#elrond week 2024

[fandomsandfairytales]

Fic Recs for Elrond Week 2024

Hello! Here’s a last-minute handful of Elrond-centric fic recs to wrap up Elrond Week 2024. (Time got away from me this week!)

These fics are all rated G or T, and I’ve loosely categorized them into groups so it’s a bit easier to parse through them. I also noted ones I recc’d in my 2023 Fic Recs list, which I posted on my main blog, @awwyeah107. I'm tagging each author in this list once (if they have a Tumblr account), although there may be more than one story from an author in the list.

Also, to clarify, none of these were written *for* Elrond Week—these are all simply fics about our beloved peredhel that I've enjoyed and wanted to share/recommend.

Massive shoutout to @meluiloth for putting on Elrond Week! I’ve greatly enjoyed seeing all the posts this week cross my dash. Also, thank you to all of the fic authors, fan artists, and meta writers out there who celebrate Elrond ❤️

Elrond & [Biological or Married] Family

The Complexities of Avian Biology by @runawaymun Celebrían takes on a charity case. Elrond helps, because of course he does. Some Celrond fluff by request. (Oneshot, G, 776 words)

Without depth or bound by waitingfover Love is never an easy emotion to navigate, particularly if you also hate the other person's guts. or Elrond doesn’t like Celebrían’s attitude, Celebrían hates Elrond’s guts, Gil-Galad is determined to play matchmaker, and Celebrimbor just wants to be left out of this drama. (23 chapters, complete! T, 29k words)

Wealth Enough of Joy by @starspray Elladan and Elrohir are born at twilight in summer. (Oneshot, G, 1.6k words. Recc’d this in my 2023 Fic Recs list)

Athelas by erulisse_starchild Estel gets a lesson in herb-lore from Elrond. (Oneshot, G, 831 words)

Hiding Places by @sweetteaanddragons (Drag0nst0rm on AO3) It had been a long time since Elrond was last under a bed. The novelty was probably good for him. (Oneshot, G, 437 words)

Kind as Summer by @arofili (starlightwalking on AO3) Elrond and his family, after the First Age. A collection of ficlets from tumblr prompts, loosely related to one another. (8 chapters, complete! G, 2.1k words)

More than the Stars Above by sweetteaanddragons (Drag0nst0rm on AO3) Elrond had lived without his parents for this long. He could certainly continue to do so if they proved to be indifferent. That didn't stop his hand from shaking when he reached out to knock on the door. (2 chapters, complete! G, 5.6k words. Recc’d this in my 2023 Fic Recs list)

Blossoming Red by @bralesscommie Snapshots of Elrond throughout his life. A character study. Elrond dealing with his trauma, and finding his rare moments of joy. (Oneshot, T, 4.9k words)

Elrond & Friends

Demons by @theheirofashandfire (ScribeofArda on AO3) On a dark night in Imladris, with the Watchful Peace having come to a bloody end, one elf finds that the darkness brings back unwanted memories of flames and fear. And Glorfindel can remember all of the fall of Gondolin. (Oneshot, T, 4.5k words)

Old Swords by StarSpray Elrond and Gandalf chat about Glamdring. (Oneshot, G, 661 words)

Primary Sources by @cycas (bunn on AO3) Bilbo Baggins, now living in Rivendell is working on his Translations from the Elvish and needs some help. He learns a few things about Elven board games, plumbing and housework in Rivendell, a little bit about the War of Wrath, and something about Elrond's family. It might just be that making songs about Eärendil in the House of Elrond was not something that Elrond himself considered to be over Bilbo's head. (Oneshot, G, 4.4k words)

Kidnap Fam

Note: All of the Kidnap Fam fics here are Elrond-centric—either they are from his perspective, or they primarily focus on Elrond and Maglor and/or Maedhros.

And Love Repaid by sweetteaanddragons (Drag0nst0rm on AO3) It was never about owing. (Oneshot, G, 2.3k words)

See How They Grow by @grundyscribbling (Grundy on AO3) Elrond wasn't born a great healer. Some would have said living among Feanorians was an unlikely place to start that journey. (Maglor probably would have agreed with them.) (Oneshot, G, 11.7k words)

Rosemary, Fennel, & Rue by grundyscribbling (Grundy on AO3) Maedhros stumbles onto an unhealthy secret Elrond has been keeping. Elrond is surprised to find Maedhros has experience in these matters. (Oneshot, G, 5.7k words)

Once They Were Wolves by @elentarial (BaccaratBlack on AO3) After receiving an unexpected Midwinter gift, Elrond learns something new about one of his captors fathers. (2 chapters, complete! G, 2.4k words)

Quiet by sweetteaanddragons (Drag0nst0rm on AO3) Dust blanketed Maglor’s harp where it sat undisturbed in the corner. (Oneshot, G, 566 words)

Series

On Elrond Peredhel by @elvinye (leodesic on AO3) A series examining Elrond's kidnap-adoption [and Elrond himself] from a variety of different perspectives. (In-progress series of 13 works, each between 1-2 chapters, all rated T or G. Only AO3 users can read this fic.) (Note: For anyone who does not ship Russingon—like me—the series does contain it, but it is minor and can be skipped over fairly easily.)

