#haldir drabble

[heilith]

For the gif ask game! Possibly with either Haldir or Legolas. 💕

Hey! An awfully jumpy and incoherent Haldir for you. :) Enjoy and don't hate me.

P.S. Let me know if there're any mistakes, my eye has turned soapy.

The art is by Khrymson-Taibhsean

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The intrusion into your personal space was as masterful as it was unexpected.

In sober truth, you’d thought it out badly, and were courting danger since the moment you had stepped onto the same talan with him and nodded softly in response to his reserved greeting.

But you played on, with your smiles, with your wit, even with your silence.

Whatever came out of it was your own goal and doing…

The twilight was his friend more than it was yours. All it could do for you was to conceal the colour that had rushed to your face at being locked in ice-cold arms and pulled into an embrace so intimate it had you freeze in your skin, too.

“Be calm. I mean no harm.”      

“Haldir…”

You couldn’t tell whose heart had skipped a bit - the single throb echoed in your chest unpleasantly. It would have made you so much calmer, had you been sure it was yours.  

“You sought for my affection. Why does it pain you to accept it?”

The tone of detached curiosity clashed with the softness of his hand, running down your hair slowly, with little intention to stop, as if you were begging him for it.

His touch was plain and perfect. Careful, marked with respect and yet heavy with a promise of better things to come. And sweet. A true dream of a maiden in love.   

Oh, how you would have triumphed by now…had he been not him.

It helped you to remember why you’d come here for. And it helped you to close your eyes, when he brought your palm against his face – why was he so cold still? – and leaned into it to admit to his surrender.  

It felt like the kiss would leave a flaming mark on you for weeks ahead...

It all ended as abruptly as it had started.

In one fleeting second, his arms were no longer around you. You tried and failed to recollect when he had managed to get himself out of your reach, let alone your touch.  

“He left,” said he, the level gaze holding your uncomprehending one, “You can go now, too.”

You betrayed yourself too quickly. Against your will your glance darted to the talan mallorns and mallorns away from yours.

Empty.

The clipped chuckle from the direction of your companion told you there was no use in more pretense.   

“Why did you do this, Haldir?”

He shrugged, as though the reason was self-evident.

You nearly hated him for that knowing look.  

“You wanted him jealous. What else was I to do to grant you your wish?”

You didn’t utter a word of apology. He didn’t expect any, you supposed, seeing how he already turned away from you, seemingly distracted by some tiny motion in the depth of the woods.  

And yet you’d barely moved to leave, before he spoke again, his voice lower than you could expect it.

“Y/N, why me?”

The question was the only one you could answer without much thinking.

“Because you wouldn’t care.”

A short sound came out of the Warden’s lips, a laugh he swallowed almost immediately, offensive with its bitterness.

“Next time you come for someone’s jealousy…,” he paused just to go on with an effort one long moment after, “Bear in mind that I can offer mine.”

[elithilanor]

The Bird Warden of Lórien

For Scribbles and Drabbles 2024 SFW Prompt 158 for Melpomaen

Summary: Recent orphans and transplants to Lóthlorien, Haldir and his brothers, deal with a slight difference in bird culture between the predominantly Silvan customs of their homeland and the more Ñoldorin culture of Lóthlorien. Loosely based on one of my potential hcs for the history of the Lórien bros who were orphaned during either the Ruin of Doriath or another loss in the Greenwood. Featuring: a young Orophin and a mildly injured bird, a very out of his depth Haldir, an absent Rúmil (sorry), and an attempt of cultural expose via birdhouses hanar - Sindarin for brother honeg - Sindarin for little brother

Orophin's lip trembles as he peers over the sketch book that he took from Rúmil's chest and ties the next piece of wood to the curved frame. He inspects the work as he strokes the feathers of the hawklet in the small box next to him and nods resolutely. "I won't let them force you to stay outside. I don't care what they say. You're a baby and babies need help when it's cold!"

"Honeg, who is leaving babies outside?" Haldir asks with concern as the recently matured elf steps inside their talan, shaking the snow from his oversized cloak before hanging it by the mantle. He shivers in the frigid air inside their home and sets to lighting the hearth. The mallorn branches crack as they flare to life and Haldir grimaces. He misses the smell of the forested oaks and firs of Eryn Galen.

Orophin rushes over and throws his arms around Haldir with a tight squeeze before flying back to the table and bringing the hawklet closer to the warming fire.

Haldir watches Orophin with an exhausted smile and runs his fingers through his little brother's hair, combing it back into a semblance of order.

"Are they leaving hawklets out in the forest, honeg, or are there other babies I should be worried about?" He pauses then sighs. "And where's Rú? I left him here to watch you."

Orophin's face scrunches as he frowns. "I don't need anyone to watch me! I'm not the baby!"

Haldir snorts and Orophin waves his hands in the air before pointing at the hawklet. "Rú went to get another bandage because his wing is broken. Hanar, hanar", he repeats in distress, his bright eyes filling with tears. "They were going to leave him outside to die." He hiccups as his sobs grow. "Th-the other elves said even though he was hurt that that's what nature intended and that he should DIE."

A rage grows inside Haldir at the idea. All elves had the responsibility to nurture and protect Yavanna's creatures, especially ones so young. To think that Orophin would be encouraged to abandon an injured hawklet was an insult to the Fruit-Giver.

"Who said this?" He asks, jaw clenched.

"The shiny, sparkly elves, hanar!"

Haldir sighs, a smile tugging at his lips. They did wear an unnecessary amount of jewelry. You could hear them coming up the paths during celebrations. Truly, while the Sindarin customs here in Lórien were of some familiarity to him, those of the prevalent Ñoldor often confused him still and were difficult to adapt to.

"The Ñoldor, honeg."

"That's what I said!" Orophin chirps back and Haldir knows he's lost the battle for the evening.

"Is that why you're building the houses?"

Oropher quiets and fidgets with the hem of his tunic. "I remember what they looked like when Lady Lúthien hung them in the trees and I wanted to try."

Haldir blinks back his tears, heartstrings tugging painfully. He wasn't sure his brothers had been old enough to remember much of Doriath, but he shouldn't have been surprised. The Eldar had long memories.

He clears his throat.

"You're right. I haven't seen any hanging here. But I don't see any hooks to put it up."

"It's too cold to put them outside, hanar. That's why I wanted to bring him inside. But the sparkly elves said I couldn't bring him to the infirmrary."

"Infirmary."

"Infirmary!"

Haldir smiles. "So you brought the hawklet home?"

"Mm! I know we don't have a lot of space, but -"

"It's alright. You're right, Oro. It's winter and it's our duty to keep our injured friends safe." Haldir had long resigned himself to Orophin's growing bird obsession. He was sure that by winter's end their small, shared talan would be inundated with fledglings. It would cause some strife with Rúmil who was struggling here, but they would work it out together well enough.

They always had.

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[ourlonelymountain]

Limbo

Sorrow hung in the air. An overall feeling of heaviness, like being trapped, unable to escape, creeped into her heart. She studied him as he added logs to the flames, the warm glow reflecting off his face.

The scenery felt somehow familiar to her. The pouring cold rain in contrast with the fire's warmth, the shelter and…being there with him.

“I must have loved you very much.” Her whispering voice trembled, and if it wasn’t for his elven sharp senses, he wouldn’t have heard her.

He stopped his actions and stared blankly into the fire for a while. “You did.”

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Since it is my birthday today, I decided to risk and post this mostly for myself. Just to prove myself that I can.

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[sachiko6243]

Let the poor woman come

Summary: some smut, but not too detailed, a surprise visit ;)

Generally this is just some short drabble from my story "The prophecy of the elvish warrior - a Haldir love story" which ccan be found on Wattpad and Ao3 (account name in my tumbler description) have fun with it 😉🥰

Word count: 1164

Warnings: smut, threesome, female orgasm, surprise visit from the elven daddy himself 😉 (but its mostly our blond warriors) Minors DNI !!!

Translation: hûn nin = my heart

I was completely bare between the two men. After our talk with Thranduil, they proceeded to rid me of my clothes and now here I was. Sitting on Haldirs lap, his cock deeply sheathed into my core, my legs spread by his strong thighs. Legolas kneeling in front of me, edging me. I was a quivering mess, sweat and slick sticking to my body, but it didn’t look like either of the elves cared. Haldir had stopped thrusting into me, just relishing my twitching pussy around his cock, leaving it up to Legolas to pull another orgasm from my body.

