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sh1-n0bu · 3 months ago

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I just saw elf bf post and id like to suggest for your consideration: elf bf learning what kink is and learning that he has some very unorthodox (for an elf) interests. Maybe he is intrigued by crossdressing, cuckolding, or exhibitionism/voyuerism because the idea is so taboo to an elf. Maybe he wants to try bondage or total power exchange because he’s always been told that partnerships are always equal (or that elves are better than humans) and submitting to a mortal partner makes him feel rebellious (but at the same time he feels safe because the person dominating him is his partner who he trusts). Maybe he has a praise kink because he doesn’t often get told “you’re a good boy and I’m proud of you.”

So many options! I wonder what you’ll do with them? 👀

ouuhhhhh anon this is such a big brain thing, lemme crawl inside ur skull

elves, by the standard of the world so far since nearly the beginning of time, has always been deemed as the ‘best’ race to ever walk the lands. tall, regal, elegant, fairest and wisest eternal beings who don’t even get sick. wounds heal quick unless they’re mortal, or of the broken heart. they don’t tire easily nor are they quick to fall. the perfect race

so what happens when said perfect race falls in love with the imperfect one? when an elf falls in love with a human? and said relationship is taken seriously between said lovers, bound for eternity together, blessed by the stars and the moon? well, you get something like you and your elf husband, a human and an elf, happily married

and extremely happy in the bedroom too

as the most perfect race, elves always had a certain amount of ego to themselves. it’s not so high and mighty to the point they could die if they fall from said ego’s height, but it’s always there. it’s like an instinctive feeling, akin to how humans are instinctively stubborn and passionate. too emotional. and due to their ‘perfection’, elves barely get any words of hostility aimed towards them unless it’s by a few passing dwarves or their kin who had been angered. praise has always been a normal thing to fall upon their pointy ears, so much so they count it as the norm

so for an elf to being into degraded, it is rare and frowned upon. why would the most perfect creatures require any words other than the highest form of acknowledgment? but your husband was into it. and you too, to certain extent. whispering filth into those cute, pointy twitching ears of how disgusting and vile he is to enjoy having human hands on him gets his cock hard in his pants within milliseconds. calling him a slut for moaning out loud when you simply grasp his hair has him rubbing his thighs together, feeling the familiar aching heat in his groin. and stars, have mercy on him when you lean in, strong arms caging him from behind between your warm body and the table as you spit out, “pointy eared whore” into the skin of his neck, hot breath sending shivers down his body. by that point, your elf husband’s all but clawing at your clothes, hopping onto the table all too eagerly as he spreads his legs for you

crossdressing is a mixed feeling for the elven race entirely for one, they are just such an eternally graceful beings to the point it becomes hard to tell the difference between some of their genders and two, their clothes share a lot of similar things. long, flowing clothes made of the finest materials any hands could ever touch

but your hubby loves it! the soft and frilly skirts, the smoothness of the dresses or even the breezy laces and provocative bras and thin underwear with straps to keep them up on the flesh of his hips. and don’t even get him started on his love for the ‘dancer’ outfit. the long loincloth like skirt, the golden chains at the sides to keep them perched on his waist and the tiniest bras possible paired with the mouth covering cloth. your elf husband is your private entertainer for the whole night, swaying his hips, twisting his hands and running them over the curves of his body as he gives you the most shit eating grin underneath the mouth cloth, makeup covered eyes narrowing hypnotically at you

it wouldn’t last too long on his lips when he’s being fucked in the very same outfit, being forced to keep the skirt to the side by his hands so you wouldn’t get it dirty for his next dance. not like it ever happens, your elf hubby’s a little crybaby, whining about how mean and rough you’re handling your dancer, sobbing fat tears about how your rough human hands were leaving bruises on his soft, creamy skin

owh lawddd the amount of times he pulled you to the side, into an empty room or behind some particularly huge tree when out on a walk so you could fuck him behind it has lost count. exhibitionism seems to be one of his favorites since he loves it so much, giggling about a quickie or “i promise, i’ll be silent this time” when you both know it’s not true at all

keep his one leg up with a hand hooked under his knee, pushing his chest flush against the cold marble walls or the bark of the tree for him to cling for stability while the filthy wet smacks of your cock constantly squeezing into his tight hole fills the area. just as loud as the whimpers of your pointy eared husband, whose ears twitch and droop so cutely. who bites down onto his hands and knuckles to shut himself up to no avail, always stuttering out “r-rough..! sho rough♡︎! can’t—can’t haaagh h-hold it i-eek hiigc! c-can’t hold it in ’nymoowr♡︎” as if he wasn’t the one who asked you to pound his pathetic hole until he was seeing stars. it’s as if he doesn’t care that someone could hear or even stars forbid, see them right now! doing such a dirty and private deed out in public place, where any elf with their sharp senses could hear, see or even smell the musky scent of sex

your elf husband’s boobs always jiggle so cutely whenever you fuck him, bouncing as you thrust the strap into his soppy hole. who even has a bit of a thing for feminization, whining out how you were fucking his womb, “y-nyur human d-dick is kissingg ma-agh my cerviiixx♥︎!!”, who rubs a hand over his slightly bloated belly with a dazed look in his eyes, slurring of “… got knocked up… by a human heheeh..♡︎” as if he could get pregnant. who has the cutest shrill squeals whenever you suckle on his nipples, biting around his areola to leave a mark as he weakly slaps at your back, speaking of how fucking animalistic and bestial you are

“s-so cruel… such a vile mortal—!”

elf husband who loves loves lovessssss bondage and sensory deprivation! an absolute rope bunny, he is! choosing the most finest and softest silk in the color he likes for special days, picking up the harsh and rough material ropes for the days when he wants to feel the sting, the pain, the adventure. who is into being tortured and overstimulated, forced to cum beyond what he is used to by your rough hands or hot mouth while his words turn to incoherent babbles as he tugs uselessly against his bindings. he’s just a weak, helpless little bunny in your lair, hungry wolf! please be gentle with your sharp fangs on his tender skin and smooth planes of muscle. such a sweet, innocent bunny like him could never handle the rough mating of days and nights a hungry wolf like you have planned for him♡︎

a bit of a masochistic elf husband who loves to have his senses deprived off of him. hands tied behind him, legs tied in a spread out manner and blindfolded with a dark cloth over his eyes. leave his ears free and make him try and guess what you would do to him. snap a belt or a riding crop onto your hand and watch as he flinches, jolting in place at the sound, wondering when and where it would land on his perfect body. his thighs? arms? chest? stomach? or perhaps even his cock and you would be mean enough to make him count how many hits it takes until he is cumming untouched, soiling his stomach as his blush spread all the way to his shoulders due to the whole shame. make him ponder, make him squeal at the unexpectedness, make him cry out in surprise, make him shake in the excitement of it all. he can take whatever pain and pleasure your human hands could dish out

and when he gets too loud, just shove something into his mouth. maybe a peace of cloth or even your own undergarments, whichever fits, whichever you want. he’ll be chewing on them and wetting it with his tears and saliva by the end of it

aiya yall are corrupting me. animals animals

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n0tamused · 5 months ago

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How elves deal or even feel jealous? What/how easy is to make them jealous?

A/n: Hello, yes I can! You didn't specify which elves you wanted this for, so I just picked a few of the ones I thought would go nicely with this idea. Also, I am trying these different styles of hcs, so let me know if you prefer lenghtier headcanons or shorter ones like these? I'm trying to find some balance with requests and my ability to write them in time.

Contents: (all separate) Thranduil, Legolas, Lindir, Haldir, Glorfindel x GN! Reader. Jealousy hcs, not proof read lol

⋆𓄃Thranduil

-Thranduil can be quite jealous and, more so, protective over his beloved and he does not care to ever admit it. He is quite avoidant of his subjects and feels a bit shocked (or looks like it, he did expect you to point it out eventually tbh) when you point it out to him

-Would make sliding comments about your attention lingering too long on someone, or even something at times.