Return to Aman by cycas (bunn on AO3) A series of stories about Elrond's return to Aman at the end of the Third Age. All these assume that Maglor son of Fëanor was one of the other unnamed Elves who accompanied Elrond, Galadriel, Gandalf, Frodo and Bilbo on the ship when they left Middle-earth. Point of view is usually either Maglor or Elrond, but occasionally someone else (Celebrian, Lalwen, Nerdanel...) (Complete series of 15 works, each between 1-5 chapters, all rated G. Recc’d this in my 2023 Fic Recs list)

AUs

The Last Homely Hostel by sweetteaanddragons (Drag0nst0rm on AO3) Barin was nearly entirely sure this hostel wasn't supposed to be here. It won't be the last unexpected appearance of the night. (Oneshot, G, 5k words)

we will make this place our home by @leucisticpuffin Elrond and Elros are sent to live with their distant cousins in a house that is crumbling slowly to pieces. They aren't especially happy about this. For Maedhros and Maglor, the twins are a rare chance to start living again. It will take a lot of work to turn a house full of ghosts into anything resembling a home. (70 chapters, in-progress! G, 259.5k words. Only AO3 users can read this fic. Recc’d this in my 2023 Fic Recs list)

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@elrondweek

Other Fic Rec Lists: 2023 Fic Recs (on my main blog)

[fandomsandfairytales]

IT'S ELROND WEEK TOMORROW Y'ALL

(I am ready in the emotional sense but not ready in the writing sense 😂 but we'll see, maybe I can come up with a little something by the end of the week! Hoping so. And a fic rec list.)

ELROND WEEK IS TOMORROW

I am so excited!! Are you guys ready?

[elrondriel-events]

PLAIN TEXT FOR ACCESSIBILITY

– TIMELINE –

• October 11th: prompts are revealed, AO3 collection opens.

• October 11th - November 8th: creation period, alternating between normal and alternative prompts as preferred. • November 8th - November 14th: posting period. • November 20th: collection closes, participants that posted every day are listed on Tumblr as our Elrondriel Creators of the Week!

All works on AO3 must be part of the Elrondriel Week Collection (elrondriel_week_2024) and, if shared on Tumblr, this blog must be tagged so that we can reblog and boost your work, counting it among the others. Works ara accepted up until November 20th, after which the collection will close.

– PROMPTS –

(DD/MM)

• DAY ONE (8/11): Getting Together

• DAY TWO (9/11): Soulmates

• DAY THREE (10/11): Nenya

• DAY FOUR (11/11): Outsider POV

• DAY FIVE (12/11): Pre-Canon

• DAY SIX (13/11): First Meetings

• DAY SEVEN (14/11): Free Day

– ALTERNATIVE PROMPTS –

(to be used instead of or in combination with the others)

• DAY ONE (8/11): Secret Relationship

• DAY TWO (9/11): Prophecy/Future

• DAY THREE (10/11): Vilya

• DAY FOUR (11/11): Pining

• DAY FIVE (12/11): Post-S2

• DAY SIX (13/11): Farewells

• DAY SEVEN (14/11): Free Day

This event is open for any kind of fanwork, be it fanfiction, fanart, moodboards or edits. Both SFW and NSFW works are welcome as there is no rating limit. For any questions, please feel free to ask!

[a-star-shines]

I won't have my video finished in time due to not feeling well lately and Im so sad as I had so much planned for elrondriel week but I thought I'd share the vid Im working on and I still plan to finish it and also wanna make my gifs and write my fics when I feel better :)

[brooksbutler]

[fandomsandfairytales]

ELROND WEEK!!!! IT'S HERE!!!!!!

(Also I love that image of him with the hearts all around him. Because same. I may have to save that for a future occasion.)

Today is Day One of Elrond Week! Check out @elrondweek hosted by @meluiloth! 🤩 I hope to create something for the week, so stay tuned.

In the meantime, here is live footage of me looking at Elrond:

[jadehaven]

ELRONDRIEL WEEK DAY FIVE | Post S2

Not sure if tumblr is the place to post fics but I don’t have an AO3 account yet and I’m too inpatient to wait for my invite lol. Once I’m set up on there I’ll do a repost, but for now, enjoy a little 3k fluffy one shot! And go easy on me, I never, ever write fantasy 🙃

Breathe Me In

By Jade Haven

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Cold.

Where am I?

