#elrond half-elf x y/n

[system-to-the-madness]

All the Time - Elrond x Reader

Pairing: LotR!Elrond x fem!Elf!Reader Genre: hurt/comfort Word Count: 1 818 Warnings: depression/melancholia(?), mentions of the war and Sauron Summary: Elrond comes to search for you when you don’t attend a feast in Rivendell

At the sound of familiar steps approaching the room, you turned your head away from the doorway, facing out into the night covered valley instead. Snowflakes danced in the air, carried on gusts of cold winter wind. The steps halted in the doorway, the Elf who had approached doubtlessly taking in your turned away form, your pulled up shoulders as you were laying stretched out on the daybed, non-verbally making your disinterest in his presence known by not acknowledging him. After a moment’s hesitation, or consideration, he entered the room nonetheless, the gentle call of your name falling from his lips.

You could not help the shiver that went through you, as anytime Elrond addressed you by name. For centuries you had resided in Imladris, and it was more than friendship that bound you to the Elvenlord by now, no matter how long it had gone unacknowledged by either of you.

His steps halted mere inches from the daybed, and a moment later, he lightly placed his hand on your shoulder. Even through the warm layers of the winter dress you could feel the heat of his skin, the weight of his palm soothing the dark ache in your heart. For a few seconds he stood like that, just resting his hand on you, before he gently squeezed your shoulder and drew away.

Almost you expected him to turn and leave you alone again, but you should have known the Lord of Imladris better than that. Instead of leaving you to the weight that still rested on your shoulders, even now that the war was over, he pushed the fabric of your skirt aside and settled behind you, his backside lightly brushing against your calves. It was no offensive contact, but instead one that, as Elrond’s touch did so often, conveyed the assurance that he was with you, and that no matter your sorrow, he would not abandon you.

For a long while you sat like that, feeling his eyes on the side of your face and the warmth of his body against your calves while your own focus was more on him than the snowflakes your eyes were turned towards.

“Why have you come,” you eventually settled on asking, your voice sounding weaker than you meant to.

“Because you have not,” Elrond answered in his ever patient and even tone. There was no reproach in his voice, he simply answered your question. “The celebration is in full swing, and I was missing your presence.”

“Don’t hold it against me, but I do not feel like celebrating tonight,” you mumbled, curling your fingers into the fabric of the pillow your head was resting on.

“As long as you don’t hold my concern for you against me,” Elrond answered, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder again. 

Considering the Elves’ respect for personal space, Elrond had always been rather physically affectionate with you, you thought to yourself. Hugs after hunts, a hand on the shoulder when he was concerned or proud, or on the small of the back when he was guiding you alongside him. Never had his touch brought anything but comfort into your heart, and even now, when all you wanted to do was shut yourself off from the world, you could not help but feel like the soft gesture lessened the weight you felt.

“You have been quiet these past days, my friend, and I dearly miss the light you always carry. Will you not tell what is weighing down your mind so we may share the burden?”

You inhaled deeply, the clean, crisp air of winter, warmed only by the elven magic that encased Imladris. 

“It is not a burden that can be shared,” you answered, finally turning and sitting up. 

Elrond’s hand slipped off your shoulder, but found your fingers instead, cold to the touch, making his eyebrows furrow before he took your other hand as well, bringing them together between his to warm them. 

“Then what kind of burden is it,” he asked, looking from your hands to your eyes, searching for an answer in them.

“It feels like-” You took another deep breath, feeling as if the night outside the windows was suffocating you. “It feels like the dark that came into the world with Sauron still lingers. And the longer the nights grow, the stronger his power. I know he has been destroyed, and yet… the scars he has left on this world have not yet healed.”

“They will not heal for a long time,” Elrond agreed, “Too many have lost their lives, their loved ones, have fallen victim to injury and pain. Too great is the wound Sauron and Saruman have ripped into the face of Middle-Earth. There is no shame to feel that pain, especially not when the sun barely rises over the mountains and stars are hidden from sight by clouds heavy with snow.”

“It makes me think of the clouds over Mordor, even though I fully know the ones here are only filled with snow, not the dark magic or Morgoth’s servant.”

Elrond’s eyes hesitantly pulled away from your features and instead directed outwards where a thin layer of snow settled on the leaves that had not fallen yet. 

“I do not believe there was ever anyone I told this to, but for years, decades even after the first ring war, I felt the same way about clouds,” he admitted. “I sometimes even feared the night when the stars were in the sky, feeling as if Sauron’s armoured hand was clasping around my throat. It was not for a long time before I saw beauty in the dark, star-sprinkled sky again, not until-”

Expectantly you tried catching his gaze, that was absentmindedly directed into the valley of Rivendell.

“Not until?”

“Not until you came here,” he admitted, finally looking back at you. His grey eyes seemed to be glowing in the dim light of candles lighting the room, and another shiver ran through you, one that almost had you throw your arms around his neck and bury your head under his chin to press as close as you might. “It was only then that I felt like the stars were shining again, only then that the dark clouds lost their threat and returned to what they were, clouds. And I so desperately wish I could return the beauty of nature back into your eyes the way you have done for me. But I am not just aware that we are very different people, with very different experiences, but also that close to a century passed before I found the light of the stars again, and that it has only been a few months for you.”

Something in the way Elrond spoke made your heart ache sweetly, and you turned your hands in his so you could hold his hands in yours.

“I’m glad to know I played a part in you seeing the world for its wonders again. And while I grieve for the time you did not, it gives me hope I too will overcome this darkness one day.”

“You will,” Elrond assured you, touching his forehead to yours. “The darkness seems unending, especially when the nights are as long as now. But the sun will rise, and the shadow will be banned from Middle-Earth just as from your heart. If you wish to stay alone for now, I will see to it that you will be disturbed no more, and if you want company, I offer my own. But should you wish to join the celebrations, I would like to join them with you.”

After a moment of contemplation, you nodded. “Yes, I think,” you agreed. “I think I will join you. But Elrond, wait-” 

The Elf had, with a hopeful smile on his lips already pulled away again but was stopped by your words and your hand reaching up to his chin to catch him in the motion. Curious eyes glimmered in grey back at you as your finger brushed over his skin. Making a fast decision, scared your courage might leave you were you not to act immediately, you leant forward, brushing your lips against his, if only just for a short moment. His lips were soft and warm, just like any touch he had ever shared with you, but the euphoria at the small contact was unmatched, especially when you pulled away and he tried chasing your lips, eyes still closed. Giving in, you placed a second kiss on him, one that made the corners of his mouth tuck upwards, before his eyes fluttered open again, and he regarded you with the softest expression.

“Meleth nin,” he whispered into the space between you, as if he were in joyous disbelief at your action. “I take this as the sign that my affections are returned?”

You smiled, the first real smile in weeks since the sun had forsaken the valley and the winter had gathered its clouds. But Elrond would always be the one to bring light into your heart and a smile to your lips. “Was there any doubt?”

“Only a fool’s doubt,” he replied, his eyes searching your whole face, taking in every detail as if he only truly got to see you now. “Yet a fool it seems I am.”

“No fool,” you disagreed gently, “The Lord of Imladris and the one who holds my heart.”

“Then I shall watch and guard the one with as much care and responsibility as the other, since I shall not have to worry about my own heart while it is with you.”

Your smile widened and you shook your head in amusement as you got up from the daybed, Elrond following your motion, his eyes still glued to your face. “Your words are like poetry,” you teased, making him shrug while he reached for your hand.

“How are you to know they are not part of the songs I wrote with none but you in mind,” he responded in the same teasing manner as his fingers intertwined with you.

“Then, I suppose, where those words came from, there are more, and in due time I shall want to hear as many of them as you will reveal.”

“If you wish so, I shall read them to you,” Elrond agreed as he guided you into the corridor and away from the dark windows. “But a word of warning. There are more of them than I would wish to admit even in front of myself.”

“Well, meleth nin,” you spoke lightly, feeling a shiver run through Elrond at the use of the sweet name, before he squeezed your hand tighter, “I do believe we have time for that.”

“All the time we need,” Elrond agreed, guiding you to walk closer to him as he led you through the dark towards the celebration with food and music and dance in the fire-lit halls of Imladris.

[the-fiction-witch]

Rescue

Media - Rings Of Power Character - Elrond Couple - Elrond X Reader Reader - Y/n (Elf Wife) Rating - 18 + Word Count - 1241

WARNING! SA / MENTIONS OF SA/ ABUSE/

The road had been long and difficult. But Elrond knew he couldn't give up.

While travelling to visit other elves, their travelling party was ambushed by orcs several died in the fight but some were captured, One of those captured was Elronds own wife, Y/n. The orcs carried her away with them and ever since Elrond had been stalking them desperate to save her. Elrond knew the horrific things orcs do to captured female elves. They torment them. Torture them. degrade them. And rape them to use as breeding slaves. And once they are out of use for them, they'll eat their flesh and leave them half dead. And Elrond knew that was not a fate he could allow Y/n to have.

But the days grew long, and he began to fear that he would never see her again, He couldn't sleep, he couldn't eat and he couldn't think of anything except saving her. No matter what he did hellish screams echoed in his ears, as if from miles away he could hear her fear and he prayed to all the gods of this world that she had only fear to cause her screams… And nothing worse.

he reached a hilltop and stopped to look across the moors, and even in the darkness, he saw them. The band of orcs walked towards the rocks, shuffling about the way orcs often did. And at the back of the pack, two of the four elves were captured from their party both of the women of course.

He saw Y/n and he felt a rage build inside him. She was stripped of her gown wearing only tattered rags to conceal her, forced to all barefoot on the rocks, her feet and body bleeding, rope around her wrists and her neck leading her forward with the orcs, her cheeks stained with tears. She tried to resist them but one orc slapped her across the face almost knocking her to the floor, before grabbing her chest to fondle while she screamed and he laughed at her fear,

Elrond watched as the orcs dragged Y/n along, his anger reaching a boiling point. Every fiber of his being ached with the desire to run down and grab her. The sight of them touching her and causing her pain was almost to much for him to bear. He had to force himself stand still and control his impulses. He wanted to jump down from the hills and run towards them, to grab her and take her away from this hellish nightmare. He wanted to kill every single orc that had touched her and make them suffer for what they had done to her,

His heart was beating faster than ever and his eyes were fixed on her. He couldn't stand to see her in harms way like this. Even her tears were too much for him. This was the woman he loved more than anything in the world and she was suffering at the hands of these monsters. He followed them at a safe distance until they made camp for the coming dawn hiding away in a low mountain cave. They set up their camp and let the prisoners linger outside,

Elrond kept himself hidden, taking note of every aspect of the camp. The cave, the orcs, the guards outside. He needed to find a way to save her. He had to. But the sight of her outside the cave was almost to much for him. He was just a few meters away and yet he felt like a world separated them. He wanted nothing more then to run towards her and hold her but he knew it was too dangerous, he had to bide his time till an oppourtunity came up,

the orcs began to hide away as the sun was set to rise but one large orc came out and looked over the captured prisoners He walked among them, sniffling them, touching them, to select whichever would be the victim of 'the pile'

The pile was a common torment orcs inflicted on female elves, they'd be stripped and tossed to a group no smaller than five, and they'd grab her limbs and take turns to violently rape her piling on her so she had no escape or resistance, they’d grope her, tickle her, humiliate and degrade her in whatever way they could

“That's not going to happen, I swear it. I won't let it” he thought to himself as he looked at the orc. His mind was racing trying to think of a way to save her before it was too late.

"This one." The orc demanded as he picked out the victim. It was Y/n

"No! No! Noo let me go!" She screamed

He watched as the orc picked Y/n. Rage and terror building up inside of him like never before. He couldn't let this happen he had to do something, There was no way he was going to let them hurt her. His heart was racing faster than ever as he frantically tried to think of a plan to stop them without alerting the orcs to his presence. This was the moment, if he didn't save her now he may never get another chance He knew that if he failed it could mean death for them both. But he was willing to risk it all. For her.

he picked up a rock and tossed it over to the other side of the pass, which caught the orcs attention, he grabbed a knife tossing Opheila to the floor before going to investigate leaving her and the other prisoners unattended,

He moved carefully as to not alert the other orcs to his presence and silently stepped towards where Y/n was lying on the ground His heart was in his mouth as he approached her.

She looked up at him and for a moment her eyes widened in disbelief, he could see the pain and fear she had endured in them, but as soon as she saw him a flicker of hope seemed to light them up. she began to silently cry tears of joy to see him, and she quickly moved to her feet, craning her head and holding up her arms so he could cut her binds

He gently began to cut through the ropes binding her with the swiftness of a practised hand. As soon as he removed the ropes he immediately pulled her into an embrace, holding her tight against him. He felt like he could finally breathe again now that she was in his arms. He never wanted to let her go

"Please…we have to get out of here…" she whispered her voice shaking from her broken and bruised lips

He nodded, knowing she was right. Time was running out, he couldn't afford to linger here and risk one of the Orcs coming back. Elrond helped to release the other prisoners letting them go free and he turned back to his beloved Y/n. He held her closer, his arm around her waist as he started backing away towards the mouth of the mountain pass. "Come on, we need to go. Can you run?"

she nodded "For you I can."

He smiled slightly at her response and placed a kiss on the top of her head. He was glad to see that her fighting spirit hadn't been broken even by the worst of torments. "Stay close to me, I'll keep you safe." He took her hand in his and they quickly made their escape into the night.

[youlikefanficdontyousquidward]

A meddling high king

Elrond x Male!Elf!Reader

Summary:High King Gil-Galad conspires to bring his herald closer to one of his guards

Just a short one while I figure stuff out for By Moonlight! I might want to do some rings of power requests soon, I have a few smutty ideas ( •̀ .̫ •́ )✧

Heavy is the head that wears the crown and Gil-Galad's head certainly felt like lead these days. With Galadriel's concerns and pointless meetings with ambitious courtiers he felt he was well justified in making a little bit of fun.

His newest project had been born of an old bit of entertainment grown stale. Despite his heralds silver tongue he had yet to woo the object of his affection. In fact as of late Gil-Galad had become convinced Elrond may not even realise his own feelings. How he could remain so oblivious was beyond him however. As every eloquent word seemed to leave Elrond in the presence of one of Lindon's guards.

Gil-Galad was fond of this guard himself, though it was an entirely platonic appreciation. He was just a very calming presence. No fawning or awkwardness under the scrutiny of his High King, just a dutiful quiet man. Though Gil-Galad was far too observant not to notice his albeit subtle reactions to Elrond's presence.

