#elladan x oc

[vakarians-babe]

In a small balcony of the white city were the warden and the elf-prince wed, blessed by the tidings of King Elessar and the Evenstar. Great joy was there, and yet also great sorrow, for Elladan son of Elrond knew that ever after the days in which he might share his sister’s joy would shorten.

[the-journey-was-the-point]

Elladan's Prologue

A short snippet about my OC Callonduin, but told from Elladan's POV.

Summary: Elladan has been restless ever since the disappearance of a particular Elf. His brother decides to check on him. Relationships: Elladan & Elrohir, implied (onesided)Elladan/Callonduin

“Still worried about Callonduin?”

Elrohir scaled the last few steps uphill to reach his brother who stood on the highest peak in Imladris, his sharp elven eyes scouring the surrounding forest. Elladan had been in a melancholic mood as of late. No one knew what troubled Elrond’s eldest son, no one but Elrohir, for he knew his brother better than anyone. 

Following his brother’s silence, Elrohir spoke once more. “Come now. You can’t think I don’t see the connection between his disappearance and your sudden interest in scouring the Trollshaws on your own?”

In all honesty, though Elrohir was confident in his theory, he couldn’t see why Elladan would be so invested in Callonduin of all people. While it was true they grew up around each other, the twins of Imladris had never been particularly close to the ellon in question. Furthermore, though Callonduin was a skilled warrior, he was also known to be a bit unstable– often inebriated, repeatedly disregarding orders, and prone to reckless behavior. 

But then again, in all honesty, Elrohir got the feeling that Elladan recently became more secretive. 

“Callonduin is… known to be a bit, er, eccentric,” the younger twin tried once more. “It’s definitely not the first time he’s gone off on his own. Why, I’m certain if we ask around Bree we’ll catch wind of a rowdy ellon–”

“I already searched Bree, Elrohir,” Elladan cut in, impatient and agitated. “He’s not there. And it’s been a month. The seasons are changing, the cold will be upon us soon and Callonduin is traveling alone–”

Elladan abruptly restrained himself. He stilled and set his eyes once more upon the forest, searching for any sign of orcs or a glaive-wielding elf who laughed. 

Elrohir observed his brother for a moment before placing a hand on his shoulder.  “Callonduin is a trained warrior, just like you and I,” he said. “He’s resilient. He won’t be felled by a bit of snow.” Then in an attempt to lighten the mood, Elrohir added, “If he’s not in Bree, then he’s probably asleep under a table somewhere else, passed out from all those tankards he likely downed.”

In all honesty, Elladan preferred it if that were the case. Better Callonduin be blacked out in some human inn than captured by the foul beings that ran amok throughout Middle Earth. This was because Elladan knew what others didn’t: that Callonduin’s reckless behavior was much worse than the rest of them thought, for the elf had, for quite a while now, a tendency to sneak out of Rivendell at night to take down entire orc camps alone. 

And in all honesty, Elladan knew this because he had the same tendency. Things had been difficult since his mother, Celebrían, was tortured by orcs. The twins developed a terrible lust for slaying orcs, and though they promised their father to stop, Elladan found it was too difficult and continued to do so in secret. 

One night he left to take down a orc camp he'd scouted. Callonduin was already there when he arrived, and in the moonlight, Elladan saw that he was laughing.  Unrestrained, soaked in orc blood, and laughing.

Elladan closed his eyes.

“I heard from Lindir that Callonduin was supposed to meet his father and brother in Lothlórien next spring. I certainly hope he doesn’t mean to cross the Misty Mountains alone.” 

Elrohir’s expression turned somber. “I’m sure Callonduin is not so reckless as to attempt that," then as if he just heard himself, Elrohir quickly amended, “How about this: I will help you search for him. It is better than letting you do it alone.”

Elladan hesitated for a moment before turning to face Elrohir. “Are you sure?”

Elrohir smiled, wrapping a comforting arm around the elder twin. “Of course. Don’t carry this burden alone, Elladan. Your family is here with you.”

Elladan allowed himself to smile and relax in his brother’s hold. 

[sotwk]

Hello dear friend!! Oh gosh I have SO much to catch up. Wanted to say that I’m so grateful for your support and friendship here - it means the world. I can’t wait to pick up where I left off with delving into your rich fanfic world and ocs… I’ve had so little time lately, and I’m excited to have a freer autumn :) hope you’re doing well and enjoying your writing!! 🤍 xo

Oh Gia--you've got a ton of stuff going on, so I'm just glad you're able to pop in here every now and then! :)

Always happy to be your cheerleader on Tumblr!

You draw/paint, write, AND play the piano and sing (yes I saw it on your Insta!), all so extremely well; you have WAY more to contribute to the community and fandom that I do or can. So don't worry about catching up on my stuff--not like there's much to catch up on, haha. I hope you continue to focus on your art and your shop and exhibits so more gorgeous works can enter the community. :)

Also, please don't think I've forgotten about my planned fic for Elladan x Ilmairë! It's still in my WIP pile that I chip away at occasionally (granted, with the speed of a confused sloth), but it's definitely not been abandoned! I might just pop into your Asks soon to ask more questions about Ilmairë and her background and your headcanons!

For the curious: check out Gia's Insta and Esty!

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Decision- Elladan x OC

Elladan x Netra

Description: The Elves are leaving for Valinor, which poses a rather difficult question for Elladan: stay in Middle Earth with the love of his life or go to Valinor with the rest of his family. 

Word Count: 2.6k

It was finally over. The One Ring had finally been destroyed by one of the most unlikely creatures imaginable, and he still managed to survive. With the destroying of the Ring came destinies that were fulfilled. Aragorn became King of Gondor, as it was written in the fates, and the White Tree of Gondor began to bloom once again. 

Another prophecy was coming to fruition as well. The Age of Elves was finally coming to an end. After the destruction of the One Ring, the power of the Three Rings of the Elves had all but ended, making way for the Age of Man. So, while Middle Earth began to heal and regrow, the last of the Elves were packing and preparing to leave for Valinor. 

Lord Elrond and his family, being Elves, were granted passage to the Undying Lands. His wife Iris, despite not being an Elf, was even allowed to go as well. After Celebrian’s unfortunate passing while still in Middle Earth, it left an empty spot in Valinor that allowed her to enter. So, they were part of the Elves that were preparing to leave along with their children. This, however, posed a problem to their oldest son, Elladan. 

You see, Elladan had fallen in love with a mortal named Netra Underlake. They wholeheartedly believed that they were soulmates, and anyone who looked at them could see it too. After the One Ring was destroyed, they were finally reunited, and they’d been living happily in Rivendell ever since. Now, the problem. Netra wasn’t an Elf. She was still a mortal human, which meant she couldn’t go. Even if she was allowed, there were no spare places for her. That meant that Elladan had to make a decision: stay in Middle Earth with the love of his life or go to Valinor with the rest of his family. 

The dilemma weighed heavily on both of them. It was a difficult decision for Elladan as he had to decide between two of the most important things in his life. Netra, meanwhile, was wracked with guilt. She hated that it was because of her that Elladan had to make a decision. On one hand, she wanted to urge Elladan to go with his family and find happiness in Valinor, where he could be amongst his kind. And on the other hand, the very thought of being parted from her made her want to die. As much as she hated to admit it, there was a part of her deep inside that just didn’t know if she could part from him. There were several times that she was filled with anger at the fates for allowing them to fall in love, forcing them into such a predicament. 

It was hard to gauge what he was feeling or thinking. Usually, despite the tenderness he always showed her, he’s not very open with how he’s feeling or thinking (aside from his family). Netra was usually the only one who could read him like an open book, but now she had no idea what was going on in his head at any given moment. He’d unintentionally closed off from her, so she wasn’t even aware that he’d finally made a decision until he came out with it. 

Netra still remembered the day Elladan gave his decision. It was during dinner with the rest of his family as well as Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel (who’d come to stay after the rest of their Kingdom had left) and they’d been discussing preparations for their trip to the Gray Havens, where the last ship would leave. Netra, being married to Elladan naturally meant that she was also there, though she didn’t say anything. Despite her silent demeanor, she was screaming and crying inside at the thought of being parted from her love. She had been in the process of keeping her sorrow at bay when Elladan dropped the ball on all of them. 

“I’m not going.” Immediately everyone was silenced, the only sound being a dropped fork or surprised gasp. Everyone looked understandably shocked by his (considerably nonchalant) proclamation, but no one more than Netra. 

“What?” Elrond questioned, being the first one to speak. 

“I will not be going to Valinor with you,” the eldest child spoke, looking at his father. “My heart lies here, in Middle Earth with Netra. The thought of being parted from her is more than I can bear.” Everyone looked at the girl in question at the mention of her name, which made her sink into her seat a bit. Elladan offered her a reassuring smile, taking her hand in his and giving it a small squeeze before facing Elrond once again. 