Ice pricked at her skin, dry as bone and sharp as sword as it chiselled her body. Every vigorous wrestle was deemed useless as a foreign numbness crippled her flesh. The weight of her body was being dragged down; her shoulders shivering as her head fell below the murky surface.

I can’t, I can’t—.

Her cries were absent in her throat. A sound only she herself could hear, drumming in her ears as loud as the rapid pulse of her heart. But as she reached for the last light above, her chest was seized and her breath escaped her.

“Touch the darkness,”

She squeezed her eyes shut in defiance— No.

Heat pooled below the surface of her skin. It grew hotter and hotter as it’s flames clenched her very soul. She shuddered once more, hands coming up to grasp herself, skin burning and freezing with every sharp exhale.

“I only wish to heal you.”

No, She persisted.

“Touch the darkness.”

With every turn of her body, it became all the more clear that her efforts to resist were in vain. She was sinking, rapidly.

“Galadriel,”

She choked and gasped, desperate to fill her lungs with light— a light she could no longer distinguish at so great a depth, despite the scalding sensation above her heart.

“Gala—“

“No—!”

When Galadriel opened her eyes, she was sitting upright. Relief washed over her in giant waves. She was breathing. Shaken with turmoil, her hand rose to touch the warm spot below her collarbone. Her fingers traced over the rigid outline of the scar that lay below her linen nightgown, and her shoulders relaxed finally. The wound had sealed up weeks ago, but every night she woke from restless slumber as if it had been ripped open over and over again. Several times she swore she’d felt the dampness of blood soaking through her blouse— but every sunrise revealed her pure white garments had remained untouched by the remnants of her past.

Once she had steadied her breath to a slow rhythm, she turned to draw in the sight of her surroundings. Her eyes adjusted quickly to the low light, pitch dark if not for the freckles of moonlight that scattered over her sleeping quarters. A weight lifted as she let a sigh roll off her tongue.

The same handwoven roof lay atop her tent, held by twigs and branches that had been provided by the war sanctuary itself. A clay carafe rested beside her cot, with fresh spring water that lay still in the vessel. It was a ponderous miracle, how the sanctuary had managed to give the fugitive elves everything they needed— everything except true rest, for a haunted immortal soldier.

Galadriel tilted her head down to where she spun Nenya around her index finger. She had always known the rings would only be able to protect so much of her eternal being. Each night terror had been a ferocious reminder that even with their power, she was vulnerable. Sensing the panic rising in her chest, she decided a moment away from her resting place might be something of reassurance for her.

As she stepped out of the tent, her lungs drank in the freshness of the night. Imladris was never too warm nor too cold. It was heaven in this way, a little glimpse of Valinor on earth. Despite the war with Sauron, it held in itself an ever-growing hope. A pleasant newness, and anticipation of victory. She wouldn’t go far, only a few hundred steps, down to the river bank to splash some water on her flushed face. The moss had grown into a perfect cushiony path for her to follow, soft as silk and sand. With the rings guarding the forest haven, there was peace and assurance among the people. But the High King had ordered elven soldiers to be posted around the camp regardless. In the silence of the night, it was clear she was the only elf awake among them.

The gleam of starlight had cast a glow so bright over the waters that it looked almost as if the river was lit from within. It sang out its own tranquil melody, echoing the harmonious words of travellers past. Even Galadriel’s reflection showed her skin brighter than ever, her hair a radiant glow against the contrasting shadows of the deep wood. It was all it took for her to remember who she was— a friend of the light.

She could feel herself growing closer to it, her soul on the brink of serendipitous peace, when the stillness of solitude broke. A snap of a branch behind her sent adrenaline surging through her bloodstream. She reached for her pocket blade and—

“Galadriel?”

There he stood— flowing brown locks and armour that sculpted his figure to perfection— several feet away from her along the riverbank. His piercing grey eyes found hers, and the storm that had stirred up in her chest immediately stilled.

“Elrond,” She breathed out.

Their words retreated into the night; the forest’s life source quietly humming around them. If it weren’t for the river’s lullaby, the silence between them would have been deafening.

She’d wondered when this moment would come. With the burden of several elf families uprooted from their homes, Elrond had made it a matter of his own to renew their sense of stability. Between foraging for supplies, strategizing with Gil Galad, and tending to the villager’s wounds, they hadn’t had a sliver of a moment to themselves. They hadn’t had a moment this private since the ruse.

An age had gone by when Elrond spoke at last. “Is everything alright?”

Galadriel studied the angles of his face where the moonlight danced over him. Everywhere but his eyes, she looked.

“Is there reason for it not to be?” She played.

“I saw you come from your quarters. I suspect the healer elves have advised that you rest…”

Of course. She needn’t pretend that he couldn’t see through her— they were equally aware of his ability to do so. But it didn’t stop her from evading the truth.