Just last week he'd watched as Elrond took notes in a meeting with a rather dull member of the court. Y/n had stood against the wall, ready for his call but Gil-Galad noted his eyes shifting back to his herald as the hours dragged on.

Then Elrond had paused in his note taking. His curls had fallen into his face, haven grown long as of late. He swept them back, his fingers splaying and running through the waves and just for a moment Gil-Galad watched his guard stiffen.

Then not two days prior Gil-Galad had spied Elrond's attempts at conversation with the man. The ellon who wrote his speeches, who prided himself on his recall of poetry and prose, now fumbled over simple small talk.

Gil-Galad believed he'd meant to make some comment on the unseasonable chill but had somehow so expertly fumbled his words as to imply his guard was standoffish and cold. Then in a spectacular display of stuttered half sentences manged to call him foolish and then trip over the low wall of the garden.

Any man would've been right to let him land face first in the shrubbery but not Y/n. He'd instead caught the buffoon and pulled him swiftly to his feet and right into his arms. Then as if he couldn't have made Elrond blush deeper he'd laughed heartily. Such a sudden and melodic sound that Gil-Galad himself was surprised it came from his quiet guard. Then to seal the deal had told the quickly reddening ellon that any day would be warmed by his company.

Yet, Gil-Galad noted, neither had made any move to begin a courtship. He supposed his guard may feel it inappropriate to engage in such behaviour with another in service to himself. Though perhaps not, as Gil-Galad had approved of many such unions in his presence. So it may be something a lot simpler though uncharacteristic of a man he'd seen leap into ravenous warg's path without a second thought.

He was scared.

Thus, as all things, it seemed to fall into Gil-Galad's hands to rectify the situation. So when opportunity struck he sent his favoured guard along side Elrond and Celebrimbor. Gil-Galad smiled into his goblet at the thought of the journey. Of Elrond and Y/n spending hours trekking together. Growing comfortable in each others presence.

He could just imagine Elrond's flushed expression when they'd arrive at Eregion. Where a Lord's duties would pull Celebrimbor from the group and leave them alone at last. Would they stroll together in the cities gardens? Take a trip past the bridge to lunch at the river banks? Could Elrond steady his heart long enough to recite a few verses?Would he come to see Y/n's admiration? Whatever they did he did not suppose it mattered, after all they'd be in each others company and that'd be enough.

[friendship-ditch]

Whumptober Day 7 - Magic with a Cost

Galadriel x Fem!Reader ✼

Summary: Galadriel is weakened after Dol Guldur and you're charged with keeping her safe.

Warnings/Notes: None. Gotta admit I always wondered wtf happened after this scene so here's my rushed take on it.

Word Count: 1527

  Every being must at least once tamper with darkness. Even you had, dancing with the shadows in late nights where it seemed that was the only option left. But you didn’t expect the Lady of Lorien to turn so… terrifying.

  If there was anybody that could banish Sauron back to where he had come from, it would be her, but it didn’t go down how you would have imagined.

  Galadriel was already weakened from reviving Gandalf, her pale body draped loosely across the cold floor of Dol Guldur. But when the evil being began to reform in front of your very eyes, she was suddenly back upon her feet with a new strength.

  Instead of a warm light radiating from her body, it was dark, almost evil. Her hair flew behind her in murky blue strands as if she’d fallen down a well and reemerged soaked to the bone. Her face was dark, eyes wide and wild. You’d never heard a voice as deep and booming as hers as she banished Sauron from this realm with such a power you were almost cowering in fear.

  Though, the second the evil vanished, so did her power.

  Galadriel’s legs stood for only a second longer before she collapsed backwards with a cry. She would’ve fallen onto the ground had you not been there to catch her, slowly lowering her down so she was on the stone once more, her head against your shoulder and your arm around her back. She was shaking as violently as a feather in the wind, trying to catch her breath between weak gasps.

  “I’ve got you…” You whispered, maneuvering the weakened elf so her head could rest easy against your chest. Then you looked up at the others; Elrond and Saruman. “We were deceived.”

  Her shuddering breath tickled your neck, still trembling as the last remnants of her strength filtered from her body. “Sauron… his spirit endured…” She rasped in an airy tone. “We… we must..”

  Galadriel tried to stand but the sudden dizziness that swept her body dragged her back down. Her eyes fluttered shut and a weary moan escaped her lips as she sunk back into you. The idea of standing caused a sickening feeling to spread through her stomach. Oh, she was cold… so cold.

  “Stay still, my Lady…” You murmured into her hair, rubbing your thumb in soft circles over her back in a weak attempt to provide comfort.

  The other two continued their discussion about Sauron, but you could hardly hear them over Galadriel’s heavy but useless breaths. 

  “Y/n.” Elrond suddenly spoke, snapping you out of it. At once you tried to stand, but Galadriel grabbed your arm, leaving you half bent at the knee as she held onto you to keep herself from fully collapsing. “You need to take Lady Galadriel back to Lothlorien.”

  “Me?” You frowned, confused. Though you were Galadriel’s servant, yes, you were still nobody of importance. You’d come along because she asked you to, but the idea of trying to get her home in this state, alone, was terrifying. 

  Galadriel’s hand slipped from your arm but you caught it in hers, squeezing it tight. Her skin was usually quite cool to the touch, but now it was near freezing. 

  “I will help you get her there, but you must care for her after.” Elrond restated his words. His eyes flicked from yours to Galadriel’s as the ancient white being’s head fell onto your leg, a heavy sigh escaping her lips. “She needs healing, her strength has been all but destroyed.”

  You moved your hand to rest on Galadriel’s back, fingers trailing loosely through her hair. She could not stay here any longer, that was for sure, even if it seemed impossible to move her. But what other choice did you have? This was your lady, your boss, your friend… If the others trusted you enough to care for her in such a weekend state then so be it.

  “Okay.” 

  It turns out Elrond had predicted something of this manner would happen as he brought an extra horse. The two of you loaded Galadriel’s exhausted body onto the horse and you sat behind her, keeping her on the steed as you raced across the plains and through the forests.

  Lothlorien was only a day away, and with elven horses blessed by Rivendell, you arrived at a little less than that. 

  The healers whisked around you immediately once you arrived, practically carrying Galadriel away for healing. You were not allowed to see her until much later when she had been returned to her chambers.

  You peeked your head into her room, fingers clenched around the doorway. Your eyes fell upon the white shape in bed, asleep.

  With the quietness of a mouse, you snuck further into her room. You placed a tray down on her bedside table, pouring a glass of healing water and setting it aside for her inevitable waking. The healers had done well in changing her into a more comfortable gown but they left her other one folded horribly on the floor.

  You kneeled down to pick up the white fabric, shaking it out. You folded it back up and hummed to yourself. Then you placed the gown on her dresser when you heard her shifting.

  Galadriel’s face was still as pale as snow, though the softest hints of color were returning to her cheeks. She groaned softly in her sleep, eyes fluttering

  When you’d first arrived and spoke to one of the healers you had learned Galadriel had only ever exhausted herself this badly once, though they would not tell you why or how. They reassured you that she just needed rest. Lots and lots of rest. Using all of the power she did had drained her almost to the point of a magic-induced coma, but she was strong enough to fight the tendrils wanting to drag her down. 

  As far as you were concerned, Galadriel’s health and rest was the most important thing. After gazing at her slackened face you decided to have the cooks create her favorite meal so it would be ready when she woke up.

  But as you turned to leave you heard a soft voice.

  “Y/n…?”

  Galadriel’s eyes were hardly open, tiny slits of the ancient blue gazing at your blurry figure. Her soft cry was hardly more than a whimper. She tried to reach for your hand but fell short halfway through.

  You kneeled at her bedside and took her hand into yours. It was still chilly but not as icy as it had been before. A small smile spread across your lips as you looked at her. She really was healing.

  “I’m here…” You whispered. “I’m right here.”

  “I…” Galadriel was too weak to form any words but you sensed her need. You gently lifted her head as you held the glass of water to her lips, letting her drink until the glass was emptied.

  When you laid her head back down, her eyelids sank closed once more, but the corners of her lips were ever so slightly raised.

  “Stay…” She croaked.

  You moved one hand to gently touch the side of her face, fingers feather light across her skin. After you kissed her forehead, you nodded. “I will.”

  You stayed at her side the remainder of the day and even well into the night. Galadriel’s only fear at the moment was being alone, and you weren’t fond of the idea either, so you stayed with her as long as you could.

  By the time the next day rolled around she began to regain some of her strength though she was still bedridden and shaky.

  “Would you be able to stomach some soup?” You entered her room once more with another tray, a warm bowl of soup atop the metal platter. 

  Galadriel blinked a few times, lifting her head. A soft groan escaped her lips from the movement but once her eyes fell upon you and the soup, she smiled weakly.

  “Please.”

  You sat beside her once more, sort of propping her body up against yours. She was far too shaky to hold the spoon herself without spilling the hot liquid so you did it for her, feeding her until she was finished.

  Galadriel was not a fan of being unable to sustain herself but at your side she felt no need to protest. You were a safe presence for her, one she knew she could trust and be weak around. Plus… she secretly enjoyed the way you babied her, though she would never admit it.

  The soup seemed to do her some good as she could sit up on her own now but the idea of standing made her queasy so she stayed beside you in bed. Her body was still struggling to warm itself so at her request you cuddled with her, her head on your chest as your fingers ran gently through her golden hair, keeping her body and heart warm.

  You could certainly get used to a few more days of this. And so could she as the two of you drifted off in each others arms once more.

[thethreeeyed-raven]

Hi !!! First I wanna say that I love the aesthetic of ur account it’s so pretty and nicely put together I’m obsessed. Second, I was wondering if I could request something for a Legolas x half elf reader where the reader is very like, unladylike, and doesn’t follow elven traditions ?? Like she’s very brash, flirts with lots of people, drinks a lot, doesn’t really have any of that elegance or poise that he’s used to when it comes to eleven girls and is a extremely good fighter. She’s a trusted friend of Gandalf and he brings her to the council of Elrond and she joins the fellowship and all dat.

Ok I’m done sorry if that’s too detailed feel free to not write it if you don’t want to, don’t want you to feel pressured to jus cause I asked 😅

i think you are beautiful

navigation | warnings : gimlis a little bitch, a little bit of angst? a little bit of gimli/dwarf slander😭 | a/n : if this isn’t what you want then i’m sorry😭, also of the elvish is wrong PLEASE LMK i literally used an sindarin, i kind of forgot about the flirty part and half elf part, but it’s mentioned a little bit, i asp used british slang for ‘hello’ IM BRITISH | lotr masterlist | tags : @knight-of-flowerss @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom

Legolas hadn't expected to see you at Elrond's secret meeting.

He didn't even know you knew Gandalf. Well, he didn't know much about you at all really. Of course, Legolas has seen you before, with the adventures he went on with Aragorn and what not, he was hardly ever seen around Lothlórien, and he was sure you were too.

But when you entered the circle of middle-earth creatures with your eccentric aura and manly stance, he thought of you intriguing.

"Another bloody elf?!" Gimli explained in disgust.

Legolas turned to the dwarf seated beside him, opening his mouth ready to throw a remark back when you interrupted.

"Well you are in the Rivendell, dwarf. If you are willing to help with the destruction of the ring, you must watch your tongue, before I cut it out." You threw him a smirk, and watched as Gimli shrunk back in his seat.

"Y/n! I've been expecting you for quite some time." Gandalf made his way over and enveloped you into a hug, which you reciprocated.

"You did show up in the middle of nowhere when I was trying to fish, you owe me a pint, don't forget."

You patted his back and made you way over to an empty chair, which was ironically beside Legolas.

"Oreyt there Legolas?" You patted his shoulder and look towards Elrond. "Let's get on with it then!"

It had been about a week since you and the fellowship had attended Elrond's secret council meeting, and since then, you hadn't really bonded with anyone like everyone else had, though you thoroughly enjoyed flirting.

You knew Aragorn already had his heart set on Arwen, Gimli couldn't stand you (you found it funny to rile him up).

Legolas was your favourite to tease.

He wasn't used to your heavy drinking, swordsmanship, the way your eyes glistened in the moonlight...

You weren't at all what he had thought.

You had a kind heart. And your beauty went beyond those of the other elven women.

And Gimli made sure to point out that you were different.

"Are you sure you're not a man?"

You turned around to look at him, holding back a frown.

"Wait, you're not a man?" Pippin chimed in, finally causing the frown to appear and you started to walk ahead of Gandalf. "Did I say something wrong?"

Nearly an hour later, you all had found a place to rest, yet you didn't talk throughout the whole way through.

Legolas and Aragorn were relieving themselves of their weapons when Legolas peered over at you who stood in the far corner away from everyone else, but near enough for you to hear him insult Gimli.

"I norn na- an imbecile." He placed his arrows next to his bow and Aragorn turned to look at him.

"Whui ceri- cin eithad Gimli? Does ha gar- something na ceri- with ui/n?" Aragorn questioned him.

"-o iór ha does! How berth- ho ask hen such a nad! At least with ammen galadrim mín know what mín are!"

Gimli looked up at Boromir who wasn't paying any mind to the rather loud conversation they were having.

"What are the elf and the man speaking about?"

Boromir just shrugged. "I don't know, I don't speak Sindarin.

You, having understood their conversation, smiled a little to yourself, happy that at least someone here would defend you.

You sat quietly beside a lake, inspecting the flora surrounding you, when you heard footsteps.

You swung your body round, placing your hand on the blade strapped to your leg.

The sound revealed itself to be Legolas. "There you are, Gandalf sent me to make sure you weren't missing."

You nodded and motioned him to sit next to you.

"You were being rather loud with Aragorn earlier." You chuckled as you watched a red tint spread across Legolas' cheeks. "Thank you."

Legolas nodded in acknowledgment and he was about to stand up when you grabbed ahold of his hand.

Your hand was rough, no doubt from the countless weapons you have wielded or practised with.

"Legolas, do you think I'm pretty?"

He was taken aback by your sudden question.

Since you were little you had struggled with femininity. Your hobbies were 'un-ladylike', your looks were considered to be 'manly'.

The silence was too loud, too long. So you took that as a no.

"I think you are beautiful. And I think you're too good for anyone here." He sat back down next to you. "Not only are your combat skills exceptional, but the way you carry yourself outshines any of the elvish women. They can't compete."

You moved closer, until your pinky was touching his.