“And before you say anything ada (father), she had nothing to do with my decision. This is the first time she is hearing it as well,” he added quickly. Elrond was silent for a few minutes, everyone trying to see his reaction. Finally, after the lengthy silence, he nodded. 

“Very well.” That was all he said. Everyone was surprised by his reaction, though no one said anything. 

The rest of dinner was mostly silent, and almost as soon as everyone was excused Netra stood and walked out. She needed to clear her head, and she always found it relaxing to walk around the gardens of the Last Homely House. She had no idea how long she stayed outside, just lost in thought, but the moon had appeared in the sky by the time she made her way back to her and Elladan’s shared room. Upon arriving at their door, she was surprised to hear Elrond’s voice coming from inside. She paused as her hand landed on the doorknob, pressing her ear to the door in order to hear better. 

“You will still have to taste the bitterness of mortality,” Elrond spoke grimly. “Whether by sickness or the slow decay of time, Netra Underlake will die. And there will be no comfort for you......no comfort to ease the pain of her passing. She will come to death...... but you, my son,  you will linger on in darkness and in doubt as nightfall in winter that comes without a star. Here you will dwell, bound to your grief under the fading trees until all the world is changed and the long years of your life are utterly spent.” He paused when Elladan suddenly gasped. It was slightly shaky, and Netra became worried that he was crying. 

“Elladan,” his father continued softly. “There is nothing for you here - only death. Ah im, ú erin veleth lîn (Do I not also have your love)?” It took a moment for the younger Elf to answer, and Netra heard a sniffle from him, which broke her heart. 

“Asahanya carilye, ada (Of course you do, father),” he muttered, taking a moment before he continued. “Anat, san lase (But, so does she).” 

“Elladan,” the lord sighed out, but was cut off by the boy in question. 

“Ada, you have the gift of foresight. What did you see?”

“I looked into your future and I saw death,” he answered immediately. 

“But there is also life. You saw more than my death; you saw my life with Netra. You saw my marriage to her, and two children - they were my son and daughter. That is what awaits me in my future. If I leave Middle Earth, I will leave all of that behind. If I leave her, I will regret it forever. Please, do not force me to give up a life that will make me happy.” 

His words made Netra’s breath hitch, a giddy feeling in her heart. He could see them getting married and having children together? She’d almost forgotten that Elladan had received the gift of foresight like his father and grandmother. Granted, he didn’t use it often as he had no reason to, but still. 

“I just want to make sure you don’t do something you will come to regret, anon nin (my son),” Elrond said softly after a brief pause. 

“Then do not keep me from the love of my life,” Elladan answered in the same tone. That was all Netra had the heart to listen to. She made sure to be as quiet as she could as she snuck away from the room. 

She ended up going to a cliffside not too far from the Last Homely House. The waterfall it stood beside always calmed her and allowed her to be by herself. By now her leg was throbbing as it was still healing from a wound she’d received during the battle in Pelennor Fields, so she had to sit down. She hopped onto the large crystalline table that stood proudly in the center of the space, sighing in relief as the throbbing eased a bit. After sitting there for only a few minutes a voice suddenly spoke up from behind her.��

“You know, you humans are not as stealthy as you may think,” Elladan said, an air of amusement in his voice. “To an Elf, at least.” 

“Is that your way of telling me that you know I heard you and your father?” She asked in the same tone. The man chuckled softly as he took a seat beside her. 

“Here,” he placed a cold compress on her thigh where her wound was. “Ada said that this would probably help with the throbbing.” 

“Thank you, andúne nin (my sunset),” she said softly, leaning her head on his broad shoulder. 

“Care to tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, amaurëa nin (my sunrise)?” He asked after a moment. Netra shrugged, which earned a sigh from the Elf. 

“Netra, amaurëa nin, I need to know what you’re thinking after everything you just heard.”

“I’m just hoping you made the right decision. I don’t want you to do something that you’ll end up regretting,” she finally answered, paraphrasing Elrond from earlier. “I can’t stand the thought that I may be the reason that you do not find eternal happiness in Valinor, it is more than I can bear.”

“I have already given up my immortality, and I will never be able to get it back,” he spoke patiently. “That means that I will die no matter what. So, I can either die happily after a happy life with you, or I can die in Valinor without you, which is one of the worst things I could ever imagine. I’m doing this because I love you, Netra. I want to stay and be with you, and nothing can change that. Besides, Rivendell is my home, it is all I’ve ever known. And I will still have my brother and his wife.” His words made her head snap up to look at him in shock. 

“Wait, Elrohir isn’t going either?”

“He told us a few days ago when you were out with your sister,” Elladan answered with a nod. “He and Adaia just don’t want to leave after living here for their entire lives,” Netra nodded silently. 

She had to admit that his response to her worries made her feel at least a hundred times better, and once again a giddy feeling overcame her. The fact that he didn’t want to go to a place that literally offers eternal bliss to all who goes there just because he wants to be with her was quite the confidence booster. His words offered her comfort, which eased the tension between the both of them. 

“So, you saw two children in our future?” She asked, earning a laugh from the boy. And things felt okay again. 

Just a few days later the Peredhil family arrived at the Gray Havens. Elladan, Netra, Elrohir and Adaia, despite not going to Valinor, chose to come along so they could wish their parents, grandparents and sister farewell. Since Netra didn’t know Celeborn or Galadriel that well, she merely bowed to them and received the same treatment in response. She couldn’t help the bittersweet feeling as she hugged Arwen goodbye. The youngest Peredhil sibling had graciously helped her settle into her new home in Rivendell when Elladan wasn’t around. She was definitely going to miss her. Next came Iris, who kissed her forehead and wished her luck on whatever came next for them. 

Upon pulling away from the woman, Netra was surprised when she turned around and was pulled into a hug by Elrond himself. Despite her initial shock, she returned the gesture, happy that there were no hard feelings between them. Once they pulled away she was further surprised when he, like Iris, pressed a kiss to her forehead. The kiss itself wasn’t what shocked her, but the vision that came with it. 

Elladan and Netra sat outside. Based on their surroundings they were in the field of wildflowers just a few minutes walk from the Last Homely House. They were talking about something that she couldn’t quite hear, but then Elladan said something that made her laugh. In her merriment she lifted a hand to cup the Elf’s face, and she noticed an intricately designed  silver ring on her ring finger. In return Elladan grinned and wrapped his arm around her waist comfortably. Before either of them could say anything, they suddenly heard a younger sounding voice cry out. 

“Amil, ada (Mother, father)! Look what me and Gylledh made!” A young girl no older than seven ran towards them with a proud look on her face. 

“Gylledh and I, Eralith,” a boy who looked around her age corrected her as he followed, also looking proud. They looked a lot like Netra, but she could still see the similarities between them and Elladan. Both sets of hands were behind their backs as they eagerly awaited for their parents to face them, which they did immediately. 

“Alright meleth nins (my loves),” Netra laughed softly. “What is it?” The children shared an excited look with each other before they showed whatever it was they were eager to display. A flower crown made of the wildflowers that surrounded them rested in their hands, which made Elladan and Netra gasp delightedly. 

“Oh, they’re beautiful,” the latter gushed while Elladan nodded in agreement, which only made Gylladh and Eralith’s smiles widen even more. The couple lowered their heads a bit and allowed them to place the flower crowns on them. They took a moment to adjust them before facing Gylledh and Eralith once more. 

“How do we look?” Asked Netra. 

“So beautiful, amil,” Gylladh answered happily, which made her smile. 

“Would you like us to make you some so that we may all match?” Elladan asked, earning excited nods from the children. “Very well. Why don’t you two go find some flowers for us?” At his suggestion the kids nodded once again before running off. As they watched the children look for the prettiest flowers, Elladan and Netra couldn’t help but smile at them. The latter’s head leaned over to rest on his shoulder, and a feeling of contentment settled over all of them. 

The vision faded to darkness, which was Netra’s cue to open her eyes. She was met with Elrond’s smiling face, which made her return the look. 

“Take care of my son,” he whispered gently. 

“I will,” she promised with a nod. The duo shared a smile before the time finally came for them to board the ship. Elrohir, Adaia, Elladan and Netra waved to their friends and family as the ship pulled away from the harbor. Once the ship was almost out of sight Elrohir took Adaia’s hand in his then faced the others. 

“Are you ready to go?” Everyone nodded, then Elladan’s arm wrapped around Netra. She spared a glance to him and realized he was smiling at her. 

“Yeah. Let’s go home.” And that’s exactly what they did.

[ticcitavvi]

Gotta post this now cause the chances I’m gonna fish it at all, much less soon, are so low

let’s ignore elladan’s missing hand please- imagine he’s inspecting a twig or smth

[hongchenzhu]

Saved and too long

Side tracked on my main fic, and the idea of my OC saving Celebrían and her interaction with some of the people of House Elrond. Wrote this for some people to get an understanding of my OC and who she is in my main fic.

side note: there's gonna be some plot holes, cause I haven't finished writing my main fic yet, I'll be rewriting this scenario in the mainfic once I get to it. (OC intro is here)

Hope yalls enjoy it

word count: 1926

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Hong Chen has been in this world for a very long time, it wasn’t until recently she settled in a town not far from the borders of Rivendell. The town is near the lake which provides great agriculture for its main source of trade and income, with this being said the people of the town are well acquainted with the Elves and Rivendell as they are the main trading routes.