“How can I rest? Knowing as much as I do of the evil that persists, despite the comfort of night?” She reasoned to him.

Elrond stepped closer, mirroring her stance beside the water. Their reflection together drew a regal image, sparkling as sun and moon combined.

He turned to face her. “I’m not sure there is any one elf that has spent as much time convincing me of the ring’s greatness as you have.” With his head he gestured slowly to the sanctuary surrounding them. “You are safe here.” His tender smile for her was the very depiction of grace. It was enough to open the door every time.

She kept her focus on the water, but her body faced his, only inches apart now. A sigh escaped his lips, and he brought his fingers to her face to turn it toward him.

Forced to meet his gaze now in the star’s spotlight, the elf commander lowered her defences. A single tear slid down her cheek, still warm from the previous rush of panic, as she melted into his touch.

“Elrond.” She paused to swallow the crackle in her speech. Desperate to keep her composure, her words came out in a whisper, “You have not seen what I have seen.”

He cupped her shoulders with both his hands as he studied her eyes. She shuddered when he brought his palm to her chest, allowing his thumb to trace where the fabric hid the near-fatal crown wound. When he met her eyes again, fear stared back at him. It was as if her very soul was pleading with him, begging him to do something— more than he knew he could.

“You do not fight this alone, Galadriel. I see your pain as if it my own. I promise theres not a moment of my waking where I do not wish to trade places with you— if the rings could grant me the chance to go back, you know I—“

“Elrond.” Galadriel broke his spiral. “These rings cannot prevent the damage from being done… only heal that which has been destroyed. You have fought battles harder than I ever will.”

He held her stare; the longest they’d locked eyes since he’d closed the final gap that had ever stood between them. Space felt objective when she was in his presence, like close was never close enough— but there had always been that small, unexplored chasm. He knew it all too well, now. Perhaps there needn’t be unexplored space anymore; still, he’d never dare to cross that sacred border again.

The air around them felt warm. Each note the river sang out wrapped them in a bittersweet sonnet, whispering words that had been written on their hearts but never uttered aloud. Galadriel recognized the urge she so often carried to come closer to him, rest her forehead against his. Only now, her foresight was muddled, and not even Nenya could warn her of what she might do if she were to share a breath with him now.

Still, the breeze laced around their stagnant bodies, weaving itself tighter and tighter. She had barely noticed that his hand had entwined itself into hers alongside them. For Elrond, it was an instinct he’d discovered a long time ago. In all but one moment, the river slowed to a still. Perhaps Galadriel was only imagining it, but the sudden quiet of the night and the way the starlight gently caressed her face thawed something in her. Something that had been frozen for thousands of years.

“Galadriel,” He began to say, but when he caught the moon’s reflection in her eyes, words escaped him. There was too much to say. Thank you— he wanted desperately to thank her— for forgiving him, and for trusting him. He wanted to encourage her, to loosen every worry that gripped her heart. And most of all, he wanted to tell her how radiant she looked, how captivating her light truly was.

She opened her mouth to speak over him, but someone else’s voice sounded out. A soft whistle rang in their ears, drawing their attention to the northwest hill.

Arondir, the Silven Elf, stood with a full quiver on his back, as he always did.

“Forgive me, My Lady,” The wind carried his words down the path, and he nodded toward the she-elf. “Commander Elrond is to know that I am taking his place at the east post. He’ll rest til the morning, when the High King will request his presence.”

Elrond looked to Galadriel before confirming the message with Arondir. “Very well,” he called back. “Thank you, my friend.” Arondir exchanged one gentle smile between the two of them before hiking off into the night. As quick and quiet as he had arrived, he left.

Elrond let out a breath that Galadriel swore she heard relief in. “I suppose my patrol for the night is over.”

Galadriel kept her face downward. The nightlife noise had returned, drowning out any persistent thoughts of intimacy that might’ve been just moments before. Elrond curved his neck upward to take in the view of the star speckled sky. “The sun will be up soon. I think it’s time you take your healer’s word to heart, no?” There was a velvety chuckle in his words. It prided him to know what was best for her. She’d never known kindness in this way, and even in her stubbornness, she welcomed it.

“Evil does not sleep, Elrond.” She teases with a playful glint in her eye.

His brow raised as that smooth grin slid onto his face. “Ah yes,” He taunted lightly, “And what does that say about you?”

Her mouth gaped open at him to say something, but his victory was clear. She squinted her eyes and scrunched her nose at his charmingly smug face. “Alright.” She walked ahead of him to start the trek back up the hill, “To prove my virtue, I am willing to let you take me home. I do not promise to let you watch me sleep, though.”

