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Cruel Summer Love
Erestor x reader
Request: Hi! I saw that you were taking requests! this is the first time I've done this so i think i am doing it right. I was wondering if you would be willing to write an Erestor x Reader enemies to lovers fic? If you need more info or anything let me know! :) I love your blog <3 - Anon
A/N: Another attempt at an enemies-to-lovers AU, and I hope I scored well with this also. Enjoy!
Warnings: enemies to lovers, witty banter and snarky remarks
Words: 1.6k
Synopsis: When your summer trip to Rivendell takes a turn and causes a clash with the Chief Counsellor, you find yourself in a begrudging truce, slowly leading to a change of heart.
The halls of Rivendell gleamed with the soft ethereal light of early summer morning, the song of distant waterfalls creating a serene symphony. It was a place of timeless beauty and serene tranquillity, where the soft rustling of leaves and the gentle flow of the Bruinen River created a haven of peace. Yet, beneath the tranquil surface, a tension simmered—a tension that seemed to follow you everywhere. And its source? Erestor, Chief Counsellor of Lord Elrond.
You had arrived in Rivendell several months ago, an emissary from Lothlórien. Your diplomatic mission was meant to be a peaceful collaboration, yet from the moment you met Erestor, sparks flew—and not in the pleasant kind. His cold and calculating eyes seemed to judge your every move, every word. The way his voice dripped with condescension when he addressed you, always finding flaws in your plans, drove you to the brink of madness.
Today was no different. Seeking solace, you found yourself wandering into the grand library’s vast collection, pouring over ancient texts in search of a solution to a recent border skirmish. The tranquil ambience did little to soothe your frustration.
Pulling a scroll from a high shelf and settling into a secluded corner, the tranquillity was short-lived. His presence, commanding as ever, entered the room and ushered to his desk. As he made careful steps, he paused upon seeing you, a frown creasing his brow.
“Are you following me now?” you snapped, more out of exhaustion than anger at the possible argument of the rise.
“This is my domain,” he replied icily. “if anyone is an intruder here, it is you.”
You turned your attention back to the scroll, determined to ignore him, but the words blurred before your eyes. you could feel his gaze lingering on you, a mixture of disdain and something else—curiosity, perhaps?
“Must you handle those so carelessly?” Erestor’s voice was a cold reprimand, slicing through the quiet.
You glared at him; your patience had worn thin. “If you didn’t insist on micromanaging every little detail, perhaps we could finish this task sometime before the next Age.”
Erestor’s eyes narrowed, but he said nothing, instead, he focused on his own work, though his mind kept drifting back to your grip on the scrolls, your defiant stance and the fire in your eyes. Then, his voice cut through the quiet, his presence like a dark shoulder over your shoulder. “That document is irrelevant.”
You stiffened, refusing to turn and face him. “I don’t recall asking for your opinion, Counsellor.”
He rose from his desk and moved to stand beside you, too close for your liking. His scent, a mix of parchment, peppermint oil and something uniquely him, filled your senses. “And yet, here I am, offering it. This is a matter of great importance, one that requires more than a cursory glance at outdated and delicate texts.”
Your grip on the scroll tightened. “Unlike you, I believe in understanding history before making decisions that affect lives.”
Erestor scoffed. “Understanding history is one thing, being paralysed by it is another. If you would stop dwelling on the past—”
“And start making reckless decisions like you?” you snapped, finally meeting his gaze. His dark eyes flashed with anger, but beneath it, you thought you saw something else—something softer, more vulnerable.
“You presume much, diplomat,” he spat, his voice dangerously low.
“And you presume too little,” you shot back. “Perhaps if you spent less time criticising others and more time considering their perspectives, we might actually make progress.”
For a moment, silence stretched between you, taut and heavy. Then, to your surprise, Erestor sighed and ran a hand through his long, silky, dark hair. “Perhaps there is merit to your words,” he admitted reluctantly.
You blinked, taken aback by his sudden shift. “Excuse me?”
He glanced at you, a hint of a remorseful smile playing at his lips. “I am saying that you might be right. We have been at odds since your arrival, but perhaps we both seek the same goal.”
Your heart skipped a beat. This was the first time he had shown anything other than disdain. “Are you suggesting a truce?”
“Of sorts,” he muttered. “If we are to resolve this conflict, we must work together, not against each other.”