It was during its early settlement when this town was made, from then until now it has been over 2000 years. That’s right I have been the doctor of this town for 2000 years, I have watched the first group of settlers and now I see their descendants grow up and old.

Today is like most other days, I spent time in the yard of my house that leads into right after the front door. My rooms are built around the yard, and this is where I conduct most of my medical examinations the room to the left is my private bedroom, the room to my right is the kitchen/ medical herb storage room the room directly after the yard is my study/further examination room. My yard is also littered with groups of medical herbs ready to be dehydrated, it is either by placing it upside down and leaving it in a drying and dark place or placed in the furnace. Alongside it is a huge osmanthus tree that has been planted since I settled down.  

As I walked around the yard looking at my herbs, I noticed my athelas stash was significantly lower than my others, I signed, this meant I must leave my home and go into the mountains to find more. Shaking my head I grabbed my hat with my veil over it, putting it on I opened my double very solid wooden door (they also weigh a ton) placing a sign out in front telling those who come that I am out collecting more herbs and set out on my little adventure of finding athelas.

After trotting away on my majestic mare from the borders of Rivendell and my town I found a good stash of athelas. Then I felt it, the painful cries of souls, screaming and howling begging to be released accompanying those cries is the sense of foul begins, begins that should be killed to free the tortuous soul from their bodies.

Allowing my horse to roam freely around the area I followed the sense, it did not take long before I came across a clearing near a cave. Outside that cave is littered with a stench, a disgusting orc stench most people by now would’ve gaged but I’m too high on anger to care. Summon my polearm with the star of Fëanor still shining brightly like the day it was made, I marched into the disgusting cave.

The howling and begging got worse, I could hear it echo from the deepest part of the cave. As orcs entered my sight, I saw red. Lifting my polearm high in the air I brought it down with the strength to split the cave apart, right after that orc charged at me left, right and centre. Whipping my polearm left to right I threw them against the wall and stabbed through them, twisting my arm I killed the orcs behind me, bringing my arm forward I killed the ones in front of me. The orcs didn’t stand a chance as my acts were too fast, faster than the day when I was fighting the heavenly officials, faster than the day I fought Melkor head-on saving Fingolfin.

It didn’t take long before all the orcs in the cave were wiped out. I took off my hat, exposing my face, my chest heaved as I started looking around the cave for any other signs of life that weren’t an orc.

Finally, at the corner of the cave, I found it, the only sign of life, an elf, elf maiden who has golden hair that reminded me of Findaráto, throwing my polearm aside I crouched down. Taking the outer layer of my hanfu off I put it around her shoulders, pushing her hair out of her face I looked down at her.

“You’ll be alright dear, I’ll take you to Rivendell,” I said so gently and carefully lifted her up in my arms, one arm under her knees and one behind her back. She fell onto my chest her breathing finally calmed down and I walked out of the cave, seeing my destruction, mutilated orc bodies indiscriminately scattered the cave, like seeds that had been spilt out of a bag.

Once I’m out of the cave my horse came galloping out of the trees.

“Hey girl, look after me for a bit ok” I said to my horse voice still light not wanting to startle the poor Elleth. Very gently I put her onto my horse, who very kindly didn’t move that much as I walked back to the cave picking up my polearm it disapparated in my hand. I kept walking through the cave carefully carrying out every single elf body I could find, bringing them to the main cave. Lining them up, side by side neatly, I pulled out a yellow piece of paper and made a cut on my finger as I wrote with my blood once done, I put it in the middle of the pile and left the cave.

By the time I walked out, the cave shone with a gold shine. What Celebrían could see is a figure with hair darker than night, and a dress? A very long outfit with sleeves just as long walking out of the cave that seems to be glowing, are they a Maiar? They must be in order to have that speed and accuracy. Then she fainted.

I managed to catch the Elleth just as she nearly slipped off my horse, jumping onto it we began riding in the direction of Rivendell. With the Elleth against my chest, I whispered for my mare to go faster, although the Elleth didn’t sustain any severe injuries I don’t know if her mind could take it if I arrived any later. Not happy that the fastest time we could reach Rivendell was around midnight, I caved in, pulled out another black hat with a veil over it put it on and teleported us to right outside of Rivendell.

“I AM IN NEED OF A HEALER” I yelled as I entered the valley, coming off my horse I gently carried the Elleth off as a hoard of elves surrounded me. “I am in need of a healer,” I said again not happy that I was surrounded.

“My lady” shouted a voice above the staircase, a young Ellon called me out. I walked up to him, “Please my lady follow me, and I will take you to the healing wings” I nodded as I followed him.

Once I was there with the Ellon I placed the Elleth on the bed. “Do you hav-” and the door swung open in strutted… Elrond?

The two of us looked at each other, and he spoke “Lindir please leave the room” The young Ellon left the room, and I took my hat off.

“What an unexpected place to meet you, Elrond” I looked down at the Elleth “Check her first, I found her trapped in an orc-infested cave, she didn’t sustain any severe injuries, but I haven’t checked her full body yet.”

Elrond looked down at the Elleth in such heartbreaking eyes, as he began his checkup.

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“I have to thank you, ammë, for saving her” Elrond has finished checking up on the Elleth, or should I call her Celebrían.

“No need for thank you, she is lucky I happened to stumble upon that cave or else the worst might happen to her.” Both of us are seated next to Celebrían, watching her pale face finally having some colour returned to it. Pulling a box out of my sleeve I gave it to Elrond, “Here is a box of incense, one that can keep away bed memories and dreams and help people to sleep”

Elrond hasn’t changed much, other than a few streaks of white hair due to stress.

“How long have I been away?” I asked curiously

“For about the entire second age.”

I blinked, shocked but also not so shocked “So, what happened during this age I missed?” Elrond went through most things, Saroun rising again, many wars happened, Celebrimbor’s death and Saroun’s betrayal of Celebrimbor and other matters.

But I stayed on the death of Celebrimbor, oh the sweet child Tyelpë. “He died?” I confirmed with Elrond.

“Oh, poor sweet Tyelpë, I remember meeting him the first time, I could scoop him up in my arms and he would always look so fascinated at the jewels I wore because there were ones he had not seen.” My voice so solemn, “I remember during the first age after I resurrected Fëanor, the three (Fëanor, Curufin and Tyelpë) would spend hours going through my jewellery box asking me all the questions about the jewellery that was in there.”

I closed my eyes and leaned back into my chair. “My poor boy, he didn’t deserve that.” I sniffled and got up, turning away from him “Sorry Elrond, I’m gonna need some time to accept that” Putting my hat back on I walked out of the room slipping right past a set of twins and a golden hair elf.

It was the afternoon by the time I got out of the main house in Rivendell, Lindir was nice enough to lead me to the private gardens of Elrond. I was almost a complete replica of my back garden in my mansion during the first age in the sunken land of Beleriand. The pond filled with waterlilies and pavilions surrounded that garden giving it ultimate serenity. Seating on the railing at one of the pavilions near the pond I took my hat off, the sunset gave the garden a feeling of warmth, but I am still hanging upon the death of Tyelpë. Pulling out a gold hairpin with a spider lily on the end made with gold and reddest of rubies I caressed it, the first gift Tyelpë gave to me as a thank you for allowing him to study my other jewels.

The rubies glimmered under the sun, as I grabbed a section of my hair and pinned it up with the hairpin.  

“Come out” I called to the 3 not so good sneaking elves.

Three black hair elves stepped forward, very neatly next to me in the pavilion. “Has your father not taught you that it is unacceptable to spy on a woman?” I scolded the three.

“We were just curious about who you are and how you rescued ammë” said the one in the middle, all are looking down embarrassed that they were caught.

“Your Elrond’s children”

“Yes”

“Not only is he married but he had kids as well!”

“Yeah” one of them meek. I stood up and studied the three, very intensely like I was going to burn a hole through their face.

“Oh, my you are.” I said I touched the twin's face “You two look just like Elrond and Elros when they were younger.” And turned to the only daughter to the right “and you look just like her.” Dark hair almost as if it's sparkling and grey eyes, oh god she looks so similar to Lúthien.

“Wait would that make me your haruni?”

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and a cliffhanger ( ‘• ω • `) done on purpose.

Hope yall enjoyed this cause I definitely had a whale of a time writing it, here are some reference photos for Hong Chen's house, hanfu, hairpin, garden and the pavilion. (there are image descriptions, do read them, pls)

The first three are Hong Chen hanfu's all have a sorta outer jacket for her to take off and wrapped around Celebrían

The final 4 are what Elrond's personal garden looks like

[kat-writes]

I took all my old Wattpad fanfictions and posted them again to Archive. Ehe.