He caught up quickly and matched her walking speed. “A fair proposition. Though you fail to remember that we are both,” He leaned into her ear as their shoulders brushed, “Terrible promise keepers.” If it weren’t for the density of the forest, she was sure their giggling would wake the other members of the camp. They dropped their voices to a mumble as they made their way through the village of refuge.

Galadriel’s sleeping arrangement was high above the other forest dwellers, tucked into the cliffs and sheltered by a canopy of moss-glazed tree roots. Elrond had sought to it that she receive royal treatment from the few elven healers and maidens among them. He’d emphasized the importance of giving her a serene space to regain her strength, and the attendants had prepared it well. When he opened the curtain of the tent, his eyes examined the room. The water pitcher he’d had fetched for her remained perched aside her cot, and fresh clothes for her to wear had been folded at the foot of it. But the sheets were rumpled and twisted. Had he not come across his dear friend wandering a river bank in the dead of night, he wouldn’t bat an eye. Instead, his brow furrowed, and he cast an knowing glance to her.

Guilt fell over Galadriel’s face. In the time they’d been occupied with their own restorative efforts, she hadn’t had the chance to confess to Elrond. She knew how much care and attention he’d put into her treatment— the last thing he needed was another unknown on his shoulders. Despite the healing efforts of the elves, the use of the rings, and holistic elvish medicine, the nightmares had increased in frequency. It was only a matter of time before he, and perhaps everyone in the camp discovered the depravity of her situation.

She joined him beside the bed. His eyes found her face, but allowed her the grace to keep hers away. They stood for a long minute as his mind pieced it together.

“Evil does not sleep…” He muttered, turning to face his body to her. “What evil has been harrowing you?” His hand reached for her chin, gently turning her to him, eyes darting in between hers. In this moment, he needn’t beg. His tender gaze was all she needed for him to undo her.

Silent, hot tears were suddenly streaming down her face. Her breath staggered and her chest heaved as she tried to control herself. Elrond caught her immediately in his arms, leading her gently to the cot. They sat on the edge, and she expressed every last detail of the terrorizing nights she’d had. By the end of it, her best friend had swiped his own face several times. There was no pain in this world like the pain of knowing hers. His blood raged through his veins, and yet, somehow stilled to a stop upon hearing her anguish. He willed to do anything he could to make it right.

“I just feel so… alone, Elrond.” She managed through a few sharp breaths. “This darkness, it’s as if it only knows me, only seeks me, and comes for me when I’m at my weakest, alone at the mercy of the night…”

He didn’t care for personal space anymore. Her body fell perfectly into his when he pulled her in, and after several moments had gone by, their breaths synced into a slow cadence. When he was sure she had released all the remnants of her affliction, Elrond pulled away and took her hands in his. “Cin are ú- eriol, Galadriel.”

She raised her head to him, letting her eyes run all over his face. Only now had it became unbearably obvious how much she’d missed him. This is how it was supposed to be between them, no matter how much they sought to reason with it— they were two pieces of one prize. Constantly in each other’s orbit, regardless of distance or time. It didn’t matter what rift might come between them— being with him felt right.

For a fleeting moment, her body left the room and travelled in time to the day she thought she might never be with him again— Adar’s camp.

His eyes were soft on her the way they’d been on that day. She could feel it flooding her memory all over again, and in attempt to wrestle the thoughts back down, she pried her eyes away from him.

Elrond blinked himself out of the haze she’d brought him into. He wished not to steal sleep away from her, though he could sit and bask in her light for hours— whisper all his wonderings until time itself was of question. He stood up from the cot and grabbed the jar of water, a scrap of silk cloth, and passed them for her to dab her puffy eyelids. She was already retreating from the place of vulnerability she’d reached with him.

“You needn’t worry, Elrond. This battle will be won in the end. Even the internal ones will soon be of distant memory.”

“Not without rest, they won’t.”

He paused, familiarizing himself with the shaking unease that stirred in him before he was about to do something that he could never come back from. Something that any elf would surely question, and any human would doubtfully admire. He knew she was waiting for him to draw the curtain and leave her to her humble abode. Instead, he took off his cloak.

Galadriel blinked at him but remained seated. He watched her uncanny expression as he laid it at her bedside. Next he removed his armour and padding, along with his sword, resting it against the wall of the tent. She followed him with inquisitive eyes, but didn’t question him aloud until he gathered the remaining blankets and lay them adjacent to hers. Finally he took the pitcher from her hands and set it aside.

“Elrond,” She protested. “You cannot sleep here.” But her words sounded more of a query than a command.

He looked right through her, locking eyes with the part that was begging him to stay. In no life could he abandon it.

“And you cannot sleep alone.” He smiled, taking his place beside her on the makeshift mattress. He gave her no other chance to object.

“There will be no more question of it. If only I am to know of your agony, then it is I who shall seek to ease it.”

Galadriel’s face warmed and a subtle smile spread across her cheeks. Kindness, she thought. There is no kindness like his.