You studied his face, searching for any signs of deceit, but found none. Reluctantly, you nodded. “Agreed. For the sake of our people.”
Days turned into weeks, and slowly, the nature of your interactions began to change. The barbed comments and icy glares gave way to the civil discourse and even, on rare occasions, laughter. You discovered that beneath the Chief Counsellor’s aloof exterior lay a sharp mind and dry wit that could rival your own.
One evening, as you worked late in the library, you felt a presence behind you. Turning, you found Erestor watching you, his expression inscrutable. “Can’t sleep?” you asked, trying to ignore the flutter in your chest.
He shook his head. “I find myself restless. You?”
“These texts are proving more elusive than I anticipated,” you admitted, gesturing to the piles of scrolls and books.
Erestor stepped closer, his eyes scanning the documents. “May I?”
You nodded, and he took a seat beside you, his shoulder brushing against yours. For a while, the two of you worked in companionable silence, the only sounds were the rustle of parchment and the occasional murmur of agreement. As the hours passed, you found yourself stealing glances at him, noticing the way the candlelight played on his features, softening the hard lines of his face. You realised, with a start, that your feelings for him had shifted. The animosity had given way to something deeper, something you were not ready to name.
“Thank you.” Your voice broke a long silence with a soft whisper.
He looked up, surprise flickering in his eyes. “For what?”
“For this,” you gestured to the workspace you shared. “For helping me. For seeing me as more than just your adversary.”
Erestor smiled a genuine smile that made your heart ache. “And thank you for challenging me. It has been…refreshing. Not many are brave nor bold to step to my level.”
The air between you seemed to change, charged with an unspoken tension. You wondered if he felt it too, if he sensed the shift in your relationship. As if reading your mind came naturally, Erestor reached out his hand to cover yours. The touch was light and tentative, but it sent a jolt of electricity through you.
“Perhaps we are more alike than we thought,” he said quietly.
“Your breath caught in your throat. “Indeed, perhaps we are…”
In the days that followed, the tentative truce between you blossomed into something more profound. You found yourself gravitating towards each other, seeking the other’s company even outside of your shared duties. The camaraderie that had once been a reluctant necessity now felt like a vital part of your lives.
One evening, after a particularly gruelling meeting with Lord Elrond, you and Erestor found yourselves alone in the gardens. The night was cool, the stars were twinkling above, casting a serene glow over Imladris.
“Walk with me?” Erestor suggested, his voice softer than usual.
Nodding, together you strolled through the winding paths, the scent of blooming flowers filling the air and the sound of tinkling laughter in the distance could be heard. Nonetheless, the silence between you was comfortable—each lost in your thoughts. Finally, Erestor was the first to stop walking and turned to face you. “There is something I need to say,” he began in a serious tone.
“What is it?” you asked with a slight skip in your heartbeat.
He took a deep breath, his eyes searching yours. “I have been a foll. I let my pride and prejudice blind me to what was right in front of me. You.”
You opened your mouth to respond, but he held up a hand, stopping you.
“Let me finish,” he begged. “I see now how wrong I was, how my arrogance and fear drove a wedge between us. But in these past weeks, I have come to respect you, to admire you. And more than that, I have come to care for you deeply.”
Your breath hitched, emotions swirling within you. “Erestor…”
He stepped closer to bridge the gap, his hand reaching out to cradle your cheek. “I know I do not deserve your forgiveness, but I am asking for it anyway. I am asking for a chance to prove that I can be more than your adversary.”
“You started off as the worst thing I could have ever encountered during my time here,” you began, watching keenly at his sheepish grin, “making my days unbearable, until they weren’t.”
Erestor laughed softly, dipping his head to hide the look of humour. “I know this, and I deeply apologise for the trouble I have caused.”
Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you placed your hand over his. “You already have,” you breathed. “And I…I care for you too. More than I ever thought possible.”
A look of relief washed over his face, and he took the opportunity to lean in cautiously, his forehead resting against yours. “Then perhaps, we can start anew. As allies, as friends…and maybe something more.”
Smiling through your tears, you nodded. “Yes,” you whispered. “Yes, Erestor. I would like that very much.”
Utilising the opportunity granted, he closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both tender and filled with the promise of new beginnings.
