you first took me out horse riding, it was the exact horse I carved for you. Or the flowers? - Remember the flowers we saw when you first took me hunting! Or-”

You suddenly silenced your shouted as you caught yourself in what you were doing. 

You gulped - blushing a deeper shade of red by the second as four pairs of eyes watched you in shock.

You couldn’t even look Elladan in the eye - hastily making a ridiculous excuse you quickly escaped.

Your father’s bright blond hair was within sight and you were around to let him know you were going to retire early tonight.

Then suddenly a grabbed your wrist from behind you - you knew that familiar grip and you refused to meet his gaze.

“Y/N. . .”

Elladan breathed out - still unable to believe what he had heard.

“I-. . .forgive me. . .”

You sighed - only for Elladan to pull you to him and press his lips on top of yours.

Your sighed widened in shock but found yourself immediately kissing back.

After a moment he pulled away - placed his forehead on your forehead.

“My brother warned I should be careful what I wish for, - because I wished for you, I wished for them to be from you, meleth.”

You blushed.

“I thought you were hoping for Sîdhel. . .”

You frowned.

“My clever little starlight, I was hoping to catch you out.”

He winked as he smirked.

You rolled your eyes - you should have known Elladan surely had ways to catch you out on your own game.

“You are truly a fool for not understanding my gifts to you.”

You muttered - feeling a little upset.

“That I am - but I am your fool.”

Elladan grinned.

You laughed.

“I love you, Elladan. . .”

You confessed.

He was about to reply when someone had cleared their throat behind you.

Both of you turned to your father with crossed arms and a raised eyebrow.

“Ada. . .”

You tried - but Elladan immediately cut you off.

“I love her!”

He suddenly blurted - making you burst into laughter.

Glorfindel then only smirked.

“Good!”

He took his leave.

“Elladan!”

You laughed at the look on his face - he looked as if the doomsman of the valar had arrived before him.

He shook his head.

“Well at least your father approves.”

“He sure does.”

You laughed - then smiled as Elladan dove in for another wish.

They say you should be careful what you wish for you - and as Elladan protectively and lovingly kept you in his arms, you knew you wished for the right thing.

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Hello- please may you write elfs comforting reader, I have hard time right now- very painful and tough heartbreak- thanku you

A/N: Oh I'm so sorry darling!!! I hope this helps soothe your heartache at least a little❤️ I'm going to do platonic Elladan, Elrohir and Arwen, okay? If anyone wants a continuation of the other elves send me another ask❤️❤️❤️ (i adore this gif)

Elladan

Elladan would focus on trying to make you forget all about your heartache! He'd take you on adventures, even if it's only sneaking around the House, snickering and ducking behind corners, walls and vases everytime a servant heads in your direction after the two of you sniped fresh bread rolls from the kitchens. You'd soon discover that it doesn't hurt as much as it did before, and the realization that your best friend is responsible going out of his way and putting his duties and responsibilities aside to be there for you brings you more comfort than you can deal with.

Elrohir

Elrohir, being the more serious twin, would take time to sit next to you, and to be a shoulder you can cry on. He knows that sometimes the only way to heal a broken heart is to let your emotions out and to let your heart deal with the rest. He'd give you your space, but he'd check in regularly on you and would make sure that you ate and that you are taking care of yourself, often joining you in an impromptu self-care session, that later turns into a weekly ritual for the two of you. Sometimes, you can catch him out of the corner of your eye watching you with worry subtly etched on his face, and you know then that no matter what, as long as you have 'Ro in your corner, you'll be just fine.

Arwen

Arwen would cry with you. Your pain is now her pain, and she won't let you carry it alone. She's the most fierce regarding dealing with your ex, giving them a cold glare and steering you away before you can even notice them there. She turns super protective over you, and although it sometimes feels suffocating, you know she only means well. You two end up laying in the garden, with your head on her lap as she retells of one of the greatest pranks she and the twins managed to pull on Erestor, and soon your sadness is forgotten between peals of laughter as the stories she tells - along with her gesturing - become wilder, riskier and funnier as the pranks escalate from dyeing Celebrian's hair - a yellow to rival Glorfindel's - to managing to empty the stables entirely in a single night by hiding all of the horses near the rim of the Valley where a pen had sloppily been constructed, only to be discovered by Glorfindel and him asking to join in the prank in exchange for his silence! She makes you laugh so much and instead of feeling a heartache at night, the only ache you feel is the ache of sore stomach muscles.

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Hi, I just found your headcanons and I love reading through them and how detailed you they are! I do have a kind of weird request. I was wondering if you could do some headcanons for a reader who is afraid of the elves at first, but then they begin to make friends? Probably for Elrond, Glorfindel, and Elladan. No pressure! Thanks!

Hi there! Thank you so much for your kind words—I’m so happy to hear you’ve been enjoying my headcanons! 😉🙏 That absolutely isn’t a weird request at all; in fact, I think it’s such an interesting idea. I’d love to explore how Elrond, Glorfindel, and Elladan would react to a reader who’s initially afraid but slowly warms up to them.

enjoy sweetie ✨🫶❤️‍🔥

how would the elves react to this?

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Elrond, Glorfindel, Elladan versions are below.

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Beginning Fear is obviously the feeling of Uncertainty and Unease to you/reader, When you first arrive in Rivendell, you feel completely out of place. The elves are unlike anything you’ve encountered before—ethereal, otherworldly in their grace, and silently commanding in their presence. You often find yourself avoiding their piercing gazes, feeling like you’re being scrutinized, judged, or perhaps even silently ridiculed. Elves move with such fluidity and elegance that it feels as though they belong to a different world entirely, one you’re not sure you can be a part of. You’re particularly intimidated by Elrond, who is both wise and commanding, his very presence invoking awe. He seems so distant, as though he can read the very thoughts of those around him. You fear saying or doing something foolish, especially in his presence.

✶ Misinterpreting Kindness the Feeling Small Your interactions with Elrond are initially filled with hesitation. He speaks to you kindly, his voice gentle and deep, but you can’t shake the feeling that his politeness is something you don’t deserve. When he greets you, it feels formal, and you wonder if he truly sees you as an equal or just another fleeting mortal passing through Rivendell. If he asks about your well-being or your day, you fumble through your responses, unsure of how to speak in front of someone who has lived for so long and seen so much. You’re painfully aware of how small and insignificant your existence seems in comparison to his centuries of wisdom.

✶ Elrond’s Gentle Efforts to Break Through as he Patient and Understanding as Elrond, ever the observant and compassionate leader, notices your unease almost immediately. He doesn’t push you, though, choosing instead to be subtle in his efforts to make you feel comfortable. His usual calm demeanor softens around you, his words slow and thoughtful, never rushed. You begin to realize that his kindness isn’t a performance—it’s genuine. Elrond takes care not to overwhelm you with his usual formality and instead speaks with you as though you are both simply two people having a quiet conversation. He listens patiently when you speak, allowing you time to gather your thoughts, and never rushes you to speak more than you’re comfortable with.

✶ Misunderstandings and Small Victories Closer But Still Hesitant, There are still moments when your fear gets in the way of true connection. A sudden change in the tone of Elrond’s voice can make you flinch, or his near-constant calmness can feel overwhelming. One evening, when he reaches out to hand you a book, you instinctively pull back, convinced he’s too close, too powerful for someone like you. He notices and, instead of retreating, his expression softens, his eyes meeting yours with understanding. “Forgive me, I did not mean to startle you, my friend.” His careful words and the soft, respectful way he steps back leave you feeling ashamed for your reaction, but his quiet reassurances begin to break through the wall of anxiety you’ve built.

✶ Proving He’s Trustworthy Small Acts of Kindness. Elrond begins to demonstrate his trustworthiness through small, quiet actions. One day, after a particularly difficult journey through Rivendell’s gardens, he offers to help you with your load without a word. He carries a heavy bundle for you, his strength and grace evident in every step, but there’s no arrogance in his movements. He simply wants to make things easier for you. He doesn’t ask for anything in return, and when you thank him, his response is as calm as always: “It is nothing, my friend. We are all here to aid one another.” His humility begins to break down some of the walls you’ve built between you.

✶ Moments of Fear and Hesitation, A Slow Process There are still times when your fear resurfaces. Perhaps you’re in the midst of a large gathering in Rivendell, and the many elves speak amongst themselves in their soft, fluid language. You feel like an outsider again, lost in the crowd of graceful beings, unsure of how to fit in. Elrond, ever perceptive, notices the tension in your posture and gently guides you away from the group, offering a quiet walk with him along the edges of the valley. His presence, so soothing, makes you feel less like a stranger and more like someone worthy of his time.

✶ Expressing Your Fear as Honest Conversation, There’s one night, when the weight of your fear feels too much to bear, that you open up to him. You admit, in a quiet and almost shameful whisper, that you’ve been afraid of elves—especially him. His eyes widen slightly, but instead of disappointment, there’s only warmth and understanding. “I see,” he says, his voice soft yet resolute. “We are not all as we seem, my friend. Perhaps, I too have been a stranger to you. But trust is a gift, and I do not ask for it all at once.” His honesty, his willingness to listen without judgment, comforts you in ways you didn’t expect.

✶ Tentative Curiosity like Asking Questions. Over time, you begin to ask Elrond more questions about his life—about Rivendell, his past, and the long years he has spent in Middle-earth. You notice how his face lights up when he speaks of his family, of his people. You can’t help but be drawn in by the depth of his experiences and the kindness with which he recounts them. His answers are never rushed, but they are rich with the wisdom of ages, and you find yourself wanting to know more, craving the connection between the two of you.

✶ Learning to Laugh The First Real Connection, After a few more months, a small moment of levity catches you by surprise. Elrond shares a lighthearted story about a misstep he took in his younger years—one that had the elves of Rivendell in fits of laughter. It’s a rare and candid side of him, and for the first time, you laugh—not just because it’s funny, but because you feel the weight of his kindness and sincerity. Elrond looks at you, his face softening with affection. “There is hope for you yet,” he says with a wink, and you realize how much his approval means to you now.

✶ Reaching Out A Bond Forged in Trust As you grow more comfortable with him, you surprise yourself by initiating conversations. You ask to join him on a walk or invite him to share a meal, and he never hesitates. His presence is calming, reassuring, and you begin to see him as someone you can turn to, someone who has always been there to guide you, even when you didn’t understand. His affection for you deepens as well, though it remains as gentle as always—never demanding, always patient.

✶ Playful Encouragement Gently Pushing Boundaries as Elrond, while composed, also enjoys encouraging you to step beyond your comfort zone—gently, of course. If you’re hesitant to try something new, like a piece of elvish cuisine or a practice in the arts, he offers a soft nudge. “Do you not wish to try it?” he’ll ask, his tone playful. “I shall be right here to assist you.” His encouragement helps you break free from the boundaries of your own fears, and with each new attempt, you feel the connection between you grow stronger.

✶ Earning Your Trust An Unbreakable Bond Through it all, Elrond remains a steadfast friend—someone who will never abandon you, no matter how much time passes. If he promises something, he follows through. If he offers advice, it’s because he knows what’s best for you. You come to rely on him, not just as the wise leader of Rivendell, but as someone who genuinely cares for you. His quiet, unwavering presence is a balm to your soul, and over time, you come to trust him with your heart.

✶ Celebrating Your Growth A Quiet Triumph As your bond deepens, Elrond quietly acknowledges the growth he’s seen in you. One day, while walking through Rivendell’s gardens, he places a hand on your shoulder and says with a rare, soft smile: “I have watched you, and I am proud of how far you have come. In time, the fear you once felt will be a distant memory.” His words, spoken so quietly and with so much reverence, make you realize how much your connection has evolved—from fear to understanding, from discomfort to a deep, unwavering friendship.

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✶ Deep, Genuine Interest Elrond makes you feel valued, not just as a companion, but as a person with unique experiences and wisdom. Whenever you converse, he listens intently, asking insightful questions that show he genuinely cares about your thoughts and feelings. In moments of silence, his presence is still one of quiet support, showing that your bond runs deeper than mere words.

✶ Trusting his Guidance As you spend more time with Elrond, his wisdom becomes a quiet but constant guide in your life. You may hesitate at first, unsure whether his advice will always be practical, but Elrond’s calm demeanor and experience give you the confidence to trust him. Whether it’s navigating complicated decisions or understanding the greater path of Middle-earth, Elrond’s guidance proves invaluable. “Sometimes, the smallest step in the right direction can be the hardest,” he might say with a knowing smile.

✶ Thoughtful Actions Elrond is not one for grand displays of affection, but his gestures are always thoughtful. Whether it’s a book that he thinks might resonate with you or a quiet gesture like offering you a seat by the fire, Elrond knows how to make you feel welcome. Even in large gatherings in Rivendell, he often subtly ensures you are comfortable, offering a warm glance or a gentle word.

✶ Constant Support In times of doubt or when you feel lost, Elrond is a pillar of unwavering support. He reminds you that even when you feel alone, you are part of something larger—of Rivendell, of Middle-earth, and of the stories that span across time. If ever you falter, Elrond’s belief in you is steadfast: “Strength is not just in the body but in the heart. And your heart has never faltered.”

✶ Silent Protection While Elrond is not quick to act in a way that might seem overbearing, his protectiveness is subtle yet constant. He watches over you like the land of Rivendell itself, always ready to provide a safe haven. Whether it’s shielding you from an unpleasant conversation or ensuring your well-being during travel, Elrond’s presence is a silent assurance that you are not alone.

✶ Wisdom in Silence There are times when Elrond’s silence speaks volumes. After a difficult experience or an emotional encounter, Elrond may simply sit beside you, offering quiet comfort. Sometimes, it is his unspoken understanding that helps you heal. “Sometimes words are not needed to understand each other,” he might remark, as the two of you sit in companionable silence.

✶ Shared Learning as Elrond enjoys sharing the knowledge of Middle-earth with you, whether it’s the lore of his people, ancient Elven history, or the wisdom of healing and diplomacy. He takes great pride in your curiosity and intelligence, always encouraging you to delve deeper into the mysteries of the world around you. “Knowledge, once gained, cannot be taken from you,” he will often say, encouraging you to broaden your mind and your heart.

✶ Quiet Adventures While Elrond is not one for impulsive adventures, he does take pleasure in more serene explorations. He might lead you on a walk through Rivendell’s hidden gardens or along the peaceful banks of the Bruinen. In these moments, Elrond enjoys pointing out the small wonders of the world—subtle things that most might miss—showing you the quiet beauty of life.

✶ Strengthening Bonds Through Rituals as Elrond believes in the strength of traditions and shared rituals. Whether it’s sitting by the hearth at night, exchanging stories, or offering prayers to the Valar, he appreciates these small, sacred moments that bring people together. “In honoring the old ways, we strengthen the ties that bind us to one another,” he might say, drawing you closer into his world of ancient customs.

✶ A Quiet Kindness as Elrond’s physical affection is minimal, but his kindness radiates in small gestures. He may place a gentle hand on your shoulder after a particularly challenging conversation or share a quiet moment of reflection with you. His touch, though rare, feels like a quiet promise that he’s always there for you, a reassurance that never needs to be voiced aloud.

✶ Heartfelt Praise as Elrond’s pride in your growth may not always be vocal, but it’s clear in the way he looks at you. When you achieve something difficult or overcome a challenge, he’ll often offer a soft, proud smile and a word of affirmation. “Your strength was always there,” he’ll say, “but now the world sees it too.”

✶ Shared Quiet Moments Much like his deep wisdom, Elrond treasures moments of quiet contemplation, often shared with those close to him. Whether it’s sitting by the stars in Rivendell or pondering the future in the library, Elrond values the time spent with you in reflection. “It is in these moments of stillness that we truly understand the world,” he might say, his voice soft but filled with an underlying intensity.

✶ Acknowledging Your Worth At some point in your friendship, Elrond will acknowledge how much you mean to him, though he may never be one to make a dramatic declaration. “It has been a privilege to see you grow,” he may say, his tone full of warmth and quiet admiration. “Not just in skill, but in character. I count you among those whose presence brings light to the world.”

✶ Expressing Pride in Your Journey As you continue to face challenges and grow stronger, Elrond will find subtle ways to express his pride in you. Perhaps when you overcome a fear, he’ll share a story of his own struggles, drawing a parallel to show you how far you’ve come. “Even the mightiest river starts as a trickle,” he may say, proud of the person you’ve become.

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Beginning Fear is obviously the feeling of Uncertainty and Unease to you/reader Unfamiliar surroundings at Your first encounters with elves are intimidating because of their ethereal beauty, graceful movements, and the quiet intensity of their presence. They seem otherworldly, almost untouchable, and you feel out of place among them. Distrust of their demeanor, The way they observe you—sharp-eyed and silent—makes you feel like they’re judging your every move. Even their polite smiles feel unsettling, as if they know something you don’t. You avoid eye contact and keep conversations short, fearing you might say or do something foolish. At first, you’re overwhelmed by the sheer presence of Glorfindel. His ethereal beauty, the way his golden hair seems to glow even without sunlight, and the quiet strength he exudes make him seem otherworldly. You feel small and out of place around him, unsure of how to interact with someone who feels so far above you.

𖤓 Misinterpreting His Warmth, Glorfindel’s affectionate demeanor, especially his habit of standing close or placing a comforting hand on your shoulder, feels invasive rather than reassuring. His friendliness, while genuine, is almost too much for you to process in your state of discomfort.

𖤓 Fear of Judgment You can’t help but think that Glorfindel, with his wisdom and his tallness. accomplishments, must be judging you. When he smiles warmly, you worry it pity or amusement at your awkwardness, and his kindness feels like something you haven’t earned.

