#glrofindel of Golden Flower

[earthlybeam]

A bit of a silly, very indulgent, request here, if you're accepting requests of course! But how would Glorfindel, Legolas, Elrond (+anyone else if you'd like to add!) react to a reader that either has a dragon or can transform into a dragon? If it's the former request, the reader is really protective of the dragon no matter how big/small it is, and if it is the latter, their first meeting could be while the reader is in dragon form.

Thank you so much for your time and your writing, regardless if you end up doing this request or not!<33

how would the elves react to this?

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Elrond, glrofindel, Legolas Versions version below

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Elrond’s First Encounter with You in Dragon Form

✶ Elrond’s reaction to discovering that you are a dragon—or bonded with one—would be a blend of awe, curiosity, caution, and deep reverence for the power and mystery of such a being. His centuries of life and wisdom would grant him a nuanced understanding of dragons, but also an underlying wariness, given their often tumultuous history with elves and Middle-earth as a whole.

✶ If you were to first appear in your dragon form, Elrond would not immediately draw his weapon or react with aggression. Instead, he would observe, standing tall with that composed grace for which he is known. Though his heart might race at the sight of such a creature, his wisdom would prevent him from acting rashly.

✶ “By the stars of Varda… what majesty and might stands before me,” he might murmur, his sharp eyes drinking in every detail of your scaled form. His voice would remain calm, laced with awe and curiosity, though there might be an underlying tension in his tone.

✶ Elrond would likely address you with respect, understanding that dragons are proud and powerful beings, not to be trifled with. He would speak in measured words, testing the waters before acting further. “If you come in peace, great one, I welcome you to Imladris, though such a guest as you has not graced these lands for many an age.”

✶ The fact that you show no hostility (whether through your body language or any gesture of non-aggression) would intrigue him further. His natural inclination as a lore-master would drive him to question your nature—your purpose, your past, and most of all, why you have come to Rivendell. He would approach cautiously, his every movement deliberate, a sign of both respect and prudence.

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Upon Discovering You Are the Dragon or Bonded to One

✶ The moment Elrond discovers that you are the dragon—or that you have bonded with such a creature—his composed exterior would momentarily falter. A sharp breath would escape him as the revelation hit, his eyes widening slightly as the implications settled in his mind.

✶ “You… are no mere traveler, then,” he would murmur, his tone softer, imbued with a new layer of admiration. “Such power, bound to you with such care… and yet you wield it with grace.” Though Elrond’s demeanor would remain dignified, he would feel an intense sense of intrigue. His wisdom and lore would ignite, and he would recall the many tales and ancient histories surrounding dragons. Yet, unlike many elves, his perception would not be clouded by fear alone. He would recognize your rare balance—a dragon who was not ruled by the malice and greed that often defined their kind.

✶ “How is it,” he would ask, his voice quiet yet filled with genuine curiosity, “that one such as you walks this world, yet bears neither the hunger nor the wrath of dragons past?” His mind would immediately turn to the deeper implications of your nature. You were unlike any dragon he had known. Your strength, tempered with such care, would provoke a quiet reverence in him.

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On Your Protective Nature

✶ As someone who has dedicated his life to protecting Rivendell and its people, Elrond would understand and respect the fierce protectiveness you display toward your dragon form or companion. He would see the bond you share as sacred, as the very essence of loyalty and devotion.

✶ “Your strength and loyalty are admirable,” he might say with a deep, reflective tone, his voice laden with respect, “But even the mightiest of beings can falter if their emotions blind their wisdom. How do you temper such power with the calm of mind that is needed for true wisdom?”

✶ His words would not be harsh but gentle, a reflection of his understanding that even the greatest warriors and guardians need the guidance of their intellect to wield their power with caution. He would recognize that your protective nature comes from love and devotion, a trait Elrond himself values deeply.

✶ As he learns more of your story, his admiration for you would only deepen. Your unique dual nature would intrigue him, and he would see you not just as a being of immense power but as a bridge between two worlds—one of fire and one of grace. Over time, his connection to you would grow, as he began to understand the burdens you carry.

✶ “If ever the weight of such a burden becomes too great,” he would say softly, his voice warmer now, “Know that you are not alone, my heart. Rivendell will always be a sanctuary for you, whether you walk as elf or dragon.”

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On Your Bond with the Dragon

✶ If you had a companion of draconic nature, Elrond would approach the bond with the same care and reverence. His understanding of loyalty and kinship would drive him to respect the unique relationship you shared, acknowledging that such bonds are not lightly formed.

✶ “You are rare,” Elrond would comment, his eyes gleaming with the quiet appreciation of one who has seen much. “Few have the courage to bond with such beings, and fewer still find peace within that connection.”

✶ He would observe you carefully, both your words and actions, as he saw how deeply your devotion to the dragon ran. He would not press too much at first, respecting the bond between you, but his respect for your loyalty and wisdom would grow in kind.

✶ Elrond’s Overall View of You as a Dragon or Bonded to One As the truth of your nature settled within him, Elrond’s thoughts would be a blend of awe, contemplation, and a profound respect for you. In time, he would come to see you as more than just a powerful being. You would become a being of immense value, not only for the strength you commanded but for the insight and wisdom you held within. His approach toward you would shift from cautious admiration to something deeper—a recognition of the rare and precious connection you shared with both the world of elves and dragons.

✶ “You are unlike any I have encountered,” Elrond would say with reverence, his voice a mixture of warmth and respect. “A being both ancient and new, powerful and wise. Your journey is one that few could understand, and yet, you are not alone. In Rivendell, you have a home.” And thus, with every word, Elrond would offer not only his wisdom but also his quiet, unyielding support. He would stand by you, as you both walk the ancient paths of Middle-earth—together.

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Glorfindel’s First Encounter with You in Dragon Form

𖤓 If Glorfindel were to first meet you in your dragon form, his initial reaction would be one of awe, mixed with boundless curiosity and excitement. He would not be one to immediately draw his blade; instead, his golden presence would shine brighter, his courage unwavering in the face of such a magnificent creature.

𖤓 “By the light of Laurelin…” he would breathe, his azure eyes wide as he takes in the sheer majesty of your form. A grin would tug at his lips, not out of arrogance or bravado, but pure admiration. “What beauty, what might… How could one not feel humbled before such a sight?”

𖤓 Unlike others who might approach cautiously, Glorfindel’s golden heart would compel him to step forward with confidence, though his movements would still show respect. “You have nothing to fear from me, mighty one,” he would say warmly, his voice laced with both reverence and his trademark playfulness. “I have faced many beings in my time, but none so magnificent as you. Tell me—have you come as friend or foe? Though, I admit, I am hoping for the former.”

𖤓 His natural charisma and lighthearted demeanor would likely disarm any tension. If you showed no aggression, Glorfindel would relax entirely, his hand leaving the hilt of his sword as his shoulders dropped into an easy stance. “And here I thought Rivendell’s gardens were the greatest wonders of this land,” he’d joke, his golden hair catching the light as he offered a respectful nod. “Clearly, I was mistaken.”

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Glorfindel Learns That You Are the Dragon

𖤓 When the truth emerges—that you are the dragon—Glorfindel would not try to hide his astonishment. His lips would part, and for a moment, his golden aura might flicker as he processed the revelation. “You?” he’d ask, his voice tinged with wonder. “You… are no ordinary being. What strength, what grace lies within you.”

𖤓 Glorfindel’s emotions would shine through plainly, his excitement bubbling over. “By the stars! You are both—elf and dragon!” He would give a hearty laugh, shaking his head as though in disbelief. “I should have known. Such strength in spirit, such fire in your eyes… Of course you are one of a kind.”

𖤓 Glorfindel would be endlessly curious, though his questions would come with an eagerness rather than caution. “How does it feel?” he’d ask, his tone almost childlike in its wonder. “To fly, to breathe fire? And yet, you walk among us so gracefully. Do you ever grow tired of one form or the other?” Though his boundless energy might make his curiosity seem overwhelming at first, Glorfindel would always temper it with genuine care. He would sense the isolation you might feel as someone caught between two worlds, and his warm gaze would soften. “You carry much within you—power, loyalty, and a love for those who cannot always understand your nature. But you are not alone. Not here. Not with me.”

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Glorfindel’s Respect for Your Protective Nature

𖤓 Glorfindel would be deeply moved by your protectiveness over your dragon form or companion. As a guardian and warrior himself, he would understand and admire your fierce loyalty. “It is no small thing,” he’d say, his voice steady, “to love something—or someone—so fiercely that you would shield them with your life. It is a bond that I, too, understand.”

𖤓 However, Glorfindel’s playful nature would shine through even here. If he felt you were being too overprotective, he’d gently tease you, his eyes alight with humor. “You know,” he’d say, leaning against a tree with a grin, “even a dragon as mighty as yours can probably fend for itself. But I’ll admit, there’s something endearing about seeing you so… fiery.��

𖤓 That said, Glorfindel would never belittle your devotion. Instead, he would become an ally in your protectiveness, standing beside you without question. “You guard them with your heart,” he’d say seriously. “And should the need arise, I will guard you both with mine.”

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Glorfindel’s Growing Bond with You

𖤓 Over time, Glorfindel would come to treasure your dual nature as both elf and dragon. He would see it as a perfect balance of strength and gentleness, much like his own character. “You remind me of the sun,” he’d tell you, his tone light but sincere. “Warm and radiant, but with a fire that can burn those foolish enough to test it.”

𖤓 He would adore the moments when you trusted him enough to let your guard down. If you ever transformed into your dragon form in his presence, Glorfindel would be the first to marvel openly. “Every time I see you like this, I feel as though I’m witnessing something out of the First Age,” he’d say, his voice full of awe. “It makes me want to do something reckless, like take to the skies with you.”

𖤓 And should you ever feel the weight of your dual existence, Glorfindel would be there to comfort you, his touch gentle as he placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “You are not alone in this,” he’d promise, his voice soft but firm. “You are not too much, nor are you too different. You are simply… you. And that is more than enough.”

𖤓 Glorfindel would thrive on quiet, affectionate moments with you. If you allowed him to rest his head against your scales or curl up beside you in your dragon form, he would be overjoyed, treating it as the highest honor. “This,” he’d murmur, his voice heavy with contentment, “is where I am happiest—beside you, whether you walk as elf or soar as dragon.”

𖤓“You know,” he’d tease, his golden hair brushing against your cheek as he leaned close, “it’s not fair how radiant you are. How am I supposed to focus on anything else when you’re here?”

𖤓 At times, his playful nature might lead to moments of giddy excitement. If he caught sight of you preparing to take flight, he’d call out, “Wait for me!” before racing after you, his laughter echoing through the valley. And if you ever let him ride upon your back in dragon form, he would be absolutely elated. “This is it!” he’d shout, arms outstretched as you soared. “This is the greatest moment of my life!”

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Legolas First Encounter with You in Dragon Form

𖧧 Legolas, with his keen senses and the ever-present curiosity of youth (despite his age), would sense your presence long before seeing you. As you emerged in your dragon form, he would freeze—not out of fear, but sheer wonder. His sharp eyes would drink in every detail: the glint of scales in the light, the sheer power and grace in your movements, and the commanding presence that spoke of ancient times.

𖧧 “By the stars…” he’d whisper under his breath, a touch of awe creeping into his tone. Unlike most, who might reach for their weapons or flee, Legolas would take a cautious step forward, his bow lowered but ready, just in case. He wouldn’t see you as a threat outright—he would trust his instincts, which told him you meant no harm.

𖧧 “I have seen many wonders in my time,” he would murmur, loud enough for you to hear. “But none as magnificent as this.” His voice would carry a note of reverence, but also unguarded curiosity. He’d tilt his head slightly, the way he does when speaking to a creature of the forest. “Are you friend or foe, great one? Do you speak, or is your story told in another way?”

𖧧 If you revealed no hostility, Legolas would relax almost immediately, the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He’d step closer with the silent grace of his kind, his posture neither submissive nor domineering but curious and open. “I do not think you are here to harm us. Not with eyes like those,” he’d say softly, his sharp gaze meeting yours without hesitation.

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Learning You Are the Dragon

𖧧 When Legolas discovers that you are the dragon—whether through transformation or explanation—he would be utterly taken aback for a moment, his normally poised demeanor faltering into wide-eyed astonishment. “You… are both?” he’d ask, his voice tinged with wonder and disbelief. He’d blink rapidly, as if trying to process this entirely new concept.

𖧧 “You are unlike any being I have ever encountered,” he’d finally say, his expression softening into admiration. There would be no fear in him, only a deep sense of respect and fascination. “Both elf and dragon… You walk in two worlds, yet belong fully to neither. It must be a path both extraordinary and lonely.”

𖧧 Legolas would not hesitate to pepper you with questions, though his voice would remain gentle. “How does it feel, to fly as they do? Do you think as an elf in that form, or does the dragon’s mind take over?” He’d grow quiet for a moment, his blue eyes searching yours. “Do you… feel at peace? Or is it a burden, to carry such power within you?”

𖧧 His natural warmth and optimism would quickly shine through, however, as he’d grin and say, “I would very much like to see you fly. I imagine it would make even the Great Eagles jealous.”

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Legolas’ Reaction to Your Protective Nature

𖧧 Your fierce protectiveness, whether toward your dragon self or a dragon companion, would resonate deeply with Legolas. As someone who holds an unshakable bond with the natural world and values loyalty above all, he would admire your devotion without question. “It is no small thing, to care so deeply,” he’d say, his tone almost reverent. “Dragons are beings of great power, but also of great vulnerability. Few would understand that as you do.”

𖧧 If your protectiveness ever led you to act recklessly, Legolas might gently try to temper it. “Your heart is noble,” he’d say, his voice quiet but firm. “But even the strongest must be cautious, lest their love for another blinds them to danger. The one you protect would not wish to see you harmed.”

𖧧 He’d also empathize with the loneliness that might come with your bond or dual nature. “I know what it is to feel out of place,” he’d say softly. “To walk among those who cannot truly understand what lies in your heart. But you are not alone, meleth nîn. I see you for who you are, and I think… you are wondrous.”

𖧧 Legolas’ Ongoing Fascination with You. Over time, Legolas would come to admire not just your power, but the person beneath it. He would delight in learning about your experiences and how you view the world from both perspectives. “The trees must speak to you differently when you walk as a dragon,” he’d muse one day, his head tilted thoughtfully. “Do they sing to you, as they do to me? Or do they fall silent in awe?”

𖧧 His natural sense of wonder and curiosity would make him an eager companion, always asking questions and marveling at your abilities. However, he’d also recognize when you needed space, giving you the freedom to retreat when the weight of your dual nature grew heavy.

𖧧 Whenever you transformed into your dragon form, Legolas would watch with unrestrained awe, his eyes alight with admiration. “It is as if the stars themselves lent you their power,” he’d say softly, his voice tinged with reverence. “You are magnificent, meleth nîn. Do not let anyone, not even yourself, convince you otherwise.”

𖧧 And if anyone dared to question or challenge your bond with your dragon self, Legolas would step forward without hesitation, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his knife. “You may not understand,” he’d say calmly, his blue eyes glinting with steely resolve. “But that does not give you the right to judge. Their bond is a gift, not a curse.”

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Legolas’ Growing Bond with You

𖧧 When Legolas first learns that you are bonded with a dragon—or can even transform into one—his reaction would be a mixture of awe and curiosity, but not quite the cautious, composed nature of his father, Thranduil. He is still an elf, with all the wisdom and grace of his kind, but his approach is more gentle, more open-hearted, and full of genuine intrigue.

𖧧 If he first meets you in your dragon form, his reaction would be one of a quiet kind of reverence. He may not immediately speak, but his gaze would be wide, tracing every scale, every movement, with deep fascination. “By the Valar, such a being,” he might whisper under his breath, though his voice would lack fear. For Legolas, dragons are powerful creatures, and the sight of you in your true form would remind him of the ancient forces that shaped Middle-earth. Yet, his sense of awe would not diminish the warmth of his heart toward you.

𖧧 “I never thought I would live to see a dragon in this age,” he might say, his voice both calm and intrigued. “But if you are as magnificent in heart as you are in body, I can see why fate has brought you here.” Unlike the cautious stance of others, Legolas would not shy away, but approach with a calm and sincere curiosity.

𖧧 When Legolas learns you are bonded with the dragon, his wonder grows. He would view the bond between you and the creature as something akin to the bond elves share with nature, an understanding that transcends mere words. He would be fascinated by the depths of loyalty and protection between you two, though it would tug at something within him, too—an unspoken desire to know that kind of loyalty himself.

𖧧 yet, as an elf who has seen the destructive potential of both power and loyalty, Legolas might also voice a concern, albeit gently. “Be careful, Mellon nîn,” he would say with a soft but earnest edge to his words. “There is a fine line between strength and recklessness. Even a dragon must be tempered with wisdom.” He would be concerned not because he doubts your intentions, but because of how fiercely you protect your dragon side or companion.

𖧧 Despite his occasional caution, Legolas would quickly come to value your protection not just of the dragon but of those you love, including him. It would remind him of his own protective instincts toward his companions, and the fierce loyalty he feels toward those who are dear to him. “It is not just strength that makes one noble,” he would tell you softly, “but the wisdom to wield that strength when it is truly needed.”

𖧧 As the two of you spend more time together, Legolas’ affection toward you would grow in quiet, subtle ways. He might not always express his feelings with grand gestures, but his actions would speak volumes. If he sees you quietly sitting by yourself, he would move to sit beside you, always keeping a respectful distance but close enough that the air between you hums with the warmth of his presence. His touch, when it comes, would be light, a brush of his hand on yours or a fleeting touch of his fingers on your arm.

𖧧 His eyes would often seek yours in moments of silence, a soft smile curling on his lips when your gaze meets his. “I find peace in your company,” he might admit one evening, after hours of walking through the woods or sharing a quiet meal, his words spoken softly but with sincerity.

𖧧 He might also find joy in sharing small moments with you—little things that show his growing affection. If you were to show him something meaningful to you, be it a stone, a flower, or a small trinket from your travels, Legolas would appreciate it deeply, always eager to examine it with you, asking questions, listening intently. “A gift from your homeland?” he might ask, genuinely interested, his voice full of admiration.

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[earthlybeam]

Hi, I just found your headcanons and I love reading through them and how detailed you they are! I do have a kind of weird request. I was wondering if you could do some headcanons for a reader who is afraid of the elves at first, but then they begin to make friends? Probably for Elrond, Glorfindel, and Elladan. No pressure! Thanks!

Hi there! Thank you so much for your kind words—I’m so happy to hear you’ve been enjoying my headcanons! 😉🙏 That absolutely isn’t a weird request at all; in fact, I think it’s such an interesting idea. I’d love to explore how Elrond, Glorfindel, and Elladan would react to a reader who’s initially afraid but slowly warms up to them.

enjoy sweetie ✨🫶❤️‍🔥

how would the elves react to this?

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Elrond, Glorfindel, Elladan versions are below.