-A play of words is sure to ensue if you keep pressing him for his reasons, and throughout he never raises his voice or anything of that sort, he is rather calm and eventually you come to understand that he is enjoying this, both the banter and the attention. This can be sometimes flustering or frustrating when he begins to smirk and offer sass and teasing words.

-The Elven king has seldom ever expected to ‘fall into’ love like this, or to behave like this while loving someone, but even through his long years of living he is still learning some things.

-Thranduil is quite wary of others, especially outsiders even if they are his distant kin. So he may keep you away from meetings or tedious dinners with any delegates or visitors that may seem like ‘too much’ for you to be exposed to them.

-He is stubborn, so chances are it would take a long time for him to let up on his views, as he deems it all necessary for your protection and happiness

-But even he cannot deny that he does carry a great weight on his heart and consciousness, and long, late night conversions are not something rare with him. He enjoys them more than anything else because he feels more justified to be vulnerable when the rest of the world falls asleep. He is more open to physical touch as well, and he tells you his worries and his feelings clearly then.

🍃Legolas

-The prince of Mirkwood is still quite green in the area of emotions and how one deals with them, despite his years. But he is notably much softer in comparison to his father.

-He would find it odd that he feels this way and would hide it away from you for the longest time until he can bear it no longer. It is like poison to him

-Although you would be able to see it all happening and coming down on him with the way he stares out at nothing, sometimes at the people besides you, the way his lips pull into a deep carved frown and how his jaw sets, almost uncomfortably, even for an elf - especially for an elf. His shoulders are so tense you can put a table on him

-Once he expresses his feelings to you he does apologize as well, he doesn’t want you thinking that he doesn’t trust you or that he believes you’d go behind his back and take the offer of another heart - he truly can’t explain the feelings and where they stem from.

-It’s multiple things all at once - he wants you safe and happy, and the people around may not have the purest intentions, but at the same time he feels odd that you sometimes seem to be having much more fun with someone else than him. So there’s quite a lot to unpack with him, but he is not impatient or unwilling to learn.

♬Lindir

-Lindir is more prone to fits of jealousy that strike seemingly out of nowhere, he is quite dense with it too although not nearly as secretive as he would like himself to be. He may be quiet, but the face he stays quiet with is a completely different story..

-His jealousy does stem from a sense of insecurity in his own ability to be a good partner for you, it eats away at him at times and he can take up to saying witty responses to the individual/s that he perceives as sources of his feelings. He is never malicious of course, neither to you or them, as he understand these feelings can quickly turn to poison

-He may require some more support from you at times like these, and in private he feels utterly defeated in face of his own jealousy. He is not the one to openly ask for attention from you, but at times like these he may ask you questions that may reassure him again. Hold his face in your hands and just kiss the elf, that would be my advice, plainly delivered

-He would grow flustered at such actions, and he may even give you some sass for it, but he is never refusing your advances at pouring some more of your love on him

°˖➴Haldir

-The Marchwarden of Lorien is not the most open when it comes to his own emotions and it can be difficult to read his exact trail of thoughts at times. But jealousy is not foreign to Haldir, he knows how it feels and he has long since come to truly dislike(hate) it.

-It is unbecoming of his station and just of his own character in general. Nonetheless, this jealousy he feels holds its roots in worry for your safety rather than any kind of distrust of you, and it's greatly amplified by the distance between the two of you when he is away on duty.

-Haldir doesn’t act out on his jealousy, although he makes his opinion known if he agrees or disagrees with you on your choice of companions. If he is at home with you, he would also tag along with you, if you so desired or if he just really, really did not like the company you’re going to be with. He knows nearly everyone in Lorien, and so he knows who to be wary of. That is not to say anyone from there would be a liability when it comes to physical harm, he knows that much is less likely to happen, but when it comes to needs that are more from within, love, need for attention - then he is not so sure. He cannot read the minds of others, and everyone changes over time, even elves.

-His jealousy does lessen up when he is with you, as he is not as worried when he has you in his eye. If there is danger, Haldir would do whatever was in his power to eradicate the source of it.

-You may notice this particular mood on him by the stiffness of his jaw and the hard look he sometimes directs at no one in general, as if holding an internal monologue with himself over what he’s experiencing and feeling

☼Glorfindel

-The Slayer of Balrogs is not susceptible to jealousy, and he was never a jealous individual to begin with. And that’s also without mentioning that he trusts his partner as well, otherwise he would not be with someone he did not trust.

-After his re-embodiment he may come off as a little clingy - he stays with you for as long as he can, not letting any moment go to waste, even if you are an immortal being as he is. He leaves kisses on your hands and your forehead when no one is around to see, it is intimate and he simply wants you to know that you will always have his love and support

-He is also very clear in his communication with you, and trusts that you’ll tell him if anything is bothering you, although sometimes he does know to postpone telling you something if he believes it could put a strain on you.

-He is quite free spirited though and open minded at that, just a chill guy, the chillest on this list I dare say

-All in all.. 10/10, would recommend

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thatfanficstuff · 26 days ago

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In Dreams - Thranduil

Pairing: Thranduil x reader

warnings: just canon stuff

Every step through Mirkwood dragged at you, the forest path winding in endless turns that led nowhere. The shadows around you seemed to be living things and you once again cursed yourself that you hadn’t tried harder to convince the Company not to travel through its depths regardless of what the wizard said.

“Are you alright, lass?” Dwalin asked.

You answered with a quick shake of your head. “There is only trouble here.”

No sooner had you spoken the words than the spiders attacked. You held your own as well as you could, but you weren’t too proud to admit relief flooded you when the elves came to the rescue. Now, you were being led to the palace and the king. Great. This would go well, you were sure.

“How does an elleth come to be in the company of dwarves?” an elf with long, blond hair asked.

You eyed him a moment before recognizing him as Prince Legolas. You glanced away. “Half.”

“Half?”

“Half-elleth.” You caught his look of surprise as he took in your features which greatly favored your elf father. Fortunately, your life expectancy took after his as well. “And Mithrandir, to answer your question.”

He chuckled. “That answers a lot of questions, actually. And where is the wizard now?”

You sighed in irritation. “Wherever he usually is, I suppose. Which is anywhere but where I need him the most.”

That got laughs from several of the guard and Thorin shot you a narrow-eyed look. “Do you know these elves?”

You smirked at your friend. “No, but I suppose they find my company more pleasurable than yours.”

“Cheeky elf,” Thorin grumbled though his lips twitched in amusement.

As you neared the palace and the inevitable meeting with the Elvenking, the conversation died away. Partly in grim anticipation, and partly in awe as you took in the world around you. The halls of the palace opened before you, carved into the very heart of the wood. Opulent and vast, possessing its own quiet beauty so vastly different to Imladris. Even the dwarves were taken with the halls around them.

“This way,” one of the guard said as he directed the Company down a branching corridor.

Ori stumbled, his eyes locked on the grandeur around him instead of where he was going. You caught him and he nodded his gratitude as you made sure he was steady on his feet. Thorin gave you a nod of thanks as well, though he should know by now you looked out for all of them as if they were your own kin.

Your mind raced as you neared the throne room wondering at the destiny of the Company. What did Thranduil intend to do with all of you? Before you could even guess at an answer, you were led over stone bridges and stairs until stood in a vast chamber. It was a masterpiece of elven design and at its center stood the throne, towering over everything around it. And upon it sat the Elvenking, his presence commanding, his form striking. Long hair like spun silver framed his regal face, and draped over a resplendent silver robe. Upon his brow sat a crown reflecting the branches and boughs of his kingdom. You gasped in surprise, never expecting him to be so beautiful despite the descriptions you’d heard.

His gaze moved over the company, cold and assessing. But when it landed on you, it was no longer indifferent. The chill in his eyes turned into something else, something that made your pulse race and your skin prickle. Something deep and intense that lingered far longer than it should but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away.

Finally, his focus shifted to the leader of your group. “Thorin, son of Thrain. I did not expect to see you here again.”