[two-white-butterflies]

the butterfly and the tree | thranduil

Description: Theradis has always been fascinated with the rivers and rocks, cursed with the burden of foresight. This is the story of Thranduil's doomed queen.

Warning: Angst. Slight OC x Annatar if u catch my drift.

Word Count: <5k

A/N: A longer version of my fic 'Cassandra' and 'How Long' this fails the reverse bechdel test. canon diveregent ik but we do it for the plot.

There were things in the darkness that remained unseen. A darkness has been plaguing Theradis’s dreams, it watched her; watched the events unfold, but remained silent. When she was younger, the dreams were tame – one of her brothers breaking their mother’s favorite vase or her sister scraping her knees while running down the halls. 

As she grew accustomed to the darkness, the dreams turned grim. 

It played in her head repeatedly: Greenwood marred by darkness, and the elves fleeing to Valinor. It left her haunted. 

“My child,” her father places a hand on her shoulder, he knew the burden of foresight too well. “Darling,” he whispered again, seeing tears gather in the corners of her eyes.

Despite his attempts in reviving her from the drown, her trance does not break. Theradis remains inside of her dreams. Father’s eyebrows merged together, able to see both fear and sadness in her features. Theradis – Luthien incarnate, and in tears. “Does she wake?” Elladan breaks the silence, both father and son share a knowing glance. 

This has been a common occurrence in the household. When the moon is at its peak, and the members of House Elrond are in deep sleep – Theradis wakes, and dreams of the future. “Return to your room, my son. There are things that should be beyond your concern,” Elrond forces a smile on his face, but it does not reach his eyes. 

A sigh escapes the younger twin’s mouth. 

Theradis will always be his concern. His older sister, who had a gentle disposition and a kind smile. He takes a step forward, sitting beside the plump pillows that surrounded Theradis' body. The mattress shifts to accommodate their shared weight. “When the rain comes we’ll prepare barrels, but do not forsake the sun.” He pleaded, reaching for her clenched fists. 

He unclenches them gently. It hurt him to see her like this, haunted by the inevitable, a future that she has no control in. 

Almost instantly, her eyes open. 

Father tries to calm her from the drown, but it is clear in her features that she is haunted. “Theradis,” Elrond repeats her elvish name. She takes ragged breaths,  playing with the hems of her nightgown. She tries to speak but neither a croak or a whisper comes out of her mouth. The darkness was preventing her from speaking – preventing her from unfolding the future. 

She claws at her forearm, tears flowing out of her eyes. 

“Naneth,” she forces herself to whisper. 

Soon after the prophecy, Lord Elrond called for all of his soldiers to follow the path that Lady Celebrian traveled on. Elladan and Elrohir tried to ask her questions, but the words refused to escape her mouth. 

She tried to speak, tried to open her mouth – but no sound wanted to escape. She was a prisoner in her own mind – aware of what was to come, yet unable to do anything about it. Everywhere she went, every warning that she was able to muster out, it was useless, for she already found herself there. 

Lady Galadriel entered her chambers, a light aura following after her. “Theradis,” Galadriel’s voice echoes throughout the closed chambers. “- you must fight against the darkness, you must tell us where your naneth is.” She added, her eyes focused on her granddaughter. 

Theradis knew exactly where Celebrian was, but she could not say. 

“I,” the younger elleth opened her mouth to speak, but all breath exited her lungs. Eru Illuvatar, why give me the strength to see the future, if you will not let me save the one that I love the most? “I cannot begin to imagine the sadness that you feel, there is a reason that the Valar make you unable to say, but as your grandmother – I beg of you.” Galadriel breathes. 

Galadriel cannot stomach the thought of her daughter sitting inside of a damp cell, starving and stolen the right to bask in the warmth of the sun. All her sufferings, her tryst with Halbrand, the loss of her family – it will all be for nothing if her daughter is unsafe. 

“I want nothing more than to tell you, but every time I do – all breath is robbed of my lungs.” Theradis cried, her hands on her chest. She grabs her grandmother’s forearm. “Please make it stop.” She begged, seeing the visions flash through her head in uncontrollable flashing lights of torture. 

Galadriel silences her with an embrace. 

A month later, Elladan and Elrohir arrived in Rivendell – both carrying the shell of their mother. All remnants of self control evades Theradis’s body, she traps herself inside of her room – not allowing anyone to enter. One night, Lord Celeborn is able to slip through – due to her forgetting to lock the door. 

“It is not your fault,” he says, the only thing that she wanted to hear. “Celebrian will heal, and all will be fixed.” He adds, but they both know that it isn’t the truth. She burrows deeper into the warm floral sheets. “There are scars that cannot be healed here,” her voice is partly muffled by the sheets. 

Celeborn does not reply. 

She removes the sheets that cover her head, meeting the eyes of her grandfather. She sees the same fear and sadness behind his eyes, his pain is unfathomable. What does it feel to lose a child? Unbearable torture, is the only appropriate reply. To raise someone for thousands of years, only for an unworthy hand to pry them away from your hands, is disrespect. 

The following day, mother left for the Grey Havens. She didn’t leave any letters, but Lady Galadriel says that she visited the children’s chambers in the middle of the night – pressing a kiss to their foreheads, and she left. Father escorted her to the shores, and it will be a long time until any of them are able to follow. 

“You must eat.” Lady Galadriel encourages, her voice filled with tenderness. Theradis’s eyebrows merged together, memories of her mother’s imprisonment – and her appetite was ruined for years to come. “I’d rather not,” Theradis responds sharply. 

It would be easier if these dreams left her line of thought, but it is impossible. These dreams have been plaguing her sleep, until the very thought of sleeping made her want to vomit. “You must learn,” Celeborn says – his tone mirroring her sharpness. The others were treating Theradis like a babe, customizing every movement so as to not cause her sadness, but Theradis needed to learn. She needed to tolerate her dreams, it is the only way. 

“You don’t understand, adadar.” She whispers, keeping her eyes on the tablecloth. Every child thinks of their parents as indestructible, to see Celebrian in that manner – it broke her. “In any society there must be tolerance, you must tolerate your dreams, only then will you survive.” Celeborn’s voice turns rigid, a reminder of his past. 

His granddaughter needed to learn how to tolerate madness, it is what he has been doing all of these years. Shaking hands with the Noldor, shaking hands with the descendants of Feanor – even when they are the cause of his family’s demise.

“I wish I could tell you that it will get better, but it will not. Life is filled with tragedies, Theradis. Luckily, we are elves and have the opportunity to go to the Grey Havens. Your mother is healed, there is no sorrow in her. When will you heal, Theradis? Will we lose you to the Grey Havens too?” He inquired. 

Theradis begins to understand. 

“I’m sorry for refusing to eat dinner, adadar.” Theradis apologizes. “I blame myself for naneth’s departure, I should have fought against the darkness. I've been victim of it far too long, falling into the illusion of Annatar, and now the dreams.” She whispers, her voice always sounded like a whisper – like a little mouse suddenly gaining the ability to speak. “You are strong, but there are things that you are yet to learn.” Celeborn says in a gentler tone now. 

She takes a deep breath. 

“I often ask Illuvatar why he gave me this gift, I am not the strongest of my siblings – nor am I anything like my father.” She admits, always insecure about her capabilities. “You remind me of Luthien, my child.” Celeborn remembers. 

His cousin from so long ago. 

“Luthien was able to bring the Dark Lord to his knees,” he chuckles at the memory. “Then I am nothing like her then, for I am unable to even open my mouth and reveal the location of naneth.” She breathes, not seeking approval but stating the obvious. “You look like her in some lights, she was exactly like you when we were elflings. Her nose was up in some book, refusing to participate in her father’s council until her thousandth name-day, where she finally was interested in the workings of King Thingol’s court. She would have made a wonderful Queen, but alas – she is for Beren.” Celeborn smiles bitterly. 

Doomed and blessed Luthien. 

“This meekness and gentleness of yours is not a bad trait. Do not blame yourself. I doubt that even if you had the ability to tell, that it would change anything in the future.” He comforts. He’d do anything to lift the boulder of foresight from his granddaughter. 

“What a troubled life I must lead, then.” Her eyebrows relaxed. 

“Come with us to Lothlorien, your grandmother will cast an enchantment – you won’t be able to remember those wicked dreams.” He suggested. 

Lord Celeborn was right! 

Lothlorien filled her with tranquility, a feeling of safety that she had previously lost. It felt like a warm blanket, a mother’s embrace, protecting her from the fall. “Thank you for letting me stay here, nananeth.” Theradis smiles, feeling warmth enter her body. “Lothlorien is your home too,” Lady Galadriel answers. 