“So beautiful.” He murmured in my ear. “Do you like Legolas making you cum, meleth?” I let out another strangled moan, when Legolas finger danced over my clit. “Answer us, meleth. Tell us how good we make you feel.” Haldir pressed on, gripping my hips tighter, when I clenched around his cock. “Good!” I whined. “So good…”

A knock on the door interrupted us. “Yes?” Legolas answered, his voice sounding like he didn’t just finger me. To my fearful surprise the door opened and closed again. A light ‘thump’ indicated someone leaned against the wooden frame. Luckily the room we stayed in was rounding a corner, so from where the door was placed, you were unable to see the fireplace and bed. Legolas lips contorted in a devilish smile, when he started to stroke my clit again. From behind Haldir snuck a hand around my mouth to keep me from making a sound.

“I wondered…” My eyes went wide, when I realized it was Thranduil, who was standing there. “… whether it would be possible for you to help me organize a few things regarding the kingdom.” Slowing down his movement, to keep me from cumming, Legolas answered: “Of course, Adar. What exactly needs to be discussed?” The elven king sighted. “Ah just the way we intend to keep our borders safe. The war has strained our armies and as far as I am concerned the spiders did not seem to have gained as many casualties as we did.”

My muffled cry, forced Thranduil to stop mid explanation, but after a few seconds he kept on talking: “As well I want to show my apology by inviting you, Haldir and Visha to Mirkwood. I guess since the three of you are content to make this relationship work, I might as well invite her and the Commander to Mirkwood.”

“See it as done, Adar.” Legolas answered, not letting my face out of his sight. I was now twitching and panting from how close my orgasm was and I wondered why Thranduil didn’t pick on the tension and noises in the room. But my hopes were soon shattered on the ground, when the king spoke again: “Thank you, my son.” I heard him turn around, opening the door. “Ah and another thing. Let the poor woman cum. I am afraid the whole realm is yearning for her release.” Legolas chuckled between my legs, signaling for Haldir to take away his hand. “I will. Don’t worry.” Then, he circled my clit with the uttermost sinful touch, he ever used, pushing me over the edge. Even though I didn’t hear Thranduil leave the room, I couldn’t help myself. A loud moan, ripping from my chest, ringing through the room.

“Thank you.” Was the last thing I heard, before the door fell into its hinges. The sound shuttering through my body, freeing the insanity of what just happened.

“I fucking hate you!” I exclaimed. My breath still irregular. Legolas got up from his knees. “No, you love us.”

“Why did you do this? He is your father!” I asked, feeling something between arousal and embarrassment. “I will never be able to look him in the eye!” This had Legolas smirk again. “He was the one, prying on our intimate life. I guess he got what he wanted. Besides don’t tell me, you didn’t like it. I could see it in your eyes. The fear of being caught just went straight to your filthy little pussy, didn’t it?”

I gasped at his boldness, unsure what to say. He was right. I enjoyed the thrill of it, but I didn’t expect him to be this bold.

“Don’t worry hûn nin*. My father was never one to let people go against his believes and rules. If he really had a problem of engaging us in this situation, he would have waited. You know, elven hearing can be a big asset deciding whether to enter a room or not.” Legolas smiled at me, making his way to the bed, ridding him from the rest of his clothes.

Then he proceeded to take a seat on the broad bed in front of us. “Ride him.” Was all he said, slowly stroking his hard cock in his hand. I was stunned at his sudden change in demeanor. Legolas wasn’t usually the one to overtake Haldir in extruding dominance, but sometimes there were slight glimpses of the princes’ natural power slipping through. “What?” My voice was hoarse and thin of breath. Tilting his head to the side Legolas lips twisted into a cocky smile. “You heard my father. You are to be queen of Mirkwood at my side. Now show your commander what his queen likes. Take him as you please.”

I froze on the spot unsure of what to do. My brain reeling from the change of pace in the room. The newly found power sending butterflies through my stomach. Haldirs warm hand on my back startled me back into reality. I could feel him shuffle underneath me. Sliding towards the edge of the chair and leaning back. “Go on little starlight. Ride me. I am yours to take. Your throne to sit on. Well to be honest I would rather have you use my face as your throne, but this will do for now.”

His words had Legolas chuckle: “You see how eager the Commander is to please his queen? You are a natural.” “Both of you need an ego check.” I grumbled. “You are having way to much fun, teasing me like that and then throw me into cold water.”

Underneath me Haldir leaned forward, his lips brushing over my shoulder. “Would you rather have me rail you on the floor to Legolas feet?” Him growling into my ears, send goosebumps over my whole body and I involuntarily started to shiver.

Desperately trying to gain my stance back, I straightened up, forcing as much power into my voice that I could muster. “No. I am just fine.” Still unsure about what to do, I started to roll my hips in circular motions, as I was not able to do much more, since my feet barely touched the ground. But by the groaning noises coming from Haldir I was doing good. Following Legolas order, I completely focused on my own pleasure, riding my husband in the most sensual and deep way I ever did.

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[elfy-elf-imagines]

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- Elven Instinct - Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind - Epiphany - Courting a Human (Headcanons) - Fear of the Future - Adventurer from Earth (Headcanons) - First Kiss 

Maedhros: 

- Out of the Woods - Don’t Leave Me - Don’t Care If You Leave - Stop Pretending - Jealous - Light in the Dark - Jealous Headcanons

Finrod:

- I’m pregnant - You Come and Wake Me Up at 4am, To Cuddle - Finrod x Pregnant!reader (Headcanons) - Used to Be Mine | Part 2  - Choose Me

Thranduil: 

- Tolerate It - To Meet Under the Stars - In the Fields of Poppy - Same Spirit, Different Body - Too Late - Begin Again

Meludir:

- Don’t Cry - Small Surprises  - You Wake Me Up to Cuddle

Elladan:

- Champagne Problems | Part 2

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- Lovely to be Rained on with You - Is that my Shirt? (Drabble) - Not so Hopeless (Drabble) - You’re Mine and I Don’t Share (Drabble) - To Lose is to Die

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 - Please Don’t Cry. I Can’t Stand to See You Cry (Drabble) - Stop Biting that Fucking Lip (Drabble) - Meeting Haldir (Headcanons) - Rewrite the Stars 

Lindir: 

- Being in Love (Headcanons) - The Fickleness of Mortals - Return to Me | Part 2

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- General Headcanons - Bite Me - Cruel Summer 

Erestor: 

- High Fever

[coopsgirl]

Very sweet 😋

10 Types of Kisses

Various LOTR/TH x Reader

Pairings: Aragorn, Fili, Haldir, Kili, & Legolas x Reader (separately).

Pronouns: n/a.

Prompt(s): 10 types of kisses by @urfriendlywriter. You can find her post here. (I used 9/10 of them).

Word Count: 3.4k words (3415)

Warnings: No beta, we die like Boromir. open wounds (Aragorns + Fili's), marriage (Fili's), swearing (Kili's), mentions of battle + death + blood (Legolas).

Tree Speaks: I had a lot of fun writing this but it also went into territory that I'm not particularly comfortable with writing yet so we'll see how this pans out.

Translations: amad - mother, dwarrowdams - a term used for female dwarves.

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Published: 25/02/2023

1. Aragorn

soft kisses - where they're just lying beside you, hands playing with your hair as they trail tender kisses all over your lips

The two of you were meant to be sleeping of course, but the gloom of the mines made it hard to settle. You supposed that's why he pulled you away from the others slightly, to a spot just that bit further away.

Aragorn was on first watch as usual, having made it his task since the beginning of the journey, and always insisted that the hobbits and Gandalf got plenty of sleep. But with that came the usual knowing looks between the two of you as Aragorn knew his love wouldn't sleep unless he would.

So with that knowledge, and him sensing his love's rising anxiety at being trapped underground, it now brought them to this.

He tilted your head up from where it was resting against his chest, his hand cupping your face. Aragorn brushed a few loose strands of hair off your face from where it had fallen out of place as his own head tilted down towards yours. His hand gently entwined with your other, and he paused in his movements, allowing you to decide next.

You gently reached up, threading your hand through his long locks and gently pulling him down towards you. He pressed his lips to yours, mouth moving slowly, softly, intimately.

He pulled away, your lips chasing after his, a small smile gracing his lips as he pressed another kiss, and then another, and then another to your lips.

the type of kiss where you can't find words to say after, or the ones where your forehead lingers against each other's

Aragorn's horse trotted through helms deep, having just pulled him up from the river bed where if not found, he would've succumbed to his wounds. He dismounted his horse and received a scolding from Gimli before forcing himself up the staircases and into the deep.