“Nor would you have to had your guard allowed us to continue on our way,” Thorin replied, defiance in every word. “What is your business with us?”

The king stood, every movement elegant and deliberate, his eyes never leaving Thorin. “Your presence is…unfortunate.” He paused and his gaze slid back to you with unsettling focus. “You trespass, yet I am merciful.”

“Merciful?” Dwalin spat. “To us?”

Thranduil’s lips curved into a faint smile. “I offer you freedom. You may go, all of you.” A pause, a beat of silence, then, “provided you leave the elleth behind.”

You sucked in a breath as every eye turned to you. The words hung heavy in the air. Seeing they surprised you as much as any of them, Thorin’s response was instant and fierce. “No. She is one of us. You cannot have her.”

The Elvenking’s laugh was a beautiful, bitter sound. “So loyal.” His eyes narrowed and his lips thinned. “Would you rather rot in my dungeons?”

When you started to protest, a hand grasping yours quieted you. Dwalin pulled you back with a shake of his head. “Leave it,” he hissed.

Thorin’s gaze moved between the two of you before he looked at Thranduil once more. “Better to rot than to break faith with a friend.”

Thranduil arched a brow before nodding slowly. His face was unreadable though a flicker of something flashed in his eyes. He was calm, controlled, yet his interest in you remained unwavering. “Then to my dungeons you shall go,” he declared, gesturing to his guards. “We shall see how long loyalty keeps you warm.”

And that was the last you saw of the dwarves for many weeks.

While Thranduil held true to his word and had the dwarves placed in his dungeons, you were led to an opulent room with a comfortable bed. You were dressed as befit a proper elleth and more than once you joined the king for a meal where little was said beyond your pleas for him to release your friends with promises you would remain behind. For his part, Thranduil always seemed to be watching you, waiting for something and seemed utterly disappointed when it didn’t happen.

Most of your time was spent alone as you waited for something to change. You read. Paced. Laid in a bed you seldom slept in. Days flew by, each one much the same as the one before. Until the day you heard a commotion in the hall outside your room. Before you could ask the guard what was going on, the door swung open.

Thranduil stood framed in the opening, his composure cracked, his mask gone. It was a shock to see him so unguarded, so vulnerable, and even more of a shock to see the relief that washed over him when his eyes found you.

“You’re still here,” he said in a breath. “Did you know of their plans to escape?” The question an accusation and a plea.

You met his gaze steadily, unflinching. “How could I? You haven’t allowed me to see them, let alone speak to them, since the day we were captured.” Your words were bitter, short. Filled with the resentment you couldn’t help but feel at the thought they’d left you behind, though you knew they’d had little choice.

He searched your face looking for deception and found none. “I should have known,” he muttered to himself. He took a step closer and hesitated as a thousand emotions flashed across his face. Then, as quickly as he came, he turned away. The silence rushed back in to fill the space he left behind, but it was somehow even lonelier than it was before.

You didn’t see the king again until he announced you would accompany him on his journey to the mountain to reclaim from the dwarves what rightfully belongs to the elves. He ordered you placed in one of the wagons, afraid if given your own mount you’d disappear like your companions. Two of his guard rode beside the wagon to ensure you stayed where you belonged, their presence watchful and silent.

When you saw Thranduil, it was always at the end of the day when you were led to his tent to dine and find your rest on the cot he had placed on the opposite side from his own. Or early in the morning when you both rose, broke your fast and prepared for the day’s journey. His gaze followed you as the guards led you away until you were gone from his sight before going to find his own mount.

You didn’t understand your purpose. Why he brought you. He could have easily left you in Mirkwood. Or perhaps he meant to trade you for whatever treasure he believed Thorin would keep from the elves. Despite your friendship, you found it unlikely Thorin would make that deal.

Finally, on the last night before you made camp in the shadow of the mountain, you could take it no longer. “I don’t know why you brought me,” you confessed, hoping for answers.

And for a moment, you thought you’d get them. But he only studied you, eyes deep as the skies above your head, his expression unreadable. “You will, in time,” he said at last. Another beat passed. Two. “Stay close to my guards when we reach the mountain.”

The camp beyond your tent laid quiet. “Why?” you ask, the word meaning so much more than it seemed. Why did he want you to? What did he know? Why did he care?

“There will be danger.” He answered only the obvious, sidestepping your unspoken plea. “I would not see you harmed.”

You nodded in frustration. He looked at you a long moment. Studied you as if you were something precious, something he was afraid to lose. Finally, you turned away, faced the wall of the tent and pretended to sleep.

Thranduil had left you guarded in his tent since you’d arrived at the final destination, your promise to remain with his guard apparently not enough for him to allow you to roam beyond the flaps of your temporary home. You’d made your displeasure known by refusing to speak to him so you’d received no more answers to your many questions. And now you were afraid you’d never get the chance.

The world went from ordinary to chaos in an instant and you now found yourself engulfed in battle. A cacophony of screams and steel surrounded you as you fought, swift and sure. Yet it was never enough as orcs crashed around you. There was no sky, no ground, no respite. Only bodies, blood and blades. You weren’t certain when you’d become separated from the guards, if they even still lived, but now you fought alone, growing weary and desperate.

Orcs were everywhere. An unending flood of enemies. Their blades crashed against yours until you shoved them away with the desperate grace possessed by your father’s people. You sliced, stabbed, cut them down any way you could. You fought with everything you were, but you could not fight them all.

An orc charged toward you, monstrous, larger than the others. Time slowed, stretched as his weapon arced above you, prepared to deliver the fatal blow.

Then Thranduil was there. He moved like light, like the wind, and intercepted the blow meant for you. His swords flashed, lethal and precise as he dispatched the orc. As he saved your life. You stared uncomprehending as your world narrowed to the figure before you. To the king who fought like a man possessed.

“Why?” you pled even as you spun to stop another blade, to end another life. “Why risk yourself for me?”

His eyes met yours briefly in the chaos. “I have dreamed of you,” he finally confessed. “My entire life, you have haunted me.”

You could not breathe. Could not think. His words crashed over you, more devastating than any blow you’d yet taken in the battle. You were his soulmate? It was impossible. You would have known.

“Have you not seen me?” he asked, his voice heavy with yearning, as you fought side by side.

You shook your head, unable to do more. You had no answer for him. No truth that would make sense of his claim.

“You are my dream.” His voice broke as surely as his heart. “My curse. My constant.”

As he slayed the last orc in the group that had charged the two of you, there was a brief lull. He turned you to face him, hands on your arms as he studied you.

“I had never seen your face before that day in the throne room,” you managed, the words a confession, an apology.

He swallowed before drawing you closer and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. The gesture, so filled with emotion, with longing, stole the breath from your lungs. “Be careful.” He whispered the plea then he was gone, leaving you with the echoes of his confession.

When you next saw Thranduil, he rode astride a great white elk, a beast that you had seen only in your dreams until that moment. The image seized you, an echo of all the dreams you’d ever had of the soulmate you thought you’d never find. The battle raged around you as the pieces fell into place. He cut through the enemy lines, regal and relentless. The motions the very ones that had danced in your mind since before you could remember. His twin blades flashed with deadly precision as the majestic beast carried him forward with grace and fury. He was your vision brought to life. Everything you never let yourself hope to find. You lost sight of him again as you turned back to the relentless horde, more determined than ever to survive.

It seemed like days before the chaos calmed and the battle ended. The elves swept across the field, ending the few orcs that still breathed and moving their brethren that needed to the healing tents. You’d fought to save the Company. The Durins were injured but breathing. You’d done the duty charged to you by the grey wizard and now you sought your reward.

You spotted him at last, his form unmistakable as he dismounted from the great elk and issued commands. You ran through the chaos, closing the distance in a blur. You didn’t give him a chance to brace before throwing your arms around his neck, clinging to him, afraid he’d disappear if you let go.

He stiffened in surprise as you collided with him but then his body relaxed in your hold. One arm wrapped around your waist as the other hand found the back of your head to keep you held tightly against him.