Happiness was beginning to return, starting from her stomach – to her shoulders – to her cheeks, the warmth invading her cold. “- you must rest, it has been a long journey.” Galadriel covers the younger elleth’s body with a blanket, mirroring their routine from when she was an elfling. “The dreams?” Theradis inquires, as it has been nagging her for a while now. 

“They will not bother you,” Galadriel asserts, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Goodnight,” Theradis whispered – closing her eyes and falling into deep sleep before her grandmother could reply. 

“Look at them, they are precious.” Her husband muses. 

Erynlas and Legolas, the twins. 

Erynlas inherited her mother’s raven-black hair, and her striking resemblance to Luthien. Legolas, however, inherited his father’s looks – although his mother’s gentle disposition. “A perfect mixture of us,” Theradis smiles, feeling her husband press a kiss to her neck, inhaling her scent of roses. “They are the better versions of us, meleth.” Thranduil breathes. 

As if she is aware that this is a dream, Theradis turns around – meeting his amber hues. He has a perfect face, and both masculine and feminine features. He is beautiful. He looks like everything that she has ever desired, and in her heart – she could feel love. A love that does ask, or get jealous – but exists because it can, because it is second nature. 

“Theradis,” he whispers her name like it is his breath. “- is all well?” he inquires, and she reaches for his cheeks - cupping it with her cold palms. “Yes.” she answers with a smile. 

What more could she ask for? 

A few decades later, her dream came true – and a man by the name of Thranduil arrived in Lothlorien, for reasons that she does know. All that she could remember was that she loves him, and has been waiting for him for all her life. “You are fascinated with nature?” Thranduil inquires, seeing her sitting on the riverbank – inspecting rocks and watching the river bend. 

“I have always been,” she replied, patting the empty space beside her, inviting him to sit. Thranduil wonders if this is what Beren felt when meeting Luthien, entranced by Theradis’ blue gown, her hair moving to the power of the wind. More akin to Yavanna than elf or men. “- I’ve always dreamed of visiting Greenwood. It must feel good to live in a place where nature is unmarred by war,” she ponders placing the rock down and reaching for a caterpillar. 

“It is indescribable, my lady.” He finds that he cannot take his eyes off her. “My grandfather visited once and he says that it reminds him of the first age, where everything was good, I assume.” She made an assumption, causing a chuckle. 

Her eyebrows merged together, “Have I done something?” she asks and he shakes his head. “I would prefer to live in this age instead of the First,” he admits. His naneth was still alive then, but the gruesome torture – the fall of kingdoms. It was too much to bear, and he would rather live in solitude in Greenwood than face that again. 

“The Valar were in this world, you could feel their fea in every rock and tree, but there was also carnage. Melkor seeking​​ to tear our realm asunder. I find peace now, I believe.” He confesses, the first time that he has told anyone about this. 

Behind Theradis’ eyes, he could see kindness – she was the type of elleth who had no meanness, or jealousy. Theradis is good, and Thranduil has spent a lot of time with people to understand their nature. “I feel happy for you…?” she pauses waiting for him to reveal his name, although she already knows. “Thranduil,” he smiles, shaking her hand. 

“I am Theradis, daughter of Elrond.” She introduces herself. 

He takes a look at the caterpillar that she is holding, “She will turn into a butterfly soon. A big blue butterfly.” He informs. “Really?” She asks, happiness flooding her features. “Yes, when they are at that size, it will only take another day for them to make cocoons.” He explains, moving a bit closer until he could see the caterpillar closely. 

“If I could be any other creature, I would be a butterfly.” She admits. 

“They only live for a day,” Thranduil frowns. 

“What a glorious day to be alive.” She breathes. 

She tilts her head, meeting his eyes. “What animal would you be, Thranduil?” She questions her first time uttering his name yet it felt normal. “I would not be an animal. I would be a tree, watching as everything grows – a wise mind that shall live forever.” He answers. 

“Oh, how different we are.” She observes. Theradis wanted to live for one glorious day, while Thranduil wanted to live forever – unchanged, unmarred, but wise. “That is not such a bad thing, my lady.” He responds, and thus begins their friendship. 

Theradis looked lovely in all the lights, each time that he glances at her, he finds himself taken aback by her beauty. “The trades between our kingdoms will be for the betterment of both realms,” Lady Galadriel explains – oblivious to the Prince unable to pay attention to her words. For he was staring at the lovely Theradis. “ – I hope that we find a middle ground, my prince. Lothlorien needs the fruits, and your kingdom needs grains.” Galadriel breathes, only beginning to realize that the person that she was talking to was not paying attention. 

She turns around to look at the object of his attention, and to her surprise, he sees her looking at Theradis. A sigh escapes her mouth. “My prince,” she says much louder. “Lady Galadriel,” the man responds, mouth dripping with respect. “I hope that you convince your father to approve trading between our kingdoms.” Galadriel put it in simpler terms. 

“Yes, my lady. I will make sure of it,” he promises. 

Thranduil places a hat on Theradis’ head. 

“Where did you find this?” She takes the hat off her head, holding it with the tips of her fingers – lest it come from somewhere disgusting. “On the ground,” he responds while nestling on the bottom of the tree branch beside her. “On the ground?” She raises an eyebrow. 

Thranduil was a peculiar fellow, he seemed to reach levels of crazy that she herself is unable to reach. “It’s yours now,” he said and a chuckle escaped her mouth. “What if the owner accuses me of stealing this hat?” She queries, placing the hat on the ground. “I asked around and no one claimed it. Celeborn says that I should keep it, but it is unkingly to wear a hat.” Thranduil plays with the tips of Theradis’ hair. “- but you are not a king, and this hat is wet.” She rolls her eyes. 

“It came from me! You are disgusted with me.” He accused. 

“Yes, I’ve seen you eat something that fell on the ground.” She points out. 

“Not on the ground, on the table and it was an orange. An orange that still had a peel on.” He argues with a smile. “Peel or without a peel, I’m not wearing that hat.” She crosses her arms in a huff. “I’ll give it to someone else more thankful,” he taunts. 

“I don’t care.” 

“You don’t care?” 

“Not a single bit.” 

“Pfft,” 

“Pfft.” 

“Fine,” he rolls his eyes. 

“Fine,” she teases. 

“I’ve not heard the sound of a harp for a long time,” Theradis admits, sitting on the ground beside Thranduil. He was playing with his harp, allowing the soft music to fill the garden with tranquility. “Really? It must be horrible living in silence,” He teases. 

He freezes only when he sees that look in her eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes and she forces a smile on her face. “My mother liked playing instruments. I assume that is where my aversion comes from.” She tells, and he remembers the story of Celebrian’s abduction. Theradis is her daughter, and the pain of losing a mother – is a pain that he knows well. “I cannot remember her, I’ve forced myself to forget.” She continues. 

It was a horrible thing indeed, to forsake the good memories just to forget the bad ones. “I lost my mother to the war, and until now I cannot bear to look at her portraits.” His lips pressed into a thin line. “- there will be a day where we long for our mother’s warmths,” She adds. 

“And we will receive it in due time.” Thranduil’s hand rests on the arch of his harp. “Would you like to learn how to play the harp?” he suggests, and she answers with a nod.

They were wedded a few years later, in the light of Greenwood with their families as a witness. Their marriage was special – for now the branches of Elrond and Oropher were united. A marriage of love – love that allowed them to just be. 

“You know how singers sing other singer’s songs?” Theradis says, and he smiles. “Sounds like a tongue twister,” he mumbles – burrowing deeper into her embrace. “Yep, but what if writers had the chance to write other writer’s books but in their own words.” She states, always able to bring the most unique level of thoughts. 

“Like, translators?” He grins, and she rolls her eyes. 

“I hate you,” she groans. 

He places a hand on her stomach, “Yes, you hate me so much that you have allowed your stomach to swell with a child.” He teases, their love not mellowing to the tune of time. “Not like translators, but remember that poem that Glorfindel wrote with a really good idea.” She reminds and he nods. “The Lament of Winter?” He squints, barely remembering the poem. “Yeah, he made really good points but the words that he used were … juvenile?” She struggles to find the right term to describe it. 

Yes, Glorfindel has spent a substantial amount of time complaining about that poem. “He says that if anyone else were to write that poem, they would deliver the message better.” She recites his words verbatim, and Thranduil agrees. “What are we talking about?” He chuckles, walking between a thin line of sleep and consciousness. 

She giggles, “I don’t know – random thoughts?” 

“Speaking of random thoughts, you were mumbling something in your sleep last night.” Thranduil remembers, and her eyebrows merged together, having long forfeited the ability to remember her dreams. “Is there something that requires my attention? Are those dreams bothering you again?” He asks, his voice gentle and filled with love. 

“Speaking of random thoughts, you were mumbling something in your sleep last night.” Thranduil remembers, and her eyebrows merged together, having long forfeited the ability to remember her dreams. “Is there something that requires my attention? Are those dreams bothering you again?” He asks, his voice gentle and filled with love. 

