#galdor of the house of the tree

[welcometolotr]

they're partners, your honor

[greenlaut]

galdor — lord of the house of the tree 🌿

later on, in the square of the palace, turgon proclaimed the fall of gondolin, throwing his crown at the roots of glingol, and it was galdor who picked the crown up, but the king rejected it. (x)

an illustration made for the hidden city of gondolin discord server's 2024 calendar. galdor is for the month of august so he is enjoying some rain :)

[doodle-pops]

Lords of Gondolin | With A Musician Reader

Request: hi mina how have you been? i hope you’re doing ok c: i was wondering if you’d write a scenario about human!reader showing off her greatest musical creation to the elves? it’s a piano they’ve spent a decade workshopping & building to perfection. readers also made middle earth versions of the upright bass, acoustic guitar, & cello. they plan on making more instruments cause it’s their passion and how they want to be remembered by. for the lords of gondolin - @dicksoutformtl

A/N: I’m doing just fine! It was fun writing this request know that all of them would be impressed at reader’s craftsmanship. Enjoy!

.𑁍༊˚ Galdor

Galdor is thoroughly impressed by your craftsmanship in creating new and improved versions of some of the instruments they already have while crafting newly discovered pieces as well.

He would have known you were into the musical arts, hence why you were always playing or composing a new piece every few weeks. However, what he had never suspected was a entire batch of new instruments being presented to him.

He is enthralled and eager. While some instruments may not be a favourite to his ear due to the sounds they emit, you can bet he’s informing you of some upcoming festival where you can show off your creative talents.

Galdor is a proud elf Lord who would happily talk about what you’ve created to the others and recommend you to the King to play your pieces at balls. He wants everyone to be aware that you’ve made inventions and they’re groundbreaking.

There are moments when he’d sit around and listen as you explain to him how you created each piece and the inspiration behind them or watch as you play songs on them.

It touches him when he becomes aware of the purpose of your collection of paper in the corner of your room. They were all songs written to be played on these instruments about how much you like or care about him. He’s touched and appreciative.

.𑁍༊˚ Ecthelion

The musical master is too stunned to speak as he enters your humble abode and notices all the new “classical” instruments lying about. Ecthelion’s curiosity gets the better of him and he can’t help but strum the strings of the bass and cello, or press the keys on the piano and gasp at the new pitch echoing.

He becomes aware that these are not instruments that exist in Middle Earth and bombard you with a million questions. “How did you make this?” “Where did your idea come from?” “What inspired you?” “Who are you really?”

Ecthelion probably assumes that you’re not normal to come up with all these instruments since the Valar would have created their instruments for them…so are you a Maiar or Valar in disguise?

You will be followed around until you answer all of his questions with responses that tickle his brain the right way. And be prepared for him to request if you two can now play duets at festivals and balls. He wants you to be the musician couple.

Ecthelion will show you off, more than Galdor and some of the others because he’s proud and wants everyone to know how talented you are. He doesn’t care if the other Lords comments that you’re more talented than him, he would simply acknowledge and say, “Yes!”

And not to forget, he’s making sure that your name gets recorded in the history books as an important figure in music. He’s even more proud when he realises that you’ve outdone musical protégé like Maglor and Daeron.

.𑁍༊˚ Glorfindel

There is not a person without a ten-mile radius who hasn’t been alerted by him of your musical genius abilities. Even Lord Elrond would be shaken aggressively as he is being told about your creation. “Y/N has reinvented the world of music! There is no one as great as them!”

Goodbye Lindir or Ecthelion, hello to Y/N, the new musical protégé of Gondolin or Imladris. Get used to being announced at dinners or balls to play your newest pieces and having Glorfindel looking like a proud dad (if he had a camera, his look would be completed).

Anytime you’re making a trip to your music room, don’t go without Glorfindel or else he’ll barge in all grumpy, complaining that you forgot him. He wants to be present at each new masterpiece you’re making, whether it be a new instrument or song. He likes watching the look of concentration as you play each piece to conclude which suits the song best.

Be noted that he’s curious, so he is bound to touch the piano or cello and gasp as the notes ring out. I can see him being drawn towards the guitar and requesting that you teach him. I don’t know, but Glorfindel playing the guitar suits him (idk if it’s just me).

Cue Glorfindel wanting to join you whenever you’re playing and the guitar can be included. He’ll happily sit beside you and strum away lightly while you play the piano or violin.

Like Ecthelion, be prepared to be announced/talked about by Glorfindel any chance he gets. He’s not rubbing it in anyone’s face, simply expressing how proud he is of his little human creating instruments that “change everything”.

.𑁍༊˚ Egalmoth

Most proud of them all, however, he’s torn between wanting the world to learn about your skills and also keeping them hidden so he alone can know this secret and cherish it.

A bit stingy sharing your talents with the rest of the world because they should be for him to enjoy and praise. He does complain when people don’t praise you enough and encourages them to be louder.

I don’t see anyone surpassing him in terms of being the biggest cheerleader. This elf considers himself blessed to be around such a gifted person (you’re more gifted than his friends in his eyes). You’re a miracle worker creating new instruments unheard of or reinventing old ones.

He wants to learn about your pieces even though he doesn’t know about music deeply, he would to be told everything. Don’t worry if it sounds all foreign to him, he’s understanding.

Egalmoth would inquire if you would like more materials to make more instruments because he understands that it’s your passion. He would even ask if you would like to open up a school to teach others.