𖤓 Softening His Approach as Glorfindel quickly notices your unease and adjusts his usual exuberance, giving you more space than he typically would with others as he rather tall statue. He refrains from his usual teasing and instead focuses on offering small, non-threatening acts of kindness, like ensuring you have food or water during long journeys.

𖤓 Patient Encouragement He doesn’t push you to open up, but he finds subtle ways to include you, like inviting you to join him in quiet activities such as watching the stars or tending to his horse, Asfaloth. His presence is calm and steady, helping you feel less overwhelmed over time.

𖤓 Earning Trust Through Actions Glorfindel proves his sincerity by being dependable. If he promises to do something for you, he follows through without fail. Whether it’s guiding you through the woods or helping you learn basic Elvish phrases, his consistent reliability begins to chip away at your fear.

𖤓 Moments of Fear and Hesitation, Overwhelmed by His Radiance. Glorfindel’s effortless charm and striking appearance make you feel even more self-conscious. During your first conversation alone with him, you can barely meet his eyes, stammering through your responses. He notices your discomfort and speaks softly, offering an encouraging smile.

𖤓 Startled by His Energy When Glorfindel approaches you too enthusiastically or laughs too loudly, you instinctively flinch or step back. His expression immediately softens, and he apologizes, promising to be more mindful. “I forget my own exuberance sometimes,” he says with a gentle laugh.

𖤓 Admitting Your Fear When you finally confide in Glorfindel that you find elves intimidating, he listens intently, his usual cheerfulness replaced by a rare seriousness. “We may seem unapproachable,” he says gently, “but we are not so different from you. I, too, was once uncertain in the presence of greatness. Give yourself time.”

𖤓 Tentative Curiosity As you grow more comfortable around him, you begin to ask Glorfindel small questions about his life—his duties in Rivendell, his horse, or his legendary past. He answers with enthusiasm, but always humbly, never flaunting his heroics.

𖤓 Learning to Laugh The first time you laugh at one of Glorfindel’s jokes, it catches him by surprise. His face lights up, and he grins widely. “Ah, there’s the sound I was waiting for,” he says playfully, clearly pleased to have earned your trust.

𖤓 Discovering His Playful Side As your fear diminishes, Glorfindel begins to reintroduce his teasing and lighthearted nature. He playfully challenges you to races or jokes about your hesitance to ride a horse. “If you fall off, I’ll catch you—though you’d better warn me first,” he teases, his golden eyes sparkling with mischief.

𖤓 Encouraging Growth as Glorfindel gently nudges you to step outside your comfort zone. Whether it’s trying Elvish foods or participating in Rivendell’s festivals, he frames each challenge as an adventure, always staying close by to reassure you.

𖤓 Quiet Moments Together Some of the most meaningful moments in your friendship come from the quiet times spent together. Glorfindel enjoys simply sitting with you, either in companionable silence or listening to you talk about your fears and dreams. His presence feels like a safe harbor, warm and steady.

𖤓 Teaching and Learning as Glorfindel begins teaching you small skills, like Elvish phrases or how to properly braid hair. He uses these lessons as opportunities to bond, his patience and humor making each session enjoyable. “You’re a quick learner,” he says, even if you fumble, always finding ways to build your confidence.

𖤓 Acknowledging Your Progress as Glorfindel takes great pride in your journey, often pointing out how far you’ve come. Whether it’s with a teasing remark or a heartfelt compliment, he ensures you recognize your own growth. “Remember when you couldn’t even look me in the eye?” he’ll joke with a grin. “Now look at you, standing tall and laughing at my silly jokes!” His light-hearted teasing always comes with warmth and admiration, and he celebrates every milestone in your journey with genuine joy.

𖤓 He Encouraging your Independence As your friendship deepens, Glorfindel becomes more supportive of your independence. He encourages you to take on challenges on your own, offering a confident smile when you succeed. “I knew you had it in you,” he’ll say, his pride in you unmistakable.

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𖤓 From the moment you arrive in Rivendell, Glorfindel ensures you always feel welcomed and valued. He is never too busy to offer a warm greeting or a thoughtful word, whether you’re amidst the bustle of the Last Homely House or alone in a quiet corner. His presence is always reassuring, as though he’s quietly reminding you that you belong.

𖤓 At first, his laughter might seem intimidating, but Glorfindel’s sense of humor is anything but cruel. He loves teasing you with gentle jests, often about things you’ve said or done in the past. “Ah, I remember when you couldn’t tell your left from your right with a sword,” he’ll say with a smile, his tone full of warmth. Over time, you realize that it’s all in good fun, and his teasing comes from a place of genuine affection and camaraderie.

𖤓 Glorfindel’s actions speak louder than words. Whenever you feel uncertain or hesitant, his calm, steady presence reassures you. He listens carefully to your worries, offering advice only when you ask for it, and always with kindness. He has an uncanny ability to read your emotions, knowing when you need space and when you need a word of encouragement. “You are stronger than you think,” he says quietly, always making sure you hear it when you need it most.

𖤓 In times of need, Glorfindel’s loyalty and strength are unwavering. Whether facing danger or navigating emotional struggles, he stands by your side, ready to offer his protection and wisdom. His voice is always calm, a beacon of stability when chaos surrounds you. “Fear not,” he’ll tell you, “for I will always guard you—no matter the storm.”

𖤓 As your friendship deepens, the moments of lightness and laughter become more frequent. You find yourselves sharing jokes and stories, sometimes under the stars or by the fire. Glorfindel’s laughter, deep and genuine, fills the air and lifts your spirits. “If only the orcs knew how seriously you take your sword practice,” he might say with a wink, reminding you not to take yourself too seriously.

𖤓 He A Mentor Who Guides Without Pressure Though he is an expert in many things, Glorfindel never pushes you to be anything other than yourself. If you express an interest in learning swordplay or archery, he’s eager to teach, but always at your pace. His method of instruction is patient and encouraging, never harsh. “You’re progressing beautifully,” he’ll say with a smile, always giving credit where it’s due.

𖤓 Physical Closeness and Protective Gestures Though an elf of great stature and power, Glorfindel’s affection is often shown in small, quiet ways. A hand on your shoulder when you’re nervous, a reassuring pat on the back when you’ve accomplished something difficult. His touch is never overwhelming but is always comforting, reminding you that you are never alone.

𖤓 As time passes, Glorfindel takes great pride in watching you grow and become more confident. When you overcome challenges—whether physical or emotional—he celebrates your victories. “You are becoming quite the warrior,” he’ll remark with a smile, his pride in you evident. He’ll also acknowledge your emotional growth, noticing when your fears have lessened and your strength has increased. “I see more of yourself in your eyes now,” he’ll say, his voice warm and full of admiration.

𖤓 Encouraging Independence While Offering Support as Glorfindel respects your need for independence, but he also knows when to step in and offer guidance. He doesn’t hover or smother, but there’s an unmistakable sense that he’s always nearby should you need him. “I’ll be here if you ever need assistance,” he says, his tone more a promise than a suggestion.

𖤓 Over time, you become an important part of Rivendell’s community, and Glorfindel ensures you know you are seen as one of them. Whether it’s introducing you to others or making sure you’re included in feasts and events, he never lets you feel like an outsider. “This is your home now,” he’ll say with a smile, his voice gentle but firm.

𖤓 You come to cherish the quiet times spent with Glorfindel, whether in the forests of Rivendell or beside a gentle stream. In these moments, you see a side of him that few others do—one that is introspective, calm, and deeply reflective. He’s not one to share many words about his past, but when he does, you realize the depth of his wisdom and experience. “Not all battles are fought with a sword,” he’ll say quietly, offering his own life lessons to guide you.

𖤓 Glorfindel creates a sense of safety, both physically and emotionally. His presence brings a calm that reassures you in moments of uncertainty or fear. When your heart is heavy or your mind troubled, he is quick to notice, offering a quiet space to talk or simply sit in comfortable silence. He may not offer solutions, but his silent support means everything.

𖤓 Celebrating Your Achievements No matter how small, Glorfindel takes pride in your achievements. If you complete a difficult task or overcome an obstacle, he is among the first to congratulate you. “You’ve made great strides,” he’ll say, often with a smile that shows how much he respects you. His pride is genuine, and he never holds back when acknowledging how far you’ve come.

𖤓 A True Friend and Constant Companion Through all the ups and downs, Glorfindel’s friendship becomes one of the most consistent and dependable parts of your life. He is always there—whether in moments of triumph or struggle—making sure you never feel alone. As your friendship blossoms, you realize that you’ve found not just a mentor or protector, but a true friend who sees you for who you are and loves you for it.

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Beginning Fear is obviously the feeling of Uncertainty and Unease to you/reader Unfamiliar surroundings at Your first encounters with elves are intimidating because of their ethereal beauty, graceful movements, and the quiet intensity of their presence. They seem otherworldly, almost untouchable, and you feel out of place among them. Distrust of their demeanor, The way they observe you—sharp-eyed and silent—makes you feel like they’re judging your every move. Even their polite smiles feel unsettling, as if they know something you don’t. You avoid eye contact and keep conversations short, fearing you might say or do something foolish.

⭒ Misinterpreting kindness When Elladan first approaches you, his friendly and open demeanor feels overwhelming. You mistake his playful teasing for mockery and worry that you’re being ridiculed. If he tries to engage you in light banter, you respond stiffly or withdraw entirely, which puzzles him. Fear of rejection A part of you fears that the elves—Elladan especially—see you as lesser or unworthy of their time. Their effortless elegance only amplifies your self-consciousness, making you hesitant to speak up or express yourself.

⭒ Elladan’s Gentle Efforts to Breaking Through the Fear as Persistent but patient as Elladan notices your unease and approaches with care, toning down his usual exuberance. He speaks softly and refrains from overwhelming you with his usual playful antics, though his curiosity about you remains evident.

⭒ Misunderstandings and small victories At first, Elladan’s attempts to connect with you often backfire. His jokes might make you even more nervous, and his cheerful persistence can feel invasive. However, he starts celebrating the smallest signs of progress—like a hesitant smile or a single question you ask him—as if they’re great victories. Proving he’s trustworthy Over time, Elladan finds subtle ways to show you that he’s genuinely kind and not to be feared. For instance, he might help you carry something heavy without asking, or offer to teach you something useful like basic elvish phrases.

⭒ Moments of Fear and Hesitation as the Feeling overwhelmed in crowds If you’re surrounded by a group of elves, their fluid conversations and occasional laughter make you feel excluded and more self-conscious. Elladan quickly picks up on this and subtly steers you away, offering a one-on-one conversation to put you at ease.

Flinching at sudden movements The first time Elladan approaches you too quickly or raises his voice in excitement, you instinctively flinch or back away. His face immediately softens, and he takes a step back, lowering his voice. “I didn’t mean to startle you,” he says sincerely, and he’s careful not to repeat the mistake.

⭒ Expressing your fear, If you finally admit that you’re afraid of elves—or even him—Elladan listens intently, his usual humor absent. “We can seem… larger than life,” he admits gently, “but we’re just people, like you. We make mistakes, and we can be foolish—trust me, I’m proof of that.” His honesty and vulnerability go a long way in soothing your fears.

⭒ Tentative curiosity As you begin to trust Elladan, you ask him small questions about his life, his family, or Rivendell. Each question makes his face light up, and he answers enthusiastically, clearly thrilled by your interest.

⭒ Learning to laugh The first time you laugh at one of Elladan’s jokes, it catches him off guard, and he breaks into a wide grin. “See? I knew you had a sense of humor!” he teases, though he’s clearly pleased to have made you feel comfortable.

⭒ Reaching out Eventually, you surprise yourself by initiating conversations or asking to join in on activities with Elladan. Whether it’s a quiet walk or a hunting trip, your growing confidence delights him, and he’s always quick to encourage you further.

⭒ Playful encouragement As you grow more comfortable, Elladan gently nudges you to try new things, often framing them as challenges or games to make them less intimidating. “I’ll race you to the stream,” he might say with a wink, knowing the activity will distract you from overthinking.

⭒ Earning your trust as Elladan proves his reliability by always keeping his word. If he says he’ll protect you, he does so fiercely. If he promises to teach you something, he’s patient and thorough. Over time, you realize you can rely on him completely.

⭒ Celebrating your growth, Elladan loves pointing out how far you’ve come, often with dramatic flair. “Do you see this? Laughing! Talking to an elf willingly! I’ll have to tell Elrohir—I’ve worked a miracle!” His over-the-top antics make you roll your eyes, but you can’t help smiling.

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Elladan makes you feel seen One of the first steps toward friendship is how Elladan ensures you never feel invisible. Whether it’s a quiet meal or a grand gathering in Rivendell, he always makes a point of including you—inviting you to sit with him, asking for your opinion, or subtly drawing you into the conversation with others.

⭒ Learning to trust his mischief as Elladan’s playful side becomes less intimidating as you see that his jokes and antics are never malicious. If you hesitate when he suggests a game or activity, he playfully exaggerates his own skill to make you laugh “Of course, I’ll win—but I’ll let you have a head start.” Eventually, you learn to laugh and join in, knowing he just wants you to have fun.

⭒ Inside jokes develop Over time, Elladan begins to create small, shared moments of humor between the two of you. These could be silly nicknames he invents for you, teasing remarks about Elrohir’s seriousness, or humorous callbacks to your first awkward encounters. The more you laugh together, the closer your bond grows.

⭒ Elladan’s Loyalty as a Friend Unwavering support, Elladan quickly proves himself to be a dependable friend. If you ever express doubt about your abilities, he’s the first to remind you of your strengths “You underestimate yourself. Did I not just see you handle that with the precision of an elven hunter?” His confidence in you helps you see your own worth.

⭒ Protective instincts While Elladan respects your independence, he is fiercely protective if he senses danger. Whether it’s a physical threat like orcs or someone making you uncomfortable in conversation, he steps in without hesitation. His protectiveness is never stifling; it feels more like a silent assurance that he always has your back.

⭒ Comfort during tough times When you’re struggling—whether due to fear, homesickness, or doubt—Elladan is the first to notice. He’ll offer a quiet moment away from the group, sitting with you under the stars or near a warm fire. He might share a story from his own life, showing you that even elves face challenges. “You’d think being immortal makes things easier,” he jokes, “but I assure you, I’ve stumbled more times than I can count.

⭒ Learning new skills together Elladan loves teaching you elven skills, such as archery, swordplay, or tracking. He takes great pride in your progress, offering encouragement and playfully exaggerating your achievements “If the orcs knew you were out here, they’d flee without a fight!”

⭒ Exploring the wilds Whether it’s a ride through the forests of Rivendell or a walk along the Bruinen, Elladan enjoys showing you the beauty of Middle-earth. He often shares little pieces of elven lore or points out hidden paths, delighting in your awe.

⭒ Once you’re comfortable, Elladan ropes you into his favorite pastime by teasing Elrohir. Whether it’s hiding his belongings, swapping his wine for water, or playfully mimicking his serious tone, Elladan relishes your partnership in mischief.

⭒ Physical closeness As your friendship deepens, Elladan becomes more openly affectionate. He’ll sling an arm around your shoulder, nudge you playfully, or ruffle your hair if you’re feeling down. His touch is always casual and comforting, a silent reminder of your bond.

⭒ Elladan loves inventing affectionate nicknames for you, ranging from sincere to completely ridiculous. If you protest, he only doubles down, claiming that it’s his right as your “best friend in all of Arda.”

⭒ Elladan often surprises you with small, thoughtful gifts a carefully carved pendant, a flower he picked during a ride, or a dagger he claims is enchanted (it’s not, but he insists it’s lucky).

⭒ Festive occasions During Rivendell feasts or celebrations, Elladan makes sure you feel included and valued. He’ll encourage you to join in the singing or dancing, sometimes even pulling you into a circle of elves with a grin. “You’re one of us now,” he says warmly.

⭒ Sharing quiet moments While Elladan is known for his playful nature, he treasures the quiet times you share as well. Whether it’s sitting by the river or watching the stars, these peaceful moments are when he lets his deeper thoughts show. “I’m glad you’re here,” he’ll say softly, his usual teasing tone replaced by sincerity.

⭒ Acknowledging your bond At some point, Elladan may reflect on how much your friendship means to him. “You know,” he says one day, “when I first met you, I didn’t think you’d ever speak to me, let alone join me on these adventures. But now, I can’t imagine not having you around. Even Elrohir agrees—though he’ll never admit it.”

⭒ Expressing pride in your growth If you’ve overcome challenges or fears, Elladan makes sure to remind you of how far you’ve come. “You’re braver than you realize,” he says with a grin. “If I ever get into trouble, I’ll know exactly who to call for help.”

Hope you enjoy the headcanons I love writing them all ✨🫶🤭❤️‍🔥

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Hiii, I see the post of the daring surprise kiss and i like it 😔 could you do the same but with Lindir, Haldir, Elrohir and Elladan ?

elves react to a daring surprise kiss from reader/you while drunk on wine at a festival.

how would the elves react to this?

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Lindir, haldir, elrohir, elladan Versions are below.