“I have long forfeited my ability of foresight, meleth. I cannot remember any dream.” She confirms, and his face momentarily relaxes. “But you’ve earned my curiosity, what was it that I was talking about?” She asks, he pulls her body closer – allowing his warm body to bring fire to her cold one. “You said that we’d have twins, a boy and a girl.” He informs. 

“What a wonderful blessing it would be then,” she smiles, and he presses a kiss to her forehead. “Indeed,” he agreed. 

And her dreams were right, again. 

Theradis gave birth to twins: Erynlas and Legolas. 

In her dreams, she saw their faces clearly – Erynlas’ inheriting her features and Legolas inheriting his father’s. For a moment, everything was well. There was nothing in this world that could stop their golden family, there was nothing in this world unreachable to them as scions of both Lady Theradis and Prince Thranduil. 

“She looks exactly like you, my child.” Lord Elrond smiles, seeing his own eyes stare right back at him – through Erynlas. “It may seem that way but she’s inherited her father’s disposition, it is a good thing that Legolas is calm, always sleeping, else we’d lose our heads trying to keep both of them in tact.” Theradis breathes, watching Erynlas play with her grandfather’s gold-encrusted robes. 

“Remember your brothers?” Elrond reminds, and she answers with a laugh. 

“I’m thankful that my twins are nothing like them, I never understood how you were able to do it.” She remarks, her parents were undoubtedly strong. “Nana,” Theradis cooes, walking towards her mother’s direction, “Yes!” Legolas answers. “Yes yes yes,” Legolas babbled. 

Yes, was Legolas’ first word – something that Thranduil did not appreciate. (Erynlas’ first word was Naneth) but Theradis promises that their third child’s first word would be Ada. Both of her twins were in her arms now, talking to each other in a language that only they could understand. “You were right, Ada. In all of it.” Theradis smiles. 

Life did not end the day that her mother died, nor did it end when her dreams became uncontrollable. Her life began again, with her husband and her twins. 

“You were dreaming last night.” Thranduil wraps his arms around her, filling her body with warmth. “You were mumbling words that I could not fathom, none except the word ‘no.’ I am worried, meleth.” He reports, concern evident in his features. It was clear that her dreams were born from something sinister, and as her husband it was his duty to protect her. 

She tries to remember the dream, but it is no use. 

A familiar tightness returns to her chest, constricting her lungs and preventing her to speak. “What if something were to happen upon us?” She asks a question of fear. She feared for her children, what if something were to happen to them? “I will not allow that,” Thranduil insists. “- I will add more guards. I will ensure that every movement of our family is monitored closely.” He took active actions against the inevitable. 

She reaches for his arms, pulling his body closer until she meets his eyes. “If I have dreamed about it then nothing can prevent it.” She whispers. She has tried to change the future a thousand times, to no avail – for when it is written upon stone, no water can erase its mark. “When it comes between the future and my family, I will exhaust all options to prolong danger.” Her husband promised, and she believes him. Thranduil would move the very mountains, if it meant keeping his family safe. 

That is love.

The dreaded day has come. 

Theradis awakened in the middle of the night, she lifted the covers off her body. She frowns, not seeing her husband inside of the room, so she decides to visit her children’s chambers. A groan escapes her mouth, feeling a horrible headache form at the back of her head. Could this be? She asks herself. 

Is this another one of her dreams? 

She walks through the empty hallway, seeing no guards in their posts. Matter of fact, there wasn’t anyone in the entire wing. “Hello?” Her voice echoes through the halls, but she is greeted with an eerie silence. 

She takes a mammoth stride towards her children’s chambers. A million thoughts ran through her head, they could be hurt – or starving – or crying – or getting bitten by ants. All the worst possible scenarios brushed through her head, and a sigh of relief exited her mouth when she saw them sleeping soundly. 

She presses a kiss to their foreheads. 

A mother’s anxiety, she tells herself. It is normal, she reminds. 

If this was a dream, then it was a pleasant one. 

But she should not have spoken too soon, because a second later a dagger was pressed to her neck. Her eyes trail away from her daughter’s sleeping body, and to the attacker. He had long brown hair that reached his shoulders, blue piercing eyes, and a face filled with scars. 

“Who are you?” She asks, glaring at him with the intensity of a thousand stars. “I have many names,” he answered. “You are a man, you should not be here.” She tries to warn him. A man is no match for Theradis, a seasoned warrior. “You do look like her in some lights,” the man mused – still unwilling to reveal his true identity. 

“What is it that you require?” She places a hand on his dagger, carefully directing it away from her face but in a swift move – the man cuts her cheek, allowing the blood to trickle down her face. “Still as beautiful as the day I left.” The man adds. 

A gasp escapes her mouth. 

“You may leave, Theradis of Lindon. My arrival here is not for you.” The man’s grip on her arm does not soften. This scene has already played before, in her dreams but she cannot remember, no matter how hard she tries. “Your arrival is for nothing, for I would rather die than surrender my children to you, Gorthaur.” She breathes, remembering bits and pieces of her dreams now. 

Gorthaur lifts his hand and suddenly all fades to black.

Annatar was addicted to her presence, not because of love – no. 

Every time he lays his eyes on her, a grand orchestra plays, akin to the orchestra of Illuvatar creating the world. Theradis has so much light inside of her, it reminded him of his home. It tempted him in ways that would lead to the world’s ruin. Is this what Melkor felt when he laid his eyes on Mairon? The deliciousness of innocence, and the temptation to ruin all of it. 

“Walking amidst starlight,” Annatar hums, his eyes not taking a second off hers. 

“Your compliments do nothing to dissuade my grievances,” Theradis taunts, reminding him of the time that he ditched their meetings in favor of meeting with Celebrimbor. “Allow me to make it up to you,” his eyebrows merge together mockingly pleading with her. “Why do you know so much of this world? I’ve always wondered why you are so informed with dealing with matters of nature and geology,” she asked out of the blue. 

Although, it was with reason – as she could not keep up with the other elf’s banter. 

“I am an emissary of the Valar, and I have spent the majority of my life studying the happenings of this world. There is a vast amount of knowledge stored in the back of my head, and I am willing to share it with you, as my scholar.” As my wife. As my servant. 

“The Valar has always kept to themselves. Sometimes, I feel as if they are slowly beginning to take away the magic of this earth, piece by piece. Since the departure of Melian, since the mortality of Luthien – great sorrow has washed upon these shores.” Theradis laments. 

His hands snake down her waist, oblivious to the audience watching them. 

“There is great sadness in this world,” he repeats a phrase previously uttered by his master. A phrase that began his defiance, his rejection of Illuvatar’s music. “I was born to serve the Valar,” he lies – but he does it so that she’d begin to understand his side. 

He twirls her around again, their bodies pressing close to each other. 

“I’ve bared witness to them, watched them create animals and plants – and everything that covers our world. I’ve also watched them create discord, injustice, and pain.” He rambled, staring deep into her eyes – reading her mind like an open book, softening her resolve.

“I’ve thought to myself sometimes, are these the people we worship? Imperfect gods who refuse to blink an eye when entire populations are genocided, when children are pried away from their mother’s hands? I think I would like it better if they never existed, then, I’ll only have myself to blame when something goes wrong.” He chuckles, her eyebrows merge together. 

“We cannot measure their goodness or badness in measurements of elf and men.” Theradis breathes, but she is starting to believe his words. “It would be hard to blame them if we didn’t,” Annatar responds with a deep breath. When Melkor tortured him, corrupted his soul, the Valar did nothing, Eru Illuvatar did nothing. He wonders if they ate, and drank, and fucked while he was in agonizing pain. He wonders if they blame him for the corruption. 

His power wanes. 

Theradis pulls on his collar. 

Pulling his face closer to hers so that he’d be the only one listening in to their conversation. “Are you truly an emissary of the Valar, Annatar? I'm beginning to believe that you are not. ” She interrogates. 

Theradis opens her eyes to a battlefield. She sees the entire field engulfed in flames, but something shines against the darkness. "Erynlas," she whispers. She was holding the ring in her hands.

But even the ring corrupts the kindest of minds.

"You must take it Frodo," Erynlas opens her mouth and the hobbit nods. "Destroy it," she insists raising a hand and using her powers to fend off the darkness, to fend of Sauron's darkness.

She is his doom. One of the reasons of his fall. That is why he is here.

She wakes up minutes after his enchantment, a mother's love breaking even the tightest of spells. "Annatar." She exhales seeing him lift his dagger but she stops him with a hand. He was weaker in this form, easier to fend off. "She is your doom, I have foreseen it." Theradis states.

He pushes her away, this time his dagger on her neck. Mayhaps, he was beginning to realize that nothing could prevent his fall, and thus decided to aim his anger at her. He takes on another form - from human, he turns into a face that she knows well. Annatar.

She's beginning to realize his resemblance to her husband. Did he use that as a means to control her?