Like the others, he would request that you play at dinners when the Lords come over or if the King is hosting a dinner party. Might get annoyed if someone wants to collaborate with you because you sound great on your own.

.𑁍༊˚ Rog

This craftsman is enthralled, amazed, excited, and proud of your creation. You made these instruments all on your own! Rog cannot cease talking about how you designed and crafted all the instruments by yourself. This is one of the rare moments when he's talkative nonstop.

You’ve got one of the great blacksmiths hooked on your inventions and wants to know the process you took to create each piece. He’ll be teary if you mention that you used some of his instructions during his days of teaching you basic material crafting.

Learning more and more that everything was done on your own and you spent years making each puts a type of ride in his heart that’s unshakable. If you show him how each piece is played, Rog finds himself whipped and ready to boast.

It’s strange seeing the quiet blacksmith boasting and talkative, and it’s for good reasons, you. All the Lords know, the citizens know and the King as well. Very soon, you’ll be having a hearing with the King who was intrigued by your new inventions courtesy of Rog cheerful chattering.

Rog doesn’t mind whether you choose to play privately or publicly, the choice is yours and he’s pleased with either decision. He wants you to be comfortable, but he would ask if you could play him a piece so he could experience the beauty of your creations.

.𑁍༊˚ Maeglin

Curiosity caught his attention for a great purpose and it led him to discover new things worthwhile. Maeglin is enamoured and his curiosity is piqued tenfold. Questions rattle off the top of his head about all that he’s seeing and how did you manage to think about creating these pieces.

You’ll be seen as someone highly skilled and great in his eyes because you’re out here reinventing the world of music, something the elves are passionately known for.

“Can I come to watch?” “Can I sit and listen?” “Will you play for others to see what you’ve made?” He will stand in the doorway as you play your pieces and write songs suited best for each with a sense of pride in his chest. You’re a part of his House and creating all these great inventions to make a name for yourself. How could he not be pleased?

Definitely another one who would recommend you to the King to present your showstopping performances during balls. Whether you play with the orchestra or sole, Maeglin is supportive.

You’re Maeglin little songbird who he wakes up to playing your piano or guitar on the balcony or in the drawing room. You provide him with melodies that allow him to melt in and drive his tension away.

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[lovefairymina]

Galdor, my heart, what was your childhood like?

A gentle smile softly came upon his face as he reminisced with a distant look in his eyes. “My childhood was spent amidst ancient woods and quiet rivers. I learned the ways of the flora and the world through stories and the songs of nature. Those days were filled with wonder and learning,” he smiled. “I was a more adventurous spirit than I am now. Never home; always outside among nature.”

[theelvenhaven]

The Fall

Galdor x Reader

2.5k Words

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It had been pandemonium from the moment that Melkor’s servants arrived. Nost-na-Lothion’s silence had been interrupted by the chanting of orcs, the roar of dragons and the cracking of whips as balrogs approached Gondolin and breaking through it’s many gates. Tramping and toppling over them like they were nothing. 

You could do nothing but stand there with Galdor in shock with the rest of the Gondolindrim over everything that was transpiring. Both of you had hoped that each stronger gate would deter the wave that came… But it was no match as the mighty fell beasts aided in toppling it over, before flying overhead and burning down the buildings. 

It was then at the King’s behest that Galdor ready his soldiers and people, and you two were separated. Following immediately upon the rumors that Galdor had disclosed to you. That somewhere in Gondolin there was a tunnel that the Princess and her husband Prince Consort Tuor had built. Though you were only working off rumors as you ran.

Galdor had given you basic instructions and you only hoped that they were well enough to get you where you needed to go. As you ran, you only seemed to run into dead end crumbled or toppled over buildings. Buildings that used to be homes and shops, stairways had been blocked off, your adrenaline had been pumping before you had finally met up with a group of warriors and other civilians. 

Ones that seemed to know the direction that they were going in, ones that cut down orcs that rounded corners or sacrificed themselves to keep the balrogs distracted. Your group of six guards had dwindled down to two and yet the civilians seemed to keep growing as you ran. From a meager four people to well over twelve, each of you inviting and hurrying new stranded elves and mortals alike trying to hurry and help them towards the tunnel. Though the number never seemed to stay consistent.

No matter where you ran was there fire and ash, billowing up to the skies, blackening it’s perfect blue. Your ears ringing as you listened and watched as buildings would crumble and crack and fall to their ruin, rubble threatening to fall atop of you. You were lucky to save yourself when you looked up to see the massive careening piece fall from the sky and almost onto you. 

Jumping as you were simultaneously pulled out of the way by another person, you could feel the heat of fire licking at your skin. As dragons fire rained down overhead. Lashing out and roasting others alive much to your horror and that of your companions. But you all knew you couldn’t stop, if you did… you’d be like those who did… You only hoped that you were successful in your escape. 

Praying to Eru- begging and pleading to him for your safe route out of this mess. Praying and pleading that Galdor was safe and sound, what little you let your thoughts stray it was of concern of your husband. You hoped he was alive, that he was okay, and in one piece. The horrific ideas of the ways he could die had played out in your mind when you weren’t too focused on the surrounding areas. Trying to make sure you didn’t die as well.  

It was only after what felt like hours of running did you seem to finally arrive to the tunnel, losing or gaining people as you went along. Several Lords were standing guard, including your Galdor. Immediately you ran to him, as he seemed distracted caught up in the hysteria and trying to usher people, but the moment he saw you, his heart filled with relief. 