"I may not know you that well, I've hardly ever seen you around Rivendell or any of the elven parts for that matter, and quite frankly, I couldn't care less if you were half elf, or half dwarf, or half whatever. I've still admired you from afar-"

You shut him up with a quick kiss to his lips.

Aragorn watched further away from the bushes, shaking his head with a grin, then going to tell Gandalf that you were safe.

"Im like cin verui limb legolas, a im gar- admired cin o palan too."

ELVISH TRANSLATION

‘I norn na- an imbecile’ - the dwarf is an imbecile

‘Whui ceri- cin eithad Gimli?’ - why do you insult Gimli?

‘Does ha gar- something na ceri- with ui/n?’ - does it have something to do with Y/n?

‘-o iór ha does! How berth- ho ask hen such a nad! At least with ammen galadrim mín know what mín are!’ - of course it does! how dare he ask her such a thing! at least with us elves we know what we are!

‘Im like cin verui limb legolas, a im gar- admired cin o palan too’ - i like you very much legolas, and i have admired you from afar too

[batsyforyou]

Rain Rain Go Away

Tags: Rain, storms, cuddles, she/her practice 

Pairing: Glorfindel x fem reader 

Warning: Unedited

Author’s Note: This short drabble was made while I currently fight off my own anxiety and fear of storms as it literally happens outside. 

@asianbutnotjapanese

Dozing in her bed the pitter patter of rain hitting her windows came to her ears and she shot up.’

 “Rain?”

Throwing off her covers she raced to her window and shoved open her curtains, her heart slamming against her chest and the palm of her hands sweating. Water raced down the glass and over the inky valley.

“No, please no.” 

Pulling the curtains shut she jumped at the sound of rumbling thunder. Memories of past storms clawed and howled at her mind and she stumbled in the dark to find her robe. Not bothering with shoes she opened her door, barely closing it behind her as she ran. The halls were dark and what lights that were lit made the shadows dance and they quivered with every lick. The pat of her feet against the floor and her quick breathing echoed in the empty space, the storm gaining strength outside. 

Turning the corner she patted up the stairs that lead to Glorfindel’s room and knocked six times in a rhythm. Stepping back she fiddled with her fingers and kept watch over her shoulder examining every corner and straining her ears for noise, half expecting something to pop out and get her even though she knew that Rivendell was a safe place. 

The creak of the door opening alerted her and she snapped her head around to see a groggy and brightly shining elf. 

“Y/n?” He mumbled, “What is it? Is something the matter?” At this thought he seems to wake up instantly. But she was quick to dissuade him, “I was scared. No, I am sacred.” 

“The storm woke me up and I—” Putting the feeling into words made her feel foolish as she realized that she had run all the way to him over something undoubtedly silly and she frowned. 

“I’m sorry Glorfindel, I shouldn't have woken you up.” 

He shook his head and waved her inside. “No. No, please. I wish to hear about what is bothering you.”

Stepping in she flinched at the thunder outside. Glorfindel frowned and gripped her thin shoulders in his hands. “It is alright. It is just rain.” 

“But that's the problem!” 

Wide eyed and terrified she felt tears prickle her eyes and her chest was hurting, her knees were trembling and it felt like her lungs were squeezing tightly together, preventing air from getting in. She wanted it to go away. She hated it. She hated it so much! 

Bringing her close to him the elf held her in his arms and it felt like the little human woman might break in his hold. She gripped onto him as her heart accelerated, “Can you tell Elrond to make it go away?”

His lips pulled at the corners, amused. “What kind of power do you think he has?”  

A squeal clogged in her throat at another boom of thunder, light flashing into the room as the storm got worse outside. “Can I stay with you tonight, please?”

Smiling he nodded, rocking the two of them as he rubbed her back soothingly. 

“Of course you can.” 

She seemed to relax at the knowledge that she wouldn’t be alone and sniffed. Gently leading her by the hand he directed her to his bed and sat her down on the undisturbed covers where he had not been. 

“I myself only recently turned in for the night.” 

Crawling back into his side of the bed he sighed and relaxed into his mattress with an arm behind his head. 

Shrugging off her robe she dropped it delicately by the bed and shuffled under the covers. Sighing as the feeling of another person nearby worked to calm her but not completely. 

The elf watched as she made herself comfortable, his ear twitching with every strike of lightning and every drum of thunder. 

“May I ask you something?”

With her eyes closed and gripping the sheets she nodded. 

“Why are you so afraid of storms?” 

Her heart stopped and slowly began to beat again. “Growing up I loved it when it rained. I’d run outside and play before things got really bad with my siblings. I wanted it to come around more often so I can use an umbrella and make blankets forts with chairs” She giggled at herself. “But eventually, as I grew up, unfortunate events happened to my family that made storms harmful. Especially when the wind would pick up and throw things around. 

She took a deep breath. “I guess I just learned to have this feeling.” 

The silence in the room was quiet as the rain continued to throw itself at the walls and windows. Unyielding in its pursuit. 

“I’m sorry, my friend. I am sure that must have been difficult for you.” 

“It was.” 

The two laid there as she stared up at the ceiling, she wanted to be comforted and cuddle but didn’t know how to ask. Licking her lips she looked to the elf, he looked to be dozing, maybe even sleeping. She couldn't quite tell with his open eyes. 

“Glorfindel?” She paused. He had done more than enough to help her, letting her spend the night with him and sharing his bed. “No, nevermind. Goodnight.” 

Turning on her side she turned away from him and curled up tightly. Hoping that sleep would find her soon and that she could wake up and have it all be over with. Dreading that she might find damage outside. 

The weight of the bed shifted the sheets rustling and her eyes shot open as she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist and pull her into a warm body. Blushing she pushed her face into the cool pillow and whispered. “Thank you.” 

She knew the elf smiled when she felt him squeeze her and warm air blowing into her ear. 

“You only need to ask.”

“I’d hold you for all eternity.”

Masterlist

[black-dhalias]

To the Horizon

Haldir X F!Reader — Lord of the Rings

There is a moment when the sun is not visible, where light brushes the heavens horizon and mountains crest dark shadows over mist. A moment easily unseen, and rarely enjoyed. In that hour, a daughter is born. Conceived in the Lonely Mountain— carried across Middle Earth, born in the Woodland Palace to Elondiel. Wife of Thorin Oakensheild, daughter of Lord Thranduil, and mother to last heir of Erebor. Lady Y/N, of wood and stone.

Elondiel loved only one, waiting for Y/N to come of age so that she may finally sail to the undying lands. Thranduil had long sailed, Y/N the heir to two realms—carrying the fate of many as they awaited. That day came and went, and Y/N began to follow in their uncle’s footsteps—crossing lands and meeting strangers. They wanted to understand all of Middle Earth, but time was not on their side, and soon the throne of elves and dwarves called for their rightful Queen. A call Y/N answered swiftly.

Legolas returned with you, if only for a few years, to ease the transition and advise his niece. He felt responsible, had he wanted the throne—then you never would have to rule over both realms. But he didn’t. So heavy is the crown atop your head.

Soon it was only you, a quiet and hefty silence as you sat within the woodland realm. No one to listen. A lonely soul, plagued with only stories of your families lineage and triumphs—and no one to share the burden.

“I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an elf!” Echoes of shouts vibrate the walls of Rivendell, your cloak resting easy on your shoulders as you and your party make their way to the council. Legolas had written to say he would attend on behalf of elves, but you worried— you needed to see the ring for yourself. To know exactly what kind of world you inherited. “NEVER TRUST AN ELF!” How original? You think quietly to yourself as the shouts grow closer, echoing less, but instead becoming much louder.

But chaos dies as another pipes up, one smaller and unfamiliar— young, that would be the word you would use. You walk in silently, not needing grandeur, but watching as all eyes turned to the small hobbit. As your uncle joins the party, he spots you amongst soldiers. Curious, and curiouser.

You smile at the hobbit— “Master Frodo Baggins. I don’t believe we’ve met.” Elrond raises his brow, leaning into his podium at the head of the council. “I’m Y/N, my parents and your uncle lead a great quest together. It would be an honor to uphold that alliance, and join your company.” There’s a whisper amongst the guards that harsh with a glance, you had decided long before arrival.

It is time to live up to your bloodline.

“Y/N, you can’t just join a quest.” You ignore Aragorn as the rest of the fellowship rest together.

“And yet, I did.” You deadpan, sorting your arrows into your quiver—preparing new feathers to go at the end of the shafts.

“Because who’s going to tell the Queen of Erebor AND the woodland.. NO!” His voice raises at the end as you rest the quiver on your thigh and look up at him with a bitter edge.

“Obviously the should be King of Gondor is trying!” You spot Legolas rolling his eyes, he’d already had this same argument and lost just Aragorn is going to lose now.

“That’s low.” You glare at Gimili who chooses now to speak up, as he gives a throaty chuckle. But he silenced himself, knowing full well you still had not forgiven him for his earlier comment about elves. You were half elf yourself, and were a testament of love between elves and dwarves.

“Shut it, Gimili.” You look back at Aragorn, “If I am to have a realm to look after, then I must help. At least for the better half of the journey.” You pause, “do something other than wait in those halls of stone.” So many hid away from Sauron, but your world needs some willing to stand and you are one of those. Have been for a long time.

The world has grown much harsher than the stories your mother told you, and much darker than she probably could have imagined. “Believe me Aragorn. If they were going to budge, I’d have convinced them myself.” Legolas smirks from his small perch, “But remember who their parents and grandparents are, probably the most stubborn people to ever walk middle earth.” To which you roll your eyes.

“Says the ellon who is related to two of those stubborn people.” His cheeks rise as you sling your quiver over your back, having finished another small batch of arrows.

He tsks, “Aaaa but see that’s only half, of what makes up a whole you.” Legolas does, however, finally look at Aragorn with a shrug. “Might as well keep moving, not like they’re turning back now.” Aragorn sighs with defeat, it makes sense that you and Legolas are cut from the same cloth— stubborn is apart of their threading. In their DNA.

.

.

.

The image of Gandalf falling to his death burns into your memory, you hoped for a moment that the Wizard would live. But you did not see him rise from the shadow. That is when the fear set in, when you could not look away from Uncle without worrying he would be gone the second you did so. Worried that the last of your family would die before the end of this journey, but for now, as Lothlorien grows closer. You ache for sweet peace, to sleep without that fear. Maybe this was a mistake, but you must continue onward because the fellowship will continue.

“Haldir…” You whisper, watching as he corners the poor dwarf and hobbit—you met him twice before, once in Lothlorien with Legolas and once when he escorted Celebron to your coronation.

“Y/N.” You silence his taunts to Gimili, because with you in his sight he could not think of anything witty. You make it impossible to think at all if he were completely honest with himself. There is something that is both enchanting and discouraging about your aura, it is one that is both gentle and regal. You carry a name that weighs heavily on his mind when the tightness in his chest arises. He may be the Marchwarden, but he is not anything close to exemplary—nothing special that deserves such kindness from the likes of you.

For you, Haldir represents something very different than how he perceives himself. While he bowed his head in respect, unlike most ellons who ran out of fear. He seemed to draw closer the more he knew about you.

“Tonight is quite special, as we welcome my niece to the throne.” You smile up at your uncle as you stand to the side, eyes shift to you, but you ignore them. “She rises as a new dawn for elves and dwarves alike, a united rule—a great queen.” Words, that’s all they are, but they are kind at least. Unlike the words some spit in your direction, but the weight of the woodland crown reminds you of the truth— that you are above such words. You must be.

But the truth is, rumors slipped away the closer the throne got because you were meant to be above it all. You told yourself their lies did not matter until that was exactly what happened, their lies began to mean nothing. Legolas raises his glass, "To our queen, may the company you keep be sweet, but the wine sweeter." This was the uncle many did not see, the one who lifted his glass high and downed the wine quickly. No longer burdened with the future on his shoulders, you hear he seems lighter than he was before.

You bring the wine to your lips, but never let them part—before setting the glass on the table, still filled, but your lips tinted red.

"Malady Y/N..." Haldir leans in to kiss the top of your knuckles, his warm palm still wrapped around your fingertips as he smiles at you. "Congratulations."

"Haldir, no need for formalities. We are friends." As you speak though, he adjusts your hand to rest it on his arm. Pulling you close as he guides you through the party.

"The greatest of friends, but tonight, you are Queen alone." His eyes dance, glittering in the starlight—The Woodland Realm never seemed so bright. To him, or to you. "Although despite the never ending wine, your glass never empties?" It's not so much a question, because you know he noticed your like of appetite.

"I haven't eaten all day." Your breath falters, "A sip would probably send me to the floor." An exaggeration, but not by much— you really aren't sure why your stomach seemed to be in knots. You've wanted this your whole life, you loved adventure, but you loved this world too.

"A sip?" He grabs a tray of pastries, fluffy breads with soft jams and cheeses— arms still intertwined, you leave the main room quickly. Laughing as he speaks, "Well can't have that." Only you. He was the collected and cold marchwarden, but you made him giddy. You caused butterflies in his chest and hope to take root in his thoughts, for once he is able to imagine a future beyond Lothlorien. While he made you calm, he took every anxiety and turned it to mush before your eyes. He fixed problems that you didn't know there was an answer to. He made life simple.

You bite down on a raspberry tart, enjoying the sour and sweet bursts. The crust flaky and melting on your tongue—and Haldir simply smiles. "Why are you so kind to me?"

"Because you were kind first." Even before he was marchwarden, you treated him as an equal—someone with value. Not every royal saw them as the same, but you did. You did not care about the color of his cloak or the tone of his hair, his rank or his wealth. You didn't care about status at all. That was what made you so good, and so intriguing. His smile almost falters, but instead it just softens: "You were kind when I was nothing."

You lift his chin, keeping his icy orbs on you—trying to imagine a deeper shade to fall into, but you can't. You'd drown in those eyes if that was possible. "You were never nothing."

You stay to the back of the party, waiting until everyone has passed to smile at Haldir. Happy to see someone you are so familiar with. If you're honest, it's been a long journey. "Dearest Y/N." He whispers, embraces you close to his body, chin resting on top of your head. You shut your eyes, pushing the air out of your lungs, but intake sharply as your hand grabs at your wound harder. You weren't expecting it to hurt so bad.

His brow creases as he scans over your form, trying to find the source of your pain and even when he does. His expression remains even, and controlled. It's like every amount of history melted away and left the marchwarden in front of you. Your eyes grow heavy, but you force yourself to stay upright—just trying to get a read on him, but it's pointless because he's already tucking his arm under your armpits. Taking on most of your weight as you breathe deeply, he moves without words—this is the coldest he's ever been with you.