Legolas rose from outside the doors, greeting his friend who believed him dead. The elf pulled him into a familiar embrace before pulling back and making a sarcastic comment about the ranger.

The elf turned a small smile gracing his face before yelling the name of a person. The ranger followed his line of sight. It fell on his love, you.

You looked up after the elf who yelled out to you, before seeing the man you mourned for standing with him. Abandoning your stuff, you ran to him, arms thrown over his shoulders and crushing him to your chest as a few sobs left you.

His arms encircled you as he leant his forehead against yours. He didn't care at that point about the mud caking him and he didn't think you cared enough at that point, so it made no odds on whether he was careful or not.

He pulled back slightly, raising his hand to caress your face before pressing his lips to yours. Tears left both of you as his mouth moved languidly with yours.

Aragorn pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. He wanted to say so much to you, fearing that he would never see you again but all thoughts left him as he wished to stay in this moment, longing for nothing but you.

2. Fili

messy kisses - curly hair, ruffled sheets and half-buttoned clothes as you just want more and at that moment, they're the most beautiful soul to you ever

The sun trickled in through the window, bypassing the curtains that hadn't been fully drawn across the night before. The young (ish) couple lounged in the bed, bodies pressed together as close as they could get with the few layers of clothes still between them.

He tilted your head up to meet his, his lips pressing against yours, moving languidly in the early morn. Fili reached up, hand caressing your courting and marriage braids that were still somewhat intact.

He groaned, feeling one of your hands gripping the hair at the base of his neck and the other slipping under his shirt across his chest.

Fili pulled back, eyes fluttering open to meet yours; your own half-lidded as you drew in a few stuttering breaths. It was a pleasant greeting from your love first thing in the morning, one that you would be against again.

You gazed up at Fili, the dwarf hovering over you, careful not to rest his entire body weight on you. The tressels of sunlight filtered through his hair, causing a glow to shine over him.

His eyes trailed over your face, memorising every detail as if it was the first time he saw you.

kisses on your body ♡ frail kisses on your shoulder! on your lower back, belly and trailing to your neck, collarbones, lips.

A cry of pain left your lips.

Oin pulled the blood-soaked cloth away from where it was pressed tightly against your side. The infection from the arrow had spread, the orcs having laced it with something deadly.

The pain wasn't something Fili wished on anyone, much less you. So he did his best to comfort you whilst the infection ransacked your body. His hands firmly held you, one holding the back of your head, and the other gripping your forearm to stop you from forcing Oin's hand away from the wound he was trying his best to treat.

After Oin had doused the cut in water, trying to flood any dirt that wormed its way in, Fili pulled you closer. The healer moved back to gather some more altheas and cloths, leaving you curled against your prince's chest.

Fili dropped his head down to your shoulder, as your tears continued to douse his shirt - not that he cared as it was covered in sweat, grime, and whatever else from the trip across middle earth - his hand on your head slipping down to the back of your neck, stroking his fingers in what he hoped was a soothing pattern.

He pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder, the fabric of your tunic had been pulled away, cut away for easier access. It would need replacing, he noted, but hoped that it would be enough to cover you until the sun rose again.

Fili continued his ministrations, pressing another kiss further up your shoulder. And then another at the junction where it met your neck. He considered pressing one to your neck, in that one spot he knew made you shiver, but with the way you were sitting in his lap you were already considered improper in public, so he begrudgingly decided against it.

Oin chose to return at that moment, pressing the churned-up altheas against your wound and then tying the cleanest cloth over it. You cried out in pain, more tears falling. It was like someone was driving a burning knife into your arm, over, and over, and over again. The pain rolling in waves.

Fili kept whispering words of praises and comfort, the Kadzhul translations lost in your mind as all you could feel was the pain, and him.

The knot was finally tied on the bandage. Fili slid his hand from the back of your neck to cup your face, pressing a chaste kiss against your forehead before leaning his own upon yours.

I'm here, you're safe now, I love you, the action spoke more words than Fili could find himself saying.

3. Haldir

lazy kisses as they admire you - fingers delicately trialing your jaw as they kiss your lips

"Haldir," you groaned, leaning back against his chest, head turned up to face him. A smile graced his lips, his eyes locked with yours, shining full of love.

It wasn't often you got to spend a prolonged period of time with your Marchwarden, especially with him being gone for months at a time to guard Lothlórien's borders. So any time you spent with him was precious, even if you knew he would be leaving at the end of it again.

The braid in his hair was loose, albeit from your hands running through his hair earlier, causing him to have a sexy, but dishevelled look. The thought of elves being supermodels no matter what state they were in flashed through your mind again causing you to chuckle slightly.

Haldir raised his hand, letting it linger under your jaw as he delicately leaned down to place another kiss against your lips. Warmth bloomed through you and as his lips moved against yours, all thought about him having to leave again in a few days retreated into the depths of your mind.

You were drunk off the taste of him, off his kisses as he stole your breath each time. And nothing would ever change that.

goodbye kisses - kisses lingering like liquor in each other's lips, bitter but sweet, "I'll always come back to you, love. you're my home after all."

The boats gifted to the fellowship had just finished being prepared and were packed full of provisions to last you a good while.

The thought of having to leave your home again haunted you but not just because it was where you lived. No, because this time you were leaving your love, not knowing when you were to see him again. He was your home.

The Marchwarden was allowed to see his love off, having been granted a week's leave whilst you and the fellowship recovered and stayed in Caras Galadhon, Lothlórien. After you were sent as an emissary to Imladris, Rivendell in the common tongue, and word had returned that you had embarked on a journey to destroy the one ring, Haldir was worried for you.

He knew the history of the ring, as did most if not all elves and was worried about the dangers you may face. He knew that you could protect yourself, having been a sparring partner against you for years, but the worry did not dissipate.

He met you at the shoreline, his hand over his heart in the traditional greeting before he held your hand in his. Sadness filled his eyes as he wished not to see you leave, but knowing that this was a journey you were willing to take.

Haldir leant his head against yours as he fixed the cloak hung around your shoulders, ensuring that the broach was attached properly.

His hands lingered on your waist as he prepared himself to say goodbye again. It was one thing being the one who was leaving, but now that he was on the receiving side for once, he now knew how your heart felt each time he went on patrol. That feeling of not knowing if you were coming back or not eating at his heart.

Your hand on his cheek stole his spiralling mind from his thoughts as your lips pressed against his. A tear threatened to leave his eye as he consumed your kiss like a drug. The fear bubbling in his chest soothing to make way for the love he held for you but the melancholy feeling at having to be parted from you made it more bittersweet than anything.

His lips lingered over yours as you pulled away, his hand raising to stoke a strand of hair back from your face. Haldir wished he could keep you here in his arms but understood the task you had undertaken would not be dropped lightly.

4. Kili

kissing and realising this is the person you'll always love, you'll always want to touch and snuggle with

Kili didn't think he could hold you any closer than he currently was.

You were practically melded into him, hands gripping tightly to the back of his jacket. The clothing was still damp from the thunderous storm you had walked through, but nonetheless had to still wear.

The terror that shot through him as the thunder giant collided with the mountain, believing that he had lost not only his brother but you as well, was something he never wished to feel again. His hands trembled slightly at the thought.

He shifted slightly, taking some pressure off his shoulder whilst pulling you upwards slightly so you were level with him. The ground wasn't pleasant to lie on, less so on his side, and even less so with damp clothes on, but Kili knew this was the company's best option right now.

Kili rested his head against yours, his eyes meeting yours. He nudged his nose with yours affectionately, giving you time to pull away.

It was something he always did, you noted. Every time he wanted to kiss you but couldn't find the words to say it, or was surrounded by too many prying eyes, he did that. Gave you that tell that allowed you to decide what happens next.

You tentatively leant forwards, tilting your head upwards ever so slightly, letting your lips press against his. There was no rush. No incessant desire to pull the other closer, just him.

Kili moved his lips slowly with yours, savouring every moment that he got with you. Fuck, he loved you. The realisation pulled at his heartstrings more, knowing that he could've lost you today.

prohibited kiss - you're not even supposed to be seeing each other but your hands are on his hair and his hands around your waist, lower bodies pressing into each other as you kiss

Laughter radiated through your body as you were pulled through the endless turns and corridors of Erebor. The stone walls were lined with torches and braziers all lit with fires burning brightly.

To anyone else, it would be a maze, a catacomb of tunnels that unless sense was made of them, would surely lead to your demise. But years of living there had engraved the pathways into your mind, and no doubt Kili's.

