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[the-fiction-witch]

After Dinner

Media - Rings Of Power Character - Elrond Couple - Elrond X Reader Reader - Y/n (wife) Rating - 18 + kissing/ nudity/ Word Count - 596

Elrond and Y/n arrived back at their elegant home in Lindon, a sense of contentment lingering from the memorable and eventful dinner with the high king, Prince Durin, and themselves. The clock had struck late, and the tranquil night was alive with the gentle flickering of fireflies in the garden just beyond their balcony. Y/n gracefully approached her ornate mirror, the soft glow of the moonlight illuminating her features, and began the meticulous task of unravelling her long, lustrous curls from the meticulously crafted, jewel-encrusted updo she had fashioned for the esteemed royal gathering. With each delicate movement, her hair cascaded down her shoulders, the jewels glinting in the moonlight as they were carefully removed.

Elrond came up behind her and began massaging her shoulders. He worked out the tension there and began his hands slipping down and unlacing her gown.

she chuckled rather amused, "Yes?" She raised her eyebrow looking at him in her mirror

he leaned over her shoulder and nipped at her neck. “You looked so beautiful tonight,” he murmured against her skin. His hands continued to work, stripping her gown from her body then slipped inside and caressed the soft skin beneath. His lips trailed over her shoulder, down her back, his hands caressing her waist.

"Well I wanted to look nice. Not everyday we get to have dinner with the king. Much less so with Durin." She explained as she worked allowing him to work on her gown as it gave her one less task to do,

he reached down and finished untied the laces, the dress pooling around her feet. He pressed into her, his hands pulling her hips back against his, molding her body against his. All of her bare flesh against his still clothed body, “And you did.” he breathed against her neck, burying his face against her skin, inhaling her

when the dress and slip hit the floor she was bare but her star necklace that she’d worn since their wedding, "Did I do something to arouse such attention?" She chuckled,

he chuckled when he saw it still around her neck

Hardly. he replied, his hands roaming her body, tracing her curves. He moved her hair aside so he could lavish her neck with kisses. “You didn't have to do anything.” he murmured against her skin, his hands gliding up her stomach, stopping just below her breasts. “I always want to ravish you.” he turned her around to face him, his hands roaming her body, his eyes dark with lust. He pulled her flush against him, his lips finding hers in a hungry kiss. His tongue darting out, seeking entrance to her mouth,

she kissed back and allowed him entrance gently sucking on his tongue when he did as had long known the affected it had on him,

that small action was enough to drive him to the edge, his breathing deepening into a moan. His hands gripped her hips, needing something to hold on to. He walked her backwards to the bed, gently pushing her to sit on the edge of the mattress

she giggled as he almost tossed her on the sheets, she playfully kicked her feet before elrond crawled between them

he chuckled, grabbing her ankles to pin them down. He knelt between her parted legs, his body towering over hers, “You are too playful for your own good my love,” he captured her wrists with one hand, holding both above her head, “Now… let me show you what happens when you parade how beautiful you are in front of me all night.” He growled pinning her to the bed with his harsh and lustful kiss, 

[kasuomikori]

One word...

Reader P.O.V

As we were walking down the bridge, in magnificent elven city of Rivendell. I was amazed, the waterfalls, mountains and nature were beautiful. I was so lost in amazement that I barely noticed Gandalf speaking to someone, he was elf.

"My lord Elrond is not here." Said elf that was speaking to Gandalf. He looked like he is young around 23 in human years. 'Really (Y/N) he is a freaking elf! He could have around three thousand years easily!' As I lost myself in thought yet again, I was very surprised when dwarfs had pushed me behind them along with Bilbo and encircled us. But everything cleared up when I saw big number of elves on horses thundering towards us. They encircled us.

"Gandalf!" "Lord Elrond! Mellonnen, Mo evinedh? (My friend, where have you been?) " Said Gandalf bowing. "Farranem 'lamhoth i udul o charad, Dagganem tim na Inat Vedui. (We've been hunting pack of Orcs that came up from the South.)" The person who is now known to me as lord Elrond said. He drew his cloak from his horse, and dare I say very gracefully dismounted. He met Gandalf in mere two steps and hugged him. He withdraw from his hug, and took an Orcs sword from his waist, and gave it to the elf who met us when we came here.

"Strange for Orcs to come so near our borders, something or someone has draw them near." Said lord Elrond. Immediately my face etched in guilty expression because I know that we are the ones who drove them near. But in the same moment as I thought that, Gandalf as he has just read my mind said. "Ah.. That may have been us." Gandalf said gesturing to thirteen dwarfs, hobbit and me. Elrond glanced around company, I cached his eyes I looked at and him smiled and nodded. As hello. At last his gaze fell upon Thorin. "Welcome Thorin son of Thrain".

At that point I zoned out of their conversation. Instead I admired elf lord in front of me. He had pitch black, long hair, his eyes were captivating gray, his nose perfectly shaped and his lips thin. Even for elf he was beautiful. My heart stirred in my chest. ' Really Y/N, you are admiring freaking elf! You got off your mind or what?'

"Nartho i noer, toltho i viruvor. Boe i annam vann a nethail vin. ("Light the fires, fetch the miruvor [wine]. We must feed our guests".) Elrond said but that caused confusion between the dwarfs so Gloin decided to step up. "What is he saying!? Does he offers us insult?!" He said in pretty much harsh tone. "No master Gloin he is offering you food". Gandalf replied at which Gloin calmed down and said " Well in that case lead on". I had to stop myself from laughing. Gandalf looked at me confused as to why am I smiling, I just shook my head.

As we were heading to the hall where we will be eating, I stayed behind. I wanted to do something that fell on my mind as soon as I saw the valley.

"You go ahead eat, I'm not very hungry. But I would want to see gardens around here. That is if you approve it my lord Elrond". I said. His gray eyes looked at me, small smile played on his lips and he just nodded. That caused me to smile. "THANK YOU! U-Uh.. I mean I'm ever grateful". My embarrassment got better off of me so I ran away in to beautiful gardens.

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As I was walking around gardens, I remembered my beautiful home. I remembered the place where the sky is ever blue, and hearts are ever kind, from place where the knights are born. Where people smile brighter, and sun shines stronger. My homeland is... Was full of mountains, rivers, forests and waterfalls. My city was just like Rivendell, surrounded by mountains, and trough it flowing clear river. Tears welled up in my eyes as I remembered everything, my burned homeland, my dead family and friends, the torture.. Every memory that I tried to bury and lock deep in my mind came flooding back. My heart started throbbing, and my eyes started wetting. I just fell on soft grass beneath me, and cried until darkness took me.

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I woke up, to see sun setting. My mind started registering that my supposedly short absence lasted at least three hours. So I jumped up on my legs.. BIG mistake as I instantly felt dizzy. But got hold on some tree that helped me steady myself, and walked towards place that I started my walk.

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When I was out of gardens I started walking towards place where I was told that they have dinner. I walked in to see dwarfs on two separate tables, Thorin standing and lord Elrond and Gandalf on the head table. Besides Elrond was elf who I learned his name was Lindir, nice lad. As I was walking in, I just nodded at everyone as my signature way of saying hello, they nodded back and continued eating, but one of the elf maids brought another stool and put it beside Dwalin and gestured for me to sit with smile, I of course smiled back and sat.

"Can't say I fancy maids, they are too thin. They are all high cheek bones and creamy skin. Not much facial hair. Although that one there is not bad." He said looking at clearly male elf, I chocked at water that I was drinking, nearly bursting out laughing. "That's not an elf maid." Dwalin said, Fili turned to face him shocked expression crossed his face, as if asking him really. Dwalin just shook his head. That's when all table, besides me roared in laughter, for me it was just small smile.

"It's funny." He said nodding slightly.

"Thirteen dwarfs, halfling and human strange travelling companions Gandalf." Elrond said looking at us, that caused me to perk up. "These are decedents of house of Durin, and surprisingly cultured. Gandalf said, and I nearly laughed as I saw Bombur stuffing food in his mouth 'Oh the irony'. I thought to myself smirking.

"Change the tune why don't you? I feel like I'm on the funeral."Nori complied  "Did somebody die?" Oin added. "Alright lads there is only one thing for that." Bofur said and climbed on the table.

'There is an inn, a merry old inn,

beneath an old grey hill,

And there they brew a beer so brown That the Man in the Moon himself came down one night to drink his fill.

The ostler has a tipsy cat that plays a five-stringed fiddle; And up and down he runs his bow, Now squeaking high, now purring low, now sawing in the middle.

The landlord keeps a little dog that is mighty fond of jokes; When there's good cheer among the guests, He cocks an ear at all the jests and laughs until he chokes.

They also keep a hornéd cow as proud as any queen; But music turns her head like ale, And makes her wave her tufted tail and dance upon the green.

And O! the rows of silver dishes and the store of silver spoons! For Sunday there's a special pair, And these they polish up with care on Saturday afternoons.

The Man in the Moon was drinking deep, and the cat began to wail; A dish and a spoon on the table danced, The cow in the garden madly pranced, and the little dog chased his tail.

The Man in the Moon took another mug, and rolled beneath his chair; And there he dozed and dreamed of ale, Till in the sky the stars were pale, and dawn was in the air.

Then the ostler said to his tipsy cat: "The white horses of the Moon, They neigh and champ their silver bits; But their master's been and drowned his wits, and the Sun'll be rising soon!"

So the cat on his fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle, a jig that would wake the dead: He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune, While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon: "It's after three!" he said"

The table was MESS! Dwarfs were throwing food around, and nearly got Elrond three times! Gandalf looked like he would love to just disappear, an I wasn't much better. I would so LOVE for earth to open up and just swallow me whole. My face red from embarrassment but also from anger.

"ENOUGH!" I roared, banged my hands against table and shot up from my stool, everything stopped. "NOW LISTEN TO ME! YOU WILL CLEAN ALL, AND I MEAN ALL OF THIS! AM I CLEAR!" I could say that they were scared, even Thorin paled little. But I couldn't care less. I could feel gaze of Elrond and Gandalf and everyone in room. But I couldn't bring myself to care. "But.. we were just having fun." Fili and Kili commented but their bad luck was that I heard them. "You were having fun?! Do you see what you did of this place?! You thought that these poor people are going to clean up your mess?! NO WAY I'm letting that happen! Oh and one more thing.. There is so many that are hungry and you... YOU ARE THROWING FOOD AROUND! Next time you decide to do that, make sure I'm not there. Otherwise... Well you don't want to see what happens!" I was so angry that I could feel my body shaking. But just to stop myself from doing anything reckless, I took deep breath and exhaled. "I'm going for a walk. By the time I'm back, this place is going to be clean. AM. I. CLEAR?" I asked, all of them just nodded, I turned around and ran out. My blood was boiling.

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I was lying on my back in gardens watching stars. When I hear someone walking behind me. I turned around to see Gandalf standing there."There you are!" His warm voice rang. "Yeah here I am." I answered. "Mind if I sit?" "No of course not." "What was that back in hall? I mean yes it wasn't good of them to act like that.. But still wasn't enough for you to explode like that." He asked "My actions were not really good I admit.. But I got so angry that I couldn't think properly. I mean when I remember what I had to go trough just for peace of bread.." I started saying but quickly shut up. But apparently not quickly enough because Gandalf straightened his back, "What you had to do?" He asked his gaze confused but also scared. "No.. Nothing forget it.." I said, but his gaze was enough to make me tell him. "Well.. When someone wants to torture you there are two ways. First psychological and second is physical. I got tortured both ways and let me tell you... I wasn't fun at all. One of their physical torture was forbidding me to eat. I would need to be on brink of death to get peace of bread." All my memories came flooding back, my heart throbbed as I began remembering all awful things I had gone trough. Before I got chance to notice it tears were rolling down my cheeks. Gandalf just wiped them off.. "Do not fret little one. You are safe here." He said his voice soothing. "I think it's time for us to go back. You got lord Elrond pretty worried, but also his people were very thankful because you had "forced" dwarfs clean that place up!" He said small smile playing on his lips, which also got me to smile.

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Form that night already passed five years, I'm now living in Rivendell. I had gone out with dwarfs to reclaim mountain, but there lost Thorin, Kili and Fili I still miss them. But as I didn't have anywhere to go lord Elrond has offered me place in Rivendell. Now I'm his adviser along Lindir. With both I'm good friends. Although my feelings for Elrond weren't as platonic as they were for Lindir.

'Really I'm again thinking of that! Sober up Y/N! Elf finds love just once, and Elrond already had his! So get back on track!' I was thinking again, musing about Elrond. But my heart was shattering every time when I remembered that elf can only love once, and the one I love has already found his one love, who is waiting for him. But as I continued my musings I saw ellon who stole my heart without even knowing it walking towards me.

"Again lost in thought Mellon?" Elrond asked smiling his tone joking. I was one of few who had privilege to hear him joke an see him smile so genuinely. "Yes... Have lot on my mind..." His smile disappeared as soon as he heard pain in my voice. "What is bothering you Mellon." His voice now serious and concerned, I looked at the eyes I fell in love with, to see that they match with tone of his voice. "I.... I just..." I sighted "There is one person that I love... But I know that he couldn't love me back in million years." I finally said what was on my mind. But Elrond looked taken aback. "Mellon... You never told me you loved someone..." He said.. "Yeah... I did... For long time too.." I said. Elrond didn't looked too happy. "Don't worry Mellon... I promise to you that whoever doesn't love you, doesn't deserve you because he is totally out of his mind." He said "So you call yourself crazy?" I said it even before I could think of it, and as  soon as those words left my mouth I regretted them. "Wh.." He didn't even get chance to finish his sentence as I shot up and began running towards my chambers. I could hear him calling my name but I ignored it. As I came to my room, I locked it, threw myself on bed and began crying. Because I knew that it will never be the same. My relationship with Elrond will be completely different. I shattered our friendship! I completely destroyed it with my idiotic behavior!