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Scribbles&Drabbles 2024
n s f w gallery slide 33 (Last Chance). @fall-for-tolkien I was taking suggestions from the discord chat and someone said time travel. So I thought about it and decided a time loop would be great fun (=terrible) and so the final slide was born. Also enjoy the actual prompt, I am too far gone to explain:
Additional details/requests: Glorfindel has been released to Middle earth for several purposes: one is to make sure certain scenarios play out the intended way (he does not know this beforehand). The first time this happens is when he is supposed to be escorting scholars to Imladris, but due to poor internal management resentments between soldiers and “useless paper pushers” causes a catastrophe when they are ambushed. The chief councillor dies in his arms (along with several others). He is then transported back in time, as he were, before the incident. How many tries does it take for him to save everyone? And what happens if he runs out of tries before that happens? Will Erestor be saved or will he end up haunting Glorfindel’s dreams only in the traditional sense.
#scribbles and drabbles#glorestor#glorfindel#erestor#silmarillion#tolkien#time loop#enemies to lovers maybe öwö#viva la glorestor
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Tolkien OC Week
A fandom event for OCs and underdeveloped characters in Tolkien's world!
This event celebrates both characters of Tolkien's world and our own characters that need more love, by creating and reblogging all kind of fanworks, like fanfiction, fanart, fanvideos, fancrafts, headcanons, playlists, edits, moodboards etc.
The event is modded by @yellow-faerie, @elamarth-calmagol and @stormxpadme and will take place between 21st August - 27th August 2023 for the third year running.
NSFW text entries are allowed and we’ll tag them accordingly when we reblog them, but please put them behind a “read more”.
We'll also be tracking the tag #tolkienocweek during this week!
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Event schedule for 2023:
Day 1 (21st August): Family members
Tolkien often neglects to mention the family members of major characters: for example, leaving both Celebrimbor and Fili and Kili with only one named parent. In others cases, such as Bilbo's family tree, he gives a name and nothing else. Share a character who fills in a gap in a family tree, or create a speculative family member, such as siblings for Legolas.
Day 2 (22nd August): The Bad Guys
Share an OC who belongs to the wrong side of the story, whether they're knowingly evil, misguided, or just doing their job. Maybe they're an orc or a balrog, an unrepentant kinslayer, a Southron or Easterling soldier, or one of the hobbits who worked with Saruman in the Shire. Explore their life and point of view and why they went down the path they did.
Day 3 (23rd August): Diversity
Share an OC who adds diversity to Tolkien’s world, whether it is their race, gender, disability, neurodiversity, sexual orientation, or another characteristic.
Day 4 (24th August): Forgotten Characters
As Tolkien created his stories, he abandoned some characters, such as Eriol the Mariner, and changed major characteristics of others, such as the idea that Erestor was a half-elven relative of Elrond. Other characters, such as the Dunedain chieftains fostered by Elrond before Aragorn, are forgotten by the fandom. Create a fanwork focusing on one of these forgotten characters or characterizations.
Day 5 (25th August): Shipping
Share an OC that you ship with a canon character. It could be a marriage, queerplatonic relationship, or one-night stand, canon compliant or AU, or any other sort of ship you want!
Day 6 (26th August): Alternate Universes
Share an OC who couldn’t be part of the canonical story, such as Boromir's child in an "everyone lives" scenario, a roommate or professor in a college AU, or a dimension-hopping "tenth walker".
Day 7 (27th August): Freeform
Did you have someone who doesn’t fit any prompts, or too many characters for one of them? Today, share any OC that you want.
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We are looking forward to see and share all the awesome work you come up with!
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For the headcanon meme: Erestor + ☆☠☼ൠ
Alrighty then! About time I talked about my boy Erestor again on this blog, appreciate the opportunity🖤
☆ - happy headcanon
So I see Erestor as a more reserved person in general, which fortunately or unfortunately (your choice) also applies to situations like him showing affection to the people he loves and cares about. Instead he'll express himself in more subtle ways. For example there may be a warmer, more intimate tone to his letters and notes to someone (sometimes even turned into carefully folded origami animals), longer and more casual conversations during which he'll share things that are currently on his mind or recent events he found amusing or just small acts of service that show he's paying extra attention to someone's needs.
☠ - angry/violent headcanon
On the flipside, the aforementioned reserved attitude also comes into play when Erestor doesn't like someone or something upset him. His anger is a quietly simmering thing. Sometimes there isn't even a "straw that broke the camel's back" or blow up moment either and he'll just distance himself from the person who hurt or upset him without having a direct conversation about it.