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Beginning Fear is obviously the feeling of Uncertainty and Unease to you/reader, When you first arrive in Rivendell, you feel completely out of place. The elves are unlike anything you’ve encountered before—ethereal, otherworldly in their grace, and silently commanding in their presence. You often find yourself avoiding their piercing gazes, feeling like you’re being scrutinized, judged, or perhaps even silently ridiculed. Elves move with such fluidity and elegance that it feels as though they belong to a different world entirely, one you’re not sure you can be a part of. You’re particularly intimidated by Elrond, who is both wise and commanding, his very presence invoking awe. He seems so distant, as though he can read the very thoughts of those around him. You fear saying or doing something foolish, especially in his presence.

✶ Misinterpreting Kindness the Feeling Small Your interactions with Elrond are initially filled with hesitation. He speaks to you kindly, his voice gentle and deep, but you can’t shake the feeling that his politeness is something you don’t deserve. When he greets you, it feels formal, and you wonder if he truly sees you as an equal or just another fleeting mortal passing through Rivendell. If he asks about your well-being or your day, you fumble through your responses, unsure of how to speak in front of someone who has lived for so long and seen so much. You’re painfully aware of how small and insignificant your existence seems in comparison to his centuries of wisdom.

✶ Elrond’s Gentle Efforts to Break Through as he Patient and Understanding as Elrond, ever the observant and compassionate leader, notices your unease almost immediately. He doesn’t push you, though, choosing instead to be subtle in his efforts to make you feel comfortable. His usual calm demeanor softens around you, his words slow and thoughtful, never rushed. You begin to realize that his kindness isn’t a performance—it’s genuine. Elrond takes care not to overwhelm you with his usual formality and instead speaks with you as though you are both simply two people having a quiet conversation. He listens patiently when you speak, allowing you time to gather your thoughts, and never rushes you to speak more than you’re comfortable with.

✶ Misunderstandings and Small Victories Closer But Still Hesitant, There are still moments when your fear gets in the way of true connection. A sudden change in the tone of Elrond’s voice can make you flinch, or his near-constant calmness can feel overwhelming. One evening, when he reaches out to hand you a book, you instinctively pull back, convinced he’s too close, too powerful for someone like you. He notices and, instead of retreating, his expression softens, his eyes meeting yours with understanding. “Forgive me, I did not mean to startle you, my friend.” His careful words and the soft, respectful way he steps back leave you feeling ashamed for your reaction, but his quiet reassurances begin to break through the wall of anxiety you’ve built.

✶ Proving He’s Trustworthy Small Acts of Kindness. Elrond begins to demonstrate his trustworthiness through small, quiet actions. One day, after a particularly difficult journey through Rivendell’s gardens, he offers to help you with your load without a word. He carries a heavy bundle for you, his strength and grace evident in every step, but there’s no arrogance in his movements. He simply wants to make things easier for you. He doesn’t ask for anything in return, and when you thank him, his response is as calm as always: “It is nothing, my friend. We are all here to aid one another.” His humility begins to break down some of the walls you’ve built between you.

✶ Moments of Fear and Hesitation, A Slow Process There are still times when your fear resurfaces. Perhaps you’re in the midst of a large gathering in Rivendell, and the many elves speak amongst themselves in their soft, fluid language. You feel like an outsider again, lost in the crowd of graceful beings, unsure of how to fit in. Elrond, ever perceptive, notices the tension in your posture and gently guides you away from the group, offering a quiet walk with him along the edges of the valley. His presence, so soothing, makes you feel less like a stranger and more like someone worthy of his time.

✶ Expressing Your Fear as Honest Conversation, There’s one night, when the weight of your fear feels too much to bear, that you open up to him. You admit, in a quiet and almost shameful whisper, that you’ve been afraid of elves—especially him. His eyes widen slightly, but instead of disappointment, there’s only warmth and understanding. “I see,” he says, his voice soft yet resolute. “We are not all as we seem, my friend. Perhaps, I too have been a stranger to you. But trust is a gift, and I do not ask for it all at once.” His honesty, his willingness to listen without judgment, comforts you in ways you didn’t expect.

✶ Tentative Curiosity like Asking Questions. Over time, you begin to ask Elrond more questions about his life—about Rivendell, his past, and the long years he has spent in Middle-earth. You notice how his face lights up when he speaks of his family, of his people. You can’t help but be drawn in by the depth of his experiences and the kindness with which he recounts them. His answers are never rushed, but they are rich with the wisdom of ages, and you find yourself wanting to know more, craving the connection between the two of you.

✶ Learning to Laugh The First Real Connection, After a few more months, a small moment of levity catches you by surprise. Elrond shares a lighthearted story about a misstep he took in his younger years��one that had the elves of Rivendell in fits of laughter. It’s a rare and candid side of him, and for the first time, you laugh—not just because it’s funny, but because you feel the weight of his kindness and sincerity. Elrond looks at you, his face softening with affection. “There is hope for you yet,” he says with a wink, and you realize how much his approval means to you now.

✶ Reaching Out A Bond Forged in Trust As you grow more comfortable with him, you surprise yourself by initiating conversations. You ask to join him on a walk or invite him to share a meal, and he never hesitates. His presence is calming, reassuring, and you begin to see him as someone you can turn to, someone who has always been there to guide you, even when you didn’t understand. His affection for you deepens as well, though it remains as gentle as always—never demanding, always patient.

✶ Playful Encouragement Gently Pushing Boundaries as Elrond, while composed, also enjoys encouraging you to step beyond your comfort zone—gently, of course. If you’re hesitant to try something new, like a piece of elvish cuisine or a practice in the arts, he offers a soft nudge. “Do you not wish to try it?” he’ll ask, his tone playful. “I shall be right here to assist you.” His encouragement helps you break free from the boundaries of your own fears, and with each new attempt, you feel the connection between you grow stronger.

✶ Earning Your Trust An Unbreakable Bond Through it all, Elrond remains a steadfast friend—someone who will never abandon you, no matter how much time passes. If he promises something, he follows through. If he offers advice, it’s because he knows what’s best for you. You come to rely on him, not just as the wise leader of Rivendell, but as someone who genuinely cares for you. His quiet, unwavering presence is a balm to your soul, and over time, you come to trust him with your heart.

✶ Celebrating Your Growth A Quiet Triumph As your bond deepens, Elrond quietly acknowledges the growth he’s seen in you. One day, while walking through Rivendell’s gardens, he places a hand on your shoulder and says with a rare, soft smile: “I have watched you, and I am proud of how far you have come. In time, the fear you once felt will be a distant memory.” His words, spoken so quietly and with so much reverence, make you realize how much your connection has evolved—from fear to understanding, from discomfort to a deep, unwavering friendship.

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✶ Deep, Genuine Interest Elrond makes you feel valued, not just as a companion, but as a person with unique experiences and wisdom. Whenever you converse, he listens intently, asking insightful questions that show he genuinely cares about your thoughts and feelings. In moments of silence, his presence is still one of quiet support, showing that your bond runs deeper than mere words.

✶ Trusting his Guidance As you spend more time with Elrond, his wisdom becomes a quiet but constant guide in your life. You may hesitate at first, unsure whether his advice will always be practical, but Elrond’s calm demeanor and experience give you the confidence to trust him. Whether it’s navigating complicated decisions or understanding the greater path of Middle-earth, Elrond’s guidance proves invaluable. “Sometimes, the smallest step in the right direction can be the hardest,” he might say with a knowing smile.

✶ Thoughtful Actions Elrond is not one for grand displays of affection, but his gestures are always thoughtful. Whether it’s a book that he thinks might resonate with you or a quiet gesture like offering you a seat by the fire, Elrond knows how to make you feel welcome. Even in large gatherings in Rivendell, he often subtly ensures you are comfortable, offering a warm glance or a gentle word.

✶ Constant Support In times of doubt or when you feel lost, Elrond is a pillar of unwavering support. He reminds you that even when you feel alone, you are part of something larger—of Rivendell, of Middle-earth, and of the stories that span across time. If ever you falter, Elrond’s belief in you is steadfast: “Strength is not just in the body but in the heart. And your heart has never faltered.”

✶ Silent Protection While Elrond is not quick to act in a way that might seem overbearing, his protectiveness is subtle yet constant. He watches over you like the land of Rivendell itself, always ready to provide a safe haven. Whether it’s shielding you from an unpleasant conversation or ensuring your well-being during travel, Elrond’s presence is a silent assurance that you are not alone.

✶ Wisdom in Silence There are times when Elrond’s silence speaks volumes. After a difficult experience or an emotional encounter, Elrond may simply sit beside you, offering quiet comfort. Sometimes, it is his unspoken understanding that helps you heal. “Sometimes words are not needed to understand each other,” he might remark, as the two of you sit in companionable silence.

✶ Shared Learning as Elrond enjoys sharing the knowledge of Middle-earth with you, whether it’s the lore of his people, ancient Elven history, or the wisdom of healing and diplomacy. He takes great pride in your curiosity and intelligence, always encouraging you to delve deeper into the mysteries of the world around you. “Knowledge, once gained, cannot be taken from you,” he will often say, encouraging you to broaden your mind and your heart.

✶ Quiet Adventures While Elrond is not one for impulsive adventures, he does take pleasure in more serene explorations. He might lead you on a walk through Rivendell’s hidden gardens or along the peaceful banks of the Bruinen. In these moments, Elrond enjoys pointing out the small wonders of the world—subtle things that most might miss—showing you the quiet beauty of life.

✶ Strengthening Bonds Through Rituals as Elrond believes in the strength of traditions and shared rituals. Whether it’s sitting by the hearth at night, exchanging stories, or offering prayers to the Valar, he appreciates these small, sacred moments that bring people together. “In honoring the old ways, we strengthen the ties that bind us to one another,” he might say, drawing you closer into his world of ancient customs.

✶ A Quiet Kindness as Elrond’s physical affection is minimal, but his kindness radiates in small gestures. He may place a gentle hand on your shoulder after a particularly challenging conversation or share a quiet moment of reflection with you. His touch, though rare, feels like a quiet promise that he’s always there for you, a reassurance that never needs to be voiced aloud.

✶ Heartfelt Praise as Elrond’s pride in your growth may not always be vocal, but it’s clear in the way he looks at you. When you achieve something difficult or overcome a challenge, he’ll often offer a soft, proud smile and a word of affirmation. “Your strength was always there,” he’ll say, “but now the world sees it too.”

✶ Shared Quiet Moments Much like his deep wisdom, Elrond treasures moments of quiet contemplation, often shared with those close to him. Whether it’s sitting by the stars in Rivendell or pondering the future in the library, Elrond values the time spent with you in reflection. “It is in these moments of stillness that we truly understand the world,” he might say, his voice soft but filled with an underlying intensity.

✶ Acknowledging Your Worth At some point in your friendship, Elrond will acknowledge how much you mean to him, though he may never be one to make a dramatic declaration. “It has been a privilege to see you grow,” he may say, his tone full of warmth and quiet admiration. “Not just in skill, but in character. I count you among those whose presence brings light to the world.”

✶ Expressing Pride in Your Journey As you continue to face challenges and grow stronger, Elrond will find subtle ways to express his pride in you. Perhaps when you overcome a fear, he’ll share a story of his own struggles, drawing a parallel to show you how far you’ve come. “Even the mightiest river starts as a trickle,” he may say, proud of the person you’ve become.

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Beginning Fear is obviously the feeling of Uncertainty and Unease to you/reader Unfamiliar surroundings at Your first encounters with elves are intimidating because of their ethereal beauty, graceful movements, and the quiet intensity of their presence. They seem otherworldly, almost untouchable, and you feel out of place among them. Distrust of their demeanor, The way they observe you—sharp-eyed and silent—makes you feel like they’re judging your every move. Even their polite smiles feel unsettling, as if they know something you don’t. You avoid eye contact and keep conversations short, fearing you might say or do something foolish. At first, you’re overwhelmed by the sheer presence of Glorfindel. His ethereal beauty, the way his golden hair seems to glow even without sunlight, and the quiet strength he exudes make him seem otherworldly. You feel small and out of place around him, unsure of how to interact with someone who feels so far above you.

𖤓 Misinterpreting His Warmth, Glorfindel’s affectionate demeanor, especially his habit of standing close or placing a comforting hand on your shoulder, feels invasive rather than reassuring. His friendliness, while genuine, is almost too much for you to process in your state of discomfort.

𖤓 Fear of Judgment You can’t help but think that Glorfindel, with his wisdom and his tallness. accomplishments, must be judging you. When he smiles warmly, you worry it pity or amusement at your awkwardness, and his kindness feels like something you haven’t earned.

𖤓 Softening His Approach as Glorfindel quickly notices your unease and adjusts his usual exuberance, giving you more space than he typically would with others as he rather tall statue. He refrains from his usual teasing and instead focuses on offering small, non-threatening acts of kindness, like ensuring you have food or water during long journeys.

𖤓 Patient Encouragement He doesn’t push you to open up, but he finds subtle ways to include you, like inviting you to join him in quiet activities such as watching the stars or tending to his horse, Asfaloth. His presence is calm and steady, helping you feel less overwhelmed over time.

𖤓 Earning Trust Through Actions Glorfindel proves his sincerity by being dependable. If he promises to do something for you, he follows through without fail. Whether it’s guiding you through the woods or helping you learn basic Elvish phrases, his consistent reliability begins to chip away at your fear.

𖤓 Moments of Fear and Hesitation, Overwhelmed by His Radiance. Glorfindel’s effortless charm and striking appearance make you feel even more self-conscious. During your first conversation alone with him, you can barely meet his eyes, stammering through your responses. He notices your discomfort and speaks softly, offering an encouraging smile.

𖤓 Startled by His Energy When Glorfindel approaches you too enthusiastically or laughs too loudly, you instinctively flinch or step back. His expression immediately softens, and he apologizes, promising to be more mindful. “I forget my own exuberance sometimes,” he says with a gentle laugh.

𖤓 Admitting Your Fear When you finally confide in Glorfindel that you find elves intimidating, he listens intently, his usual cheerfulness replaced by a rare seriousness. “We may seem unapproachable,” he says gently, “but we are not so different from you. I, too, was once uncertain in the presence of greatness. Give yourself time.”

𖤓 Tentative Curiosity As you grow more comfortable around him, you begin to ask Glorfindel small questions about his life—his duties in Rivendell, his horse, or his legendary past. He answers with enthusiasm, but always humbly, never flaunting his heroics.

𖤓 Learning to Laugh The first time you laugh at one of Glorfindel’s jokes, it catches him by surprise. His face lights up, and he grins widely. “Ah, there’s the sound I was waiting for,” he says playfully, clearly pleased to have earned your trust.

𖤓 Discovering His Playful Side As your fear diminishes, Glorfindel begins to reintroduce his teasing and lighthearted nature. He playfully challenges you to races or jokes about your hesitance to ride a horse. “If you fall off, I’ll catch you—though you’d better warn me first,” he teases, his golden eyes sparkling with mischief.

𖤓 Encouraging Growth as Glorfindel gently nudges you to step outside your comfort zone. Whether it’s trying Elvish foods or participating in Rivendell’s festivals, he frames each challenge as an adventure, always staying close by to reassure you.

𖤓 Quiet Moments Together Some of the most meaningful moments in your friendship come from the quiet times spent together. Glorfindel enjoys simply sitting with you, either in companionable silence or listening to you talk about your fears and dreams. His presence feels like a safe harbor, warm and steady.

𖤓 Teaching and Learning as Glorfindel begins teaching you small skills, like Elvish phrases or how to properly braid hair. He uses these lessons as opportunities to bond, his patience and humor making each session enjoyable. “You’re a quick learner,” he says, even if you fumble, always finding ways to build your confidence.

𖤓 Acknowledging Your Progress as Glorfindel takes great pride in your journey, often pointing out how far you’ve come. Whether it’s with a teasing remark or a heartfelt compliment, he ensures you recognize your own growth. “Remember when you couldn’t even look me in the eye?” he’ll joke with a grin. “Now look at you, standing tall and laughing at my silly jokes!” His light-hearted teasing always comes with warmth and admiration, and he celebrates every milestone in your journey with genuine joy.

𖤓 He Encouraging your Independence As your friendship deepens, Glorfindel becomes more supportive of your independence. He encourages you to take on challenges on your own, offering a confident smile when you succeed. “I knew you had it in you,” he’ll say, his pride in you unmistakable.

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𖤓 From the moment you arrive in Rivendell, Glorfindel ensures you always feel welcomed and valued. He is never too busy to offer a warm greeting or a thoughtful word, whether you’re amidst the bustle of the Last Homely House or alone in a quiet corner. His presence is always reassuring, as though he’s quietly reminding you that you belong.

𖤓 At first, his laughter might seem intimidating, but Glorfindel’s sense of humor is anything but cruel. He loves teasing you with gentle jests, often about things you’ve said or done in the past. “Ah, I remember when you couldn’t tell your left from your right with a sword,” he’ll say with a smile, his tone full of warmth. Over time, you realize that it’s all in good fun, and his teasing comes from a place of genuine affection and camaraderie.

𖤓 Glorfindel’s actions speak louder than words. Whenever you feel uncertain or hesitant, his calm, steady presence reassures you. He listens carefully to your worries, offering advice only when you ask for it, and always with kindness. He has an uncanny ability to read your emotions, knowing when you need space and when you need a word of encouragement. “You are stronger than you think,” he says quietly, always making sure you hear it when you need it most.

𖤓 In times of need, Glorfindel’s loyalty and strength are unwavering. Whether facing danger or navigating emotional struggles, he stands by your side, ready to offer his protection and wisdom. His voice is always calm, a beacon of stability when chaos surrounds you. “Fear not,” he’ll tell you, “for I will always guard you—no matter the storm.”

𖤓 As your friendship deepens, the moments of lightness and laughter become more frequent. You find yourselves sharing jokes and stories, sometimes under the stars or by the fire. Glorfindel’s laughter, deep and genuine, fills the air and lifts your spirits. “If only the orcs knew how seriously you take your sword practice,” he might say with a wink, reminding you not to take yourself too seriously.

𖤓 He A Mentor Who Guides Without Pressure Though he is an expert in many things, Glorfindel never pushes you to be anything other than yourself. If you express an interest in learning swordplay or archery, he’s eager to teach, but always at your pace. His method of instruction is patient and encouraging, never harsh. “You’re progressing beautifully,” he’ll say with a smile, always giving credit where it’s due.

𖤓 Physical Closeness and Protective Gestures Though an elf of great stature and power, Glorfindel’s affection is often shown in small, quiet ways. A hand on your shoulder when you’re nervous, a reassuring pat on the back when you’ve accomplished something difficult. His touch is never overwhelming but is always comforting, reminding you that you are never alone.

𖤓 As time passes, Glorfindel takes great pride in watching you grow and become more confident. When you overcome challenges—whether physical or emotional—he celebrates your victories. “You are becoming quite the warrior,” he’ll remark with a smile, his pride in you evident. He’ll also acknowledge your emotional growth, noticing when your fears have lessened and your strength has increased. “I see more of yourself in your eyes now,” he’ll say, his voice warm and full of admiration.

𖤓 Encouraging Independence While Offering Support as Glorfindel respects your need for independence, but he also knows when to step in and offer guidance. He doesn’t hover or smother, but there’s an unmistakable sense that he’s always nearby should you need him. “I’ll be here if you ever need assistance,” he says, his tone more a promise than a suggestion.