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I was crying for whole hour, and began drifting off to sleep. But knock disturbed me.  "Who is it?" I ask. "It's me Y/N open the door. We have to talk." I heard Elrond's voice trough door, my body was temporally paralyzed. "Y/N open the door." His voice was firm and I figured he was angry, so it would be better to open door before he got more angry. So I got up and unlocked door. As soon as click from unlocking was heard Elrond got in room, and hugged me to his chest. After that without any warning his lips smashed on mine, I could feel every emotion he put in it.. Desperation, pain, hurt, happiness everything.

"My heart, joy and all stars on the sky! I love you too." He said his face bright and in his eyes I could see happiness.

Just that one word. Just word LOVE changed the rest of my life.

[sanisse]

Heeey can't wait to see this kinktober honestly! Specially the Elrond parts 🥰 I was wondering if you have in mind something about that cock warming kink of his? Like headcanons or something like that? Elrondxreader maybe ? 🥰🥰

Take care of you ❤️

thank you SO much for the opportunity to ramble about my Elrond + cockwarming brainrot. It’s such a favorite kink to apply to him tbh. 

Elrond Cockwarming Headcannons

loves it. absolutely ham feral for it. Doesn’t matter if he’s giving or receiving. 

receiving: in a soft dominance context for sure. Favorite times/locations are either under his desk while he’s working on paperwork/busywork (usually this is Lindir’s department...shared kink of theirs), while he’s quietly reading on a lazy evening. Can be oral or penetrative, either works. He’s VERY partial to oral cockwarming but sometimes he’s in the mood for penetrative. (He does like penetrative when he’s reading because he likes to hold his partner in his lap, rub their back, and read to them/talk. It’s very intimate and less sexual in this context). Oral cockwarming for him is always about soft exertion of dominance, because there is zero physical pleasure in it for the sub. It’s a very, very gentle way to say “I’m in control, you’re going to submit wholly to what I want from you, let’s get you into subspace”. 

This is usually a method he uses for softer subs (like Lindir, for instance), but occasionally he’ll do it during brat-taming as well. Touching yourself while cockwarming will get a stern reprimand. 

Rarely turns cockwarming into a blowjob when he’s domming. It’s usually a preamble to other activities. 

Often will use it as a soft punishment while domming as well. He has absolute infinite patience so if this is something a sub finds frustrating he will often use it as a punishment. Like, oh you came without asking? You’re being disobedient? Congrats you are going to be stuck with his cock in your mouth for up to an hour while he ignores you. 

Uses it for subs who have objectification/humiliation/service/fealty kinks a lot, because yeah....he can and will utterly ignore you during it. During a threesome he might even just have a casual conversation with the third partner. But if any of those are your kinks, don’t expect to be touched, don’t expect to be spoken to, don’t expect to have any attention at all. You’re meant to sit there and be quiet. 

But if it’s for softer subs who have service/fealty/praise kinks then expect a lot of fond hair-stroking, little caresses, little thank you’s and you’re doing so well for me. Etc. Etc. 

Likes penetrative cockwarming in a nonsexual manner just like, in bed and sleeping/cuddling. 

When giving he MUCH prefers oral due to his oral fixation and his just.........desire to be used when he’s subbing......lmao. Absolute favorite is just to be on his knees as a cocksheath for hours. He literally could be left there high and dry and not come at all and he’d take it happily. He really gets off on being entirely devoted to his dom’s pleasure while ignoring himself. He will do penetrative if asked (because when subbing he will do literally anything... he’s the sweetest, softest, most devoted sub you’ll ever have). 

Also very partial to deepthroating every once in a while during oral cockwarming as a sub. This comes down to his masochistic streak though, because deepthroating is painful and he really gets off on knowing that he’s willingly trading his pain for something that is pleasurable to his dom. 

Bonus points if the cockwarming session ends with being asked for a slow/sensual blowjob, or just getting his face fucked.

[averil-of-fairlea]

Two Promises

Conclusion. Part 1 is here.

Anonymous asked:

I don’t know if you would be interested but I was just hoping to request something where you are betrothed to Elrond but you are in love with Thranduil and he is in love with you? Maybe where you have to admit your true feelings to Elrond or something? || More Elf fics || Fanfiction Masterlist || Thanks Anon.

Thranduil stands in your doorway, tall and impossibly beautiful. He has a look of sweet familiarity about him as his eyes search your face. You can feel his arms around you before there is any contact.

He lifts his hands and caresses the sides of your face, blue eyes locked onto yours and catching a sliver of the day’s honey sunlight.

He moves closer, until the perfume from his wine-touched lips beckons you to take a small step forward.

What are you doing here? I’m not going to have dinner with you. I am going to marry Elrond, do you hear me?

You pour all of this out silently, with 100 percent conviction. But your actions speak louder than your unspoken words.

You completely close the gap between you, place your hands on his shoulders and lift up on your toes, which makes him smile lovingly at you before dropping his hands from your face down to your waist. He bends, circling you securely within his strong arms, holding you to his heart like a secret.

The fiery meeting of your mouths takes your breath away. Your hands leave his shoulders and run through his satiny hair, sighing and moaning against his lips.

You lose yourself for only another minute.  It crosses your mind that this is selfish, risky, and foolish. The entrance to your home is not shrouded in vines or tree canopies. Anyone looking up from the paths below - Elrond included - can witness this inappropriate intimacy between you and the visiting Elven King.

But the truth of the matter is, you have been reckless ever since Elrond left.

A passersby could have heard the erratic plucking and strumming of your fingers to the harp’s strings and rushed up, inquiring. And if that had happened - Aulë  help you - you could have very easily snapped, revealing your anguish over loving two Elves in two very different ways.

Breaking abruptly from the kiss, you push away from his embrace and lean to the right, looking around him as far as you can see across the many footbridges and trails surrounding your home.

There’s no one.

This is most unusual on such a lovely late afternoon. Residents and guests are often out strolling, or hurrying from place to place, on their way to their duties or friends’ homes.

It’s almost as if this private meeting, however improper, is meant to be.

You stand straight again telling yourself not to touch him. But your fingers begin twirling the ends of his hair anyway..

“I heard your song,” he says at last. “I heard it from my quarters. My attendant had the nerve to say it was a dying cat.” He lowers his head and kisses the tip of your nose.

“My song?” You frown. He couldn’t have possibly heard your ballad for Elrond, the one you intend to play for him at the wedding reception. You’d played it much too softly for him to hear all the way in his guest quarters.

“Yes,” he says, bringing his hands back to the sides of your face. “How dare anyone think ill of it. To me, it sounded like our heartbeats that night. Do you remember?”

That Night, in his realm, lying in your guest bed with him. You would always remember.

And oh, he’s right. 

That spastic racket did sound like your wildly thumping hearts That Night. Suddenly, the nonsensical tune makes perfect sense.

You turn and walk back into the parlor, and he follows. You face each other again, so glad to be reunited that it feels like a dream - one you must both wake up from.

“I was just about to deliver a note to you.” You glance at the now-crumpled section of parchment on the floor. “I cannot meet you for dinner.”

Thranduil is close enough to embrace you again, but you take a step back, close to the wall opposite the harp.

“Then meet me for bed.”

Clenching your jaw, you shake your head at him.

“You are no friend to Elrond and me,” you hiss, “and you’re more crass that I feared!”

“You understand my meaning, meleth nin. We could have given in to our base desires last summer during your visit, but we did not. I only want to be near you. You know what’s in my heart.”

“And Elrond knows what’s in mine.”

Thranduil swallows. “You told him, then?”

Gasping at the thought,  you can only  mouth “no.” 

Thranduil reaches out and takes your hands in his. You don’t resist.

“Gi melin.” He says ‘I love you’ with purity and truth. “Let me take you away from here, Come back to my home. Meet my son. Marry me.” His voice is tender and pleading. 

You shake your head at him again, but no longer in anger. He can’t pinpoint the look on your face, or maybe he just doesn’t want to fully recognize how hurt and conflicted you are.

The realization comes to him anyway, and freezes his heart. He never wants to see you so distraught.

Leaving Elrond at the altar is not the answer.. You would never be able to release the guilt and shame. Thranduil knows you are in love with him, but the simple fact is that you also love Elrond, and you respect him but far too much to break your promise.

“Forgive me,” Thranduil says quietly. “I have offended you once. I will not do it again.”

Thranduil bows to you, and turns to go.

He’s at the door. Panic runs through your veins. You can’t let him leave. Not like this.

“Thranduil.”

His back still to you, he lifts his head slightly, waiting.

“Gi melin,Thranduil.”

The confession barely leaves your lips when he pivots and the two of you rush into each other’s arms once more.

Deep into a long kiss, as you pull at each other’s sleeves and clasps, a voice suddenly drifts in.

“I see you’ve welcomed King Thranduil after all,” Elrond says, not a hint of surprise or bitterness in his tone.

What can either of you say? Absolutely nothing.

Elrond dives back into the thick, ugly awkwardness.

“I beg your pardon, your majesty,” he says to Thranduil cordially, entering the house, “but would you be so kind as to grant us some privacy?”

The King grazes his knuckles against yours, asking if you want him to stay. You don’t. You can take care of this, and it’s high time you did. No more pining after an Elf who is not your betrothed.

Thranduil nods in reverence to Elrond before crossing the room and exiting. You listen to his commanding footfalls hit the stairs and stone walkways on the return trip to his quarters.

Elrond swallows as his eyes move from your face to your tousled hair, from the loosened hooks of your dress and your damp lips to the dark, wet marks on your neck.

“And now you know,” you say. The sentence hits the floor with a thud.

Elrond sighs.

“I have always known.”

Shocked, you bring your hand to your chest, your eyes as large and round as saucers. You search your memory for any obvious clue you dropped, not counting the tantrum you’d thrown earlier about not wanting to greet Thranduil when he arrived. You actually fooled yourself into thinking Elrond accepted your excuses.

He walks up until he is as close as a groom should be to his bride at an altar, then takes your hand from your chest and leads you to your tufted cushion bench.

You sit, facing each other, your body trembling. Elrond tells you it’s all right, and urges you to breathe, and to please listen.

“I know about you and Thranduil, because your future is not hidden from me,” he says, “no matter how hard I have tried to ignore it.” He releases a long breath, then goes on.

“Shortly after I proposed, I had a vision of you with Thranduil. I dismissed it as being too dim and vague, even though it was as clear as my reflection in water.”

He pauses, looking around the many trinkets and artwork adorning the parlor walls, then gazes back at you.

“I saw you in his realm, in his arms, and I saw the moment that just passed. But I said nothing, and I did nothing, because I love you so.”

You shut your eyes tight, needing to hear this, but also wishing you could shield your ears from it. When you lift your eyelids, Elrond touches his hand to yours.

“After I left you earlier, for the most fleeting moment, I saw you with me. Loving me, sharing eternity together. But it was not my foresight; it was a wish. A wish I know you would unselfishly make true, if I let you.”

“Elrond, it does not matter what you saw of Thranduil and me, in foresight or in person. I love you, and we are going to be married. I made a promise to you, and I don’t take that lightly.”

“And I love you for your commitment and integrity, my dear.” Elrond sweeps his fingers across yours. “But how could I live with myself, knowing that you will never look at me the way you look at him?”

With those words, Elrond silences your protests. You look down at his long, elegant fingers, and wrap them into your palm.

“I would rather die than hurt or embarrass you and your children,” you sob, thinking of all the preparations and guests that have come to witness the nuptials. “We’ll fabricate a story. Tell everyone I’ve gone mad, or that I’m ill beyond hope, that it’s pointless to marry me. Yes, that’s it! And then tell me where you want me to go, Elrond, and I’ll go.”

He gifts you with a gentle smile.

“You must go, but not for the sake of appearances. I will say it was I who reneged, that I could not go through it.” 

He sees the disapproval in your wrinkled brow, and addresses it before you can voice it.

“It’s the truth, my love. I cannot go through with it, because I cannot hold you to a promise you should not keep.”

Thranduil looks for you in vain right up until the moment he leaves Imladris amid the surprise scandal of a wedding canceled, which Elrond announces on the day and hour it was to take place.

Thranduil has not seen you since Elrond walked in on him trying to free your dress from your body. He chose to stay away from you both, knowing that’s what you would want, even though it nearly killed him.

After the announcement, Thranduil practically runs to your house. It’s unoccupied, emptied of its paintings, sculptures and your beloved harp.

Only Elrond knows when you left and where you’ve gone, and he won’t reveal your secret. But he promises Thranduil that you are safe and sound, and that the king will see you again someday.

Thranduil accepts this quietly, his eyes dark and pensive. He doesn’t know how to share in words his remorse for capturing your heart and breaking Elrond’s, but he is deeply sorry for the part he’s played. 

It was never his intent to love you. He never thought he could love again. He never truly desired it. 

But you changed both Elves, for the better.

Elrond needn’t hear Thranduil’s apology. He sees it, just as he saw the two of you together, clear as day.

Thranduil allows a few Elves who traveled with him to stay behind in Imladris for extended visits. The journey back to his realm is down to a handful of guards and one of his many tailors.

They venture through the forest uneventfully, the foul darkness not yet having settled in. Still, Thranduil’s heart is heavy and grim, longing for you, desperate to know your whereabouts.

After the arrival in front of the palace’s towering doors, he feels so weighed down that he only wants to rest.

He glides across the wide vestibule, curtly greeting his welcoming staff, then stops as if he’s been rendered motionless by a spell.