People not familiar with Erestor sometimes confuse the "not knowing him yet" state with this, thinking that he doesn't like them for whatever reason or has something against them. The fact that he can be stubborn if he wants to doesn't help matters either.
☼ - appearance headcanon
I see Erestor as someone who enjoys the "elegant but plain" aesthetic. He's always well-dressed and well-groomed, but never extravagant, opting for simple braids, relatively mono-colored outfits and few pieces of jewelry to name some examples. Next to our dignified lord Elrond and pretty, sparkly Glorfindel in particular he can look a little wallflower-y in terms of presenting himself.
This does, of course, not take away from his pretty features, it's just that he prioritizes other things and is in the unfortunate position of being surrounded by incredibly charismatic people.
ൠ - random headcanon
For this, I'm going to share some thoughts relating to the "Erestor son of Caranthir and Haleth" headcanon. I don't know who originally came up with that one, so best I can do is give a little shout-out to my good friends @i-did-not-mean-to and @maglor-my-beloved for telling me about it.
With that out of the way - in this scenario, Erestor would be a Peredhel and therefore receive the choice which kindred he wants to belong to. My current idea is that he wasn't aware of this until he met Elrond and learned of his and Elros' sundered fates. Erestor, however, had his mind made up long before this: When he thinks of his childhood, he distinctly remembers how melancholic Caranthir would often be, especially after Haleth passed away, and he doesn't want to leave his loved ones behind like that, even if immortality can become a heavy burden to bear. Elrond's story would then only serve to reinforce a decision he's subconsciously made years ago and, if it isn't already, it would become final when he sais west with the others.
I suppose this would also add an interesting layer to him accompanying Arwen to her wedding.
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How I Think the Elves Will React to a P90
Gildor
Describes it as “Thunder on the wind but with no clouds in sight.” Or “Thunderous roar of noise and echo. And dragon fire.” He is weary of it and distrustful. Mostly concerned with finding ways of defending against it.
Elrond
Slack jawed horror on his face. As a healer this is his literal worst nightmare wrapped up in a pretty black bow. It might be best if you briefly inform him of armor-piercing bullets and energy weapons that burn literal holes in people. Examples like Ronon’s gun or Goa’uld staff weapons. While weapons like that could be considered similar to dragon fire. The idea of wraith stunners and Goa’uld zat’nik’tels (zats) will both alarm him but also put him at ease. Knowing that not every weapon of your world is meant to cause as much damage as humanly possible. Though the zats ability to stun with the first shot, kill with the second and completely disintegrate the body on the third where there is literally nothing left. Adds to his PTSD and gives him many more sleepless nights and nightmares then he already had. Though he isn’t forgetting the fact that if the men of your world fight with these weapons against their enemies it isn’t too much of a stretch to say that they fight amongst themselves with the same weapons. Therefore if men from your world were to cross over and chose to wage war against the elves and other known peoples of the world there would be heavy losses.
Glorfindel
Lets not vibes *uneasy smile* He doesn’t like it. Mostly because the loud roar the gun makes reminds him (slightly) of the Balrogs/dragons that attacked Gondolin. So, it mostly brings up bad memories.
Bilbo
Absolutely not. The living (polite) embodiment of “get that thing back where it came from or so help me!”
Gandalf
Neutral: “Hmm, it is a formidable weapon.” He stroked his beard in thought, “It is unfortunate that such a weapon exists and I am quite glad that it is not of this world.” (He has the “Just don’t use it often or near me" vibes. And when explaining the gun to him and about the wraith and other threats of your world. Gandalf has a knowing look in his eye that tells you that despite you not telling him about the original purpose of the weapon, he knows that its likely that the men of your world fight and kill with the same weapons and that the purpose was not for the wraith and other enemies, much like Elrond.)
Erestor
Glares from a distance. He is 10/10 the most judgmental of the weapon out of all the elves. His first and only thought is how the weapon was probably being used for men against men conflicts. And since men fighting against each other isn’t uncommon it was usually understood that they’d have each other's back when defending themselves from Sauron like Rohan coming to aid Gondor. Though there was a time where men had problems with food, disease and starvation and had turned on each other. So he takes it as an example of the weakness of man, the weak will of man or the overall frail nature of men.