His hand dragged you to a secluded corner, himself coming to a halt. He could no longer hear the guards trying to follow the two of you. Pride flooded his chest as he gazed back at you, finally alone with his betrothed.

You were finally able to get a good look at him, now that he didn't have all the dwarrowdams fawning over him. Even if he wasn't "beautiful" by dwarf standards, he was still a prince and would have people trying to gain his favour.

But his title didn't matter to you. Kili did.

And by the creator himself, did you love the way he looked. His hair tousled from the running, and the short beard he was so desperately trying to grow accentuated his face.

But the ceremonial robes that hung to his body? You couldn't resist.

He found himself pushed back, pinned against the pillar. Kili's eyes locked with yours, the same fire of desire within him, burning through you.

Your lips pressed with his, mouths moving frantically with the others. Your hands that gripped onto the front of his robes slid up, trailing up his neck and into his hair, pulling slightly to press him into you more.  A groan left him at a particularly harsh tug before your hand moved to trace his courting braid.

He pulled away, panting, breathless, kissing you again and pulling you into him, arms gripping your waist, hands in his hair, your bodies practically merging into one. If his Amad caught him now, he wouldn't even have to face the scornful looks of Dwalin, he would already be lying in his grave.

But could he let you go? Fuck no.

5. Legolas

shy kisses - when you're the one pulling them closer, and they nuzzle their face in your crook after the kiss, hands around your waist as their ears get red

You were scared. If anything you were currently lustful, but you were about to fight in a war against ten thousand troops with an army of less than a third of that. So you were scared.

Legolas had turned to where you leant against one of the pillars, choosing to come and check all the fastenings on your armour. He was meticulous and methodical as he went to each and every one, adjusting where he deemed necessary whilst checking it caused you no discomfort.

A soft smile graced your face, as you watch his gentle movements before reaching out to cup his face in one of your hands. A blush, so subtle anyone who didn’t know Legolas would miss it, warmed his face, his head lifting and eyes locking with yours. It was as if he was staring straight into your soul, his piercing grey eyes full of love but fear.

You pulled him towards you, Legolas leaning his head down as his hand held over yours on his face, the other resting gently on your waist. Leaning up, you gently pressed your lips to his. Just once, mind you, the action as tender as possible, letting him come to you.

Legolas leant into you, pressing his lips back against yours, moving at a slow pace. He wanted to savour this moment as much as possible before the two of you walked to what could be your deaths.

ahem.

The clearing of the person's throat sprung the two of you apart, you mentally preparing for the endless stream of apologies to whichever passerby caught you, only for it to be someone you knew all too well.

"Aragorn." You spoke, heavily embarrassed to be caught with your lover.

The ranger looked between the two of you, his face being that awful neutral resting one making it so you couldn't judge his feelings on the matter. Aragorn must have read the panic starting to creep up in you as a teasing smile broke out.

“I have no qualms with this,” he began before looking over his shoulder towards the entrance of the armoury, “but the people of Rohan may not be as forgiving if you are caught.”

He turned on his heel, making his way up the staircase and leaving the two to their devices.

A moment passed and then a chuckle left your lips as a sigh left Legolas’. His head fell to your shoulder as the blush absconding his cheeks spread like wildfire tinting his ears a rosy colour.

At least it was only Aragorn, you mused, If Gimli had found you then he wouldn’t stop teasing your elf.

kisses of reassurance - saying that you're safe, still with them, that your heart is still beating wildly in your chest, that they couldn't get rid of you if they tried, that for some insane reason, you're not dead yet

Your chest heaved, trying to inhale as much air as possible as you sprinted up the mud-soaked hill. Aragorn had yelled for the soldiers to retreat into Minas Tirith and you were making your way as fast as you could until an arrow pierced your shoulder.

The doors were closed and sealed as you entered alongside the last few stragglers, a resounding bang from the wood hitting the stone frame. The room spun on its axis.

The throbbing pain in your arm continued, each ebb seeming stronger which was probably due to the adrenaline wearing off. Maybe you should've stayed fighting, it surely couldn't hurt as much as your arm did, you thought as your uninjured arm reached out to hold yourself up against the wall.

Giving up on keeping yourself upright, you slid falling somewhat ungracefully to the floor, blood dripping from your wound and soaking your sleeve. It was funny how much damage one arrow could cause.

You blinked.

The sun had risen, and from where you could see it, it was around mid-morning. Your eyes focused and you could see a worried face in a sea of platinum blonde hair. Legolas.

Ignoring the sound of the elf’s worry, you pushed yourself up into a seated position, as he gracefully knelt down next to you. His hands mindlessly moved to cup your face, as he had to pull his eyes away from your crudely bandaged arm. The arrow had been jagged and cut more as it pierced you, causing more blood to be lost.

Your hand covered one of his as Legolas moved to press his forehead to yours.

“I'm okay,” you whispered, breaking the silence between the two of you. Your thumb stroked the back of his hand absentmindedly, as you tilted your head up, meeting his lips with yours. It was one of desperation, longing and fear. A shuddered breath left you as the two of you broke apart.

“We’re okay.”

[errruvande]

Haldir (as his beautiful face was everywhere) and wool.

(this is for the drabble!)

Emma, thank you for your participation 💖

This ended up being heavy on the ficlet side, then a drabble, but oh, what should I do 😅

It was a long few weeks of Haldir's absence. Being married to him for almost a millennium, you grew almost comfortable with your husband's frequent absence. After all, you knew who you were marrying, you knew exactly how little of him you'd get in your life, from his duty was to scout the borders of your beautiful home and, if needed, to lead the army of the elves of Lothlorien into battle, thought you've been brushing the last thought from your mind, for the horror would lie too heavy on your heart if it comes to that end.

In lack of Haldir by your side you found yourself a hobby to keep you busy, distracting your eager mind from the gloomy thoughts of your husband's wellbeing.

Once the market in Caras Galadhon was full of new items from both Lothlorien and the lands further south, such as golden fields of Rohan and distressed Gondor, you decided to buy some wool to weave yourself a warm cloak. Then, it was a challenge to reckon with. One day, when Haldir returned from his scouting, he rashed to your shared talan only to find you tangled in the yarn, the weaving wheel laying on it's side on the floor next to your whimpering figure.

Now, you were well known as a marvelous weaver, and have been making cloaks and gowns for all the elleths in Lorien.

You were sitting at the table in your talan, weaving yet another grey cloak, when you heard the door creaking, light steps becoming closer and closer to you.

“Meleth nîn!” You would recognize his scent, the way he breathes and walks with your eyes closed. You jumped from your seat to welcome Haldir, as he finally came home from another patrol.

“Y/N…” Haldir cupped your cheeks, bowing his head just slightly to touch your forehead with his, and slowly succumbed into a long desired kiss.

After every patrol you kissed him for the first time in your life, the kiss is so intimate and soft, it feels like a gentle breeze caressing your lips. You missed this. With every inch of your being.

Your hands were resting on his chest, softly brushing the thin material of his tunic, as he lowered one of his hands to take in your palm. “I've missed you terribly, meleth”

You felt so desperate, letting his lips part from yours when you only wanted them to linger and take all the air away from your lungs, that feeling alone made you whimper silently.

But that was the time, when Haldir took your hand in his and lifted it to look at your palm closely, your fingers shaking a little from the long days of weaving, little blisters shining on the their tips.

“You should take some time off, love.” he didn't hesitate to press your palm to his lips and kiss it softly, moving along each of your fingers, pecking them in tiny little kisses. “You should not work at a loss of your health.”

“I would gladly not work at all, my love,” you watched him grazing your hand with kisses, his clear blue eyes locked on yours. “but then I would be thinking about you without a rest, and that will cause more loss of my health than a slightly shaking fingers”

Haldir chuckled softly, bringing the second palm of yours to his face and kissing the tips of your fingers gently. He started walking on you, leading you away from the wool and the weaving wheel, so you could stop thinking about your work at least for a few minutes.

“Is that new?” He noticed a blanket spread on top of the big bed, blue with a deep green ornament on it. You nodded.

“Made it a few days ago” you glanced over the bed, tugging your palms out from Haldir's grip and placing them around his waist, that fitted so perfectly between your hands, and pressed yourself to his body.

“Shall we test if it is soft enough?” You saw his face lighted with a smile, a light chuckle leaving his mouth, as he made another step, pressing your calves to the bed.

“Meleth, I have work to be done…” Haldir could definitely hear a note of disappointment in your airy voice, as you sat on the bed, looking him in the eyes, hands still curled around his muscular waist.