“Do you hear that?” he asks Feren, who tilts his ear.

“Yes, my lord. A cat in the throes of death, it would seem. I’ll have someone -”

“No, It’s music.” Thranduil looks up and around, seeing the high and low notes flutter to him, and a slow smile begins to play at his lips. “A harp.”

“You do have a guest, my lord. But she plays beautifully,” Feren says.

“Yes,” Thranduil says, “she does. Listen.”

Every member of the staff before him looks at one another, frowning, worried about their king’s hearing.

“Perhaps a bit of wine to calm your nerves, King Thranduil? And a light supper?” Feren asks, gesturing toward the cook to get moving.

“Yes!” Thranduil says, his pewter robe waving behind him as he takes off. “Bring everything to the eastern guest quarters!”

The door to your suite is open, just like the door to your home in the valley.

Thranduil walks in slowly, expecting you to vanish the closer he gets, as perfect dreams tend to do.

But you continue strumming your harp, recreating the wild sounds that drew him to you in Imladris, finishing with a several strong plucks.

Smiling, you stand from the wooden stool, and interlace your fingers before you.

“I call it, ‘The Promise,’ “ you say.

“And what promise might that be?” Thranduil  asks, walking inside.

“To love you, Thranduil, son of Oropher, with my whole heart.”

He plants a kiss on your forehead and gathers you into an embrace.

“May I suggest, you call it ‘Two Promises,’ meleth nin, to include one from me?”

“What’s yours?”

Another kiss, softly to your mouth.

“To make you my Queen.”

[helmaninquiel]

A FADING STAR SHINES BRIGHTEST

Words: 812 Pairing: Elrond/Elf!Wife!Reader (Celebrian?) Based on this imagine from imaginexhobbit.

It had been a fateful battle that had gotten you into this position. The wound that was slowly poisoning you was too great for even your husband to heal. And the fact that he could do nothing, but sit by your side, pained him the most of all.

“You must continue to be the wonderful father that... “ a grimace of pain halted your sentence, and Elrond’s eyes shown as he took your hands in his, letting you squeeze them as tightly as you may. As if that would be a way he could take your pain away. It worked. Because you gave him a light smile. “A wonderful father that you have always been,” you finished. “The children need you. Arwen, Elrohir, and Elladan.”

“I will care for them. They will see you once more, in Valinor-”

“You have seen that we could not sail for another few millennia. But I will wait.” He closed his eyes, and his lips pressed against your knuckles, holding it there while he poured his love out into your hand. “A fading star shines the brightest around those that she loves,” you whispered quietly as you clutched your weeping husband’s hand tightly. He held fast as if he would not let it go. And if he would never let go. “None of this is your fault, meleth nin. It was me who decided to join you today.”

Your lord husband opened his eyes, shining brightly as they stared into yours. “I wish I could take your pain, so you do not suffer as you go.”

“I am not suffering when I am with you,” you said softly. But the tears shown in Elrond’s eyes, and you wished desperately to ease his pain. “Promise me that you will not be sad.”

“You are my life, meleth nin,” he murmured. “Ge melon.”

“I love you, too,” you whispered quietly.

“Can I get you anything?” He sounded so desperate, that you felt a smile light up your face. “You must want something.”

“Just you,” you said quietly. But already you felt cold, and you were unsure if your grip was getting weaker, or you had not been holding his hand tightly all along. You couldn’t remember. “A parting kiss would be wonderful, meleth.”

He obeyed, and with the kiss he took your last breath. He felt your grip falter completely, and he pulled away to see that your eyes were closed and you had ceased breathing. And he bowed his head over the hand he clutched dearly, and allowed his tears to follow. “I am sorry, hervess nin,” Elrond spoke brokenly. He had done all he could to heal you. He had done all he could to take away your pain, but it had not been enough. The mortal wound was too much for even an elf such as yourself. “Ge melon.”

He stayed with you for a few more minutes, before he rose. He would have to tell the children the news. They were huddled together, and looked up hopefully when Elrond entered the room.

“Ada?” Arwen’s voice sounded quietly. Merely children in their world, and yet such great misfortune. Elladan and Elrohir were sitting on opposite sides of her, as if comforting her most. Arwen rushed to her father, and he lifted her with care, before moving towards his two sons. He exhaled as he sat between them, the burden of his news heavy in his heart.

“Is Naneth alright?” Elladan asked quietly. But he already seemed to know, when Elrond swallowed hard, doing his best to keep his face neutral.

“Nost,” Elrond spoke, addressing the small group of children. “Your Nana… her wounds were too great. She could not be healed and she did not make it.” There was silence, and Elrond closed his eyes. It was easier that way. “We will ride to Lothlorien in a few days, after Nana is put to rest, to tell Haruni and Haru of such unfortunate news.”

Arwen was the first to make a sound. A soft sigh, and Elrond clutched her tightly in his arms as she began to cry. And that was the undoing of his two sons, older and more adept with their thoughts and emotions. But soon they were hugging Elrond, too, crying as they leaned on their father in their moment of grief. All Elrond could do was hold them back, fighting the tears that desperately needed to be shed. But he could not. His children needed to be comforted, not saddened by seeing him cry as well.

“You all meant a great deal to her, but we will see her again.” It was a small comfort, as the years that stretched on would be far longer than any years they had spent with her so far. But the day would come when they would sail for the Undying Lands. “Together as a family.”

Meleth nin - My Love Nost - Family/Loved ones Ge melon - I love you. Haruni and Haru - Grandmother and Grandfather in Quenya Hervess nin - my wife Nana/Naneth - Mum/Mother

These could be wrong, and if so just let me know!

[the-fiction-witch]

Little Princess

Media - Rings Of Power Character - Elrond Couple - Elrond X Reader Reader - Y/n (Princess of Elves, daughter of Gil-Galad) Rating - 18 + nudity/ virginity/ kissing/ breast play/ fingering/ pinv/ full sex/ raw sex/ Word Count - 3197

Elrond paced his chambers in the city of Lindon. Doing his best to think over this impossible choice. To break his oath to one of his most dear friends and give hope to all his people, or to keep his oath and be complacent in the death of many as well as himself. The king asked so much but it was not without its matter.

Suddenly the door to Elronds chambers knocked rather hurriedly,

"Come in," he said, his attention breaking from his thoughts to look at the door, his eyes looking curious at the hurry of the knock

the door opened and closed as quickly, The young princess Y/n, daughter of high king Gil-galad stood before him. Her hair was put up with a long hairpin, her eyes puffy from tears, wearing a long sage green gown laced down her front,

"Herald Elrond. I pray I am not interrupting but ... I must speak with you. On a matter, I find most urgent'

Elrond's expression softened as he saw the young woman, looking at her with a look of concern and care. "You are not interrupting princess. I am always available to speak. What is the matter that is so urgent?"

"I have heard of what my father asks of you. I find it... A matter of such cruelty. Such ruthless ambition has blinded him to care. That he asks this of you. To place the fate of all our race on your shoulders, those same shoulders he has already burdened with so much... It... It makes me weep why he asks... Nay demands. You break this oath. To your friend of so many decades."

Elrond's expression darkened as she mentioned the demand, sighing as he sat on the edge of his bed, his hand rubbing his temple "It is a... A heavy ask of me. An impossible choice, one I do not think I can make. But what do you want me to do little princess? I cannot defy the king. I owe much of my life to him."

"I owe him my whole life and yet I still would defy him in this moment. Your word is your law and what is any of our immortal lives at the price of breaking such oaths of trust and loyalty." She explained "If you break this oath... You will lose your beloved kin in Durin. Lose the faith of all dwarves for generations to come. Sour the good word of elves and the Valar themselves. Please... I know this weighs on you herald Elrond, but do not bear this alone."

Elrond sat silent as the princess gave her words, his expression conflicted. He knew she spoke the truth, that the price of breaking his honour was great. But to break it he would bring hope to his people. After a moment of silence, he let out a weary sigh, looking up at the princess sadly. "What do you think I should do little one? What would you do in my place if it came to it?"

"... I would slap my father for making such a request," she chuckled, "and then I would set my wisest to the task of the tree. Send elves I trust to every kingdom that holds more than ten souls. And I would beg them for their words and try everything that could be done. There must be another way beyond this... Ore my father lusts for so desperately.”

Elrond chuckled slightly at her comment, his expression showing a hint of amusement at how quickly she answered, her ideas certainly weren't unwise. He crossed his arms as he hummed in thought "That is not a bad idea, my little princess, though I'm not sure the king would take too kindly to you slapping him" he joked

"In this matter he deserves it. When he told me what he asked of you I almost did so myself."

Elrond laughed softly at the idea of his little princess slapping the king, his hand raising to his mouth to contain it secretly, "He would have your hand for that, my princess. But that is not necessary" he said, "I will do what you suggested, I will send word to all of the elven realms and see what I can do"

"it was necessary." She said firmly "he demands you break an oath, sour your name, dirty your hands and not his own." She explained

Elrond's smile faded at her firm and harsh tone, his expression turning slightly sombre as he nodded his head in agreement. "you're right, my princess. It is not right of him to demand this of me, to force me to break my honour. He should not use my loyalty against me like this. You are a lot more insightful than I give you credit for"

she softly smiled "... I wish I could do more. I know my words provide little comfort in this matter." She sighed "but... I do have another comfort I may offer?"

Elrond returned her soft smile, his eyes looking curious at her words. He chuckled slightly and raised a brow "and now you have piqued my curiosity. What is this other comfort you wish to offer me?"

she softly blushed before she stepped back slightly away from him, "My father asks of you an impossible task. To break an oath sworn to your greatest friend. To soil your honour and dirty your hands in a matter he wishes to wash his own off." She explained pulling the long pin from her hair and letting her hair fall loose "And I offer you, a turn of stone. An eye for an eye. A broken oath for a broken oath" she said unlacing the gown, "in comfort for my father's demand for you to break your oath to prince Durin. I shall break in turn an oath to my father." She said letting her dress pool at her feet standing innocently completely naked, "and allow myself to have my own honour broken by you."

Elrond watched her as she stripped down, his eyes widening in surprise at her words and her actions, not having expected this at all. He stared at her in silence for a few moments, his heart racing and all although he did not intend it his body hardening at the meer sight of her like this, he was speechless, before finally gathering his words and speaking "My little princess... You would... You would have me stain your honour? That is most noble... And most foolish" he stood up from the bed, moving towards her. He looked into her eyes, a mix of concern and care in his gaze. He placed a gentle hand on her cheek, gently caressing it with his thumb "My sweet little princess, are you sure this is what you want to do? To throw away your honour at the price of mine own?"

"I am sure." She whispered

he let out a weary sigh, his expression soft, he looked at her for a few moments, the conflict clear within his eyes, his mind in turmoil. He cared for the princess, he had for a long while. She was young, innocent, carefree, and he sought to protect her honour. Yet here she was, willing to throw it away. His heart couldn’t say no. "Very well... If you are sure, my little princess”

she nodded Blushing softly her lips parted and her eyes on his,

he let his eyes roam over her form, taking in the sight of her. An ethereal beauty that he couldn’t tear his eyes away from, his hand gently brushing down from her cheek and down her neck, onto her shoulder, and then along the side of her body "You are certain, my princess? Once this is done, it cannot be undone”

"I am certain." She whispered moving to her tiptoes to press her lips to his

his eyes widened slightly before gently closing as her lips met his, his other hand moving to the small of her back, gently holding her in place against his body as he kissed her back. He could feel his heart speeding up as he enjoyed the feeling of her lips against his, his mind overwhelmed with the sensation. After a moment, his tongue gently moved against her lower lip, gently asking for entrance

she happily parted her lips for him and softly moaned into the kiss

he let out a soft moan of his own as her lips parted for him, his tongue slipping into her mouth and gently exploring the soft, wet cavern. His free hand moved from her back and up to the nape of her neck, gently holding her head in place as he deepened the kiss, his body pressing gently against hers as he felt his self-control waver

he broke the kiss, pulling back slightly to catch his breath, his breathing shallow and eyes darkened. He kept her body flush against his own as he looked down at her, his heart racing and his body heating "Are you still sure of this, little princess?" he asked, his voice low and gruff. He couldn’t deny the need he felt, the desire to take her here and now against the wall. But he would never do anything without her consent.

she giggled and nodded excitedly jumping onto his bed and hooking her index finger to summon him to bed with her.

he laughed slightly at her little command, finding her adorable while also finding her immensely sexy, especially now with her lying on his bed. He approached her, crawling onto the bed and positioning himself over her. He looked down at her with a look of want and need in his eyes, his body pressing gently against hers as he knelt between her legs. "You are far too impatient for one so young, little princess"

"Then surely... You must be even more impatient than I?" She teased

he chuckled and lowered his head down, until his lips were nearly touching her ear, his breath hot against her skin as he spoke in whispers "Oh, you have no idea how impatient you've made me, little one... I'm trying to stay in control, but you've made it rather difficult" his hands moved down her body, gently caressing her curves as he spoke. he left a trail of soft kisses down her neck as he moved down slowly, savoring each one. He left a soft kiss on her collarbone, then her chest, and then her ribs, his tongue leaving a wet trail as it moved over her skin. He gently nipped and sucked at her skin, leaving soft marks in his wake

she gasped and whimpered twisting her fingers in his hair innocently keeping her knees together

he moved his hands down and gently placed them on her knees, gently moving them apart as he continued his kisses further down her body. He glanced up at her from between her legs and smirked, his eyes darkened with desire "No need to keep them together, little one... I'll take care of you" he murmured before gently nipping at her thighs, leaving more little marks on her pale skin

she softly Giggled clearly a little nervous but excited still,

he could feel the nervous energy radiating off her, a mixture of excitement and inexperience. He could only imagine this was the first time she'd done anything like this, making him pause his actions. He looked back up at her, his expression softened to one of care and comfort, his hands moving to pull off his clothes, leaving him bare to her eyes, "If you become uncomfortable at any time, you need only tell me, and I will stop." he said, his voice gentle and soft

"I will, I promise." She cooed "but you need not stop, my darling."

he returned the smile as she spoke, his heart fluttering at the sweet name she called him. He chuckled a bit before his expression darkened with desire again, his eyes looking up at her as he spoke "You are an absolute treasure, my princess, with your little commands and sweet words" he moved his hands up stroking her thighs his eyes watching her expression to gage her comfort level, his mind awash in thought. He wanted her so badly that he could hardly control himself. Yet he wanted to be gentle and caring with her, to make sure he didn't overstep her comfort level. His eyes looked at her bare form, admiring the sight before him her own eyes looking back with the same admiration. his gaze roamed over her body, drinking in every curve and contour, his eyes lingering on the delicate folds of her sex. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he took in the sight before him, his desire for her growing with each passing moment. Reaching out, he gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, “You're so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice low and husky, full of emotion. “I've been wanting to see you like this for what feels like an eternity.” He leaned in close, his lips brushing against hers in a soft kiss, the touch sending sparks flying through her body.

she softly blushed her legs trembling with excitement, "as have I."