Lindir
*Faints* Has nightmares. More anxiety. And looks toward Elrond with an incredibly worried expression on his face. When he considers all the possibilities and worst case scenarios he can’t really handle it. And he rationalized it to himself by saying that he trusts Elrond’s judgment and will follow his lead.
Elrohir
*Winces* It is an interesting make, noise aside, I wonder . . . What went through the creators mind? . . Why would someone have need of such a weapon? What enemy could be so fierce that such an extreme weapon had to be made? (Considering that the original purpose for the weapon was to kill other humans it would probably be best if you only mention the wraith killing part. As the notion that the same weapons were being used against other men doesn’t really cross his mind.)
Elladan
He is drawn to it and is curious but doesn't want to use it. He is the most open minded about it and laughs at the offer of firing it. He lifts his sword and says he would rather stick with what he knows but he thanks you for the offer. He doesn’t think much about its purpose: who, what, when, where and why doesn’t cross his mind. He just thinks it's cool human ingenuity.
Arwen
She is scared of it and rightfully so. She does mention though that you should refrain from firing the weapon around elven ears. As she herself does not enjoy listening to the ringing of her ears. Because elven ears are highly sensitive and can hear a great deal more than the average man.
Thranduil
Considering you probably meet this elf while either being attacked by spiders or simply captured with the rest of the dwarven party and being lost in the darkest forest you’ve seen in your life. You probably don’t get many opportunities to actually demonstrate the P90s firing ability or any of your other gear. Though when explaining what your strange weapon does and about other weapons like Ronon’s or Goa’uld zats be prepared to find a very protective, angry and concerned elf. He will most likely interrogate you about all the possible weapons, enemies, and different ways of defending from such weapons in the hopes of defendings his people. Considering that's actually very reasonable and how you (probably) don’t want to spend the rest of your life stuck in jail, I don't see why you wouldn’t share such information. Thranduil doesn’t trust you though, as you are from another world and could have brought new, strange and (possibly) stronger enemies to Arda.
Legolas
He doesn’t like it. But when you explain the wraith and other enemies to him (keeping the original purpose of the gun from him) he understands the need for having such powerful weapons and wishes you luck in defending your people. He later tries to help you return home but with little luck. When the two of you become friends he will offer you a place amongst his people and promises that his father, the King, won’t try to have you jailed or killed. You don’t really believe him.
Feren
Your presence in Mirkwood disturbs him and with the kinds of weapons described to him. He is on high alert. He questions you constantly day in and day out about weapons and defense methods. In the middle of the night even! He's possibly even more persistent about it than Thranduil. While on one hand he can sympathize with you about the enemies you face in your world but on the other hand he is more concerned about you having brought those enemies with you.
Meludir
Poor thing. He has such a fear of the weapons you tell him about. However, he puffs up his chest with courage and says if his king asks him to fight he would.
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For Erestor,
-in the library-
What can I do for you , my love?
Y/n,
“You can assist me with rearranging these historical records in chronological order. Someone came in the other day, used them and left it all jumbled up.” His eyes rolled at the remembrance of the scenario before falling on you. “Come, lend me a hand.”
#♡{sweet.hugs} ~ {erestor}#lotr imagines#erestor x you#erestor imagine#erestor x reader#erestor#erestor the librarian#eres#imladris#rivendell#silm imagines#middle earth imagine
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For the fruit ask game! 🍊, 🍈, 🫐 aaaaand 🍇
woohooooo, thank you! <3333333
🍊 Who’s a character you don’t write for that often, but keep meaning to write for more? I don't write Elrond nearly enough. I really want to, but any story he's in just sort of...slides off him like water off a duck's back, and he just stays in the background being wise and kind and quietly amused by the goings-on around him. I can't quite grasp him.
🍈 Who’s your blorbo and what are some of your favorite headcanons/ideas about them that repeatedly show up in your fics? Free pass to rant about blorbo opinions. Oh man. I love so many characters, and I don't really get the 'blorbo' thing, but someone who has been living rent-free in the back of my head for over 20 years is Legolas, and I have some very strong opinions about him - he is NOT a redneck, a hick, an idiot or any of the other things that fandom likes to joke about; he's very deep-thinking and cares very strongly about things, but he's also capable of being light-hearted and silly and whimsical. Oh, and he and Gimli are friends and that is absolutely enough, they mean the absolute world to each other but that doesn't mean they have to be shagging. The insistence of fandom on shipping them romantically these days, imnsho, takes away from the beauty of their canon friendship, as though friendship isn't considered 'enough', and I really do not like that. :D (also, you know who he does appear to have a crush on in canon if you read it in a certain way? IMRAHIL.)