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♫ The Starlight Festival in Rivendell was a night to remember, filled with the shimmer of lanterns casting soft, golden light across the shimmering landscape, and the music of harps, flutes, and voices intertwining in harmony. It was a time when even the most serious of Elves couldn’t help but be swept up in the magic of the evening. The air was alive with an unspoken sense of celebration, with laughter ringing through the valley, and Lindir, as always, stood at the heart of it. His music enchanted all who gathered, his voice a calming presence that seemed to pull at the very soul, and tonight, his performance was no different. The crowd watched with rapt attention as he strummed the strings of his harp, lost in the beauty of his craft. But you, perhaps a little more affected by the wine than usual, stood near the back, caught up in the magic of the evening. The music felt as though it was wrapping itself around you, pulling you closer to Lindir’s voice. It was a spell, a song that moved through you like a current, and without fully understanding why, you found your feet moving, guided by the music and the overwhelming pull of the moment.

♫ The crowd seemed to blur as you swayed forward, your vision narrowing to Lindir at the front of the stage. His hair, dark and falling in perfect waves, framed his delicate features, and his hands, graceful and fluid, moved expertly over the strings of his harp. His concentration was absolute—he was lost in his performance, his back straight, his eyes focused on the strings in front of him. There was no hint that he even noticed you drawing closer, his entire being wrapped in the melodies he was creating. And then, in an instant, the music no longer mattered, nor did the world around you. The moment felt like it stretched, and before you could fully register what was happening, your body moved of its own accord. You closed the distance between the two of you in a heartbeat, leaning forward, and, as if swept away by an unbidden impulse, you pressed your lips against his. It was sudden, a bold move that was uncharacteristic of you—a kiss that broke all the propriety and restraint you’d known. And then, just as suddenly, you pulled back, your heart racing from the unexpectedness of it all.

♫ For Lindir, everything stopped in an instant. The music, the laughter, the rhythm of the festival—all of it vanished as he froze. His mind struggled to catch up with what had just happened. His eyes widened in shock, unable to process the sudden intrusion of your kiss. The warmth of your lips lingered on his, but his body was still locked in a state of complete disbelief. His heart leapt into his throat, thundering loudly in his chest as his face turned a deep crimson, almost matching the soft glow of the lanterns hanging above him. His pointed ears, usually so serene, flushed a bright shade of pink as well, betraying the depth of his embarrassment. His gaze flickered briefly to the crowd, and for a split second, the realization hit him with a visceral force: this was not just a private moment. This had happened in front of an entire audience. The world seemed to tilt on its axis, and the weight of all the eyes on him threatened to crush him under its intensity. His worst fear had come to life—exposure. He was no stranger to the spotlight, but this was different. This was not the performance he had prepared for. It wasn’t part of the planned act. In an instant, Lindir’s carefully cultivated control slipped through his fingers like sand, and all he could feel was the burning sensation of humiliation flooding through him. His hands, trembling slightly, faltered as they reached for the strings of his harp. He stammered, struggling to regain his composure, but his voice failed him. He didn’t know what to say, what to do. His mind, usually so sharp and composed, had gone completely blank. He tried to find his next note, but it was as if the music itself had disappeared. His heart beat wildly in his chest, and for a moment, he didn’t even know if he could breathe. Desperation, confusion, and panic surged within him as he cast a quick glance toward the crowd. They were still staring—some in shock, others whispering amongst themselves, but all of them waiting for him to react. It was like being caught in a dream, one where he was powerless to change the course of events. His body moved of its own accord. In a moment of panic, Lindir pulled away from the edge of the stage, stepping backward so quickly that his foot almost caught on the edge of the platform. His hands fumbled to place the harp back in position, though his fingers were stiff and clumsy.

♫ “Continue without me,” he muttered, his voice strained and barely audible. His words were not directed at anyone in particular but to the musicians who were still playing behind him. He couldn’t focus. His mind was too scattered, too overwhelmed by the moment to continue. His gaze shifted back to the crowd, still watching him, waiting for him to recover. But he couldn’t. His composure, so carefully guarded, was shattered beyond repair. With a near frantic urgency, Lindir bowed his head and began to step back further into the shadows, his feet quick, almost stumbling in his haste. He didn’t even glance at you, couldn’t bear to meet your eyes in that moment. His only thought was to escape, to put as much distance between himself and the spotlight as possible. The music played on behind him, but the silence in his mind was deafening.

♫ Once backstage in the garden of Rivendell, hidden from the eyes of the crowd, Lindir leaned against the cool stone walls, pressing his palm to his forehead, trying to calm the storm inside him. His breath came in shallow gasps, and though the crowd’s murmurs were muffled, he could still hear their whispers echoing in his mind. What had just happened? What did it mean? His pulse raced, and the heat in his cheeks refused to abate. He wasn’t just mortified by the kiss itself—no, it was the exposure, the attention that had accompanied it. He couldn’t fathom why you had done it, or if it had been a mistake. All he knew was that he was drowning in a sea of confusion. The warmth of your kiss lingered on his lips, and his mind couldn’t seem to shake it. Something stirred deep inside him—something that both frightened and intrigued him—but his own self-consciousness overwhelmed it. He didn’t know how to process it. His head spun with embarrassment, and for the first time in a long while, he felt completely out of control. It was a feeling he wasn’t used to—and one that made him deeply uncomfortable. In the solitude of the backstage gardens, Lindir stood, trying to calm himself, but it was no use. He needed time. Time to process. Time to recover from the unexpected onslaught of emotions that had caught him entirely off guard.

♫ Time passed, though it felt like an eternity, and the festival continued without him. Eventually, the laughter and music faded into the background as the night grew darker. You, too, found yourself retreating from the crowd, seeking solace or perhaps an answer to what had transpired. It was then, in the quiet of the backstage area, that you found Lindir, standing with his back to you, his posture stiff, his shoulders tense. His eyes were closed as if he were trying to block out the world around him. When you approached, he didn’t turn, as though afraid to face you—or perhaps afraid of what he might find in your eyes. Finally, after a long moment, he exhaled shakily, his voice barely above a whisper, the words almost trembling with the vulnerability he rarely allowed himself to show. “I… I did not expect such a… sudden gesture,” he confessed, his hands fidgeting at his sides as if he were unsure of what to do with them. His gaze remained averted, staring at the ground in front of him. “I… I apologize for retreating so quickly, but… I was not prepared for… that. And with so many watching…” He swallowed hard, as if trying to steady his emotions. “Please, do not think poorly of me. I… I was not offended… only… overwhelmed.” For a moment, there was silence between you, the weight of his words hanging in the air. Lindir’s voice quivered slightly, betraying the anxiety that roiled beneath the surface of his composed exterior. His eyes flicked upward toward you, a nervous glance, before they quickly darted away again, as if afraid to hold your gaze. His discomfort was palpable, and yet there was something else, something deeper in his eyes—something that spoke of confusion and uncertainty, but also a spark of something more, something he didn’t quite know how to name.

♫ Despite his shyness and the shock of the moment, he couldn’t entirely hide the warmth in his expression, the faint glimmer of vulnerability that flickered beneath his usual reserve. “I… I do not know what to think just yet,” he admitted quietly, almost to himself. “But I cannot deny… that what you did… affected me. Perhaps in ways I cannot yet understand.” His words were soft, unsure, but there was an openness in his voice that you hadn’t expected. In his flustered state, the barrier he so often kept between himself and others had lowered, if only slightly, and the rawness of the moment had exposed a side of him that was rarely seen. “I… I need time,” he said, his voice trembling slightly, as he finally looked up at you, his gaze steady for the briefest moment. “Please, be patient with me.” And as Lindir, the ever-composed minstrel, stood before you, still shaken but honest in his emotions, you sensed that this unexpected, vulnerable moment might be the beginning of something deeper between you both—something that would take time, understanding, and perhaps a little more courage from both sides to fully explore.

🏹𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓭𝓲𝓻

➳ The Starlight Festival was a night that would forever be remembered in Lothlórien, the realm of the Elves bathed in the soft light of the stars above. It was an evening of reverence, where the Elves honored the celestial bodies—those ancient lights that had guided their people for eons. Songs were sung, stories were shared, and the air was filled with an otherworldly energy as the Elves celebrated the constellations, weaving tales of the Firstborn, the Valar, and the timeless beauty of the stars. Haldir stood at the edge of the gathering, as he always did. As a sentinel, his duty was to protect the lands of Lothlórien. His eyes were sharp, his senses alert. Despite the festive atmosphere, his posture was stoic and commanding, ever watchful for any sign of danger. He stood just outside the main circle of revelers, the flickering lantern light casting shadows across his face, his silver hair catching the glow of the stars above. Every now and then, his eyes would shift toward the group, ensuring everything was in order, his gaze lingering on the movement of the dancers or the hushed conversations that drifted on the night breeze.

➳ You, on the other hand, had immersed yourself in the warmth of the festival. The wine had loosened your usual reserve, and you found yourself swept up in the joy and music that filled the air. Elves sang ancient songs with haunting melodies, their voices intertwining with the rustling of the trees. You were surrounded by friends and revelers, each lost in their own reflections on the stars, but your eyes kept drifting back to Haldir. As the evening wore on, the effects of the wine began to take hold, and the world around you felt a little softer, a little more daring. You giggled to yourself as you swayed slightly to the rhythm of the music, your eyes catching Haldir’s stern yet watchful gaze. There was something about the quiet sentinel standing alone in the shadows that intrigued you—a quiet strength in his stoicism that you found strangely magnetic. And tonight, under the spell of the wine and the soft moonlight, you felt emboldened.

➳ A mischievous thought crossed your mind, and before you could second-guess yourself, you made your way toward him. The movement of the crowd seemed to part in front of you as you drew closer, your steps slightly unsteady but your heart racing with excitement. Haldir was caught off guard as you approached him, his eyes narrowing as he saw the mischievous gleam in yours. He straightened slightly, his instincts flaring, but he remained still, knowing that he could easily keep watch and remain alert. You, however, had other plans. Without warning, you reached up and kissed him. It was a sudden, daring act that caught him completely off guard, your lips pressing against his before he could react. His eyes widened in shock, and for a brief moment, time seemed to stand still. His breath caught in his throat, and the cool evening air seemed to freeze around him.

➳ His body stiffened, his hand automatically reaching out to steady you, though it lingered uncertainly, not sure how to respond. His mind raced, trying to make sense of the bold, unexpected gesture. He flushed slightly, his cheeks tinged with an unexpected warmth. This was not the Haldir who remained composed and in control, always vigilant. No, tonight, this was a Haldir who was thoroughly disarmed—caught between surprise, confusion, and something else he couldn’t quite name. You pulled away, grinning cheekily, your breath still light from the wine. The moment hung between you, and for a heartbeat, you both just stared at each other, the tension palpable. “What are you doing?” Haldir finally muttered, his voice low, though it had a slight edge to it—almost a mix of disbelief and something more soft, something vulnerable. His eyes flicked quickly to the surrounding elves, making sure no one else had witnessed the kiss. He muttered under his breath, as if trying to make sense of the situation, “You’ve made me vulnerable… in front of the stars.”

➳ Despite his words, his hand remained on your arm, and his fingers tightened slightly, as if he was making sure you were still standing, still alright. His usually stoic expression had faltered, replaced with a flush that was difficult for him to hide. He cleared his throat, trying to compose himself, but his gaze flickered back to you with an unspoken question—one that he couldn’t quite ask. “Did you think this was wise?” he added, his voice now tinged with something that wasn’t quite frustration, but more concern—an odd mixture of reprimand and care. The flush on his face deepened, though it wasn’t entirely from irritation. “I do not believe the wine has done you any favors.” You let out a breathy laugh, your tipsy grin widening as you took a small step back, admiring the way his usually controlled demeanor was starting to crack under the weight of the unexpected kiss. Haldir, ever the protector, straightened, but you could see a slight shake of his head, a frustrated yet amused chuckle escaping his lips. “You are a distraction I did not plan for,” he said, shaking his head as if trying to dismiss the moment, but there was a glint of something softer in his eyes. He wasn’t angry, not truly—just flustered, unsure how to react to something so outside of the norm for him. A small part of him was irked—by the suddenness, by the boldness—but a much larger part was… well, charmed, whether he liked it or not.

➳ Haldir turned his gaze away for a moment, his jaw tightening as he rubbed the back of his neck in an attempt to regain composure. He could already feel the weight of his brothers’ teasing in the back of his mind. Rumil and Orophin were bound to notice his discomfort, and the teasing would be relentless for weeks. He could already hear Rumil’s mischievous laughter, hear the way Orophin would press him for details with that knowing smirk. “Well, this will be something I will never live down,” he muttered under his breath, though it was more to himself than to you. But despite his frustration, he couldn’t quite stop the small smile that tugged at the corner of his lips. Though he would never admit it, a part of him enjoyed the way you had shaken him from his usual stoic reserve. You had thrown him off balance, and while he would undoubtedly scold you, the brief moment of shared connection—however unexpected—left something lingering in the air between you. “What will I do with you?” he finally sighed, his voice tinged with something warmer than before. It was a playful sigh, one that hinted at his growing fondness, despite the teasing that was undoubtedly coming his way.

➳ As if on cue, the sound of light footsteps reached your ears, and a familiar voice called out from behind you, tinged with amusement. “Well, well, look who’s making moves,” said Rumil, Haldir’s younger brother, his grin wide and clearly enjoying the spectacle. His eyes flickered between you and Haldir, mischief dancing in his gaze. “I didn’t think you had it in you.” Before Haldir could respond, Orophin, the elder of the two brothers, leaned in, his expression filled with amusement. “Haldir, you’re a bit more popular than I thought. Or should I say… ‘charmed’?” He raised an eyebrow playfully, clearly relishing in the moment. Haldir’s eyes narrowed, flicking between his two brothers before settling back on you. There was a quiet exasperation in his gaze, though beneath it, a warmth you hadn’t expected. He sighed, his voice low and resigned. “This will be talked about for weeks,” he muttered, knowing full well that his brothers wouldn’t let him live this down anytime soon. Rumil, practically bubbling with laughter, slapped a hand on Haldir’s back with exaggerated sympathy. “You should know by now, brother, that you’re always a target for mischief.” He couldn’t hold back his chuckles as he spoke, clearly enjoying his brother’s discomfort. Haldir shot him a look that was sharp but carried no real malice. “I don’t remember inviting you into this conversation, Rumil,” he replied, his tone pointed, though there was a flicker of something softer in his eyes, a playful spark that belied his apparent irritation. As the teasing continued, you could see Haldir’s stoic composure beginning to waver, though he tried to hold his ground. He looked back at you, the teasing and jabs from his brothers not seeming to bother him as much as he might have let on. There was something different in his expression now—a softness that, despite his embarrassment, felt more genuine than ever. His lips quirked upward into the faintest of smiles, and there was warmth in his eyes as he stepped closer to you.

➳ “You may have caught me off guard,” he murmured, his voice soft but filled with a quiet amusement, “but I’ll be the one getting the last laugh, I suppose.” His words were teasing, but there was something undeniably fond in the way he said them—an acknowledgment of the playful chaos you’d stirred in him. Even as his brothers laughed and nudged him, Haldir remained, his posture a little less rigid, a little more human. He wasn’t just the stoic protector anymore. For the first time that night, you saw him not as the unshakeable Marchwarden, but as a man caught off guard—embarrassed, yes, but still able to smile and enjoy the humor of the moment. His cheeks, though flushed red, betrayed no hint of real annoyance, and as his gaze lingered on you, the teasing from his brothers seemed to fade into the background. In that moment, despite the laughter of his brothers ringing in his ears, there was an undeniable tenderness in the way he looked at you. His soft smile, the light in his eyes—it was as though, for all the teasing, for all the jest, he was still deeply affected by what had just transpired.

⭐️𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓱𝓲𝓻

✧ The warm glow of lanterns strung high in the trees bathed Rivendell in soft, golden light, casting flickering shadows against the smooth bark of ancient trees. The Elder’s Lore Gathering was at its height, the melodic hum of elven voices blending seamlessly with the gentle strains of harps and flutes. The gathering was steeped in tradition, yet it exuded a warmth that felt almost timeless, as if the moments of joy and wisdom shared here tonight would echo through the ages. The elders, seated in graceful circles near the heart of the gathering, recounted tales of the Valar, the Eldar, and the shaping of Middle-earth itself. Their voices, smooth and resonant, seemed to weave themselves into the very air, filling the evening with the weight of ages. Despite the solemnity, mirth was not absent from the gathering. Younger elves sat further back, exchanging sly smiles and quiet laughter, their reverence for the event tempered by the effervescent joy of the occasion. Light, silvery laughter carried through the trees, mingling with the music and the rustle of the wind. Platters of fine food and goblets of Rivendell’s exquisite wine made their rounds, the sweet aroma of elderflower and honey mingling with the crisp freshness of the evening.

✧ Elrohir, however, had chosen to linger on the outskirts, leaning casually against the trunk of a towering mallorn tree. The goblet of wine in his hand caught the light, its deep crimson hue gleaming against his fair skin. His sharp silver-grey eyes roamed the gathering with an air of detached amusement, his smirk faint but ever-present. These moments of shared history and culture meant something to him, though he would never say as much aloud. His dry sense of humor, a shield against the weight of responsibility and grief he carried, often made him an observer rather than a participant at such events. Elladan had vanished into the throng hours ago, likely finding some excuse to avoid the gravity of the elders’ tales. Elrohir, however, remained, his presence unobtrusive yet steady, like a silent sentinel. His gaze shifted to you as you wove your way through the clusters of elves, your laughter rising above the hum of voices every now and then. The wine had clearly loosened your inhibitions; your steps were lighter, your movements a little more carefree than usual. You hadn’t failed to notice him watching you, his smirk deepening slightly each time your eyes met. Something about the way he leaned there, poised and self-assured, had drawn your attention again and again throughout the evening. He was magnetic without trying, and the wine in your veins only amplified the pull you felt toward him.

