#elladan supremacy

[earthlybeam]

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.

🎶𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓻

♫ 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.

[tinnictheguardian]

I think, if Maedhros had found Elured and Elurin, the Silmarillion would have had one less kinslaying and ended with four sons of Feanor alive and possibly joining in the War of Wrath.

My headcanon is that Elured and Elurin did NOT die and were found by Daeron. I wrote a fic about it. But generally, I firmly believe that the "sin" infecting the House of Feanor was good ol' ethnic supremacy, where they were aggressively Noldo first.

So, if Maedhros took in half-human Sindar princes and could love them like he would his true sons, that love would have saved him. Like the love for Elrond and Elros might have saved Maglor. In the sense that there is a chance that when Maglor finally faded and made it to the Halls of Mandos, he probably wasn't in there for too long, and leaving it, he probably had Elrond and possibly Elladan and Elrohir waiting to welcome him back to Valinor!

“O Children

Forgive us now for what we’ve done

It started out as a bit of fun”

- O Children by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

[earthlybeam]

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]

🎄🎁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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