𖤓 Over time, you become an important part of Rivendell’s community, and Glorfindel ensures you know you are seen as one of them. Whether it’s introducing you to others or making sure you’re included in feasts and events, he never lets you feel like an outsider. “This is your home now,” he’ll say with a smile, his voice gentle but firm.

𖤓 You come to cherish the quiet times spent with Glorfindel, whether in the forests of Rivendell or beside a gentle stream. In these moments, you see a side of him that few others do—one that is introspective, calm, and deeply reflective. He’s not one to share many words about his past, but when he does, you realize the depth of his wisdom and experience. “Not all battles are fought with a sword,” he’ll say quietly, offering his own life lessons to guide you.

𖤓 Glorfindel creates a sense of safety, both physically and emotionally. His presence brings a calm that reassures you in moments of uncertainty or fear. When your heart is heavy or your mind troubled, he is quick to notice, offering a quiet space to talk or simply sit in comfortable silence. He may not offer solutions, but his silent support means everything.

𖤓 Celebrating Your Achievements No matter how small, Glorfindel takes pride in your achievements. If you complete a difficult task or overcome an obstacle, he is among the first to congratulate you. “You’ve made great strides,” he’ll say, often with a smile that shows how much he respects you. His pride is genuine, and he never holds back when acknowledging how far you’ve come.

𖤓 A True Friend and Constant Companion Through all the ups and downs, Glorfindel’s friendship becomes one of the most consistent and dependable parts of your life. He is always there—whether in moments of triumph or struggle—making sure you never feel alone. As your friendship blossoms, you realize that you’ve found not just a mentor or protector, but a true friend who sees you for who you are and loves you for it.

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Beginning Fear is obviously the feeling of Uncertainty and Unease to you/reader Unfamiliar surroundings at Your first encounters with elves are intimidating because of their ethereal beauty, graceful movements, and the quiet intensity of their presence. They seem otherworldly, almost untouchable, and you feel out of place among them. Distrust of their demeanor, The way they observe you—sharp-eyed and silent—makes you feel like they’re judging your every move. Even their polite smiles feel unsettling, as if they know something you don’t. You avoid eye contact and keep conversations short, fearing you might say or do something foolish.

⭒ Misinterpreting kindness When Elladan first approaches you, his friendly and open demeanor feels overwhelming. You mistake his playful teasing for mockery and worry that you’re being ridiculed. If he tries to engage you in light banter, you respond stiffly or withdraw entirely, which puzzles him. Fear of rejection A part of you fears that the elves—Elladan especially—see you as lesser or unworthy of their time. Their effortless elegance only amplifies your self-consciousness, making you hesitant to speak up or express yourself.

⭒ Elladan’s Gentle Efforts to Breaking Through the Fear as Persistent but patient as Elladan notices your unease and approaches with care, toning down his usual exuberance. He speaks softly and refrains from overwhelming you with his usual playful antics, though his curiosity about you remains evident.

⭒ Misunderstandings and small victories At first, Elladan’s attempts to connect with you often backfire. His jokes might make you even more nervous, and his cheerful persistence can feel invasive. However, he starts celebrating the smallest signs of progress—like a hesitant smile or a single question you ask him—as if they’re great victories. Proving he’s trustworthy Over time, Elladan finds subtle ways to show you that he’s genuinely kind and not to be feared. For instance, he might help you carry something heavy without asking, or offer to teach you something useful like basic elvish phrases.

⭒ Moments of Fear and Hesitation as the Feeling overwhelmed in crowds If you’re surrounded by a group of elves, their fluid conversations and occasional laughter make you feel excluded and more self-conscious. Elladan quickly picks up on this and subtly steers you away, offering a one-on-one conversation to put you at ease.

Flinching at sudden movements The first time Elladan approaches you too quickly or raises his voice in excitement, you instinctively flinch or back away. His face immediately softens, and he takes a step back, lowering his voice. “I didn’t mean to startle you,” he says sincerely, and he’s careful not to repeat the mistake.

⭒ Expressing your fear, If you finally admit that you’re afraid of elves—or even him—Elladan listens intently, his usual humor absent. “We can seem… larger than life,” he admits gently, “but we’re just people, like you. We make mistakes, and we can be foolish—trust me, I’m proof of that.” His honesty and vulnerability go a long way in soothing your fears.

⭒ Tentative curiosity As you begin to trust Elladan, you ask him small questions about his life, his family, or Rivendell. Each question makes his face light up, and he answers enthusiastically, clearly thrilled by your interest.

⭒ Learning to laugh The first time you laugh at one of Elladan’s jokes, it catches him off guard, and he breaks into a wide grin. “See? I knew you had a sense of humor!” he teases, though he’s clearly pleased to have made you feel comfortable.

⭒ Reaching out Eventually, you surprise yourself by initiating conversations or asking to join in on activities with Elladan. Whether it’s a quiet walk or a hunting trip, your growing confidence delights him, and he’s always quick to encourage you further.

⭒ Playful encouragement As you grow more comfortable, Elladan gently nudges you to try new things, often framing them as challenges or games to make them less intimidating. “I’ll race you to the stream,” he might say with a wink, knowing the activity will distract you from overthinking.

⭒ Earning your trust as Elladan proves his reliability by always keeping his word. If he says he’ll protect you, he does so fiercely. If he promises to teach you something, he’s patient and thorough. Over time, you realize you can rely on him completely.

⭒ Celebrating your growth, Elladan loves pointing out how far you’ve come, often with dramatic flair. “Do you see this? Laughing! Talking to an elf willingly! I’ll have to tell Elrohir—I’ve worked a miracle!” His over-the-top antics make you roll your eyes, but you can’t help smiling.

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Elladan makes you feel seen One of the first steps toward friendship is how Elladan ensures you never feel invisible. Whether it’s a quiet meal or a grand gathering in Rivendell, he always makes a point of including you—inviting you to sit with him, asking for your opinion, or subtly drawing you into the conversation with others.

⭒ Learning to trust his mischief as Elladan’s playful side becomes less intimidating as you see that his jokes and antics are never malicious. If you hesitate when he suggests a game or activity, he playfully exaggerates his own skill to make you laugh “Of course, I’ll win—but I’ll let you have a head start.” Eventually, you learn to laugh and join in, knowing he just wants you to have fun.

⭒ Inside jokes develop Over time, Elladan begins to create small, shared moments of humor between the two of you. These could be silly nicknames he invents for you, teasing remarks about Elrohir’s seriousness, or humorous callbacks to your first awkward encounters. The more you laugh together, the closer your bond grows.

⭒ Elladan’s Loyalty as a Friend Unwavering support, Elladan quickly proves himself to be a dependable friend. If you ever express doubt about your abilities, he’s the first to remind you of your strengths “You underestimate yourself. Did I not just see you handle that with the precision of an elven hunter?” His confidence in you helps you see your own worth.

⭒ Protective instincts While Elladan respects your independence, he is fiercely protective if he senses danger. Whether it’s a physical threat like orcs or someone making you uncomfortable in conversation, he steps in without hesitation. His protectiveness is never stifling; it feels more like a silent assurance that he always has your back.

⭒ Comfort during tough times When you’re struggling—whether due to fear, homesickness, or doubt—Elladan is the first to notice. He’ll offer a quiet moment away from the group, sitting with you under the stars or near a warm fire. He might share a story from his own life, showing you that even elves face challenges. “You’d think being immortal makes things easier,” he jokes, “but I assure you, I’ve stumbled more times than I can count.

⭒ Learning new skills together Elladan loves teaching you elven skills, such as archery, swordplay, or tracking. He takes great pride in your progress, offering encouragement and playfully exaggerating your achievements “If the orcs knew you were out here, they’d flee without a fight!”

⭒ Exploring the wilds Whether it’s a ride through the forests of Rivendell or a walk along the Bruinen, Elladan enjoys showing you the beauty of Middle-earth. He often shares little pieces of elven lore or points out hidden paths, delighting in your awe.

⭒ Once you’re comfortable, Elladan ropes you into his favorite pastime by teasing Elrohir. Whether it’s hiding his belongings, swapping his wine for water, or playfully mimicking his serious tone, Elladan relishes your partnership in mischief.

⭒ Physical closeness As your friendship deepens, Elladan becomes more openly affectionate. He’ll sling an arm around your shoulder, nudge you playfully, or ruffle your hair if you’re feeling down. His touch is always casual and comforting, a silent reminder of your bond.

⭒ Elladan loves inventing affectionate nicknames for you, ranging from sincere to completely ridiculous. If you protest, he only doubles down, claiming that it’s his right as your “best friend in all of Arda.”

⭒ Elladan often surprises you with small, thoughtful gifts a carefully carved pendant, a flower he picked during a ride, or a dagger he claims is enchanted (it’s not, but he insists it’s lucky).

⭒ Festive occasions During Rivendell feasts or celebrations, Elladan makes sure you feel included and valued. He’ll encourage you to join in the singing or dancing, sometimes even pulling you into a circle of elves with a grin. “You’re one of us now,” he says warmly.

⭒ Sharing quiet moments While Elladan is known for his playful nature, he treasures the quiet times you share as well. Whether it’s sitting by the river or watching the stars, these peaceful moments are when he lets his deeper thoughts show. “I’m glad you’re here,” he’ll say softly, his usual teasing tone replaced by sincerity.

⭒ Acknowledging your bond At some point, Elladan may reflect on how much your friendship means to him. “You know,” he says one day, “when I first met you, I didn’t think you’d ever speak to me, let alone join me on these adventures. But now, I can’t imagine not having you around. Even Elrohir agrees—though he’ll never admit it.”

⭒ Expressing pride in your growth If you’ve overcome challenges or fears, Elladan makes sure to remind you of how far you’ve come. “You’re braver than you realize,” he says with a grin. “If I ever get into trouble, I’ll know exactly who to call for help.”

Hope you enjoy the headcanons I love writing them all ✨🫶🤭❤️‍🔥

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Below here are Glrofindel, haldir and lindir versions. At the bottom of this post, I’ll leave link to of the first one featuring Thranduil, Elrond, Gil-galad.

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Yandere/Dark Elf Glorfindel x Female Fairy Reader Headcanons

𖤓 Glorfindel as a Dark Elf/Yandere with a Female Fairy Reader: Obsession with Protection In his darker form, Glorfindel’s affection for you turns into a possessive obsession. His protective nature intensifies into a need to shield you from all harm, even if that means keeping you isolated. He sees you as something so precious and delicate that no one else is allowed to even look at you for too long. No one else can share your time or your thoughts—only him.

𖤓 Overbearing Care as Glorfindel’s typical kindness morphs into overbearing care, where he controls every aspect of your life for what he believes is your safety. He insists on walking you to every corner of Rivendell and keeps a constant watch on you, even when you’re with others. He will convince himself it’s for your own good—after all, how could anyone understand the fragility of a fairy as you do?

𖤓 The beautiful flowers, delicate trinkets, and soft silks that Glorfindel gives you are laced with dark intentions. They are never just gifts—he insists that each item is a symbol of his love, and they must never leave your possession. The flowers he picks for you are the only ones that can truly make you feel alive, in his mind. Anything outside of his influence is dangerous.

𖤓 He doesn’t let you explore Rivendell without his presence. Every time you express a desire for some personal time or to go somewhere, he insists on coming with you. If you try to go off alone, he will appear at your side before you even realize it, speaking softly about how dangerous the world can be. He’s only trying to protect you, he says, his voice sweet yet heavy with authority.

𖤓 In his twisted sense of love, Glorfindel will isolate you from others. He believes that the only people who should be in your life are those who serve his desires—himself. If he finds any other male Elf or creature showing interest in you, he doesn’t just move them aside. He subtly, yet forcefully, ensures they are far removed from your life, using his authority and influence in Rivendell to keep them away.

𖤓 Glorfindel’s gaze follows you at all times. He watches you, silently, from a distance, hidden in the shadows, making sure you’re safe. If he senses that anyone else is getting too close, he’ll be there in an instant, stepping between you and them with a sudden, sharp smile that hides the storm of his feelings. If you ever question him about his presence, he brushes it off with a charming laugh, though his eyes linger far too long on you.

𖤓 He’ll be gentle and charismatic when he wants to win you over, but there’s always a darker intent behind his words. If he senses you pulling away or doubting him, he becomes more intense—his smile turns to a quiet, dangerous grin, and his words shift from lighthearted to possessive. He’ll whisper in your ear how you belong to him, reminding you that he’s the only one who truly understands you, the only one who can keep you safe.

𖤓 Twisting His Kindness into a Dark Need His famous empathy and kindness take on a dark edge. He’ll say things like, “I can’t bear to see you hurt, my love,” as he locks you in his arms. His touch is soft, but there’s an undeniable pressure behind it, as if you’re the only thing that matters in his world. Any affection from you feeds his obsession, and he will always find ways to remind you that his devotion is unmatched. He’ll reassure you that no one else can care for you like he does.

𖤓 Jealousy and Rage as Glorfindel, despite his normally calm and composed demeanor, becomes possessive to the point of rage if another tries to get too close to you. In his mind, it’s not just a matter of affection—it’s a matter of rightful ownership. His jealousy doesn’t burn like fire, but instead simmers quietly, becoming more dangerous the longer he hides it. He’ll occasionally drop subtle, dark hints about what would happen to those who dare to challenge him.

𖤓 Glorfindel’s softer romantic gestures now feel more suffocating than sweet. The romantic picnics by the lake or the gentle touches become manipulative acts of control. He might hold your hand too tightly, trace his fingers over your skin in a way that’s meant to reassure you of his control. The soft kisses he once gave you now seem more desperate, as if he’s trying to claim a part of you that he believes he’s losing.

𖤓 Glorfindel sees the freedom and the ethereal nature of a fairy like you as something wild that must be tamed. He believes that, with enough of his presence, you will come to understand that the world outside of his protection is dangerous. His soft words turn into commands, gently shaping you to fit the mold of the world he’s creating for you—a world where only he exists.

𖤓 The Dream of Forever As Behind his smiles and affectionate gestures lies an unyielding need for eternal commitment. Glorfindel speaks often of forever, his gaze softening as he imagines a life with you in it, always. He tells you how he’s waited for someone like you for centuries and how no force in Middle-earth could ever separate you. His version of love is not one of mutual respect, but one of ownership, believing that your souls are forever entwined.

𖤓 In his darkest moments, Glorfindel might share his fears and desires with you. He tells you how lonely he has been, how hard it is to protect everyone and yet feel the emptiness in his heart. He’ll hold you in his arms during these moments, letting you be the one thing that fills the void he’s carried for so long. His feelings are raw, almost pitiful, but the weight of his affection will always overshadow them. In his mind, you are the answer to his emptiness—and no one else could ever fill that role.

𖤓 Should you ever attempt to leave or distance yourself from him, Glorfindel’s sweet nature would vanish completely. His grip would tighten, his calm voice turning cold, filled with quiet but undeniable authority. He might say something like, “You think you can escape me? You belong to me, now and forever,” before pulling you closer, his embrace suffocating yet filled with the twisted notion of love he holds for you.

𖤓 In his yandere state, Glorfindel's physical affection would be overwhelming. He would want to touch you constantly-his arms would linger around you, his hands always seeking you out, tracing your wings, your face, and your form as though ensuring that you are truly there, and that you belong to him alone. He often strokes the delicate wings of a fairy, marveling at their beauty, but in a possessive way. He might run his fingers gently along the edge of your wings, almost reverently, as if they were his greatest treasure. His touch would linger too long, just to remind you that he owns every part of you, even the most delicate.

𖤓 Glorfindel's physical affection would not always be gentle. He would want to hold you tightly, to trap you in his arms where no one else could reach you. His embraces would be possessive, almost suffocating, with him pressing his cheek against yours and inhaling the sweet scent of your hair or your wings. His kisses would be tender, but there would be an intensity behind them. His lips would linger longer than you expect, and he would take his time exploring your face, memorizing every detail. He might whisper your name between kisses, as though he cannot believe you're real.

𖤓 Your wings would be a source of great fascination-and obsession-for Glorfindel. He views them as an extension of your soul, something so unique and beautiful that it is impossible for anyone but him to touch or admire. His touch on your wings would be worshipful, but in a way that leaves you feeling trapped. He would often stroke your wings, brushing his fingers against the delicate veins, marveling at their sheer beauty. But, at times, it would feel as though he's claiming ownership of them-almost as if he wants them to be as much a part of him as they are a part of you.

𖤓 He would take extra care of your wings, making sure they are always pristine. If they become damaged, even by accident, he would react as though it is a personal betrayal, vowing to make the world around you safer and more controlled. The idea that anyone could harm your wings or your beauty would send him into a fit of rage, and he would do everything in his power to ensure it never happens again. If you were to try and hide your wings, Glorfindel would make it his mission to "uncover" them. His desire to see every part of you would overtake any sense of personal space or boundaries. He would lovingly but forcefully pull your wings free from any coverings, wanting to revel in the sight of their magnificence.

𖤓 As a dark elf consumed by his obsession, Glorfindel would not allow you to be out of his sight for long. He would track your movements, always making sure that you are nearby, watching you with burning eyes from a distance. If you're in a crowd, his gaze would be the only one that feels heavy upon you, constantly watching from the shadows, making sure no one else tries to get too close. He would take steps to isolate you from others, believing that the world is too dangerous for someone as delicate and beautiful as you. He would subtly intervene whenever anyone tries to speak to you for too long, stepping in to shield you from the eyes of others. Your movements, your conversations, your interactions-everything would be monitored. If someone dares to speak to you for too long, especially a male, Glorfindel would interrupt, smiling charmingly, but with a razor edge. He might even intervene in the most subtle of ways, just to ensure you are never left alone with someone he deems unworthy.

𖤓 Glorfindel's words would shift from comforting to obsessive, filled with declarations of how you are meant to be his and his alone. In private, he would murmur to you, whispering sweet but dark words, calling you his "beloved," his

"treasure," his "only light." His devotion would border on madness, as though he sees no world without you by his side. He would speak of your future together, painting pictures of a life where you never leave his side. His obsession would bleed into every word, even the softest compliments would carry a sense of ownership. "No one else can touch you like I can," he would say with a calm but dark smile, "You belong to me, now and forever."

𖤓 If you ever tried to disagree, he would calmly remind you of your place, his voice smooth, but unyielding. His obsession would make him deluded, believing that everything he does is for your own good, to protect you from a world that doesn't deserve you. Intense Affection Behind Closed Doors, Glorfindel's affectionate displays would be intense when you are alone, where his calm, composed demeanor would drop.

𖤓 He would gather you in his arms, pulling you close to him. The closeness would almost feel smothering at times, his hand always resting near your wings, stroking them gently but possessively. When the world is out of sight, his affection would feel all-consuming, like the two of you are the only ones in existence. He would kiss you deeply, passionately, each kiss tinged with a sense of urgency-his need to claim you, to make you feel his love in every touch, every kiss. At times, you might even feel as though he is testing you, seeing how far you'll allow him to go, and the moment you hesitate or show discomfort, his expression would darken, and he'd gently remind you that you are his.