"You are not the only one burdened with foresight, vilvarin." He presses it closer to her jugular, until Theradis had to stop breathing - in fear of death. "I would have stopped at nothing until the entire world has bent to the light of its queen, but you have forsaken me. And that creature from your very womb shall be my doom," he yells.

"It will change nothing." she whispers.

It will change nothing.

[heilith]

Cringe, cringe, cringe. Not sure I should edit it and pick it up of just delete it.

Odd Twin Out.

Well, what can I say. This fanfic was started 6 years ago, and what you will read now was written then. There’s a copy of it posted on Fanfiction.net. Unfortunately, certain health issues didn’t let me pick it up, but now I want to. It’s Elladan and Elrohir (focused on Elrohir, because there had to be an Elladan one to follow), a third-person OC, it’s multi-chaptered, it’s sappy, it’s probably awful. 6 years ago, remember? Nevertheless, I have a very clear idea of  where I’m going to, and I hope to arrive there. :) 

Warnings: mentioning violence, blood, injuries. 

And…On we go. :) The next chapter up in a couple of minutes.

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[soralinklokidottirofmirkwood]

Little warrior: Uncle Thranduil x baby niece reader x big cousin Legolas.

Age: newborn reader Chan is Thranduil's infant niece and Legolas kid cousin. She's a baby in elf years. Her parents died in battle from protecting their kingdom and since Thranduil and Legolas are her only living relatives they take her in. I am a sucker for Middle Earth x young reader/oc fics.

King Thranduil and his son Prince Legolas are both shocked to see an infant only a month old sleeping in Elrond's arms with a chubby hand gripping his robe.

She had pure starlight hair and fair skin.

She was the splitting image of her late mother and late grandmother.

Thranduil and Legolas couldn't help but stare at the newborn elf until she made a small noise and opened her eyes to reveal midnight blue eyes that were big enough to cover her little face.

Her innocence was enough to make even Sauron himself explode, she cooed curiously at her surroundings but she began to whimper "I think she knows we're not her parents and that this isn't her home." Legolas said fearfully as Elrond tried to calm the little elf girl down "Give her here Elrond." Thranduil said taking the elfling in his arms and gently shushing her in Sindarin like he did with his sister, your late mother when she was a baby.

Your whimpers turn into small hiccups as you looked at the ellon holding you and speaking in Sindarin calming you down "I can't believe my little sister had a child but didn't tell me." Thranduil said still looking down at you while you're sucking your thumb making Elrond shake his head "Y/N please don't do that penneth." He said taking your thumb out of your mouth and putting in a pacifier instead.

It was soothing you and making you fall back asleep in your new uncles arms "She will stay here in Mirkwood." Thranduil said still holding you hearing your soft snores and squeaks.

2 months later:

Your in a sling cloth that your cousin had wrapped around himself to put you in so he can keep you close to him while he trained and his father was in a meeting that didn't allow children so you were stuck with Legolas until the meeting finished.

You watch the arrow zoom and hit the target dead center making you coo curiously "I'll teach you how to shoot when you're a little older little warrior." Legolas said patting your fuzzy head until a voice spoke "why not teach her now." Elladan said as he shot at the target Legolas shot splitting the arrow "Really?" Legolas asked "I can do better then that." Elrohir said walking up and shooting his own arrow splitting Elladan's arrow making you clap your chubby hands "See she likes me better. I am the oldest after all!" Elrohir said patting your fuzzy head.

That made Legolas and Elladan jealous "She likes me better, I'm taller." Elladan said "No me. I'm her older cousin after all!" Legolas shot back.

The three young adult elves began bickering back and forth like angry wargs when a voice was heard "Ummm. Am I interrupting something?" Glorfindel asked "Glorf! Good timing hold Y/N for me." Legolas said giving you to the even older elf who is quite pleased "Well hello little one." He said tickling your stomach earning squeals from you.

An hour later:

Thranduil and Elrond both stood in front of their sons with disapproving looks on their faces while their sons stood there with sheepish looks on their bruised faces with you being held by Glorfindel who stood there watching while you played with his honey blond ringlets.

After the meeting ended Elrond and Thranduil decided to see how the boys were doing in training when they saw Legolas and the twins Rough housing and bickering over who you liked better.

Though they found it amusing they saw the elves from the meeting staring with some snickering and others shaking their heads, Thranduil getting annoyed with the bickering decided to end it "Boys." He said loud and clear making them stop and look up "Adar! King Thranduil! Your out early." Elrohir said scratching the back of his neck earning a scolding look from Elrond "We can't even leave you lot with a baby." Thranduil said taking you from Glorfindel as your squealing and cooing at him making him smile "I take it that you enjoyed the boys show little Warrior?" The king asked as you cooed up at him making him chuckle "I'll take that as a yes." He said as he and Elrond walked back to the palace  leaving behind Glorfindel and the boys who all stood behind “She likes Adar more.” Legolas squeaked out.

[eunoiaastralwings]

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

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

pairing elves x reader (separate)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Dear Anon Who Requested An Elladan x OFC Reader fic,

Your wonderfully written and oh so polite and gracious request really made my day! I am still getting out of vacation mode and back to regular business this week, but your Ask was such a lovely message to read and be motivated by.

I would be honored to write your fic request, and hopefully do justice to the story idea you came up with! It sounds so intriguing with a lot of potential, and the way you already thought certain details out tells me this means a lot to you. I'm flattered you came to me with it. ☺️🥰

Here's what might surprise you... although I have not posted a single thing about the Peredhel Twins in my blog so far, I actually DID write an Elladan x OFC fic many years ago, when I was a baby writer. It was never completed and actually wasn't very good (I was still learning), so I'm not even gonna speak more of it. Somehow, you made a good wild guess that I did have a bit of a crush on Elladan back in the day! I'm sure I can draw on that again to write your request. ❤️ Knowing me, this request might just become a multi-part fic.

I will probably even throw in one or two of my OC Mirkwood princes, the eldest three, who would have been friends with the young twins during the timeframe you are requesting. They would just be side characters, of course, as Elladan would be the main focus.

In case you feel like responding to this message (via another ask), let me ask your opinion: which of these two gentlemen do you prefer for Elladan? (assuming either of them work for you). Richard Madden and Sebastian Stan look so much alike and are both so beautiful... they are my personal favorites to fancast as Elrond's sons.

Sorry if this is an odd question... I pretty much have to fancast every non-movie canon I write for, since I'm the type of writer that needs solid visuals in my head.

Anon's opinion and preference rules above all else, but I'm curious to see what everyone else thinks!

Anyway, I'm cooking up ideas for Chapter 1 in my head already, and hopefully, I can have something for you soon. 😉 Thank you again for your kind words and your trust in sending me this Ask!

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Fluffuary 2023 Day 8: Midnight Talks- Elladan x OC

Elladan x Netra

Description: With the Elves leaving for Valinor, Elladan must make a decision of whether he wants to go with his family or stay with Netra.

Word Count: 1.5k

Challenge made by the lovely @darthglitterfanfiction

The Age of Elves was finally coming to an end. After the destruction of the One Ring, the power of the Three Rings of the Elves had all but ended, making way for the Age of Man. So, while Middle Earth began to heal and regrow, the last of the Elves were packing and preparing to leave for Valinor. 

Lord Elrond and his family, being Elves, were granted passage to the Undying Lands. His wife Iris, despite not being an Elf, was even allowed to go as well. After Celebrian’s unfortunate passing while still in Middle Earth, it left an empty spot in Valinor that allowed her to enter. So, they were part of the Elves that were preparing to leave along with their children. This, however, posed a problem to their oldest son, Elladan. 

Elladan had had the misfortune of falling in love with Netra (though ‘misfortune’ wasn’t quite the word he would use). They truly believed that they were soulmates, and anyone who looked at them could see it too. After the One Ring was destroyed, they were finally reunited, and they’d been living happily in Rivendell ever since. Now, onto the problem: Netra was not an Elf. She was still a mortal human, which meant she couldn’t go. Even if she was allowed, there were no spare places for her. That meant that Elladan had to make a decision: stay in Middle Earth with the love of his life or go to Valinor with the rest of his family. 

The dilemma weighed heavily on both of them. It was a difficult decision for Elladan as he had to decide between two of the most important things in his life. A life of peace with his family for eternity, or a mortal life with the love of his life. 

Netra, meanwhile, was wracked with guilt. She hated that it was because of her that Elladan had to make a decision. On one hand, she wanted to urge Elladan to go with his family and find happiness in Valinor, where he could be amongst his kind. And on the other hand, the very thought of being parted from him made her want to die. As much as she hated to admit it, there was a part of her deep inside that just didn’t know if she could part from him. There were several times that she was filled with anger at the fates for allowing them to fall in love, forcing them into such a predicament. 