You were alive! In one piece and not a scratch on you. It was more than what Galdor could ask for as you hurriedly embraced him. His forehead immediately coming to rest against yours as you both basked for a moment in each other, knowing that you were both alive and well for now. 

“Praise Eru! I worried after the first two hours- I feared the worst.” Galdor confided to you, usually… Egalmoth would have something snarky to say. Something to rush this moment, but he didn’t understanding this might be the last time the two of you see each other. Even he didn’t have the heart to ruin or rush this moment. So he simply stepped up and forward, taking over his position. 

Tears filled your eyes, spilling over leaving a fresh trail of salty water down your soot stained cheeks, from all the smoke and fire. 

“And I praise Eru you are here and alright. Are you coming with us? Please tell me you are.” You pleaded desperately as you held onto his strong arms that were covered in padding and armor. Yet before you could answer all you could hear was the sound of approaching goblins and orcs. They had yet to see the tunnel but from the sounds of it, if they were not stopped they’d be upon you soon. 

“Go, you must go!” Galdor said pulling away from you, his usually calm demeanor was gone. The moment of relief had melted away, yet your hands didn’t release his arms and it hindered him only a little as he was reluctant to pull away from you. 

“Galdor-! Are you-”

“I’ll be right behind you, melmë! Go! Now!” Galdor urged and rushed, finally pulling away from you as a civilian grabbed hold of your tunic and began to pull you along. You hesitated to go, looking back and only watching as he disappeared around the corner, with screams of horror from other elves and humans alike. 

It was the wake up call you needed to run through the tunnel and you didn’t stop. Not with relief as you saw Lord Glorfindel or heard the sound of Lord Egalmoth’s voice, and your terror only became worse when you heard the roar of the balrog that threatened you and everyone else. All of you breaking into a harder run, while Glorfindel ran past all of you and in the direction of danger. 

You couldn’t breathe, your lungs burned from smoke and ash and running- as your legs burned with every hard step you took running. You didn’t look back as cheer erupted, and the screeching sound of the dying balrog met your ears. But it had been short lived as again cries erupted for Lord Glorfindel. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to turn around to see his demise, you couldn’t handle anymore. The grief would be too much, the stress would finally get to you and you would fade away right then and there. Your body would just turn to ash like the rest of Gondolin while your fëa would flee to Mandos. 

You didn’t want to abandon Galdor if there was a chance he was still alive. You’d hang on with every fiber in your being to be there for when you all found safety. 

None of you stopped as you finally exited the tunnels, not even to look back on the burning and plundering mess of what was once your fair city. The sky still clouded in smokey, though stars of Varda started to glitter their way through the further you got away from its ruin. There was a mess of elves stopping, some still going, some turning back. 

Trying to find loved ones, others unable to continue on for now, others hoping to help whatever stragglers were still behind. Aiding Egalmoth in wrangling the crowd and getting you all some place safe, and you simply followed the Lord. 

Your King was gone, some Lords you could hear had fallen in Gondolin, and the words of how Maeglin was a traitor quickly spread throughout. Lowering morale and making everyone feel like giving up, now that you had lost your homes and safe haven. Though Egalmoth didn’t let it deter any of you as he encouraged or everyone to press onwards. 

Leading you for days through places you hadn’t been before, and if he was uncertain of where he was heading… He surely didn’t show it. Others branching off to Doriath… Though rumor held it had been destroyed. But that didn’t stop others from seeking it out, while whispers aroused of the Havens of Sirion and Arvernien. 

With Tuor and Idril at the Helm of leading you there. Claiming it was one of the last safe places of Beleriand… Save maybe Ossiriand. But it would take weeks of treachery to get through to there. Where as this march was only taking days. 

When you arrived you were all surprised to see so many Sinda there. Though they all welcomed you with open arms, especially as Tuor and Idril spoke with those around them… perhaps in charge or something of that nature. Others rushed to welcome you into their home, offering food and bandaging the wounded. 

While everyone felt and found their kindred spirits in those from Doriath, having heard officially of its Fall and Sacking. You could scarcely find relief, your nerves never having dwindled as your mind could finally “settle”. Settling to wander back towards Galdor. 

Wondering where he was. He said he was right behind you… You know he had a duty to Gondolin. But apart of you wish that he didn’t and that he could’ve been selfish and followed with you instead. You wished he didn’t had to have run head first into danger the way he did. 

You hoped he survived, Egalmoth had not spoken a word to you about your husband. Simply keeping to his duties, yet you couldn’t find the words to speak to Egalmoth either, because a part of you didn’t want to know if he didn’t survive. Not yet at least, not ever… But you knew you’d be met with reality sooner or later. 

While the Sinda offered you places to stay seeing as so many refugees continued to pour in from Gondolin, you stayed put firmly near the entrance of the Haven the Sinda and even- as you learned- other Noldor from Nargothrond had begun to built. 

In a meager tent, shellshocked and quiet. Not speaking to anyone, you could’ve sworn Egalmoth came and sat with you a time or two. Though he said nothing, there was no reassurance, and he didn’t want to give you false hope about anything. You stood patiently at the entrance when you saw large groups approach, busying your hands with rations of food or medical items, fresh blankets or clothes. 

Looking over every face and every person of stature, looking over every soldier that came in. Everyone in glittering mail with the crest of the House of the Tree on it. No one recognized you, naturally and you hardly recognized them. Yet none of them still uttered anything of Galdor. 