✧ The night deepened, the lanterns’ glow warmer and softer as the hours stretched on. Buoyed by the festive atmosphere—and the liquid courage coursing through you—you finally made your way toward him, your heart racing despite yourself. Elrohir noticed your approach immediately, his sharp gaze flicking to yours, a single brow arching in curiosity. As you neared, he straightened from his lean, his smirk widening ever so slightly as he regarded you. “You look as though you’ve been enjoying the wine a bit too much,” he remarked dryly, his voice low and smooth. The faint amusement in his tone was underscored by something gentler—an almost imperceptible warmth that only someone who knew him well could detect. His silver eyes glimmered as he tilted his head, waiting for your reply.

✧ But words didn’t come. Instead, driven by a boldness that teetered on recklessness, you stepped closer, closing the small gap between you. Before he could say another word, you leaned up and pressed your lips to his in a quick, daring kiss. The touch was fleeting—barely a breath of contact before you pulled back—but it was enough to leave you both stunned. Elrohir froze, the goblet in his hand forgotten as his eyes widened in surprise. For a moment, he simply stared at you, his sharp features softened by the sheer disbelief of what had just happened. Your face flushed deeply, the heat rising to your cheeks as the reality of your boldness hit you. For a heartbeat, the world seemed to still, the hum of the gathering fading into the background. Then, his expression shifted. The initial shock gave way to a soft, almost disbelieving laugh, the sound low and warm. He reached up, brushing a strand of hair from your face with gentle fingers, his touch lingering. “I did not expect that,” he murmured, his voice softer than before. There was no reproach in his tone, only a quiet amusement mixed with something deeper—something tender and unguarded.

✧ “You’re more than a little tipsy,” he added, his lips twitching into a lopsided smile as he wrapped an arm around your waist, steadying you with an ease that spoke of how natural it felt for him to do so. His warmth enveloped you, his presence grounding despite the flurry of emotions swirling in your chest. “A surprise attack, is it?” His words were teasing, but the look in his eyes betrayed the depth of his affection. There was no trace of mockery in his tone—only a playful fondness that seemed to draw you in further. Despite his humor, Elrohir’s gaze lingered on you, searching your face as though trying to commit this moment to memory. His usual guarded demeanor had melted away, leaving him open and uncharacteristically vulnerable. He tilted his head slightly, studying you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. Then, with a quiet chuckle, he pulled you closer, his arm tightening around you protectively. “Next time,” he murmured, his lips brushing the top of your head, “give me a little warning. I’d like to be prepared for such bold moves.” His voice was soft, almost intimate, the teasing edge giving way to a warmth that left no room for doubt about how deeply he cared for you. As he held you close, shielding you from the curious gazes of those nearby, it was clear that he wasn’t letting you slip away—not tonight, not ever.

✧ But then your hands began to wander. Emboldened by your lack of restraint, your fingers slid along the edge of his tunic, skimming the fabric with an almost mischievous intent. Elrohir stiffened slightly as your hand brushed against the bare skin beneath, his sharp intake of breath barely audible over the hum of the gathering around you. “Careful,” he warned softly, his voice lower now, though there was a thread of amusement woven into it. He caught your wrist with gentle but firm fingers, stilling your movement. “You’re far braver than I gave you credit for tonight.” Despite his words, the faintest flush crept into his cheeks, a rare crack in his usually unshakable composure. He tilted his head, studying you with a mix of exasperation and undeniable fondness. “If you’re trying to test my patience, you’re doing a fine job of it,” he muttered, though his smirk betrayed his amusement. He released your wrist, instead pulling you closer against him to keep your wandering hands in check. “You’re far too drunk for this kind of mischief,” he added, his tone softening as his free hand rested lightly on the small of your back. Despite his attempts at restraint, there was a flicker of warmth in his eyes—a vulnerability that rarely surfaced. He leaned down slightly, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “If you want to scandalize the entire gathering, you’re certainly on the right path,” he teased, his lips brushing the crown of your head. “But I think you’ll regret it come morning.” His arm tightened around you protectively, his dry humor giving way to a quiet tenderness. “Let’s get you back to the table,” he murmured, guiding you gently but firmly away from the crowd’s curious gazes. Though his words were measured, his actions spoke volumes—his hold on you steady, his presence warm and unyielding. Elrohir’s usual guarded demeanor had softened, replaced by a rare openness that hinted at just how deeply he cared for you, even amidst your wine-fueled antics.

⚔️𝓔𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓷

⭒ The air in Rivendell was crisp with the touch of autumn, the golden hues of the trees glowing faintly under the soft light of lanterns strung throughout the festival grounds. The fragrance of fallen leaves mingled with the scent of warm spiced wine, and the gentle hum of laughter and music blended with the rustling of trees in the cool evening breeze. It was the Rite of the Autumn Dawn, a cherished elven tradition that marked the changing of the seasons—a time of reflection, renewal, and celebration. The festival was alive with joy. Elves danced beneath the shimmering lights, their silvery voices carrying songs older than the mountains, while others shared tales of years long past or toasted to the beauty of the fleeting autumn. The evening had stretched late, and the wine flowed freely, loosening the perfect poise of even the most graceful Elves. There was a warmth to the night—a sense of community, of fleeting mortality even among the immortal.

⭒ Elladan stood beneath one of the great trees lining the festival grounds, the leaves above him a cascade of gold and crimson, catching the glow of the lanterns as though alight with fire. He was the picture of ease, his tall frame relaxed, a half-full goblet of wine in his hand, and an irrepressible grin on his face. He thrived in these moments of lighthearted revelry, and it showed in every bit of his posture and energy. Throughout the night, he had been the center of more than one challenge—racing against other Elves, initiating ridiculous bets, and, most famously, engaging in a loud, dramatic exchange with Elrohir that had sent his brother storming off to the quieter edges of the gathering. Now, Elladan was content to watch the revelry around him, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd for more trouble to stir—or perhaps for someone who looked like they needed his particular brand of mischief. When you approached, the slightest hint of a stumble in your step, Elladan noticed immediately. His keen eyes caught the flush in your cheeks, the loose way you carried yourself, and the sparkle of uninhibited delight in your gaze. A grin broke across his face as he straightened slightly, tipping his head toward you with a mockingly scandalized air.

⭒ “Ah, there you are!” he called warmly, his voice effortlessly cutting through the din of the festival. “I was beginning to think you’d disappeared to drink all the wine yourself, leaving the rest of us to thirst.” Your response was playful, but the wine had slurred your words enough that Elladan had to step closer, his grin broadening with every faltering syllable. His long, dark hair, faintly catching the lantern light, brushed against your shoulder as he leaned in to catch your words, his presence a commanding mix of playful confidence and mischievous charm. Elladan laughed, the sound rich and warm. “I see you’ve embraced the spirit of the festival,” he teased, his eyes glittering as he studied you. “Though, I fear you might be no match for me if you can’t even stand properly. Should I fetch a chair for you? Or perhaps I should carry you to save you from yourself?” He set his goblet down on the grass beside him, entirely focused now on teasing you mercilessly.

⭒ It was in that moment, as he tilted his head back to laugh at his own joke, his guard completely lowered, that you struck. The wine emboldened you, and the playful energy of the festival seemed to whisper encouragement. Without hesitation, you grabbed the front of his tunic, tugging him toward you. The look of startled confusion that flashed across Elladan’s face was priceless—but it lasted only for the briefest of moments before your lips met his in a daring, wine-sweetened kiss. Time seemed to pause. Elladan froze, his body going perfectly still as if he’d been struck by lightning. His eyes widened, shimmering with disbelief, and you could feel the moment he registered what had just happened. When you finally pulled back, the stunned silence only lasted a beat before Elladan’s theatrical instincts took over. “By the Valar!” he exclaimed, his voice ringing out loud enough to draw a few curious glances from nearby revelers. His hand flew to his chest in a gesture of exaggerated indignation, his expression one of mock horror. “Such impetuosity! Such audacity! What would Erestor say if he saw this scandalous display?” He gasped, his sharp eyes glancing around as if searching the crowd for Rivendell’s sternest advisor, his performance growing more ridiculous by the second.

⭒ The sight of him, so over-the-top and utterly unbothered, sent you into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. Elladan caught your mirth like it was contagious, his lips twitching into a wide, boyish grin as he stepped closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial murmur. “I shall never hear the end of this, will I?” he said, his tone dripping with mock despair, though the glint in his eyes betrayed his delight. For a moment, it seemed as though he was going to lean in and kiss you in return, his grin softening just slightly, his eyes flicking briefly to your lips. Your heart raced, and you braced yourself for the touch of his lips again. But then—true to Elladan’s irrepressible nature—he pivoted at the last second, a devilish gleam lighting his face as he stepped away. “Catch me if you can!” he called, already turning and darting into the crowd. His laughter rang out like a bell, bright and carefree, as he disappeared into the sea of lanterns and dancing figures. He turned back once, his dark hair streaming behind him and his grin dazzling as he added, “Let us see if you can top that, my bold friend!” For a moment, you stood frozen, caught between laughter and disbelief at his antics. But Elladan didn’t wait—he was already weaving through the festival with the grace of a stag, glancing back every so often to make sure you were following. The challenge had been issued, and there was no doubt he expected you to give chase, his competitive spirit as infectious as his laughter.

⭒ You barely had time to process his sudden departure before you were stumbling after him, laughter bubbling up even as your legs wobbled from the wine. Elladan’s sharp eyes didn’t miss a thing, and he glanced back every so often, a teasing grin lighting his face as he saw you struggling to keep up. Once, you nearly tripped over a root, your hands flailing wildly as you caught yourself against the edge of a wooden table laden with empty goblets. Elladan’s laughter rang out again, and he slowed just enough to call over his shoulder, “Careful! I don’t think the trees will forgive you if you knock over their wine!” You huffed, brushing yourself off, but couldn’t suppress the wide smile that stretched across your face. Each time you stumbled or bumped into someone—eliciting good-natured chuckles from the nearby Elves—Elladan only laughed harder, his steps slowing just enough to keep you within sight. “You’re doing wonderfully!” he teased, his voice light and playful as he darted around a lantern-lit tree. “Though I might suggest a bit more grace! You’re supposed to be chasing me, not crashing into everything in your path!” Despite your clumsiness, you couldn’t help but laugh along with him, the thrill of the chase and the warmth of his laughter making your heart soar. Every time he turned to glance at you, his grin was so full of mischief and delight that it felt impossible not to be swept up in his energy. The crowd seemed to part for him like water, while you stumbled and wove your way through, your cheeks aching from smiling so much. And yet, despite the wine, despite the obstacles, you felt alive—fully immersed in Elladan’s playful chaos, chasing the brightest star in Rivendell’s autumn night.

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Hi If your requests are opened could you do how the elves would reaction to their all a/o being sad and how they would comfort them. Maybe for Elladan,Elrohir and Glorfindel

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Glrofindel, Elladan, elrohir Versions are below.

☀️𝓖𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓵

𖤓 When Glorfindel notices that you’re sad, it feels as though a shadow has passed over his radiant light. His golden aura seems to dim slightly, his usual joy replaced by quiet concern. He is deeply attuned to your emotions and recognizes even the smallest signs of your sadness—whether it’s a distant look in your eyes, the slump of your shoulders, or a forced smile. Glorfindel’s first instinct is to help, but he approaches carefully, not wanting to overwhelm you.

⭒ Glorfindel’s steps are soft as he comes to your side, his voice low and filled with warmth. “Meleth nîn (my love),” he says, kneeling before you or sitting close, his golden gaze full of concern. “What burdens your heart? Tell me, and let me share it with you.”

𖤓 If you’re hesitant to speak, Glorfindel doesn’t press you. Instead, he patiently waits, offering silent comfort with his presence. He reaches out to gently hold your hand, his touch warm and steady. His thumb traces soothing patterns over your skin, silently reminding you that you’re not alone. “There is no rush,” he murmurs. “I am here for you whenever you’re ready.”

𖤓 If tears fall, Glorfindel’s heart aches for you, but he doesn’t try to stop them. Instead, he pulls you into his arms, cradling you against his chest. His embrace is protective yet tender, as though shielding you from the weight of the world. “Let it out, meleth. You do not need to hold it all inside. I am here, and I will not leave you.”

𖤓 Glorfindel’s soothing presence is like a balm to the soul. He presses a gentle kiss to the crown of your head or your temple, murmuring soft reassurances in Elvish. His words are filled with love and sincerity, meant to ease your burden. “Even the brightest stars have their moments of darkness, meleth. You are still my light, and I will do whatever it takes to bring back your smile.”

𖤓 Glorfindel listens with the patience of someone who has lived many lifetimes. Whether you’re venting, crying, or simply sitting in silence, he gives you his full attention, his golden eyes never leaving yours. He nods softly, murmuring comforting words when appropriate. “Your feelings are valid,” he says gently. “Do not think for a moment that you must face this alone.”

𖤓 If your sadness stems from self-doubt, Glorfindel counters every negative thought with heartfelt affirmations. His voice takes on a firmer yet loving tone. “You, inadequate? Impossible. You are stronger and more beautiful than you realize. I see it every day.” His words are not just comforting—they carry the conviction of someone who truly believes them.

𖤓 Physical touch is Glorfindel’s greatest comfort. He’ll hold you close, resting your head against his chest so you can hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. If you seem too overwhelmed to speak, he might rock you gently, humming an old Elvish melody to soothe your mind.

𖤓 If you allow it, Glorfindel will kiss away your tears, his lips brushing your cheeks, forehead, and hands with infinite tenderness. “You are my heart,” he says softly between kisses, “and I will stand beside you through all things, no matter how heavy they may feel.”

𖤓 Glorfindel’s words carry the wisdom of ages, offering a perspective that soothes your sorrow without diminishing it. “Even the strongest among us falter, meleth,” he tells you. “It does not make you weak—it makes you human. Let me help you carry this burden, for I would rather bear it with you than see you suffer alone.”

𖤓 If your sadness was caused by someone else, Glorfindel’s protective nature rises to the surface. His normally calm and kind demeanor sharpens, and there’s a quiet intensity in his voice. “Tell me who has caused you pain,” he says, his golden eyes flashing briefly. “I will not let anyone harm you without consequence.” Though he remains level-headed, his fierce love for you ensures that no one would dare to hurt you again.

𖤓 Once your tears have slowed and your breathing steadies, Glorfindel begins to bring light back into the moment. His playful side, usually subdued in serious times, starts to emerge. He’ll offer you a small, teasing smile and say something like, “Shall I fetch the sun itself to chase away the clouds for you? Or perhaps you’d prefer to spar with me to work out some frustration? I promise not to win too easily.”

𖤓 If you’re not up for active distractions, Glorfindel suggests quieter comforts. He’ll take your hand and guide you to a favorite spot—perhaps a peaceful garden or a soft patch of grass under the stars. There, he’ll sit with you, wrapping you in his cloak if the air is chilly.

𖤓 Glorfindel’s goal is not just to ease your immediate sadness but to remind you of the joy and love you bring to his life. As you begin to smile again, he lights up, his golden energy returning in full force. “There it is,” he says, grinning warmly. “That is the light I fell in love with. Never doubt how precious you are to me, meleth.”

𖤓 Even after your sadness begins to fade, Glorfindel keeps a close eye on you in the days to come. He makes small gestures to brighten your day—bringing you wildflowers from the market, offering to braid your hair while telling you stories of Gondolin, or surprising you with your favorite treat.

𖤓 Above all, Glorfindel’s reaction to your sadness is rooted in his deep love and unwavering support. His presence is like a golden shield, protecting and comforting you, reminding you that no matter how heavy your heart feels, you will never carry the weight alone. “You are my everything,” he says with quiet conviction, “and I will stand by you until the end of days.”

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⭒ When Elladan notices you’re sad, it’s as if all the brightness in his world dims. His sharp elven eyes catch even the smallest signs—your drooping shoulders, the way your gaze seems distant, or the heaviness in your voice. At first, he might try to assess the situation from a distance, unsure if you want space or company. But if he feels like you need him, he won’t hesitate to step in.

⭒ Elladan approaches you quietly, without his usual energy or playful demeanor. He kneels or sits beside you, his dark eyes filled with worry. “Meleth nîn,” he says softly, his voice full of concern, “what troubles your heart? Will you share it with me?”

⭒ Elladan understands the importance of feeling safe when expressing your emotions. He makes no demands, instead patiently waiting for you to speak when you’re ready. If you hesitate, he’ll gently encourage you, taking your hands in his warm, calloused ones and holding them securely. His thumbs might stroke soothing circles over your knuckles, silently reminding you that he’s there.

⭒ If tears begin to fall, Elladan doesn’t panic or rush to stop them. Instead, he lets you cry, pulling you into his arms. He presses a kiss to your hair and whispers, “Let it out, meleth. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

⭒ Elladan’s mischievous side takes a back seat in moments like these. He listens intently, his face soft and open, never interrupting or judging. Even if you’re venting or don’t make much sense, he remains patient, nodding along and murmuring reassurances when appropriate.

⭒ When you finally finish, he holds your gaze and says, “I’m so sorry you’re feeling this way. I wish I could take this pain from you, but I promise you don’t have to carry it alone.”

⭒ Elladan’s love language is physical touch, and he uses this to help ground and comfort you. He may wrap you in his arms, resting your head against his chest so you can hear his steady heartbeat. If you seem too overwhelmed to speak, he might sway slightly, like a parent comforting a child, murmuring soft Elvish lullabies or words of comfort into your ear.