But he's not wrong to rush you to the medical wing, because by the time you're there—you're struggling to see the world clear. Everything blurring together as you lean into him, his words getting lost in the haze. It's like a slow fade that speeds up, colors blend until only the blue of his eyes are clear. How are they so clear?

You hear bits though, shards of conversation. "High priority..." "slash..." "Lost a lot of blood..." But it all goes dark eventually, and you let your body slip into the mattress. The thing is, it's a cold table you lay on—you were never on a mattress. There was never anything soft beneath you besides the palms of Haldir's hand when he lifted you onto the wood.

You had half expected for the darkness to pass quickly, and it did, but you did not wake. Instead, you remain still on the table with only memories to keep you company.

Legolas glances down at you as the Realm of Light comes into view, the way your eyes light up as the adventure draws to a close. You hadn't been this far from the Woodland realm before, the furthest you've ever been being the Lonely Mountain. Your mother had just set sail, her heart too broken to remain in MiddleEarth so it was just you and your uncle Legolas. With them gone, he had taken it upon himself to prepare you for your future, the next thousand years you would spend ruling the elves and dwarves. Before that, he wanted you to see the beauty of the world that is kissed by sunrises and sunsets.

Then it begins to shift, not just watching, but it feels as though you are reliving the past. Is it the past? Maybe you had been dreaming up until now, maybe none of it happened yet? Maybe you imagined the future? You glance down at your hands, wiggling your fingers to see them move as you command. You feel your heart pound in your chest— the overlay of purple flowers in full bloom, spread across the bottom branches of the trees. You don't remember ever leaving the Fellowship, but you also clearly remember living this memory before. But it washes over you, embracing every limb and facet of your being as you smile.

At first, Legolas is the one leading you into the hall of light, guards surrounding on both sides. Upon reaching the hall, all of them part off to leave you at the forefront—you are the one that matters right now. Lady Galadriel smiles, you've seen many portraits of her, but none of them could ever compare to her beauty. You bow your head: "Milady."

In return, as you life your head, she bows to you, as does Lord Celeborn. "Lady Y/N of the Greenwood and The Lonely Mountain." Your title has changed, but you shake off the pinch and continue to live out the past. No the present.... This, you just want to feel like you used to feel. How you felt when you first met him. 

Lady Galadriel tilts her head, watching you curiously—but words never leave her lips. Instead, she gestures to the ellon to her right with a smile. "I'm sure you are tired from you journey." You nod, but never dare look away from him—it's a wonder to re-live falling in love. To feel as you felt then. "Haldir will show you the way, he will also be your guard for your time here." Hmmmm, but you do not fight—too curious and too, well you don't know the word. Just that you want to know more.

Oddly enough, he doesn't say a word as he walks in front of you--hands tucked behind his back and posture much stiffer than you would like. You had spent far too long wondering if people would treat you differently, and the truth is, they do. You will always be treated differently, and you'll just have to come to terms with that. The silence drags almost as long as the halls, your throat goes dry until the words just spill off of your tongue. 

"You could say something... Anything... Honestly, I'm neither mute or too tired, and a little conversation would be nice." He doesn't say anything, but you see his fingers flex into his palm and you sigh loudly. It's the same story, even here—and your uncle Legolas hadn't even had time to say a word. People just naturally care too much about the title and think it means more than it does, that it changes a person, but it's all very isolating. 

You remember then very clearly, the way he seemed to hide the smile with a cough. But his eyes find yours, and your return the smile.

When you awoke, your body could not move—stuck, but you could feel the soft grasp of a hand wrapped around your own. The sensation was innocent, and you drifted off under the protection of Haldir because it couldn’t have been anyone else.

.

.

.

No one said a word as darkness descended upon Helm's Deep, in that silence, you feel Haldir's fingers wrap around your own. You had not counted on him arriving, thought that he would be safe in the Realm of Light, but you were thankful for the comfort.

The Marchwarden of Lothlorien had gained many things in the last few years, your comforting touch was by far the most valuable. You made every day worth existing, and every moment more enticing. You were as steady as the woodland realm and as mighty as the lonely mountain—you were neither entirely dwarf nor elf, but you were perfect.

“If tonight is my last, I am grateful to have spent it with you.”

“If tonight’s my last, then—” You pull him into you, he’s much taller but it doesn’t take much to bring him close. “Then I want you to know I choose you. Under every moon and star, no one in middle earth compares Haldir.”

Something in the way his eyes shift, you note the shimmer of light as the stars burn above. All of the fear, the desperation and love—above all else, you love Haldir.

Your other hand finds itself embracing his cheek as you bring him to your lips, letting all of the love pour through you. Desperate to keep him there—knowing you love him so. He speaks through the kiss, foreheads together as he pulls you close.

“If tonight is my last, know a day with you is more than a hundred centuries without. Your name on my last breath.”

“If tonight is my last, know it’s always been you.”

I’ll let you decide what happens next, if they live or die—this is where this ends.

•Much love, Ellie•

[tinytiger]

The Hobbit - A Kili x F!Reader Fanfic

Masterlist

The Truth

The dwarves are unhappy with a meatless meal, and tensions rise when Y/n, with elven heritage, is treated as royalty by Elrond. Y/n asserts her independence and playfully challenges royal norms. A food fight breaks out during dinner, and later, Y/n encounters the dwarves frolicking in a fountain, resulting in a soaked dress. Despite mishaps, playful banter ensues between Y/n and Kili, hinting at a budding relationship. The evening ends with Y/n surprising Kili with a cheeky kiss, leaving him dazed, and Thorin observing their connection.

Tw- None

The dwarves were not happy.

There was no meat at all on the plates that were put in front of them, just green things that tasted horrible. Thorin had refused to sit at the table and eat food given to him by the species he hated the most. As he looked out of the large hole he stood in front of, his mind was trying to process what had just happened.

Elrond has called Y/n ‘Your Majesty’. She is related to that pampered asshole that is King Thranduil.

Anger flooded through his veins, how come Y/n hadn’t told them.

The chatter behind him stopped. Thorin turned around because the dwarves being quiet during a meal is nothing normal.

As he turned, Y/n walked into the light of the hall. The dress was pooling at her feet, the sleeves were way too long for her. Her hair was pulled back and had been put into a plat, the tiara was weaved into her.

She looked gorgeous, but you could tell she was uncomfortable. As she moved to sit next to Kili, Erland grabbed her hand to make her sit next to him.

“Y/n, you have to sit here!” he exclaimed as Y/n stood up. That is when she exploded.

“Oh, do I, I thought I could sit where I want, and I want to sit with my friends. Not some posh elf boy with an ego that is the size of Smaug’s love for gold. Now stop telling me what to do!” Y/n commanded.

Ever since she had walked into this place, that she used to miss, the people were bowing and telling her where to go and what to do. Surely a princess should have her freedom. She spun on her heel and walked over to where all the dwarves were sat, with astonished looks on their faces. Thorin went to brood out of the window, with a smirk on his face.

At least the sass was passed down.

The chatter returned as she sat down and dug into the salad that was in front of her. After 5 minutes, she looked up at Kili and said,

“I am so sorry about my past. I thought you would treat me differnerly if you would know that i wasn’t a normal half elf.”

Kili smiled and put his large hand on her small, now less muddy, hand.

“I get it, we wouldn’t treat you any different from how we do now. I mean, I’m a prince, and Bofur threw a rock at me the other day.” Kili laughed as the look of shock crossed Y/n’s face.

Then a lettuce leaf smacked her in the back of the head.

“All right, which one of you was that!” she swirled around and picked up a parsnip. All of the dwarves pointed at Fili.

She swung her arm back and threw the vegetable at Fili. But it was way off target and hit Thorin in the back of the head; everyone went quiet.

“Oh Skirth!” she swore as Thorin slowly spun around. She was dead. Then another lettuce leaf hit him in the forehead. Kili and Fili jumped out of their seats and began to throw vegetables at whoever was in reach. Twice Kili got a tomato in the face; Y/n seemed to be the main target for three of the dwarves.

Kili ran towards her and threw her over his shoulder.

“Kili Durin! Put me down now!” She screamed, slamming her fists into his shoulder.

“Ow! No, stop wriggling, will you. Ow,” he argued back but eventually put her on the floor.

“Watch this,” Kili whispered into her pointed ears.

He picked up a potato and threw it in Erland’s direction. He moved out of the way just in time, and it hit the statue behind him. The two burst out laughing. The evening was very enjoyable.

Y/n was walking around Rivendale. She kept thinking of her mother; would the guards of Rivendale tell her father she was here? They had to go near Mirkwood, so would she run into her brother or her father?

As she walked past the fountain, shouts caught her attention. They seemed happy. As she turned the corner, her eyes caught a sight she wouldn’t forget for a while.

All of the dwarves were in the fountain, naked. She squeaked, and that caught the attention of them all. She spun around as Kili got out of the fountain.

“You alright, Lass?” He asked, walking behind her, not being able to see her face. She was glad about that, as she was bright red.

“Yes, Kili, I’m fine. Could you just get back in the water or put a towel on… please,” she muttered as he got closer.

“Come on, Kili,” Fili shouted in his direction. Kili laughed and walked back to the fountain.

Y/n turned around as she heard a massive splash. All of the dwarves had jumped in, causing a massive splash to get her soaked.

Her dress was ruined, which she didn’t care about, but it was starting to stick to her body. Making her curves stick out a bit.

“Guys!” she moaned.

She walked back to her room, dripping water all over the place. She was freezing.

“Y/n!” Her name was shouted as she turned to see Kili, this time in a green shirt with brown trousers on.

“Kili, I’m not mad at you.” His face lit up. “But please don’t do that again.”

“Well, it wasn’t my idea it was—“

“Let me guess, Fili.”

“Yes,” Kili said, looking at the floor.

“Actually, I was surprised that you landed in the fountain. Where did you aim when we needed to shoot the warg earlier?” The e/c-eyed girl looked at Kili with a smirk. She had pushed a couple of buttons.

“Hey, at least I don’t trip over my own feet.”

Leaning in, Y/n glared and stuck her tongue out at him. The two burst into a fit of giggles.

Kili gazed into her eyes as she looked at him.

“At least I can argue with a troll.”

“At least, I don’t get caught by a troll.”

“I was saving Bilbo!” Y/n cried, putting her hands on her hips.

“I saved you twice!” Kili gave her a sideways glance.

“Once, and you told them to drop me; if they did, I would have landed on my head.”

“And we wouldn’t want your pretty ears to get squished, would we?”

Y/n punched Kili in the shoulder.

“Ow! Stop being so rough,” Kili cried out as he held onto his arm.

“I thought you liked it rough,” Y/n cheekily said, raising an eyebrow.

Kili’s face went into a dark shade of red. His head suddenly was filled with situations that made his legs twang a bit.

He came to a halt at her side. Kili wanted to say something. Anything, he wanted to make her feel like this. As she reached her door, she looked at Kili and spoke.

“Thanks for walking me back.” She turned to open the door to her room.

“You’re welcome; oh, and Thorin wants us to leave at midnight. We need to get to Dale before Durin’s Day,” Kili told her, gazing at her.

“Oh, thank you, Kili,” Y/n replied, her thigh holster was beginning to rub; she mentally swore.

“Goodnight, Princess,” Kili said as he walked back to the place where the dwarves slept.

Y/n stopped, her heart beating at 100 miles per hour. An idea popped into her head. She spun around and kissed Kili on his cheek. When she lowered herself to the ground, she smirked at him.

“Goodnight, Prince.”

Y/n disappeared into her room, leaving Kili in the corridor on his own.

Kili had never been so still. He was really tempted to open that door and kiss her back. Walking over to the door, he put his hand on the doorknob.

“Kili.”

His face shot up, and he saw Thorin. How much had he seen? The whole thing. He smiled at the young dwarf and put his arm around his shoulder and walked the dazed boy back to the room he was staying in.

[elronds-pointy-ears]

At your Mercy Chapter 4

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 

Pairing: Gil-Galad x human! fem! Reader

Warnings: use of alcohol

Word Count:  2083

Summary: So reader get’s their ass saved once again and we meet a cute half-elven man. 

Thank you for reading 💜

“Wait what do you mean? Mal what did you do?” “I may have played out my connections at the high Kings court and found a place for you to work for the next few months.” He told you answered. You looked at him too stunned to speak for a short while “You what?” You laughed. “Come on Mal this is no time to joke around. This is serious I am running out of time here Erestor wants the agreement letter by the end of the week.” You slightly panicked. Mal saw you spiralling and decided to stop ypu before you wrecked your nerves too much. He took your hands and spoke to you “Y/N stop it do not worry I promise you that I have found someone who will happily take you in.” His soft words made you look up at him. “I’ll bring you to him now.” Your eyes widened the deeper you walked into the royal part of the city. It must have been someone of high status you thought. Mallahir led you through few more streets. He did not stop and once you entered the Kings palace you felt a great wave of anxiety wash over you. Who did Mallahir convince to take you in? You prayed it was a younger elf, close to Mallahir since you feared the older elves were more likely to look down on you and dislike you. You passed many doors and hallways and now you walked down a long corridor. Since your childhood you were ready to work hard no matter what occupation you were going to have. You wanted to impress this elf even though you did not know him.

Suddenly you bumped into Mal. You were so lost in your thoughts again that you did not see he stopped walking. The both of you stood in front of a great wooden door now in the hallway. You apologized and he just smiled at you. “Are you ready?” You gulped “As ready as I can be.” He turned back to the door and knocked. You felt your heart pounding in your chest. Mallahir opened the door and stepped inside. You nervously followed him fidgeting with your hands. The room was one of the prettiest you’d ever seen and you wondered if every room in the palace was as exquisite as this one. High ceilings with decorative wooden ornaments and a big open door that lead to a balcony took your breath away. On the table in the middle of the room sat an elf who you’d work for the next few months if everything went smoothly.

When the ellon saw you enter the room he stood up and his face lit up seeing you. “Mallahir, Gi nathlam hí mellon.” He walked around the table and came to a halt in front of you. “And you must be Y/N.” He nodded to you and smiled. “Yes this is her.” Mallahir said proudly. “Oh Y/N this is my dear friend Elrond Perdehel.” Mallahir finally introduced you. “Pedig edhellen?” Elrond asked you. “Pedin edhellen” you answered and nodded slightly. Elronds smile widened and his kind eyes made you feel welcome almost immediately. “I am looking forward to working with you. I hope that we both can learn from each other.” This positively surprised you. You had met many elves by now but none of them seemed to be interested in your kind or humans in general. Not even 5 minutes of knowing this ellons name and you could already tell he was different.