You reached over into one of the crates picking up a skin of water, and ration of lembas when your eyes fell on the ner in front of you. With familiar light eyes, brown hair that had been covered in soot, and mess from being in a helm that was long abandoned. They didn’t take the rations from your hands, they let out a cry of relief as they grabbed your wrists and pulled you into them. 

You were met with cold, dirty armor, but you felt arms wrap around your shoulders and hold you close. You froze in your place, it had all happened so fast, you hardly knew what to make of it! 

“Melmë you’re alive!” Galdor said as he rested his chin on your head, and immediately a cry left your lefts as you dropped the rations and wrapped your arms around his armored chest and body. Clutching onto him as tightly as you could. 

Relief flooded you and you felt faint, grateful he had such a strong hold on you as you felt as though your legs might give out. Your heart pounding fervently in your chest, and the tears spilled from your eyes, 

“Oh Galdor! I thought I lost you!” You sobbed out to him as you did your best to cling tightly to your husband. His arms only winding snugger around you, and you didn’t dare complain of discomfort, you’d take all the poking of his armor on your body in the world to keep having this moment with him. It was a reminder that it was real, that you weren’t imagining it, he was really here with you. 

After a moment, Galdor gently pulled away from you, though he kept you in his hold. Coming to press his forehead to yours immediately, still wanting closeness. He smelled of smoke and ash, but you didn’t care. He was here with you. 

“I told you, Y/N… I was right behind you.” Galdor said to you softly as you released your hold on his waist, coming to bring your hands to his face. Cupping his jaw and holding him close, you closed your eyes, savoring the feel of his breath tickling your face, the warmth of his skin against yours. 

You didn’t care what sooth or blood got on you and your clothes, you were just happy to finally have him in your arms. Galdor sighed out in relief, his heart finally beating steadily instead of pounding with worry. His fears eased knowing that you were here the whole time and safe and sound. 

“Yes… You certainly were, my love… Are you alright? Are you hurt? Do you need to see a Healer?” You asked as your thumbs gently stroked his face, rubbing away grime and dirt. Galdor only pulled you closer into him, and he began to shake his head, before turning it to kiss the inside of your palm. 

“No, no I am uninjured. I could use a bath though.” He said with a half hearted sigh or maybe even a chuckle if that was what you wanted to call it. You nodded at his words, 

“We can get you one, hopefully a hot one you deserve it! I am just so happy you’re alive!” You said eagerly with glee before you released his face and wrapped your arms around his neck. Galdor willingly went with motions and buried his face into your shoulder, taking slow and steady deep breaths, breathing in the unfamiliar scent of plain soap- opposed to your usual scented oils and soaps. But it was undeniably you and not some fever dream. 

“As am I, Y/N.” Galdor said softly, and there was a note of exhaustion finally hitting his voice. Finally he could be tired and unwind from the chaos. There was still much to be done… But for now he could breathe. 

“Come let us find you a place to bathe and to lay your head down, my love.” You said softly to him, gently pulling away. Galdor raised his head, but put his arm around your shoulder. The two of you walking away and finally heading off to some place to rest. Grateful to be reunited after the Fall. 

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[arofili]

@gondolinweek day five | the house of the tree

There were those of the Tree, and they were a great house, and their raiment was green. They fought with iron-studded clubs or with slings, and their lord Galdor was held the most valiant of all the Gondothlim save Turgon alone.

[...] Galdor and a band of men spear-armed went ahead, and Legolas was with them, whose eyes were like cats’ for the dark, yet could they see further.

[fictionfordays]

Behold! Lord Galdor of the House of the Tree!

I decided I hated the other version of him that I was attempting, so I made him chibi and cuteee~

Ta daaaaa~

[outofangband]

(First Age)

[ofmiceandwomen]

What are your a few of your hcs for the lords of gondolin? 👀

Hello there! I’m glad you asked. This should be fun!

Glorfindel is restless. He can’t sit and listen to Turgon’s speeches. He can’t stand the councils, where he’s supposed to sit and let others talk too. He wants to inspire, he wants to roam the streets of Gondolin and talk to his people, making sure they have everything they need. He loves to plan garden parties and when the guests are gone, he gently tends to the plants and allows himself a bit of daydreaming.

Ecthelion is perfect. Beautiful, strong and mighty among the Gondolindrim he looks over his House with pedantic precision. He tries his best. He always aspires to be the best. Only in private, when composing, he sometimes weaves an undertone to his immaculate sonatas, a little note of doubt: “Is it enough?”

Galdor sometimes deeply regrets following Turgon to Gondolin. He took a tree as his personal emblem. Not Laurelin, not Telperion. Just a tree, a tribute to the forest he was born in. Like Maeglin, he ocassionally wanders a bit too far beyond Gondolin. He wants to escape the city life.

Egalmoth is the most prominent Sinda in Gondolin. His knowledge of the precious stones is comparable to that of the Noldor (whom he deep down admired). Although he’s certainly a responsible military commander, he might be a little bit too vane. One of his formal garments costs probably more than all the clothes of the High Kings of Noldor in Beleriand.

Rog’s name is not actually Rog. He had a hard life and came to Gondolin for healing, never revealing none of his names given at birth. His new name means “demon” which he quietly accepts, although it was probably intended an insult at first. He’s quiet, observant, at least until he gets angry - then run. He might be large and scary but if you become his friend, he will never leave you.

I might add more eventually, this is fun!

[tiutale]

“I do not think I can do this.” 

Ecthelion’s gaze turned sympathetic as Galdor placed a supportive hand upon Glorfindel’s shoulder. “You can because we will be there to hold you up.” 