His mouth lingered on hers, savouring the taste of her lips, his tongue dipping inside to dance with hers. He felt her tremble beneath him, and a surge of possessiveness ran through him, but he pushed it aside, focusing instead on the sensations coursing through his own body. As they broke apart for air, he smiled down at her, his eyes burning with desire “My love,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of their hearts. “Let me show you what I've been waiting for.” He reached out his hand closing around the base of his cock, giving it a slow stroke as he gazed at her.

she gasped and whimpered slightly in fear at the sight,

Her reaction sparked something primal within him, and he felt a growl rise up in his throat. But he suppressed it, not wanting to scare her further. Instead, he reached out and gently cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of her jaw “It's okay,” he whispered, his voice soothing. “I'm not going to hurt you. I promise.” He leaned in close, his nose brushing against hers as he spoke. His warm breath danced across her skin, “Trust me,” he urged, his eyes locked on hers. “I want to pleasure you, not frighten you.”

"I trust you... I... I fear you are to big for me." She blushed

A low rumble of amusement escaped his chest as he heard her words, and he couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. He gently pulled back from her, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled “Oh, my little princess,” he teased, his voice dripping with affection “You worry too much about size. It's not about being big enough, it's about fitting together.” He leaned in close once more, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered “I'll take care of you,” His hot breath as he continued to whisper in her ear “We'll find a way to fit together perfectly.” His hands moved to her hips, his fingers digging gently into the flesh as he guided her closer. He could feel the tension building between them, the air thick with unspoken desire. Slowly, he began to move against her, his cock sliding along her labia lips, “You're so wet for me already,” he breathed, his voice husky with approval His fingers tightened on her hips, holding her in place as he continued to rub himself against her. The friction was intense, and she felt herself getting hotter by the second.

His grip on her hips tightened, and he lifted her onto the edge of the bed, his mouth descending to claim hers once more. Their lips crashed together in a fierce kiss, tongues tangling as they devoured each other. He could feel her heart racing beneath his fingertips, her pulse pounding in time with his own. As they kissed, his hands began to roam over her body, tracing the curves of her waist, the swell of her breasts. His fingers danced across her nipples, sending shivers down her spine as she arched into his touch. Breaking away from her mouth, he trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at the tender skin with his teeth.

She gasped, her head falling back as he licked a path down to her collarbone.

“I need you now,” he whispered, his voice rough with urgency he couldn't resist it anymore, he reached down and grasped his cock once more, guiding it towards her entrance. With a slow, deliberate movement, he pushed inside, feeling her tight heat envelop him like a vice. Her eyes snapped open, locking onto his as he began to move within her, their bodies moving in perfect syncopation.

The sounds of their lovemaking filled the air the creak of the bedframe, the soft gasps and moans that escaped her lips, the ragged breathing that came from both of them.

As he thrust deeper, she let out a cry of pleasure, her nails digging into his scalp as she arched her back. He could feel her walls contracting around him, milking him for every last drop of pleasure. With a final, savage push, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, and then froze, savoring the moment of pure bliss that had washed over them both. For a long, suspended moment, they hung there, locked together in a tableau of passion and desire.

Then, slowly, he began to move again, his strokes growing slower and more deliberate as he coaxed her towards a second climax. Her eyes were still locked on his, burning with an inner fire that seemed to match the flames that were raging within him. And as he looked into those depths, he saw something there that gave him pause a glimmer of recognition, perhaps, or a hint of understanding that went far beyond mere physical attraction. Whatever it was, it struck a chord deep within him, and suddenly he was moving faster, harder, driven by a newfound sense of purpose and urgency.

She hit her second orgasm screaming his name and her whole body reacting, which in turn gave him his own orgasm,

Elrond quickly pulled out and came across his sheets already missing the feeling of her the moment he left, “...Uhh… ughh I uh… Little princess,”

“Yes My Darling,” she cooed between her own gasps,

“I adore you my little princess, my love… I mean it when I call you that. I love you,” He cooed stroking her cheek,

“I love you more,” she smiled pulling him into a kiss, “Humm my father will be angry with you,” she giggled,

“Humm… he will, but I will happily face the wrath of our father a thousand times over for another night with you.”

“You need not,” she smirked, “You can have every night for all of eternity.”

“Then I shall savour every last one.” He smirked back pulling her into a deep and loving kiss, “Humm…shall we continue my little princess?” He growled moving his hand to rub her clit,

“Yes, my darling.” she happily jumped on him flipping them over so he was under her with her straddling his legs, and pulling him into a hot and heavy kiss,

[the-fiction-witch]

You Don't Know What You're Asking For

Media - Rings Of Power Character - Elrond Couple - Elrond X Reader Reader - Y/n (Daughter of Galadriel and Celebron, Basically taking the place of Celebrían) Rating - 15 Word Count - 3118

Elrond even to this day found immortality rather strange and somewhat uncomfortable. He watched friends age and wither while he still lingers. He watched castles turn to dust. He watched the peace he helped create be abused by whichever opportunist sought power and pride. Twenty years seemed to pass in a blink of an eye and all things seemed to fade away. But there were small joys to in immorality, the soft joy of winters end and the gentle blooms of spring, as well as the visits few and far between of those he cared for,

Today was such an occasion, the lady Galadriel was visiting, with her husband Celeborn and daughters, from their usual home of LothLorien,

He smiled, feeling his features ease into a relaxed and welcoming smile before waving towards the small party,

First to emerge was lord Celeborn, who then took the hand of his wife Galadriel to aid her down from the horse,

"My lord, it has been too many of these long years," she greeted,

Elrond gave a light laugh, "It truely has been long, too many years" he replied, returning the greeting with a bow and taking her hands, "You look as radiant as ever my lady,"

She smiled the two sharing a moment in peace after such a long friendship,

"Last I saw this place it was a barely pile of rocks and mortar," lord Celeborn laughed, "you have crafted her into a place grander than Lindon I think,"

Elrond laughed, raising one of his hands in a dismissive gesture, clearly proud of the work the elves and men of Rivendell had done, but humble enough to not openly say this at the lavish praise of his home, "I simply provided the groundwork, a place for the great people of middle earth to call home, and it bloomed into this" he replied,

"A second home for many I'm sure" Galadriel smiled just as three girls approached,

Last elrond saw them the two eldest where barely maidens, and the third didn't exist. Now three stood before him.

"May I introduce, Themyscira our youngest" she explained and the little girl no higher then a hobbit bowed in her little blue gown,

Elrond chuckled at the introduction, lowering down to kneel in front of the young maid, smiling as she bowed to him, "It is a pleasure to meet you, little one" he said, his voice warm and soft, gentle and welcoming as he took her tiny fingers into his hand giving her hand a proper little kiss,

"And of course, you will recall Mellimina" Galadriel nodded,

The last time he saw the middle daughter she was a meer child no taller then his knee, she now stood almost to his shoulder with long blonde hair like her mother in a soft yellow gown,

"It is a pleasure, my lord," Melimina bowed,

Elrond nodded remembering her as a little girl, He was surprised by how fast she'd grown and how grown up, "No need for that, mellimina" he said warmly, waving a dismissive hand, "I am simply a friend, no need for titles and formalities" he smiled taking her hand to give it a polite kiss too,

"And I'm sure you shall recall Y/n," Galadriel smiled,

And for a moment elrond was speechless, Y/n, galadriel’s eldest daughter, last he saw her she was barely a maiden coming into her own, she stood now at his shoulder, a bodythat would be a Syren call for any man, wearing a lilac gown with embroidered stars, with hair pins of silver stars gracing her locks, a elvish gem necklace around her neck,

She looks up at him with eyes like gems as she bows without a word,

Elrond stared in awe, his heart beating a little faster as he looked upon the woman who stood before him. She was not the girl he remembered, she was grown now, grown and stunning. All the air seemed to flee his lungs as he gazed into those emerald eyes, her image in front of him like a vision that he would gladly lose himself in for an eternity. He stared for a few beats, unable to speak as he returned from the trance and gave her a nod, praying to the Valar that nobody had noticed his stare or the pink hue creeping across his cheeks, he swallowed, trying desperately to regain his composure and force the words from his lips "I remember you well my lady," he smiled taking her hand and giving it a slightly prolonged kiss,

"I to recall you my lord, I admit such memories I am reminded of fondly, I hope such years have blessed you with good health since last we met?" Y/n smiled, she spoke like a proper elven lady, much like her mother

a warm, genuine smile played across elronds lips as he nodded in response. She was as poised and as elegant as he remembered, but now there was also a maturity about her, a beauty that he'd never noticed before. He would get lost in the sound of her voice had it not been for her question, "Yes- yes I am well," he replied, his mind suddenly blank as he found it near impossible to think of anything to say when he stared into those eyes of hers, he took a quiet breath, gathering his thoughts and composure as he prepared to speak. He was a powerful elf Lord and commander, and yet now, in front of this beautiful maiden all he could think of was the way her gown shone in the sunlight, the way her lips moved when she smiled and the way her necklace sparkled against her neck, "And you my lady.. you are well?" he asked, silently cursing himself at how awkward he felt in this moment. He sounded like a flustered fool, stumbling over his words

"I have been blessed by such peace," she nodded

Luckily Galadriel and Celeborn requested to prepare their room, the younger girls did also but,

“If it is all the same I would adore a walk of the Rivendell Gardens,” Y/n smiled, “The foliage this time of year is so divine,”

“Yes, yes of course I’d be happy to take you.” he nodded

Galadriel, Celeborn and the girls excused themselves, Elrond praying silently they would keep a safe distance. He turned his attention back to Y/n, now alone in the courtyard.

Elrond exhaled a breath he had been holding, a soft sound of relief, his nerves slowly fading as he smiled warmly at her and offered his arm to lead her down to the gardens, he walked slowly beside her, silently trying to come up with something to say "You've grown so much.. you were just a small girl last I saw you" he laughed softly

she smiled as they walked, her hands wrapped around his arm in a very lady like way,

"Yes, the years have been long since last we are one another. I believe it was when you came to visit lothlorien before the birth of Themescara, I was but a child then,"

"Just a small child yes," he agreed quietly, his mind wandering back to the memory. He could still picture her, running through the gardens chasing butterflies, her little dress covered in a dusting of dirt, he chuckled as a thought crossed his mind, causing him to look at the woman beside him "You did cause quite a bit of mischief as a girl"

"I suppose it is the blessing of all children, to be graced with such chaos" She smiled,

He chuckled quietly, the image of her small form tearing through the gardens still clear in his mind "Yes.. though not all children have quite the same level of chaos. I believe you were one of the worst"

"I suppose I was, but isn't that the job of a first born?" She laughed

he laughed with her, shaking his head and looking down at the ground, "No, my sweetling, the job of the first born child is to be a good example, good role to their younger siblings, not to cause chaos" he teased gently, his voice soft and warm

she softly blushed "I know, I straightened up of course, for my sister's and for the people of lothlorien,"

he smiled down at her, seeing the blush that had risen to her soft cheeks. He felt a strange flutter in his stomach, butterflies that he had not felt before, as he looked at her face. He swallowed a lump in his throat, his thoughts racing as he desperately tried to find something to say, "Of course.. and look at you now, such a proper elvish lady" he teased gently

"I do my best" she smiled "… Father says he must take me to Lindon" she said rather sadly

he felt a pang in his heart as she spoke, a soft frown on his face. "To lindon… why?" he asked, his voice quiet and sad. The idea of losing sight of her again, being unable to see her or speak with her left a sour feeling in his chest.

"To formally present me to the elven court, and the high king." She nodded "as daughter of lady galadriel and lord celeborn, I am to be formally presented at court, so I may be wed to a high elven lord" she explained sadly

his heart clenched at the sound of the last part of her words, a cold feeling forming in his chest and a bitter taste in his mouth. His mind filled with cruel images of her being courted by high elven lords, her gentle laugh heard in the halls when she smiled at some young commander, her arm linked with another mans. It filled him with a strange mixture of anger and sadness. he tried his hardest to keep the anger he felt from showing in his voice "So.. you will be wed"

"I must do what my father commands of me"

he felt the words like a stab to his heart, a deep sadness filling the place where the anger had been. He had held her as a child, watched her grown into woman and now, after all these long years he was so close to losing her again "You could refuse" he said suddenly, his grip on her arm tightening. He stopped and pulled her to a halt, forcing her to face him

"I do not wish to upset them" she said "I must do what is best for my people, must I not?"