⭒ If you don’t mind his affection, Elladan will pepper gentle kisses over your forehead, cheeks, and hands. “You mean everything to me,” he’ll say between kisses, “and I will do whatever it takes to make you smile again.”

⭒ Elladan is a skilled warrior, but his words carry the wisdom of a healer’s heart. He reassures you that your feelings are valid and that he admires your strength, even in moments when you feel weak. “Do not think for a moment that your sadness makes you any less,” he’ll say. “Even the strongest among us need time to grieve and heal. I’ll wait as long as you need.”

⭒ If your sadness stems from self-doubt or feelings of inadequacy, Elladan can’t help but counter every negative thought with praise and affirmation. He might grin softly and say, “What nonsense is this? You, not good enough? I must have fallen for an entirely different person, because the one I know is extraordinary.”

⭒ Once he senses your sadness is beginning to lift, Elladan gradually transitions back into his playful self. He’ll nudge your shoulder gently or make an exaggerated pout. “Enough about this sadness,” he’ll tease, “if you keep frowning like that, I’ll have no choice but to tickle you until you laugh.”

⭒ He might challenge you to a race, a sparring match, or even a playful bet—anything to distract you and get your mind off your troubles. If you’re not up for something active, he’ll suggest a relaxing activity, like a walk through the woods or stargazing.

⭒ As you begin to smile again, Elladan’s grin widens, and he’ll dramatically declare, “There it is! That’s the smile I fell in love with. I was beginning to worry it had gone forever!”

⭒ If your sadness is caused by someone else’s actions, Elladan’s demeanor shifts again. He remains tender toward you but becomes visibly tense, his jaw tightening. “Who hurt you?” he’ll ask, his tone low and serious. If you tell him, he’ll make it clear that whoever caused your pain will regret it.

⭒ Though he’s a warrior, Elladan knows the value of restraint. He won’t act recklessly, but he will ensure that you never feel unsafe again. “No one has the right to hurt you,” he’ll say firmly. “And if they try again, they’ll have me to answer to.”

⭒ Even after your sadness begins to fade, Elladan keeps a close eye on you for the days to come. He doesn’t hover or smother you, but you’ll notice small gestures—he’ll bring you your favorite tea, leave wildflowers on your windowsill, or casually insist you join him for a ride to “clear your head.”

⭒ Above all, Elladan’s goal is to remind you that you’re loved and supported. His unwavering devotion and playful energy are like a balm to your spirit, and he won’t rest until he sees you happy again. “You’re stuck with me, meleth,” he’ll say with a wink. “No sadness stands a chance against the mighty Elladan!”

⭐️𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓱𝓲𝓻

✧ When Elrohir notices you’re sad, his usual playful demeanor fades almost instantly. His sharp elven instincts pick up on the smallest signs—the distant look in your eyes, the subtle tension in your posture, or the quietness in your voice. Unlike his twin, Elrohir’s response is more deliberate and thoughtful, his protective nature kicking in as he assesses the situation with a quiet, searching gaze.

✧ He doesn’t rush to speak immediately, taking a moment to give you space if he senses you need it. But once he’s sure you’re struggling, he’ll approach you with a gentleness that matches the depth of his concern. “Meleth nín,” he says softly, his voice like a comforting murmur, “your heart is heavy. What has caused such sorrow?”

✧ Elrohir understands that emotional wounds take time to reveal themselves, and he respects your pace in sharing. He won’t push you to speak before you’re ready, but instead, he’ll sit with you, offering his quiet presence. If you hesitate, he’ll extend a hand, his long fingers gently touching yours, grounding you with his calm touch.

✧ If tears begin to fall, Elrohir won’t flinch or look away. He’ll simply lean forward, his embrace slow and steady, wrapping his arms around you without hesitation. He pulls you close, his chest against yours, murmuring into your hair, “Let it out, meleth. I will hold you as long as you need. You are not alone.”

✧ Elrohir’s soothing nature takes precedence in these moments. He listens without judgment, his eyes always fixed on you with the utmost attention. He doesn’t interrupt, offering only the occasional quiet reassurance, like, “I am here,” or “You do not need to carry this burden alone.”

✧ When you finally finish, Elrohir looks into your eyes with an expression that is both sorrowful and resolute. “I wish I could take away your pain, meleth. But please know, you are not alone in this. My heart is with you, always.”

✧ His love language is rooted in acts of service and deep emotional connection. In his quiet way, Elrohir will offer comfort through physical touch, his hands tracing gentle patterns on your back or your arms as you rest against him. He might lift your chin slightly, pressing his forehead against yours in a tender, intimate gesture of solidarity.

✧ Elrohir’s words are deliberate, carrying the wisdom and understanding of a healer. He speaks gently, making sure you know that your emotions are valid and that your strength lies in how you face them. “Even in your sorrow, I see the strength that has carried you this far,” he says softly. “You are more than this sadness. And I will be here, unwavering, until the light returns to your heart.”

✧ If your sadness stems from feelings of inadequacy, Elrohir will take a quiet but firm stand against any negative self-talk. “You speak of weakness, but I see a warrior in you,” he might say, his voice soft yet certain. “Your worth is not defined by moments of despair. It is in your heart, your courage, and the love you give to those who are lucky enough to know you.”

✧ Once Elrohir senses that you’re beginning to feel a little lighter, he will offer you a small smile—a rare sight that shows just how deeply he cares. He may tease you gently, his usual dry humor appearing once more. “There is the spirit I know,” he’ll say with a faint smile. “You were never meant to stay in sorrow for long, meleth.”

✧ However, Elrohir knows better than to push too quickly. He will respect your need for space or rest, but if you’re ready, he may suggest a quiet activity—something calm and soothing. A walk in Rivendell’s gardens, or sitting by the fire with a book. It’s not about distracting you, but rather offering a peaceful environment in which you can continue to heal.

✧ If your sadness is due to an external cause, Elrohir’s protective side will rise to the surface. His eyes may darken, a quiet intensity filling his gaze as he asks, “Who caused you pain, meleth? Tell me, and I will make sure you are safe.” He may not act impulsively, but you’ll feel the power of his resolve, knowing that whoever wronged you will face his unwavering protection.

✧ Even after the sadness begins to lift, Elrohir will stay close, quietly checking in on you in the days to follow. He won’t smother you, but you might find small acts of care—he’ll leave a fresh bouquet of flowers by your door or offer to prepare your favorite meal, always with the goal of easing your burdens.

✧ Elrohir’s devotion is steadfast, and above all, he wants you to know that you are loved. “You have my heart, meleth,” he will whisper, “and I will stay by your side, through joy and sorrow alike. No sadness will ever change that.”

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Request by @booksfansworld twins sons of Elrond.

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Elladan, elrohir Versions are below.

⚔️𝓔𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓷

⭒ Ambushed by Orcs While tracking a group of orcs in the wilderness, Elladan becomes cornered by their ambush. The reader/you arrives just in time to shield him from a killing blow, taking an injury themselves in the process. (Elladan, though typically stoic, would express deep gratitude, possibly even guilt that someone else risked their life for him.)

⭒ The forest was unnervingly quiet, save for the faint whisper of the wind through the trees. Elladan crouched low behind a cluster of brambles, his sharp grey eyes scanning the underbrush for any sign of movement. The tracks were fresh—orcish boots, heavy and reckless, had trampled the moss and dirt only hours before. He and Elrohir had split up to close the gap on their quarry, but now he found himself alone, the air tense with the promise of violence. The chill of evening began to seep into his skin, and his instincts prickled uncomfortably. Something was wrong. The silence felt oppressive, like a hand tightening around his throat. Slowly, Elladan stood and moved further into the trees, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword. He didn’t hear the first orc until it was almost too late.

⭒ The growl came from behind, rough and guttural. Elladan spun, blade flashing in the dim light, just in time to parry the downward strike of a jagged scimitar. More orcs burst from the trees, their grotesque forms moving with unnatural speed and precision. An ambush. He cursed under his breath as he ducked another blow, striking back with a deadly precision that sent the nearest orc crumpling to the ground. But there were too many. For every orc he felled, two more stepped into the fray. Elladan’s movements were swift, graceful, and deadly, but even his skill couldn’t match their overwhelming numbers. Sweat dripped from his brow as he spun and slashed, his breath coming harder with each passing moment.

⭒ Then it happened. The edge of his boot caught on an exposed root, just enough to send him stumbling backward. He recovered in time to block a strike aimed at his chest, but he was too late to stop the orc that had circled behind him. He heard the sharp intake of breath as its blade cut through the air, the inevitable blow aiming straight for his back—until it never came. There was a sharp clash of metal on metal, and Elladan turned to see you standing behind him, your weapon locking with the orc’s crude blade. The force of the blow pushed you back, but you stood firm, driving the orc away with a fierce cry and a well-placed strike to its side.

⭒ “Are you mad?” Elladan shouted, his voice raw with both shock and fury as he parried another attack. “You should not be here!” But before you could answer, a searing pain tore through your side as one of the orcs found its mark. You gasped, stumbling slightly but refusing to fall. Elladan’s keen eyes caught the crimson bloom spreading across your tunic, and his heart clenched with a rare and terrible fear. “No!” The word tore from his throat as he surged forward, slashing through the orc that had struck you with a ferocity that bordered on reckless. The tide of the battle shifted as he fought like a whirlwind, his strikes swift and brutal, cutting down the remaining orcs until only silence remained.

⭒ Elladan turned to you then, his chest heaving as his sword slipped from his hand and thudded to the ground. His expression, usually so calm and composed, was raw with emotion. He knelt beside you, his hands hovering over your wound as though afraid to touch and worsen it. “You fool,” he breathed, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and anguish. “Why did you do that? Why did you risk yourself for me?” When you managed a faint smile and murmured something about not letting him die alone, he shook his head sharply, his dark hair falling into his face. “Do not joke about such things,” he said, his tone almost desperate. “This is no jest.”

⭒ His hands finally settled on the wound, applying pressure to stem the bleeding as best he could. “I should have been faster. I should have seen the ambush. This—this is my fault,” he said quietly, guilt thick in his voice. “And now you pay the price for my failure.” Elladan worked quickly, his training as a healer taking over even as his hands shook with the weight of his emotions. “Stay with me,” he murmured, his grey eyes locking with yours. “I will not lose you. Not today.” The fierce determination in his voice was unshakable, even as his heart warred with the guilt and gratitude he felt. You had risked your life for him, and he vowed then and there that he would not let that sacrifice go unanswered.

⭐️𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓱𝓲𝓻

✧ Trapped by a River Beast While crossing a river or lake, Elrohir is dragged underwater by a hidden beast, such as a giant snake or enchanted creature. The reader/you dives in after him, defeating the creature or pulling him from its grasp.

✧ The river was swift and dangerous, its waters flowing cold and dark, swirling with the force of unseen currents. Elrohir moved cautiously along its edge, his keen senses attuned to every ripple and every whisper of the wind. He knew the perils of these waters—there were tales of creatures that lurked beneath, waiting for the unwary to come too close. But still, the mission called. The path they had chosen led across the river, and though the water was treacherous, he trusted his skills and his companions to see them through. The cold was biting, and the air heavy with mist as Elrohir, along with a small party including you, stepped carefully into the shallows, prepared to wade across.

✧ The moment his foot touched the deeper water, the ground beneath him shifted unexpectedly. A sharp tug at his ankle caught him by surprise, sending a jolt of alarm through his body. Before he could react, the creature struck. With terrifying force, a massive, serpentine beast—its scales shimmering in the dim light—rose from the depths, its long, sinewy body wrapping around Elrohir with a crushing grip. His instincts screamed, and he lashed out with his sword, but it was too late. The beast’s jaws snapped shut, sharp teeth glinting as they dug into his leg, and in a blink, it dragged him under the water with the power of its thrashing coils. The current rushed over Elrohir’s head, the world turning into a suffocating, disorienting blur. His breath was cut off, the pressure of the water pressing against him as he struggled to free himself. His sword was gone, wrenched from his hand by the creature’s strength. Panic gripped him for the briefest moment, but he fought it off, focusing on his training. He couldn’t let this beast claim him.

✧ His chest burned for air, his vision beginning to fade, but in that moment of desperation, he felt the familiar, reassuring presence of you dive after him. There was no hesitation in your actions, no fear in the way you pursued him into the depths. You were there, beneath the surface, pulling at the creature’s grasp with a strength that matched his own in battle. Elrohir could barely make out your movements through the shifting water, but the certainty with which you acted gave him hope. He gasped, feeling the pressure on his limbs loosen slightly as you engaged the beast. It was then that Elrohir remembered the old tales—the creatures that lurked in these waters were not simply beasts but enchanted things, bound by ancient magic. The struggle against them required not just strength, but cunning.

✧ With a swift, decisive motion, you managed to drive the beast back, using a combination of speed and skill that Elrohir could barely comprehend in his half-dazed state. The creature recoiled, giving you the opening you needed. In that fleeting moment, Elrohir felt himself pulled free from the beast’s grip. The world rushed back to him as you dragged him to the surface, the air tasting sweet and sharp in his lungs. The water was still alive with the remnants of the creature’s fury, but you held him firmly, guiding him back toward the riverbank. When Elrohir’s feet finally touched solid ground again, he collapsed onto the wet earth, coughing violently as he fought to regain his breath. His body shook with the aftereffects of the struggle, but he managed to push himself upright, eyes locking with yours as you helped him to his feet.

✧ For a moment, neither of you spoke—only the sound of the river and your breathing filled the air. Then, Elrohir’s usual composure cracked, and a wry smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, though his eyes remained full of gratitude. “Well,” he gasped, wiping the water from his face and attempting to regain his usual sense of humor, “I always did prefer a nice, quiet stroll by the riverbank. It seems the river has other ideas.” He let out a light chuckle, though his voice was still raspy from the struggle. His hands gripped your shoulders, steadying himself. “I owe you my life… again. It’s becoming a habit, isn’t it?” His smirk deepened, though there was a sincere warmth in his gaze now, a softness that wasn’t often present. Elrohir took a deep breath, brushing his soaked hair from his face. “I must admit, I was beginning to think the creature had me. I’ll have to watch my step next time,” he said, his usual pride tempered by the knowledge of how close he had come to death. Then, with an exaggerated sigh, he added, “And here I was, thinking I was the one saving you for once.”

✧ With his usual sense of humor returning, Elrohir’s hand gave your arm a gentle, playful shove. “I’ll get you back for this, you know. But first, I think I need to sit down before my legs turn to jelly.” His grin softened into something more genuine, and despite the danger, he felt the weight of your bravery fill him with something warm. His expression shifted then, and though he spoke light-heartedly, there was an unspoken depth in his words. “Thank you. Truly. You’ve saved me more than once now… and I won’t forget it.” Elrohir clapped you on the back, his voice quieter this time, full of sincere gratitude. “One day, I swear, I’ll repay you. But next time, let’s agree: no more giant snakes. Deal?”

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hi :p your writing is so very lovely! i was wondering if you could do something fluffy like courting hcs for Elladan? thank you!!

Thank you so much for your kind words! I’m thrilled you enjoy my writing. 🥹✨ I’ve been writing the Christmas scenarios for elves, that will be posted on Christmas Day tomorrow. I hope you enjoy it! ✨🫶❤️‍🔥Wishing you a peaceful and joyful holiday season. 🎄🎁✨

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Elladan Version below.

⚔️𝓔𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓷

✧ The Start of Courting Elladan’s approach to courting is all about playfulness, spontaneity, and affection. He’s not one to hide his feelings—his interest in you would be clear from the start, but it would come wrapped in layers of lighthearted teasing and charm. His natural charisma would draw you in, and you’d find him seeking out moments to be near you—whether it’s through a spontaneous horse race, playful challenges, or shared adventures in the forests of Middle-earth. His mischievous grin and constant teasing would be his way of showing affection, while also ensuring that you’re always close by. He would keep things fun and exciting, never too serious, but always meaningful. Maybe he’d challenge you to a race through Rivendell, just to steal moments together, or offer to teach you how to hunt, ensuring that his presence is a natural part of your every day. His love would be direct but never forceful, and he would enjoy seeing you engaged in his little antics, knowing it’s his way of slowly drawing you closer.

✧ Elladan’s love would be expressed through playful acts of service—nothing too subtle or quiet, but always genuine and full of energy. He might help you with practical tasks like caring for your horse or gathering supplies, but he’d do it with an exuberance that ensures you can’t help but smile. He’d often make these moments lighthearted, perhaps teasing you about your lack of skills with a bow or joking about how fast he can run compared to you, all while making sure you’re taken care of. If you were in need of comfort, Elladan’s approach would be to distract you from the hurt with his infectious humor and constant affection. Whether he’s tickling you in an attempt to cheer you up or showering you with quick, teasing kisses, his priority would always be making sure you know how much you’re cared for. He’d never let a moment go by without showing you just how deeply he feels for you.

✧ Quiet Moments and Intense Affection Though Elladan thrives on fun and excitement, there would also be moments when his deeper, more serious side would come through. When you’re upset or in danger, he’d know exactly how to switch gears, shifting from playful to protective and reassuring. He wouldn’t retreat into silence but would instead focus on comforting you with his presence. Maybe he’d pull you close and softly speak words of reassurance, reminding you that he’s there to protect you, no matter what happens. These intimate, quieter moments would be where his love shines brightest—not through grand gestures or flamboyant acts, but through his unwavering presence and care. When you’re together, whether in a crowd or alone, you’d feel his affection radiating from his every glance, touch, and word. He’d be just as likely to kiss you in front of everyone as he would to whisper something sweet in your ear when it’s just the two of you, making sure that you always know how deeply you mean to him.

