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welikeimagines-andfandoms · 1 year ago

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LOTR and Hobbit NSFW headcanons

(I’m in my lotr horny era and this list could probably be added to 😂)

Boromir:

- His favourite position is missionary with your ankles on his shoulders so he can see your body, especially your tits

- Sex during sparring sessions

- Isn’t very rough in the bedroom but when you fuck during sparring he loves to grab you, force your head down and grab your hips hard

- Can be a little subby

- Loves to be put in his place

- Doesn’t like being or giving spanking but isn’t opposed to getting a couple face slaps

- Likes being bossed around but not degraded

- Wants you to call him ‘captain’ in the bedroom

- “Who own your cock, captain? Who fucks you this good?”

- Is a big ol tiddy boy

- Hand over the shoulder and lightly touching your boob

- “Boromir not in public”

- Not super sexual but after a long day he falls to his knees in front of you for you to hold him

- Will say “oh fuck” as he slides into you

Eomer:

- Very typical but loves when you ride him, loves being able to see and grab all of you

- Lots of riding dirty talk

- “Ride my cock hard, darling. Come on and fuck me hard. Use those gorgeous fucking hips of yours”

- Will guide your hips as you ride him

- Seeing you ride an actual horse turns him on too

- Loooovveesss having his hair pulled

- Especially when hes between your legs or against a wall

- Bending you over his desk and taking you by flipping your dress up and fucking you hard

- When you get a bit drunk you grab his ass and biceps and he loves it

- Loves when you tell him how strong he is, like almost over the top flirting gets him for some reason

- “Oh Eomer, you have such big arms” you tell him all breathy and grabby

- Is so sweet and gentle with you

- But

- When he returns from a battle he will fuck you hard and make you scream

- Very possessive

- “Scream my name, baby, let everyone know who fucks you this good”

- Constantly grabbing you to sit on his lap, especially at parties

Legolas:

- Sensitive ear kiinnnkkk!

- He definitely whimpers during sex

- No matter who’s on top or if he’s being submissive or dominant he always says ‘thank you’ when his cock slides inside you

- Loves to run his fingertips over you so gently and sweet

- Could gently play with your pussy for hours

- Straddling him while he’s on his knees is easily one of his favourite positions

- Being able to hold you so close to him

- Loves listening to your heart beat after sex

- Holding you and pressing his head to your chest

- Loves after sex head scratches too

- When he is a sub he loves edging

- Begging little baby

- “Please, ma’am, please let me cum. Please I’ve been such a good boy”

- Is a good boy

- When he’s dominant he’s very gentle

- Doesn’t really fuck you fast but more hard and bruising thrusts

- Mutters things in Sindarin when he’s lost in pleasure

- Whispering dirty talk in Sindarin in your ear, whether you understand it or not

Aragorn:

- Isnt opposed to tying you up but prefers to bond you by manhandling you

- Says such sweet things to you while fucking you hard

- “Oh princess, you take my cock so good”

- Having to put his hand over your mouth while he finger fucks you

- Forced quiet sex

- “Be nice and quiet for me, sweetheart. Don’t want these people to hear you do you?”

- For some reason it turns him on when you smoke his pipe

- Doesn’t like to fuck when he’s been drinking but loves to watch how you dance when you’ve been drinking

- It usually ends with heavy makeout session and touching each other but he doesn’t like full on sex when one of you is drunk

- He loves to watch it from afar too, sit in the corner and watch how your body moves

- Even when you dance with Merry and Pippin on top of tables he thinks it’s so hot

- Will just start saying full sentences and dirty talk in Sindarin while he takes you from behind

- He gets so lost that he can’t help himself

Haldir:

- Outdoor sex

- Pulling your hair while he takes you from behind up against a tree

- The good old sensual archery lessons while he whispers in your ear

- Loves teasing you, especially by standing behind you and whispering in your ear

- “Yes marchwarden!” “Thank you, sir!”

- Slight degradation kink but nothing that actually hurts you

- “Oh look at how you blush just from my words, darling”

- Height kink

- Corners you and standing close and above you just to look you down and make you blush

- Fucks you stupid

- Like your head lulls and your eyes go all misty

- Chasing you down in the forest and fucking you when he catches you

- One of the few lotr fellas I can see being into violent fucking

- He’s rough with how he fucks but he’s just as if not more gentle and caring with aftercare

- Degradation to raise real quick

- “Take my cock just like the whore you are” “Oh my darling, you did such a good job, Meleth. Such a good girl for me”

Thorin:

- This man has the biggest breeding kink

- “Give me an heir, my queen. Let me fill your womb”

- Staring you right in the eyes while he finger fuck you

- Obviously throne sex

- Almost cums in his pants when he sees you in your crown for the first time

- Isn’t usually submissive but you can make him do anything when you wear that crown