You pulled back just enough to see his eyes, just enough to lose yourself in the wonder you saw there. He studied you, searching for the reason, for what had changed between you.

“I never saw your face,” you explained, your words tumbling in your joy as you smiled. “I only saw a regal form upon a white elk. I have found you.”

His expression transformed as confusion gave way to realization. To a joy that mirrored your own. “I had given up hope.” His voice was raw with emotion.

“But I had not. And I am so glad it is you.” You laugh through your tears, filled with the joy that can only come from finding your soulmate. Finding the one destined to be your perfect match.

His arms encircled you, holding you as if he could not bear to let you go. The world faded until there was only him, only you. And it was everything you had ever let yourself hope for.

#thranduil x reader #thranduil fanfiction #hobbit fanfiction #lotr fanfiction #soulmate au

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thesummerestsolstice · 1 year ago

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Only the elves really see Elrond as "half-elven." They focus, of course, on who he is in relation to them. He's sort-of an elf– enough that they can accept him into their society, but not enough to erase his differences. They understand the different parts of him– his propensity to get sick, his elvish-sharp hearing, his need for sleep, his immortality– as "elvish" or "not-elvish." And while they can be rather condescending about anything they see as "not-elvish," they aren't usually very curious.

Most men regard Elrond vaguely as a fae being. This isn't unique to him– much of Middle-Earth's changling and fairy stories were built on the strange human-and-not-human nature of half-elves. Of course, different humans regard them very differently– sometimes with respect, even reverence, believing that "fairies" are beings of great wisdom and knowledge. Others see them with suspicion and fear, viewing them as sources of danger and deception.

To the Numenorians, Elrond is just one of them– a kind of "immortal man." He is like them in several key ways– he gets ill, he needs sleep, he regards the passage of time in a very "human" way. More importantly, he is their kin, a living remnant and reminder of both their mythical founder and non-human blood they share. He acts as a healer and counselor when they need him. This is all well and good until some of them start thinking that if Elrond could make the choice to be immortal, surely they should be able to as well.

The dwarves see Elrond as an elf. They absolutely do not care enough to tell the difference between him and the others. He's immortal, he's always with a bunch of elves. He's an elf.

The Maiar do not really understand what Elrond is, and have kind of defaulting to seeing him as one of them but like, small. Look, they're all uncounted thousands of years old, he's a child to them. They dote on him and think he's adorable, but sometimes forget that he's also part-elf and part-human, and can't just drop his physical form whenever he likes to go be a disembodied spirit in the clouds. Gandalf encourages all their antics. Elrond is working on it.

(Contrary to popular belief, the average hobbit does not have any kind of opinion on Elrond Peredhel. Bilbo Baggins, who lives in his house and has written several long, extremely personal ballads about his family history, is a statistical outlier and should not have been counted.)

#silmarillion #silm headcanons #elrond #elrond peredhel #eldritch peredhel #bilbo baggins #half elves #silm meta #elves and humans both see Elrond in very weird ways because they both kind of recognize him and kind of don't #the hobbits and dwarves just do not care #the maiar seeing anyone from Melian's line: a baby!#they'll have to fight the House of Finwe for Elrond privileges though #no one give them access to Elrond's children they'll be the most annoying aunts and uncles

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ambitiouspotions · 5 months ago

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DAYBED | KÍLI THE DWARF | ONESHOT

summary — in which kíli’s elven wife is subject to his mouth

word count — 1.5k

warnings — 18+ MDNI, smut

author’s note — i hope you like this little kíli x reader!

two brothers were now the kings of erebor, sharing the glory of their kingdom proudly amongst each other. their late uncle, thorin, had raised them with the duty to protect their loved ones and kin. there was no jealousy or hatred between them as they led the kingdom in unison.

kíli, the younger of the brothers, had grown into quite a fine dwarf. his beard had grown thickets and his hair now had braids and hair cuffs, being earned from his experience and achievements. though even with all his years of drinking and eating, he maintained his fit body unlike his older brother, fíli, who always had a great pudgy belly.

years after becoming king, fíli and kíli had to make an alliance with the elves, against their best judgment, of course. though it worked in their favor, having control of a mineral mine system in the elven land, and the elves control of a portion of the dwarven army if needed. though the alliance caused lots of headaches in the beginning, kíli ended up betrothed to an elven healer.

y/n was gentle and soft-spoken compared to kíli’s extroverted and flirty nature. they completed each other nicely to put things simply.

“what’ve you done this time?” y/n asked massaging the sore muscle kíli had been complaining about the moment he took off his shirt. his face slightly contorted, making her place her hands steadily in one spot.

“practicing with a new axe,” kíli admitted, stretching his arms upwards and groaning in discomfort. y/n brought his arms back down slowly and sat him on their bed. he knew the next step would be her doing her healing. he didn’t bother denying it anymore, knowing she wouldn’t want to take no for an answer.

“you’ve not been listening when i say to stretch before you practice with your weaponry.” y/n’s voice was hushed as she was so close to his ear, though her normal voice wasn’t much louder.

“i understand now,” kíli said, biting his inner cheek as her thumbs worked into his bare muscles.

“always stubborn,” y/n mumbled before leaving the room, having to gather a few supplies to help her beloved. kíli knew better than to move from his spot on the edge of the bed and receive an earful from his wife.

she came back with warm water in a bowl filled with various herbs and an odd-smelling blend of crushed powders. she took the cloth that was laid over her forearm and soaked it in the water. she laid the cloth on his shoulder blade and massaged, feeling her husband move uncomfortably underneath her touch.

“deep breath in,” the elf stated, as kíli inhaled she used a fist to massage instead of only a few fingers as she had before. she felt kíli exhale and left him to sit upright for a few moments before taking off the hot compress and began wrapping a long bandage from his unaffected shoulder, across his pectoral muscle, and over his sore muscle. she continued to wrap until the bandage came to an end.

“an elven witch you be with these methods,” kíli said feeling slightly better. he went to lift his sore arm to grab his shirt from the ground, but the elf put his arm down quickly.

“don’t move it, you need rest,” she said, propping the pillows on their bed so her husband could lay back comfortably. she put his shirt against his chest and patted it gently.

“you’re not done,” the dwarf grabbed her hand before she began putting away her herbal remedies. he grabbed her hand with his uninjured arm, pulling her closer.

y/n eyed her husband and placed a hand gently on his well-maintained chest. he caressed her soft cheek and placed an appreciative kiss on her lips. the elf closed her eyes, taking a moment to savor his lips. as she tried to pull away, kíli intensified the kiss, taking his hand from her cheek to her hip. her silky dress on his calloused hands was very satisfying to the dwarf, enjoying their differences in style. rough and rugged compared to dainty and ethereal. he squeezed her hip, making y/n open her mouth slightly.

the elf, though pleased by kíli’s actions, stopped him. “that would not be considered rest.” she, nudged him back against the pillow.

“but–” kíli, interjected, his wife turning her head swiftly to look at her husband with a stern look. the dwarf instead laid against the pillow.

after two weeks and much daily care for his pulled muscles, y/n released kíli for his full working abilities again. the only reason the dwarf did not go against the elf’s wishes was because he wanted a chance to lay with his wife as quickly as possible.

y/n lay lounging on the day bed in the sun. the warm light filled the room shining down on the she-elf. her eyes were closed as she basked in the sun, her entire body relaxed. she did not move when she heard kíli’s footsteps enter the sunroom. her sharp, pointed ears could pick up on even the smallest noises.

“the drops of sun add to your beauty,” he said, approaching and sitting next to her on the long sofa.

“i suppose,” y/n said, sighing in relief as she felt his hand run along her thigh. her eyes didn’t open due to the bright light, feeling the mild glow from the natural lighting.

kíli began to slowly lift her dress above her knee and catch a glimpse of her panties. his hand trailed from her kneecap down to her foot. he only wanted to take in every inch of her body and appreciate it after the few weeks he was unable to properly use his arm.

y/n allowed her husband to continue his touches, her hands resting on his chest, waiting in anticipation of his next move. he placed his hand against the front of her panties and tilted his head to look at the relaxed nature of his wife.

the elf adjusted her shoulder blades into the couch and swallowed. feeling her panties being dragged off she opened her eyes curiously. “what are you doing?” she asked, her dress being placed onto her stomach.