It was hard to gauge what he was feeling or thinking. Usually, despite the tenderness he always showed her, he wasn’t actually very open with how he’s feeling or thinking (aside from his family). Netra was usually the only one who could read him like a book, but now she had no idea what was going on in his head at any given moment. He’d unintentionally closed off from her, which only served to make her feel worse. 

She began to wonder if it would just be better to just leave, to make the decision easier for him. If he wasn’t with her so often maybe he could go to the Blessed Realms without guilt and/or ties to Middle Earth. She considered returning to her old home in MapleElm, but she knew that she could never forgive herself for being the cause of Elladan’s pain. 

That’s what led her to tonight. She’d been tossing and turning for what felt like hours at this point (and it probably was). Eventually she decided that a walk would do her some good, so she grabbed a robe and slipped out of her room as quietly as she could. Despite the fact that Elves rarely slept, it was incredibly quiet this time of night. Perfect. 

She eventually walked outside, taking a look at the sky. Based on the moon’s position it was probably close to midnight. Much later than she would have liked it to be, but that didn’t stop her. She continued her trek until she came across a bridge that led to a white and silver pavilion. It was something she’d discovered not long after she’d moved to Rivendell, and she found herself going to it when she needed to clear her head ever since. Just as she’d reached the middle of the bridge she stopped when a familiar voice called to her. 

“You’re out late tonight,” Elladan said only loud enough for her to hear from where he stood at the start of the bridge. Netra pulled her robe closer to her absentmindedly before shrugging. 

“I couldn’t sleep,” she responded honestly.

“I see. Is there any particular reason why you can’t sleep?” Netra shook her head. This time she was lying, and she had a feeling Elladan knew that because he sighed. 

“Amaurëa nin (My sunrise), what ails your mind?” He asked softly, stepping closer to carefully grip her upper arms with his usual gentle touch. “I cannot help you if I do not know what is wrong.” 

“I’m afraid you already know what is wrong, andúne nin (my sunset),” the girl said after a moment. “I am just hoping you make the right decision, though I do not know what that is exactly. On one hand if you stay here I don’t want you to do something that you’ll end up regretting. I can’t stand the thought that I may be the reason that you do not find eternal happiness in Valinor, it is more than I can bear. Yet I am selfish enough to admit that I do not want to be parted from you, even if that means you’ll be parted from your family. But it only serves to make me feel more guilty. A battle rages inside of me even though I am not the one that is being forced to make such a difficult decision.” 

Elladan remained silent throughout her explanation. Rather than speak he stared at her thoughtfully for a few minutes (though it felt like an eternity to Netra). She hated being under his scrutinizing gaze. It almost made her feel small because she had no idea what was going through his head. Finally, he spoke. 

“May I confide something in you?” He asked, earning a confused nod from her. “Do you know what it means when an Elf binds themself to a mortal? It means that, more often than not, they forsake the immortal life of their kin in the name of their happiness. When we were reunited back in Gondor I bound myself to you.” His words shocked Netra, and she found herself gaping at him. 

“You… You gave up your immortality for me,” she whispered in realization. 

“I have,” he confirmed. “And I will never be able to get it back. That means that I will die no matter what. So, I can either die happily after a happy life with you, or I can die in Valinor without you, which is one of the worst things I could ever imagine. I’m doing this because I love you, Netra. I want to stay and be with you, and nothing can change that. All I care about is the lifetime that I’ll get to spend with you. I’d rather do that than face the rest of the ages in Valinor without you.” 

Netra, despite her best efforts, couldn’t help but tear up at his words. She almost couldn’t believe that he had done something so life changing like that just for her. So they could be together. Elladan offered her a small, reassuring smile as he lifted a hand to her cheek, rubbing his thumb over the apple of her cheek to wipe away a stray tear that had managed to fall before continuing. 

“This was my decision, Netra, and I made it with my best interests in mind. Please let me see it through with you,” he begged softly. The pleading look in his eyes is what finally made Netra make up her mind. A sweet smile appeared on her face and she nodded. 

“Okay,” she answered softly. At that, a bright smile appeared on Elladan’s face. 

“Okay?” He repeated in the same tone, which earned a quiet giggle and nod from her. He repeated it one more time before pulling her into a tight hug that she gladly returned. She then let out a surprised gasp when he suddenly picked her up and spun her around, keeping his arms around her firmly. Once he set her down, Netra was further surprised when Elladan suddenly leaned in and kissed her passionately. She returned it eagerly, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer (if it were even possible). When they finally pulled away for air the Elf smiled at her, pressing a kiss to her forehead before speaking again. 

“Come, let’s get you back to bed,” he muttered, wrapping his arm around her and beginning to lead her back to her room, and she followed happily.

[ao3feed-thehobbit]

LoTR(Alt): Loving a Hobbit

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Zn5fGE9

by Norriepine

Bilba Baggin is a hobbit, her grandfather is a wizard named Gandalf. Her peaceful life was interrupted by thirteen dwarfs, although she's happy that she can finally go on adventures, but don't forget that she's also a hobbit who love peace and stability! Not being chase by giant spiders or goblins!

What Bilba never expect was capturing the attention of men, dangerous men who quickly fall in love with her and everything about her. Whether it's elves, men, dwarfs, valar, orc, or even the dark lord, they stare at her with obsession much to Bilba's oblivion.

Gandalf, who was piping his smoke, sneered: As if they're going to get his granddaughter!

Bilba, who was happily cooking in her kitchen, shivers: Hmm?...why is it suddenly cold?

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Reverse Harem x Fem Bilbo

Words: 3762, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/M, Multi

Characters: female Bilbo Baggins - Character, OC - Character, Thranduil, Sauron | Mairon, Morgoth Bauglir | Melkor, Manwë, Gandalf | Mithrandir, Thorin Oakenshield, Dwarf | Dwarves, Galadriel | Artanis, Smaug (Tolkien), Azog (Tolkien), Goblins (Tolkien), Elrond Peredhel, Legolas Greenleaf

Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thranduil, Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins/Sauron | Mairon, Bilbo Baggins/Melkor, Bilbo Baggins/Legolas Greenleaf, Bilbo Baggins/Smaug, Bilbo Baggins/Elrond Peredhel, Azog/Bilbo Baggins, Bilbo Baggins/Bard the Bowman, Bilbo Baggins/Arogan, Bilbo Baggins/The One Ring, Manwe/Bilbo Baggins, Bilbo Baggins/Elladan/Elrohir

Additional Tags: fem bilbo, possessive, Dark Character, Yandere, OOC, Cooking, Slice of Life, Adventure, Romance, Smut, 18+, Hobbits, Body Worship, Belly Bulge, Pregnancy, Lust, Stalking, Rape/Non-con Elements

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Zn5fGE9

[between-thepages]

For the oc x canon ask game, please!

🕷️ : basic description of your oc?

🌑 : what was the canon character’s first impression of them, and what do they think of them now?

🩸 : what does your oc think of canon character?

Thank you for the ask <3

You're getting the answers for both of my OC x canon pairings, just because I want to talk about them :3

🕷️ : basic description of your oc?

Astoril:

Tall, blond Sindar, probably wearing armour (he's part of the Rivendell Guard) and carrying a bow.

Gwaewiel:

She's a Vanya, though the only thing giving it away once they settle in Beleriand is her eagle necklace. She's blonde (as well xD) and mostly wears clothing similar to that of the Sindar or Edain. Prefers to fight with a spear.

🌑 : what was the canon character’s first impression of them, and what do they think of them now?

Elladan (on Astoril):

Elladan's first impression was that Astoril was unbelievably cool, in a sort of childhood hero worship way. They did not interact much until Elladan was an adult as well.

Now it's less hero worship and more appreciation of Astoril's skill with bow and blade, and since they finally got together Elladan no longer has to pretend he isn't watching when Astoril trains.

Caranthir (On Gwaewiel):

The first thought was probably "She's weird, her dress is closed wrong." Then she asked him for a dance, and while that only made her more strange, he liked it.

Now, the best description is probably soulmates. They're both so different in many ways but similar in even more. He can count on her to understand him, no matter how bad his word choices are.

🩸 : what does your oc think of canon character?

Astoril on Elladan:

Elladan is a sweetheart, and Astoril is very proud that he is trying his best to find his own way.

Gwaewiel on Caranthir:

He's home. Gwaewiel might be a warrior, but there is still no place that feels safer than his study, and she could spend hours just sitting there while he works.

[camille-lachenille]

🛠🧐🤩!

For the fanfic writer ask game:

🛠What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

Either Microsoft Word or the notes app of my phone.

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

Depends, I will research the perfect translation to x name in Quenya or Sindarin for an hour, and study family trees for much longer than I care to share to be as canon accurate as possible if the mood strikes me, but for the shorter/sillier fics, I tend to play fast and loose with canon.

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

Canon character, perhaps Erestor because I can do whatever I want with him since he’s little more than a name. My favourite OCs to write are children as a whole, specifically Celebnínim, Elladan’s daughter in my series Cabbage Patch Elflings