Glorfindel looked down at the green trim along his golden tunic sleeve. He wanted to speak all the thoughts in his head. His fears. His worries. His doubts. A finger beneath his chin pushed his emerald eyes to find the steel gray of Egalmoth. 

“Do not let your mind be taken in the tides of those feelings. You are capable. You are worthy. Above all you are ready for this. We are here to support and guide you. Our people have long shown their love for you. Your father has given his words of support and care.” He stepped forward pulling the anxious soon to be House Lord into a reassuring embrace. “And your brother is waiting. Turgon would not give this honor to one he did not fully trust. Even if they are family to him.” 

Rog moved up next to two and offered his own embrace when Egalmoth stepped back. “You’re strength of heart is known among many my friend. Do not let it waver now.” The Lord of the Hammer pulled back smiling and setting his hand on the flushed cheek of the Vanya. “The sun does not stop shining in any storm. It only strengthens its presence to bring growth and strength after. ” 

The sapphire curtains of the preparation room fluttered before being shoved roughly aside. A flustered Penlod entered followed by an amused Duilin. “You should have been in position by now Glorfindel! Come come stop this flouncing its nearly time!” 

Duilin rolled his eyes as Glorfindel was shoved unceremoniously to the hall leading to the overlook of the courtyard. A smile finally lighting his face as he glanced back helplessly to his friends.  

“He has been a frantic mess all day. Been driving Lord Turgon and Lady Aredhel to find dark corners to hide in.” 

Rog shook his head as Galdor chuckled. Duilin straightened his tunic and all look to Ecthelion as he stepped to the doorway. “Come. I think our plan would be beat. It may break the tradition but for Glorfindel’s peace of mind a united front may well be best.” 

The trumpets sang their greeting as Turgon announced the Lord of the House of the Golden Flower. Glorfindel stepped forward with confidence he did not feel. His smile genuine as he looked upon the cheering citizens of their city. 

He felt the presence behind him but did not need to tuen to know Ecthelion had come up beside him. To his right Galdor stood with a serious expression. Hia playful wink to the golden haired bundle of nerves nearly brought a chuckle. 

Rog stood behind the Vanya his height making it easy to see. Duiln stepped just to the side of Ecthelion as the crowd began to quiet. “The announcement of a new House Lord is i need an occasion that is celebrated among our kin.” 

Ecthelion smiled his cerulean eyes sparkling. “The Houses of our fair city have built our foundations on unequivocal trust and unrivaled desire to see our people live in peace.” 

Galdor lifted his hand to the warmth of Glorfindel’s shoulder. “Our city is one of uniqueness among our kin. No matter the walks of life we come from. So. We seek to begin a new tradition.” 

Glorfindel lifted a brow but remained sturdy. He did not know what their plans were but his brother and sister had knowing smiles. What was this about? 

“I, Galdor of the House of the Tree, have confirmed my pledge to support and see this new House grow and proper “ 

Ecthelion set his hand on Glorfindel’s other shoulder. “I, Ecthelion of the House of the Fountain, have acknowledged the Courage and Heart of this new House and pledge my own to see it grow and prosper.” 

Rog set his hand upon Galdor’s and spoke his own pledge to Glorfindel’s House. Duilin followed placing his hand over Ecthelion’s with a brilliant smile that nearly out shown Glorfindel’s own. 

Turgon stood from his seat and gave all of his Lords a look beneath his grin. “Then I present to you Glorfindel of the House of the Golden Flower.” 

The crowd erupted in stone shaking cheers. So loud none could hear the whispered gratitude from.the Vanya’s lips. The hands holding his shoulders squeezed lightly in acknowledgement. He may not feel ready. But he was far from alone. And that was enough for him.

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

M! (I believe requests are still open?)

I 🩷 the Galdor fic you posted (!!!) and was curious if you'd be interesting in making a part 2 that's hella smutty? I would absolutely be interested in reading it >:3

Thank you, mellon nîn!!

Yes, mellon nîn, requests are open. Here is part two! Part one can be read here. 

🌹Pairing: Galdor of the Tree x Fem. Reader (Second person POV)

🌹Themes: Smut | Soft 

🌹Warnings: Kissing | Praises | Nicknames | Mild dirty talk | Fingering (fem. receiving) | Penetrative sex | Cream pie 

🌹Word count: 1.8k words

🌹Rating: 🔥🔥 Minors DNI | 18+

🌹Summary: Things sizzle deep within the gardens of the House of the Tree.

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Author's notes: I used Angel Oak as inspiration for "The Tree."

"The Tree" as it was called, was an oak tree said to be older than Gondolin itself. The gardens had been built all around it, and there it stood, tall and proud, its gnarled branches kissing the earth and its deep, golden leaves spreading all around in a giant canopy. The Tree was surrounded by even more oak trees, flowers, and butterflies fluttering about on thin, colorful wings. Galdor thought it perfect for what he had in mind.

And the things he had in mind. Wild and lustful things, things that would have made him blush on another day. Today was not just another day, and the time for blushes had long gone. He set you down beside the tree, his eyes never leaving yours. "Be sure you want this, little rose."

Your heart began to pound again when you took in the dappled sunlight that fell across his face, illuminating his soft and glorious green eyes and the red in his hair. A flush heated your cheeks when his luscious, bow-like lips curled into a smile, the kind that could make you forget your own words. And you nearly did, for the briefest of moments. Then you found your voice and placed your hands in his. You wanted this just as much as he did. "I want this," you said, closing your eyes when Galdor leaned in.