Mallahir had left you to get to know each other a little better and Elrond explained what was going to be asked of you. He himself was the High Kings herald. A position that filled the young elf with pride. He told you many things and you listened intently. Talking to Elrond was surprisingly easy and you felt huge relief that he turned out to be so down to earth, other than most elves he understood fairly well the affairs of humans.

“You seem surprised to hear me say this” Elrond spoke. “Uh yeah uhm” you stuttured “Forgive me Lord Elrond it’s just..” you thought how you were going to tell him how pretentious and stuck up the elves could be in the most respectful way without offending and or angering him. He glanced at you with a small smile.

“You can be honest. I promise you I won’t be mad.” “Well they tend to be a little..” “pretentious, oblivious, pompous or headstrong?” He continued your sentence, leaving you slightly astounded to hear him talk about his own kind in that way.

Your puzzled face must have given him a reason to further explain. “Unlike most of my kin I am not a true elf. I am merely half-elven. A peredhel.” Something in the way he said that made your chest hurt. It sounded almost sad. “It is the reason why I am seeing things from a different perspective.” With those words you finally understood what felt so odd about him. Straight away it dawned on you. You remembered to have read about Beren and Lúthien. A mortal man and an elven Princess who found love. After their quest of stealing a silmaril from Morgoth himself they had been granted a life together. Elrond must have been one of their offsprings.

It bathed him in a special light. “I remember reading about half-elves.” Your curiosity got the best of you and you just had to ask. “Would you mind if I asked you a few questions later?”. Elrond gave you a short look with a soft smile. “You might do that. But not now. I‘ll introduce you to your duties here.”

With that Elrond led you through the royal part of Mithlond. Explaining where everyone was situated and what their occupations were. He told you everything you needed to know about the royal court. Being the High Kings Herald gave him a high status among the elves but him being „only“ half elven made it for him significantly harder to earn as much praise and success than the other elves.

Elrond you learned had to work hard to gain the rank of the Kings herald and saying he was not the absolute best candidate for it would be a lie. After a week of getting to know everyone and being taught how to write protocols and such you figured Elrond was a master in his work. You admired him. He looked like a young man barely of age but he was easily the wisest you had ever met. And kind. Taking you in just in time gave you a slight idea how generous he was. You were skeptical though. He proved to be even warmer and kinder than you could have imagined. He was incredibly patient and calm when teaching or explaining. When you messed up and panicked he was there in the blink of an eye and helped you relax, telling you it’s just a small mistake and that was not a bad thing. He was the first person ever to tell you that mistakes were not to be avoided at all costs. Instead he told you they were a good thing. Good as long as you learned from them. When every other elf in the city saw you making mistakes they would laugh and or belittle you. Elrond on the other hand encouraged you to keep going and try again. This half-elven was the best teacher you ever had. A beacon of light in the hard reality that living as a human in an elven city provided. As time passed you grew quite fond of him and you became somewhat like friends.

One day during one of the meetings the high King attended with his advisors and many elven lords from all of middle earth you were tasked to write down everything they said. One of the elven lords noticed you were human which apparently he was not particularly fond of. “What is this human doing here?” He yelled. Now everyone's eyes were fixed on you and you felt self conscious. “This is an elven court, you have no right to be here.” He came closer and tried to usher you out of the room. Elrond was quick to jump in from the High Kings right side and stepped forward. “This is Y/N. My assistant and I assure you she has every right to be here.” The half-elf objected with his flat outstretched hand moving down to the ground in an attempt to calm the upset elven lord. This seemed to fuel the elven lord's temper even more and he faced the High King. “You cannot allow this, your grace. These humans. They cannot be trusted. They are traitors!” He protested. “I vouch for her.” Elrond interrupted. “I will not listen to you peredhel. How can we know you are to be trusted?” The Elven lord's eyes glowed dangerously. “Enough.” the High King's voice boomed through the halls. “I will not allow you to speak like that about my herald Lord Araphor. He is my trusted ally and if you mistrust his judgment you mistrust mine.” Gil-Galad spoke with authority successfully rendering the elf silent. You turned your head towards Elrond and nodded slightly, thanking him for supporting you in front of all the high ranked elves. He nodded back at you acknowledging your gesture.

After that rather intense meeting you kept the support you received from Elrond and the High King in the back of your head. You would not forget and planned to thank them if you got the chance.

The next day was a Saturday, meaning the elves were retiring from their work a bit earlier in the day. In elven culture you had learned they worked longer hours and sometimes you figured even harder. It was all due to their immense stamina. You sure could not compare an elven worker with a human worker. They were built differently starting from growing higher in stature, to stronger and more persistent muscles. To top that off they required much less sleep to recover than the average human did. They fascinated you and made you feel much weaker in general. Anyway it was their time of the week when they would put away their work and enjoy the rest of the week and so your beloved best friend and a few of his and now your friends wanted to go to an alehouse in the city to have some fun and possibly drink the everyday stress away.

“Oh I am so excited for this.” Mallahir said walking down the road. “You’re gonna meet a few more of my friends and I think you’re gonna like them.” He mused. “Alright if you say so. Will it be like last time? The night we actually met each other for the first time?” You asked. “Oh maybe. Who knows. Depends on how much we all drink. Do you wish for me to keep an eye on you? Just to make sure you do not get drunk again like that night?” Mal teased. “Hey, watch it. You were pissed drunk yourself Lord I am a super Elf.��� You objected, making sure his feet stayed on the ground that arrogant ellon. “I was just playing along. I was in fact not that drunk. I was merely a bit tipsy.” The ellon walking beside you smiled. “Bullshit you and everyone were mashed.” You laughed.

The two of you giggled and entered the alehouse immediately spotting your friends. Elvish and humans all together on the biggest table available. Except for a few new faces you recognized everyone, especially that one particular person you hoped not to see again for at least the two months of your practicals. You knew you had to see him in classes but you refrained from thinking about it as long as you could. After greeting everyone you settled down next to your friend. Friendly chattering and laughing soon followed and everyone was having a good time enjoying themselves. The moon above rose higher and higher and so did the alcohol level with each passing hour. Eventually you decided you needed to get out of the room. It became far too stuffy in there and your ears felt hot due to the intoxicated state you were in by now. You went straight through the front door to catch some fresh air outside when a familiar voice called your name.

Tagging @lotrnonsense​ / @captainbutterflygirl2​ @thesolarangel​ @lazymeriadoc​ @bananaphanta​ @betty-not-boop​ @fenharel-enaste​ 

[despairinthedeparturelounge]

Dragon Fall

It's a war and Thranduil gets injured, you on the other hand must act quick.

Thranduil x Elf!F!Reader, Elrond x F!Reader

Warnings: mention of blood/death, it's not ansty though, reader is Elrond's daughter, happy ending.

Possible typos and bad grammar, like & Comments are very much appreciated

brennil nín : my lady

bui govad adar nín : i must see my father

Athon : we will

Mellnín : my dear

You took a sharp breath as the man next to you tried to clean your open wound,

It was still bleeding and cleaning the skin around it looked such a pointless action to be done over and over again but you promised to be seated on that chair and you did so.

The soldiers walked into the tent as one of them stepped forward and bowed down before talking, "my lady.."

"Where is he? Did you find him?"

You said rising to your feet immediately,

The soldier looked down without saying a word making you frown and walk another step forward, "did you find him? Answer me!" You shouted with shaky voice filled with fear and anger,

"No, my lady the king is nowhere to be seen"

Your anger turned into furiousness "then searched the unseen!" You burst out louder than before "lift every damned corpse human, elf or beast! I want him found!" You slammed your wounded hand hard on the wooden table before you making the men flinch in surprise "and do not come back unless you have done your duty! You heard me?"

Pointing your index finger swiftly to his face drops of your bloody hand landed on his face, "yes my queen."

You nodded "go now, faster" you command without a single emotion on your face.

He was there beside you before the dragon appear, you lost him there and moments later the land was divided in two and fire was everywhere burning the dead and alive, the scene was right before your eyes playing over and over again.

Wiping the tear from your cheek you felt the wetness of blood being spread on your face, "lady Y/n, you're bleeding,"

"I'm covered in blood i don't think a wound would do much different." You replied moving back to the chair you were sitting on previously.

You rested your head on your hand to close your eyes for a moment when a scream from outside of the tent caught your attention you quickly stood up to run out but the soldiers were faster to step inside while carrying a thing in their arms, placing the man on the table.

Your eyes found the capitan with the hope of answering your questioning eyes, his eyes met yours "we found him near the dragon fall" you gasped covering your mouth with your hand moving to the person he claimed to be your king,

You looked at his ringed fingers dirty with blood and mud reaching your fingers out to touch his, the warm of his hand calmed you down as you let out a shaky breath, "thran-"

You looked at the cloth covering his face, "the king is severely injured, we need to send for our healers at once"

You slowly removed the cloth to meet his burnt face and neck, your heart ached looking at him, your knees went weak feeling like they can't hold the weight of your body anymore.

You sobbed loudly squeezing his hand in yours as you kneeled down before him, "there is no time for that" you mumbled kissing his knuckles with your chopped lips, "but my lady"

You stood up with the help of table edge, still staring at his face wishing he would at least open his eyes, saving the picture of his damaged eye, gazing at him

"get half the soldiers remaining, those who can bear a trip," looking at your capitan with red teary eyes, "we shall travel to Rivendell, the faster the better"

"Should we send a messenger to inform lord Elrond first?" He hesitated at first

"That's a fine idea capitan" you gave him a faint smile as he bowed down giving you a certain look, you pointed to the exit allowing him to leave.

Your gaze found your lover again as his almost lifeless body was on the table with other elves treating his open scars, you could still smell the dragon breath on him, his hair and his armour, "give me a clean cloth"

You said looking at the elf standing next to you as she quickly handed you the wet piece and by that you started to clean the dried blood from his lips and remaining skin, "stay with me my love, you'll be fine"

You spoke softly near his ear

"We'll be fine and back home, don't you miss home?" Kissing his ear carefully you let your tears drop on his hair while caressing it, "you're gonna be so angry about your hair now"

"My queen, the ride is ready" you blinked a few times before standing up again, looking at your husband one more time you let go of his hand "tell the guards to carry the king gently, i shall leave to meet my father first"

"Yes my lady, i get your elk ready"

With the help of a maiden you wore a cloak over your ripped clothes, "is she alive?" You panted holding the cloak in your hand,

"Safe and sound my queen" you smiled out of relief, "that would do it then capitan."

Your solo ride to Rivendell was difficult due to all the injuries and burden you were carrying both on your body and mind, using only one hand to control your elk made your pace to be slower than what you actually wanted, hours have passed and you finally saw the gates of your town, removing the hood from your head allow the cool breeze to reach your hair,

Deep down you never liked the way your hair looked, the two colour opposite of each other, like they ran out of ink and under your hair remained colourless, brightly white. Whilst the top of it was brown, like how it was suppose to be, like your father, like your siblings.

Your father on the other hand adored it more than anything ever possible, calls it a blessing that you carry a bit more of your mother with you,

He made you value and take care of the gifts given to you.

The sound of waterfall made you open your tried eyes, "i need to see lord Elrond" you addressed the few guards that were standing before you.

The guards were still on the way of your elk, seems like it's been so long for them to remember you,

You thought, when a voice made them all step aside "brennil nín" the familiar voice made you smile as you tried your best to get off of the animal, "Kera.." you whispered the she-elf name watching her walk closer to the guards, "Kera, bui govad adar nín!"

"Athon"

She held your arm to help you walk the hallways, "Valar be good! we need to tend this wounds at once my lady" you immediately disagreed looking at her worried face "my father first, this matter is urgent Kera!"

"Mellnín"

"Ada.." the lamp in your throat grew larger when your father appeared from behind the doors of a chamber, you sobbed running to his open arms, "half his face is burnt ada, the wound looked awfully painful and... and i-" you gulped moving your hand to mimic the exact place of the scar and to talk all was in your polluted mind you talked faster and more breathlessly with tears running down your cheek,

"The messenger you sent arrived here, You did the right thing" the voice was calming and approved your worried eyes of the decision you made hours ago,

He held your face in his hands to wipe the tears gently with his thumb, "come, Vanimelda let us take care of everything." He said kissing your forehead while carrying you back into the chamber, holding your shoulder.

Your body yearned for anything that could silence the pain it was bearing around for too long now.

The high burning fever made it so difficult for you to keep an eye open and the tender touches your father would left on your face made it even harder, "rest a bit now, you're safe" the words faded away as your body gave in and let your eyes to be close finally.

It felt like it was just a bad dream, a bad night that could be escaped right after you open your eyes, "there my lady, can you open your eyes?"

You heard a voice from distance as your mind tried to make up pictures, your body was now pain free, bringing your hand to your neck and face you barely could sense the thing you touched but you could tell the fever was gone,

Your eyes suddenly flutter open with the realisation of where you are,

"Valar.... Thranduil!!"

You almost shouted jumping from the bed you were lying in, rubbing your eyes to fix your blurry sight you looked around the chamber, "my lady you need to rest more" walking to the door you fixed the shoulder of the gown you were wearing

"where's my father?" Shouting while walking away, the maids pointed to the closed door of your father's personal chamber, quickly making your way to the chamber you opened the heavy doors with all the strength left in you only to be greeted by half dozen of healer elves gathering upon a bed, "ada" you whispered stumbling inside to reach the bed you assumed Thranduil was on.

"Y/n he's fine, look at me!" He took your jaw in his hand forcing you to look at him, your eyes filled with tears again, "his injuries are not fatal my dear, he's a strong elf"

You sniffed tilting your head, "and you're even stronger, my strong girl. You make me so proud and worried at the same time like always." You smiled still looking at his kind eyes.

"I thought i lost him"

"You saved him, you saved a king and a realm and you brought me back my daughter" taking your cold hands in his, he softly opened your fist with his fingers "so many lives were saved because of you, the lady of Mirkwood" pressing your lips together you were ready to thank him for all he was done when a grunting sound came from his behind, you looked at your father once again when he allowed you to approach the bed,

kissing his hands you let go of them to make your way to your husband,

"Meleth nín" you mouthed sitting on the bed next to him immediately taking his wounded hand, your touch made him try to open his eyes but the light in the room still was too much for his sensitive eyes,

"Y/n...."