“taking care of you,” kíli stated, spreading her legs by taking his hand slowly and parting them, his head diving down. “you always take care of me,” kíli meant that in more ways than just one. his mind was occupied with the thoughts of temptation in front of him.

y/n moaned in agreement, feeling the dwarf’s tongue linger on her thighs before kissing the space right above her clit. kíli’s head was soon buried in her heat, paying extra attention to her clit. suckling, lapping, and gently pulling at it with his lips trying to coerce her into moaning. the elf, who was sighing quietly, had her hands laced in his dark hair and was attempting to lift her hips to meet his mouth.

kíli was holding her firmly to the daybed, still wanting to have a sense of control over y/n. his head was fully immersed in her cunt. the wetness, spreading onto his beard and chin, only gave him more motivation to continue his pleasure. he lifted her legs over his shoulders and spread her asscheeks. he wanted a larger area to continue his naughty antics.

he occasionally would shake his head so his tongue would enter her wet hole. moving up and down, occasionally teasing her asshole as he licked. his normally quiet wife was spewing moans that echoed in the mostly empty sunroom. her eyes were tightly shut as groaned in complete and utter fulfillment.

kíli was enjoying the taste of her cunt like an indecent delicacy. when he was too involved in darting his tongue across her many folds, y/n managed to raise her hip, forcing him to be enveloped further in her heat. the dwarf was startled at this quick movement, causing him to moan into her sloppy wetness.

his hairy forearm laid across her stomach, pushing her back down only so he could breathe better and continue the hungry motions against her most intimate area. the elf groaned with frustration at being forced down. the only grip she had on reality was the one in kíli’s hair. she was panting needily, kíli not aiding in the situation by exploiting her cunt.

the moment he went back to her clit, the elf felt her stomach tighten, her walls contracting over and over from the recognition given to her clit. coming down from her high, kíli buried his face again, lapping her folds before y/n released his thick hair from its tight hold and threw her head back.

kíli laid his head on her thigh, wiping his mouth and beard. the elf, having been vocal for so long, cleared her throat.

the two quietly layed on the daybed until the sunlight faded due to the clouds covering it.

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perseidlion · 8 months ago

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Now that I've finished watching Rings of Power Season 2, I have to say they were right to cast Celebrimbor as an actor who looked older than most of the other elves. People will point out that in canon, he was younger than Galadriel. At first, I didn't really get why they changed that for the show. Was it just for variety? Some other reason?

Well, after finishing the season, I think it's safe to say the reason was thematic.

The tragedy of Celebrimbor is so much greater when he visually reads older to the audience. Here is a man at the absolute pinnacle of his craft. His name is legend. He built an entire city around his forge. He has a talent so rare that Sauron needed him for conquest. If he had been cast as a younger actor, even if he was 1500+ in Elven years or something, his story would read as a naive youth seduced by power. It's so much more poignant and tragic to see the legacy of a master of his craft destroyed along with the man.

Watching fantasy is a different experience to reading fantasy, especially with wacky elf ages. The LoTR movies knew this, which is why Hugo Weaving (39) was old enough to convincingly play Liv Tyler's (22) father even though Elrond probably still looked similar to his daughter's age in the books. It's so it doesn't feel weird for the audience and they don't lose suspension of disbelief.

Episode 8 of S2 (and the episodes that precede it) really hammer home that Celebrimbor's undoing isn't just a win for Sauron - this is a loss for elvenkind. Elrond's utter horror at watching Celebrimbor's written legacy being burned to ash was a brilliant storytelling choice. More was lost at the Fall of Eregion than Elvish lives or a weapon in their enemy's hand. They lost the work of a master - the kind of person who comes around once in an age, if that.

What's more, they didn't just lose Celebrimbor. Sauron destroyed him from the inside, eating away at him until he was a pathetic shell of himself. He tried very hard to turn Celebrimbor from celebrated master to a man corrupted by darkness - both in reality and in reputation. But he resisted with what strength he had left. And his kin saw the truth before he died.

All of this was heightened by Celebrimbor being played by a man older than most of the other elf actors. It was a visual signal of his position of respect and wisdom, regardless of his actual age. That was his position in Elvish society that was efficiently shown by aging him up.

You might not always agree with what the minds behind Rings of Power are doing with their story. But after this season, I trust they do have their reasons and will be eagerly awaiting season 3.

#rings of power spoilers #trop spoilers #trop spoilers 2 #the rings of power #rings of power #celebrimbor #the rings of power season 2 #rings of power s2 #rings of power meta #trop meta

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sansaorgana · 6 months ago

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— PROTECTING THAT WHICH IS MOST FRAGILE

PAIRING — Adar x fem!Elf!Reader

SUMMARY — Sent to patrol the area where the Orcs' settlement was, you find an abandoned baby. Perhaps most Elves would remain unbothered but you have always loved the imperfect things, the ugly ones, the unwanted ones. You take care of the baby, not knowing yet that taking him with you will change your life forever.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — I missed writing for Adar, so here we are! 🤭 I also really wanted to write him with a pure, good Elven woman that would be a bit like Galadriel in the way she radiates light because I love the contrast between them two. 🙈

WORD COUNT — 6,020

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

PROTECTING THAT WHICH IS MOST FRAGILE

You had always loved the imperfect things, the ugly ones, the unwanted ones. What was making other Elves look the other way or wince out of disgust, would make your heart clench deep inside your chest. You felt the need to protect such things, to take care of them and to love them.

Because who else would?

Living in the Southlands and being responsible for protecting humans was an easy task for you because you never looked at them with contempt or superiority. However, being immortal and watching them get old and die – that was the most difficult part.

Lately, the human villages under your protection had been threatened by the Orcs – filthy, evil creatures. A mockery of your kin.

For them you had no sympathy. Or at least you thought so.

On the night before your friends had found a primitive settlement made by a few Orcs by the edge of the forest. The Elves had destroyed it and killed the Orcs but you were sent there to patrol the area to make sure no other Orcs had come in the meantime and settled there instead.

You were quick and swift, nearly inaudible as you sneaked around the woods you had known your whole life. Your bow and arrows attached to your back as you remained observant towards every leaf shivering in the wind and every howl in the distance.

When you arrived at the settlement, it was visibly empty even though the stench of the Orcs still remained. There was no light, however, although the smoke from the huts being burnt still lingered on.

You looked around one last time before turning around to walk away when a sudden and unexpected sound caused you to freeze.

Pathetic and weak wailing.

There was something pitiful about the sound and you found yourself looking for the source of it inside the burnt huts. And, finally, you found it in a basket under the table – a baby.

An Orc baby, naturally. The ugliest little creature you had ever laid your eyes on with sharp teeth and small, watery eyes as its hand was reaching out for you. Your heart clenched deep inside your chest at the sight. You couldn’t abandon it but you also couldn’t take it back to your Elven friends. They wouldn’t feel the same sympathy you did. After all, it was a child. Still innocent and still uncorrupted. And it was not its fault that their kin was a mockery of yours.

You picked the baby up gently and shushed it. You looked inside its diaper made of rags and found out he was a boy.

“Don’t cry, little one,” you tried to calm him down and caressed his little head. “Are you hungry perhaps?” You asked and walked outside to sit on the rock.

You weren’t sure if small Orcs could eat lembas bread but you had nothing else to offer. To your relief, the small piece was enough to make the baby stop crying and you watched him fall asleep in your arms now, clinging to you. You sighed, trying to figure out what to do now.

Coming back to your friends was not an option, which you had already known. Leaving the child behind to die was not something you would consider either. Therefore, all you could do was to sneak deeper into the forest, find another settlement of the Orcs and simply drop the babe off there, hoping to remain unnoticed.