She carefully brought her body to lay beside him. Never had she pondered before how much space was acceptable between them, but now the suspicion hung in the air above their heads. Was it all that unusual to desire closeness? To want to wrap her legs around his, move his hand to the pocket of her waist, and breathe him in? She felt his eyes on her, and swiftly shut her own. Night was drawing her into a dream, she thought. It was only Elrond.

For Elrond, whatever consequence would come of his decision— either of head or heart— he wagered it a matter of tomorrow. He rested his gaze upon her face until he could keep his eyes open no more. With the soft sound of her sighing into slumber, he too, drifted from consciousness. The sun would rise and the new day would bring countless obstacles for him and the elves of lmladris to resolve— but in this moment, a space was carved out in their mortal realm. A space for only them, to heal, to rest— to be with each other. He wanted to stay in it forever, share this air with her forever.

A breath of heaven; a glimpse of Valinor on earth.

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Thanks for reading !!

Couple notes: Elrond says to Galadriel in Sindarin, “You are not alone” in case you can’t read elvish lol. I def cannot, so.

Did my best to proofread but it’s probably not perfect. I crunched to get this in last minute for elrondriel week!

Lastly, please don’t repost without giving credit <3 thanks so much!

xo, Jade

[wild-flowerhoney]

glimpsing light - as-summer

For most of Elendil's life, the word 'elf' had been filled with awe, so much so he struggles to ever imagine them as anything but the mythical figures of old.

The proof that he'd been wrong stands before him now.

“What was his name? It has been many years since I last studied on my ancestor.”

A smile brightens her face, blinding as he imagines the light of the Undying Lands must be.

“Elrond,” The word is filled with emotion, said with the utmost adoration, “His name is Elrond.”

Day 4: Outsider POV | Pining

[pepperwebsblog]

There's a lot of love left for you and I

My fic written for Elrondriel Week 2024

Summary: Elrond was suddenly very aware that they were alone, just the two of them in this attic, miles away from the party downstairs, behind a secret door few knew about. Navigating politics was difficult at the best of times, but having to negotiate a diplomatic treaty when you have an irate war general in the room? Even trickier. Good thing Elrond doesn't also have a huge crush on said war general, no, cos that would make this even more of a challenge. Written for Elrondriel Week 2024 Words 10,004, Rating: E

[theswarmkeeper]

something to admire

a short and sweet elrondriel fic :]

written for elrondriel week 2024 by @elrondriel-events, day 5: pre-canon !!

[thesummerestsolstice]

For Day Two of Feanorian Week: Maglor -> Elrond & Elros, Maglor's Gap

Maglor swept through the halls of Amon Ereb, trying not to worry. He’d told himself, over and over, that Elrond and Elros were fine. Sure, they hadn’t been in their rooms this morning, but that was alright. They were allowed to explore the fortress, and they knew that it wasn’t safe to try and leave, and nothing dangerous could’ve gotten in and hurt them, and they were fine. Still, no matter what he tried, he couldn’t quite stop the vaguely ill feeling rising in the back of his mind. His ability to remain calm had been shot since his father’s death. And while he wouldn’t trade Elrond and Elros for anything, parenthood had only made the problem worse...

Read the rest here on a03!

[curiouser--and--curiouser]

Elrond Peredhel A-Z Smut Headcanons

Kinktober 2024 - Week 1

Warnings: SMUT, switch!Elrond, dom/sub dynamics, rough sex, cum, anal play, toys, dirty talk, etc., x reader, gender neutral reader

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Such a sweet and attentive boy. Elrond is immediately up on his feet, getting whatever you may desire. Especially if you'd just had a more rough session, he would always double check he didn't hurt you and pamper you. Definitely his body's last hurrah before he eventually falls asleep in your arms.

On the flip side, if you'd taken control for the evening, he would be so appreciative of you taking care of him while he stared at you with loving, glassy eyes, bringing him back down to earth.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Elrond likes (how much you like) his hands. They are the link between his mind and the page as a herald, and the thing to make you truly fall apart. Some of his favourite memories feature him crowding you against a wall with his fingers inside you, gently shushing you so you are not caught.

On you, Elrond always comes back to your hips. Stroking them, grabbing them, kissing up and down them. His hands are always at your hips: to manhandle your pliant body into a new position, or just hanging on for dear life as you make him lose his mind.