🫐 What’s your favorite underrated thing in your fandom? (A ship that only you seem to write for, a character there’s almost no fics about, a trope that criminally hasn’t been written yet, etc.) omg! Legolas/Imrahil, my favourite rarepair canoe! Also Sigrid/Tauriel (and Sigrid&Tauriel), who deserve a lot more attention - to which end I am running @sigrielweek between 7 and 13 October! (the blog doesn't have anything on it yet but anyone who wants to, please feel free to give it a follow so that when I get it sorted out you'll see it!)
🍇 Is there a particular scene/episode/book/etc that you want to just write a million fics about, over and over? Which one? I always thought I'd have one fic per scenario (mostly various pairings getting together), but I seem to find myself returning to them and writing different ones, particularly Erestor/Glorfindel, I've written them getting together so many times now, and I'll be posting another one later on in Writers' Month!
heeeee, thank you so much for asking! <333333 anyone else want to send me some fruit and get some opinions? :D
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This backstory is the coolest; it's just the truth. Also, I am slowly writing a fic about a scenario like this, where Glorfindel and Erestor clash over Erestor's past. Truly, so much drama. Elrond is cringing the entire time. XD
First Age Erestor
I've played with different versions of Erestor ever since I began writing him, but I have to say that him being Calaquendi from one of the Fëanorian houses (usually Maedhros') is my favourite. It also makes the most sense considering that it was mentioned that there were still a few High Elves that dwelled in Rivendell in the Third Age, and with Erestor being chief counsellor, it made sense that he would be among the oldest there. Putting him in Maedhros' or Maglor's house also gives a good backstory to how he and Elrond met.
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Worst case scenario: Erestor isn't fast enough and has to explain to Elrond what happened and how he got that injury. Elrond laughs for a long time.
Bet he will tell a lie about cats being trained badly (elrond knows the cat he was referring to. That cat is very nice unless told to "go for the crown jewels". Where Erestor has the scratches. Nkt calling Erestor a liar to the face but totally behind his back)
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A Lot Like Love
Erestor x reader
Request: Hello! i would like story with Erestor as first love story please ? In rivendell and the summertime vibes - @sofyawiththelves
Words: 800
Warnings: none
Synopsis: The love story of how you captured Erestor’s heart on a warm summer’s day.
Love was never an emotion Erestor claimed to have experienced, but understood the raw passionate chokehold it placed on people. The countless novels of love at first and love conquering all played out vividly before his eyes between others. He knew what it looked like, but never felt, touched or tasted it. To imagine the colours of love whenever it struck him, should ever he be blessed to live in the moment, was serendipitous.
Erestor found himself on a stroll, meandering through the market stalls filled with merchants and local shopkeepers, searching. For what? He didn't truly know, until...
He found himself in an unprecedented state of nervousness, an unsettling sensation akin to a whirlwind of butterflies taking flight within the depths of his stomach. What made this feeling particularly absurd was the fact that it struck him in broad daylight, amidst a bustling crowd of people.
Who were you and where had you manifested from? Why had it taken him this long to notice your presence?
No matter how hard he attempted to dismiss it, he couldn’t banish this overpowering emotion. It was as though you were an unstoppable and immovable force who had infiltrated his being, someone who seemed acutely aware of the impact you had on those around you. Your enigmatic figure casually meandered through the area, seemingly oblivious to his own statue-like presence.
A sly smile graced your lips, stretching into unrestrained laughter. It was evident that you found amusement in his starstruck demeanour, the sparkle in your eyes betraying your true intentions. This façade was deliberate, he was convinced; you couldn’t possibly be so naive as to overlook the repercussions of your actions.
You strolled about with an effortless elegance, your hair adorned with flowers like a personal halo, and a natural radiance that outshone the sun itself. The summer sun could not maintain its glow when you existed. It was impossible to outshine your very existence. And so, he silently cursed the heavens for placing such an angelic being on this accursed earth, forced to mingle with a motley crew of ruffians. The question that consumed his thoughts was why you had chosen to be here, among those who failed to recognize and adore them as you truly deserved.