"Yes, yes i'm here, i'm right here!" Carefully you placed your hand above his face to make a shelter from the light, "open your eyes now slowly would you?"

Moving your face closer to him, he tried to open his eyes slowly because of the shadow you provided.

His eyes found you the moment they opened, you could see the injured eye, the damaged was made and it made you want to cry again.

"my love"

"Hello..."

"You're here" his expression soften taking the sight of you with his whole heart.

"Of curse i am!! Oh heavens i thought i lost you for a second" you cried out placing his hand on your heart, it felt like it was gonna come right out through your chest.

"Are you alright my love?" You nodded as he sat back with the help of two other elves, moving forward you tried to fix the cousions for his back to sit comfortably, the light dimming on your skin showed the bruises drawn all over it,

He brushed his hand on your back, "i'm so sorry"

You touched your shoulder when the weight of something on your body made you both look up,

Your father placed a cloak on your shoulders to cover your bare back before speaking

"Don't say that, you both fought with bravery"

Thranduil sat more straight still holding your hand

"Lord Elrond, i am so thankful for all you did,"

"Take all the time you need, and don't pay any mind to the scar we will get that fixed" he said smiling telling others to leave the room after him.

Moments after being alone you crawled completely onto the bed resting your head on his chest as he breath, tracing shapes on the shown skin from his unbotten top, the rising and falling movement of his chest and heartbeat made you smile bigger than ever possible,

"I heard all the sweet things you whispered, your voice was all in my ear"

You looked up without moving much from his embrace,

"It was torture not being able to answer you, to tell you that i'm fine"

"But you weren't fine"

He looked at you side ways smiling, "i am now, and so you are!" He kissed your forehead moving downward to your lips, giving them small kisses, "and we have someone waiting at home for us you know,"

He nodded kissing you once again

"We'll be there soon my love, i promise this"

Taking a deep breath you closed your eyes observing the warmth of his hands, finally resting all the worries and washing them away.  

[system-to-the-madness]

Not Forever - Elrond x Reader

Pairing: tRoP!Elrond x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: fluff Word Count: 1 044 Warnings: mentions of Sauron and death Summary: During the longest night, Elrond and you are on patrol around the refuge A/N: Rather unsurprisingly, tRoP!Elrond was the winner of the poll! Also: This is posting exactly as the sun is setting in my city.

Cold starlight glittered overhead, covered partially by the bare branches of old trees. It was only early afternoon, but the longest night of the year had already begun shortly past noon. 

Turning your head, you spied your companion stepping through the fallen leaves, carrying a pouch with provision over his shoulder. It wasn't much, since you were only patrolling the lands surrounding the new settlement that had been built as refuge for the elves of Eregion. Trying to block out the anger that patrols had become a necessity now, the rage at the mindless destruction of peace and beauty for power, you called for Elrond, who closed the last meters between you.

"It seems quiet in the south for now," he told you. "What about the east?"

"Nothing," you replied, "but the stars have come out."

Elrond followed the line you indicated with a reach of your hand and leant his head back to look at the sky above.

Instead of turning your eyes the same direction, you watched him. His hair had grown longer since the battle, and now fell in soft locks almost down to his shoulders, shifting as he moved his head to get a better look at the stars. Their light sparkled in his eyes, and for a moment the burden of grief and responsibility fell off his shoulders. It seemed like a lightness returned to him, an upwards tucking of the corners of his mouth, one you had not seen in several moons upon his face. It made your heart beat harder, and you barely were able to resist the urge to brush away a curl of his hair that had caught on his cheek. 

As if he had felt your eyes on him, he turned to look at you. The forest was dark, safe for the stars above, but still you could make out that his expression grew ever softer as he took you in. Your breaths condensed as white clouds between your faces while he considered your form, wrapped in the warmest coat you had found, feet tightly tucked into some light, but warm boots, bow thrown over your shoulder, quiver with arrows on your back and a sword strapped to your hip.

"You're cold," he observed, a frown creasing his brow, and he stepped forward, placing his hands at your upper arms and rubbing gently. It was a strangely intimate gesture, one like he had often shared with you recently, but you did not find it in you to refuse his approach. His hands were warm in the winter night, and his touch filled with familiarity and light, that pushed back against the darkness that had begun to spread over the lands even before the sun had reached the highest point of the shortest day.

"The winter feels colder this year," you finally answered, praying that Elrond would not mind the way you had lent into his touch. But he yet had to draw away, so you told yourself not to mind.

"It's Sauron's darkness that draws the warmth out of all that is good in this world," Elrond answered, his voice having taken the heavy tone he often struck recently. "I cannot even feel the warmth in the ground anymore. It is frozen in more ways than the winter would allow."

You knew what he was talking about. Even when the ground was frozen solid, there were always the lingering traces of life, the roots of trees that roped through the earth, young acorns and other seeds, waiting for spring warmth before starting to grow their first leaves, bugs and worms or even rabbits. But none of that life was there now, only cold, frozen, dead soil.

“I love the stars, but this cold makes me think this night will last forever,” you admitted guiltily. “It no longer carries the comfort it once did. It’s distant now, and dangerous.”

“It is not the night’s darkness that carries the danger, but Sauron’s,” Elrond answered. “But this night, just like all the others before, shall pass.” Carefully he moved one of his hands from your shoulder up to your cheek, his warmth sending a shiver down your spine, his smooth skin gentle against yours. “Even the darkest night will end and when the stars’ light fades by sunbeams, our hearts will be filled with hope once more.” 

You inhaled deeply, the icy air, the scent of fallen leaves and the warmth of Elrond’s hand at your cheek before you looked up at him.

“It seems impossible,” you denied. “Like I’m suffocating in the dark.”

“You won’t, I won’t let you,” Elrond promised, taking a step closer and resting his forehead against yours. He was warm and alive, and it felt like golden light was bleeding from his touch into your heart, lifting the darkness that had wrapped around it. “We will face this night together and welcome the sun again. And we will hold onto each other and defeat whatever darkness lingers in this world. I will not let you despair; this I promise you.”

Tightly closing your eyes at his words, you inhaled shakily and nodded. “I promise, too,” you replied and even though your answer was simple, you knew Elrond understood how important the words’ meaning was.

For a few more moments he held you there, forehead to forehead, breath condensing to mist between your bodies, but eventually he drew back.

“Let’s have some of the Lembas and the fruit,” he suggested, rubbing his thumb over your cheek as if to rub life back into your skin, or to chase away the heat that had begun rising at the proximity, you could not be sure. 

Settling down on the frozen ground, leaning against a fallen tree, Elrond unpacked the provisions, handing you some of them before scooting so close that eventually his side was pressed against yours. With a reassuring smile he wrapped his cloak around the two of you, warmth beginning to chase out the cold and as you rested your head against his shoulder, feeling him lean his cheek against your hair, both of you watching the stars slowly move over the sky while eating the sweet, dried fruit, you suddenly felt as if Elrond was right; the night would not last forever.

[wordbunch]

Winter Forest (Legolas x f!reader) > part II

PART ONE HERE

PART 3 HERE

a/n: here’s the second part!! firstly, thank you all for the kind comments on the first part, and I’m beyond happy you enjoyed it! secondly... I’m really sorry for making you wait for ages for the second part, I was super busy with uni. however, the third and final part is more than half written already, so, stay tuned 😁 I hope you enjoy this one too, do let me know about it ❤️

warnings: none! the smallest bit of angst if you really squint, but still mostly wholesome. (is Pippin a warning? he might be.)

SUMMARY: [Y/N], Lord Elrond’s daughter, and sort of a wild-card, and prince Legolas form a close friendship from their earliest childhoods. This story follows significant moments between them and how their relationship progresses over time. This part happens during the ring quest!!! slow-ish burn, friends-to-lovers, mutual piningggg 😌

🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃

F I V E

(a/n: right after the mines of moria)

“I think even your father back in Mirkwood can hear how you are breathing right now, my friend,” [Y/N] stated, attempting in vain to lighten the mood. She wasn’t even sure what she thought or felt at the moment, but she was utterly terrified. After all, they had just encountered an ancient demon that she and Legolas had only heard about in stories, and then they lost potentially the strongest member of the Fellowship. To put it mildly... things didn’t seem to be going swimmingly.

“I am just unsure how to...process all of this at the moment,” Legolas muttered, his breathing just a bit faster than usual, but [Y/N]’s ears picked up on it effortlessly. “I never thought it would be so real.”

“Neither did I,” the girl confessed, carefully approaching the blond elf. “But here we are now. Maybe we shouldn’t have wished for a great adventure when we were merely children,” she attempted to make Legolas at least smile a little bit, but he seemed to be still absolutely overwhelmed by all the recent events. How does an immortal being process sudden death anyway?

“Perhaps you should consider getting some rest? Do you think you could maybe sleep for a little bit, now when we make camp?” [Y/N] suggested in a very concerned voice, not used to Legolas being in such a mood, but it was more than understandable. Quite frankly, she herself wasn’t sure how she was holding it together.

“There’s no need,” Legolas’ eyes finally met hers, only to see the same distress and fear in her own eyes, “you know I need very little sleep anyway.”

“Yes, I do know that we do not require sleep in the same way that humans do, but after all of this, I really think it would do you good to get some rest, Legolas,” the girl persisted. “I will be right here and nothing will happen,” [Y/N] went on with a gentle hand rested atop his shoulder. Her expressive eyes burned into his. He could never say no to that look.

“I suppose we could stand guard later in the night, when the others grow too tired,” Legolas exhaled, at last giving in to his friend’s concerns. In that moment, he wished it was just the two of them somewhere far away, and alone together, so he could just melt into her arms. And not be beside himself with fear, especially the fear of something indescribable happening to [Y/N].

“That sounds alright to me,” [Y/N] nodded, a small smile almost creeping up onto her face. He said we, she thought, giddy like a child. It wasn’t anymore “you and I,” it was the two of them together. She couldn’t describe how and why it made her feel all sorts of things, but there was something about it. 

The girl led him to where she had intended to sit down for a short while and plopped down on the ground. Legolas followed wordlessly, resting his head on her lap and sprawling out across the grass. He suddenly became aware of the immense tiredness weighing down on him as he let out a long sigh. Although he was lying down on the ground, he felt like he had never been more comfortable; among the impending disasters, a moment of serenity. Of comfort and warmth. Of home. [Y/N] brushed her slender fingers through his hair slowly and soothingly, and Legolas enveloped her other hand in his as he allowed himself to close his eyes and drift off.

[Y/N]’s heart fluttered, but she kept her breathing calm for Legolas’ sake - after all, he could hear even the smallest of sounds perfectly. She draped her cape over his shoulders - he probably wouldn’t get cold anyway but... just in case.

The blond’s breaths became even and calm quite soon as the girl kept absentmindedly raking her fingers through his hair. For just a moment, she allowed herself to feel. Everything around them was terrifying, life-threatening, unpredictable. They had lost Gandalf already, who knew what else was coming? Her mind was racing, but Legolas slightly moved and she came back to reality. His brows were furrowed in his sleep, and she ran a gentle hand across his cheek.

“Sleep, my star. sleep. you’re safe,” she muttered in elvish, as if they were back home. She couldn’t help but wonder what would it be like to fall asleep so close together, time after time, away from life-threatening situations and what felt like the world’s ending. But now everything was too risky and too dangerous to allow love to come into play as well. They were risking so much already - it wouldn’t be wise to put their hearts on the line as well. What good would it do to confess to any feelings, when there was a high chance of something tragic happening to her during the quest (along with everyone else involved), and then she would just leave Legolas hurting? He had lost his mother already, [Y/N] had lost hers too – it was better to put love aside and focus on surviving. And stay as close as possible to Legolas at all times, treasuring the time they can share, if nothing else.

Best she could do for now was hope for a good outcome of the quest, and then afterwards to, potentially, handle the matters of the heart.

🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃 

S I X

(a/n: not any specific event, just sometime during the quest)

“My lady” [Y/N] heard a hesitant little voice appear from somewhere between the trees. She was sitting down, stitching up a part of her tunic that got slashed through during the last orc encounter. The rest of the fellowship were who knows where. Hopefully safe.

“Yes, Pippin?” she smiled warmly at the hobbit as he made his way to her, clutching something behind his back. “Strange seeing you without Merry anywhere in sight.” Pippin let out a breathy laugh.

“I was actually hoping to talk to you, my lady,” he confessed, looking down at the ground and then back at the elven lady.

“Of course. And there is no need for formal titles, I am just me,” she smiled reassuringly.

“Sorry,” he muttered, almost blushing. In a millisecond, he offered her a bunch of forest flowers that he had been hiding behind his back – he’d spent all morning finding the most beautiful ones. “These are for you.”

“Oh, my goodness! They are beautiful, Pippin! thank you so much!” [Y/N] gasped out in surprise, gathering the flowers in her hands.  “That is very nice of you, I shall not ever forget it.”

“I’m happy you like them,” Pippin smiled bashfully. “And actually, I was going to say that, lad-, [Y/n], I have taken a liking to you and, well, I just wanted to let you know. In case something goes terribly wrong – I’m not saying that it will, but-”

“Pippin,” [Y/N] spoke softly, laying a hand on the hobbit’s shoulder, “I greatly appreciate your honesty and I applaud your courage, and you are wonderful, but unfortunately I am already courting someone else,” she stated sympathetically. Leaves rustled in the background as Pippin offered her a sad smile.

“I… didn’t know that, my lady,” he stood as tall as he could to hide his disappointment, “But thank you for the kind words.”

“Thank you for the flowers, once again,” [Y/N] replied and pulled the little hobbit into a brief hug, so as to console him at least a little bit.

“If anything happens to your mystery lover,” Pippin began after letting go of the hug, “you know where to find me!” He gave her a silly wink and he was off, leaving [Y/N] equally amused and confused by the situation. Hobbits, she muttered to herself.

“You are eavesdropping,” she claimed in a sing-song voice in the direction of rustling leaves. Indeed she was right, a moment after, Legolas emerged from that part of the forest.

“I was merely looking out, you were quite unguarded,” Legolas murmured, hiding his awkwardness with a small cough.

“I was not alone. And even if I was, you know better than anyone that I am able to defend myself.”