𖤓 Glorfindel would need to feel that he has full control over your life, your choices, your movements. His possessiveness would go beyond simple affection, pushing into the realm of control. You would never be able to leave his presence without his permission, not because he would physically stop you, but because he would subtly make you feel that it's not safe for you to be anywhere else. He would insist that he accompany you wherever you go, ensuring that no one can get close to you without his watchful eye. Any attempt to break free, whether physical or emotional, would be met with a soft but firm reminder of his love for you. Glorfindel would not let you slip away from him. He would keep you in his world, where you belong, forever.

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Yandere/Dark Elf Haldir x Female Fairy Reader Headcanons

➳ Haldir’s love for you, dear fairy, is not only protective but possessive, a side he keeps well-hidden beneath his disciplined exterior. The moment you step into Lothlórien, he becomes aware of your every move, your every breath. Despite his usual cold demeanor toward strangers, his fixation on you brings out a darker, obsessive edge that no one, not even his brothers, can see coming.

➳ He would be outwardly respectful and polite, maintaining his formal, stoic presence at all times. However, in the quiet moments when it’s just the two of you, Haldir’s gaze would follow you intently, as if he’s studying every nuance of your movements, learning your every need before you even voice it. Your comfort is paramount to him, but not for the reasons you may think—it’s because you are his, and he must ensure that nothing, no one, can harm or distract you from him.

➳ Haldir’s care for your safety extends far beyond what is reasonable. The moment you express an interest in leaving Lothlórien, or heaven forbid, interacting with others outside of him, he becomes intensely overprotective. Going to Rivendell? “You will need ten guards at least,” he declares with an unwavering calm, already making preparations. Going to Mirkwood? The mere thought sends him into a protective frenzy. “Spiders? You will stay here where it is safe. I will not allow such dangers to even approach you.”

➳ His stoic exterior masks the storm brewing inside. Whenever you seem to grow closer to someone else, even in the most innocent ways, his possessiveness flares. His eyes narrow, and without you even noticing, he subtly maneuvers the situation to ensure no one can ever come too close to you. He is not above using his influence to subtly remove anyone who shows too much interest in you, especially if they pose a threat to his control over you.

➳ If someone dares touch you or speak to you in a way he does not approve of, you will see his dark side—he is not above being harsh. Haldir’s discipline will slip, and his actions will show just how far he’s willing to go to preserve his claim on you. He would not hesitate to distance you from anyone who could steal your attention away. The quiet whisper of his anger would send chills down your spine, and you’d know—this is no longer the Haldir you once knew.

➳ In moments of intimacy, he is both tender and fiercely possessive. When he holds you close, it is not only to comfort you, but to remind you, silently, that you are his and no one else’s. He craves this intimacy, but it’s on his terms. His arms will tighten around you as if to never let you go, especially when the two of you are alone in your private moments. He will watch you sleep, his fingers brushing against your skin, a possessive gleam in his eye.

➳ Haldir enjoys the act of you depending on him. He believes it is his duty and privilege to take care of you, but it quickly becomes more than that. You’re not just someone to be protected—you’re his responsibility, his obsession. He watches over you so closely that you might begin to feel trapped, unable to make a move without his watchful eyes.

➳ His words of affection take on a darker tone. In private, he might whisper, “You are mine, and no one else can have you.” His voice is low, almost possessive, as if saying it aloud is some form of claiming you further. If you ever try to protest or assert any independence, his gaze hardens, and a cold silence will follow, the kind that makes your heart race. He does not take kindly to resistance, and you know it.

➳ Despite his protective nature, Haldir is not afraid to use his influence to isolate you. You might find yourself living in a world where only he exists, surrounded by those who serve him or who could be a potential threat to you. He creates a bubble around you, carefully crafted to protect you but also to control every aspect of your life. If you even think about venturing beyond it, his warnings would be sharp, his patience tested.

➳ But beneath it all, Haldir genuinely believes his actions are out of love. His obsession, his possessiveness, all stem from the same place—a deep, unwavering affection for you. And while you might struggle with his boundaries and actions, he will assure you, “Everything I do is for you. You are the only one who matters to me, and I will keep you safe, always.”

➳ His affection for you is consuming, and no matter how much you try to assert your independence, he always finds a way to draw you back in. His love for you is not just a part of him—it is the core of his existence. He would not hesitate to remind you of that.

➳ Haldir would always be watching you, his ever-keen eyes scanning the surroundings to make sure no one, or nothing, threatens your safety. He might have an unsettling habit of lingering in the shadows or near your dwelling, making sure you’re never out of his sight. His protective instincts would be so strong that he feels any danger—even the possibility of someone else noticing you—must be eliminated.

➳ Haldir’s affection would be highly physical, but in a controlling, possessive way. He would often touch you without warning, his hand resting possessively on your shoulder or arm, guiding you wherever he deems appropriate. His affection would manifest in small, seemingly caring gestures that conceal his obsession—rubbing your hand in his or holding your waist, anchoring you to him, ensuring no one else could take your attention.

➳ Your wings, delicate and ethereal, would be a focal point of Haldir’s obsession. He would be very protective of them, often running his fingers over them, admiring their beauty but also claiming them as a part of you that only he is allowed to touch. He might gently stroke the feathers, perhaps too roughly at times, as if testing how much they can withstand. He’d insist on keeping them hidden, perhaps binding them tightly with his cloak or gently tucking them beneath his arm to protect them from any potential harm or attention.

➳ The longer you spend together, the more he isolates you from the world. While he might use gentle words, “For your safety,” or “The world is dangerous, my love,” it becomes clear that this is not about safety but about his need to control your every move. He would often take you to secluded parts of Lothlórien, away from others, so no one can approach you. Your wings, which he finds so beautiful and precious, would be a constant reminder of the bond between you two. He might even insist that they remain hidden, fearing someone might try to steal your attention or, worse, harm you.

➳ Haldir’s desire would not be purely physical but emotionally consuming as well. He would become obsessed with every part of you, seeking to understand your preferences, fears, and dreams. When you sleep, he would lie next to you, his body curled around yours, ensuring no one could take you from him. In these moments, he would be the most vulnerable, holding you so tightly that you might feel the force of his obsession—but he would believe it’s for your protection.

➳ If anyone shows even the slightest interest in you, Haldir would quickly intervene, his anger masked under a layer of calm control. He might quietly tell someone, “She is mine,” or subtly, but effectively, eliminate any threat to his claim over you. He wouldn’t hesitate to use his position as a Marchwarden to banish any intruders or discourage anyone who dared to approach you.

➳ His words would become darker, more possessive as time goes on. He might whisper in your ear, “I will keep you safe, no matter the cost,” or “No one can love you like I do.” His voice would grow more intense and fervent, especially when no one else is around. He might tell you that your wings are “too precious to be seen by others” or “too vulnerable to be left unattended.” He believes that your beauty belongs only to him, and his love for you is exclusive.

➳ Haldir’s affection would manifest in carefully orchestrated romantic moments. Perhaps he would give you flowers from the borders of Lothlórien—flowers that only he knows how to pick. They would be beautiful, but he’d choose them for their symbolism: they are from him, they represent his love, and no one else can ever offer them to you. He might insist on private moments where he can embrace you, touching your wings in ways that might feel intimate, but also controlling. His care would be so intense that it could feel stifling, especially when he insists on keeping you near him at all times.

➳ While Haldir would present himself as devoted, his manipulation would become more evident over time. He might claim that the outside world is “dangerous” or that “only he can truly understand you.” He would speak of protecting you from the harsh realities of Middle-earth, using these words as a shield for his own desire to control you. The lines between love and control would blur, and you might begin to question if there is any true freedom for you while he is around.

➳ His yandere tendencies would also extend to your interactions with others. If you show any kindness toward another elf or stranger, Haldir would immediately grow cold, withdrawing from you until you reassure him that your loyalty belongs solely to him. He might become uncharacteristically harsh or distant, only to return once he has “confirmed” that you belong to him, offering you soft, possessive affection in the form of hugs, kisses, or sweet whispers.

➳ When you are alone, Haldir would soften—his hardened exterior would crack just slightly, revealing a longing for you that he hides from others. But, there would always be a dark undertone to his smiles and gestures. When he gazes at you, it’s not just love that glimmers in his eyes—it’s the intense fixation he has on you, as if he is quietly claiming you for himself, piece by piece.

➳ The intensity of his protective nature would not only keep others away from you but also make him increasingly possessive of your time and attention. If you were to stray too far from him—whether to speak to someone else, go for a walk, or simply enjoy the peace of Lothlórien—he would be quick to reassert his presence, ensuring you understand that no one can keep you safer than he can. His love for you is his life’s work, and it is something he would fight to the death to preserve.

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Yandere/Dark Elf lindir x Female Fairy Reader Headcanons

♫ In a darker version of Lindir, the seemingly shy and reserved elf transforms into someone with a deep, obsessive love for you, the female fairy. While he may retain his usual politeness and gentleness, beneath that surface lies a simmering intensity that is both protective and possessive. His feelings, once hidden behind the guise of restraint, become all-consuming, and he will go to great lengths to ensure that no one, not even the slightest threat, stands in the way of his devotion to you.

♫ Lindir, in his darker form, becomes deeply protective of you, but in an almost suffocating way. He sees you as a delicate, precious creature—fragile and ethereal—and he cannot bear the thought of anything or anyone harming you. He will insist on being by your side constantly, subtly manipulating situations to ensure you are never alone with others. If a male elf approaches you, whether for casual conversation or something more, Lindir’s presence will quickly be felt. He won’t make his disapproval known outright, but his eyes will always be watching, calculating, ready to intervene at a moment’s notice.

♫ While Lindir appears humble and gentle, his mind is sharp, and he is always calculating. He is an expert at manipulating situations in his favor, using his position as Elrond’s right hand to subtly influence the actions of others. When it comes to you, he will use his knowledge of your interests, desires, and weaknesses to weave a web of control around you. He will know the books you enjoy, the songs that make your heart flutter, and the things that make you smile. He’ll gently guide you toward his desires, making you think the decisions are yours while, in reality, he’s the one shaping your choices.

♫ Lindir’s affection for you borders on possessiveness. He believes that you belong to him and him alone. His words will often be laced with this belief, though he speaks them softly, almost as if trying to convince both himself and you. His compliments become more intense, but with an edge of obsession: “You are my light, my muse. The world outside this place is cruel and unforgiving. Let me protect you from it.” He may even refer to you as “my dearest,” “my precious,” or “my heart,” subtly reinforcing the idea that you are his to care for, love, and, in some twisted way, control.

♫ Though Lindir may not be overtly aggressive in his methods, he watches you constantly. His presence becomes increasingly felt in your day-to-day life, though it’s often subtle—like a shadow in the corner of your vision, a soft rustle of footsteps behind you. When you venture outside or spend time with others, Lindir follows from a distance, just close enough to ensure no harm comes to you but far enough to keep his actions hidden. He believes the outside world is a dangerous place for someone like you, so he isolates you, making you dependent on him for comfort, for knowledge, for companionship.

♫ Lindir, in his darker form, will shower you with soft, intimate gestures of affection—those that seem gentle but hold a deep possessiveness. He will offer to sing you songs at odd times, his voice smooth and sweet, yet each note seems to bind you closer to him. He will leave small, personal gifts for you—handwritten notes, a flower from the garden, a special song he wrote just for you. These gifts are not simply tokens of affection; they are symbols of ownership, reminders that you are his.

♫ Lindir has the power to subtly manipulate those around you. If he senses anyone is becoming too close to you, he will use his position to subtly drive them away, creating distance between you and others. He is an expert at playing on the emotions and weaknesses of others, and he will use this to isolate you, ensuring you become more reliant on him and less likely to seek companionship from anyone else. If someone dares to court your favor, he will not hesitate to “accidentally” make their words fall on deaf ears or cause misunderstandings that push them away.

♫ Despite his obsessive nature, Lindir’s greatest fear is rejection. His love for you is deep, and he fears that if you were to ever leave him, it would break him. He watches you closely, analyzing every word you say, every gesture, every glance, desperate to ensure that you still care for him. If you show any hint of doubt, even unknowingly, it would send him into a spiral of self-doubt and anxiety. He becomes more desperate, clingier, and eager to prove himself to you, often going to great lengths to win your favor.

♫ To Lindir, his love is not something of this world—it is eternal. He views his bond with you as something that transcends time itself. There is no part of Middle-Earth that could separate you from him. He will frequently remind you that you belong together, in this life and beyond. “We are fated, meleth. Nothing can tear us apart.” In his mind, this is not just love—it is destiny, and you have been chosen for him, just as he has been chosen for you.

♫ In private, Lindir’s true darkness reveals itself. He is tender and loving, but the weight of his affection is heavy, almost overwhelming. He will wrap you in his arms, holding you close, kissing you with soft but possessive passion. Every kiss will feel like a reaffirmation of his claim on you. He whispers sweet, desperate things in your ear, urging you to never leave him, to never doubt his devotion. These moments feel comforting, but there’s an undercurrent of desperation in them—a constant reminder that you are his, and no one else’s.

♫ Eventually, Lindir will confess his love to you, but it won’t be a simple admission. It will be something deep, intense, and emotionally charged. He will stammer and blush, perhaps nervously fumbling with words, but his eyes will be filled with sincerity. “I—” He pauses, taking a deep breath. “I love you, meleth. More than I can express. More than you will ever know.” From that moment on, his love becomes something darker, more possessive. He will never let you go, never allow you to leave his sight. You are his, and he will make sure everyone knows it.

♫ In his darkest form, Lindir is a master of control and manipulation, using his quiet demeanor and sharp mind to bend situations to his will. While he remains outwardly kind and humble, inside he is a force of quiet obsession, determined to keep you close, safe, and utterly devoted to him. His love is powerful—but so is his need to own you.

♫ Lindir would often reach out to touch your wings, his fingers brushing over the delicate feathers with an almost reverential gentleness, but there’s a possessiveness in his touch. He traces their shape as if marking them as his, unable to resist the urge to keep you physically close. When others approach you, Lindir’s posture becomes rigid and tense. If anyone dares to get too close, he would subtly pull you closer to him, positioning his body as a shield between you and any perceived threat. He would often run his hands over your wings in a soothing yet controlling manner, admiring their beauty but secretly fantasizing about how they could be clipped or restrained so you could never fly away from him.

♫ Lindir would want to be near you all the time, ensuring that you’re always in his sight. His voice, though usually calm, could take on a dark, almost intoxicating tone when he speaks to you, lulling you into a sense of security, but there’s a hidden intensity behind it. He would sing for you, his melodies taking on an almost hypnotic quality, with the haunting implication that his songs are a way to bind you to him emotionally and mentally, making you feel as if you cannot escape him.

♫ Lindir knows the fragility of a fairy’s wings, and as a yandere, he would sometimes lightly trace the veins of your wings with his fingers, a reminder of your vulnerability. He might even gift you delicate chains or ribbons, and place them on your wings as a symbolic way of “marking” you as his. The chains would glitter, but you’d feel a sense of unease as he whispers about how beautiful your wings are, while hiding darker thoughts about how he’d keep you forever by his side. At times, when you’re asleep or vulnerable, he might gently hold your wings in his arms, almost as if cradling them to prevent you from flying away. There’s an eerie sense of calmness in his expression as he holds them, keeping you close

♫ If you ever tried to leave or distance yourself, Lindir would give you affectionate gifts—perhaps beautiful flowers or trinkets, designed to allure you back. But underneath his gifts is a threat: “If you leave, who will take care of you? Who will protect your precious wings?” His words could be sweet but manipulative, as he subtly encourages you to depend on him more. The more you lean on him for affection, the more possessive he becomes, wanting to be the sole source of comfort and safety in your life.

♫ His love for you isn’t just about the physical—there’s an emotional aspect to it that’s twisted. Lindir might express that he loves you so much that he’s willing to do anything to make sure you never leave him, including hurting anyone who poses a threat to your relationship. He could become incredibly jealous, especially if other beings, even friends, give you attention. Lindir would likely isolate you, ensuring that you’re always near him. His affection for you becomes a source of control, and he’d always want to be the one to make you smile, to make sure you’re always looking at him with admiration, ensuring your loyalty through a mix of charm, fear, and subtle threats. Keeping You Close, Always At the darkest point, Lindir might go so far as to use magic or physical means to ensure you remain close. He may subtly enchant your wings or weave spells to prevent you from flying too far or escaping from his sight. He wants to be the one who determines your freedom, and your wings become the symbol of his dominance.

♫ In moments of extreme possessiveness, he might try to keep you in his arms, preventing you from leaving or spreading your wings. When you’re in his presence, his hands often hover near your wings, never letting you out of his sight, and his gaze is one of possessive longing.

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For @stormchaser819 💛☀️✨

Generally humans tend to be more openly affectionate and physically expressive than elves. They engage in actions like holding hands, giving their friends a quick kiss on the forehead or cheek for good luck or as a way to say goodbye, or when showing how much they’ve missed each other. It’s also common for humans to casually drape an arm around a friend’s waist while sitting together and chatting comfortably.

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Glrofindel version only as stranger, friend, lover

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Stranger:

𖤓 Glorfindel, as a hero of the First Age and a warrior reborn, carries a profound sense of purpose and a touch of otherworldliness that sets him apart. When a stranger displays human affection—a quick clasp of his hand in greeting, an arm slung around his shoulder, or a cheeky kiss on the cheek—his initial reaction would be one of polite surprise. He is not unkind, but such forward gestures would be unexpected, given his elven heritage and the natural reserve that comes with his centuries of life.

𖤓 His first instinct might be to step back, though not out of offense—rather out of sheer unfamiliarity with such an open display of emotion. Glorfindel is gracious and understanding, knowing the ways of Men differ greatly from those of Elves, and he would not wish to cause embarrassment. Instead, he would offer a gentle smile, perhaps bowing his head slightly as a way to respectfully acknowledge your gesture while maintaining a certain distance.

𖤓 Internal thought: How strange and bold are the ways of Men. Yet there is a warmth in their hearts that is both disarming and endearing. Public action: A warm, understanding smile, with a courteous inclination of his head, though he would not yet reciprocate the physical aspect of the gesture.

Friend:

𖤓 As your friendship with Glorfindel deepens, his initial reserve would begin to fade. With time, he would come to understand and appreciate your affectionate nature, even finding it refreshing compared to the often formal relationships among his kind. He would still be hesitant to mirror your gestures outright but would allow them with a sense of quiet acceptance, knowing they come from a place of genuine care.

𖤓 For instance, if you were to throw an arm around his waist during a moment of camaraderie, he might respond with a soft chuckle, perhaps allowing his hand to rest lightly on your shoulder. A kiss on the cheek when saying goodbye might still catch him off guard, but he would mask his surprise with a warm expression, silently marveling at the openness of your spirit. Over time, he might find himself unconsciously responding to your touches—a reassuring squeeze of your hand or a firm clasp on your shoulder during moments of shared triumph or loss.

𖤓 Internal thought: There is strength in their affection, a courage to lay one’s heart bare. It is a quality I find myself drawn to, though it is so unlike our own ways. Public action: A light, thoughtful touch—his hand resting briefly on yours or a gentle clasp of your shoulder, accompanied by a smile that speaks of trust and growing affection.