“Your husband just returned from a month-long patrol.” He reached your face with his palm and grazed your cheek with his soft fingers carefully, sending a light shiver down your neck. “I think they will understand.”

You stretched one of your arms beside you, leaning to your back and watching Haldir bending over you to gift you a soft kiss on the neck. The woolen blanket feels soft and delicate under your touch, just as the kisses your husband showering your naked areas of skin with, forcing a little whine to exit your mouth.

“Perhaps they will”

Send me a word and a character: LOTR/TH, TLK or VIKINGS - and I will try and write a drabble or ficlet ✨

[elithilanor]

Hi! :) okay, I made a list with some Lorien boi questions!

Rumil:

I know you’ve said before that he’s pretty calm most of the time, but does he have a good sense of humor or is it more of a cold calmness?

Does he ever get get bashful about having to explain BDSM protocol to others or does he see the subject as neutral? 

How does he interact with softer/newer subs? 

What is his biggest pet peeve? 

Is he a good listener?

Does he yearn to travel, or does he prefer his home city?

Orophin:

You can tell me if I’m off, but it sounds to me like he has a lot of energy to spare. Does he like to engage in sports/extracurriculars? if so, what kind? Do his crazy stunts ever get him into trouble?

What is he like when one of his friends/family members have a bad day?

Does he often wrestle/play fight with his brothers? If so, who usually starts it and who finishes it?

He strikes me as someone who is very outdoorsy and would rather sleep by a campfire than inside. Is that true?

Does he have romantic, non-sexual relationships?

Is he a cuddly with those he’s close to?

Haldir:

Okay… I just read you Haldir Returns Home fic and it honestly made my day. I love your OFC in that one. She just seems so sweet and worshipful of him. I know she’s a reader insert, but do you have any details about her/their relationship? Especially the non-sexual kneeling hc. Also, would it be okay if I requested a short drabble with them this October for my birthday?

Thanks!

LÓRIEN BOIS ASKS

I cannot begin to explain how excited and happy I am for this. I love asks, I love specific asks and requests, and I love my blorbos. You and @ sotwk have the best asks. You also get brownie points for asking about the bois that never get love and traction here: Rúmil and Orophin. My babies of the heart.

Now, questions!!!

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Rumil:

I know you’ve said before that he’s pretty calm most of the time, but does he have a good sense of humor or is it more of a cold calmness?

He's got a very dry sense of humor, but he's actually fairly easy-going and quick to laugh. His default is kind of resting bitch and tracking your movements face and he's cold calmness out on patrol, but he's actually a really good time when out at a party. He's just not usually leading the conversation. He likes people watching.

Does he ever get get bashful about having to explain BDSM protocol to others or does he see the subject as neutral?

Lol no he does not. He sees BDSM (and sex in general) as a very healthy and natural part of existence and has no shame in it. He may not reveal his personal preferences and past experiences with someone he's not planning on playing with or teaching, but he has no qualms about the subject at all.

He finds it hysterical when Haldir asks him about anything BDSM-related because Haldir is incredibly bashful about it, even if he tries to put on a good face.

I tend to HC that Elvish societies are less prudish about sex overall than Mannish societies and the fact that he was raised Silvan makes it even less so.

How does he interact with softer/newer subs?

Overall, he treats them similarly in that he's a lot gentler with them.

Rúmil's not very verbally expressive during play normally, so he tends to guide softer subs around more with soft touches instead of harsh tugs or slaps. He prefers harder play, so he's likely only to take a soft sub if they're newer, want to try a new type of play, if they've had traumatic experiences and want something safe and controlled, or it's a compatibility test for something more intense.

For newer subs specifically, he makes an effort to be more verbal with them in a way he's typically not in play: asking more clarifying questions, explaining what he's doing before he does it and maybe even expected sensations, checking in more often and requiring verbal confirmation of consent, and even giving a lot of verbal feedback or praise. He starts slow and builds with newer subs and he's really big on sitting down and having almost like a date with them just to get to know them and their goals beforehand.

What is his biggest pet peeve?

That the patrol talans aren't being put back into the order he left them in. It's easier to settle in, keep things clean, and find important tools in an emergency if things are kept to his (or any) standards.

Laundry anywhere it shouldn't be. Like the floor, Orophin!

Is he a good listener?

Yes, absolutely. Laser-focused and very intense, especially if it's about BDSM. Haldir and Orophin both have better memories than he does so he takes the time to write down important dates or sexual preferences and other information so he can refer back to/memorize it. Once he puts it to paper, he's generally pretty good after that.

It's actually why he started painting, to vividly remember landscapes and embed them in his memories.

Does he yearn to travel, or does he prefer his home city?

Mmm. He enjoys traveling, but its not something he craves. He honestly tends to get around a decent amount (visiting Mirkwood for some festivals and important holidays - I HC they were born here and have extended family and friends there; patrolling all over Lothlórien over the centuries; escorting guests and Celebrían; and traveling to Imladris for diplomatic conferences or patrol exchanges; and so forth) and doesn't see the need to do more than he already does. Every once in a while, he'll go for a weekend trip somewhere, but its mostly for a change of scenery and some quite.

Haldir was often stationed in nearby human settlements before he was promoted to Captain and then Chief and so forth and he would visit him, as well.

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Orophin:

You can tell me if I’m off, but it sounds to me like he has a lot of energy to spare. Does he like to engage in sports/extracurriculars? if so, what kind?

YES!! Thank you!!! You get it!

And actually, not really! There's a couple I could say, but I also think the basic ability/information for them are common to any Galadhrim, warden elf. Hiking, walking, camping, plant and animal identification. He's quite good at them all and specifically specializes in tracking, but that just kind of comes with the territory. He does really like butterflies, though.

He loves to swim in any body of water he finds and perch high up in the mallorn trees and watch the seasons change.

Do his crazy stunts ever get him into trouble?

All the fucking time. He doesn't get injured as much as he did as an elfling (Tawarwaith - Woodelves/Silvan- elflings fall from trees says one of my favorite Mirkwood world-building authors, SpaceAsmatic, on ao3), but he still ends up in hysterical situations.

To date, he has cartwheeled, somersaulted, and fell out of a patrol talan onto Lord Celeborn. More than once. Celeborn thinks it's hilarious, but no one except Galadriel and Elrond will ever find out. He has to maintain his stern demeanor with his wardens. Elrond finds out because the trees are different in Imladris and he always has to adjust to new tree heights and branch stability. He broke an arm last time he was there.

He and Legolas get on like a house on fire. Everyone gives them a wide berth when they're together and Elrond puts the healing wing on standby.

It mostly gets him out of trouble to be honest, because parkouring across tree-tops is really great for orc evasion.

What is he like when one of his friends/family members have a bad day?

Typically he gets a bit quieter and softer; more reserved. Most of those he's close to have a bad day due to overwork (Haldir) or over stimulation from stress so he kind of follows them around and assists them where he can. He likes to open windows and coerce people onto balconies for some fresh air and sun.

If people are up for it, he'll take them out drinking or partying and he'll take point so they don't have to focus on the details. He'll get you home safely. He'll be drunk as shit, but he'll get you home!

Does he often wrestle/play fight with his brothers? If so, who usually starts it and who finishes it?

I wouldn't say often and when they do it's nothing serious. Just a fun joke and lots of posturing; no one's trying to do any damage.

Haldir or Rúmil usually start it (after Orophin has goaded them) and they usually finish it while Orophin just wheezes laughing.

If Haldir and Rúmil ever are fighting, then something is very, very wrong. Like someone died wrong.

He strikes me as someone who is very outdoorsy and would rather sleep by a campfire than inside. Is that true?

No, but only because after every night he's forced to sleep on the forest floor or on a bare slat during patrols and battles, he refuses to give up the comforts and warmth of his bed at home any more than he has to.

(He likes everything else about the outdoors, though.)

Does he have romantic, non-sexual relationships?

Eh, he kind of has flings sometimes? What he really has is a large, close knit group of friends with kissing and cuddling benefits.

Is he cuddly with those he’s close to?

Incredibly! He's very tactile and often has a hand on someone or is dragging them somewhere. Loves chilling in meadows in a dog pile of his friends.

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Haldir:

Okay… I just read you Haldir Returns Home fic and it honestly made my day. I love your OFC in that one. She just seems so sweet and worshipful of him. I know she’s a reader insert, but do you have any details about her/their relationship? Especially the non-sexual kneeling hc.

Thank you!!!! You're so kind! Yeah, I fucking love her and them too. I always try and write other pairings, but in the end I end up having WIPs with them too.