This kiss wasn't soft or light. This kiss smoldered and burned, rendering you dizzy and weak. You couldn't think or breathe, as wanting and hot pleasure struck like arrows, all true to their aim and pushing you ahead on pure instinct. You barely noticed it—his deft fingers working on the lacing of your dress, how it loosened at the shoulders. You helped him along, working on his cloak, his tunic, helping him slip out of them, the two of you giggling, red-cheeked and giddy, when boots and shoes refused to come off easily. It took a bit of a tumble along the grass before either of you was free.

And then he gathered you into his arms and kissed you again, with sweet, drugging kisses that left you trembling against him. He sank to his knees and pulled you down with him, having you straddle his lap. Large, trembling hands glided all over your face, your throat, and your body. The softness of your dress, the greater softness of your skin, and the sheer warmth and scent of it all made his head spin. His hands fumbled at your clothes, his nails digging at the fabric. Impatient, he just yanked at the cloth. There was a sharp rip and your dress tore under his hands.

Goosebumps rose and pricked when warm air danced over exposed skin. "M-my l-lord," you gasp sharply, both shocked and aroused at the same time. "M-my d-dress..."

Galdor dipped his head to the soft curves of your neck, his passions raging. "I will get you others," he promised, his hands busy yanking up your skirts, grazing your thighs. They felt so enticing under his touch, so shamelessly inviting, that what scrap of propriety and honour he had left crumbled to dust.

You sighed—a soft, shaky sigh—when your arousal started to pool between your thighs. "But how can I go back?"

"Use my cloak, little rose," he murmured, his tongue running up your throat. How wonderful you tasted, like warm, sunny days. "No one will know."

There was a sharp intake of breath when one arm hooked around your waist like a vise, the other sneaking in between your thighs. "B-but a-anyone who sees will kn-know," you whimpered, your body tensing when an elegant, tapered finger slipped into your already slick heat. 

"What if they see?" Galdor challenged, "What can they say, little rose, hmm?" he questioned, his breath quickening, his lips gently sucking down over the hollow of your throat when your arms twined around his shoulders and your hands got all bunched in his hair. "What can anyone say?"

What can they say? You mused. You were Galdor's lady and his companion, and everyone knew it. They may think nothing of it, seeing you walking back home with him, garbed in his cloak. But still...

"I..." you tried to form a reply, trying to clear your head, but anything you tried to say just transformed into a soft moan instead. "Others may hear, m-my l-lord." 

The world started to spin, little by little, making you dizzy and weak. A second finger joined the first, their thrusts slow and gentle, pushing as deep as they could, making you quiver, taking you higher and higher. When that skilled hand tightened its grip around your waist, when it toyed with you in all the ways that were so intimately familiar to both of you, you moaned, soft and oh so needy. Galdor relished it—the pretty, needy sounds that escaped your parted lips, the way you would keep tugging at his hair. Dreams of loving you like this haunted his every dream while he was away, and he took great care to enjoy every moment he had with you. 

"Let them hear, little rose," he growled hoarsely, growing drunk on your mewls, your little whimpers, and your sharp gasps. His cock hardened when velvety walls contracted around his slickened fingers when your arms twined around his shoulders, your fingers digging into his skin. It tugged at him, all of it, pulling him into a dark tunnel of desire, and oh, how he craved to hear more, to feel more. "I do not care. Now cry for me, little rose; let me hear how much you ache for me."

It felt like a dam had burst. Your moans spilled free, and the once quiet little grove filled with your cries. Galdor adored it—the intoxicating sounds you made, the sensation of your fingers raking over his skin. It undid him, pushed him to the brink. He pulled out of you and lowered you to the ground, to the soft grass, and moved over you, ripping what was left of your dress, your undergarments. His hot mouth sought your lips first with a kiss that nearly robbed you of breath. His kiss was hungry and demanding, his lips soft and so sweet, yet rough at the same time. You cleaved to him, barely able to think or breathe. All you could focus on was his kiss, his touch, and how his hand moved lower to cup your breast, his fingers deftly toying with an already taut bud, relentless and unyielding, leaving it tight and aching, before moving onto the other one. When that wasn't enough, when that couldn't satisfy, he pulled away, greedy for a taste.

This was nothing like the gentle, consummate lover you knew. Galdor marked you all over, his lips and teeth a pleasurable torment, his tongue laving, as if he wanted to taste every inch of you. And he did, moving his mouth over your slit, an arm over your belly, to stop you from moving. Your fingers dug into the soft earth when he pressed deeper between your thighs, your legs moving over to rest against his shoulders. The sensations that ripped through you were so much more—all fire and heat, and a surrendering that you felt right down to your very core. Never had he done something like this before, and the sheer pleasure of it, dark and wild, dragged you under. 

Galdor lifted his eyes when you cried out, when you shook against the hungry demands of his mouth. The sight of your eyes closed, your back arching as you experienced unexplainable pleasure only filled him with a need to possess, to take even more. After ridding himself of his breeches, he moved back up i to your waiting arms.

How easy it was, to surrender into his arms, to the warm promise of his mouth. How easy it was to slide your legs open for him, to move them over his hips. And oh, how easy it was, taking him into your body and letting him sink into your warmth. Galdor moaned, slow and guttural, as you wrapped your arms around his waist and sheathed him. Propping himself on his elbow, he stopped, just to look at you for a moment.