Lover:

𖤓 As your lover, Glorfindel’s approach to affection transforms into something deeply meaningful. Having fully embraced the bond between you, he sets aside the elven restraint that once defined him, allowing himself to meet your gestures with his own. Though his touch is still deliberate and purposeful, it is no longer hesitant. Instead, each caress, each kiss, each lingering embrace is filled with the weight of his devotion and the eternal nature of his love.

𖤓 In private, Glorfindel becomes more openly affectionate, finding joy in the ways you express yourself and reflecting that warmth back to you. He would hold your hand as you walked together, press a kiss to your brow when words could not suffice, and pull you into his arms with an ease that feels both protective and loving. Your human openness to affection would inspire him to show more of his heart, and he would cherish these moments as rare treasures.

𖤓 In public, however, Glorfindel retains a touch of elven decorum, though subtle gestures—such as a hand resting lightly at your back or a fleeting, tender glance—betray his feelings. For him, love is both a joy and a responsibility, and he carries it with the same grace and strength that defines all he does.

𖤓 Internal thought: You have brought light to my heart once more, brighter than the fires of Gondolin. Your touch is a balm to my soul, a gift I had never dared to hope for. Public action: A hand lingering on yours, a tender smile shared across a crowded room, or a subtle, protective touch at your waist. In private, he is far more open, often pulling you close and letting his actions speak of his boundless love

If you want anymore of any other elven characters like lindir, haldir, feren, meludir, Galion, elros, elladan, elrohir, Legolas, celeborn, erestor, thranduil, Elrond, Gil-galad.

Let me know 💚🍃

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Request by @stormchaser819

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Celebrimbor, Glrofindel, Celeborn Versions are below.

three different versions here below

For Celebrimbor

☀️𝓖𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓵

𖤓 Caught in the Fires of a Siege During an attack on a stronghold, Glorfindel is trapped in the flames while ensuring others escape. The reader/you braves the inferno to pull him out just before the structure collapses.

𖤓 The air around you was thick with smoke, acrid and stinging, as the great stronghold was consumed by chaos. War had come, and the battle raged across every inch of the fortress. The sound of clashing swords, the war cries of the enemies, and the crackling of the inferno that slowly devoured the buildings mixed in a cacophony of terror. Yet through it all, one figure stood resolute—Glorfindel. Amid the carnage and confusion, his golden form seemed like a beacon in the night. He was everywhere, commanding soldiers with precision and urging the civilians to flee. His voice was calm yet powerful, cutting through the madness like the edge of a blade. Even now, though his once-gleaming armor was tarnished with soot and ash, he radiated an otherworldly presence, his golden hair still catching the dim light of the fire.

𖤓 His movements were graceful but urgent, like an ancient being who had witnessed the rise and fall of kingdoms, yet was never deterred by the weight of his burdens. As he rallied those around him, you couldn’t help but notice the way the flames danced around him, almost as if they respected him, parting just enough to let him pass. But then, the earth trembled beneath your feet, and the sharp crack of stone and wood splitting echoed through the war zone. You turned just in time to see it—a massive pillar, weakened by the assault, now crumbling from the ceiling above Glorfindel.

𖤓 “Glorfindel!” you shouted, though your voice was swallowed by the roar of flames and battle cries. His back was turned, and he was so focused on aiding his soldiers, unaware of the impending disaster that loomed just behind him. Time seemed to stretch. You could hear the furious crackle of the fire as it consumed everything in its path, the sounds of men shouting in desperation, the clash of steel, and the unmistakable noise of the falling pillar. Your heartbeat thundered in your chest as you assessed the distance—there was no time. You couldn’t think; you could only act.

𖤓 Without a second thought, you sprinted through the smoke, weaving between scattered wreckage and fallen soldiers. The heat was unbearable, the air thick with smoke that made it almost impossible to see. But your focus remained only on one thing—Glorfindel. With all your strength, you launched yourself forward, your body slamming into his just as the pillar began its descent. The force of the impact sent him sprawling to the ground, but you held him fast, your grip unwavering as you dragged him to safety. The pillar crashed just a mere breath away, sending tremors through the ground, a thunderous sound that nearly drowned out everything else. Dust and debris filled the air, choking the both of you, as you pulled him with all your might into the shadow of a nearby wall. Every muscle screamed in protest, but you didn’t stop until the danger had passed.

𖤓 Panting, you both collapsed into the blackened earth, the acrid scent of burning wood and flesh in the air. The fire roared behind you, but for a moment, there was silence. Glorfindel lay there for a long moment, the weight of the near-death experience settling over him. His golden eyes, which were usually filled with strength and unwavering determination, were now wide with a rare emotion—shock. His chest heaved as he gasped for air, eyes flicking over to you with an expression that was part disbelief, part awe. “Why… why did you risk your life for me?” His voice was softer than usual, a tremor in it that you had never heard before. He pushed himself up, wincing as the movement aggravated his wounds, his fingers brushing over a scorch mark on his breastplate. The armor had protected him, but it was clear that the fire had left its mark, even if just a bruise on his soul.

𖤓 You met his gaze, your heart pounding, feeling the weight of his words. “Because it was the right thing to do,” you said, your voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through your veins. “I couldn’t just let you die here.” A pause. His eyes softened as he studied you, his usual calm composure slowly returning, but something remained unspoken in his expression. He didn’t speak immediately, instead letting his gaze linger on you, searching your face as if to understand the depths of your sacrifice. “Thank you,” he said quietly, the words more profound than any battle cry or speech. “I would have been lost without you.” His voice held a rawness that you hadn’t expected, and it struck a chord deep within you.

𖤓 His gratitude—deep, unwavering—was not one of the common, polite thanks you were used to hearing. No, this was something more. It was the expression of a soul who had nearly lost everything, only to be saved by someone they had not expected to come. You both sat in silence for a moment, the distant sounds of battle still echoing through the stronghold. The fire continued to rage behind you, but for now, there was a strange peace in the air. Glorfindel looked at you, his face finally softening into a smile. It was faint but genuine, the kind that reached his eyes and made them shine brighter than the flames around you. “You have my gratitude, beyond words.” His hand reached for your shoulder, squeezing it briefly. The simple act was almost too much, a silent gesture that conveyed more than words ever could.

𖤓 He looked down for a moment, his golden hair falling in front of his face as he collected himself. When he raised his head again, you could see the quiet vulnerability in his eyes, the quiet recognition of the connection between you two. “You risked your life not for duty, but for me.” He spoke slowly, the words weighted. “Few would do that… even fewer would survive to say it.” You could feel his words settle in your chest, warming you as he gave you a rare, unguarded look—one that revealed just how much your actions had affected him. In the midst of this chaos, in the midst of war and fire and death, Glorfindel—brave, noble Glorfindel—had been moved. And that meant more than anything. The two of you sat there for a long time, the world around you still burning, but in that fleeting moment, everything else faded. There was only the bond forged between you in the face of death—a bond that would never be broken, no matter what else happened in the battle to come.

🩵𝓒𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓷

𖣂 Ambushed by Spies in Lothlórien Enemies infiltrate Lothlórien, ambushing Celeborn during a quiet moment. The reader/you intercepts the attack just in time, defeating the spies and ensuring Celeborn’s safety.

𖣂 It was a rare moment of quiet in Lothlórien. The sun filtered through the dense canopy of golden leaves, casting dappled light across the forest floor. Celeborn stood beneath a towering mallorn tree, his gaze drifting upward to the shimmering boughs, where the ancient tree’s leaves glinted like precious metal in the sunlight. The air was still, the only sound the gentle rustling of the leaves and the distant song of birds in the lofty heights. Here, in this sacred space, Lothlórien’s tranquility had always been a refuge for the Lord of the Golden Wood. For a fleeting moment, he closed his eyes, allowing himself to feel the pulse of the forest—the soft, eternal rhythm of the place he had protected for so long. A moment of peace, far from the shadows of war and the pressing dangers of the world outside. But in such a sacred space, peace was always fragile.

𖣂 As Celeborn stood, deep in thought, the faintest sound reached his ears—so subtle it could have been the rustling of the trees. But the air had changed, the serenity replaced with the faintest sense of tension. His eyes snapped open, and for an instant, the calm demeanor that so often defined him faltered. There were no immediate signs of danger, but Celeborn’s instincts were honed by centuries of experience. He could feel it—a disturbance in the natural order, like a ripple in still waters. Before he could move, the first of the intruders made their move, darting from the underbrush with a speed borne of desperation. In an instant, Celeborn was surrounded. Two more spies emerged from the shadows, their movements swift and precise as they encircled him, weapons drawn, aiming for the Elven lord’s unprotected back.

𖣂 The Lord of Lothlórien stood motionless, his expression one of calm composure, but within him, the old warrior stirred. He would not fall easily, not in his realm. Yet, even as the enemies advanced, Celeborn’s posture remained fluid, almost too serene. His hands rested lightly at his sides, his attention on them—but he did not yet act. The ambush was well-planned, but Celeborn had lived through many battles and survived greater threats. However, he had no desire to engage in unnecessary violence, especially not when the sanctuary of his realm was at stake. It was then that the first sign of intervention came, a blur of motion from the corner of his eye.

𖣂 You, ever watchful, had been nearby—moving through the trees, perhaps scouting or simply enjoying the stillness of the Wood. You had sensed the shift in the air as Celeborn had. And now, as the spies drew closer, you were there, as silent as the shadows themselves, stepping between Celeborn and his would-be assailants with the precision of someone who knew the terrain as well as their own skin. The first spy lunged at Celeborn, aiming a dagger at his vulnerable side. But before the strike could land, your blade intercepted, the sharp steel meeting the enemy’s weapon with a metallic ring. The force of the clash caused the spy to stagger back, surprise flashing in their eyes.

𖣂 With swift precision, you dispatched the first spy, your movements fluid and practiced. You spun, knocking another would-be assailant off balance before swiftly disarming him. The third spy, realizing that their ambush had been thwarted, turned to flee, but you were quicker—closing the distance between you with a few rapid steps, your blade a blur. Within moments, the threat was neutralized, the forest now eerily silent once more. Celeborn had not moved a step. His gaze, steady and unflinching, had remained on the spies the entire time, but it was not in anger or fear—it was an expression of quiet appreciation. His calm demeanor had not wavered, even as the danger had passed in the blink of an eye.

𖣂 The soft rustle of your movements settling back into place was the only sound that remained. Celeborn turned to face you, his normally reserved expression now a gentle, knowing smile. He did not rush to speak, but when he did, his voice was low and filled with quiet gratitude. “You have my thanks, my friend,” he said, his voice rich with both reverence and admiration. “Your timing was flawless, and your skill unparalleled. Lothlórien’s safety is not often threatened in such a manner, but it seems I have been fortunate today to have someone as capable as you at my side.”

𖣂 His eyes lingered on you for a moment, and in them, there was something more than just gratitude—something deeper. Celeborn, though ever gracious, was not one to offer praise lightly. He had seen many warriors in his long life, and yet something about your actions had moved him. His admiration for you was not just for the skill with which you had dispatched the enemies, but for the loyalty and courage that had driven you to act. He took a step closer, his movements dignified but unhurried. “You honor me, and the realm of Lothlórien, with your presence. Should the need ever arise, know that I would trust no other to watch over this Wood.”

𖣂 There was a quiet humility in his words, a recognition that although he was the lord of Lothlórien, in this moment, his safety had been secured not by his own hand but by yours. And that, in itself, was a rare and deeply appreciated gift. Celeborn stood still, composed as ever, yet there was an unmistakable warmth in his gaze, the kind of warmth that only someone who had witnessed countless dangers and lived through untold years of solitude could truly appreciate. You had proven yourself, and in doing so, you had earned not only his gratitude but his trust. “Thank you,” he said, his voice steady but sincere. “You have my deepest respect.”

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Hi If your requests are opened could you do how the elves would reaction to their all a/o being sad and how they would comfort them. Maybe for Elladan,Elrohir and Glorfindel

how would the elves react to this?

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Glrofindel, Elladan, elrohir Versions are below.

☀️𝓖𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓵

𖤓 When Glorfindel notices that you’re sad, it feels as though a shadow has passed over his radiant light. His golden aura seems to dim slightly, his usual joy replaced by quiet concern. He is deeply attuned to your emotions and recognizes even the smallest signs of your sadness—whether it’s a distant look in your eyes, the slump of your shoulders, or a forced smile. Glorfindel’s first instinct is to help, but he approaches carefully, not wanting to overwhelm you.

⭒ Glorfindel’s steps are soft as he comes to your side, his voice low and filled with warmth. “Meleth nîn (my love),” he says, kneeling before you or sitting close, his golden gaze full of concern. “What burdens your heart? Tell me, and let me share it with you.”

𖤓 If you’re hesitant to speak, Glorfindel doesn’t press you. Instead, he patiently waits, offering silent comfort with his presence. He reaches out to gently hold your hand, his touch warm and steady. His thumb traces soothing patterns over your skin, silently reminding you that you’re not alone. “There is no rush,” he murmurs. “I am here for you whenever you’re ready.”

𖤓 If tears fall, Glorfindel’s heart aches for you, but he doesn’t try to stop them. Instead, he pulls you into his arms, cradling you against his chest. His embrace is protective yet tender, as though shielding you from the weight of the world. “Let it out, meleth. You do not need to hold it all inside. I am here, and I will not leave you.”

𖤓 Glorfindel’s soothing presence is like a balm to the soul. He presses a gentle kiss to the crown of your head or your temple, murmuring soft reassurances in Elvish. His words are filled with love and sincerity, meant to ease your burden. “Even the brightest stars have their moments of darkness, meleth. You are still my light, and I will do whatever it takes to bring back your smile.”

𖤓 Glorfindel listens with the patience of someone who has lived many lifetimes. Whether you’re venting, crying, or simply sitting in silence, he gives you his full attention, his golden eyes never leaving yours. He nods softly, murmuring comforting words when appropriate. “Your feelings are valid,” he says gently. “Do not think for a moment that you must face this alone.”

𖤓 If your sadness stems from self-doubt, Glorfindel counters every negative thought with heartfelt affirmations. His voice takes on a firmer yet loving tone. “You, inadequate? Impossible. You are stronger and more beautiful than you realize. I see it every day.” His words are not just comforting—they carry the conviction of someone who truly believes them.

𖤓 Physical touch is Glorfindel’s greatest comfort. He’ll hold you close, resting your head against his chest so you can hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. If you seem too overwhelmed to speak, he might rock you gently, humming an old Elvish melody to soothe your mind.

𖤓 If you allow it, Glorfindel will kiss away your tears, his lips brushing your cheeks, forehead, and hands with infinite tenderness. “You are my heart,” he says softly between kisses, “and I will stand beside you through all things, no matter how heavy they may feel.”

𖤓 Glorfindel’s words carry the wisdom of ages, offering a perspective that soothes your sorrow without diminishing it. “Even the strongest among us falter, meleth,” he tells you. “It does not make you weak—it makes you human. Let me help you carry this burden, for I would rather bear it with you than see you suffer alone.”

𖤓 If your sadness was caused by someone else, Glorfindel’s protective nature rises to the surface. His normally calm and kind demeanor sharpens, and there’s a quiet intensity in his voice. “Tell me who has caused you pain,” he says, his golden eyes flashing briefly. “I will not let anyone harm you without consequence.” Though he remains level-headed, his fierce love for you ensures that no one would dare to hurt you again.

𖤓 Once your tears have slowed and your breathing steadies, Glorfindel begins to bring light back into the moment. His playful side, usually subdued in serious times, starts to emerge. He’ll offer you a small, teasing smile and say something like, “Shall I fetch the sun itself to chase away the clouds for you? Or perhaps you’d prefer to spar with me to work out some frustration? I promise not to win too easily.”

𖤓 If you’re not up for active distractions, Glorfindel suggests quieter comforts. He’ll take your hand and guide you to a favorite spot—perhaps a peaceful garden or a soft patch of grass under the stars. There, he’ll sit with you, wrapping you in his cloak if the air is chilly.

𖤓 Glorfindel’s goal is not just to ease your immediate sadness but to remind you of the joy and love you bring to his life. As you begin to smile again, he lights up, his golden energy returning in full force. “There it is,” he says, grinning warmly. “That is the light I fell in love with. Never doubt how precious you are to me, meleth.”

𖤓 Even after your sadness begins to fade, Glorfindel keeps a close eye on you in the days to come. He makes small gestures to brighten your day—bringing you wildflowers from the market, offering to braid your hair while telling you stories of Gondolin, or surprising you with your favorite treat.

𖤓 Above all, Glorfindel’s reaction to your sadness is rooted in his deep love and unwavering support. His presence is like a golden shield, protecting and comforting you, reminding you that no matter how heavy your heart feels, you will never carry the weight alone. “You are my everything,” he says with quiet conviction, “and I will stand by you until the end of days.”

⚔️𝓔𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓷

⭒ When Elladan notices you’re sad, it’s as if all the brightness in his world dims. His sharp elven eyes catch even the smallest signs—your drooping shoulders, the way your gaze seems distant, or the heaviness in your voice. At first, he might try to assess the situation from a distance, unsure if you want space or company. But if he feels like you need him, he won’t hesitate to step in.

⭒ Elladan approaches you quietly, without his usual energy or playful demeanor. He kneels or sits beside you, his dark eyes filled with worry. “Meleth nîn,” he says softly, his voice full of concern, “what troubles your heart? Will you share it with me?”

⭒ Elladan understands the importance of feeling safe when expressing your emotions. He makes no demands, instead patiently waiting for you to speak when you’re ready. If you hesitate, he’ll gently encourage you, taking your hands in his warm, calloused ones and holding them securely. His thumbs might stroke soothing circles over your knuckles, silently reminding you that he’s there.

⭒ If tears begin to fall, Elladan doesn’t panic or rush to stop them. Instead, he lets you cry, pulling you into his arms. He presses a kiss to your hair and whispers, “Let it out, meleth. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

⭒ Elladan’s mischievous side takes a back seat in moments like these. He listens intently, his face soft and open, never interrupting or judging. Even if you’re venting or don’t make much sense, he remains patient, nodding along and murmuring reassurances when appropriate.

⭒ When you finally finish, he holds your gaze and says, “I’m so sorry you’re feeling this way. I wish I could take this pain from you, but I promise you don’t have to carry it alone.”

⭒ Elladan’s love language is physical touch, and he uses this to help ground and comfort you. He may wrap you in his arms, resting your head against his chest so you can hear his steady heartbeat. If you seem too overwhelmed to speak, he might sway slightly, like a parent comforting a child, murmuring soft Elvish lullabies or words of comfort into your ear.

⭒ If you don’t mind his affection, Elladan will pepper gentle kisses over your forehead, cheeks, and hands. “You mean everything to me,” he’ll say between kisses, “and I will do whatever it takes to make you smile again.”

⭒ Elladan is a skilled warrior, but his words carry the wisdom of a healer’s heart. He reassures you that your feelings are valid and that he admires your strength, even in moments when you feel weak. “Do not think for a moment that your sadness makes you any less,” he’ll say. “Even the strongest among us need time to grieve and heal. I’ll wait as long as you need.”