Since the submissive Haldir discussion has been going around, I've actually added three new WIPs for Haldir and my OFC all featuring subby Haldir in various stages of their jouney regarding his submission. One is actually her basically trying to get him to accept compliments and praise through worship so. I think that may have answered part of your question.

I do have a non-sexual kneeling drabble in that list, too. Because them. Sigh.

Hmm Facts about OFC (who is my OFC for my full HC Haldir, whereas the ones created for Sotwk and labeled as such are a mix of my HCs and hers for her requests):

-I haven't yet decided on a profession for her, but I'm leaning seamstress or herbalist. I had been debating archivist, but I think I'm giving that to my fem!Haldir x fem!Reader in the future. Not that it technically matters, but semantics.

-She's good at holding a grudge with everyone in world except Haldir (not that he tends to upset her very often)

-She refuses to have a favorite season; it’s very rude and they all have their benefits and magic

-She loves lemon (hence Haldir's famed Lemon Tarts)

-She tends to get overstimulated by noise easily

-She had too many houseplants. She and Haldir had to come to compromise (she lost; her consolation prize for almost-solely kitchen herb plants in the house now is garden walks with his brothers)

-She’s afraid of heights. It makes living in trees the fucking worst (patrol towers and the Council Hall are the worst offenders because they’re extra high up)

Also, would it be okay if I requested a short drabble with them this October for my birthday?

Yes! :) Thank you for asking (and good call on starting the request early haha). If you want it posted for everyone, go ahead and drop your request in my ask box, but if you'd prefer something just for yourself, please feel free to send me a message!

Also, hello, fellow October birthday babe!! You a Scorpio or a Libra?

[ourlonelymountain]

Bereft

“You will never be unloved by me. My heart will always find its way back to you, Marchwarden.”

The steady, gentle breathing light lit her tranquil face, in shades of orange and gold. She was resting peacefully while he felt numb. Staring blankly at his hands, he found himself unable to feel anything anymore. Not even the terror or rage he felt when he found her small, bloodied body lying contorted among dead orcs. The gruesome image of such pure and perfect beauty lying between those abominable creatures will haunt him for eternity. His love was swept away from him.

[hhimring]

Self-rec list: Beleg

@sindarweek

In in-universe chronological order:

On the bonnie banks of Ivrin

Beleg enters Beleriand.

Such Great Deeds

Beleg and Fingon, from the Mereth Aderthad to the Dagor Nirnaeth Arnoediad.

Also features Mablung, Cirdan, and (briefly) Thingol.

"Because my Land is Fair" and other drabbles

Beleg and Annael in Hithlum (first drabble).

Namesakes

Just before the Fifth Battle of Beleriand, Beleg meets Haldir of the Haladin. (Much later, Haldir of Lothlorien is introduced to a re-embodied Beleg in Valinor.)

We Two, From the Wars

After the loss of the Battle of Unnumbered Tears, Beleg and Mablung arrive back in Doriath.

Your News is All of Woe

Beleg brings news of the lost battle to the Haladin and to Gloredhel.

In crafts of making he had less skill

Beleg teaches young Turin.

In Dor-Cuarthol

Beleg cures one of the outlaws, Algund.

In Taur-nu-fuin

Beleg and Gwindor in Taur-nu-fuin.

Before the Coming of the End

Beleg rescues Turin one more time before the Dagor Dagorath.

(These pieces are of greatly varying length.)

[positivitylane112]

𝒩avigation✧

☙Introduction:

ℋello loves !!! A bit about me , I am an April taurus. She/Her. Birthday is 4/26. I am 5’2 ½ ft. tall ! I am a brown POC 🇮🇳 [Person of Color]. ਖਾਸ ਤੌਰ 'ਤੇ ਮੈਂ ਪੰਜਾਬੀ ਹਾਂ [yes i used google translate for this , but I am currently still learning]I love reading and writing! [of course I do , why would I be here ? Sorry that was kinda stupid ☠] ← I do that a lot. [put my own personal thoughts & commentary in brackets] I apologize for that beforehand 😅 I find myself doing that a lot in any of my writing. But I will try to limit myself as much as possible. I also love rainy weather , and hot chocolate !!🚩PINEAPPLE DOESN’T BELONG ON PIZZA, get that shit off of there 👊🚩I also hate peas . I hate them thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much. Matar [peas] belong in the gutter. One more thing , I have MDD [Maladaptive Daydream Disorder]. And I use fanfictions as an escapism method. But anyways, I cannot wait to meet you and write things for you. [lemme spoil u bbg 😘 😝]

☙rules & regulations:

♥I will write fluff , smut , angst & yandere 🤭

♥Drabbles are around 800-1k words , full fics can be anywhere from 1k-3k-5k

♥ 🚩THIS BLOG WILL CONTAIN YANDERE FICS 🚩

♥ Hate will not be tolerated on this blog, if you do not like my content then block me lmao

☙who i will write for:

fandoms:

♥Marvel : Steve Rogers , Bucky Barnes , Loki , Thor , Clint , Natasha Romanoff , Tony Stark , Sam Wilson , T’challa , Shuri , Kukulkan [anyone else you may wish] 🚩Not Currently in the Mood for Writing for🚩

♥Star Wars : Anakin Skywalker , Obi-wan Kenobi , Luke Skywalker , Han Solo , Abedala , Princess Leia [anyone else you may think of] 🚩Not Currently in the Mood for Writing for🚩

♥Lord of the Rings / Fellowship of the Ring : Legolas , Thranduil , Aragorn , Haldir , Elrond , Lindir [anyone else you may think of] 🚩Not Currently in the Mood for Writing for 🚩

♥Footballers[Soccer Players] : Anyone and Everyone baby 🇵🇹🇲🇽🇫🇷🇦🇷🇧🇷🇪🇸🇭🇷🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 [god I have THE BIGGEST hyperfixation on them rn😚😆] 💚SEND REQUESTS PLSSSS 💚

♥DBH/Detroit Become Human : Connor , Markus , Hank , Ralph [he´s so underrated , god😭] Kiara [anyone else you may want] 🚩Not Currently in the Mood for Writing for 🚩

♥Resident Evil : Leon Kennedy , Chris , [anyone else you may want] 🚩Not Currently in the Mood for Writing for🚩

☙yandere oc´s :

Yandere pro Athlete [🤭] : ♥Bandaging him when he gets hurt

♥Him getting jealous over your fans [Athlete reader]

♥Finding out you play a sport[Athlete reader]

💚 Send Requests for him pleaseeeee 😭 💚

Yandere Model : ♥Introduction/drabble

[absentmindeduniverse]

"I've known how to live my life before you. (...) So have I. And now I don't"

He spoke little but his words were incredibly meaningful 😭.

I love that they are both broken or in search of healing but never asking for it. Yet, they find it at Helm's Deep, of all the places in the world.

I love it.

With a Kiss

My contribution to the Tolkien Secret Santa 2018. Based off a prompt I found at I don’t remember what imagines blog “Imagine being a healer and saving Haldir after the battle of Helm’s deep only for him to fall in love with you” I can’t for the love of my life remember which site it was. Songspirations, as requested :  Far across the land by Eurielle & Ryan Louder and Meet Me On The Battlefield by SVRCINA.

I’m tagging @beaflower77 ,because I consider this fic a sort of a prequel for “Autumn hands”, and I remember you liked it. 

I’ll reblog this on Monday again, tagging my giftee. 

With a Kiss

This one was dying. One didn’t need to be a healer to see that. His breath was shallow, and the blood was seeping out of the open wounds incessantly. His whole body was glowing with the last effort to heal itself, to cling onto life, like it happened to each of your kind, you’d seen on the threshold of Mandos.