“I am aware of that, but I am also always happy to assist you.” Legolas seemed crestfallen as he sat down next to the girl. He was feeling as though the sharpest arrow had pierced through his heart – his closest friend had given her heart to another lucky person. Immensely lucky person. 

“You are… “ he began hesitantly, “you are courting someone? I was unaware of that.” He looked down at the ground, too saddened to look up and meet [Y/N]’s eyes.

“What? No!” she laughed after a small shock. “Firstly, you know I would share any important information, such as that, with you. Secondly, I spend the most of my time in your company anyway – how would I have the time to entertain another?” She lifted up his chin with her index finger gently and graced him with a fond smile. She knew him well enough to recognize the sadness in his eyes instantaneously. “And third, I had not the heart to tell Pippin that elves and hobbits could never possibly be happy together. I wished not to completely crush his hopes. Admittedly, he showed extraordinary courage just coming up to me and telling me all that.”

“Of course. It was foolish of me to think otherwise,” Legolas retorted, his skin almost burning in the place where [Y/N]’s fingers had been a moment earlier. He tried to conceal a relieved smile, but he was certain that she could see straight through him.

“Nothing to worry about,” she mused as she returned to her stitching of the tunic. There was something in the air, she half-expected Legolas to continue speaking, but then… nothing.

The blond was feeling immense relief, but something prevented him from confessing to any feelings at all. It was clear as a day, it had been, for a while, that he was completely and utterly in love with [Y/N]. But in the face of dangers, of battles and the threats they were facing on the daily… he couldn’t bring himself to risk their hearts as well. If something happened to him – he couldn’t stand the thought of leaving [Y/N] hurting. If something happened to her, he had no idea how he would carry on. For the time being, maybe it was best to not burden her with his desires of the heart, and then break hers when something terrible inevitably happens. For now, he decided, he will do everything in his power to protect her and stay close to her, and then, someday, when the quest is finished, converse about the feelings that had been sitting on his chest for hundreds of years.

He fell silent and fished around one of the pockets of his tunic until he gripped an all-too-well known item: the rock that [Y/N] had given him hundreds and hundreds of years ago, on the day they first practiced archery together. It was like a token of reassurance and, hopefully, good luck – she was there. She was fine. She will be there for many more years to come.

🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃 

S E V E N

(a/n: after the battle of minas tirith)

In [Y/N]’s humble opinion, the battle at Minas Tirith was the ultimate craziest thing she had ever done. She couldn’t even wrap her head around the fear that consumed her, the dangers all around her, the amount of weapons that were swung around and the number of fired arrows. The horrible weather wasn’t helping either, but as the battle started to die down, in favor of the side she was fighting on, surprisingly… she realized she couldn’t see Legolas anywhere. And generally he was quite easy to spot, and she had great eyesight after all. Maybe it was the fear blocking her senses, her heart increasingly pounding in her ears. The girl frantically looked around, standing on her tiptoes for added height, as she turned her head left and right searching for a head full of platinum blond hair. Nowhere to be seen.

I should have told him, I should have told him, I should have told him that I loved him, she scolded herself relentlessly as she searched around one of her pockets for a broken little arrow shaft. She let out a little exhale as she gripped the familiar artifact, one that she had saved hundreds of years ago, for then-unknown reasons, when the prince had first showed her how to shoot a bow. Twirling it between her fingers, [Y/N] allowed her aching legs to take her around the chaotic battlefield in search for the elf whom she held deeply in her heart. He cannot be gone… right? His skills are almost unparalleled, he’s fast and agile with unbelievable reflexes – he couldn’t have been fatally injured… or worse? The elf swallowed thickly, looking up into the ominously dark sky, praying desperately to any and every heavenly being there was. With unshed tears in her fiery eyes, she marched on towards the stronghold, hoping to at least spot some familiar faces that could direct her to wherever Legolas was. If he still was. She almost winced at the thought, but bit her lip and went on.

The kill-count that Legolas had going on with Gimli was all but forgotten as he took off running to the highest vantage point he could find, hoping to spot [Y/N] somewhere. Firstly, he couldn’t believe that the two of them had separated on the battlefield to being with, and secondly, he scolded himself a little bit for it. He skipped multiple stone steps at a time, no matter how slippery they were and how many people he had to expertly avoid – his heart was racing and [Y/N] was the only thing on his mind. She couldn’t have been terribly injured, or anything like that; she was an incredible fighter and the two of them had trained together all their lives, pushing one another to their limits. Oh, what he would give to have her safe in Rivendell right in that moment, away from death and destruction. No matter how big of a crowd, Legolas always succeeded in finding the elven girl rather quickly – she was the one who always drew his sharp gaze to herself without even trying – but this time there seemed to be an exception. She seemed nowhere to be found.

Too many things were happening at once and Legolas just wanted to shut his eyes and find himself in [Y/N]’s warm embrace, yet again, breathe her in and finally confess to her every deepest desire of his heart. Every single magical thing he had been feeling towards her for who knows how many years. He had to stop trying to interpret her actions and words for him, stop trying to discern whether they were romantic or not, just seize the moment, and be outright. After all that had happened during the quest, he stopped thinking of love and war as equally dangerous. There was uncertainty in both, chance of getting hurt, but war wasn’t home. [Y/N] was home. Love was home. Love was [Y/N].

Having found a high enough spot to look over the battlefield from, Legolas’ eyes started searching around frantically, and his heart almost stopped dead when he noticed that one girl slowly but surely making her way through a sea of soldiers. He took a shuddering breath and called out her name as clearly as possible, and a couple times just in case. She stopped in her tracks and looked around, searching for the source of the sound as she clutched the tunic over her chest. It was unmistakably Legolas’ voice, and she thought her heart would jump out of her chest as she noticed him standing up on a half-ruined stone staircase. She didn’t know whether her relief or her joy were larger, but it didn’t matter much anyway – she just wanted to get to him as soon as possible. Pushing through people, dead orcs on the ground, mud, discarded weapons, she got nearer to the bottom of the broken staircase just as Legolas had basically jumped down as fast as possible. In the blink of an eye, [Y/N] was holding tightly onto him trying to steady her breathing and her hands wandered over his back, arms, neck, hair, anything she could feel to assuage herself that Legolas was still very much alive and well.

He gripped her into the world’s tightest embrace, feeling like an enormous weight had been lifted off of his chest.

“I thought, I-“ she staggered out, having pulled away to slightly to look up at his face. “I thought I might never see you again,” she croaked out, voice breaking at the end of the sentence as some tears were set free from her eyes. Legolas wiped them away softly with his fingers and gently slid them down the girl’s cheek. His eyes burned into hers.

“I am here, my flower. Alive and well,” he gave her the warmest of smiles, “and I am most pleased to see that you are, as well.” The blond almost laughed out of sheer joy and relief. Only [Y/N] could notice a tiny tear or two hiding in the corners of his eyes. In order to stop herself from fully breaking into tears completely, she put a hand over her mouth and instantaneously Legolas pulled her into another bone-crushing hug. His strong arms were securely wrapped around her waist and steadying her shivering body, and Legolas, searching for some comfort and reassurance himself, buried his face in the crook of her neck. It was utterly unimportant that both of them were rain-soaked, ashy and dirty; he pressed his face into her soft skin, heartbeats finally evening out, even thumping in sync, after all the stress they had went through. There, on blood and rain-soaked ground, moments after one of the most terrifying events of both their lives, Legolas managed to finally muster up the courage to leave a warm, gentle kiss somewhere above [Y/N]’s elegant collarbone, as a small affectionate token of what he hoped was to come, a brand new chapter in their story. Love before war, love during the war, love after the war.

Naturally, he would have to eventually state his feelings clearly, but for now… this was the very first step.

🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃 

“and your laugh is like the spray of the sea, your head is a star between my hands, the world grows green again when you smile” (Octavio Paz)

-

“I carry your breath in my hands / like warm sun at dusk. / Your laughter vines through my hair, roots growing into my heart.” (?)

🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃 

[why-what-no]

First Meeting

Pairing: Elrond (ROP) x Reader

Warnings: None, Some Silmarillion Lore Mentions

Summary: After a lifetime of Elrond imagining what would happen when he first met his love, the half-elf encountered a being in the forest that left him awestruck.

Requested by: @writing-fanics

Throughout his life, Elrond had always tried to imagine his future love. Creating images in his head about what they would look like or what their personality would be. There'd be so many scenarios in his head about what he and them would do together. And most importantly, their first meeting.

He had always been a romantic, teased by his brother for it. But the teasing had always been gentle, and Elrond had always known that his brother had admired that romantic quality of his.

When he got older, however, he knew that he had to leave those thoughts behind. His career had to take precedent. Slowly, ideas for how to improve Middle Earth took over his ideas of love. Keeping busy and putting his whole heart and mind into his ambition. When Elrond cared about something, he made sure to make it his top priority.

But in the evening, when he was settling down for bed, some of those hopes and dreams for a relationship would return. When he couldn’t hide the fact that he sometimes felt so lonely.

His brother was gone, his friends were either his superiors or were always traveling to far off lands. The idea of someone putting him first, and letting him put them first, was a powerful desire

Despite that, however, Elrond went on with his life. Until everything he had pushed into the back of his mind happened.

Until the imagined "first meeting" was a reality.

There was a forest around Lindon that Elrond loved to walk through on those days where he needed a break from his duties. The leaves providing a gentle shade, a gorgeous green that brought a relaxing atmosphere. There was a feeling in that forest, like time stood still and allowed him to be free.

It was there that he finally met (Y/N). When the sound of a cracked branch brought his attention to the person agilely climbing down from one of the trees. Jumping down and landing gracefully just feet away from Elrond. 

He could only stop and stare.

It was obvious from the pointed ears and the lovely features that she was elvish. But the half-elf could swear that in all his life, he had never been so captivated by another being like he was with her. 

Elrond had heard stories of Thingol, the first King of Doriath, when he met his wife Melian, one of the Maia.

He had been traversing through forests to visit his friend when he came across Melian, awestruck by her beauty. He took her hand, and for years he stood there with her, having forgotten his people from the sight of the powerful and beautiful being. 

It was in the moment when he saw (Y/N) that he finally understood the spell that had taken over King Thingol. 

***

It was only because of great luck to those who depended on Elrond that he only stayed, basking in her presence, for a few days. But he could barely bring himself to care. Needing to know her, to learn her name and the things that brought her joy.

When he finally left, he vowed to return as soon as possible. 

(Y/N) lived in the forest, keeping to herself. The nature brought her joy and the animals were her friends. But when she met Elrond, she knew that there would be a chance that she would give that up to be with him. 

He would never ask her for that, knowing how special the trees and land around Lindon was. However, to (Y/N), he was the most special thing she had ever seen. She just wants to see him every day.

As for Elrond, those fantasies of meeting his love had disappeared, finally having met the person he knew that he would spend the rest of his life with.

And no one else could possibly compare to her.

Taglist: @dark-academia-slut @silverhart93

[specialagentlokitty]

Legolas x reader - another life

Heyo, would you be willing to write a Legolas x Elven!reader with 27, 30, 33, maybe they've been friends since they were really young and shes been in love with him for many years, you can decide where it goes. 💜💙 - Anon💜

27. “I got so good at lying, even I started to believe them.”

30. “I just know it won’t happen…”

33. “I loved the way you always had hope…”

Watching the elf prince wonder by as he talked to a couple of guards, you sighed to yourself as you adjusted the bag on your back.

The king had banished you, though he’d known you your whole life, he’d told you to leave the kingdom by morning or he’d have you killed.

All because you fell in love with his son.

Pulled your hood up a little more, you tightened your cloak around you as you turned around.

First you made your way to Legolas quarters, slipping in, you pulled a small letter out and set it neatly on his bed, along with the small dagger you had crafted for him before leaving.

Thankfully not a lot of people were about, many knew not to wonder the streets after dark unless they really knew what they were doing.

And you were one of those people.

Making your way out of the forest, you pat your horse on the neck and have him a small smile as you climbed on to his back.

“It’s just you and me old friend.” You whispered.

You were upset you had to leave your home, but truth be told the only it felt like home was Legolas. Everyone else treated you like a monster, simply because you were the last of a dead race of elves.

Unlike them, you didn’t have fair hair and pale skin. No.

You had skin are red as the blood that ran through your veins, black lines trailed along your skin. Marks you’ve had since birth.

They said you were cursed.

Maybe you were.

Sighing to yourself again, you didn’t spare the spiteful kingdom one look as you left.

For months your traveled, helped people and explored.

Sitting in a small town, you were nibbling some bread as you looked at the map in front of you.

“Look like you could use an adventure.”

You looked up, watching as the man sat down.

“Gandalf, you must be (Y/N), yes?”

You rose a brow but never replied to his question.

“Lord Elrond told me you were coming here, and I am in need of someone to help me.”

Gandalf explained that he needed helping delivering something to a small village but he wasn’t able to go that far because he wasn’t welcome there.

You were skeptical, but when he offered to pay you, you took the job.

You needed the money, you were running out and you had to find a safe place to eat and sleep every once in a while.

“Fine. I’ll take the job.”

“Thank you.”

He handed you a small bag and then a pouch of coins which made you tilt your head at him.

“I could just take these and run.”

“But you won’t.” He smiled.

He got up and left and you made your way to the room you had rented for the night and very quickly fell asleep.

You woke up at the crack of Dawn and gathered everything, tossing some coins on the bar you left.

“Let’s go!”

The horse waiting for you made a noice and bowed down, allowing you to climb on to his back before leaving to the town.

The village wasn’t that far away, half a day at most so you decided to take it slow but still make it there by night fall.

As you did, you noticed you weren’t the only one at this village, a lot of other horses were here as well and you decided to go by foot.

“Hide.”

The horse ran away while you slowly walked in, eyes scanning everything for the tavern Gandalf had told you to deliver the bag to.

Making your way in, you blended in with everyone and walked over to the bar tender.

“I have something from Gandalf.”

You hauled the bag over and set it on the counter.

“He said you’d know what to do with it.”

“Thank you.”

You gave a small nod and turned to leave when someone stood in front of you.

“You shouldn’t be in this area.” A guard spoke.

“I’m leaving, I was simply tasked with delivering something.”

He reached for his sword and you did the same.

“Enough!”

You tensed up at the voice.

Connecting eyes with the elven Prince, you quickly ran back towards the edge of the village.

“Kori!”

The horse came running from around the corner and you gripped on to his mane, pulling yourself up as you guys rushed away from the village.

When you thought you were clear you slowed down to let Kori breath as you jumped back down, sitting on the grass as you took a deep breath.