⭒ If your sadness stems from self-doubt or feelings of inadequacy, Elladan can’t help but counter every negative thought with praise and affirmation. He might grin softly and say, “What nonsense is this? You, not good enough? I must have fallen for an entirely different person, because the one I know is extraordinary.”

⭒ Once he senses your sadness is beginning to lift, Elladan gradually transitions back into his playful self. He’ll nudge your shoulder gently or make an exaggerated pout. “Enough about this sadness,” he’ll tease, “if you keep frowning like that, I’ll have no choice but to tickle you until you laugh.”

⭒ He might challenge you to a race, a sparring match, or even a playful bet—anything to distract you and get your mind off your troubles. If you’re not up for something active, he’ll suggest a relaxing activity, like a walk through the woods or stargazing.

⭒ As you begin to smile again, Elladan’s grin widens, and he’ll dramatically declare, “There it is! That’s the smile I fell in love with. I was beginning to worry it had gone forever!”

⭒ If your sadness is caused by someone else’s actions, Elladan’s demeanor shifts again. He remains tender toward you but becomes visibly tense, his jaw tightening. “Who hurt you?” he’ll ask, his tone low and serious. If you tell him, he’ll make it clear that whoever caused your pain will regret it.

⭒ Though he’s a warrior, Elladan knows the value of restraint. He won’t act recklessly, but he will ensure that you never feel unsafe again. “No one has the right to hurt you,” he’ll say firmly. “And if they try again, they’ll have me to answer to.”

⭒ Even after your sadness begins to fade, Elladan keeps a close eye on you for the days to come. He doesn’t hover or smother you, but you’ll notice small gestures—he’ll bring you your favorite tea, leave wildflowers on your windowsill, or casually insist you join him for a ride to “clear your head.”

⭒ Above all, Elladan’s goal is to remind you that you’re loved and supported. His unwavering devotion and playful energy are like a balm to your spirit, and he won’t rest until he sees you happy again. “You’re stuck with me, meleth,” he’ll say with a wink. “No sadness stands a chance against the mighty Elladan!”

⭐️𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓱𝓲𝓻

✧ When Elrohir notices you’re sad, his usual playful demeanor fades almost instantly. His sharp elven instincts pick up on the smallest signs—the distant look in your eyes, the subtle tension in your posture, or the quietness in your voice. Unlike his twin, Elrohir’s response is more deliberate and thoughtful, his protective nature kicking in as he assesses the situation with a quiet, searching gaze.

✧ He doesn’t rush to speak immediately, taking a moment to give you space if he senses you need it. But once he’s sure you’re struggling, he’ll approach you with a gentleness that matches the depth of his concern. “Meleth nín,” he says softly, his voice like a comforting murmur, “your heart is heavy. What has caused such sorrow?”

✧ Elrohir understands that emotional wounds take time to reveal themselves, and he respects your pace in sharing. He won’t push you to speak before you’re ready, but instead, he’ll sit with you, offering his quiet presence. If you hesitate, he’ll extend a hand, his long fingers gently touching yours, grounding you with his calm touch.

✧ If tears begin to fall, Elrohir won’t flinch or look away. He’ll simply lean forward, his embrace slow and steady, wrapping his arms around you without hesitation. He pulls you close, his chest against yours, murmuring into your hair, “Let it out, meleth. I will hold you as long as you need. You are not alone.”

✧ Elrohir’s soothing nature takes precedence in these moments. He listens without judgment, his eyes always fixed on you with the utmost attention. He doesn’t interrupt, offering only the occasional quiet reassurance, like, “I am here,” or “You do not need to carry this burden alone.”

✧ When you finally finish, Elrohir looks into your eyes with an expression that is both sorrowful and resolute. “I wish I could take away your pain, meleth. But please know, you are not alone in this. My heart is with you, always.”

✧ His love language is rooted in acts of service and deep emotional connection. In his quiet way, Elrohir will offer comfort through physical touch, his hands tracing gentle patterns on your back or your arms as you rest against him. He might lift your chin slightly, pressing his forehead against yours in a tender, intimate gesture of solidarity.

✧ Elrohir’s words are deliberate, carrying the wisdom and understanding of a healer. He speaks gently, making sure you know that your emotions are valid and that your strength lies in how you face them. “Even in your sorrow, I see the strength that has carried you this far,” he says softly. “You are more than this sadness. And I will be here, unwavering, until the light returns to your heart.”

✧ If your sadness stems from feelings of inadequacy, Elrohir will take a quiet but firm stand against any negative self-talk. “You speak of weakness, but I see a warrior in you,” he might say, his voice soft yet certain. “Your worth is not defined by moments of despair. It is in your heart, your courage, and the love you give to those who are lucky enough to know you.”

✧ Once Elrohir senses that you’re beginning to feel a little lighter, he will offer you a small smile—a rare sight that shows just how deeply he cares. He may tease you gently, his usual dry humor appearing once more. “There is the spirit I know,” he’ll say with a faint smile. “You were never meant to stay in sorrow for long, meleth.”

✧ However, Elrohir knows better than to push too quickly. He will respect your need for space or rest, but if you’re ready, he may suggest a quiet activity—something calm and soothing. A walk in Rivendell’s gardens, or sitting by the fire with a book. It’s not about distracting you, but rather offering a peaceful environment in which you can continue to heal.

✧ If your sadness is due to an external cause, Elrohir’s protective side will rise to the surface. His eyes may darken, a quiet intensity filling his gaze as he asks, “Who caused you pain, meleth? Tell me, and I will make sure you are safe.” He may not act impulsively, but you’ll feel the power of his resolve, knowing that whoever wronged you will face his unwavering protection.

✧ Even after the sadness begins to lift, Elrohir will stay close, quietly checking in on you in the days to follow. He won’t smother you, but you might find small acts of care—he’ll leave a fresh bouquet of flowers by your door or offer to prepare your favorite meal, always with the goal of easing your burdens.

✧ Elrohir’s devotion is steadfast, and above all, he wants you to know that you are loved. “You have my heart, meleth,” he will whisper, “and I will stay by your side, through joy and sorrow alike. No sadness will ever change that.”

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Hi, I was wondering if I could request how Elrond, Glorfindel, and Elrohir would react to a reader who could shapeshift? Like, they discover that the reader can shapeshift by accident and the reader's afraid of what the elves will do. Sorry if this went too long! Thank you!

how would the elves react to this?

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Elrond, glrofindel, elrohir Versions are below.

📜 𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓭

✶ When Elrond first discovers that you possess the ability to shapeshift, his reaction is one of cautious curiosity, tempered by the wisdom and experience he has accumulated over the centuries. Elves, with their deep connection to the natural world and their understanding of magic, are not easily surprised. However, shapeshifting is a rare and powerful gift, one that can evoke fear, awe, and uncertainty even among the most knowledgeable of elves.

✶ The discovery would likely occur in an intimate, quiet moment—perhaps during one of your walks through Rivendell, as you and Elrond stroll side by side along a path bordered by ancient trees. Maybe something unexpected happens: a sudden change in your emotions, or perhaps a flurry of movement catches his eye, and before he can fully comprehend what has happened, you have shifted into a different form. It could be something as small as an animal or as grand as a more mystical creature. In that moment, Elrond would freeze, his elven grace allowing him to remain calm, but his sharp, penetrating gaze would be focused on you with quiet intensity.

✶ His first instinct would not be to judge or condemn you. Instead, Elrond’s reaction would be one of deep contemplation. He would study the change, not out of suspicion, but because he is a being of profound understanding of magic and its many facets. His mind would race as he seeks to understand the origins of your ability and what this means for both you and your future together.

✶ Once you return to your true form, he would approach you with a quiet, measured voice, a softness in his words that you might not expect from such a regal and wise figure. He would not be alarmed, but he would certainly want to discuss it.

✶ “My friend, do not fear,” Elrond would say, his tone gentle but firm, filled with the weight of many ages. “This gift you possess is… rare, and I admit, it is not something I have encountered often in my long years. But I know this much—what you are is no less beautiful than the being I have come to cherish.”

✶ He would carefully reach out, his hands warm and steady, offering you comfort and reassurance. He would not want you to feel vulnerable or ashamed, though he would understand that such a secret may weigh heavily on your heart. His deep understanding of elvish lore would give him insight into the history of shapeshifting, and he would likely draw upon ancient knowledge to ease your fears. His empathy for your situation would be immense, as he could sense that this power might feel like both a blessing and a burden to you.

✶ “I am not one to cast judgment upon the strange or the unknown,” he would continue, his voice laced with wisdom. “You are not the first to bear a power such as this. Many ages ago, the Eldar encountered beings of great power, ones who could alter their forms at will. Some did so for noble causes, while others… fell to darkness.”

✶ He would take a step closer, his hand brushing your cheek in a gesture both tender and understanding. His gaze would soften as he continued, “But fear not, Mellon nín. I see no darkness in you. You are not bound by the same temptations that once corrupted others. Your heart is pure, and your intentions are guided by love, not by power.”

✶ Despite his calm exterior, Elrond’s mind would remain alert. He would wonder about the potential consequences of your gift, not only for you but also for those around you. He would likely seek counsel from other wise beings in Rivendell, such as Gandalf, to ensure that this power remains under control and is used for good.

✶ However, even as Elrond processes the implications of your shapeshifting, he would be unwavering in his support of you. His deep love for you would prevent him from ever seeing this as a source of fear or danger. Instead, he would approach it as another part of the complex, beautiful person that you are. “My heart is bound to yours, and no power, no matter how great, will change that,” Elrond would say, his voice unwavering. “Together, we will face whatever challenges lie ahead. You are not alone in this, and I will stand by you always.”

✶ In his quiet, stoic way, Elrond would assure you that nothing—be it your shapeshifting or any other secret you might hold—could ever drive a wedge between you. His love is constant, a rock upon which you can lean. In the moments that follow, you would feel his presence as a source of peace, knowing that, with him by your side, you are safe from harm.

✶ Over time, Elrond would continue to support you in mastering and understanding your gift. He would encourage you to explore it, but always with a sense of caution, urging you to balance the power you hold with the wisdom you have gained. Together, you would explore the depths of this mysterious ability, learning from each other and strengthening the bond between you.

✶ Ultimately, Elrond’s reaction would reflect his fundamental nature—one of wisdom, compassion, and unwavering love. He would never see your gift as something to fear but rather as an aspect of who you are, something that makes you all the more remarkable in his eyes.

☀️𝓖𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓵

𖤓 When Glorfindel discovers your ability to shapeshift, it is not through deliberate revelation, but rather by accident—perhaps during a moment of heightened emotion or an unforeseen situation. You may have hoped to keep this part of yourself hidden, knowing how rare and often misunderstood such abilities are, even among the Eldar. But Glorfindel, with his sharp eyes and keen instincts honed over millennia, notices the shift instantly.

𖤓 The moment is quiet yet charged with tension. Perhaps you had shifted into an animal form to avoid danger or simply let your emotions get the better of you, and before you could stop it, the change overcame you. As you stand before him, his blue gaze locks onto you—not with fear, but with an intense curiosity, as if he is piecing together the threads of an ancient tale. Glorfindel does not speak immediately; instead, he watches, his angelic presence radiating calm, giving you space to return to your true form when you are ready.

𖤓 As you return to yourself, you may fear rejection or judgment, your heart racing as you wait for him to respond. But Glorfindel’s expression is far from harsh or wary. There is no distrust in his eyes, no recoiling in disgust. Instead, his face softens with an unmistakable warmth, the kind of gentle compassion that has made him beloved by so many. He takes a step closer, his movements unhurried and deliberate, careful not to startle you.

𖤓 “Well,” he finally says, a small, boyish grin spreading across his lips, “that was unexpected. But magnificent all the same.” His tone is light, almost teasing, but not in a way that diminishes the gravity of the moment. His words are meant to put you at ease, to let you know that you are not in danger here, not with him.

𖤓 If he senses your unease—your fear of what he might do or think—Glorfindel’s demeanor grows even softer. He kneels slightly, lowering himself to your eye level if necessary, so that you do not feel dwarfed by his presence. “Mellon nín,” he says, his voice laced with the gentle cadence of reassurance, “do not be afraid. I have walked this world for ages, and I have seen much that would confound others. But you? You are nothing to fear.”

𖤓 He reaches out, his hand steady but slow, a silent offer of comfort. Whether you accept or not, his gaze remains steady, a golden warmth in his eyes that feels like the first rays of dawn breaking through a storm. “This is a gift,” he says softly, his voice imbued with awe and reverence. “Rare, yes, but a gift nonetheless. And I think… it speaks of great purpose, a strength that is uniquely yours.”

𖤓 Glorfindel’s understanding of the world runs deep, and his words reflect his long years of wisdom. He does not see your ability as something to be feared, but rather something to be honored. “In the days of old,” he continues, “there were tales of those who could shift their form, beings who were blessed with a connection to the very fabric of creation. You may carry such a connection within you, and that… that is extraordinary.”

𖤓 His voice softens further, becoming almost a whisper, as if he is sharing a secret meant only for you. “I see no shadow in you, no ill intent. If anything, this makes you even more remarkable than I already thought you to be.”

𖤓 Should you confess your fears—that others might reject you, or that your gift might bring harm—Glorfindel’s reaction is immediate. His hand moves to your shoulder or cheek, a gesture of steadfast reassurance. “Do not let fear guide you,” he says, his tone firm yet gentle. “You are more than your ability. And anyone who cannot see that is blind to the beauty of your spirit.”

𖤓 He steps back slightly, giving you the space to process his words, but his radiant energy continues to envelop you like a protective shield. “You are not alone,” he adds, his voice strong and unwavering. “You will never be alone. Not while I am here. Whatever this means—whatever challenges it may bring—you have my support, my loyalty, and my strength.”

𖤓 Over time, Glorfindel’s reaction does not waver. If anything, his fascination with your gift grows. He does not pry or press you to demonstrate it, respecting your boundaries, but his curiosity is undeniable. “Do you feel it when you change?” he might ask one evening as you sit together by the fire. “Does it hurt? Or does it feel like… freedom?”

𖤓 His questions are never intrusive; instead, they are filled with genuine wonder, as if your ability is a puzzle he is honored to help you solve. And when you feel ready to explore your gift, Glorfindel is there, a steady and unwavering presence by your side. “Let us see what this power can do,” he says with a grin, his golden hair catching the light like a halo. “But no pressure. Only when you’re ready.”

𖤓 He would undoubtedly defend you if anyone dared to question or belittle your gift, his legendary courage shining through. “This one,” he would say firmly, gesturing to you with pride, “has a strength most of us cannot even fathom. Do not mistake the unfamiliar for something lesser.”

𖤓 Ultimately, Glorfindel sees your shapeshifting as just another facet of who you are—one more reason to cherish and admire you. To him, it is not something that sets you apart in a negative way, but rather something that makes you uniquely you. “You are remarkable, and nothing—nothing—will change the way I see you,” he says one evening, his voice as steady and sure as the foundations of Gondolin itself.

𖤓 In Glorfindel, you find not only an unwavering protector but also an endless wellspring of kindness, wisdom, and love. With him by your side, you know that your gift, no matter how rare or misunderstood, is something to be embraced rather than feared. And in his presence, you feel safe, accepted, and seen for who you truly are.

⭐️𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓱𝓲𝓻

✧ When Elrohir first discovers that you possess the ability to shapeshift, his reaction is an intricate balance of surprise, intrigue, and protectiveness. Unlike some elves who may view such an ability with wary reverence or fear, Elrohir—hardened by years of battle and tempered by his sense of humor—reacts with an innate calm, though his sharp gaze betrays his fascination.

✧ The discovery would likely occur during one of your shared moments of quiet solitude. Perhaps while scouting a wooded glen together or on the outskirts of Rivendell, you inadvertently shift into another form. It might be a defensive reaction—an instinct to protect yourself from a perceived threat—or simply a moment where your emotions overwhelmed you. In that fleeting moment, Elrohir halts in his tracks, his hand instinctively gripping the hilt of his sword. Not out of hostility, but readiness to defend, should the situation require it.

✧ “Well,” he remarks in a low, even tone, though his smirk is unmistakable, “that is not what I expected today.” His dry humor surfaces immediately, as it often does when he’s faced with the unexpected. However, the lightness of his words is tempered by the intensity in his gaze, his keen elven eyes studying you with both curiosity and wariness.

✧ As you shift back to your true form, your apprehension is palpable, and Elrohir’s demeanor softens. He notices the tremor in your voice as you stammer an apology or explanation, and his innate protectiveness surges to the forefront. He steps closer to you, his hand falling from his sword to rest on your shoulder in a reassuring gesture.

✧ “Peace, mellon nín,” he says gently, his voice unusually soft for one so often fierce in battle. “You have no reason to fear me.” His tone carries the weight of sincerity, but his sharp mind is already working through what this ability means for you—and for him.

✧ Unlike his father, Elrohir is not one to dwell on the ancient histories or deeper metaphysical implications of such powers. His first thoughts are of you—your safety, your fears, and how this gift might affect your life. He knows well how the world can twist something rare and beautiful into a source of scorn or danger.

✧ “You think I would cast you aside for this?” he asks, his brow furrowing slightly as he tilts his head to meet your gaze. There’s a faint edge to his voice, as though offended by the very idea. “Do you not know me better by now?”

✧ Despite his outward calm, there is an undeniable protectiveness in his tone. He steps closer, lowering his voice as though to shield your secret from the trees themselves. “This world is not kind to those who are different,” he continues, his expression darkening slightly. “But you are not alone in this. Whatever you face, I will stand by your side.”

✧ Though Elrohir does not often voice his emotions in flowery terms, his actions speak louder than any words could. He stays close to you for the rest of the day, his usual playfulness muted as he watches over you with quiet vigilance. He is determined to show you, not just through words but through unwavering loyalty, that your gift changes nothing between you.

✧ Later, when the two of you are alone and the tension has eased somewhat, his curiosity finally gets the better of him. “How long have you carried this secret?” he asks, his tone gentler now, though his eyes gleam with intrigue. “And why would you hide it from me? Did you think I would fear you?”

✧ His dry humor returns as he smirks faintly, attempting to lighten the mood. “Or perhaps you thought I’d mistake you for an orc and try to run you through?” The jest is paired with a teasing glint in his eye, but the underlying message is clear: nothing about you could ever frighten or alienate him.

✧ Over time, Elrohir would not only accept your ability but come to see it as an extraordinary gift. He would marvel at your transformations, his sharp mind quick to find practical applications for your shapeshifting in both scouting and combat. However, his protectiveness would also deepen. The thought of someone discovering your secret and seeking to harm or exploit you would fill him with a quiet but fierce determination to keep you safe.

✧ “This gift of yours,” he would say one evening, as the two of you sit beneath the stars, “it does not make you strange or unnatural. If anything, it makes you more wondrous. But…” He pauses, his expression darkening slightly. “It is a dangerous world, and there are those who would not see it as I do.”

✧ His hand brushes yours, a rare gesture of open vulnerability from one so guarded. “But you have me. Whatever comes, I will protect you, with my life if need be.”

✧ Elrohir’s reaction to your shapeshifting would reflect his unique blend of playfulness, protectiveness, and fierce loyalty. Where others might see your gift as something to fear, he would see it as yet another facet of the person he loves—something extraordinary, yes, but not something that changes the bond between you. And though he may tease you about it from time to time, it would only be to see you smile, knowing that, with him, you are safe to be exactly who you are.