Also, just a quick point about Elven ears generally: definitely a major erogenous zone for all elves, so if you even lightly brush your lips against his ears, Elrond is ready to give his soul to you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I think he actually sees it as a sign of connection between you both. Either cumming inside of you and mixing his with your own, or spilling all over both you and himself, he just can't help but stare down between you while trying to catch his breath.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

The first time he ordered you to ride his thigh, he came in his pants. The sight of you getting yourself off on him, the power he had over you - it was too much for him. He tried his best to hide it as you were coming down from your own high.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Elven life is so long, so Elrond is undoubtedly fairly experienced, having a fair share of elves and mortals lured by his charm and good looks. But I feel he may not have ever been as experimental as he may have fantasised of late at night, stroking his cock at great pace. However, despite his long life, Elrond had never loved someone so much as you; he is slightly stunned the first time you make love, forgetting for a moment what to do and where to put his hands.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Below you. In awe. Watching you. Seeing you in control in any situation does things to him, and you on top of him, riding him, controlling him, choking him, makes him lose his mind. Nowhere in the whole of Valinor does Elrond expect to see something quite as beautiful as you over him with your head thrown back in pleasure. All he can do is wrap himself around you and hold on.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Elrond can go both ways. He can be all cute smiles and giggling, all in your own little world. Or deadly serious, purely focussed on you and the love you share.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I don't believe he is completely shaven, but the small amount of curly hair that is there is very nicely kept and groomed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Such a hopeless romantic. The first time, he decked out his rooms with rose petals, dimmed lights, silk sheets - everything to give you the most pleasurable and intimate experience for your first time together.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He would always just prefer to find you. But if he is ever away on a mission for Lindon, Elrond can't help but spend nearly every night one hand fisting his cock and the other covering his mouth, muffling his moans and whimpers. He will always take a reminder of you with him, and it stays firmly between his lips when he dreams of feeling your touch again.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

First and foremost, Elrond is a switch - he is overwhelmed the moment you stand over him and use an authoritative tone, but can have you in a puddle on the floor with once single command.

Hair pulling - those beautiful curly locks are too gorgeous to not run your fingers through and grab, and it makes Elrond's eyes roll back in his head every time. And if you ever pull him by his hair, either back to your lips or back to his work under the covers, he's going to cum right then and there.

Face sitting - Elrond would die a happy man, suffocated between your thighs. Nothing is too much for him - he just wants to do good for you - so give him all you've got and watch him buck his hips up and rut against the air like an animal.

Commander kink - need I say more? You were there when Gil-galad ordained him Commander Elrond, and the name immediately went straight through you - and he noticed. Now, he will do barely anything until you have sufficiently begged your commander to keep moving, before he finally slams into you with a power you never thought he could possess.

Overstimulation - it doesn't come out often, but when he is angry with you - and you can't help but fight back - Elrond has no choice but to teach you a lesson. Soon, he has you on his lap, your back to his chest, fingering you harshly as you cum over and over and over again. And he just keeps going, even as your head lolls back over his shoulder.

"Come on, baby, one more. Just give me one more. I want to hear those beautiful moans again. Look at you, finally being so good for your commander."

"Yes, Sir."

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Sometimes the simplest is the best: in the confines of your shared rooms and marriage bed, you can take all the time you might desire with each other, completely uninterrupted and focussed on each other. Otherwise, he loves to spend a day with you in the woods; take a picnic, sing to you, and make love to you under the canopy of trees.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. Just the sight of you. Also, pretty sure Elrond has a competency kink. Seeing you working and succeeding and leading really makes him weak and submissive. And for any little doubts and anxieties that may crawl there way into his mind, just simply knowing you want him, and only him, really frees his soul.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I don't believe Elrond would ever be into impact play. He may sometimes grab you with hard hands and leave bruises on your hips, but he would never intentionally hurt you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Elrond is without a doubt a skilled and enthusiastic lover. At any possible opportunity, he will go down on you (or otherwise beg to) and how could you say no to him? His tongue was moulded by the Valar themselves just for you and his eyes close in pleasure as he plays your every string like a lute. Also, he has no gag reflex.

On the other hand, Elrond absolutely loses his mind when you suck him off. He is so overwhelmed and can barely breathe. Definitely when you surprise him by undoing his pants and distract him from work at his desk. And definitely when he stands before you, you on your knees, tears streaming down your face, taking everything he gives you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Elrond has a lot of energy, so he can't help but use it sometimes, pounding into you with his lips connected to your neck. But his roughest side comes out when he is stressed from work or angry with the world, your face pushed into the pillows and body pinned to the bed as he takes you in whichever dark way he may desire. If he is in more of a romantic mood, he takes it slower, deeper, more sensual, wrapped up in each other's bodies. Usually slow and sensual, but loses his mind sometimes.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He always needs you, so whenever and wherever possible. In great hallways in between his meetings with the King, pushed up against the wall (something he had been thinking of doing the entire meeting beforehand. In the gardens in a little secluded corner you know, shushing each other to be quiet between giggles and low moans.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