How the shadows and light played across your face, your hair, and your eyes. It was perfect, how your skin glowed under those soft lights and shadows, how your eyes sparkled. And how you smiled up at him, as if in invitation. He moved then, slowly, deliberately, cautious restaint slowly transforming into wild abandon as his hips ground against your thighs, as your moans sounded off in perfect rhythm with his. Your fingers clawed at his back while his hooked around your thigh, digging into your skin, him pushing in harder, deeper, as if he was completely losing himself in you.

Your moans slowly turned into needy pleas. Please for him, for more of him, for him to go harder and faster, to take you over the edge. That hammered at him, listening to your desperate little cries, your jagged gasps.

"Those pleas of yours, little rose, those sounds you make," he managed, in a half-moan, half-whisper, "How I longed to hear them while I was away."

"Then you’re about to hear more" you said, pressing your starving lips to his in a deep and soulful kiss that blinded you to everything else.

There were no more words; there was no need for them. Feeling was all that mattered, and you felt it, your body slowly tensing, then shattering, as pure, unimaginable bliss washed over you. You clung to him, urging him to take, and take he did, lightning bolts of fire and heat firing through him as the tension in his body grew and grew before finally splintering, before coiled muscles snapped and he emptied himself into you, his body surrendering to a deep, thick haze of bliss.

A soft wind blew through the trees. The pretty little song of a bird could be heard. Branches moved with the wind, their leaves rustling sweetly. The sweet scent of flowers and new grass filled the air.

That blissful haze slowly lifted like the mist. Galdor took a deep, steadying breath, blinked open his eyes, and found yours beaming up at him. The grove then went quite again, blissfully quiet, and there was nothing to be heard but the wind still blowing through the trees and nothing to be seen but the butterflies and their silent wings.

And then there was you. Just you. The one thing that kept him going all that time apart. Galdor reached over to the cloak that had been discarded. He pulled it over you both and moved to his side, taking you with him, one arm under his head, the other holding you to him. 

You ran your hand over his still-heaving chest, over the little bumps and lines that were so familiar to you. You looked up at him, at the warm smile that greeted you. "We don't have to go back just yet, do we?"

To go back meant that his time with you was growing a little shorter, that he would have to go back to his duties soon, and Galdor didn't want to do that, not for as long as he could manage.

"We can stay here for as long as you wish, little rose," he promised, and held you tighter. 

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[doodle-pops]

Dating Galdor Would Include...

𑁍 First of all, I don’t think or believe that there will ever be a problem in dating this soft elf. He’s not a people pleaser, but he does his best to put you first and ensure that all your needs and wants are met.

𑁍 He adores it when you show interest in his work which leads to him grabbing you by the hand and leading you to his garden to show you all about his plants and flowers, giving you a private tour.

𑁍 One of the best parts about dating Galdor is that you receive lots of plants he spent years nurturing before gifting them to you. You will be taught all the best ways to care for agriculture and learn how to make the best teas. If you wish to become a healer, you’re also in the right place.

𑁍 He is an excellent cook, so do expect to receive hand-cooked meals for your lunch and dinner dates, even for breakfast. There are times he’d invite you over to cook with him, it’s okay if you don’t know how to cook, he’d teach you with a kind smile on his face, patiently.

𑁍 All your walks are done in the gardens as well as picnics. He has probably built a stream/pool in his private gardens so that you two can go for an impromptu dip when the day is hot.

𑁍 He enjoys taking you to balls so he can dance with you the entire night. He won’t even let anyone else have a chance to dance with you—it’s not done out of jealousy—it’s just that he loves the feeling he gets when he’s holding you in his arms.

𑁍 He isn’t strict on rules and society like a few other people, so he’s willing to be silly and wild with you without worrying about what others will say. In his thoughts “If it makes you happy, it makes him happy”.

𑁍 He’s a funny elf, not on the same level as Glorfindel or Egalmoth, but he’s ever funny. He loves to make you laugh when the moment calls for it, he does behave when it’s serious events and the moment doesn’t call for it though.

𑁍 Cuddling is a must for him, he enjoys it more than you’ll even believe. Because he isn’t that energetic, it’s easy to catch him anytime for a cuddling session. He’s always down for being wrapped up in your arms. Most of the time, 9 out of 10, he has fallen asleep to you petting his hair.

𑁍 His kisses are to die for because you had never pinned him as the type to be passionate about them. At first, he’ll cup your cheeks, thumbs brushing them gently before one hand snakes downwards to snake around your waist and the other cups your nape. Gingerly he’ll tilt your head upwards and tease you with the brush of his lips against yours before swooping in for a breathtaking kiss. I mean it. He will take your breath away.

𑁍 Not someone overly stylish but does ensure that he is well dressed, he loves it when you braid his hair for him or sometimes pick out his attire. He doesn’t complain if the braids are mismatched or uneven, it’s the thoughts that count, and he’ll proudly wear them to court meetings. If anyone mentions them, he’d just look at them questioningly and carry about his day.

𑁍 That was perhaps the first time anyone had ever seen him displeased in a long time and for you, he’s very protective of you. He doesn’t appreciate when people bad-mouth you either to your face or behind, he doesn’t tolerate it.

𑁍 He does go about dealing with the situation calmly, too calmly, which is what scares people. He just wants to love and protect and keep you safe at all times and cherish you.

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[lovefairymina]

Me- (comes home from work in a slump, eyes distant and not saying much during dinner) Galdor, my research project isn’t going the way I’d hoped. I have to change the design last minute and I’m stressed about it. Also, my right shoulder and side of my neck are killing me… (rests my head in his lap) Sorry, love, I know you had a long day too. But I could use some healing right about now.