You adjusted the baby in your arms and stood up, determined to continue with your plan as you walked into the woods calmly, trying not to wake the exhausted little boy up.

The deeper you went into the woods, the more lost you felt. Even though you had known these forests ever since you were a baby, they had changed recently as the Orcs’ presence seemed to corrupt the woods’ energy significantly. You no longer felt safe and the fact you were not only responsible for yourself but also for a small child was not helping.

However, you did not want to give up. If you were to get hurt or lose your life while trying to do the right thing and protect something so small, vulnerable and innocent… so you would. That was every Elf’s duty even if some had forgotten already what the source of their light was.

The little Orc baby started crying all of a sudden and you stopped in the middle of the path to stand by the huge tree nearby as you were trying to shush him gently. Too focused on him, you didn’t hear the leaves creaking behind you and the next moment you felt a dirty, crooked blade being held to your throat. You swallowed thickly and your eyes widened as you pressed the child closer to your chest.

When you turned your head around, you found yourself face-to-face with an Orc with a few more standing behind him, snarling at you like wild animals. You swallowed thickly and looked down at the baby in your arms.

“What do you have there, Elf?” The Orc asked you and lifted up an edge of the blanket the baby was wrapped in with the tip of his knife.

He was visibly surprised at the sight and he looked around to say something in the filthy Black Speech to his companions. At his words, they all gathered around you and kept staring at the baby. Little boy was looking back at them with big eyes.

“Where did you get the baby from?” One of the Orcs asked you with contempt.

“I… I found him abandoned inside a burnt settlement,” you answered, purposefully not mentioning who had burnt the very village although the Orcs did not need to be told because they snorted at that.

All except for one, who squinted his eyes and approached you quite aggressively. He pointed his blade at you and you put your heads around the baby’s head to protect him.

“Why did you take him?!” He asked.

“I… I wanted to bring him to you… I assume his parents’ are dead but I thought you were taking care of your own, so…” You started, your voice trembling slightly.

“Stop lying!” The Orc snapped and you got startled. “You stole him and wanted to take him to your kind. To hurt him,” he emphasised and his friends looked at each other as if they had just realised something.

“I would never hurt a child, no matter what kin they are!” You protested.

“Shut up,” the Orc growled and tore the baby from you. The boy started to cry immediately and you reached your hands out for him as your own eyes filled with tears but the Orc threatened you with his blade once more.

“Don’t,” one of his friends laid his hand on the Orc’s shoulder. “We should take her to Adar. Let him decide,” he said and you swallowed a lump in your throat.

You had heard that name before… Adar. It was being said with fear and mystery. A leader of the Orcs. What could you expect from him?

The worst, you assumed.

You were led by the Orcs through the mud with shackles around your wrists. You were stumbling and falling a lot as they laughed and kept pulling the chains, which caused your whole body to end up bruised and dirty. Your hair was filled with mud and leaves that got stuck to your matted hair strands. You were exhausted and humiliated but what kept you motivated to keep going was the baby boy you had rescued. The most aggressive of the Orcs had been carrying him and trying to shush him but the baby was crying and wailing all the time.

Poor little babe, he must have been exhausted from all this screaming and he kept reaching his little hands out towards you whenever he saw your face. However, when you had once dared to suggest that you could carry him instead, one of the Orcs had slapped your face with a hilt of his dagger and cut your cheek open.

You were led inside a village in the middle of the darkest part of the forest. There was a clearing but enormous, old trees surrounded it, therefore their leaves provided the lack of sunlight even in the daytime. In the middle of this settlement there was a huge fire burning and most houses resembled more of simple tents but near the fire there stood a more proper hut made of wood that most certainly belonged to someone important.

Everyone froze at the sight of you being dragged by the Orcs and they were curious about the crying baby, too. When you arrived at the small empty space pretending to be some sort of a market place in the middle of the village, you were thrown on the hard ground made of stone.

“Tell Adar to come here,” the aggressive Orc ordered his friends and they nodded before rushing away to the inside of the wooden hut.

In the meantime, some female Orc approached the man and took the baby from him but the boy kept on crying and your heart ached more and more with each of his cries.

“We found this she-Elf on our land with this baby,” the Orc announced to everyone gathered, pointing his dirty finger at you. “She stole him from the settlement her kin had burnt and she wanted to take him to the Elves, so they could experiment on him.”

“That is not true!” You sobbed at the sight of angry Orcs walking up to you. They were standing in a circle around you and staring at you with nothing but intense hatred inside their eyes. “I wanted to bring him home and to protect him!” You tried to convince them as tears streamed down your cheeks. “Please, I would never hurt him…”

One of the Orcs was already crouching down to you and grabbed you by your dirty hair to pull on them while he threw your head back and you winced out of pain.

He licked his lips as you watched him with terror in your eyes but your hands were in shackles, therefore you could not push him away when he reached out for his knife.

You shut your eyes close and swallowed a sob when suddenly you felt the Orc being pulled away. When you dared to open your eyes again, you saw a man standing above you instead and your jaw dropped slightly at the sight of him.

He was… No, he could not be, could he?

An Elf.

But not an ordinary one, no. His skin was unhealthy pale in an odd shade of grey and it was covered in scars that only emphasised he had been through a lot. His blue eyes were ice cold and full of contempt but also sadness and wisdom. His long, black hair contrasted with his skin but it also suited his clothes made of black leather mostly.

He crouched down slowly as the Orcs kept observing your interaction. You tried to move back slightly from him but he reached out for you and brushed your dirty hair out of your face.

“What brings you here, child?” He asked in the Quenya language.

The way he called you and the speech he chose to use made you realise he had to be very old.

“I… I didn’t want to hurt the baby… I promise… I… I found him and I couldn’t abandon him there, so I…” You tried to explain nervously while crying but the man was patiently listening to you. “I wanted to drop him off near one of your settlements but I got caught… I… I would never hurt a baby…” Your lower lip trembled. “Please, believe me…”

“I believe you,” the man nodded, calmly. Some of the Orcs sighed with relief but others looked at each other, angrily. “Can’t you see, my children?” He stood up and turned around to face the Orcs. “She scares you but not because of what she had done but because her light is blinding you. Worry not, her light cannot hurt you like the sun,” he assured them and turned around once more to nod at one of the Orcs.

The Orc released your hands from the shackles and you massaged your sore wrists before trying to stand up, a little clumsily. The man who had to be a mysterious Adar offered you his hand to help you with it and you froze.

After a short while of hesitation, you allowed him to grab you and pull you up.

“You are my guest now,” he told you. “Stay with us for dinner and then I shall let you go. What do they call you, my Lady?”

“(Y/N),” you told him. “And I’m not a Lady,” you added and he smiled gently. “What do they call you?”

“Adar,” he said just like you had assumed by now.

There were many questions you were dying to ask him out of curiosity but you knew you should be leaving this settlement. You were not safe there and you did not trust his invitation for dinner. Also, you had never been a nosy person and everyone had their right to keep their secrets. You didn’t expect him to suddenly tell you the story of his life.

“I appreciate your invitation but I believe I should leave now,” you told him and he tilted his head slightly. For a short while you had a feeling that you could spot sadness there but then he nodded at you.

“She can’t!” A female voice made you both turn around. It was the female Orc that had taken the baby you had rescued. He was still crying. “She is responsible for him now. She was the first person he saw after his parents died and now he has a bond with her,” she explained. “He won’t stop crying unless…” She approached you and handed you the baby, nearly aggressively.

Oh, what a sweet silence suddenly occurred as the baby boy stopped crying immediately when he found himself in your arms. He yawned and clinged to you as he closed his eyes. He was finally falling asleep.

It filled you with warmth as this innocent little creature chose you as its protector but it also burdened you with responsibility and… it was surely creating a dilemma. You looked up to meet Adar’s gaze and his ice cold eyes seemed to be so gentle at that moment, you nearly melted under his gaze.