"But it may not be best for you" he said, gripping her upper arms now, turning her body to face him. "Being wed to some commander, some high elven lord, forced to live far out in lindon, is that truly what you want?" he asked, his voice quiet and pleading

"… I want whatever will make my family happy, whatever makes my people happy, whatever brings peace and tranquility is all I desire. And if my happiness is what must be the price then … So be it"

he felt a lump form in his throat, the thought of her sacrificing her happiness for others breaking his heart. He found himself taking a step closer to her, still holding her arms firmly, his fingers gripping the soft material of her gown "You can't possibly believe that. You deserve more than that, you deserve to be happy too"

"… I gave up many happinesses in the years since you last saw me. I suppose that's part of maturity, learnt to then away from that which use to bring you such joy…"

he stared down at her, his heart wrenching in his chest at her words. Without thinking, he reached up and cupped her cheeks, his fingers on either side of her face

she gasped her lips parted,

He swallowed, looking down at her. He noticed every feature now, the way her lashes framed her eyes, the rosy pink colour of her lips, the way her hair framed the soft curves of her face "You cannot give up on yourself" he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion "you cannot just accept that you will be unhappy…"

"… If I did what I knew would make me happy, I would have been cast out years ago" she whispered "there is… So much in this world I… desire. But my own pleasure and joy is not the life of a lady… Even if I so wish it could be"

he felt her words like a physical blow, his chest aching under the weight of emotion. Every part of him longed to pull her close, to hold her against his chest and assure her he could give her whatever she desired, to kiss those soft pink lips till he had taken all the air from her lungs. But he held himself firmly in place, his hands gripping her cheeks gently "And what is it you desire my sweetling…"

Without a single word, she moved to her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his, he lips soft and tender, she smelt of lavender flowers and tasted of strawberries, her hands settling on his chest as she pulled back enough to see his eyes

he froze in shock for a moment, unable to believe the soft feeling of her lips on his. For a moment, it seemed to him that the earth had stopped turning, that the world was no longer moving. The press of her lips against his own was like a jolt of electricity that shot through his body. It took an almost painful amount of effort on his part to prevent him from wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to him, crushing her body against his in an embrace, until she pulled back and he gazed down at her, his heart racing "that.. was what you wanted?"

"mhm," she nodded her fingers playing with his clothes a little,

he exhaled a shaky breath, his mind still swirling from the feeling of her lips on his own. The way she played with the material of his clothes sent a strange shiver down his spine, and it took a lot of effort to not press her back against the nearest tree and claim her for himself he gazed down at her, unable to look away from her beautiful face, her pretty pink lips "And what else do you desire, sweetling?"

she softly bit her bottom lip and pushed his arms to entrap her waist

he let her move his hands, the feeling of the soft material of her gown under his fingers like silk as he slid his hands down to her waist. He could feel her body under the fine material, every curve of her waist and hips, and it took all of his self control to not pull her body against his, "And what else?… Tell me, sweetling" he said again, his voice thick with desire and need

"hummm I think it's your turn to tell me something you desire, my lord."

he swallowed, his hands gripping the material of her gown, taking in the feeling of her body against his palms. He wanted her. He wanted her so badly that he ached from the want of her. He wanted to hold her, feel every curve of her body, to run his hands through her hair, taste her skin.. he wanted her so badly it was like a fire in his blood he took a quiet breath, trying to control himself "You.. I desire you"

she bit her lip a little harder, and she giggled a little as he pulled her against him, squeezing their bodies together, "as so I" she whispered against his lips

he swallowed a gasp as he pulled her close to him, the feeling of her body against his own sending a shiver down his spine. He could smell the scent of lavender and it filled his mind with thoughts, of tangled legs and the sound of her soft moans. He longed desperately to run his fingers across her skin, to find every sensitive spot on her body and claim it for himself, he lifted a hand to her chin, tilting her face so they were only inches apart "How am I to keep my hands to myself if you do that"

"I do not wish you to keep them to yourself" she softly giggled

a smirk slowly formed on his face as he heard her words, his thumb caressing the soft skin of her chin as he gazed down at her, "Oh sweetling" he whispered, his heart racing, desire and need filling his body like liquid fire "you don't know what you're asking for"

"I have had years to know what I am asking…" She whispered back

he exhaled a shaky breath, closing his eyes as he tried to control himself. The feel of her body against his own was driving him insane, the sound of her voice in his ear sending his heart racing. He knew this should stop, that he should pull away from her before it was to late, before he could no longer control the fire in his blood. but her words, her breath against his ear, her body so close to his, it was like a drug that he could not resist, "You don't know what I want to do to you, sweetling"

she softly Giggled "I do not, but I'd like to know."

he felt a shiver run down his spine at the sound of her laugh, her voice like sweet music to his ears. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the soft skin of her neck, just below her ear "I want to touch you. I want to hold you… I want to bury myself in you" he whispered quietly, his voice thick with desire

she blushed hard craning her neck to allow him more space to kiss

he pressed a line of soft kisses down her neck, his hands gripping her sides as he whispered against her skin "I want to hear you moan" he purred, his voice like velvet "I want to taste you, make you come undone in my arms" he continued to kiss down her neck, his hands moving to her rear and pulling her body against his as he whispered in her ear "I want to take you to my bed and keep you there, so I can hear the lovely noises you make when I touch you"

she giggled once more as he pulled her as tight to him as possible, his hands on her ass, her chest pressed against his, heaving as she gasps desperately, "Then what is stopping you?"

he felt a shiver of pleasure run down his spine, the way her body was pressed against his own like sweet torture. Her voice in his ear, the feeling of her in his hands making his heart race, his blood burn, "Nothing." he whispered, his voice thick with need. He took her hand and pulled her towards his chambers…

[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.

[the-fiction-witch]

Baby

Media - Rings Of Power Character - Elrond Couple - Elrond X Reader Reader - Y/n (Wife) Rating - 18 + fingering/ making out/ pinv/ full sex/ breeding Word Count - 1009

Elrond made his way to his chambers after a long day of dealing with Gil-galad and Galadriel being at utter war with one another. He slipped inside closing the door behind him and taking a breath. He kicked off his boots and cloak preparing for a present relaxing evening, however as he stepped inside he suddenly was caught off guard by a voice.

"Hello, my love..." Y/n cooed,

Y/n, Elronds wife stood in the middle of their chambers, her hair loose flowing down her back, her body draped with a half-sheer blue robe that she held together with one hand at her stomach. The neckline is so low it barely even conceals her breasts. The candlelight flickered gently, casting shadows that danced across her body.

Elrond's eyes met her and bulged slightly in surprise, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he took in the sight of her. “My darling,” he whispered, his voice low and filled with longing he wasn’t used to her being so bold… but he liked it. He slowly approached her, his gaze never leaving hers. As he drew closer, the sweet scent of jasmine wafted off her skin, enveloping him in a sensual embrace. His hands reached out to gently caress her waist, “Hello, my beautiful Y/n,” Elrond murmured, his fingers trailing along the edge of her robe. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “What did I do to deserve such a welcome?”

Y/n cooed stepping backwards out of his grip, "You remember... Some days ago now, we discussed... Our intentions for attempting, little elves?" She hinted,

Elrond's eyebrows raised at her coy mention of their previous conversation. “Yes, my darling. I remember quite well.” Elrond's heart raced with anticipation as he began to slowly unbutton his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest. “You look exquisite,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “Do you want me to worship every inch of your perfect body tonight, Y/n?” he growled pulling her against him letting her feel how hard just the meer sight of her like this had made him,

Y/n scoffed and pushed off her robe leaving her naked. She wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered against his lips, "Not tonight... Tonight... I want a baby."

Elrond's breath hitched as her lips brushed against his, his eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment. When he opened them again, they were filled with a mix of love, desire, and something deeper a of how he longed to create a family with the woman he adored, “Y/n,” he breathed out, His lips captured hers in a searing kiss, pouring all of his love and yearning into the embrace. Elrond slowly lowered them both onto the bed, never breaking contact with her mouth. “I love you,” he whispered between kisses, his hands roaming over every curve of her body. “And I want nothing more than to give you a child.” Elrond positioned himself between her legs, his hardness pressing against her thigh.

"I love you too." She cooed, her hand stroking down his stomach and unlacing his breeches,

Elrond's lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses. His hands gently cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples, causing them to pebble and ache for more. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice filled with reverence as he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently.

Y/n gasped, her back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Elrond's other hand slid down her stomach, his fingers delving between her legs, finding her wet and ready for him. “You're so wet for me,” He slid his index and middle finger inside her thrusting hard as he moved his hips until she squealed

“I need you, my love,” Y/n whimpered, her hips bucking against his hand.

Elrond continued his tongue circling her nipple before he took it fully into his mouth and sucked hard.

Y/n cried out, her nails digging into his back as pleasure and pain intertwined.

“You sure you want this?” he asked pushing off his breeches, letting his hard cock spring free,

“I know I do, do you?”

“Yes my darling,” he growled against her skin, his breath hot against her chest. He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her warmth. With one powerful thrust, Elrond buried himself inside her, filling her. Elrond began to move, slowly at first, savouring the feel of her tight heat gripping him. He set a steady rhythm, his thrusts deep and powerful, each one sending Y/n closer to the edge. “You feel so good,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her. His thrusts became harder, faster, and more urgent. Y/n met him stroke for stroke, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him deeper inside her.

“Yes! Yes!” she begged, her nails raking down his back as she approached her orgasm. “Faster!”

Elrond obliged, his pace intensifying as he felt her tighten around him. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as he continued to thrust into her. “I- I’m So close,” he grunted against her lips, his own orgasm looming just out of reach.

Y/n broke the kiss, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she screamed out her release. Her eyes rolled back and her nails scratched his back like cat claws.

The feel of her shuddering around him pushed Elrond over the edge, and with a few more powerful thrusts, he spilt himself inside her, filling her with his seed. He collapsed onto the bed beside her, both of them panting heavily. He pulled her close, his arm wrapped around her waist as he nuzzled her neck. “That was incredible,” he murmured, kissing the sensitive skin beneath her ear.

Y/n smiled contentedly, snuggling deeper into his embrace. “Now we wait,” she said softly,

Elrond smiled resting a hand on her belly, “Now we wait. With bated breaths my darling.” he cooed kissing her lips softly, “I love you so much Y/n,”

“I love you more Elrond,”

[the-fiction-witch]

Dinner Table

Media - Rings Of Power Character - Elrond Couple - Elrond X Reader Reader - Y/n (Gil-Galad's Daughrer) Rating - 18 + secret touching/ handjobs/ Word Count - 1357

Elrond made a conscious effort to appreciate the lavish feast spread out before him, all while maintaining an air of decorum despite the stares directed his way. He found himself seated at the imposing stone table, surrounded by the High King and a gathering of distinguished guests, Lords and Ladies from the upper echelons of high Elven society. Their elegance was striking, each adorned in intricate garments that shimmered with the essence of the Valar stars, yet their glances were cold and dismissive, as if his very presence sullied the sanctity of the gathering.

Elrond could feel the weight of their judgement pressing down on him. They regarded him not only as a lesser being but as an intruder, unworthy of sharing the company of such esteemed individuals. They exchanged looks of disdain, their eyes betraying the thinly veiled contempt, not only for his heritage but also for his role as merely Gil-galad’s herald. To them, he was just a servant without the grace or status to sit among them.

Yet, the High King had extended this invitation with purpose, and Elrond felt an unwavering loyalty to his king and a resolute sense of dignity compelling him to remain at the table. He longed to rise and speak his mind, to let them know that his worth was not determined by lineage or title. But he resisted the urge, knowing that courtesy and composure were more paramount in this moment. He steeled himself, determined to uphold his king’s honour and preserve his own dignity amidst their contempt.

He ate slowly, savouring each bite and deliberately mindful not to create any sound that might disturb the deep tranquillity sheathing the table. The stillness was almost palpable, with not a single clink of cutlery against porcelain breaking the silence. Each forkful of food was lifted with care, and each goblet remained perfectly in place, avoiding even the faintest thud against the table. The atmosphere was hushed, with no audible interruptions, not a choke of the throat or the soft gulp of wine. Outside, the gentle hum of the peaceful city thrived, its distant life an ethereal backdrop, mingling quietly with the intimate stillness of the room.

Elrond took his goblet and slowly brought it to his lips, to sip at the sweet wine. His eyes drifted from the table to the view of Mithlond. However, a mere seconds after the wine touched his lips, he felt a hand touch his knee.

His eyes went wide, his heart jumped into his throat, his whole body stiffened, and he almost choked.

He quickly glanced to his left, The young princess Y/n, Gil-Galad’s eldest daughter was sitting. Wearing a soft and gentle flowing gown of deep greens and blues like a mossy waterfall. Her hair was in an intricate braid down her back with elven gems gracing her braids. One hand on her goblet, the other on his knee. Elrond met her eyes, but she gave back only a flutter of her lashes and pulled her focus back to her meal.

He gulped down his wine and cleared his throat nervously as he set the goblet down on the table, flexing his fingers as he bit the inside of his cheek and rolled his shoulders.

Gil-Galad struck up a topic which then began a gentle conversation among the guests at the table,

Elrond took this as an opportunity to once again meet Y/n’s eyes, she once more fluttered her lashes and let the corner of her lips curve up in the hint of a smile.

He bit back his own smile, sliding his hand under the table to rest atop her own.

Y/n raised an eyebrow slightly at him, eager to see what he would do.