Quietly, he slipped out under you and guided you to lie on your stomach. With a quick motion of his skilled fingers, he undid your heavy garments, leaving you in your underwear. In no time, his therapeutic fingers were massaging themselves into your shoulders and upper back while you were fast asleep.

[theelvenhaven]

Being a New Parent with Galdor

Having Postpartum Depression

Request: Hi! Your requests are open now eep and I have come bearing one! Beleg and Galdor both need more love so I was wondering if I could request one of them for hc on how they would react to reader with post partum depression? I feel like ppd isn't really written about, especially with the elves? Thank you so much! 💚

A/N: Hey anon I completely agree, PPD isn't talked about or written about enough at all. I am really happy that I could address this in two posts- both a fic and a headcanon. PPD is so hard, and I've been there so I know what it's like. I hope this helps cover everything.

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❀ Being a new parent, especially with Galdor should be a wonderful and exciting time.

❀ Galdor would've been there for you every step of the way through pregnancy and labor and delivery- doing his best to help keep you calm and keep any of your anxiety under control the whole time.

❀ But when the happy tears and excitement of the birth of your little one wears off, to you it becomes painfully obvious something isn't quite right with you.

❀ While Galdor is calm and collected and almost seemingly prepared for this little one you've had, all of your preparedness and years of planning have seem to have fallen through the cracks.

❀ Instead of joy, it is replaced with an overwhelming sense of anxiety as you fear every little move that you make when it comes to your little one.

❀ Not to mention, when you look at your baby you can't help but feel positively hopeless knowing you are solely responsible for this tiny person now.

❀ It seems that all of your happiness was zapped away despite how happy you want to be for birth of your little one.

❀ It is hard for you to not notice that something is wrong with you, seeing as you had heard all these stories from other parents about how this was the happiest time for them.

❀ Yet all you are filled with is constant irrational anxiety, disappointment, confusion, and most of all a heavy sadness in your chest.

❀ Try as you might to keep everything under wraps and hidden from Galdor, Galdor has noticed your change in mood before you are even discharged by the midwives.

❀ He's noticed you don't smile when you look at your baby, or how you cringe when they cry.

❀ Galdor has noticed how you seem to be afraid almost of either holding them or dropping them so you hold them almost too tight to your chest.

❀ At first Galdor is at a loss of what to do, he was told this should be a happy experience for you both.

❀ But he knows that something is wrong and wants more than anything to help you through what you are going through.

❀ Galdor sits with you and gets you to open up about what it is that is on your mind and how you are feeling.

❀ He is very patient with you, and even if you can't think of what to tell him what is on your mind, telling him how you feel is all the prompt he needs to know what to do next.

❀ Galdor hugs you snugly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you explain to him the whirlwind of emotions that you are feeling.

❀ He is supportive and gentle with you, and reassures you that everything is going to be okay and that he is going to be with you every step of the way.

❀ Galdor reassures you that you aren't crazy even if you feel like it and discusses how you need to bring this to a Healers attention.

❀ He assures you that they won't think you are crazy either, and that by getting help you will start to feel better so you can enjoy your time with your new baby.

❀ Galdor sends eventually for a Healer, though he doesn't waste much time, wanting to make sure that this is nipped in the bud before you potentially fade from how severe this can get.

❀ Galdor will do one of two things when the Healer arrives, depending on what you want from him:

❀ 1. He will take the baby from the room with him, and offer you some privacy with the Healer so you can tell them about what you are going through.

❀or 2. He will still take care of the baby but sit with you during this session to be your support and rock while you speak with the Healer about what's going on.

❀ Regardless of what you choose, he will consult with the Healers about how he can help make this a healthier and more positive experience for you and what he can do to help you heal.

❀ Galdor will follow it to a tee and help make sure everything stays on track so you can get better and enjoy being a new parent and your new baby.

❀ Galdor loves you and the baby both and he wants to see you both thrive.

❀ No matter what happens, Galdor will be there with you every single step of the way.

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[arofili]

@gondolinweek​ day two | the house of the hammer of wrath | enerdhil and rôg

Now the last of the battalions was furnished by the folk of the Hammer of Wrath, and of these came many of the best smiths and craftsmen, and all that kindred reverenced Aulë the Smith more than all other Ainur. They fought with great maces like hammers, and their shields were heavy, for their arms were very strong. In older days they had been much recruited by Noldoli who escaped from the mines of Melkor, and the hatred of this house for the works of that evil one and the Balrogs his demons was exceeding great. Now their leader was Rôg, strongest of the Gnomes, scarce second in valour to that Galdor of the Tree.

—The Fall of Gondolin

There was in Gondolin a jewel-smith named Enerdhil, the greatest of that craft among the Noldor after the death of Fëanor.

—Unfinished Tales

[fictionfordays]

Wanted to post my WIP of Lord Galdor of the House of the Treeeeeee

He's not quite as beefy as I would like, but I have no in between when drawing beefiness. One can either be REALLY beefy or not beefy at all.

Still need to do some shading and add some glossy highlights. Also I want to use the paler yellow in the background somehow but I haven't decided what I'm doing yet.

I did use a general reference for this, but I'm not sure who the OG artist is. (Whoever you are, I enjoy your work!)

I'm so slow at digital art and also I'm not used to colouring stuff since I usually just do plain pencil on paper (I also don't usually shade 🤷🏻‍♀️)

I actually kinda like his hair without any shading??? But it will look much better with shading