“I cannot take him with me. My kin would never understand,” you whispered.

“Stay here then,” Adar proposed and you shook your head.

The female Orc walked away now and you saw one of the male Orcs being angry at her for handing you the baby but she exclaimed something at him in the Black Speech and he shut his mouth.

“My children are mortal,” Adar explained. “He will be grown in a few years, then you can leave him. To us, a few years are like seconds to them,” he added. “But I won’t blame you if you decide to leave.”

At this moment, something about him made you trust him more. As you looked even deeper into his eyes, you saw so much pain. Pain of watching them all being born and then die – the ones he was calling his children. Like you felt towards all the humans that you had befriended. The fact they were all mortal was sometimes too painful but you had your Elven friends to grieve with. This man – Adar – he was alone.

“I shall stay for some time and make my decision,” you nodded at him and cuddled the baby a little tighter. The bond that had been forged between you was not one-sided by any means.

“Thurga,” Adar called for the female Orc and she came back to you. “(Y/N) will stay with us for some time. Can you spare a room in your tent for her?” He asked and you looked down at the baby so he could not see how terrified you actually were of sleeping inside one of those tents, surrounded by the Orcs.

“Aye, I can, Lord Father,” Thuga nodded. “Come with me, Elf,” she ordered you around and you cracked a smile at Adar before unsurely following her into one of the tents.

Just like you assumed, it was filthy and cold inside as all the Orcs sitting by the table were looking at you with hatred or curiosity. Unfortunately, the aggressive Orc who had been the most awful to you was actually Thurga’s husband. They also had a few children sitting there and they all went quiet at the sight of you.

“Lord Father says she-Elf stays and he wants her to stay here,” Thurga announced and her husband snarled.

“Here, Elf,” Thurga pointed at some rags on the ground next to the fire. “It’s warm here. That’s your spot,” she said and you blinked a few times.

“Um…Thank you, Thurga,” you smiled at her and sat there. Thurga’s husband was visibly angry and he left the tent in a hurry.

“Don’t mind him,” Thurga sat next to you and caressed the baby in your arms. “I know him. I knew his mother. It’s a shame she died,” she sighed and you pursed your lips since you knew that it was your friends who had been responsible for that.

“What is his name? Do you know?” You asked her.

“Aye, I know,” Thurga nodded. “It’s Glûg,” she told you.

“Glûg,” you repeated out loud and smiled gently. “That’s a pretty name.”

“You think so?” Thurga asked as if she found it hard to believe.

“I do,” you nodded at her and leaned in to kiss the baby’s forehead.

“Do you have children of your own?” Thurga furrowed her brows and you looked at her, surprised. “You’re probably thousands of years old, you could have hundreds of ‘em,” she said and you chuckled softly.

“I’m not that old, Thurga,” you told her. “A few hundred.”

“Practically a baby yourself then,” Thurga rolled her eyes.

“And no, I don’t have children,” you confessed and looked down, a little sadly.

“Why not? You seem to be good with little ones,” Thurga pointed out, apparently not knowing that it was inappropriate to ask such questions so openly.

“I have never met my match,” you told her. “It works differently for the Elves. A small fascination is never enough to marry. It must be something… Something much deeper and I have never experienced it,” you smiled sorrowfully.

“The hell you need a husband for to make a baby?!” Thurga laughed and you looked at her in a scolding manner.

“Us, Elves, we do not… We do not get intimate before the wedding,” you explained to her and she snorted at that.

At that moment, Adar entered the tent and Thurga’s angry husband was standing behind him. He had complained to his Lord Father apparently about you staying at his tent.

“How do you find your new place to stay?” Adar asked you and you looked up at him.

“It is enough, thank you,” you answered, politely.

“It was a foolish idea of mine, though. You should not interrupt the peace of Thurga’s family. Come,” he waved his hand at you and you stood up carefully with Glûg asleep in your arms.

You followed Adar outside the tent and he led you inside his wooden house. It also was not luxurious by any means but it was way more decent and it resembled the human huts you knew from the villages.

“You will be safer here. It will be a sign for them that I accept you,” Adar explained and you nodded as he pointed at a wooden bed near the fireplace. “For you and the baby.”

“His name is Glûg,” you told Adar and laid the baby on the bed with a smile before turning around to look at the man. “Where will you sleep?”

“I have told our carpenter to make me my own bed,” Adar explained. “It will be ready for tomorrow but I do not need to sleep tonight. You, on the other hand, are exhausted,” he pointed out. “How many nights without sleep?”

“Four,” you answered and Adar nodded.

“Sleep, you must,” he approached the door. “I shall not disturb your rest. Are you hungry?”

“I am fine. I still have lembas bread in my pocket and Glûg can eat it, too,” you answered.

“Lembas… I have not had it in centuries,” Adar whispered.

“Do you want some?” You offered him but he shook his head with a sad smile.

“Go to sleep,” he only answered before leaving you alone with Glûg inside his house.

Weeks have passed inside that settlement and with each one, you were growing more and more used to that place. And you certainly were very close with Glûg now. He was really like your son – you slept cuddling together, you fed him with the food prepared by the female Orcs, you played with him and you gave him baths. The others were laughing at you that he was the cleanest Uruk baby out of all because you were giving him a bath every other day.

You would only leave him sometimes to play with the other babies and to spend time around his own kin, so he could learn the Black Speech, which was a skill you could not teach him yourself although the language was so easy that you were starting to understand some of it already.

It seemed like lots of the Orcs actually started to accept and like you – with a few stubborn exceptions, obviously. Like Thurga’s husband. But other than him and a few other grumpy men and women, you were quite liked. You radiated pure light that was impossible to ignore. Despite being dirty creatures of darkness, they were drawn to you.

They wanted you to tell them stories and to cut some of your hair to wear as an amulet. They were teaching you Uruk lullabies in return that you could sing to your son and they showed you how to cook the food that he would surely enjoy.

Adar was keeping his distance from you, though. Despite sharing the same house he was treating you like air most of the time. He was respectful when it was needed but nothing more than that. He seemed to be a mysterious and quiet man and you did not wish to interrupt his peace either since you knew it was a result of lonely centuries he had spent all alone. However, most of the time you could feel his eyes on you. When you were dancing with the Uruk babies, when you were carrying your little baby and singing him lullabies, when you were praying each evening to the Valar by the moonlight. His eyes were constantly on you but there was nothing unsettling or malicious about his gaze. In fact, it was rather… shy? But he never approached you.

Therefore, you were surprised to hear Thurga’s words that evening when you helped her to cook the food for her babies and for Glûg.

“You know, Elf, I can mind the little one some evenings when you and Lord Father wish to be alone,” she winked at you.

She winked.

And you froze.

“What are you talking about? Don’t be daft,” you scolded her. “Why would we want to be alone? It is awkward enough already between us,” you explained.

“Aye, I know, I know…” Thurga sighed. “An Elf like you would never look at an Uruk like that but he’s so lonely. Always has been, ever since I remember and had to be for centuries before I was born,” she said. “And he once was your kin, they say,” she lowered her voice as if it was a secret and not something obvious.

Well, perhaps to the Orcs it was not. To them, it was a myth.

“I abandoned my people to raise an Uruk child. You cannot possibly be accusing me of being prejudiced,” you defended yourself.

“I’m only sayin!” Thurga rolled her eyes and you watched her for some time from the corner of your eye before going back to cooking.

When the meal was done and kids were fed, you took Glûg with you back to the house because it was time for him to go to sleep. However, when you walked inside, it was incredibly cold there.

“What happened here?” You asked and adjusted Glûg on your hip at the sight of Adar crouching down by the fireplace and cursing in the Black Speech. “Why is it so cold?”

“The wood has gotten damp and the fire does not want to start,” he explained as he stood up. “I’m sorry.”

“Well, I can handle the cold,” you said although you were not so sure as the silver went down your body, “but what about Glûg?” You asked, worryingly.

“Here,” Adar offered you his blanket and you took it.