If he isn't busy with work, Elrond is always down for a quickie. So, you have both taken a lot of risks in your time with regard to location. He was a bit cautious when you first got together about experimentation, but he has become (very) open with time. Elrond just wants to make you happy, and he will do nearly anything to make that happen.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Elves, y'all… The lot of them have the stamina of the Valar, so you happen to be of a race with any less endurance, then good luck… Elrond is no different: bouncing with boundless energy, ready to go again with very little rest time. He can go all night long. Insatiable.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I don't believe his own personal collection would be vast before getting together with you; his primary possession a small metal vibe he teases himself with to thoughts of you. However, he is excited to delve into your own collection, eager to find out what you like and don't like, and which he could persuade you to use on him. He never expected he would ever react like this, but the moment you mentioned it, it lit a fire in him... and so did those nipple clamps he found at the bottom of your box.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He dishes it out but he can't take it. You really both drive each other insane. Private whispers of dirty promises just before he is called away by Gil-galad, or intentionally low-cut robes that make him choke on air when you bend over - you are both insufferable.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's so loud, he just can't help himself. He gets lost in you and your body that he sometimes forgets he's making noises at all. Loud moans all the time, and delicate whimpers when you climb on top of him. But this transforms into low, feral growls when he is jealous or angry, his animalistic and possessive side coming out. Also, no one in the whole of Middle Earth can stop this man's constant dirty talk whispered in your ear.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I don't think Elrond had done a lot of anal play before meeting you. He had experiemented with himself, fingering himself with breathless gasps in the confines of his chambers. But never particularly with other people; he had always been more of a giver than a taker. It intrigued him, and you helped to bring him into the light. You started slow, trying to relax his nervous trembling, but soon he was thrusting back against you or the toy, eyes glossed over as you hit the just the right spot again and again. Now, it is a frequent feature of your nightlife together, where he can embrace his little subby side and let go to complete pleasure.

"Please, my love, more, I need more. Fuck. I need you so bad, please give me more, I can take it. I love you. Please."

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is not the longest, but has a fair girth and is slightly curved up in just the right way to make you see stars.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High. Definitely high. He's so in love. He will physically tell himself to calm it before meetings with the High King (more frequently than he'd like to admit), and then he is able to stay focussed on the job at hand. But when he is writing speeches - and ultimately calm in his beloved art - he can start to feel his mind wandering to you. All the strength in his body is needed to make sure all his work is finished before running off to find you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Once he has taken of you thoroughly, Elrond gets very sleepy. He tries his best to engage in pillow talk with you, but soon his eyes start to flutter close - not without them leaving your beautiful face.

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the rings of power summer celebration 2024 - week 1: characters ROBERT ARAMAYO as ELROND in the rings of power » 1.07

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Elrondriel Week 2024 starts tomorrow!

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Kindled

You know me like no other

Our hearts in sync our minds tied gently by gossamer string

From the day you saved me

Until now and thereafter

You will always deliver me from the dark

This could be goodbye

Knowing you forever would never be enough

This moment has to be the last of this world

To let you know the deep sea of my love for you

And how that has never changed no matter the hindrance

Something was kindled then

As your berry lips touch mine

Gentle as a falling leaf

But sadly too as fleeting

Oh how I wish to die to never have to part again

We cradled each other much our long long lives

Many sad and beautiful songs we shared

Your silken touch a comfort beyond the light of Valinor

My home is in your hands

But why now must time slip through like sand

Touching you here a flame alights in me

Under your caress

No longer just my kin nor light nor closest of all mine

My heart and soul are yours

And how I burn

I'm burning for you

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Feanorian Week Reminder!!

Hello Silmarillion Fandom! This is your reminder that Feanorian week will be taking place next month. Below are updated prompts (you are still allowed to suggest prompts)! When is it?:   March 25th, 2024—March 31st, 2024       

  

The prompts are as followed:

Day 1- Maedhros - > Childhood, Kingship, Angband, Coping, The Union, Relations with Different Races

Day 2-Maglor -> Childhood, Spouse,  Music & Songs of Power, Elrond & Elros, Kingship, Maglor’s  Gap, Redemption

Day 3- Celegorm - > Childhood, Hunting, Orome & Huan, Strength & Beauty, Luthien, Nargothrond

Day 4- Caranthir - > Childhood, Spouse, Betrayal, Lordship, Dwarves & Humans, Marriage, Appearance

Day  5- Curufin - > Childhood, Spouse, Celebrimbor, Forge Work

Day  6- Ambarussa - > Childhood, Lordship, Regrets, Twin, Hunting, Nandor

Day 7- Nerdanel and Feanor-> Mahtan, Finwe & Indis, Marriage, Reunion, Traveling, Creation, Healing

Rules: You are allowed to post anything fanrelated on the days.  If the prompts are not to your liking, you can do your own thing.  The tracktag is #feanorianweek.  Tag your work accordingly!  Have fun and be nice to others. Disrespect towards others will not be tolerated.