✧ Elladan would be fiercely protective of you, though not in a quiet, reserved way. If someone flirted with you or put you in danger, he wouldn’t stay silent or distant. Instead, he’d step in immediately, firmly asserting his presence and ensuring that you’re safe. His protectiveness would come with a sense of confidence—he knows what he’s capable of and would stop at nothing to make sure you’re secure. However, this protectiveness would always come with a layer of affection. His care for you isn’t just a duty; it’s deeply personal, rooted in his love and emotional attachment. He’d do whatever it took to ensure you felt safe and valued, without ever being possessive or overbearing. His love would never feel suffocating; rather, it would be a constant, steady presence in your life.

✧ Braiding Hair Together One of the most intimate and tender acts Elladan could offer would be braiding your hair. For him, this would be more than just a practical task—it would be a quiet moment to show you how deeply he cares. Unlike the playful and energetic ways he often expresses his affection, braiding your hair would be a gentle, thoughtful act. He would ask to braid it in his own subtle way, perhaps with a teasing remark, but you’d sense the deeper meaning behind it. His fingers would move carefully through your hair, each touch tender and intentional. Elladan would show his affection through these quiet, personal moments—moments where his usual exuberance softens, and you get a glimpse into the true depth of his feelings. As he braids, there would be no rush, just the two of you together, surrounded by the peacefulness of Rivendell. His usual mischievous grin would soften into a genuine smile as he carefully twists the strands of hair into a braid, the act itself a gesture of trust and care. If you ever returned the gesture, braiding his hair, Elladan would react with a mix of surprise and contentment. He may act slightly shy at first, not used to being on the receiving end of such tender care, but soon he’d relax into the touch, appreciating the quiet intimacy between you. His playful nature would still shine through, even in these moments, and he’d likely laugh, commenting on how you’ve made him look even more handsome than usual. But beneath the humor, you’d know that he treasures these moments of tenderness with you above all else.

Fluffy/Sweet elladan Moments

✧ Spontaneous Adventures: Elladan would take you on impromptu adventures, perhaps suggesting a quick ride through the forests of Rivendell or a playful challenge to see who can catch the most game during a hunt. His enthusiasm for life would draw you into his world of spontaneous fun, where every moment spent with him feels like an exciting new chapter in an ongoing adventure.

✧ Small Acts of Affection: After a long day, Elladan might surprise you with something sweet, like a bouquet of wildflowers he’s gathered during his travels or a small treat he’s carefully picked out just for you. His affection would be shown through these little, thoughtful gestures that let you know he’s always thinking of you, even in the busiest of times.

✧ A Warm, Protective Hand Around Your Waist: When walking side by side, Elladan would casually place his arm around your waist or drape it over your shoulders, pulling you closer in a protective and affectionate manner. This simple, loving gesture would show that he’s always there to keep you close, physically and emotionally, even during the most ordinary moments.

✧ Frequent, Playful Smiles: Elladan’s smile would come easily and often when he’s around you. Whether it’s because of something funny you said or a playful teasing exchange, his grin would be wide and infectious. His laughter and bright smile would be a constant presence, a reflection of the joy he feels in your company.

✧ Tender Conversations Under the Stars: After a long day of activity, Elladan would invite you to sit by a fire or beneath the stars. The two of you would share quiet, intimate conversations, where his usual playful demeanor softens into something more vulnerable. You’d find him listening attentively, offering heartfelt words of comfort and understanding, showing you just how deeply he cares.

✧ Quiet Support: If you ever feel troubled or anxious, Elladan’s presence would be enough to ease your worries. He might not always have the perfect words, but his warmth and steady presence would provide the reassurance you need. His gentle hand on your shoulder or a soft word of encouragement would be all you need to know that he’s there for you, no matter what.

✧ Unexpected Love Notes: Although Elladan is often full of energy and humor, there are times when his affection would come in the form of a sweet, handwritten note. Maybe he’d tuck a note into your bag or slip it into a book you’re reading, telling you how much he cares or making a playful comment that reminds you of a shared memory. These notes would be a precious reminder of his deep affection, even when he’s not around.

✧ The Rare ‘Meleth Nín’: The moment Elladan whispers the words “Meleth” (my love) to you, it would be a truly special one. He doesn’t often speak so seriously, but when he does, it’s always sincere and meaningful. His voice, usually full of playful energy, would soften as he confesses his love to you, making that moment feel like a treasured secret between the two of you.

✧ Laughter Together: Elladan’s laughter would be one of the most delightful sounds to hear, especially when it’s shared with you. Whether he’s laughing at something you said, teasing you playfully, or recalling a funny story from his past, his laughter would be full of warmth and joy. Those shared moments of genuine amusement would be filled with lightness and connection, making you feel like you belong in his world.

✧ Shared Meals: When Elladan shares a meal with you, it’s more than just about food. It’s a moment to relax and enjoy each other’s company. He would tease you about eating too much, offer you the best portion of something, or just casually check in to make sure you’re well-fed. His focus would be on making the meal an experience to share, with his attention entirely on you and the moment.

✧ Long, Meaningful Stares: Elladan has the ability to look at you in a way that makes your heart skip a beat. Whether in silence or during conversation, his gaze would lock with yours, filled with affection and admiration. Those moments of eye contact would speak volumes about how he feels, showing his deep emotional connection to you. He doesn’t need words—his eyes would say everything.

✧ A Sweet Kiss on the Cheek: In moments of tenderness, Elladan might lean in and place a soft kiss on your cheek, just a quick, sweet gesture of affection. It would be something gentle and unassuming, but you’d feel the sincerity behind it. The kiss would remind you that you are cherished, and no matter what else is going on in the world, you are always loved by him.

✧ Holding Hands in Public: Elladan would be the type to take your hand in public, unashamed of showing his affection for you, even in front of others. Whether walking through the halls of Rivendell or exploring the woods, his fingers would gently interlace with yours. His touch would be warm, grounding, and comforting, making you feel like you’re his most important person in the world, no matter where you are.

Extra bonus - him braiding your hair

✧ It was a warm, quiet evening in Rivendell, the last light of the day casting a soft golden glow over the valley. The sounds of the bustling city had quieted, and the tranquil melodies of the river below filled the air. You were sitting by a stone bench in the garden, your fingers absentmindedly twining through the ends of your hair, letting the cool evening breeze play through the strands. The day had been long, but the evening promised a moment of peace. Elladan, ever the playful and energetic soul, had noticed you sitting alone. His sharp eyes caught the sight of you, and with a mischievous grin, he approached. His usual exuberance was tempered by a rare softness today, an unspoken quietness in his steps as he drew closer. “Do you mind if I join you?” he asked, his voice light but with a touch of sincerity that you recognized, a reflection of how comfortable he felt in your presence.

✧ You smiled up at him, giving a small nod. “Of course, Elladan. It’s peaceful here.” He sat beside you, the subtle scent of pine and fresh air clinging to him, the warmth of the day still lingering in his skin. For a moment, there was only the sound of birds settling into the trees and the soft rustle of leaves. Without warning, Elladan leaned forward and gently brushed his fingers through your hair. His touch was warm, almost electric, sending a small shiver through you. “Your hair… it’s always so beautiful,” he said, his voice thoughtful, almost as if lost in the act of simply being close to you. You glanced at him, feeling your cheeks flush slightly under his gaze. His fingers were delicate but sure, parting your hair as if admiring the texture, and then, to your surprise, he spoke again, more quietly this time. “Would you let me braid it?” he asked, his voice carrying a certain softness, a request rather than a command. “It would be an honor, if you’d allow me.”

✧ There was something vulnerable in his request—something tender that you didn’t often see in the usually spirited and adventurous Elladan. It was a moment of connection, of shared intimacy, and you nodded, touched by the sincerity behind his words. As you moved to sit more comfortably, Elladan’s fingers worked with gentle precision, gathering your hair into sections. His touch was careful, patient, as he began to weave your hair into a braid. You could feel the closeness between you both, the warmth of his body near yours, his breath faintly brushing the back of your neck as he worked. Every motion was deliberate, the strands of your hair slipping through his fingers with ease. His lips were occasionally curled into a soft smile as he concentrated, his eyes flicking between his task and your face. The quiet moments stretched, and with each second, you found yourself more and more relaxed, comforted by the stillness between you.

✧ You didn’t mind the silence. It was filled with the sound of his steady breath, the faint rustle of the braids as they took shape, and the rhythm of his fingers as they braided your hair in a pattern that felt both familiar and new. There was an unspoken closeness in it—a quiet, affectionate bond that neither of you needed to voice aloud. When the braid was finished, he tied it off with a ribbon he had pulled from his pocket. “There,” he said softly, his fingers brushing over your hair one last time as though to check his work. “Perfect.” You turned to face him, your heart fluttering at the sight of him so close, his blue eyes shining with a tender affection that softened his usually playful features. Without thinking, you reached for the ribbon in his hair—a loose tie that was starting to slip free—and gently began to undo it. Elladan’s eyes widened in surprise, but the playful glint was back in his gaze, even if there was something deeper beneath it. “Ah, so now you intend to braid my hair as well?” he teased, though there was no real protest in his voice.

✧ You smiled up at him, your hands moving through his dark, wild hair, gently brushing and untangling the knots. The playful banter continued between you, each of you teasing the other in that easy, affectionate rhythm that had come to define your relationship. As your hands wove through his hair, Elladan let out a soft laugh. “This is… rather unexpected,” he said, sounding both amused and deeply touched. “But I can’t say I mind.” He tilted his head back slightly, letting you work, his eyes softening as he met your gaze. When his hair was braided—an intricate, delicate plait that suited his wild, untamed spirit—you both leaned back against the stone bench. You sat close, your bodies warm from the shared moments, and the evening sun dipped lower, casting a gentle glow over the two of you. Elladan, his hair now braided just as yours, turned slightly to face you, his arms reaching out to pull you closer. His hand found yours, and without another word, he nestled his face into your hair, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. The gesture was simple but meaningful—a quiet expression of affection that spoke volumes.

✧ “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice low but full of admiration. You leaned into him, resting your head against his shoulder, and together, you sat there in comfortable silence, wrapped in the quiet intimacy of the moment. His arm slid around you, pulling you closer as you both simply held each other. The world outside faded, leaving just the two of you, basking in the warmth of the shared moment, your hearts as intertwined as the braids in your hair. And as the night settled in, you both stayed there, content in the simple yet profound bond you had created through these small, shared moments. There was no need for grand declarations—your hearts already spoke clearly in the quiet intimacy of being together.

[earthlybeam]

Generally humans tend to be more openly affectionate and physically expressive than elves. They engage in actions like holding hands, giving their friends a quick kiss on the forehead or cheek for good luck or as a way to say goodbye, or when showing how much they’ve missed each other. It’s also common for humans to casually drape an arm around a friend’s waist while sitting together and chatting comfortably.

how would the elves react to this?

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Elrohir and Elladan version’s only as stranger, friend, lover

⭐️𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓱𝓲𝓻

Stranger:

✧ Elrohir, while known for his dry sense of humor and playfulness, tends to be more reserved and serious compared to his twin brother, Elladan. When a stranger approaches him with human affection—such as hand-holding, a quick kiss on the cheek, or an arm casually draped around his waist—he would likely react with a mix of surprise and caution, though not to the extent of someone like Thranduil. He wouldn’t recoil, but he may show a raised eyebrow or a faint smile, quickly assessing the intent behind the action. Elrohir is naturally a bit more guarded, especially around those he doesn’t know well, and while he appreciates the gesture, he may not fully reciprocate it right away.

✧ He may feel a slight discomfort with such direct displays of affection, especially if they come from someone he doesn’t yet trust or know. However, if the action feels genuine and respectful, he would offer a more reserved response—perhaps a polite touch on the shoulder or a smile that acknowledges the kindness, but with a certain formality in his manner.

✧ Internal thought: It’s… unexpected. But there’s something about the warmth in your gesture that I find oddly comforting. Public action: A smile, perhaps a polite touch on the arm or shoulder, but nothing too intimate or deeply affectionate. He may make a quiet observation or light comment, but overall, he maintains a respectful distance.

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Friend:

✧ As a friend, Elrohir becomes more relaxed and open. His bond with you has developed to a point where he is more comfortable with physical affection, though still maintaining some of his dignified nature. If you offer him a quick kiss on the forehead or a playful hug, Elrohir would respond with warmth and ease, though perhaps not in a particularly demonstrative manner. He is affectionate in his own way but doesn’t always express it through large, exuberant gestures. However, he is fully capable of showing warmth and care when it comes to his closest friends.

✧ Elrohir will be more likely to offer affection, such as a friendly pat on the back, a quick kiss on the cheek when parting ways, or casually draping an arm around your shoulders as you walk together. These small gestures are his way of showing you that you matter to him. He is more attuned to your emotions and well-being and will freely offer comfort and support when needed, particularly in more private settings. He also enjoys engaging in light, physical play such as wrestling or sparring, often using his size and strength to tease you playfully.

✧ Internal thought: You’ve become a steady presence in my life. Your affection is as much a part of my world as my own. I’m not one for overt shows, but this… I can accept. Public action: A warm pat on the back, a quick kiss on the forehead, a friendly arm around the waist. His gestures are subtle but convey his genuine affection and care. He’s protective in his own way and shows it through these acts.

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Lover:

✧ With a lover, Elrohir’s affection becomes much more pronounced, though still not as outwardly expressive as Elladan. Once his walls come down, Elrohir is extremely affectionate, but his displays of love are rooted in tenderness and subtlety. He enjoys physical closeness with you, such as pulling you close for a warm embrace or kissing your forehead as a sign of deep affection. His favorite gesture would be gently resting his hand on your cheek, his fingers lightly brushing your skin, or kissing your lips with a soft, lingering touch. He is very fond of quiet moments where physical touch conveys all the emotions he cannot always articulate in words.

✧ Elrohir is deeply protective and passionate when it comes to his lover. His possessiveness grows stronger in private, and he has no issue showing his affection for you in front of others. In fact, he enjoys demonstrating his bond with you—whether it’s a hand casually placed on the small of your back, a kiss on your cheek when parting, or even a hand held tightly in his as you walk side by side. While he might still keep some of his more reserved nature in public, in private, he will open up fully to you, offering warmth and comfort in abundance.

✧ However, Elrohir is also fiercely protective. His fear of losing you—mirroring the pain he felt over the loss of his mother—drives him to be incredibly attentive to your well-being. He would prefer to be near you, keeping you safe, and he’s not shy about showing that he is invested in your safety and happiness.

✧ Internal thought: I never imagined I could feel so strongly. To have you so close, to touch you, to know you’re mine… it’s more than I ever could have hoped for. Public action: A lingering kiss on the forehead, perhaps a hand on your waist when walking together, or a gentle touch on your arm. His gestures are always soft but convey deep affection. When others are around, he may be slightly more restrained, but with you, there is no question about how he feels.

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⚔️𝓔𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓷

Stranger:

⭒ Elladan, with his fun-loving and mischievous nature, would not be particularly uncomfortable with human displays of affection when meeting someone for the first time. He would likely be intrigued and entertained by it, especially if the affection is given freely, as he himself is no stranger to affectionate gestures. If you offered him a kiss on the cheek, a hand on his arm, or any other form of human touch, he would respond with a playful grin, perhaps even teasing you a bit in return. He might joke about the gesture, turning it into light-hearted banter to break any awkwardness.

⭒ However, there would still be a level of casual caution from him, as he is still figuring out your place in his life. He would acknowledge the affection without hesitation but wouldn’t fully engage unless you are someone he plans to get closer to. The gesture might not bother him, but he wouldn’t go out of his way to reciprocate immediately.

⭒ Internal thought: This is unexpected… but rather amusing. Perhaps there is more to this human way of showing care than I thought. Public action: A grin or chuckle, a light-hearted response, and perhaps a playful touch or gesture to return the favor, like a quick pat on the shoulder or a wink.

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Friend:

⭒ With a friend, Elladan becomes more open and affectionate. He is still playful and mischievous, but there’s more genuine warmth in his gestures. If you are close, he won’t hesitate to offer a kiss on the cheek, an arm around the waist, or even a hug when greeting or parting ways. He’s very comfortable with such actions and might even encourage them. He is someone who enjoys expressing his feelings physically, so in these moments, he would often take the lead with affectionate gestures. If you’re ever down or stressed, expect him to smother you with affection, be it a sudden embrace or tickling you just to get a laugh.

⭒ If you engage in physical affection with him, he may reciprocate without hesitation, grinning broadly as he embraces you or kisses your cheek. For him, showing care is part of friendship, and he doesn’t care if anyone is watching—he will be as affectionate and playful as he wants to be.

⭒ Internal thought: I cherish these moments with you. It’s the best when we can just be ourselves and not worry about the world for a while. Public action: An arm around your shoulder, a playful kiss on the cheek, or an impromptu tickle fight. He’s spontaneous and full of energy in his affection.

⚔️🛡️ 🏹🗡️ ➶ ⋆༺𓆩⚔️ 🏹𓆪༻⋆ ➶🗡️ 🏹 🛡️ ⚔️

Lover:

⭒ When it comes to a lover, Elladan’s affectionate nature becomes even more intense, if possible. He is someone who is completely unafraid of showing his feelings, no matter the situation. With you, he will be overwhelming in his displays of affection. He will kiss you frequently—whether on the cheek, forehead, or lips—often in the most playful, yet tender ways. He’s the type of person who will steal kisses when you least expect it, or wrap his arms around you in tight, lingering embraces that speak of his deep love and attachment.