Elrond squeezed her hand and rubbed his thumb across her skin, glancing down at their hands and then back to her eyes in approval.

Y/n smiled fully and returned her gaze back to the conversation, her hand squeezing his knee.

He brought his goblet to his lips to hide his smirk, as he pulled her hand higher up his thigh,

Y/n bit back her giggle, keeping her bottom lip between her teeth as her thumb rubbed the creases of his trousers, her fingers sliding across to stroke his inner thigh,

Elrond found it irresistible not to shift his hips in his chair, pushing himself further under the table, out of sight and closer to her hand.

She too shifted in her seat, so she was closer to the edge of the chair allowing her more reach. Her hand slid across his hip and took a gentle grip of his crotch. Her fingers stroked the shape of his soft cock below the fabric.

Elrond choked back a moan, shifting his hips towards her hand, as his cock hardened in response to her touch, growing in size and stiffness, creating an obvious bulge for her to fondle.

Y/n bit her lip harder and focused her attention on his now stiffening cock, wrapping her fingers around the shaft to stroke him as best she could,

Elrond, clasped his hands together, leant his elbows on the table and bit back the desire to curse. As his cock throbbed in her hand and desire flooded his mind. The thought briefly crossed his mind, to say hell to it all, pick her up by the waist, slam her down on the table and make sweet love to her.

Y/n blushed slightly at his reaction to her, rather enjoying seeing her father’s herald so flustered. Her fingers toyed with him a little more trying to see how bad she could make him want her touch, before her index finger wrapped around the laces of his trousers tugging suggestively on them,

“Yes!” he groaned,

“Pardon Herald Elrond?” Gil-galad asked,

Elrond’s groan had halted all conversation at the table, turning the half-elf red as a strawberry.

“Yes… I uhh Yes I completely agree with you High king, the uhh the matter is of the utmost importance.” Elrond nodded,

“I’m glad you feel this way,” Gil-galad agreed before continuing the conversation,

“Was that yes meant for me, Herald Elrond?” Y/n whispered,

“You know it was,” he whispered back,

Y/n hummed and pulled her hand away, almost forcing a whine from him. She stood and straightened her gown, bowing to her father. “May I be excused, father?”

“Of course, sweet princess.” Gil-galad nodded,

She nodded and gave Elrond a sly smile before she made her way out of the chamber.

Elrond, did his best to focus on the dinner but his cock was throbbing and begging for her touch. He could barely last half an hour before he stood and made sure to adjust his shirt to cover the obvious bulge, “May I be excused, High king? Some work to attend to.”

“Oh- Yes, by all means, Herald Elrond,”

“Thank you, High King.” Elrond bowed before making his way out of the chamber, trying not to look like he was rushing. Not even bothering to glare back as some lords began to sneer and chuckle some insult behind his back.

But as soon as he left the chamber he walked faster. Rushing himself around the paths trying to -

“Humm you kept me waiting,” Y/n complained as she was sat in the garden waiting for him,

“Forgive me, my princess. I did not wish to worry your father if he saw us leaving so close together.” He cooed stepping over and cupping her cheek trying to lean in for the kiss he had longed for all night,

Y/n moved her head back not allowing their lips to meet, “What is the magic word Herald Elrond?” she teased,

Elrond chuckled, “I love my princess.” He cooed rubbing his nose against hers,

“I love you too.” Y/n cooed settling her arms on his chest,

Elrond wrapped his own around her waist pulling her tight to his body and finally letting their lips meet in a lustful, loving kiss. But it was a brief kiss as they parted their lips almost as quickly as it began, both knowing they were too desperate to wait. “You’re chambers? My princess. Or Mine?”

Y/n didn’t answer grabbing his hand, the two bolting off towards his chambers. 

[the-fiction-witch]

Haven

Media - Rings Of Power Character - Elrond Couple - Elrond X Reader Reader - Y/n (Mute / semi silent) Rating - 18 + fingering/ making out/ pinv/ full sex/ Word Count - 1263

Elrond lay in the bed. Still resting and recovering from the stress of everything that had happened. However, he perked up a little as he heard the door to his room creeked open and gentle footsteps move across the room.

Y/n walks across the room in her silver gown, and sets some warm orange flower tea on the table beside the bed and sits her body gently beside his. She smiled down at him playing with his hair slightly to brush it behind his ear in the dim morning light with the only real sounds of the waterfalls and a few birds in the trees beyond his room.

“Ah, Y/n, my dear,” Elrond's voice was low and soothing, “you're too kind to me. I'm still trying to shake off the weight of Middle-earth's troubles.” He reached out and took her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers as he gazed up at her. The warmth of the tea wafted up, enticing him to sit up and take a sip.

she nodded squeezing his hand and softly leaning down to gently kiss his forehead

His eyes fluttered closed, and a soft sigh escaped his lips as he savoured the gentle touch of her kiss. “Mmm, thank you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the soothing melody of the River. Elrond's fingers tightened around hers, holding her close as he pulled himself up against the pillows, wincing slightly as he moved. He took the cup of the fragrant tea and took a sip, feeling the warmth spread through his chest.

she smiled and watched him drink silently,

“Your dress shines like the moonlight on the Anduin,” Elrond said, setting his cup back down and running his gaze over the intricate embroidery that danced across the fabric of her gown. He couldn't help but notice the way the soft material clung to her curves, accentuating her beauty. He leaned forward, his eyes locked onto hers, and asked quietly, “May I?”

she nodded with a gentle smile,

Elrond's fingers brushed against the delicate fabric of her gown, tracing the intricate patterns that adorned it. His touch sent shivers down Y/n's spine as she leaned into his caress. He slid his hand up her arm, his palm warming against her skin, and gently turned her face towards him.

Their lips met in a soft, tender kiss, the world around them melting away as they lost themselves in the moment.

As they broke apart for air, Elrond's voice whispered huskily, “You shine brighter than any star in the night sky, Y/n.” His hands slipped beneath the hem of her gown, sending a shiver down her spine as his fingers grazed the sensitive skin of her thighs. Elrond's mouth continued its gentle assault on hers, his tongue probing deeper as he drew her closer. With a subtle shift in position, he guided Y/n onto her back, their bodies aligning as he settled between her legs. The soft rustle of fabric filled the air as he parted her knees, his eyes locking onto hers with a burning intensity. “I want to feel you wrapped around me,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.

she smiled silently giggling under him,

Elrond's lips curled upwards, a low rumble of amusement vibrating through his chest as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. His hands slid higher, his thumbs brushing against the delicate folds of her pussy, sending shivers coursing through her body. As he kissed the tender skin behind her ear, his fingers delved deeper, coaxing a gasp from Y/n's lips.

Her hips arched upward, pressing herself against his touch, and Elrond's eyes flashed with desire. With a gentle pressure, he pushed two fingers inside her, feeling her muscles contract around him. He withdrew slowly, then thrust back in, repeating the motion until she was writhing beneath him, desperate for more.

“Y/n,” he breathed, his voice husky with need, “you're so wet for me.” His fingers continued their slow, deliberate dance, teasing out the hidden depths of her pleasure. As she grew more responsive, Elrond's own arousal spiked, his cock straining against the confines of his pants. With a subtle shift in position, he aligned himself with her entrance, his tip pressing against the swollen flesh of her pussy. A bead of pre-cum glistened on the head of his cock, and Elrond's eyes locked onto Y/n's as he hesitated for a moment, savoring the anticipation. Then, with a smooth, practiced motion, he pushed forward, sinking deep into her warm, wet heat.

As he moved within her, the tension coiled tighter, building towards a crescendo. Elrond's eyes burned with intensity, his grip on Y/n's hips tightening as he drove deeper. She was a flame that fueled his passion, igniting a fire that threatened to consume them both. With a sudden burst of speed, he pistoned into her, the friction sending sparks flying through his veins.

Her gasps echoed through the chamber, mingling with his own ragged breathing as they hurtled towards the edge. And then, in an instant, they were there – plummeting off the precipice together, their bodies locked in a frenzy of movement and sensation. she bit down on her bottom lip, throwing her head back, her toes curling and her pussy squeezing around his cock. The utter picture of beauty and serenity even as she comes.

Elrond's eyes blazed with ecstasy as he felt her inner walls convulse around him, milking every last drop of pleasure from his cock. His own release built to a fever pitch, and with a final, savage thrust, he spilled himself deep within her, filling her with his seed. As the aftershocks faded, Elrond collapsed atop her, his chest heaving with exertion. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as they rode the wave of post-coital calm together. In this moment, nothing else existed except the two of them, suspended in a sea of satisfaction and contentment. With a soft sigh, Elrond nuzzled the curve of her neck, his lips grazing the tender skin as he whispered, “You are my haven, Y/n.”

she nodded in agreement turning to lay her head on his chest

Elrond's fingers stroked the tangled mess of her hair, weaving a soothing rhythm that calmed the remaining tremors in her body. His other arm wrapped tighter around her, pulling her closer as he listened to the gentle rise and fall of her chest. With each passing moment, the silence between them grew thicker, heavy with unspoken emotions and shared secrets.

It was a comfort that came from knowing someone so intimately, from being able to sense the very beat of their heart. As he drifted into a state of relaxed tranquility, Elrond's voice whispered softly, “In Rivendell, time stands still. But with you by my side, I feel like I'm home.”

she smiled nuzzling closer to him,

The warmth of her breath danced across his skin, sending shivers down Elrond's spine as she nestled deeper into the crook of his arm. Her smile was a gentle caress, a reminder that in this moment, all was right with the world. As she settled into the comfort of his presence, Elrond's hand wandered to the small of her back, tracing the delicate curve of her spine with a tender touch. With each passing heartbeat, their bodies seemed to grow more entwined, their connection strengthening like the threads of a fine tapestry. It was as if they had been woven together from the very fabric of existence itself, two souls bound by an unseen force that defied explanation. In this quiet intimacy, Elrond felt a sense of peace settle over him, a feeling that he was exactly where he belonged.

Elrond's Masterlist

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Princess

Media - Rings Of Power Character - Elrond Couple - Elrond X Reader Reader - Y/n (Gil-Galad's Daughrer) Rating - 18 + fingering/ pinv/ full sex/ princess/ squirting Word Count - 950

Elrond had been frustrated earlier in the day, when he was once more told he could not attend the council meeting, even if he was the High King’s Herald. Still, they denied him because of his birth. It disheartened him, but he knew there was little he could do to change the minds of the high elves.

But he had his own way of… dealing with such frustrations,

Y/n, The High King’s daughter. Was hidden secretly in Elronds room, her hands bound with silky elven rope around the wood of his bedpost. Pressing her body against the post and her fingers gripping into the intricate carvings. “Ughh! Uhhh…” She gasped out trying to stay quiet,

Elrond stood behind her, his body pressed up against her back, his hand had hitched up her blue and gold gown, bunching it up around her thighs and hips. His fingers buried inside her moving his index and middle finger in and out over and over making sure to be slow and gentle with her. His hand and her legs were soaked from her wetness dripping down after the almost hour he had been doing this to her.

“Ummmm! Ahhh!” She moaned her legs trembling and shaking, lust burning bright in her eyes

Elrond grinned wickedly, fingers buried deep inside her. He pumped his fingers in and out, curling them to hit that perfect spot inside her.

Y/n's breathy moans and wet sounds filled the room pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck yes, you're so tight,” Elrond growled in her ear kidding her neck a little,

Y/n writhed against the post, hips bucking wildly. Her moans turned into cries of pleasure, higher and higher in pitch as the tension coiled tighter and tighter inside her. Biting her lip and arching her back so Elrond could rub his hard cock against her ass "Yes! Yes! Elrond please I'm close."

Elrond groaned at the feel of his rock hard cock rubbing against Y/n's ass, His fingers still buried deep inside her, he thrust them in and out rapidly, hitting that perfect spot inside her over and over, driving her wild with lust. “Cum all over my fingers, Princess,” Elrond panted. “I want to feel you on me.”

Y/n's Walls clenched around his fingers desperate for her orgasm.

Elrond roared in ecstasy as Y/n's walls clenched around his fingers, milking them as she gushed all over his hand. His cock twitched against her ass, precum leaking from the tip. He quickened his pace, fingerfucking her harder and faster as she quaked and shook around him. “Yes, cum all over my hand and fingers, my love!” Elrond growled savagely, fucking Y/n's soaked pussy as he chased his own release.

Y/n could hardly breathe, let alone form words. She screamed digging her nails into the groves of the bedpost as she came screaming his name and squirting all over his hand as she reached another orgasm,

Elrond bellowed in savage ecstasy as Y/n came all over his hand, he withdrew his fingers from Y/n's spent pussy, bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean. “you taste so sweet,” Elrond purred, grinning wickedly at Y/n. “Now it's my turn Princess. I'm gonna fuck that tight little pussy of yours until you can't walk straight,” he growled in her ear,

Y/n whimpered, already aching for more.

Elrond quickly unlaced his clothes and. He positioned himself behind her, grabbing her hips and pulling her back against him. “You want it, Princess?”

“Yes… yes…” she panted,

“I know you do,” Elrond growled, pressing the head of his cock against her puckered rosebud.

Y/n loudly moaned and arched her back for him,

Elrond grinned wickedly, his cock twitching at the sight of Y/n's ass, pouting and glistening with lube. He gently pushed against her pussy, feeling it give as he entered her, inch by inch. Elrond began to slowly thrust into Y/n, feeling her tight muscles gripping him like a vice. He reached around and pinched her clit, causing her to moan in pleasure and pain. “Yeah, nice and deep, such a good little princess,” Elrond grunted as he began pounding her pussy, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. He alternated between pinching her clit and spanking her ass cheeks hard, leaving red marks on her skin.