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You Slapping their Butt and Calling them “Dummy Thick” in Front of Everyone:

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Lindir, erestor, glorfindel elladan, elrohir, version’s are below.

🎶𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓻

♫ The moment your hand made contact with his backside, a resounding smack echoing across the tranquil halls of Rivendell, Lindir would freeze mid-step, his spine going rigid like a taut bowstring. His harp, which he had been holding with characteristic grace, would slip precariously from his grip, nearly falling before he clumsily caught it. His pale cheeks would flush a brilliant shade of crimson, spreading all the way to the tips of his pointy ears.

♫ Turning to you with wide, stunned eyes, Lindir would open his mouth to respond but no words would come out, just a soft, strangled sound of disbelief. “Wha— ahem—what did you just…” His voice would falter, his usual eloquence failing him entirely. He’d fidget with his sleeves, the picture of flustered mortification.

♫ The elves in the room—courtiers, musicians, and even a passing servant—would collectively stop in their tracks, their expressions frozen between scandalized shock and barely-suppressed amusement. Elladan and Elrohir, of course, would be the first to lose their composure, doubling over with laughter, one of them wheezing, “Dummy thick, did you hear that?” Elrond’s stoic visage might even crack with the faintest twitch of an eyebrow as he struggled to maintain his dignity.

♫ Glorfindel, standing off to the side, would choke on his wine, hastily turning away to conceal the smirk tugging at his lips. The other elves would murmur among themselves, sneaking glances between you and the mortified Lindir, their curiosity piqued at the boldness of your gesture.

♫ Once the initial shock wore off, Lindir would draw in a deep breath, visibly attempting to compose himself. His voice, however, would still be shaky as he addressed you. “M-mellon nin, I must insist you refrain from… such inappropriate displays in public.” He’d turn sharply, nearly stumbling in his haste to exit the room, but not before you caught the way his blush deepened when you winked at him.

♫ In Private When the two of you were finally alone later, Lindir would waste no time confronting you, though his sternness would be undermined by his lingering embarrassment. “Do you have any idea how utterly improper that was?” he’d ask, his voice rising an octave as he gestured animatedly, pacing back and forth. “In front of everyone! Lord Elrond! The twins! Glorfindel!” He’d pause, running a hand through his silken hair, before finally looking at you, his expression softening despite himself.

♫ “I… I don’t even know where to begin,” he’d admit, his voice quieter now, his fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of his robe. “But please, next time… if you must…” He’d clear his throat, his blush returning in full force. “At least wait until we’re alone.”

♫ In the days that followed, Rivendell would be abuzz with whispers of the incident. Elladan and Elrohir would never let Lindir hear the end of it, constantly teasing him with exaggerated impressions of your words and even gentle pats on the shoulder that made him jump every time. Glorfindel would occasionally flash him a knowing smile, which only made Lindir duck his head in embarrassment.

♫ Despite the humiliation, Lindir would find himself smiling at the memory in private—though he’d never admit it. Deep down, he couldn’t deny the strange thrill your boldness gave him, even if it clashed with every rule of decorum he held dear. Perhaps, he’d muse, your audacity was part of why he cared for you so deeply. But he would also very firmly remind you not to do it again in public. At least not until he could figure out how to regain even a shred of his composure.

📚𝓔𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻

✎ Erestor is a character who exudes calm, logic, and a perpetual sense of quiet authority, which makes your audacious action all the more shocking. The room fell silent—eerily so, as though even the wind outside Rivendell’s pristine halls had paused in sheer disbelief. Erestor stood rigid, quill still in hand from where he had been annotating an open scroll on the intricacies of Dwarven metallurgy. Slowly, with a deliberation so sharp it could slice through mithril, he turned his head to meet your gaze.

✎ His dark eyes bore into you, the weight of millennia of wisdom, sarcasm, and profound irritation radiating from his unflinching expression. One eyebrow arched, ever so slightly, as he assessed the audacity you had just displayed. The gathered elves exchanged furtive glances, their faces a mixture of amusement and fear for your well-being. “Dummy thick?” he repeated, his tone so dry it could have ignited the nearest scroll. “In front of witnesses, no less.”

✎ Erestor set down his quill with an excruciatingly calm precision. A quiet murmur swept through the room as though everyone had collectively realized they were witnessing an event destined to be spoken of for centuries. Then, with a cool flick of his wrist, he waved the room into silence. “Everyone. Out,” he said, his voice steady yet laced with an edge that brooked no argument.

✎ The elves scattered, some biting back laughter, others clearly terrified. Once the door closed behind the last of them, the room plunged into a heavy, expectant quiet. Erestor straightened his robes with an exaggerated care, finally turning to face you fully. “You appear to have misunderstood the nature of public decorum,” he began, stepping closer until the faintest scent of aged parchment and ink wafted from him. “Let us discuss this newfound bravery of yours.”

✎ Despite the utter seriousness of his tone, there was the barest twitch of his lips, betraying a flicker of amusement he would never admit to. His hand brushed briefly along your arm, a silent acknowledgment of the audacity he could not help but, in some deeply buried way, respect.

✎ Later, seated in his favorite corner of the library where no one dared intrude, Erestor would casually reference the incident without looking up from the text he was reading. “You realize, of course, that your impulsive behavior has likely cemented your legend among Rivendell’s younger elves,” he’d remark dryly. “I trust you’ll enjoy their newfound fascination while I repair my dignity.”

✎ Though his words were clipped, the way his hand lingered against yours as he passed you a cup of tea spoke volumes about his true feelings. For all his exasperation, your audacity had amused him more than he’d ever let on.

☀️𝓖𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓵

𖤓 Glorfindel, the ever-charming and affectionate elf, is not one to shy away from displays of camaraderie or playful affection, especially with close friends. However, in the moment your hand makes contact with his backside and you call him “dummy thick” in front of everyone, Glorfindel’s reaction would be a mix of surprise, genuine amusement, and a hint of bashfulness.

𖤓 The room falls silent for a split second, and Glorfindel’s bright, blue eyes widen as he registers what has just happened. He’s the type of elf who typically maintains a composed and dignified demeanor, but with you, he’s more relaxed and often enjoys teasing and being teased. Yet, in public? This boldness catches him off guard.

𖤓 A soft laugh escapes him as he straightens up, clearly trying to suppress his amusement but failing miserably. His lips curve into a mischievous smile, though there’s a slight blush tinting his fair cheeks. He’d gently place a hand over his backside, turning to face you with an exaggerated arch of his brow.

𖤓 “Is that truly what you call me now?” he asks, voice light but full of playful challenge, trying to keep things light-hearted. “I must admit, that’s a new one for me.” His eyes scan the room, where a few elves may be holding back their own smiles, unsure whether to join in or maintain their usual decorum. Glorfindel, ever the good sport, would not scold you—far from it. Instead, he’d give a soft chuckle and shake his head, his usual poise briefly faltering.

𖤓 “Alright, you have my attention, friend,” he says, his tone shifting to one of teasing amusement. “But I expect this… honor to be properly repaid.” If the situation were to feel too tense, he’d dismiss the crowd with a wave, ensuring the room clears before he gently steps toward you. The playfulness would return, but so would a glint of something deeper—a warmth that only exists between him and those he cherishes.

𖤓 “Now,” he murmurs, leaning close, “I believe we need to have a private conversation about the audacity of your actions.” His voice drops to a soft, teasing tone. “But don’t think you’ll escape unscathed.” Despite the reprimand, there would be no anger or frustration. Glorfindel is the type to show affection through his actions, and your cheeky comment would only draw him closer to you. It would be a playful exchange, perhaps leading to a bit of flirty banter later, where Glorfindel—who is surprisingly affectionate and unguarded with those he loves—may even find a way to embrace the unexpected compliment.

𖤓 In the end, he would likely find himself laughing it off later, especially if it was shared with close friends. He enjoys a good jest, and your audacity would only endear you to him further.

⚔️𝓔𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓷

⭒ Elladan, ever the playful and mischievous twin, would initially react with absolute shock—not because of your audacity, but because he simply wasn’t expecting it. In the middle of a jovial conversation with his twin brother, a group of Rangers, or even the solemn halls of Rivendell, the sharp sound of your hand meeting his backside would echo like a bell.

⭒ There would be a beat of silence as everyone froze, wide-eyed, while Elladan whipped around to face you, his expression a mix of disbelief and amusement. “What—did you just say?” he’d ask, his voice laced with mock incredulity, though his lips were already twitching upward in a grin “Dummy thick? Me?”

⭒ He’d throw his head back and laugh, absolutely delighted by the scene you had just created. Unlike his brother, Elrohir, who might glare or grumble about propriety, Elladan would love the attention and revel in the chaos of it all.

⭒“Oh, my!,” he’d say dramatically, loud enough for everyone to hear, “I knew you admired me, but to proclaim it so boldly before all of Middle-earth? How my heart soars!” And then, without missing a beat, he’d lean in conspiratorially, lowering his voice just for you. “But truly, did you have to do it here? Poor Elrohir might never recover.”

⭒ Elrohir, naturally, would roll his eyes and mutter something about Elladan being insufferable, while everyone else would either awkwardly shift their attention elsewhere or burst out laughing, depending on their temperament.

⭒ But Elladan wouldn’t let the moment end there. No, he’d make a show of it, grabbing you by the waist, spinning you in a playful circle, and dramatically planting a kiss on your cheek as everyone looked on. “Such boldness must be rewarded,” he’d tease, his mischievous grin showing no signs of fading. “But fair warning—two can play this game.”

⭒ And you’d better believe that later, when you least expected it, Elladan would find the perfect moment to repay the favor with equal flair. Whether it was sneaking up behind you to deliver a playful smack or loudly announcing his own pet name for you in public, he’d make sure you knew he wasn’t going to let this slide without some playful retribution.

⭒ At the end of the day, Elladan would be endlessly entertained by your audacity and secretly delighted by the fact that you could match his energy, even if it meant making an absolute spectacle of yourselves in front of everyone.

⭐️𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓱𝓲𝓻

✧ The moment your hand connects with Elrohir’s backside and the words “dummy thick” leave your mouth, the scene halts. Elrohir, ever the composed and sharp-witted twin, immediately stiffens, his dark brows shooting up as his head snaps around to look at you. His expression teeters between utter disbelief and incredulous amusement, as though trying to decide whether you’ve just lost your mind—or if you’re simply this bold.

✧Elladan, standing nearby, would choke on the goblet of wine he’s holding, nearly doubling over with laughter. “Dummy thick?” he wheezes, slapping his knee. “Oh, this I need to hear!” He’d fan the flames with his commentary, ensuring no one within earshot could ignore the spectacle.

✧ Elrohir, however, isn’t one to lose his cool easily. The corners of his mouth twitch as he fights to suppress a smirk, his dry sense of humor surfacing. “Meleth,” he’d drawl in a low, exasperated tone, “if you’re trying to humiliate me, you’ve done a splendid job.” The faintest hint of pink might creep into his cheeks—not from embarrassment, but from sheer incredulity.

✧ The other elves in the room would shuffle uncomfortably, unsure whether to laugh or retreat from the awkward situation. But Elladan? He’s loving every second, especially since his brother is rarely the target of such antics. “Brother,” Elladan says, wiping a tear from his eye, “I think they’ve just put us to shame. You might have some competition for the boldest fool in the room.”

✧ Once the initial shock passes, Elrohir turns back to you, his face a mix of mock severity and reluctant fondness. “You’ll pay for that later,” he says, his voice deceptively calm, though the gleam in his grey eyes promises mischief. “But since you’re so enamored with my… attributes, perhaps I should ensure your attention is more appropriately focused next time.”

✧ Later—away from the crowd—he’d pull you into his arms, his teasing smirk finally breaking free. “Dummy thick?” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. “You’re lucky I find your audacity endearing. But don’t think I’ll let this go unanswered, Mellon. Prepare yourself.”

✧ If you’re lucky, the punishment would involve a playful wrestling match—where, of course, he’d take full advantage of his strength to pin you down. If not? Well, Elladan might be gleefully recounting this tale to everyone for years to come, much to Elrohir’s eternal frustration.

I’m working on other elven characters like haldir, feren, meludir, Galion, elros, Legolas, Gil-galad, círdan.

So keep an eye out for my posts 🫶💚🍃

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I am continuing my request here, as I had to split it into separate posts to avoid making it too lengthy.

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Below here are Glrofindel, haldir and lindir versions. At the bottom of this post, I’ll leave link to of the first one featuring Thranduil, Elrond, Gil-galad.

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Yandere/Dark Elf Glorfindel x Female Fairy Reader Headcanons

𖤓 Glorfindel as a Dark Elf/Yandere with a Female Fairy Reader: Obsession with Protection In his darker form, Glorfindel’s affection for you turns into a possessive obsession. His protective nature intensifies into a need to shield you from all harm, even if that means keeping you isolated. He sees you as something so precious and delicate that no one else is allowed to even look at you for too long. No one else can share your time or your thoughts—only him.

𖤓 Overbearing Care as Glorfindel’s typical kindness morphs into overbearing care, where he controls every aspect of your life for what he believes is your safety. He insists on walking you to every corner of Rivendell and keeps a constant watch on you, even when you’re with others. He will convince himself it’s for your own good—after all, how could anyone understand the fragility of a fairy as you do?

𖤓 The beautiful flowers, delicate trinkets, and soft silks that Glorfindel gives you are laced with dark intentions. They are never just gifts—he insists that each item is a symbol of his love, and they must never leave your possession. The flowers he picks for you are the only ones that can truly make you feel alive, in his mind. Anything outside of his influence is dangerous.

𖤓 He doesn’t let you explore Rivendell without his presence. Every time you express a desire for some personal time or to go somewhere, he insists on coming with you. If you try to go off alone, he will appear at your side before you even realize it, speaking softly about how dangerous the world can be. He’s only trying to protect you, he says, his voice sweet yet heavy with authority.

𖤓 In his twisted sense of love, Glorfindel will isolate you from others. He believes that the only people who should be in your life are those who serve his desires—himself. If he finds any other male Elf or creature showing interest in you, he doesn’t just move them aside. He subtly, yet forcefully, ensures they are far removed from your life, using his authority and influence in Rivendell to keep them away.

𖤓 Glorfindel’s gaze follows you at all times. He watches you, silently, from a distance, hidden in the shadows, making sure you’re safe. If he senses that anyone else is getting too close, he’ll be there in an instant, stepping between you and them with a sudden, sharp smile that hides the storm of his feelings. If you ever question him about his presence, he brushes it off with a charming laugh, though his eyes linger far too long on you.

𖤓 He’ll be gentle and charismatic when he wants to win you over, but there’s always a darker intent behind his words. If he senses you pulling away or doubting him, he becomes more intense—his smile turns to a quiet, dangerous grin, and his words shift from lighthearted to possessive. He’ll whisper in your ear how you belong to him, reminding you that he’s the only one who truly understands you, the only one who can keep you safe.

𖤓 Twisting His Kindness into a Dark Need His famous empathy and kindness take on a dark edge. He’ll say things like, “I can’t bear to see you hurt, my love,” as he locks you in his arms. His touch is soft, but there’s an undeniable pressure behind it, as if you’re the only thing that matters in his world. Any affection from you feeds his obsession, and he will always find ways to remind you that his devotion is unmatched. He’ll reassure you that no one else can care for you like he does.

𖤓 Jealousy and Rage as Glorfindel, despite his normally calm and composed demeanor, becomes possessive to the point of rage if another tries to get too close to you. In his mind, it’s not just a matter of affection—it’s a matter of rightful ownership. His jealousy doesn’t burn like fire, but instead simmers quietly, becoming more dangerous the longer he hides it. He’ll occasionally drop subtle, dark hints about what would happen to those who dare to challenge him.

𖤓 Glorfindel’s softer romantic gestures now feel more suffocating than sweet. The romantic picnics by the lake or the gentle touches become manipulative acts of control. He might hold your hand too tightly, trace his fingers over your skin in a way that’s meant to reassure you of his control. The soft kisses he once gave you now seem more desperate, as if he’s trying to claim a part of you that he believes he’s losing.

𖤓 Glorfindel sees the freedom and the ethereal nature of a fairy like you as something wild that must be tamed. He believes that, with enough of his presence, you will come to understand that the world outside of his protection is dangerous. His soft words turn into commands, gently shaping you to fit the mold of the world he’s creating for you—a world where only he exists.

𖤓 The Dream of Forever As Behind his smiles and affectionate gestures lies an unyielding need for eternal commitment. Glorfindel speaks often of forever, his gaze softening as he imagines a life with you in it, always. He tells you how he’s waited for someone like you for centuries and how no force in Middle-earth could ever separate you. His version of love is not one of mutual respect, but one of ownership, believing that your souls are forever entwined.

𖤓 In his darkest moments, Glorfindel might share his fears and desires with you. He tells you how lonely he has been, how hard it is to protect everyone and yet feel the emptiness in his heart. He’ll hold you in his arms during these moments, letting you be the one thing that fills the void he’s carried for so long. His feelings are raw, almost pitiful, but the weight of his affection will always overshadow them. In his mind, you are the answer to his emptiness—and no one else could ever fill that role.

𖤓 Should you ever attempt to leave or distance yourself from him, Glorfindel’s sweet nature would vanish completely. His grip would tighten, his calm voice turning cold, filled with quiet but undeniable authority. He might say something like, “You think you can escape me? You belong to me, now and forever,” before pulling you closer, his embrace suffocating yet filled with the twisted notion of love he holds for you.

𖤓 In his yandere state, Glorfindel's physical affection would be overwhelming. He would want to touch you constantly-his arms would linger around you, his hands always seeking you out, tracing your wings, your face, and your form as though ensuring that you are truly there, and that you belong to him alone. He often strokes the delicate wings of a fairy, marveling at their beauty, but in a possessive way. He might run his fingers gently along the edge of your wings, almost reverently, as if they were his greatest treasure. His touch would linger too long, just to remind you that he owns every part of you, even the most delicate.

𖤓 Glorfindel's physical affection would not always be gentle. He would want to hold you tightly, to trap you in his arms where no one else could reach you. His embraces would be possessive, almost suffocating, with him pressing his cheek against yours and inhaling the sweet scent of your hair or your wings. His kisses would be tender, but there would be an intensity behind them. His lips would linger longer than you expect, and he would take his time exploring your face, memorizing every detail. He might whisper your name between kisses, as though he cannot believe you're real.

𖤓 Your wings would be a source of great fascination-and obsession-for Glorfindel. He views them as an extension of your soul, something so unique and beautiful that it is impossible for anyone but him to touch or admire. His touch on your wings would be worshipful, but in a way that leaves you feeling trapped. He would often stroke your wings, brushing his fingers against the delicate veins, marveling at their sheer beauty. But, at times, it would feel as though he's claiming ownership of them-almost as if he wants them to be as much a part of him as they are a part of you.