⭒ When alone, he will undoubtedly be more relaxed with his physical touch, resting his hand on your leg, or pulling you close whenever possible. His gestures are less about formality and more about his desire to feel connected to you at all times. If you are ever upset, his mischievous nature disappears, replaced by a soft, attentive Elladan who will sit beside you, hold your hand, and quietly listen. Once you are feeling better, he will brighten the mood with jokes, tickling, or just playful kisses.

⭒ Internal thought: This is everything I’ve wanted. To hold you, kiss you, and never have to let go. You’re my everything. Public action: A soft kiss on the forehead or cheek, perhaps an arm around your waist as he pulls you in close. His affection is often unrestrained, and his love is evident in every touch.

If you want anymore of any other elven characters like thranduil, Elrond, lindir, haldir, feren, meludir, Galion, elros, Legolas, celeborn, erestor, glrofindel, Gil-galad.

Let me know 💚🍃

[earthlybeam]

🎄🎁Merry Christmas everyone🎉✨

✨🌾⚔️ 𝓔𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓷 ⚔️🌾✨

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Elladan Version below. (reader/you are his lover). Featuring what I wrote below is: Building a Snowman (With a Twist), Snowball Fight, Sledging Adventure, Snow Angel.

⚔️𝓔𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓷

Building a Snowman(With a Twist):

⭒ The cold air of Rivendell was crisp and invigorating as the first blanket of snow settled over the valley. The trees were dusted with white, and the faint outline of mountains stood tall in the distance, their peaks veiled in mist and snow. A perfect winter day, the kind that begged for laughter, mischief, and snowball fights. You and Elladan had found your way to a quiet clearing, the scene peaceful save for the occasional sound of crunching snow underfoot as you worked together to build a snowman. The two of you were practically shoulder to shoulder, your hands cold but nimble as you rolled snow into giant balls, carefully stacking them atop one another. Elladan’s long, graceful fingers moved with ease, shaping the snow with practiced elegance, but it was clear that his focus wasn’t purely on perfection—there was mischief gleaming in his eyes. “Ah, perfect!” he declared, stepping back to admire the snowman’s form, his breath visible in the chilled air. His usual grin, full of mischievous charm, was wide as he adjusted the snowman’s scarf, the ends playfully flaring in the breeze. “Now that’s a snowman I can get behind. But, you know,” he continued, his tone taking on a teasing edge, “I think I can make it even better.”

⭒ He stepped around the back of the snowman, his movements smooth and swift as he began gathering more snow, packing it with an almost too much enthusiasm. His back was turned to you, but you could hear his soft chuckles under his breath as he worked with a growing sense of purpose. “What are you up to back there?” you called, your voice filled with curiosity but with an amused undertone, aware that Elladan’s plans often came with a twist. “Just you wait,” Elladan called over his shoulder, his voice playful. “I’m making a masterpiece. You’ll see.” His eyes glinted as he packed the last bit of snow, stepping back to survey his creation. When he turned back to face you, his grin had grown impossibly wider, and you could feel a laugh bubbling in your chest as you looked at the new addition to the snowman’s figure. A perfectly shaped, round “booty” now adorned the snowman’s backside, the soft snow curved just so, creating the illusion of a cheeky, almost playful rear.

⭒ “Ah, perfect!” Elladan said, hands on his hips as he admired his work. “This is art, if I do say so myself.” He gave the snowman’s ‘booty’ a light tap, making a soft crunching sound as if patting it with approval. “What do you think, darling? A little extra snow for flair—really gives it… character.” You stifled a laugh, shaking your head at the audacity of his creation. “Elladan, you didn’t—” “Of course, I did!” He stepped back, his gaze flicking between you and the snowman as if presenting a finished masterpiece to the world. “Wouldn’t you say it’s quite… caked?” He winked playfully, leaning in to give you a gentle nudge with his elbow, his tone full of mischief. You could hardly contain your laughter at the absurdity of it all, and as you tried to catch your breath, Elladan suddenly grew even bolder. Without warning, his robe fluttered around his waist as he lifted it up, exposing his own backside with a cheeky grin.

⭒ “Does it match?” he teased, his voice laced with a challenging playfulness, giving you a sly wink. His actions were so absurd, so full of mischievous charm, that for a moment, you could hardly believe what you were seeing. The sight of him standing there, robe lifted in defiance of the chilly winter air, was enough to send a wave of laughter through you. He held the pose for just a moment longer, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he glanced back over his shoulder at you. His playful smirk never wavered. “Well? Does it have the same effect?” It was impossible to stay serious for long in his presence, and your laughter erupted once again.

⭒ As Elladan lowered his robe with a satisfied flourish, you couldn't help but laugh, the warmth of your affection for him only growing. His playful antics always seemed to get under your skin in the best way possible, and you couldn't resist joining in the fun. Without warning, you reached out and, in a swift movement, slapped his backside-much as he had done to the snowman. Elladan yelped in mock surprise, spinning around to face you with a raised brow, his eyes flashing with mischievous delight. "Ah!" he exclaimed, feigning indignation. "Is this how you repay me for my art?" His lips quirked into a smirk, and before you could react, he was pulling you close, his arms winding around your waist. "I suppose I deserved that," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. You smiled, leaning into him, feeling the rush of warmth between you despite the cold air. "A little artistic flair deserves to be appreciated," you teased back, your fingers brushing over the soft fabric of his robe. "But you're not getting off that easily, Elladan." And with that, you both shared a quiet, playful moment, the laughter of your shared antics blending with the gentle winter winds of Rivendell.

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Snowball Fight:

⭒ The world around you was a quiet, winter wonderland, the snowflakes falling gently from the sky and covering the earth in a pristine blanket of white. The trees, draped in layers of snow, seemed to stand watch over the quiet scene, their limbs heavy with frost. Rivendell had been peaceful all day, but the quiet was soon interrupted by the sound of playful laughter that rang through the air. You stood facing Elladan, your hands already clutching tightly onto freshly packed snowballs, ready for what promised to be an epic battle. The glint of mischief in his eyes was unmistakable, a look you knew all too well, and it was clear that this was going to be no ordinary snowball fight.

⭒ Elladan grinned mischievously, his posture relaxed but his focus sharp. His dark hair, tousled by the breeze, framed his face in the most disarming way. The snow caught the light in his hair, making him seem like he had just walked out of a winter’s dream, his lips curling into that familiar smirk that always made your heart race. “You ready for this?” he called out, his voice filled with playful challenge. He raised his snowball with ease, his fingers expertly shaping it into the perfect sphere. “I don’t plan on going easy on you, love.” Before you could even properly respond, Elladan was already launching his snowball at you with expert precision. It soared through the air, narrowly missing you by inches as you ducked to the side, the powdery flurry of snow landing behind you. You shot him a quick grin, already pulling together your counterattack.

⭒ “Oh, it’s on now!” you declared, your competitive spirit fully awakened. With a quick flick of your wrist, you sent your own snowball hurtling toward him, watching as it collided with his shoulder, the soft snow splattering across his tunic. He didn’t flinch, only giving a hearty laugh in response. And just like that, the battle was in full swing. The snowballs flew faster now, each of you dodging, ducking, and hurling them at the other with increasing intensity. You both were so caught up in the excitement that time seemed to slow, the only sounds being the laughter in the cold air, the crunch of snow underfoot, and the occasional soft thud of snowballs meeting their target. But soon, the playfulness of the battle began to shift. The competitive edge that had driven the snowball fight quickly turned into something else entirely—a mischievous, playful wrestling match. Elladan’s grin never faltered as he sidestepped your next throw, quickly closing the gap between you. He lunged forward, grabbing you around the waist and sending you both tumbling into the snow, the cold sting of it a distant feeling compared to the warmth of your laughter.

⭒ Elladan’s face was inches from yours as he pinned you gently in the snow, his breath quick and warm against your skin. “Ha! You thought you could win?” he laughed, the playful glint in his eyes dancing like firelight. “Think again, darling!” Before you could react, Elladan scooped up a handful of snow and shoved it directly into your face, his grin widening as you spluttered in surprise. The snow was cold, but the laughter it sparked was even warmer. You quickly retaliated, gathering a handful of snow and shoving it right back at him, laughing as it landed in his hair, sending flecks of white cascading into his face. “You think you’re the only one who knows how to play dirty?” you teased, your voice breathless from both the laughter and the sudden rush of the moment.

⭒ Elladan’s grin only grew wider. “You’ve got some fight in you, love,” he said, his voice full of admiration and amusement. “But let’s see how you handle this!” With that, he piled more snow onto your face, covering it completely with a playful, dramatic flourish, as if he were claiming victory over the battle. But as he leaned back, his eyes sparkled with that same mischievous energy that had started this whole adventure. “I think we’re both covered in enough snow to make a snowman by now,” Elladan said, his voice teasing as he finally pulled away, standing up and brushing the snow off of his clothes. His grin was ear to ear, his expression full of triumph and joy.

⭒ You lay there for a moment, still laughing, covered head to toe in snow. “That’s it, is it?” you said, trying to catch your breath. “I think I’ll just need a few more rounds to make sure I win next time.” Elladan reached down a hand, offering to help you up, his smile still unshakable. “Oh, don’t worry, love,” he teased, pulling you to your feet. “You’ll have your chance. But for now, I think I’ve earned the title of Snowball Champion of Rivendell.” He winked at you, clearly enjoying his victory, but there was a softness in his gaze—one that matched the warmth of the moment, despite the chill of the snow around you.

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Sledging Adventure:

⭒ The winter air in Rivendell was sharp and invigorating, the snow-covered landscape glistening under the pale light of the midday sun. The hills were perfect for sledging, and you and Elladan had taken full advantage of the opportunity, racing each other down the slopes with wild abandon. Elladan had always been competitive, but today, his energy was off the charts. His laughter echoed through the valley as he pushed off the top of the hill, his sled carving smoothly through the snow as he shot forward, a blur of dark hair and bright eyes in the frosty air. “Ha! I’m winning this one, no doubt!” he shouted, his voice full of excitement, the wind making it difficult to hear him clearly but impossible to miss the challenge in his tone.

⭒ You grinned, already feeling the thrill of the race, your heart racing in time with the speed you were picking up. You had been neck and neck for most of the run, but just as you started to pull ahead, you heard the familiar sound of Elladan’s sled behind you. A quick glance over your shoulder confirmed that he had picked up speed, his grin wide and full of mischief. “Not so fast, love!” you called, your breath visible in the cold air as you leaned into the sled, trying to push yourself even faster. But just as you reached the bottom of the hill, Elladan’s sled came roaring up behind you, faster than you’d anticipated. With no time to react, he crashed straight into the back of your sled. The sudden impact sent both sleds careening off course, and in an instant, you found yourself hurtling through the air before landing in a soft, snow-covered heap at the bottom of the hill. The cold snow exploded around you, and you blinked a few times, dazed but laughing uncontrollably. You could hear Elladan’s infectious laughter above you as he tumbled into the snow beside you, his arms flailing before he landed next to you with a loud “oof.”

⭒ “Well…” Elladan began, rolling over onto his back with a dramatic sigh, his voice tinged with mock innocence. “I didn’t mean to do that, but I do make a great landing pad, don’t I?” You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound of his voice mixed with the exhilaration of the crash and the joy of being caught up in his antics. As he brushed the snow from his hair, his mischievous grin only grew wider, his deep eyes sparkling with delight. Without warning, he scooped you up into his arms and pulled you close, wrapping you in a quick, tight hug. “Guess you won’t win this round, my love,” Elladan said, his voice playful and warm against your ear, “but I’m still happy to finish in style.”

⭒ You could feel his breath warm against your skin as he brushed a handful of snow from your face with a teasing glint in his eyes. His touch was gentle yet filled with that same playful energy he exuded in everything he did. The cold air and the snow didn’t seem to matter, not when you were wrapped in his arms, laughing and glowing with the thrill of the moment. “Maybe you’ll win the next one,” you teased, still breathless from the crash, “but only if you don’t crash into me again!” Elladan winked at you, his face a picture of amusement and contentment as he leaned in just slightly, his smile never wavering. “Oh, don’t worry, love,” he said with a mock-serious tone. “Next time, I’ll give you a head start. But I can’t promise I won’t still catch you at the last moment.” And just like that, the competitive spark ignited again in both of you, each eager for the next race, knowing it would be just as full of excitement, laughter, and the occasional unexpected tumble.

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Snow Angel:

⭒ The soft, fluffy snow covered the ground in a serene white blanket, and the chill of winter had settled into Rivendell’s quiet, snow-covered landscape. The sky above was a muted shade of blue, with the occasional flurry of snowflakes drifting lazily down from the heavens. The world felt peaceful, almost magical, as you and Elladan lay side by side in the snow, letting your laughter ring out in the cold air. It had been a morning of pure mischief and joy—snowball fights, playful races, and now, this, the peaceful yet whimsical creation of snow angels. You glanced over at Elladan, his dark hair tousled by the wind and his face flushed from the cold. His deep laugh still echoed in your ears, a sound you would forever treasure. His eyes twinkled with an easy, relaxed joy as he observed your work, his head propped up on his hand, his expression tender. “You’ve made such a beautiful angel, my love,” he said, his voice soft, with a touch of admiration. He smiled at you, a smile that reached his eyes and made your heart flutter. “It almost seems like you belong in the heavens.”

⭒ You smirked at his compliment, feeling the warmth of his gaze but knowing exactly how to make the moment even more amusing. As Elladan laid back in the snow to make his own angel, you seized the opportunity to get a little more creative with your work. You had already been plotting a mischievous twist to this moment. The peace and calm of the morning felt like the perfect cover for a little harmless fun. Elladan was so carefree, so relaxed in his enjoyment of the moment, that he wouldn’t suspect a thing. While he hummed contentedly, enjoying the peace of the winter morning, you got to work. With careful precision, you used your finger to carve into the snow around his angel’s form, shaping what appeared to be horns at the top of its head. You twisted them upward with a deliberate flick of your wrist, then added a playful, wickedly curved tail that snaked its way from behind the angel’s legs. A satisfied grin spread across your face as you stepped back to admire your work. The once innocent, serene angel now looked more like a mischievous demon, a playful impish creature with devilish horns and a wicked tail.

⭒ You barely had time to stifle your laughter before Elladan noticed. He had been so caught up in his own creation, but as soon as he turned to look at yours, his sharp eyes widened, and his brow arched with playful suspicion. “What have you done, hmm?” he asked, his voice full of mock disbelief, though the twinkle of humor never left his eyes. He leaned up on his elbows, his gaze flicking back and forth between you and the snow angel you had so carefully altered. “This angel looks a little… different now.” He slowly sat up, brushing the snow from his tunic and his hair, his deep laugh now bubbling from his chest. His gaze fell upon the horns and tail, and his face lit up with a mixture of shock and amusement. “Is that… a tail? And horns?” He threw his head back, laughing heartily as he ran a hand through his snow-covered hair, the sound echoing in the stillness of the winter air.

⭒ You tried to keep a straight face, but it was impossible. Elladan’s laughter was contagious, and his amusement only made the whole situation more delightful. He finally looked back at you, his expression now one of mock disbelief. “You’ve turned my angel into a demon, my love.” He paused, still grinning. “But I can’t say I’m disappointed. Perhaps a little devilish side suits me just fine.” Elladan’s smirk was infectious as he slowly got up from the snow, brushing the remaining snow from his shoulders with a nonchalant flick of his wrist. He moved toward you with that same playful gleam in his eyes, his every step confident, like a prince of mischief. Without a second thought, he leaned down, pulling you toward him with a roguish grin. “I’m your snow demon now, love,” he whispered, his voice low and teasing, sending a shiver down your spine. “And I’ll do my best to keep you in the mischief you deserve.”

⭒ Before you could respond, he pulled you closer, his arms wrapped around you in an unexpected but entirely welcome snuggle. You gasped as he stuffed snow into your cloak hood, lifting it over your head with a triumphant smile. “You didn’t think you’d get away from me so easily, did you?” His voice was full of playful mischief as he rested his chin on the top of your head, the snow crinkling under his touch. You squirmed slightly in his grasp, trying to brush the snow out of your hood, but he simply tightened his hold, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, the snow between you both providing an odd but comforting barrier. His playful smirk never faltered as he glanced down at the demonized angel. “I think this demon looks far more at home in the snow than that poor angel did,” he teased, and for a moment, you both lay there, nestled together in the snow, content in the warmth of each other’s presence and the fun of the moment. Despite the cold, the mischief in Elladan’s eyes and the warmth of his affection made the winter day feel infinitely more special.

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[earthlybeam]

You Slapping their Butt and Calling them “Dummy Thick” in Front of Everyone:

how would the elves react to this?

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Lindir, erestor, glorfindel elladan, elrohir, version’s are below.

🎶𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓻

♫ The moment your hand made contact with his backside, a resounding smack echoing across the tranquil halls of Rivendell, Lindir would freeze mid-step, his spine going rigid like a taut bowstring. His harp, which he had been holding with characteristic grace, would slip precariously from his grip, nearly falling before he clumsily caught it. His pale cheeks would flush a brilliant shade of crimson, spreading all the way to the tips of his pointy ears.

♫ Turning to you with wide, stunned eyes, Lindir would open his mouth to respond but no words would come out, just a soft, strangled sound of disbelief. “Wha— ahem—what did you just…” His voice would falter, his usual eloquence failing him entirely. He’d fidget with his sleeves, the picture of flustered mortification.