Afficher davantage

[epilogue-and-prologue]

Masterlist - LOTR & Hobbit

The Hobbit (movie)

What tattoo do they have, where and what’s the significance if there is any? - All characters - Physical/Tattoos/Mentions of loss

Thorin Oakenshield

Saying to Thorin you'd want to live in Lothlorien - Drabble - Thorin & Reader - Future Follow-up Piece to be posted ;)

No Title - Childhood Friends to Enemies to Lovers - Thorin x Elf!Reader

Words Etched On Skin - Pranks/Humour/Soulmate!AU - Thorin x F!Reader

I'm everybody's favourite toy but nobody's favourite love - Poverty/Prostitution(mentions of)/Use of Y/N/Fluff - Thorin x Sex Worker!Reader

Fili Durin

Words - Ask/Prompt- Fairy Tale!AU/Happy Ending/Fluff/Angst - Fili x F!Reader

Thranduil

Affections - Miscommunication/Rejection/Angst/Happy Ending/Reader's Legolas friend first - Thranduil x F!Reader

Lord of the Rings (movies)

Eomer

Promises - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 - Romantic/Three Parts/Unrequited love/Loss/Guilt/Angst with a fluffy ending - Eomer x F!Reader

Happiness - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 - Romantic/Three Parts/Arranged Marriage/Heavy angst with a fluffy end/Pregnancy/Mentions of grief and deaths - Eomer x F!Reader

Blue Moon - One-Shot - Romantic/Humble Worker/Reader loves horses - Eomer x Reader

Haldir

Holding On - One-Shot - Romantic/Miscommunications/Haldir is being mean on accident/Exhaustion/Lack of sleep/Delayed Proposal of sorts - Haldir x Reader

[shirefantasies]

Omgg I loved the Haldir post so much and I'm so glad my silly little oc drabble inspired you 😭❤

it definitely brightened my day🙏 tysm !!

I am half asleep rn so I can not get my brain to form more words but again I hope your recovery is very speedy and everything works out!! ❤

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Yay I’m glad! Heck yeah, I don’t see elves being silly enough so perfect opportunity 😌😌😌 also thanks! Going to the doctor this afternoon since my specialist refused to see me…the ER said they would but they said no ❤️

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Let go for us

Summary: Haldir asked Thranduil to join him in a night with his wife.

This drabble was made in request of @anon3478

Word count: 3316

Warnings: smut, pure smut, praise kink, rough, threesome, aftercare, hard dom Haldir, softer dom Thranduil Minors DNI

When I came back to our room for the night, I was surprised to see the elven king himself be sitting on an armchair. He was lounging comfortably, a goblet of wine in his hand. I stopped dead in my tracks, completely forgetting what I was supposed to do. “Aren’t you expected to bow to your king?” Thranduil asked, a cocky smile on his lips. Immediately I bowed my head, not daring to say a word.

“Good girl.” He coed, watching me thoroughly. I kept my head low to hide my blush, finally able to find my voice again. “Excuse the question, my king, but what exactly are you doing in the quarters of my husband and me?” Thranduil wasn’t the one answering. I felt Haldir step behind me, stroking my arms. “I talked to him.”

“About what?” I asked, afraid of the answer.

“About him joining us, meleth.”

I froze in shock. Eyes wide, trained on Thranduil, like a prey being trapped by its predator, while Haldir kept on talking: “I offered him to stay for the night, if you want. It is your choice to make, my little star. If you want him gone, he will go, no further interactions, no talk, nothing. But if you want him to stay, you have to decide, whether he is going to just watch, or participate. What do you want?” I couldn’t comprehend what he was saying, far too caught up in those pale blue eyes of my king. He was watching me with the same stoic but deep eyes he always used, when he tried to read his opponent.

“What is your decision, meleth?” Haldir asked again, kissing down my neck, hooking his fingers under the straps of my dress. My body was feeling hot and I swore I could catch fire any second. I should deny it. I should stop the fire and ban my mind from wandering the filthy path of those two men. But I couldn’t. I wanted them. Both. Rough and dominant. Now. “I want…” I whispered, voice breaking at the end. “I want him to stay.” Without any further question, Haldir ripped my dress from my body. Splitting it down the middle with pure force.

I shrieked at the sudden demonstration of his strength, but the fear struck something deep in my body, I didn’t know existed. The dress, now bunched around my ankles, leaving me bare chested and just in my panties for the king to see. He cleared his throat, putting down the goblet, letting his eyes wander over my body. Taking in any curve. Everything. Haldirs lips were again crushing on my skin, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses on my shoulders and neck. “Go on, meleth. Do you want him to just watch, or be part of it?”

“He… I want him to participate…” My voice was hoarse and shaky, but I managed to get the words out. A slight push from Haldir made me take a few steps towards Thranduil. “Then show him, what a good little girl you can be. Serve your king.”

Stopping right in front of Thranduil I looked at him, slightly scared but quivering in anticipation of what was about to happen. He rose from his seat, carefully taking my chin in his hand, tilting my head up. “Such a beautiful, little leaf.” Taking his time, he let his hands wander over my body, always checking in, if I gave him my consent. But who was I to deny such delicate touches? I felt so good, being caressed by him. His hands were ghosting over my skin, mapping out the curves, dents and scars of my body. “I wonder what your body would feel like on mine.” He murmured as he sank to his knees. “Would you let me have you?” He asked looking up with the most lustful eyes I have ever seen.

“Yes, my king.” I said softly, not able to resist the urge to feel him. Before I could react, he had me already picked up and thrown onto the bed. Both men were now standing at the end, watching me. Two giants towering over their little treasure. Slowly they ridded themselves from their clothes leaving them bare to my sight. And what a sight it was to behold. Their eyes darkening with lust, muscles twitching in tension of the situation, chest rising and falling in rigid breaths. Haldir stepped to the side, leaving Thranduil the precedence. A silent understanding hanging in the room, Haldir settled next to me, while Thranduil crawled over my frame with the grace only the king himself could muster.

“Look at her, mellon.” He groaned. “Already so desperate and we haven’t even started.” Looking back to me, he rasped: “How do you think you could handle us both, when you are this worn out without one of us touching you?” I whimpered at his words unable to give an answer. “You like this, don’t you? Being at our mercy?” Thranduil keened, slowly kissing down my body. Eyes not leaving mine.

Slowly he ridded me of my panty, throwing it playfully at Haldir, as if to say ‘I will claim your wife as mine’. A low growl ripped through the chest of my husband, making me squirm at the sound. I had always craved his possessiveness, and the fact he would stand up to the king himself, made me grow wetter with every passing second. The men were staring each other down, when Thranduil sank his mouth between my legs.

A sinful moan pushed past my lips, making Thranduil hum in pleasure. His lips were soft, yet persistent on my clit. Kissing, sucking, licking the bundle of nerves with experienced movements. One finger found his way between my folds and I unintentionally clenched down. Thranduil let out a silent fuck, eliciting a chuckle from my husband. “Just imagine what she would feel around your cock, mellon.”

Thranduil groaned at his words, closing his eyes. The vibration of his moan sent shivers down my spine, sparking the fire in my body. His slow and delicate touches were riling my up the wall. I wanted more. Wanted him to take me, go rough with me, but he took his time. I let out a strangled cry: “More. I need more.”

Haldir took my throat in his hand, turning my head. “You will take what we give you, understood?” I nodded, squeezing my eyes shut. “Good girl.” He whispered into my ear, sneaking his other hand down to play with my nipples.

Between my legs, Thranduil picked up the pace, letting a second finger sinking into my core, now sucking on my clit harder. An ungodly sound left my lips, as I felt my pussy clench around his digits. The knot in my stomach tightened and I could feel my body growing hotter. Haldir shuffled me between his legs, playing with my breasts, while watching the other man work my pussy. The feeling was overwhelming. The heat from Haldirs body, the powerful eyes from Thranduil staring me down. I felt tiny and helpless, but devoured and protected at the same.

Haldir biting down on my shoulder had me crying out in pain, but I didn’t care. I was blinded by the sheer lust that washed over me, the moment the pain subsided. “Go on, little star. Cum for your king. Make a mess on his fingers. Show him what a good girl you are.” My husband whispered in my ear. And I did. Letting the orgasm roll over my body, I let my head lull back in satisfaction. The power of my release made me twitch and quiver under their touch. I cried out for both men, when the coil snapped and was rewarded with growls of need and desire.

I was pulled down the bed a bit, now laying flat between the legs of my husband. Thranduil kneeled himself between my legs. His erect member standing hard and leaking with precum. I spread my legs wider, desperate for him to fill me up. “Please, my king. I need you. Need you to take me.” I whined, clenching around nothing. With a last look to get my husband to approve, Thranduil slowly sank into me. Careful not to hurt me, he eased inch by inch into my drenched core. But I needed more. Hooking my legs around his waisted, I pulled him in, forcing him to bottom me out in one hard move.

Thranduil braced himself on the bed with both arms, not expecting me to be this desperate, but he caught his demeanor very quick. “This is how you want it?” He asked at my ear, sucking on my earlobe. “I planned on going easy on you, little petal. Preparing you for your Commander to fuck you senseless. But since you are so desperate you better take it, darling.”