Y/n was writhing, lost in a haze of lust. Her moans and screams filled the room as Elrond fucked her, driving his cock in and out of her. "yes! Yes!" She screamed "Elrond! Ughh!"

Elrond groaned, as he felt the familiar tingle at the base of his spine. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Elrond growled, starting to pump his hips harder as he chased his release. “Look at you- uhh imagine your father saw you like this. With me. Begging for me and screaming for me. Humm whatever would he do to you princess.” he growled, “No worse then what I’m gonna do to you. Only difference is- You’re gonna love what I do to you.” Elrond grunted, “I'm gonna cum, princess,” Elrond growled against her lips, his cock twitching inside her.

“Yes! Just a little- Ahhhhh!” She screamed out reaching her third orgasm,

He felt her tighten around him, her pussy clamping down on his cock as she came, her juices coating him in her sweet nectar. Which brought him his own burying hilt deep inside her as he came. “Ughhh… fuck… umm… I love you so much Y/n.” He cooed in her ear peppering her neck and jaw with little kisses,

“I love you too Elrond,” she cooed turning her head back enough to kiss his lips softly and sweetly, “Again?” she pleaded,

“Humm…” He chuckled “come here, princess.” He growled untieing her hands and tossing her down on the bed. 

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Perhaps

Media - Rings Of Power Character - Elrond Couple - Elrond X Reader Reader - Y/n (elven lady) Rating - 15 + kissing/ Word Count - 2425

Elrond sat inside his dimly lit chamber, surrounded by stacks of parchment and scrolls. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows on the walls, as he diligently worked through the extensive paperwork that the high king Gil-galad had demanded he review before dawn. His mind often drifted from the task at hand, lured away by the crackling flames of the fire. Suddenly, a tender knock on the door broke the silence, causing Elrond to look up from the parchment with a hint of annoyance flashing across his features before he quickly composed himself. "Enter," he said, his voice calm yet authoritative.

The door creaked open, and Lady Y/n glided into the room, her soft footsteps barely making a sound on the polished wooden floor. With a graceful motion, she closed the heavy door behind her. As she moved further into the dimly lit chamber, her presence exuded an air of elegance and quiet strength. Y/n, the daughter of a late elven lord, had always been a familiar figure in Mithlond, known for her compassionate nature and her genuine kindness towards Elrond, despite the disdainful looks of other high lords and ladies who regarded him with condescension due to his mixed heritage.

Her lustrous, curls cascaded down her back, intricately woven into a long, five-strand braid that accentuated the delicate features of her elven heritage. In the flickering candlelight, her skin seemed to glow with an ethereal radiance, adding to her otherworldly allure. Adorned in a floor-length gown of sage green, the fabric hugged her slender figure in all the right places, while corset-style lacing down the front accentuated her graceful silhouette. With every step she took, the soft rustle of the fabric filled the room, adding to the mesmerizing aura that surrounded her.

"I pray I am not disturbing you, Herald Elrond." She softly bowed,

Elrond's expression softened as he took in Lady Y/n's appearance, his gaze lingering on the delicate features of her face before returning to hers. “Not at all, my lady,” he replied, rising from his chair to greet her. “Please, come in. It's...a pleasure to see you.” He walked towards her, his movements fluid and unhurried, and offered her a gentle smile, “I've been meaning to speak with you about your father's passing. I'm so sorry for what happened.” As he spoke, he led her further into the room. The flames danced and crackled, casting a warm glow over the space.

"thank you, your words are a sweet comfort. I grieve for him of course and all he shall not witness but I know he would not wish me to linger in such sadness," she explained, "are you well herald Elrond? I know the high lords and ladies can at times be ... Cold. And I have not seen you at council of late?"

Elrond's eyes clouded slightly at her words, but he nodded understandingly, his expression thoughtful. “I am well enough, my lady,” he said quietly, his voice low and measured. “The weight of their disapproval is nothing new to me. But I have learned to live with it.” He walked over to a nearby table, where a small decanter of wine and two glasses sat waiting. “May I offer you a cup of wine?” As he poured the liquid into the glasses, the scent of fine vintages filled the air, mingling with the smoke from the candles.

"Thank you, you always have the best wines." she smiled stepping closer,

Elrond's eyes met hers, a spark of warmth igniting in their depths as he handed her a glass. “I'm glad someone else appreciates them,” he said, his voice tinged with a subtle intimacy.

As they stood there, the soft clinking of the glasses against each other seemed to fill the silence between them, punctuated only by the faint crackle of the fire.

Without thinking, Elrond reached out and gently brushed a stray lock of hair behind Y/n's ear, his fingers grazing her skin in a fleeting caress. Their gazes locked, the air thickening with unspoken tension.

She smiled and gently slipped her wine slowly and silently pacing the table "if I may ... Be somewhat personal?"

Elrond's eyes never left hers, his expression a mask of calm interest, but a hint of curiosity dancing in their depths. “Of course, my lady,” he said, his voice low and inviting, The candlelight cast flickering shadows across his face, His gaze held hers, a sense of expectation building between them, as if he knew exactly where this conversation was headed.

"As I'm sure you are well versed... Elves have a habit of being... Slow to action on some matters. Twenty years can seem but a blink of an eye and decisions no matter how small though over with great time and course."

A wry smile played on Elrond's lips, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he nodded in understanding. “Yes, we elves tend to see beyond the immediate moment,” he said, his voice laced with a hint of self-deprecation. “We often consider the ripples that spread far and wide, like stones cast upon still water.” His gaze drifted away, lost in thought for a moment, before returning to hers, his expression turning introspective.

she nodded in agreement "so true... And larger matters even more so. I have watched so much in my life and I'm sure I have barely scratched the surface of all I am to see." She explained taking a moment to have another sip "So, when I ask this do not think I ask it without the prior thoughts. That I ask in impatience. I ask this having long thought it over"

Elrond's eyes locked onto hers, a deep understanding etched on his face as he listened intently to her words. “I see,” he said, his voice low and measured, as if weighing every syllable. His gaze never wavered, drinking in the sincerity that radiated from her very being. “In that case, I will answer you truthfully,” he said, his voice taking on a serious tone, as if the weight of her question had settled squarely upon his shoulders.

"has ... Your immortal life, yet been graced by a companion?" She asked being very proper and refined about the wording she chose as we common for high ladies and lords. She already knew the answer was no, but she still had to ask him.

Elrond's expression turned melancholic, a hint of sadness creeping into his eyes as he gazed into the distance, lost in thought. “No,” he replied softly, his voice barely above a whisper, as if the mere mention of such a thing was almost too painful to bear to think of all those who’s companionship he had lost. His father, his mother, his brother and so many he once called friends, and so many more who he was set to loose in decades to come. For a moment, he remained silent, the only sound the crackling of the fire and the distant hooting of an owl outside. Then, with a subtle sigh, he refocused on her, his eyes locking onto hers once more, filled with a deep longing that seemed to echo through the ages. “It has not,” he repeated, his voice firm now, but tinged with a hint of regret.

She softly nodded trying to hide her smile "... The spring." She said suddenly Changing the subject, "is often a time known for a fresh look apon the world, something new, a time to begin again or start a new." She suggested "many say... Morning then just flowers bloom in spring?" She encouraged

Elrond's eyes sparkled with amusement, a warm smile spreading across his face as he chuckled at her attempt to steer the conversation towards more pleasant topics. “Ah, yes,” he said, his voice filled with delight, “the spring is indeed a time of renewal, when the world awakens from its winter slumber and all around us comes alive.” he agreed, “but it is also a time for new beginnings, for shedding old skin and embracing the possibilities that lie ahead.” His eyes returned to hers,

she nodded in agreement "Many... Born in my year... Speak of the blessings of spring time. Many of them in Lindon and beyond are coming now to the ending of their own… Courtships." She smiled "I feel somewhat left out of it all." She chuckled "I'm sure you feel the same"

Elrond's expression softened, a sympathetic smile spreading across his face as he listened to her words. “Indeed,” he said, his voice filled with understanding, “many of our kind do find themselves drawn into the whirlwind of courtship and romance during this time of year.” He leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with warmth as he spoke. “As for feeling left out,” he said gently, “I must confess that I have grown accustomed to a certain... solitude over the centuries.” His gaze drifted away, lost in thought for a moment, before returning to hers. “But I sense that there is more to your words than mere sentiment?”

"Perhaps." She chuckled "... Forgive my... Long winded prologue to my true question"

Elrond's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his expression encouraging her to continue. “Please, do not apologize,” he said, his voice gentle and soothing. “There is no need for brevity when the heart speaks from a place of honesty.” He leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped together in front of him, inviting her to proceed. “So, tell me,” he said, his eyes locked onto hers, “what is it that you truly wish to ask?”

"... I wish to ask." She choked back her own words sitting her glass on the table and moving closer resting her hand softly atop his own, "if perhaps this spring, you and I may?" She blushed suggestively

Elrond's eyes widened slightly, his pupils dilating as he felt the soft touch of her hand on top of his. For a moment, he seemed frozen in surprise, but then a slow smile spread across his face, and he reached up to gently brush his hand against her cheek, “Perhaps,” he whispered, his voice low and husky, “this spring may bring more than just renewal and growth.” His eyes locked onto hers, burning with intensity as he spoke. He leaned in closer, his lips inches from hers, as he breathed in the sweet scent of her perfume.

she nodded her eyes wide with excitement,

Elrond's eyes flashed with desire as he gazed at her, his lips still inches from hers. Without another word, he leaned in closer, his mouth brushing against hers in a soft, gentle kiss. As they kissed, the air around them seemed to vibrate with tension, the only sound the quiet hum of the candles and the soft rustle of their clothing. Elrond's hands slid up her arms, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with hers in a sensual dance.

Their bodies pressed together, sending shivers down their spines as they savored the taste of each other.

It had been centuries since Elrond had felt this way about anyone, and yet, with her, it was like no time had passed at all. As they broke apart for air, Elrond's eyes locked onto hers, burning with passion and desire.

she bit her lip but shook her head, "Forgive me but... I will not.”

“Whyever not?”

“Until I know you what Intentions you lead me there with Herald Elrond." She whispered, "A lady of the court must... Remain ever vigilant. So tell me? Your Intentions. As I'm sure I need not tell you that if courtship are not to be given I shall have to decline such …actions," she cooed purposely toying with him a little,

Elrond's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of amusement dancing in their depths as he regarded her. He knew that she was playing a delicate game, testing his intentions and weighing her options carefully. For a moment, he said nothing, letting the silence hang between them like a challenge. Then, with a subtle smile, “My dear lady,” he said, his voice low and smooth, “I assure you, my intentions are pure... and entirely honorable.” He raised an eyebrow, his gaze piercing as he continued, “No games, no politics, no hidden agendas, only the simple joy of each other's company... and whatever else may come of it.” With a sly smile, he added, “I promise you... the most unforgettable night of your life.”

"I do not want one night Elrond." She said "for one night alone would be a curse, a forever memory I will never be able to feel satisfied without" she said "I ask for every night. Or not at all." She whispered kissing his hand in hers holding it to her chest so he could feel how her heart was racing

Elrond looked at her, his gaze searching for any sign of hesitation or doubt, but instead, he saw only conviction and desire. For a moment, he said nothing, his mind reeling with the implications of her words. No one had ever asked him for such a thing before... no one had ever dared to dream of having him all to themselves. And yet, something about her request resonated deep within him. Perhaps it was the sincerity in her voice, or the way she held his hand to her chest, feeling his pulse beat alongside hers... Whatever the reason, Elrond found himself nodding slowly, a small smile spreading across his face. “Every night,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

"truely? This is what you want?" She whispered terrified he would reject her

Elrond's smile grew wider, his eyes sparkling with a fierce inner light as he nodded again, his grip on her hand tightening. “Truly,” he repeated, his voice firm and resolute. “I want everything you can give me,” he whispered, his breath caressing her skin as he leaned in closer. “I want to wake up beside you every morning, to feel your touch and taste your lips.” His eyes burned with intensity as he spoke, his words pouring out like a river of fire. “I want to explore every inch of your body, to learn every curve and contour, every secret and every pleasure.” he cooed, “Say the words, and I will make you my wife by the dawn.”

“Yes.” She gasped,

As he gazed into her eyes, a warm smile spread across his face. Their lips met once more, this time with a spark not just of passion, but of deep, enduring love and unwavering trust. A sense of excitement pulsed through them both as they contemplated the immortal life they were about to embark on together, filled with endless possibilities and shared moments that would last for eternity.

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You're Very Welcome

Media - Rings Of Power Character - Elrond Couple - Elrond X Reader Reader - Nadirianna / Nadi Rating - 12 Word Count -1427

Elrond, weary from the battle of Ost-in-Edhil, sought refuge on a cluster of rocks. The elves had finally stumbled upon a suitable spot to set up camp and take much-needed rest. Having devoted himself to tending to Galadriel's wounds, Elrond now found himself in a state of anxious anticipation, wondering if his efforts would prove fruitful in her recovery or if the days Elrond had slaved over her wounds were for nought. As he sat on the rocky terrain, the weight of the ring of power still resting on his finger, he took a moment to reflect and catch his breath after enduring the tumultuous events that had unfolded.

His mind felt heavy and his heart in his boots still feeling a deep loss for all of Celebrimbor’s work that the orcs burned in the siege, the countless hours many had spent noting his work, the years of knowledge, now lost to time. He felt so guilty for all who had lost their lives, all the history and knowledge lost, of everything that had been destroyed.