- Holds you down by your hips while I fucks you from behind

- Will whisper Khuzdul into your ear while he fucks you

- Fucks you rough but doesn’t want to actually ever hurt or scare you

- The second you’re uncomfortable he will stop and hold you, he’ll even sing to you

- Loves to know he can take care of you

- Such sweet dirty talk

- You’re either his queen or his good girl, no in between

Thranduil:

- Is dominant 99% of the time

- Doesn’t always like when you’re on top but when you are he likes to force your hips to move while he fucks into you

- Wants you to say ‘thank you’ when you cum

- Does want to fuck you hard and rough but will wait and double, triple check before even trying

- Face fucking you stupid

- Is so gentle and soothing with aftercare

- Treats you like a sweet princess during aftercare

- Cockwarming while he does work

- Size kink, loves how much taller he is and how his cock barely fits in you

- “Look how your tiny pussy takes my big cock” “oh, darling, I don’t think it will fit”

- If you’re a human he also has a massive age kink

- “You’re such a sweet little girl for me”

- Staring down at you with your face covered in cum

- Not opposed to some good old pet play

- Is both cruel and loving

- Degrades his dirty little slut pet while he uses them just for his pleasure

- Loves having you sit in his lap and have you curl up to him and hold his sweet little darling

- Holds you and kisses you while you ride his thigh

- Strokes your hair while you hump his boot and look up to him with big desperate eyes

Kili:

- Biggest turn on for him is seeing you dance and jump around

- The way your face flushes and your tits bounce makes him crazy

- Loves being both babied and degraded

- If he could live between your tits he would

- Sitting in your lap, panting and whimpering as he thrusts his hips into your hand

- Mutual masturbation

- Doesn’t like to be hurt too badly but does love spanking and overstimulation

- Shows off whenever you watch him train

- Even if he’s shorter than you he still loves showing his strength by carrying you

- Carry’s you to the bath after sex and takes his time washing your body and your hair

- Just wants to be your good boy

- No thoughts, just be good boy and love boobs

- Does not have mommy issues but does have mommy style kinks

- Loves sucking on your nipples

- (honestly that gif does things to me 🥵🥵)

Fili:

- Knife kink!

- He’d never use his knife on you in a dangerous way but does love to cut your clothes off you

- His beard braids feel amazing and ticklish between your legs

- Hand on your thigh always, during sexual times or not

- Polar opposite things will turn him on

- While you’re fighting he gets hard and wants you to grab his hair and use his cock

- When he sees you taking care of babies his breeding kink comes out hard

- “I’m going to fuck a baby into your womb. We’re not leaving until you’re full of my cum”

- Loves to fuck you in the woods especially when it’s risky

- While on the journey to reclaim his home he liked to take you into the woods and fuck you

- He loved that you had to be so quiet but still he could hear your little whimpers

- He is a prince and next in line to the throne so he has to keep PDA to a minimum

- That doesn’t stop him from grabbing at your thigh under the table and whispering dirty things in your ear in the middle of a party

- Playfully slaps your ass while you’re changing

- Skinny dipping 👌🏻👌🏻

- He has no problem keeping you warm 😏😏

Bard:

- Loves to cum all over your face

- Lots of pet names during

- “Oh darling you feel amazing” “cum for me sweetheart”

- Forced quiet sex

- Packing your wet underwear in his bag while he’s away, he does smell it while he touches himself

- Such a dirty man but great at hiding it

- Loves the noises you make when his beard scratches your neck

- Bit of a caretaking kink

- Gets really horny when you massage him, cook for him, bandage him up, wash him in the bath

- Takes you fishing so he can finger you on his boat

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thewulf · 10 months ago

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Entwined Realms || Legolas

Summary: Request: So I thought about this idea with Legolas x reader where the reader is the daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn (which makes her princess of Lothlorien and a very high elf) and she is nervous because its commonly known that Galadriel and Thranduil dont like each other (she is still his superior but you get the point) and the reader and Legolas have a dinner or some council or something together with their parents.

A/N: This was one of my favs to write. Just love everything LOTR... please keep them coming! Thank you for the request @lillisummers

Pairing: Legolas x Female Reader

Word Count: 4.1k +

TW: Talks of war/death

In the timeless realm of Lothlórien, you, the daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn, walked among the golden trees with a heavy heart filled with the weight of ancient grudges. It had been many years since you last tread upon these familiar paths, for you had spent much of your time in Rivendell, aiding in the healing of those who bore the scars of war.

As a princess of the high elves, you bore the burden of your lineage with grace. Yet the tension between your mother and Thranduil, the Elvenking of Mirkwood, weighed heavily upon you. The animosity between them was no secret, and you often found yourself caught in the midst of their disagreements. You were torn between loyalty to your mother and the desire for unity among your people after the war of the ring. Your return to Lothlórien had been sudden, called back by your father during the darkest days of the war. The news of battles raging across middle earth had filled you with dread. Yet, you knew that your place was by your family's side, lending whatever aid you could in the struggle against the darkness.