For that night, you did not change into your nightgown you had made for yourself a few weeks earlier out of an old linen you had managed to find. You decided that staying in your clothes would be a better idea and you put two blankets over you and Glûg, keeping the baby close to make sure he was warm but at the same time you didn’t want to hold him too close and suffocate him by accident.

You were trembling out of coldness, especially in the middle of the night. It was winter, after all, and the house was poorly made so the wind was getting inside through the cracks between the wood.

Your shaky breath had to keep Adar up because you heard him on his own bed, turning over. You wondered if he was cold, too or was he immune to such harsh weather after everything he had been through.

“Are you cold?” He asked in a raspy voice.

“Y-yeah,” you admitted. “Y-y-you?”

“A bit,” he admitted and you smirked. He had to be as cold as you, apparently, but he would never admit it.

Long silence occurred between you and then you heard his bed squeak as he stood up. You moved a bit closer to Glûg and made space in your bed, which was your silent consent for him to join you, so he did.

You felt the mattress sinking when Adar laid behind you and the moment he put his arm around you made you sigh out of relief. It was much warmer in an instant and you reached your hand out to pull the blankets over him as well.

“Do you think your friends are looking for you?” Adar asked suddenly, in a whisper, straight into your ear.

“Surely. But they will not find me. Not so deep in that forest,” you answered quietly. “And in a few years, I shall rejoin them.”

“What will you tell them?”

“The truth,” you confessed and you felt his arm squeezing you a little tighter.

“That you raised an Uruk? They will outcast you for that, Elf,” he pointed out.

“It is not in my nature to lie,” you answered. “And if they do outcast me for such a thing, then I shall be an outcast then,” you shrugged your arms.

“What will you do then? As an outcast? Where will you go?” He asked more questions and you quite enjoyed the fact he had gotten so talkative but at the same time you wondered what had caused it.

“I will go back to the place where I am accepted,” you answered without giving him an answer too obvious and too straightforward.

“Perhaps you could skip the part in the middle,” Adar whispered.

“Perhaps. We will see,” you nodded and leaned back as your muscles relaxed after getting warmer. You could feel his chest rising up and down and his steady breath calmed you down. “What happened to you?” You asked. It was your turn to inquire.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re an Elf like me,” you pointed out.

“I am an Uruk,” he protested.

“How did it happen?” You changed your question. “You don’t have to tell me,” you quickly added. “I am simply wondering.”

“I was tempted by Morgoth’s promises and followed him,” he answered and you felt a shiver go down your spine at the mention of his master’s name. “I paid the price for my own choice, so do not pity me.”

“How do you know I would pity you?” You cracked a smile.

“Because I know you enough, (Y/N),” he brushed your hair with his rough fingers. “I have been observing you. You are made of pure light like you are straight out of Valinor but I no longer have access to such holiness. Even my children are drawn to you. You are a blessing for us. Our miracle.”

“Perhaps it was no coincidence that I am here,” you sighed.

“How so? You grace us with your light but what are you getting out of it?” He wondered out loud.

“I have Glûg,” you answered. “I have a son,” you smiled and caressed the side of the baby’s sleepy face.

“He does not disgust you,” Adar pointed out.

“How could he?” You chuckled softly. “The more time I spend with all of you, the more I wonder how could any of you ever disgust me,” you confessed.

Adar’s fingers froze on your cheek in the middle of brushing your hair and then you felt him turning your head softly so you could face him. You saw his eyes looking deep into yours with a hint of hesitation and lots of gentleness that made your heart clench and quicken its peace.

You knew what he was thinking of but he lacked the courage so you took the matter into your own hands and reached out to join your lips together in a short and sweet kiss.

Suddenly, you felt as if there were fireworks going off deep within you – honey-like warmth spread all over your body and your soul sang the most beautiful tune. When you broke the kiss, you blinked a few times, surprised.

“Have you… Have you felt that, too?” You asked, surprised. Was it possible that he out of all was the one for you?

“I do not have a soul any longer,” Adar confessed with a sad smile.

“You do. You must. Otherwise my soul would not call out for yours; it would not be drawn to the abyss,” you breathed out. “Perhaps you haven’t felt it then,” you cracked a smile and turned your head around because you couldn’t bear to look at him anymore, too embarrassed.

“I have,” he whispered finally and put his hand on your hip to pull you closer. “But I do not wish for that.”

“I thought you wanted me to stay here,” you sniffled your fresh tears back.

“I do but it is a selfish need. You deserve much more than this. Than me,” he explained.

“Let me decide what I deserve and what I do not,” you lowered your hand to squeeze his as your fingers intertwined. “I do not care about anything else but the fact I have waited centuries to find you and I am finally here. Now I am sure. Perhaps I was made for you – born with this flaw of loving the imperfect things, the ugly ones, the unwanted ones. Perhaps the gods have pitied you and created me for you,” you explained.

“I have slain Elves and humans that were so dear to you,” he reminded you but not without a hint of guilt in his deep voice.

“And I have slain your children with my bow and my arrows. I have been slaying them for centuries,” you remarked. “But I will not slay any more. Can you make a similar promise?” You wondered out loud but there was silence on the other side and you sighed.

“I wish I could. But my children need home. They need a place they can call their own. No Elf and no human will accept them as neighbours,” Adar explained.

“I have,” you pointed out.

“You are exceptional.”

“Can we cast these people out and allow them to take their belongings instead of killing them then?” You bit on your lower lip and squeezed Adar’s fingers even tighter.

“We?” He asked, shocked.

“Yes, we,” you nodded.

“Together, we can do anything, my love,” Adar nodded and leaned in to kiss the back of your head. “Anything you want.”

“I want us to have a proper home,” you assured him. “But I do not want the violence and the murder.”

You watched Glûg with a smile on your face as he was running around with his friends and pretending to be at war with them as they all screamed and trained their combat skills. You were leaning on the doorframe of your house and enjoying a cup of tea out of the mint leaves you had gathered earlier this morning.

You cheered for him when he was winning and his eyes sparkled at the sight of you watching. When he was done with playing, he ran up to you happily and you smiled down at him.

“Have you seen me win, mother?” He asked and you nodded as you squeezed his cheek lovingly and he rolled his eyes at the gesture.

He was growing fast and you hated that because the older he was getting, the closer you were to saying goodbye to him forever. But he was still a child and you did not want to think of it now.

“Yes, I have. You are so strong, Glûg,” you complimented him and he grinned at your words. “Go, wash your hands now because dinner's nearly ready for you,” you instructed him and he groaned. “What is it?”

“None of my friends wash their hands before a meal,” he sighed and you chuckled at that.

“But you are my son and you do,” you teased him. “Go, wash them,” you ordered and he lowered his head before obediently walking inside the house to wash his hands in a bowl on the counter.

You turned around to watch him and then you approached the fireplace where the food was being heated up for him inside the cauldron. Glûg sat by the table and you poured a portion of the soup for him inside the bowl before placing it in front of him and he thanked you in the Black Speech before starting to eat eagerly.

The door to the hut opened and Adar walked inside. He smiled gently at the sight of you and Glûg as you approached him to give him a hug and he leaned in to kiss the top of your head.

“How was your day?” You asked him with a gentle smile and he cracked a smile back while caressing your cheek with his rough thumb.

“Every day of mine is excellent since you’re here with me,” he answered and reached into his pocket to hand you a few flowers he had gathered earlier on that day. “I have something for you.”

The years you had spent with the Uruk were enough to learn that picking flowers for their women was not their custom. But despite everything, when it came to courting you, Adar remained faithful to his old and Elven ways. And even though you were his companion for life now and nothing would change that, he courted you every day still.

“Thank you,” you chuckled and took the flowers from him as you approached the mirror to put them in your hair.

Glûg took one last sip of his soup and looked up at you while you were adjusting the flowers between your hair strands.

“You look pretty, mom,” he admitted and you looked at him in the reflection of the mirror with a big grin on your face.

“Thank you, darling.”

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#adar x reader #lilysfiction

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