♫ The elves in the room—courtiers, musicians, and even a passing servant—would collectively stop in their tracks, their expressions frozen between scandalized shock and barely-suppressed amusement. Elladan and Elrohir, of course, would be the first to lose their composure, doubling over with laughter, one of them wheezing, “Dummy thick, did you hear that?” Elrond’s stoic visage might even crack with the faintest twitch of an eyebrow as he struggled to maintain his dignity.

♫ Glorfindel, standing off to the side, would choke on his wine, hastily turning away to conceal the smirk tugging at his lips. The other elves would murmur among themselves, sneaking glances between you and the mortified Lindir, their curiosity piqued at the boldness of your gesture.

♫ Once the initial shock wore off, Lindir would draw in a deep breath, visibly attempting to compose himself. His voice, however, would still be shaky as he addressed you. “M-mellon nin, I must insist you refrain from… such inappropriate displays in public.” He’d turn sharply, nearly stumbling in his haste to exit the room, but not before you caught the way his blush deepened when you winked at him.

♫ In Private When the two of you were finally alone later, Lindir would waste no time confronting you, though his sternness would be undermined by his lingering embarrassment. “Do you have any idea how utterly improper that was?” he’d ask, his voice rising an octave as he gestured animatedly, pacing back and forth. “In front of everyone! Lord Elrond! The twins! Glorfindel!” He’d pause, running a hand through his silken hair, before finally looking at you, his expression softening despite himself.

♫ “I… I don’t even know where to begin,” he’d admit, his voice quieter now, his fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of his robe. “But please, next time… if you must…” He’d clear his throat, his blush returning in full force. “At least wait until we’re alone.”

♫ In the days that followed, Rivendell would be abuzz with whispers of the incident. Elladan and Elrohir would never let Lindir hear the end of it, constantly teasing him with exaggerated impressions of your words and even gentle pats on the shoulder that made him jump every time. Glorfindel would occasionally flash him a knowing smile, which only made Lindir duck his head in embarrassment.

♫ Despite the humiliation, Lindir would find himself smiling at the memory in private—though he’d never admit it. Deep down, he couldn’t deny the strange thrill your boldness gave him, even if it clashed with every rule of decorum he held dear. Perhaps, he’d muse, your audacity was part of why he cared for you so deeply. But he would also very firmly remind you not to do it again in public. At least not until he could figure out how to regain even a shred of his composure.

📚𝓔𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻

✎ Erestor is a character who exudes calm, logic, and a perpetual sense of quiet authority, which makes your audacious action all the more shocking. The room fell silent—eerily so, as though even the wind outside Rivendell’s pristine halls had paused in sheer disbelief. Erestor stood rigid, quill still in hand from where he had been annotating an open scroll on the intricacies of Dwarven metallurgy. Slowly, with a deliberation so sharp it could slice through mithril, he turned his head to meet your gaze.

✎ His dark eyes bore into you, the weight of millennia of wisdom, sarcasm, and profound irritation radiating from his unflinching expression. One eyebrow arched, ever so slightly, as he assessed the audacity you had just displayed. The gathered elves exchanged furtive glances, their faces a mixture of amusement and fear for your well-being. “Dummy thick?” he repeated, his tone so dry it could have ignited the nearest scroll. “In front of witnesses, no less.”

✎ Erestor set down his quill with an excruciatingly calm precision. A quiet murmur swept through the room as though everyone had collectively realized they were witnessing an event destined to be spoken of for centuries. Then, with a cool flick of his wrist, he waved the room into silence. “Everyone. Out,” he said, his voice steady yet laced with an edge that brooked no argument.

✎ The elves scattered, some biting back laughter, others clearly terrified. Once the door closed behind the last of them, the room plunged into a heavy, expectant quiet. Erestor straightened his robes with an exaggerated care, finally turning to face you fully. “You appear to have misunderstood the nature of public decorum,” he began, stepping closer until the faintest scent of aged parchment and ink wafted from him. “Let us discuss this newfound bravery of yours.”

✎ Despite the utter seriousness of his tone, there was the barest twitch of his lips, betraying a flicker of amusement he would never admit to. His hand brushed briefly along your arm, a silent acknowledgment of the audacity he could not help but, in some deeply buried way, respect.

✎ Later, seated in his favorite corner of the library where no one dared intrude, Erestor would casually reference the incident without looking up from the text he was reading. “You realize, of course, that your impulsive behavior has likely cemented your legend among Rivendell’s younger elves,” he’d remark dryly. “I trust you’ll enjoy their newfound fascination while I repair my dignity.”

✎ Though his words were clipped, the way his hand lingered against yours as he passed you a cup of tea spoke volumes about his true feelings. For all his exasperation, your audacity had amused him more than he’d ever let on.

☀️𝓖𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓵

𖤓 Glorfindel, the ever-charming and affectionate elf, is not one to shy away from displays of camaraderie or playful affection, especially with close friends. However, in the moment your hand makes contact with his backside and you call him “dummy thick” in front of everyone, Glorfindel’s reaction would be a mix of surprise, genuine amusement, and a hint of bashfulness.

𖤓 The room falls silent for a split second, and Glorfindel’s bright, blue eyes widen as he registers what has just happened. He’s the type of elf who typically maintains a composed and dignified demeanor, but with you, he’s more relaxed and often enjoys teasing and being teased. Yet, in public? This boldness catches him off guard.

𖤓 A soft laugh escapes him as he straightens up, clearly trying to suppress his amusement but failing miserably. His lips curve into a mischievous smile, though there’s a slight blush tinting his fair cheeks. He’d gently place a hand over his backside, turning to face you with an exaggerated arch of his brow.

𖤓 “Is that truly what you call me now?” he asks, voice light but full of playful challenge, trying to keep things light-hearted. “I must admit, that’s a new one for me.” His eyes scan the room, where a few elves may be holding back their own smiles, unsure whether to join in or maintain their usual decorum. Glorfindel, ever the good sport, would not scold you—far from it. Instead, he’d give a soft chuckle and shake his head, his usual poise briefly faltering.

𖤓 “Alright, you have my attention, friend,” he says, his tone shifting to one of teasing amusement. “But I expect this… honor to be properly repaid.” If the situation were to feel too tense, he’d dismiss the crowd with a wave, ensuring the room clears before he gently steps toward you. The playfulness would return, but so would a glint of something deeper—a warmth that only exists between him and those he cherishes.

𖤓 “Now,” he murmurs, leaning close, “I believe we need to have a private conversation about the audacity of your actions.” His voice drops to a soft, teasing tone. “But don’t think you’ll escape unscathed.” Despite the reprimand, there would be no anger or frustration. Glorfindel is the type to show affection through his actions, and your cheeky comment would only draw him closer to you. It would be a playful exchange, perhaps leading to a bit of flirty banter later, where Glorfindel—who is surprisingly affectionate and unguarded with those he loves—may even find a way to embrace the unexpected compliment.

𖤓 In the end, he would likely find himself laughing it off later, especially if it was shared with close friends. He enjoys a good jest, and your audacity would only endear you to him further.

⚔️𝓔𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓷

⭒ Elladan, ever the playful and mischievous twin, would initially react with absolute shock—not because of your audacity, but because he simply wasn’t expecting it. In the middle of a jovial conversation with his twin brother, a group of Rangers, or even the solemn halls of Rivendell, the sharp sound of your hand meeting his backside would echo like a bell.

⭒ There would be a beat of silence as everyone froze, wide-eyed, while Elladan whipped around to face you, his expression a mix of disbelief and amusement. “What—did you just say?” he’d ask, his voice laced with mock incredulity, though his lips were already twitching upward in a grin “Dummy thick? Me?”

⭒ He’d throw his head back and laugh, absolutely delighted by the scene you had just created. Unlike his brother, Elrohir, who might glare or grumble about propriety, Elladan would love the attention and revel in the chaos of it all.

⭒“Oh, my!,” he’d say dramatically, loud enough for everyone to hear, “I knew you admired me, but to proclaim it so boldly before all of Middle-earth? How my heart soars!” And then, without missing a beat, he’d lean in conspiratorially, lowering his voice just for you. “But truly, did you have to do it here? Poor Elrohir might never recover.”

⭒ Elrohir, naturally, would roll his eyes and mutter something about Elladan being insufferable, while everyone else would either awkwardly shift their attention elsewhere or burst out laughing, depending on their temperament.

⭒ But Elladan wouldn’t let the moment end there. No, he’d make a show of it, grabbing you by the waist, spinning you in a playful circle, and dramatically planting a kiss on your cheek as everyone looked on. “Such boldness must be rewarded,” he’d tease, his mischievous grin showing no signs of fading. “But fair warning—two can play this game.”

⭒ And you’d better believe that later, when you least expected it, Elladan would find the perfect moment to repay the favor with equal flair. Whether it was sneaking up behind you to deliver a playful smack or loudly announcing his own pet name for you in public, he’d make sure you knew he wasn’t going to let this slide without some playful retribution.

⭒ At the end of the day, Elladan would be endlessly entertained by your audacity and secretly delighted by the fact that you could match his energy, even if it meant making an absolute spectacle of yourselves in front of everyone.

⭐️𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓱𝓲𝓻

✧ The moment your hand connects with Elrohir’s backside and the words “dummy thick” leave your mouth, the scene halts. Elrohir, ever the composed and sharp-witted twin, immediately stiffens, his dark brows shooting up as his head snaps around to look at you. His expression teeters between utter disbelief and incredulous amusement, as though trying to decide whether you’ve just lost your mind—or if you’re simply this bold.

✧Elladan, standing nearby, would choke on the goblet of wine he’s holding, nearly doubling over with laughter. “Dummy thick?” he wheezes, slapping his knee. “Oh, this I need to hear!” He’d fan the flames with his commentary, ensuring no one within earshot could ignore the spectacle.

✧ Elrohir, however, isn’t one to lose his cool easily. The corners of his mouth twitch as he fights to suppress a smirk, his dry sense of humor surfacing. “Meleth,” he’d drawl in a low, exasperated tone, “if you’re trying to humiliate me, you’ve done a splendid job.” The faintest hint of pink might creep into his cheeks—not from embarrassment, but from sheer incredulity.

✧ The other elves in the room would shuffle uncomfortably, unsure whether to laugh or retreat from the awkward situation. But Elladan? He’s loving every second, especially since his brother is rarely the target of such antics. “Brother,” Elladan says, wiping a tear from his eye, “I think they’ve just put us to shame. You might have some competition for the boldest fool in the room.”

✧ Once the initial shock passes, Elrohir turns back to you, his face a mix of mock severity and reluctant fondness. “You’ll pay for that later,” he says, his voice deceptively calm, though the gleam in his grey eyes promises mischief. “But since you’re so enamored with my… attributes, perhaps I should ensure your attention is more appropriately focused next time.”

✧ Later—away from the crowd—he’d pull you into his arms, his teasing smirk finally breaking free. “Dummy thick?” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. “You’re lucky I find your audacity endearing. But don’t think I’ll let this go unanswered, Mellon. Prepare yourself.”

✧ If you’re lucky, the punishment would involve a playful wrestling match—where, of course, he’d take full advantage of his strength to pin you down. If not? Well, Elladan might be gleefully recounting this tale to everyone for years to come, much to Elrohir’s eternal frustration.

I’m working on other elven characters like haldir, feren, meludir, Galion, elros, Legolas, Gil-galad, círdan.

So keep an eye out for my posts 🫶💚🍃

[eunoiaastralwings]

Hello *Pokes head round door after loud noise of falling out of your wall* don't ask why I have been in your walls.

Hi, Hey, how are you, I hope you are better now.

I spy your requests are open.

And Atm I really need some Fluff (I hate anons so much), I also Spy you have not written for Elladan yet, If you are comfortable enough to write for him and if it isn't to much of an ask, Here is my request:

Elladan pretending to be his brother Elrohir and the Reader accidentally confesses to him as they think he is Elrohir and is asking Elrohir for help how to request, Elladan tries to play it off by Elrohir walks around the corner with Arwen so then the Reader realizes it's Elladan so he just confesses back to them as he also really likes them.

Thank You Mellon :)

A leap with your heart

characters elladan x reader

fandom tolkien- the hobbit the lord of the rings

a/n @aeonianarchives mellon nin— always a joy to find you in my inbox! Oh Don't worry, am on your walls too *sips tea* — am better not fly back on track— definitely not covid again but i feel so dead and tired all the time:( — am sorry to hear that hun— I hope you like and makes you feels better! Ella is was fun to write :) - love you lots<3

Elladan knew this was a ridiculous idea— he was about to back out of it, until you accidentally him by his brother's name.

He had planned to act as his brother— so he could get some closeness to you.

But he was about to turn around and run — then you— without looking fully at him calls him Elrohir.

He blinks once, then twice— but then quickly the planned reversed back in place.

Elladan quickly introduced himself as his twin brother.

"Y/N, m'lady/my lord"

"You look fine as the morning sun"

he complimented.

You giggled— and blushed— it pained Elladan because you thought you were receiving it from his brother.

He never had the courage to say that to you before— but it was too late to back out now— wasn't it?

Elladan held in a deep sigh— then turned to you again.

"Would you be interested in a walk, Y/N?"

He asked — cautiously— gesturing and asking like his brother.

Elladan was wilder and louder than his twin— he needed to tone himself down and act patiently.

But it was inching him inside.

"It would be my own honor, Elrohir— mellon nin."

The both of you walked along the gardens of Rivendell— complimenting Arwen's gardening skills.

You pointed to the flowers you liked — and Elladan pointed to the ones he thought his brother would like.

"Imladris is beautiful— in all seasons."

You smiled— it was wondrous.

"If you love Imladris— you should see the forests Elr-Elladan and I travel too— so much more wonder there too."

He almost slipped up — Elladan mentally kicked himself for it.

"That's a lovely invite— thank you. . ."

You smiled and looked down.

Elladan frowned.

"Is everything alright?"

Had he upseted you?

"Yes— but. . . is your bother around? — Elladan. . . ?"

Elladan's heart dropped— if only he could reveal himself.

"He should be around here somewhere. . .why?"

You bit your lip— and picked at your fingers.

Should you tell your friend?— How you had fallen for his twin brother— you were in love with his wildness and the mysterious gleam in his eyes.

"I. . . I think am in love with him. . . "

Elladan stopped breathing for a second — you what?

"M'lady/My lord?"

You took a deep breath again.

"No— I don't think. . . I know it. . .I do love him, Elrohir. . ."

You desperately looked at him.

"I don't know how tell him that. . . — or know if he feels the same?"

You sighed and hugged your frame— you felt uncomfortable suddenly.

Elladan's mind (and heart) was racing— what was he supposed to say now?

He needed react like his brother— before this while thing blew up in his face.

What would Elrohir say?

What would Elrohir say?

"Am sorry mellon nin-"

"My father always says— you have to take a leap with your heart. . .— then, you can find the half, that fits perfectly beside you."

Elladan cut you off — fondly remembering the words of his father.

They were words of one of Elrond's foster fathers— Maglor.

Maglor would sometimes teach them life lessons— love was one of them.

His uncle, Elros — had dropped the question of love on Maglor one day — as his father said and Maglor replied with the memories of his wife in Valinor.

"A leap with my heart?"

You questioned.

"Yes— if you don't. . . you would never know how the other person feels— and if they don't feel the sae— then they aren't the one for you."

Elladan felt like a hypocrite— he was saying this but doing the opposite.

He wanted to tell you — many times — but he always ran away like a coward.

"I hope he is the one. . ."

Meleth nin. . . That I am.

Elladan didn't know what to do— should he reveal himself?

He held in another sigh— and shut his eyes.

But the sound of his brother and baby sister Arwen walking around the other hedge — that made them fly open again.

Elladan lost all his breath as Arwen smiled brightly at him.

"Brother! Y/N! — Elrohir and I are orginaising the decorations for tomorrow's banquet— we were looking for you."

Arwen's words made you lose all the color in your face.

The real Elrohir seemed to have understood what happened — especially from the distress from his brother's face.

He quickly rushed away his baby sister — but gave a sharp glare to his twin.

You gulped — did she just? — She obviously wasn't lying— he knew her brothers like the back of her hand.

She knew them apart.

"Elladan?"

You gasped and turned around to him.

A look of shock and betrayal on your face.

Elladan sighed and ran a hand over his face— he let out a few curse words.

You knew for fact it was Elladan — only Elladan cursed when he was mad— or angry at himself.

You felt like crying — so embarrassed in yourself.

Was he pranking you? —But you knew Elladan, he wasn't like that. . .

So. . . What was this?

Tears sprang— and you quickly tried to make a run for it.

But Elladan wrapped his hand around your wrist — he pulled you back to him.

"My heart is yours. . ."

He said and placed your shaky hand over his heart.

"Le Melin, Y/N. . .— I was a fool— a hypocrite. . . I didn't know what else to do. . .— forgive me. . ."

"Ella. . . You made me feel like a fool. . ."

You voice almost broke — and it make him gulp.

"Am the real fool, meleth nin— I do not deserve after making you feel like that. . ."

You were about to intervene— but he continued.

"But am a selfish ellon, my dear. . ."

He held you close — wrapped a hand around your waist and rested his forehead against your forehead.

"now - that I know you feel the same way. . .I cannot let you go. . ."

He kissed your lips— without another word.

Your eyes widened — but you melted into the kiss.

He may have made a wrong move— but he apologized and promised to himself he would cherish and love you —for all of eternity.

"I love you too, Ella. . ."

"I know. . ."

He smirked.

You rolled your eyes but chuckled— his playfulness coming out — you loved it about him.

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