Pulling out, until only his tip was buried inside me, he snapped his hips back. The moan leaving my mouth was beyond filthy, not to say it was pure sin. Haldirs hand wrapped around my mouth and nose, denying me any air. “Ruin her.” Was the only thing he growled. And Thranduil did. He started rutting into me with such a force, I was soon shoved against the thighs of my husband. I tapped his arm, to get some air, but he wasn’t having it. Keeping me in his tight grip, while the other man fucked me without mercy. I could feel the edges of my vision starting to get blurry. Panicking I squirmed under Thranduil, tried to wriggle out of there, but they held me in place with bruising grips. When I thought, I was about to pass out, Haldir took his hand away and I sucked in the air in desperate sharp breaths.

The sudden overflow of oxygen, send a tingly feeling through my whole body. The tightening feeling in my body came stronger and harder than I ever imagined it to be. My walls were pulsating around Thranduil, luring him to fall into the abyss. He groaned at the feeling. “Fuck. She feels so good. Such a beautiful, tight, little pussy.” He hissed. “Do it again. I want to feel her fight for air, mellon.” He ordered Haldir, who was happy to comply. This time he had his hand around my neck and two fingers down my throat.

I gagged when he pushed them down, clamping down on Thranduil. The fire in my body was too hot to handle. The way I was fucked by Thranduil, while Haldir thrusted his fingers down my throat and suffocating me with his hand around my neck, had me in heaven. Tears ran down my cheeks, mixing with saliva dripping from my lips. I squeezed my eyes shut, purely concentrating on the pleasure they were bringing me. I was theirs and they knew it.

With every thrust, Thranduil managed to hit my sweet spot, violently dragging me to the edge of my orgasm, waiting for the last push to send me flying. My moans were muffled between gasps for air and Haldirs finger stretching my throat. The knot in my stomach tightened to a point I was sure to fall apart as soon as I came. “She is close.” Thranduil keened, bringing Haldir to grin devilishly. Looking down at me he said: “Don’t you dare cum, understand? You will let your pussy be filled by your king, like the slut you are.”

I cried out at his words, arching my back as a sign of revolution, but Thranduil pushed me back down, while Haldirs grip around my neck grew stronger. His fingers were pushed down my throat to the max. “You are not allowed to cum. Take it. You are ours to use, ours to play with. So be a good girl and behave and maybe then, we will make you cum again.” His voice was strained. A sharp snarl in the air.

I clenched down on Thranduils cock, forcing back the pleasure I was feeling. I was a mess. Tears springing from my eyes, saliva running down my cheeks, my slick being spread all over my pussy, my thighs running down and making a mess on the bed. Luckily, I could feel Thranduil was close. His thrusts became unsteady, the breathing changed into panting, cock twitching inside me. With an animalistic roar he came, thick robes of hot seed pulsating into me. He stayed deep inside of me for a few seconds, before he pulled out. Haldir let go of me too, allowing me a long awaited breath of air.

My pussy was visibly convulsing around nothing, leading to the seed being pushed out and running down my hole. A sharp slap to my clit, from Haldir made me buck my hips and cry out. “Keep it in!” He commanded. Switching sides with Thranduil, who let himself sink against the headboard. His order and the way he slapped me had me whimpering for more. “You like that, you little whore?” Haldir grinned, another slap hitting my bundle of nerves, eliciting a loud moan. His hits weren’t strong, but the slight sting made me feel heavenly. “Oh, you do.  How about I slap you to your orgasm?” He coed. I closed my thighs, fearing he would really do it. “Hold her legs open!” He growled and Thranduil leaned forward, yanking my thighs apart.

Haldir was staring me down.

“What did I tell you?” Slap.

“You are ours to use.” Slap.

“Have I allowed you to close your legs?” Slap.

“No!” I screamed, writhing under his touches. The way he stimulated my clit was too much. “Please, Commander. Let me cum, its too much. I cant take it.”

“You will take it!” He growled. This slap hat me bucking my hips. Walls clenching around nothing. My body was burning and aching in pleasurable pain. “Please, Commander! I need to cum. I cant…” I whined, shifting in the small space between the two men. The fiery tension in my body was close to explode, burning me whole. Haldir had a wicked grin on his lips, shifting his body on his knees. Then he pressed his thumb down on my bundle of nerves, circling it.

And that was it. The coil snapped a second time this night, carrying me over the edge into the abyss of sin. I arched my back, with Haldirs name hanging on my lips. The orgasm washing through my body came hard and fast, making me a quivering mess. But Haldir didn’t stop. He kept on playing with my clit. Overstimulating me. “Please.” I cried out. “Stop. I cant. Its too much.”

He didn’t. With a forceful thrust he shoved his cock into my core. “You brought this onto yourself for. The only thing saving you right now is your safe word.” He growled, setting a harder pace than Thranduil. I whimpered at the pure overstimulation my body had to endure, but it was so good. Haldir knew what I was able to take and he would make sure to push me to the borders of manageable. I have never seen him this riled up, but I promised myself if it only took a second man, laying a hand on me, fucking me, I would gladly let it happen any time.

“God. You are so good for us.” He groaned. “Such a sweet, little, obedient girl. Always eager to please, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Commander.” I mewled. I could feel another orgasm approaching fast. Him fucking me through my second one, never let me come down fully. Behind me I felt Thranduil skidding closer, bracing my body against his. He was the exact opposite to my husband. Stroking my body with soft touches, whispering sweet nothings into my ear: “You are doing so well, little petal. Look at him. Look at what you do to him. That’s all you.” The cliff between total softness and totally being ruined had my head swimming. I let my head fall against Thranduils shoulder, letting him kiss my neck, sucking his marks onto my skin, while his hands played with my breasts. Massaging them, toying with my erect nipples.

Again I had tears running down my cheeks, but this time in pure bliss. Haldir stroked my face. “You look so beautiful right now. So, so beautiful.” His voice was shaky, but the love in his eyes had me locked up. Instinctively my hand flew to his shoulders, holding on, legs hooked around his waist.

“Do you think you can give me another one?” He asked and I could feel his member twitch inside me. He was close, only holding back for me.

“Yes.” I cried out. Letting the waves of pleasure flood my brain. My eyes rolled back into my head, when a hand slipped between our bodies, softly stroking my clit. Steadily pushing me towards the abyss.

“Go on, meleth. Let go for us. One last time.” Haldir whispered in my ear. And I did. I was to worn out to react as heavily as I did before. Lips hanging open, eyes squeezed shut and muscles simply collapsing. My aching core was, trembling around Haldirs cock, sucking him in and pushing him over the edge too. An animalistic growl on his lips, he purred into me, barely catching himself, before he buried me underneath him.

There I was, caged between two strong elven men. I let myself fall against Thranduil, wrapping Haldir in my arms, not letting go of him. That’s when my high crashed. Suddenly I felt cold and panicked. In the matter of seconds, the men reacted. Thranduil shifted my body from him, jumping out of bed and running towards the bath, while Haldir took me in his arms, pressing me down on the mattress.

“Shh its alright. I am here, meleth. You did so well. I am here. You are safe.” Again and again he repeated the words, only shifting our bodies, for Thranduil to clean me up. “I think she needs a hot bath, mellon.” The king whispered, unsure if a louder voice would agitate me more. Haldir nodded and soon Thranduil had his robe thrown over his body, calling for a servant. Then he sat down on the bed next to us, staring every elf down that was looking at us. I was covered by Haldir and the blanket, but I felt displayed and vulnerable.

 Thranduil got up from the bed, blocking the bedroom door, caging in the three servants. “If I ever hear something leaving this room, I will have all of you thrown into my cells and letting there to rot, have I made myself clear?” I couldn’t hear anything, but I expected Thranduil to look rather frightening. Silently the servants left. Haldir picked me up and carried me into the bathroom, setting me down in the tub. When he took a step back, I reached for his arm.

“Don’t go.” Holding out a second hand for Thranduil. “Please join me. Both of you.” Throwing each other a look, they smiled at me. Thranduil let his robe slide to the floor and was the first to settle next to me. Luckily the tub was embedded in the ground and therefore big enough for all three of us. I snuggled between the two men, finally able to relax.

“Thank you for today, meleth.” Haldir murmured against my hair. “You did so well. I am proud of you.” Thranduil hummed in agreement. “Yes, little petal. You were wonderful. I have never felt this good with another woman.” His words had me giggle in embarrassment. “You are just saying that to make me feel good.”

“I am doing no such thing.” He seemed offended. I let my head sink on his shoulder. “Then I will happily take that compliment.” Looking down on the water I whispered more to myself, than to them: “Hopefully there will be a next time…”