Your garments flowed gracefully with each step, mirroring the fluidity of your body’s movements as you hopped from one vendor stall to another. Laughter erupted as you pointed out items and engagingly interacted with the vendors. For all the years he had dwelled in this city, he had been under an enchantment, unable to perceive such unfathomable beauty, magnificence, and perfection. Or perhaps it was his own eyes that had been shrouded by a veil, obscuring his view of this incredible allure.
Such magnificence should be treasured and adored, and put into poetry to be read thousands of times over and over again with cravings to capture the essence of how ethereal you are.
He yearned to reach out and grasp the aura that surrounded you, the presence that enveloped your being and bestowed upon them such mirth. He wished to immerse himself in it, letting it warm his soul and dispel the lingering coldness that had haunted him for years. You were his reason to smile, his reason to exist, his reason to truly live after years of mere existence. He was willing to allow your sunshine to penetrate his life and bring about the change he so desperately needed—for you, for himself.
With the noon sun still high in the sky and the streets relatively deserted, he saw an opportunity. No one seemed to care about his identity at that moment as he strode purposefully through the vendor stalls, making his way towards the person who had ignited this newfound hope within him.
With your focus locked onto a small, exquisitely beautiful hairpin, he sucked in a deep breath and adjusted his hair. Now was the moment, just like in the romance stories he read where the man would approach the woman and swoon her with something unforgettable. This was his moment to repeat all his years of fantasising.
Calling out to you, he watched as you turned to meet his gaze; his eyes capturing a mix of anxiety, courage, and hope. In that moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. Everything fell into perfect alignment, he spoke softly, capturing your attention that was the start of forever. “May I be acquainted with such a magnificent beauty?”
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Omg I love that. In terms of the Elrond fingerfucking and painting this story for him, i’m just imaging that the multiple people in question are all Celebrían in some way (and also random ellyn that Elrond throws in) and it’s just all these Celebríans mommy-domming Lindir that Elrond regales to Lindir as he’s about to cum all over his belly due to Elrond’s long, delicious fingers….
this is especially funny to me because I imagine Elrond would just kinda naturally stray in to describing Cel as just the hottest person that comes to mind for him.
Thankfully it’s hot for Lindir too.
And honestly in this scenario? Even if in a ‘real world’ in-character sense I can’t see them actually involving other people for it, I can see Elrond describing other people to him, like actually describing and stating that it’s Glorfindel (big, warm, passionate, likes to take his time. Three/four fingers or a wide toy), Erestor (a punishing pace, hair pulling, some possessive bites to Lindir’s neck. three fingers), Thranduil (also a rough pace but more decadent and delicious than punishing, sinking into Lindir as deep as Elrond can go or using a toy because Thranduil’s really long)--
y’know?
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I’ve never seen but am so intrigued by the idea that Elrond&Elros weren’t actually raised by M&M? Like yes, they made the decision to keep the twins and stuff but the actual day to day care was entirely the responsibility of some of their followers (a good Erestor backstory) and so post War of Wrath Elrond is like yeah Sirion was fucked up but they did try to take care of their people but I have spoken to them 3 times total so personally *shrug emoji*
I don't think I've seen this take either, but I don't really read fic unless it's very tiny and handpicked by lovely friends - which already dooms me to miss 90% of possible scenarios the most creative minds in the fandom come up with 😅 So maybe someone else has seen it...? It does sound intriguing!
Anyway, I think if you accept the Silm as an unbiased account (and there's no reason why you should), it DOES say that the twins and Maglor loved each other, BUT historically, royalty have had their children be basically raised by qualified servants and yet they're capable of loving each other, so I don't think that should stop this scenario from happening. (Though again, even if it did, you could just... Ignore canon, or assume it's biased.)
I have to say that I somehow have never considered Erestor as being old enough to have raised Elrond, but I can't immediately find anything to contradict that, and now I'm like, trying to imagine how I'd picture their relationship if that was/is the case 🤔
#not that either of these things were your main point#but i'm Uncreative and have no idea how to further au thoughts unfortunately :/#or even alternate interpretation thoughts :/
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"Tell me what you saw."