“So, you’re running now?”

“Legolas…”

He knelt in front of you and reached over, pulling the cloak hood down from the back of your head.

You moved your eyes from him, and he sighed, gently placing his hand on your neck.

“Where did you go? Why did you leave?”

“I had no choice…”

“There is always a choice.”

You scoffed, shaking your head as you jumped up.

“Your father is the king! I had no choice, he would’ve killed me!”

Legolas stood up, he went to walk closer but he quickly stopped himself.

“Why? What did you do…?” He whispered.

“I got so good at lying, even I started to believe them.”

“(Y/N)?”

You took a deep breath, you’d been holding all of this in for so long. You never said anything because you had to promise not to.

But now you weren’t living in Mirkwood it didn’t matter.

“I loved the way you always had hope…” you whispered, “I loved the way you fought for what was right, you never bowed down and did what anyone told you…”

Legolas stood in there in shock and you gave a sad smile.

“But I just couldn’t say anything…”

“Why? Why didn’t you tell me…?”

“I just know it won’t happen…”

Walking over, you pressed a kiss to his cheek and took a few steps back.

“Go back to the village Legolas. Maybe another lifetime.”

“Don’t go!”

You smiled and shrugged.

“I have too…”

Walking away from him, he made no attempt to stop you.

He just hoped he’d see you again one day

[decadentenemyturtle]

Undying love

Chapter 1

Pairing: Thorin x Reader

Words: 1,319

All chapters of Undying love

Fíli sat on the throne, leaning a little forward to his left hand which was on the armrest of throne. The crown of a crown prince - a smaller and simpler version of the crown of the king – had been heavy on his head, weighing down his head and shoulders. It wasn’t heavy, but at the same it was heavy. And at that moment he understood, how heavy the crown of king’s would be. And he could only feel for his uncle for carrying this weight for so long, even long before he was crowned as a king Under the Mountain. 

He didn’t like it, the heavy feeling, the worries of their folk, of the world, it seemed to burden him down. He wasn’t even sure if he was ready yet to be a king, but he knew he had dwarves around him to help him, to make sure that he wouldn’t fail with his duty, to fail his people. Dwarves he could trust with his life. Fíli’s eyes rose to the little group in the hall of the kings. His most trusted advisors, men and women of workers, soldier's... 

Kíli, Dís, Balin and few other council members, Dwalin and Bifur with handful of soldier’s and handful of other dwarves and few elves and men were there with him, all of them frowning more or less. Dís was probably the only one who looked rather sad. 

Fíli knew his mother tried to keep her composure, but he also knew she couldn't lose someone from the family, someone she loved and cared for. Again. It had only been a few years as they had received news from Gandalf of Thrain and his passing. 

A little bit further from the small group of dwarves stood Gandalf the Gray with an elf Glorfindel. They had travelled from Rivendell, taking their sweet time, going far and between before arriving Erebor. And the news they bore were not good. 

Not good at all. 

Lord Elrond of Rivendel along with king Thranduil, of all the elves there were in Middle Earth, had managed to open a portal that would lead (Y/n) to home, where she belonged. And where she wanted to be. 

(Y/n) had left voluntarily, she had even wished the elves to open the portal for her. Both Gandalf and Glorfindel hand been there to witness this. And, according to Gandalf, there was nothing to keep the young woman here. Her heart had been shattered and there was no way to fix it. Expect maybe time itself. She had carved her heart in the sculptures and in that small music box, and when Thorin had rejected her work, and her, and when he had ordered the wooden sculptures to be destroyed, he had also sent her heart to be destroyed. 

A movement caught Fíli’s eyes and he turned to look at his mother, who was walking away from the rest of the group. Dís, whose husband had died in unnecessary death in mines in Blue Mountains, whose half family had died for dragon fire in Erebor or to war or in hands of an enemy. This was yet again one loss in the family. They did not only lose the queen-yet-not-be but possibly Thorin too, as he had understood the grave of his mistake and did not want to return to his people. 

Fíli moved his arms over his knees, still looking at his mother. There was still hope. Hope for them, for his uncle, hope for (Y/n). Someone just had to take the first step to fix all this mess, and he, Fíli, crown prince Under the Mountain, was ready to take the first step. 

As he stood up from the throne, the dwarves fell in silence, waiting for him to speak. Fíli’s eyes ran across the room and finally settled over his brother’s, who smirked as their eyes met. Kíli somehow already seemed to know the plan, what was going on in Fíli’s head. And Fíli smiled back to him. 

“Kíli, my brother, bring them back. Bring our Irak’Adad and Irak’Amad back home, as one, as whole, as they belong to” Fíli spoke, feeling to be a king more than he had ever felt before. “Show them the feeling of love” 

 ------------------- 

It took Kili all but an hour to put everything he needed in his small backpack and change his clothes from the court clothing to his travel clothes. As he was leaving his room to join Gandalf and Glorfindel in the kitchens, he met his mother. Kili haltered, not sure if he should hurry to kitchen or try to calm his mother. 

Dís’ lips were thin and her brow set on a deep frown. Whatever was going on her mind, it was nothing good. Not that the situation bore any good thoughts to anyone’s mind. 

“ Amad?” Kili asked, carefully approaching his mother. Dís lifted her eyes to meet Kíli’s. Then she turned her eyes back to nothingness of the hallway. 

“You are as stubborn as Thorin was, when he first left to find our father. And as clueless” Dís said with shaky voice. Kili frowned. Thorin might not have known, where Thrain had been or where to start to look for him, but Kili knew where his uncle was. He stepped close to his mother, wrapping arm around her shoulder. 

When Dís turned to look at him, Kili could only afford half a smile, that didn’t quite reach his eyes. 

“Aye, I’m as stubborn as uncle, but this time we know where uncle is. He stayed in Rivendell, and promised to travel every now and then to see Bilbo” Kili said, squeezing his mothers shoulder. Instead of smiling or looking content, Dís only frowned. And then she shook her head. 

“I am not talking about that old goat, he can stay with elves if he so wished” Dís scolded and shooed Kili’s hand away, taking few steps away from him. Kili was a little confused and it must have shown, he was rather open with his feelings and had gotten scolded for it by Thorin more times than he could count. 

“However are you going to find (Y/n), when you don’t know where she lives or if she had moved? By Mahal’s beard, she even lives in completely different world than we do! How are you going to survive there?!” Dís almost shouted, turning now facing her son. Kili had turned fully serious, staring at his mother blankly. 

“With help of an old friend” Gandalf’s voice called from behind them. Both Kili and Dís turned to look at the wizard and the elf behind him. Dís only eyed at them for a second longer, before turning and leaving without a word. Kili looked after her for a while, before turning back to the two, who had crept closer to him. Dís was more than upset, and for a reason. She needed a moment or two, and maybe a few rounds with Olga before she could clear her head. And Kíli trusted Olga enough to keep and eye to Dís. 

“What friend?” he asked. Gandalf only smiled half heartly and gave a small packaged of food to him. Clansing at the packaged and then Gandalf, Kili finally took it. They must have taken the portion of food from Bombur to him, since he took so much time to back and talk with his mother. 

“Everything in due time, young prince” Gandalf said and then he started to walk away from the two. “But now we must leave, when we still have few hours of daylight on our side” Kili sighed and without saying anything else, he followed the wizard, because he was right: it wouldn’t be long before dark and they had to leave. 

An hour later they passed Dale, and to Kíli’s great surprise Thranduil and a single soldier – Maethon – joined them to a long journey to Rivendell. 

[wxnderlustfandoms]

i win [legolas x reader]

[not my gif]

pairing: legolas x reader, slight aragorn x reader? not rlly tho 

description: you and legolas have always fought and travelled together, but your feelings for each other have stayed hidden from each other the whole time. after joining the fellowship, aragorn flirting with you makes it hard for legolas to not make a move

aka a game of flirting with the reader in which legolas wins 

word count: 1489

warnings: none that i can think of

a/n: when aragorn speaks and its in bold, he’s speaking elvish. I mention it in the fic but just to make the distinction

Shortly after arriving in Rivendell, Legolas goes off to a meeting with Lord Elrond and others. You had not been given an invitation so you relaxed in a room while you waited for his meeting to be done. You had no ill will that you had not been invited to attend the meeting. It seemed rather boring to begin with and you enjoyed the opportunity to lie down.

After a while, your elf ears heard his footsteps approaching the room you lay in. You rose to your feet as he entered. He seemed to be moving quite quickly. 

“What’s got you all in a rush?” you asked him from where you stood.

“I’m leaving to take the ring to Mordor with a group of volunteers. We are now the fellowship of the ring and I must make sure the hobbit that bears it gets it safely to destroy it,” He explained, not evening looking at you as he spoke. You narrowed your eyes and moved to start getting ready to leave as well. He stopped you and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “What are you doing?”

“Coming with you, obviously,” You responded as if it was funny for him to ask. You moved to continue but he stopped you again. Your face fell as you met his gaze again. 

“You cannot come along, [Y/n]. Please do not argue with me on this one. It will be a long and dangerous journey,” He explained, his hands on either of your arms. 

“Not that that’s stopped me before” You wished you could say. But you bit your tongue and nodded. He sighed a bit in relief and continued to get ready, bidding you a short goodbye as he left. You crossed your arms and huffed in frustration, before finishing gathering your things and setting out to catch up with him. There was no way he was leaving you behind. You jogged a bit to catch up with the group that had already set on their way. 

“Hey! I’m coming with you!” You yelled as you approached them. They all stopped and turned to face you as you joined them. Their faces all of surprise, except Legolas. 

“I thought I told you not to argue with me on this one? I don’t want you coming along,” Legolas muttered to you as he got to your side. 

“And I didn’t argue. But that’s not going to stop me from coming,” You replied. You stopped and turned to face him. “Legolas, I’ve been at your side for 100s of years. That’s not going to stop anytime soon. You’re stuck with me.” 

You smirked as you finished your statement and went to greet the two other familiar faces in the group. 

“Hello, Gandalf,” You greeted him respectfully. He smiled and greeted you as well.

“It has been far too long, [Y/n],” He responded. You smiled and turned to Aragorn. 

“Good to see you, [Y/n]. You are looking as beautiful as ever,” Aragorn spoke in your elvish tongue. Legolas rolled his eyes. Half of the reason he didn’t want you to accompany him was because he knew Aragorn would be coming and for some reason you and him would always playfully flirt with each other. You told Legolas there was no deeper meaning to the words you told each other, but it still riled him up. Legolas had harbored feelings for you for a long time and had never found the courage or the right time to act on them, but seeing someone else flirt with you felt wrong. 

You smiled and lightly shoved Aragorn’s shoulder before turning to the rest of the fellowship and introduced yourself. After this, you set yourself on the way. 

--

It had been a long journey so far, and half of your group was tired and dying to make camp and rest. You helped everyone set up the camp as you didn’t need to set much up for yourself and then sat with everyone around the campfire. They were all joking and telling stories about their pasts and it was almost enough to make everyone forget about the dangerous journey ahead and the large burden placed in everyone's hands, especially Frodo’s. 

“You know, I used to be one heck of a lady killer back with the dwarves!” Gimli boasted, looking towards you and winking. You laughed with everyone else and Gimli asked what was so funny. You rolled your eyes.

“I really do not believe any of you would be able to woe a woman,” You stated, knowing that they, being men with their fragile egos, would get offended. You hear their statements of complaints and groans and you sit back where you are next to Legolas as if to tell them to prove it. 

“You look great right now. Do you know what else would look great on you? Me!” Gimli said in his best seductive tone and then cackled after he was finished. You groaned and rolled your eyes again as you stood up.

“No woman wants to hear that,” You told him, crossing your arms. You turned your gaze to Boromir as he stood up. He came up to you and grasped one of your hands.

“When I look into yours eyes… I see… beauty. And I think to myself… Wow” He struggled to find the right words. “How… beautiful.”

You bent over laughing after he was finished and he returned to his seat with a wounded ego. As you straighten your back when you're finished laughing, you see Aragorn coming towards you. He steals your breath quickly by wrapping his hand around you and placing it on the small of your back, tugging you in close to his body. You felt your hand go up to rest on his chest instinctively and you felt the muscles rippling as he moved. 

“When I look at you, I can’t help stopping, I am blinded by your beauty. You look like an angel, your face, your eyes, your lips, and your smile is so perfect. Your beauty crowns it all,” He said to you seductively in elvish. You both parted ways and you look quite flustered so Aragorn smirks and announced that he must’ve won. While all of the other guys started going on about how it wasn’t fair because they couldn’t understand what he was saying, you were regaining your senses. Sure, you two playfully flirted, but he had never been so forward and serious about it. You made eye contact with him and you both laughed. 

Legolas, on the other hand, was not amused about what Aragorn did or what he said. A sudden realization came upon him that he couldn’t watch you flirt with Aragorn any longer so he stood up and grabbed your hand, dragging you into the forest away from the camp and the eyes of the fellowship. Without saying anything, he gently but quickly pushed you up against a tree and kissed you. It all happened so fast that by the time you processed it, he was pulling away. He started to apologize for it but you quickly shut him up and pulled him back in for another kiss. 

This one was longer, more passionate. Filled with hundreds of years of pining and emotion. When you both finally pulled away again, you were out of breath, which was something you weren’t accustomed to as an elf. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” He mumbled, resting his forehead against yours lovingly. You’re stunned.

“I’ve… I’ve loved your since we were kids,” You replied. He tilts his head back to meet your eyes as if searching for a lie within your words. When he saw sincerity in your eyes he laughs.

“We must be the two most oblivious elves to have lived,” He joked, pulling you in for a hug. 

“We might be,” You say, softly combing your hands through his beautiful hair. “But what made you finally act on these emotions?”

“I must confess that I’ve never liked seeing you flirt with Aragorn, or how you both act around each other.” “So you were jealous?” You ask, chuckling a bit. He doesn’t verbally reply but does clench his fists a bit, holding tighter onto the fabric of your clothes. “Well you don’t have to be. Not anymore, at least. Because I only have eyes for you. And I won’t have to flirt with Aragorn to get your attention anymore.” 

He smiles and you both walk back to the campsite. By the time we both sit down, the whole group has noticed a change with us. Aragorn is the first to notice exactly what the change is and says “It’s about time” Which makes everyone laugh. You both realize everyone had noticed your feelings for each other. Legolas gently grasped the side of your face to turn you towards him.

“I win,” He quietly whispers before kissing you again.