𖤓 He would take extra care of your wings, making sure they are always pristine. If they become damaged, even by accident, he would react as though it is a personal betrayal, vowing to make the world around you safer and more controlled. The idea that anyone could harm your wings or your beauty would send him into a fit of rage, and he would do everything in his power to ensure it never happens again. If you were to try and hide your wings, Glorfindel would make it his mission to "uncover" them. His desire to see every part of you would overtake any sense of personal space or boundaries. He would lovingly but forcefully pull your wings free from any coverings, wanting to revel in the sight of their magnificence.

𖤓 As a dark elf consumed by his obsession, Glorfindel would not allow you to be out of his sight for long. He would track your movements, always making sure that you are nearby, watching you with burning eyes from a distance. If you're in a crowd, his gaze would be the only one that feels heavy upon you, constantly watching from the shadows, making sure no one else tries to get too close. He would take steps to isolate you from others, believing that the world is too dangerous for someone as delicate and beautiful as you. He would subtly intervene whenever anyone tries to speak to you for too long, stepping in to shield you from the eyes of others. Your movements, your conversations, your interactions-everything would be monitored. If someone dares to speak to you for too long, especially a male, Glorfindel would interrupt, smiling charmingly, but with a razor edge. He might even intervene in the most subtle of ways, just to ensure you are never left alone with someone he deems unworthy.

𖤓 Glorfindel's words would shift from comforting to obsessive, filled with declarations of how you are meant to be his and his alone. In private, he would murmur to you, whispering sweet but dark words, calling you his "beloved," his

"treasure," his "only light." His devotion would border on madness, as though he sees no world without you by his side. He would speak of your future together, painting pictures of a life where you never leave his side. His obsession would bleed into every word, even the softest compliments would carry a sense of ownership. "No one else can touch you like I can," he would say with a calm but dark smile, "You belong to me, now and forever."

𖤓 If you ever tried to disagree, he would calmly remind you of your place, his voice smooth, but unyielding. His obsession would make him deluded, believing that everything he does is for your own good, to protect you from a world that doesn't deserve you. Intense Affection Behind Closed Doors, Glorfindel's affectionate displays would be intense when you are alone, where his calm, composed demeanor would drop.

𖤓 He would gather you in his arms, pulling you close to him. The closeness would almost feel smothering at times, his hand always resting near your wings, stroking them gently but possessively. When the world is out of sight, his affection would feel all-consuming, like the two of you are the only ones in existence. He would kiss you deeply, passionately, each kiss tinged with a sense of urgency-his need to claim you, to make you feel his love in every touch, every kiss. At times, you might even feel as though he is testing you, seeing how far you'll allow him to go, and the moment you hesitate or show discomfort, his expression would darken, and he'd gently remind you that you are his.

𖤓 Glorfindel would need to feel that he has full control over your life, your choices, your movements. His possessiveness would go beyond simple affection, pushing into the realm of control. You would never be able to leave his presence without his permission, not because he would physically stop you, but because he would subtly make you feel that it's not safe for you to be anywhere else. He would insist that he accompany you wherever you go, ensuring that no one can get close to you without his watchful eye. Any attempt to break free, whether physical or emotional, would be met with a soft but firm reminder of his love for you. Glorfindel would not let you slip away from him. He would keep you in his world, where you belong, forever.

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Yandere/Dark Elf Haldir x Female Fairy Reader Headcanons

➳ Haldir’s love for you, dear fairy, is not only protective but possessive, a side he keeps well-hidden beneath his disciplined exterior. The moment you step into Lothlórien, he becomes aware of your every move, your every breath. Despite his usual cold demeanor toward strangers, his fixation on you brings out a darker, obsessive edge that no one, not even his brothers, can see coming.

➳ He would be outwardly respectful and polite, maintaining his formal, stoic presence at all times. However, in the quiet moments when it’s just the two of you, Haldir’s gaze would follow you intently, as if he’s studying every nuance of your movements, learning your every need before you even voice it. Your comfort is paramount to him, but not for the reasons you may think—it’s because you are his, and he must ensure that nothing, no one, can harm or distract you from him.

➳ Haldir’s care for your safety extends far beyond what is reasonable. The moment you express an interest in leaving Lothlórien, or heaven forbid, interacting with others outside of him, he becomes intensely overprotective. Going to Rivendell? “You will need ten guards at least,” he declares with an unwavering calm, already making preparations. Going to Mirkwood? The mere thought sends him into a protective frenzy. “Spiders? You will stay here where it is safe. I will not allow such dangers to even approach you.”

➳ His stoic exterior masks the storm brewing inside. Whenever you seem to grow closer to someone else, even in the most innocent ways, his possessiveness flares. His eyes narrow, and without you even noticing, he subtly maneuvers the situation to ensure no one can ever come too close to you. He is not above using his influence to subtly remove anyone who shows too much interest in you, especially if they pose a threat to his control over you.

➳ If someone dares touch you or speak to you in a way he does not approve of, you will see his dark side—he is not above being harsh. Haldir’s discipline will slip, and his actions will show just how far he’s willing to go to preserve his claim on you. He would not hesitate to distance you from anyone who could steal your attention away. The quiet whisper of his anger would send chills down your spine, and you’d know—this is no longer the Haldir you once knew.

➳ In moments of intimacy, he is both tender and fiercely possessive. When he holds you close, it is not only to comfort you, but to remind you, silently, that you are his and no one else’s. He craves this intimacy, but it’s on his terms. His arms will tighten around you as if to never let you go, especially when the two of you are alone in your private moments. He will watch you sleep, his fingers brushing against your skin, a possessive gleam in his eye.

➳ Haldir enjoys the act of you depending on him. He believes it is his duty and privilege to take care of you, but it quickly becomes more than that. You’re not just someone to be protected—you’re his responsibility, his obsession. He watches over you so closely that you might begin to feel trapped, unable to make a move without his watchful eyes.

➳ His words of affection take on a darker tone. In private, he might whisper, “You are mine, and no one else can have you.” His voice is low, almost possessive, as if saying it aloud is some form of claiming you further. If you ever try to protest or assert any independence, his gaze hardens, and a cold silence will follow, the kind that makes your heart race. He does not take kindly to resistance, and you know it.

➳ Despite his protective nature, Haldir is not afraid to use his influence to isolate you. You might find yourself living in a world where only he exists, surrounded by those who serve him or who could be a potential threat to you. He creates a bubble around you, carefully crafted to protect you but also to control every aspect of your life. If you even think about venturing beyond it, his warnings would be sharp, his patience tested.

➳ But beneath it all, Haldir genuinely believes his actions are out of love. His obsession, his possessiveness, all stem from the same place—a deep, unwavering affection for you. And while you might struggle with his boundaries and actions, he will assure you, “Everything I do is for you. You are the only one who matters to me, and I will keep you safe, always.”

�� His affection for you is consuming, and no matter how much you try to assert your independence, he always finds a way to draw you back in. His love for you is not just a part of him—it is the core of his existence. He would not hesitate to remind you of that.

➳ Haldir would always be watching you, his ever-keen eyes scanning the surroundings to make sure no one, or nothing, threatens your safety. He might have an unsettling habit of lingering in the shadows or near your dwelling, making sure you’re never out of his sight. His protective instincts would be so strong that he feels any danger—even the possibility of someone else noticing you—must be eliminated.

➳ Haldir’s affection would be highly physical, but in a controlling, possessive way. He would often touch you without warning, his hand resting possessively on your shoulder or arm, guiding you wherever he deems appropriate. His affection would manifest in small, seemingly caring gestures that conceal his obsession—rubbing your hand in his or holding your waist, anchoring you to him, ensuring no one else could take your attention.

➳ Your wings, delicate and ethereal, would be a focal point of Haldir’s obsession. He would be very protective of them, often running his fingers over them, admiring their beauty but also claiming them as a part of you that only he is allowed to touch. He might gently stroke the feathers, perhaps too roughly at times, as if testing how much they can withstand. He’d insist on keeping them hidden, perhaps binding them tightly with his cloak or gently tucking them beneath his arm to protect them from any potential harm or attention.

➳ The longer you spend together, the more he isolates you from the world. While he might use gentle words, “For your safety,” or “The world is dangerous, my love,” it becomes clear that this is not about safety but about his need to control your every move. He would often take you to secluded parts of Lothlórien, away from others, so no one can approach you. Your wings, which he finds so beautiful and precious, would be a constant reminder of the bond between you two. He might even insist that they remain hidden, fearing someone might try to steal your attention or, worse, harm you.

➳ Haldir’s desire would not be purely physical but emotionally consuming as well. He would become obsessed with every part of you, seeking to understand your preferences, fears, and dreams. When you sleep, he would lie next to you, his body curled around yours, ensuring no one could take you from him. In these moments, he would be the most vulnerable, holding you so tightly that you might feel the force of his obsession—but he would believe it’s for your protection.

➳ If anyone shows even the slightest interest in you, Haldir would quickly intervene, his anger masked under a layer of calm control. He might quietly tell someone, “She is mine,” or subtly, but effectively, eliminate any threat to his claim over you. He wouldn’t hesitate to use his position as a Marchwarden to banish any intruders or discourage anyone who dared to approach you.

➳ His words would become darker, more possessive as time goes on. He might whisper in your ear, “I will keep you safe, no matter the cost,” or “No one can love you like I do.” His voice would grow more intense and fervent, especially when no one else is around. He might tell you that your wings are “too precious to be seen by others” or “too vulnerable to be left unattended.” He believes that your beauty belongs only to him, and his love for you is exclusive.

➳ Haldir’s affection would manifest in carefully orchestrated romantic moments. Perhaps he would give you flowers from the borders of Lothlórien—flowers that only he knows how to pick. They would be beautiful, but he’d choose them for their symbolism: they are from him, they represent his love, and no one else can ever offer them to you. He might insist on private moments where he can embrace you, touching your wings in ways that might feel intimate, but also controlling. His care would be so intense that it could feel stifling, especially when he insists on keeping you near him at all times.

➳ While Haldir would present himself as devoted, his manipulation would become more evident over time. He might claim that the outside world is “dangerous” or that “only he can truly understand you.” He would speak of protecting you from the harsh realities of Middle-earth, using these words as a shield for his own desire to control you. The lines between love and control would blur, and you might begin to question if there is any true freedom for you while he is around.

➳ His yandere tendencies would also extend to your interactions with others. If you show any kindness toward another elf or stranger, Haldir would immediately grow cold, withdrawing from you until you reassure him that your loyalty belongs solely to him. He might become uncharacteristically harsh or distant, only to return once he has “confirmed” that you belong to him, offering you soft, possessive affection in the form of hugs, kisses, or sweet whispers.

➳ When you are alone, Haldir would soften—his hardened exterior would crack just slightly, revealing a longing for you that he hides from others. But, there would always be a dark undertone to his smiles and gestures. When he gazes at you, it’s not just love that glimmers in his eyes—it’s the intense fixation he has on you, as if he is quietly claiming you for himself, piece by piece.

➳ The intensity of his protective nature would not only keep others away from you but also make him increasingly possessive of your time and attention. If you were to stray too far from him—whether to speak to someone else, go for a walk, or simply enjoy the peace of Lothlórien—he would be quick to reassert his presence, ensuring you understand that no one can keep you safer than he can. His love for you is his life’s work, and it is something he would fight to the death to preserve.

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Yandere/Dark Elf lindir x Female Fairy Reader Headcanons

♫ In a darker version of Lindir, the seemingly shy and reserved elf transforms into someone with a deep, obsessive love for you, the female fairy. While he may retain his usual politeness and gentleness, beneath that surface lies a simmering intensity that is both protective and possessive. His feelings, once hidden behind the guise of restraint, become all-consuming, and he will go to great lengths to ensure that no one, not even the slightest threat, stands in the way of his devotion to you.

♫ Lindir, in his darker form, becomes deeply protective of you, but in an almost suffocating way. He sees you as a delicate, precious creature—fragile and ethereal—and he cannot bear the thought of anything or anyone harming you. He will insist on being by your side constantly, subtly manipulating situations to ensure you are never alone with others. If a male elf approaches you, whether for casual conversation or something more, Lindir’s presence will quickly be felt. He won’t make his disapproval known outright, but his eyes will always be watching, calculating, ready to intervene at a moment’s notice.

♫ While Lindir appears humble and gentle, his mind is sharp, and he is always calculating. He is an expert at manipulating situations in his favor, using his position as Elrond’s right hand to subtly influence the actions of others. When it comes to you, he will use his knowledge of your interests, desires, and weaknesses to weave a web of control around you. He will know the books you enjoy, the songs that make your heart flutter, and the things that make you smile. He’ll gently guide you toward his desires, making you think the decisions are yours while, in reality, he’s the one shaping your choices.

♫ Lindir’s affection for you borders on possessiveness. He believes that you belong to him and him alone. His words will often be laced with this belief, though he speaks them softly, almost as if trying to convince both himself and you. His compliments become more intense, but with an edge of obsession: “You are my light, my muse. The world outside this place is cruel and unforgiving. Let me protect you from it.” He may even refer to you as “my dearest,” “my precious,” or “my heart,” subtly reinforcing the idea that you are his to care for, love, and, in some twisted way, control.

♫ Though Lindir may not be overtly aggressive in his methods, he watches you constantly. His presence becomes increasingly felt in your day-to-day life, though it’s often subtle—like a shadow in the corner of your vision, a soft rustle of footsteps behind you. When you venture outside or spend time with others, Lindir follows from a distance, just close enough to ensure no harm comes to you but far enough to keep his actions hidden. He believes the outside world is a dangerous place for someone like you, so he isolates you, making you dependent on him for comfort, for knowledge, for companionship.

♫ Lindir, in his darker form, will shower you with soft, intimate gestures of affection—those that seem gentle but hold a deep possessiveness. He will offer to sing you songs at odd times, his voice smooth and sweet, yet each note seems to bind you closer to him. He will leave small, personal gifts for you—handwritten notes, a flower from the garden, a special song he wrote just for you. These gifts are not simply tokens of affection; they are symbols of ownership, reminders that you are his.

♫ Lindir has the power to subtly manipulate those around you. If he senses anyone is becoming too close to you, he will use his position to subtly drive them away, creating distance between you and others. He is an expert at playing on the emotions and weaknesses of others, and he will use this to isolate you, ensuring you become more reliant on him and less likely to seek companionship from anyone else. If someone dares to court your favor, he will not hesitate to “accidentally” make their words fall on deaf ears or cause misunderstandings that push them away.

♫ Despite his obsessive nature, Lindir’s greatest fear is rejection. His love for you is deep, and he fears that if you were to ever leave him, it would break him. He watches you closely, analyzing every word you say, every gesture, every glance, desperate to ensure that you still care for him. If you show any hint of doubt, even unknowingly, it would send him into a spiral of self-doubt and anxiety. He becomes more desperate, clingier, and eager to prove himself to you, often going to great lengths to win your favor.

♫ To Lindir, his love is not something of this world—it is eternal. He views his bond with you as something that transcends time itself. There is no part of Middle-Earth that could separate you from him. He will frequently remind you that you belong together, in this life and beyond. “We are fated, meleth. Nothing can tear us apart.” In his mind, this is not just love—it is destiny, and you have been chosen for him, just as he has been chosen for you.

♫ In private, Lindir’s true darkness reveals itself. He is tender and loving, but the weight of his affection is heavy, almost overwhelming. He will wrap you in his arms, holding you close, kissing you with soft but possessive passion. Every kiss will feel like a reaffirmation of his claim on you. He whispers sweet, desperate things in your ear, urging you to never leave him, to never doubt his devotion. These moments feel comforting, but there’s an undercurrent of desperation in them—a constant reminder that you are his, and no one else’s.

♫ Eventually, Lindir will confess his love to you, but it won’t be a simple admission. It will be something deep, intense, and emotionally charged. He will stammer and blush, perhaps nervously fumbling with words, but his eyes will be filled with sincerity. “I—” He pauses, taking a deep breath. “I love you, meleth. More than I can express. More than you will ever know.” From that moment on, his love becomes something darker, more possessive. He will never let you go, never allow you to leave his sight. You are his, and he will make sure everyone knows it.

♫ In his darkest form, Lindir is a master of control and manipulation, using his quiet demeanor and sharp mind to bend situations to his will. While he remains outwardly kind and humble, inside he is a force of quiet obsession, determined to keep you close, safe, and utterly devoted to him. His love is powerful—but so is his need to own you.

♫ Lindir would often reach out to touch your wings, his fingers brushing over the delicate feathers with an almost reverential gentleness, but there’s a possessiveness in his touch. He traces their shape as if marking them as his, unable to resist the urge to keep you physically close. When others approach you, Lindir’s posture becomes rigid and tense. If anyone dares to get too close, he would subtly pull you closer to him, positioning his body as a shield between you and any perceived threat. He would often run his hands over your wings in a soothing yet controlling manner, admiring their beauty but secretly fantasizing about how they could be clipped or restrained so you could never fly away from him.

♫ Lindir would want to be near you all the time, ensuring that you’re always in his sight. His voice, though usually calm, could take on a dark, almost intoxicating tone when he speaks to you, lulling you into a sense of security, but there’s a hidden intensity behind it. He would sing for you, his melodies taking on an almost hypnotic quality, with the haunting implication that his songs are a way to bind you to him emotionally and mentally, making you feel as if you cannot escape him.

♫ Lindir knows the fragility of a fairy’s wings, and as a yandere, he would sometimes lightly trace the veins of your wings with his fingers, a reminder of your vulnerability. He might even gift you delicate chains or ribbons, and place them on your wings as a symbolic way of “marking” you as his. The chains would glitter, but you’d feel a sense of unease as he whispers about how beautiful your wings are, while hiding darker thoughts about how he’d keep you forever by his side. At times, when you’re asleep or vulnerable, he might gently hold your wings in his arms, almost as if cradling them to prevent you from flying away. There’s an eerie sense of calmness in his expression as he holds them, keeping you close

♫ If you ever tried to leave or distance yourself, Lindir would give you affectionate gifts—perhaps beautiful flowers or trinkets, designed to allure you back. But underneath his gifts is a threat: “If you leave, who will take care of you? Who will protect your precious wings?” His words could be sweet but manipulative, as he subtly encourages you to depend on him more. The more you lean on him for affection, the more possessive he becomes, wanting to be the sole source of comfort and safety in your life.

♫ His love for you isn’t just about the physical—there’s an emotional aspect to it that’s twisted. Lindir might express that he loves you so much that he’s willing to do anything to make sure you never leave him, including hurting anyone who poses a threat to your relationship. He could become incredibly jealous, especially if other beings, even friends, give you attention. Lindir would likely isolate you, ensuring that you’re always near him. His affection for you becomes a source of control, and he’d always want to be the one to make you smile, to make sure you’re always looking at him with admiration, ensuring your loyalty through a mix of charm, fear, and subtle threats. Keeping You Close, Always At the darkest point, Lindir might go so far as to use magic or physical means to ensure you remain close. He may subtly enchant your wings or weave spells to prevent you from flying too far or escaping from his sight. He wants to be the one who determines your freedom, and your wings become the symbol of his dominance.

♫ In moments of extreme possessiveness, he might try to keep you in his arms, preventing you from leaving or spreading your wings. When you’re in his presence, his hands often hover near your wings, never letting you out of his sight, and his gaze is one of possessive longing.