Though visions and prophecies ran in his family Erestor had never had one before. However the scenario he witnessed in his dreams last night was too real, too specific, and the times were too dark for it to be anything but.
“Corsair ships - a whole fleet of them, sailing in victory from Pelargir toward Minas Tirith,” Erestor sighed. He’d just been speaking with Elrond and Glorfindel about it for hours; it left the chief counsellor with an uneasy feeling.
{ @askrossiel }
#this is late third age ofc#he saw the obscured version of the result of the battle of pelargir#i assume by this point in time erestor knows and trusts Rossiel
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What's the most personal fanfic you've written? Gold-Cleaver, the one I poured all my feelings about gender, sexuality and my body into, projected directly onto Maglor
What's the weirdest AU scenario you've ever come up with? Quite possibly Your Turn to Bow, which I am currently working on... intended as a short, smutty fic, it now has 4k words of worldbuilding and no end in sight... the basic premise being Elrond and Erestor staging a coup to supplant Gil-Galad...
Do you tend to feel more satisfied with your most popular stories? Not necessarily... it's nice to know that something I wrote hit a nerve in others, but most of what I write is either written for someone specific or very, very self-indulgent
Does worldbuilding come easily to you? Worldbuilding mostly comes accidentally to me - either I rotate the fic in my head for a few days and then write down the results, or I discover halfway through a fic that a throwaway line from the first chapter actually makes a great worldbuilding detail, I very rarely sit down and purposefully worldbuild
What detail in [I'm going with Your Turn to Bow again] are you really excited about? Gil-Galad having a full Finrod Moment™:
Slowly, with shaking hands, Gil-Galad lifted the circlet from his brow and threw it at Elrond’s feet. “May it bring you only grief,” he choked through the tears of betrayal, before turning and letting himself be led away by the soldiers, head held high.
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Wear this now in Memory, an Elrond/Erestor ficlet written for @thelien-art's gorgeous drawing of them, because I cannot get enough of that ship
I promise you I'm not broken, because Maeglin deserves nice things
Star Anise, because we all deserve nice things <3
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From fanfic asks, 3 and 4 :) I hope you and yours are well
Thank you so much for the ask! The boys are doing well, and I am stressed and exhausted but hanging in there because I’m as stubborn as ever haha
3. Do you prefer canonverse or AUs?
I think I do tend to go for canonverse first. I love seeing how different people interpret the original work, and after all it's the original story I fell in love with.
But once I've read all the canonverse fics I can get my hands on and have written some myself, I do like to branch out with AUs and see my favorite characters in new scenarios and settings. I'm more likely to read AUs than write them, though.
4. What fandom’s/ship’s fan fiction do you read the most?
I've been in the Tolkien fandom for a few years now, so that's mostly what I read, if I read anything at all (which I haven’t been lately, sadly). Maedhros/Fingon is my OTP so that's the ship I mostly read, though I really like Erestor/Glorfindel because it's a nice break from stories where everything hurts and everyone dies.
I have wandered back into the Star Trek fandom a bit lately, because Spock/Kirk was my first ship and will always have a special place in my heart.
Thank you again, and I hope you and your family are also doing well! <3
#not fandom#fanfic asks#i need to create for tolkien again#i am nearly done with a drawing#of maglor and celegorm#it's kind of adorable and fun#i just need to color it#elesianne
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So- would you rather kiss Erestor or Elrond? A proper kiss mind, not just a peck on the cheek
“Ew.”
Crinkling up her nose with a little grin, she hummed thoughtfully. “If you don’t want me in the Valley any longer there are certainly easier ways to get me banished; I can think of at least three.”
But if she had to...
“Well, in this wild theoretical scenario where life or death apparently relies on whether I’ll stick my tongue down one of their throats, I feel like-- mmm, Elrond? Neither are quite my type, and Erestor might be one of those ‘quiet on the outside but wildly kinky on the inside’ sorts, but I think Elrond’s got some nice broad shoulders. You know, got to do the whole ladylike wrapping of arms around thing.
“Also, it’d be kind of a study in kissing, yeah? I’ve kissed Elves. I’ve kissed a Man or two. Is a Half-Elf like a split between the two?”
Snorting a laugh she snapped her fingers and pointed at him. “And that’s my essay on which Elf-Lord-Whose-Name-Starts-With-E-In-Imladris I’d snog if required thanks for coming.”
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