A young elf maiden slowly approached him, in a dirty light blue gown, her hair crudely fixed into a tight braided bun, with a large bag at her side, "Herald Elrond. Goodness! Are you alright?" She asked leaning down at his side deeply worried,

"I am well. just a flesh wound, nothing I haven't recovered from before," he said doing his best to reassure her,

But she didn't seem convinced sitting at his side, "Let me clean and wrap it at least?"

Elrond smiled at her kindly, "oh very well," he said, he looked her up and down as she dug in her bag and he spoke up, "and who are you exactly may I ask, I don't believe I've seen you before."

She smiled pulling out a small wooden box and opening it up to reveal a sort of elvish medical kit with cloths, bandages, herbs and such like, she took a cloth and begining to dap away the dirt and blood from the battle off his skin. "Nadirianna." She smiled, "or just Nadi."

Elrond found her name lovely and simple. He sat still and quietly as she tended to his wound and he felt a warm but small rush of calmness at her touch, "Nadi.." he said quietly to himself as if testing her name on his tongue. he watched her closely a moment as she worked, almost studying her in a way. she was pretty, to say the least, but there was something about her that made her stand out from other elves. he looked down at her hand as she dabbed cloth to his face gently, the way she touched him was almost... tender. When she finished wiping his face he was almost sad to have her hands no longer on him. he couldn't stop himself before he spoke. "Thank you.." he said quietly in his gentle tone. he looked into her eyes, "wherever did you come from?" he asked her almost as if he was studying her eyes and face trying to place if he had seen her before,

"my father from Valinor. I'm afraid I am a child of Middle Earth. Rare for elves I know." She nodded, "this may sting." She said quickly adding some powder to his cut to help it heal, "I lived most of my life in Ost-in-Edhil."

Elrond felt his breath hitch slightly at the slight burn of the powder she applied to his cut but he remained quiet and still. "Ost-in-Edhil you say..?" he said a little surprised.

"mhm, I worked... As celebrimbors scribe." She nodded her tone shifting to sadness,

Elrond felt his heart grow sombre when she said she worked with Celebrimbor. Elrond also shared her sadness at the loss of his friend and all his friend's work that he had worked so hard to protect, he looked at her "I'm sorry" he said in a comforting tone, his hand falling to hers softly taking it,

she sniffled and continued bandaging his cheek, "Tears will not return his work. Nor his light."

Elrond watched as she continued to bandage his cheek. he knew she was correct, crying wouldn't change anything. but the heart does not always listen to reason. he felt the urge to pull her close, to offer her the comfort of an embrace, he couldn't explain where this feeling came from.

"There it should all be well but of course take care of it." She said softly,

Elrond smiled back. His thumb softly moved back and forth against her hand, his chest felt tight. the urge to pull her close to him was growing. but he couldn't bring himself to do so. not yet anyhow. "thank you. I'll be sure to take plenty of care of it." he almost felt like his voice wanted to shake as he spoke to her,

"you're welcome." She smiled, "here." She said pressing a small kiss to his bandage, "that should help you feel a little better",

Elrond felt his heart stop the moment her lips pressed to his bandage. it was small and gentle, but it was enough to nearly take his breath from him.

He almost found his hand holding tighter to her hand. he felt the need to keep her close, not wanting her to leave. he let out a shaky breath, trying to calm himself. He chuckled softly at her little jest of a kiss making him feel better. but he almost felt as if she really had and that the feeling of her gentle lips on his face was all he needed to heal, But he slowly took her hand from his allowing her to go,

"oh and before I forget!" Nadi jumped, "It's not much I know. But I did what I could. Hopefully, it can be of some comfort and peace." As she spoke, she reached down and carefully tugged her leather bag into view. With a sense of urgency, she unclasped the worn bag and gingerly pulled out a collection of delicate scrolls. These precious items were salvaged from Celebrimbor's workshop just before the city fell to the ferocious onslaught of the orcs.

Elrond's heart pounded with anticipation as he laid eyes on the scrolls. Emotion surged within him, and he found himself on the verge of tears as he gazed down at the writings. A broad smile spread across his face as he delicately accepted the scrolls from Nadi. His fingers trembled slightly as he carefully unfurled them, revealing the familiar script of Celebrimbor. The sight of his handwriting felt like a balm to Elrond's soul, and he could scarcely believe the treasure before him. Overwhelmed with joy, he lifted his gaze to Nadi, his voice filled with emotion as he spoke."These scrolls. You saved them.." he said looking at her in awe. His eyes looked at her as if he were in disbelief that in the midst of everything she saved even this small amount of Celebrimbor’s work,

"I did my best... I only wish I'd gotten more."

He carefully rolled the scrolls back together before lifting his gaze to meet hers. With tenderness, he cupped her face in his hands, drawing her close until they were sitting face to face. His thumb traced gentle circles on her cheeks, and as he felt the overwhelming urge to pull her into his embrace and feel her warmth, a fierce internal struggle ensued. He fought against the impulse, determined to maintain his composure. "You are the most wondrous, the most extraordinary being in all of Middle Earth," he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude and reverence. "You are an angel in human form, and I cannot express the depth of my gratitude, nor can I fathom the extent of my debt to you. Middle Earth owes you a debt that can never be fully repaid, Nadirianna. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. Thank you." With these heartfelt words, he proceeded to shower her face with tender kisses.

Nadi giggled uncontrollably as Elrond showered her with kisses, but her giggles were suddenly stopped when one of those rapid kisses happened to hit her lips. For a brief flash of time neither noticed.

But Elrond immediately moved back, “Oh Uhh I Nadi… forgive me I uh-”

“It’s alright,” she blushed, “Overcome with excitement I understand,” She nodded, “Well… Take care of yourself Herald Elrond,”

“Yes, I will Thank you.” he nodded,

She smiled and got to her feet going to continue her work,

“Nadi.”

“Yes, Elrond?”

“I mean my words, truly.” He said, “I am in debt to you for this, Thank you so much.”

“You’re very welcome,” she smiled before she went on her way, 

[the-fiction-witch]

Desperate

Media - Rings Of Power Character - Elrond Couple - Elrond X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 18 + nudity/ bondage/ hj/ begging/ bjs/ pinv/ full sex/ raw sex/ Word Count -1075

Elrond lay struggling to breathe. He was so excited his heart was racing faster than a galloping stallion. He lay on his bed, naked. His body against his silk sheets. His ankles and wrists bound to the bedposts leaving him at the mercy of his precious wife. He was rock hard and throbbing since the moment he undressed, squirming his ankles in anticipation, biting his bottom lip as he awaited his torment.

And he was loving it!

Y/n chuckled slyly her soft hand running slowly down his bare chest making sure to claw her finger down his sternum. Slowly moving lower and lower before she stopped an inch before his cock, "Humm excited tonight Elrond?"

Elrond's eyes locked onto Y/n's, his pupils dilating with desire. A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat as he strained against the restraints, his hips bucking slightly towards her touch. “Mmm...you know me too well, my love,” he whispered, his voice husky with need. His head rolled back, exposing his neck, as he awaited her next move.

"What's the magic word?" She asked

Elrond groaned and gasped unable to stop himself "Please..." he whimpers,

Y/n smirked and kissed his head before finally moving her hand to his cock, "Humm always so ready." She cooed her fingertips barely grazing his shaft, stroking the veins and texture of his skin, feeling him throb into her hand, she was sure to be slow, and tender, leaving him wanting and begging,

A shiver ran down Elrond's spine as Y/n's fingers finally wrapped around his shaft, her touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through his veins. His hips jerked forward, pressing deeper into her hand, as he let out a low moan. Squeezing his eyes shut and letting his jaw fall open “Oh...yes…”

Y/n's strokes grew slower, more deliberate, as she watched Elrond's face contort in a mix of pleasure and frustration. Her grip tightened, and he felt himself on the brink of release. Suddenly, she leaned in close, her hot breath whispering across his skin, sending shivers down his spine. “Tell me what you want, my darling,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. Her fingers danced across his sensitive tip, teasing out a bead of precum that glistened in the dim light, and massaging it in with her thumb,

Elrond's eyes snapped open, locking onto hers as he strained against the restraints, his body trembling with restraint. “Unbind me,” he growled, his voice low and urgent. “I need to feel you.”

"humm no, no, not tonight Elrond darling. You're going to stay nice and restrained" she cooed removing her hand,

“Ughh! Y/n please! Please my love!”

she chuckled and moved to blow a small stream of hot air across his shaft watching as he bucked and squirmed his cock jumping for attention, she was sure to be slow with him, pressing the lightest kisses she could to his shaft, working her way up to press a single kiss to his head,

"Please! Please! Please!" He moaned desperately flailing below her,

Y/n continued kissing slowly back down to his hilt before she let her tongue peek out licking a long line from his hilt to his tip with the flat of her tongue,

"Uuuughhhhhhh! Y/n... Y/n please My love! have mercy!" he begged,

"humm does my hubby want me to suck?" she cooed kitten licking his head,

Elrond's eyes flashed with a fierce inner fire as he struggled against the restraints, his body tense with desire. His voice dropped to a low, husky whisper, barely audible over the pounding of his heart, “Yes...please…”

she slyly smiled and moved to pepper soft kisses on his cock,

His hips bucked involuntarily as her lips closed around the head of his shaft, her warm mouth enveloping him in a gentle caress. Elrond's hands flexed against the restraints, his nails digging into the leather as he fought to maintain control. “Mmm... yes…” As her tongue danced across the sensitive skin, Elrond's eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a low, throaty groan. He arched his back, pushing his hips upward, desperate for more contact. “Y/n...more,”

she pinned his hips to the bed forcing him to sit still as she teased him. Her grip tightened, holding him captive as she continued to toy with him, her touch sending waves of ecstasy crashing over him.

Elrond's face contorted in a mixture of frustration and pleasure, his body straining against the restraints as he teetered on the edge of release. “No...no please more…” he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper, but Y/n just laughed, a sultry sound that sent shivers down his spine.

"more? You want this Elrond?" She cooed as she stood and pulled back her dress to reveal her pussy to him, "Is this what you desire?"

Elrond's gaze locked onto the sight before him, His chest heaved with ragged breaths as he struggled to free himself from the restraints, his body screaming for release. “Yes... god yes…” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire, “My...my love,” Elrond stammered, his voice trembling with need. “My sweet Y/n, I crave your touch, your kiss, your very presence consumes me.” He strained against the restraints once more, his body tense with anticipation. “Make me yours,” he begged, his eyes burning with a fierce passion. “Please, please... Ughhh ride me my love! Please! Give me your sweet cunt I beg of you!”

"awww my poor desperate husband begging for me." She cooed climbing onto his lap and rubbing his cock against her slit,

“Oh...oh god…” Elrond moaned, his body thrumming with excitement as he felt the slick heat of Y/n's pussy coating his cock. “Yes...yes, my love, now...Please!” he pleaded, his hips bucking upward in a desperate bid for penetration.

As Y/n's warm flesh enveloped him, Elrond felt his control snap, his body convulsing in a rush of pleasure. He drove upward, burying himself to the hilt inside her. Their bodies moved in perfect syncopation, each thrust a symphony of sensation that left them both breathless and wanting more.

Elrond's vision blurred, his senses consumed by the sheer intensity of their union. With a final, shuddering cry, he spilt his seed deep within her, feeling the warmth of her inner muscles milk him dry.

As they collapsed together, spent and sated, Y/n giggled and kissed him softly "You really were desperate"

Elrond's eyes fluttered open, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he gazed up at Y/n. “Guilty as charged,” he gasped, 

[the-fiction-witch]

Task

Media - Rings Of Power Character - Elrond Couple - Elrond X Reader Reader - Y/n (Numenor girl) Rating - 12 Word Count - 426

My First Time Writing This Character, So Hope it Goes Okay!

Elrond As he relished the tranquillity, he sat in the garden, watching as the vibrant flowers slowly began to bloom for the spring season. Deep in thought, he contemplated various things, a ritual he often indulged in.

When his bride-to-be Y/n approached in her long green gown "Must you torture yourself?"

He chuckled, smiling at her, "I'm not torturing myself love, just thinking"

"No, you are torturing yourself. Reminding yourself of all the things in this world. You're tormenting your own memories," She came closer giving his leg a playful kick,

Elrond sat up wrapping an arm around her waist, giving her a gentle tug into his arms, holding her against him pulling her down onto his lap as he tilted his head to look down at her, raising an eyebrow in amusement, "You say that as if I'm a masochist"

"… aren't you?" She raised an eyebrow,

he gave an offended gasp, feigning being hurt as he mock pouted at her "How dare you accuse me of such a thing!"

she softly elbows him "You can't torture yourself with it. Any of it. You've lived a long life and you have far longer to live, you start sitting around all day thinking of all you have done you shall never have time to do anything else." She explained,

"You are ever so logical my love, I swear you are more like an elf than a human"

"Please… I'm barely human" she joked

he chuckles, nuzzling his face against her hair, placing a kiss to her temple, murmuring softly to her, "I know, you're practically an angel"

she playfully shoved his stomach as she at up "Stop wallowing Elrond it won't do you any good" she said pinning him down,

he grunted, but he certainly didn't try to stop her, his hands moving to gently rest on her hips, gripping her there in a gentle hold, "Fine, fine, no more wallowing for the rest of the day, I swear"

"Good, because you are required for a task," she said as she got to her feet fixing her dress

he gave a dramatically dramatic sigh, dramatically putting a hand over his heart, before letting his hands drop from around her and he got to his feet as well, "You are ever cruel my love, what kind of task must I perform?"

"helping me choose my dress for the wedding feast,"

"Ah, a task I see, so you have enlisted me as a glorified fashion assistant then," he chuckled again, crossing his arms across his chest

"you want to help or not?"

"Alright, alright, I'm coming,” He chuckled wrapping an arm around her.