Despite the discord that lingered between your realms you held onto hope, believing in the power of unity to overcome adversity. The memories of Celebrian's capture and torture haunted you still. She drove your determination to see an end to the suffering that had plagued your people for so long.

As you walked beneath the golden canopy of the trees, you found solace in the familiar sights and sounds of Lothlórien. The gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze, the soft glow of the evening sun filtering through the branches. They spoke to you of peace and beauty, reminding you of all that was worth fighting for in this world. Your steps carried you towards a familiar spot. The quiet glade where the gravestones of those fallen in battle lay. The air was hushed. The only sound was the soft whisper of leaves and the gentle trickle of water from the nearby streams.

Stopping by the gravestones, you traced your fingers over each weathered stone, feeling the weight of loss settle upon your heart. Here, beneath the earth, lay the brave souls who had given their lives in service of a greater cause. A cause that you had fought for alongside them. Your thoughts turned to Haldir, the gallant Marchwarden who had stood by your side in the darkest of times. His laughter, his kindness, his unwavering loyalty… they were memories that you held dear, memories that would live on long after he had passed from this world. At one point you were convinced you would marry him but that was before he was taken so suddenly from you.

Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself a moment of silence. A moment to remember those who had been taken from you too soon. Their faces flashed before your eyes, friends, fighters, and loved ones alike. Each one leaving behind an indelible mark upon your soul. And yet, amidst the sorrow, there was also hope. Hope for a future where their sacrifices would not be in vain. Where the darkness would be banished for good and the light would shine so brightly once more. With a silent prayer upon your lips, you vowed to carry their memory with you always, to honor their legacy in all that you did.

As you stood amidst the gravestones, lost in memories and reflections, a soft voice broke through the silence. She was calling your name. You turned to see your mother, Galadriel, approaching with a gentle smile upon her lips. Her eyes, always so wise and knowing, held a depth of understanding that eased the ache in your heart.

"Y/n," she said, her voice like the gentle rustle of leaves in the wind, "I have been searching for you. It is good to see you home again. You look well my love."

You returned her smile, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort wash over you at the sight of her familiar face. "It is good to be home, Mother," you replied, stepping forward to embrace her.

Galadriel held you close, tight. Her arms a reassuring embrace amidst the turmoil of emotions swirling within you. "You have been missed, my dear," she said softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

As you pulled away, Galadriel's gaze softened. Her eyes filled with a mixture of pride and affection. "There is much to discuss," she said, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "But first, I have news that I believe will bring you much joy."

Curiosity piqued, you listened as Galadriel spoke of the upcoming marriage between your niece, Arwen, and Aragorn, the King of Gondor. The news filled you with a sense of anticipation, the prospect of a wedding bringing a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that had shrouded middle earth for so long. "I would be honored to attend," you said. Your heart swelling with love for your family and excitement for the joyous occasion to come.

Galadriel smiled, her eyes sparkling with pride. "I had no doubt that you would," she said, her voice tinged with warmth. "Come, let us return to Caras Galadhon and begin preparations. There is much to do, and little time to waste." She motioned you to follow her.

With a nod of agreement, you fell into step beside your mother. It felt as though the weight of grief and loss lightened by the promise of love and celebration on the horizon. As you walked the golden light of Lothlórien illuminated your path guiding you towards a future filled with possibility.

Too quickly the day of celebration arrived. The grand halls of Minas Tirith were adorned with banners and flowers, filling the air with a sense of festivity and anticipation. You, dressed in your finest elven attire, mingled with the guests. Your heart was aflutter with excitement and nerves for your niece and the King of Gondor. Amidst the bustling crowd, your eyes scanned the faces of those gathered taking in the sight of strangers and acquaintances alike. And then your gaze met that of a mysterious elven stranger across the ornate courtyard who you did not recognize.

His eyes were a captivating shade of blue. They held a warmth and kindness that drew you in, sending a shiver down your spine. For a brief moment it felt as though the world around you had faded away leaving only you and this enigmatic stranger in a universe of your own making. But as quickly as the moment had come, it was gone. Broken by the sound of laughter and music drifting through the air you tore your gaze away. Your cheeks flushed with a mixture of curiosity and excitement, heart racing with the memory of that brief but electrifying encounter.

Though you knew not who he was, nor what fate had in store for you. You couldn't shake the feeling that this chance meeting was somehow significant. And as you allowed yourself to be swept away by the joyous festivities you couldn't help but wonder about the identity of the mysterious elven stranger who had captured your attention with a single glance.

As the celebration unfolded you found yourself standing beside Arwen, basking in the glow of her happiness as she greeted guests and well-wishers. The air was filled with laughter and music. The joyous atmosphere infectious as people celebrated the union of Arwen and Aragorn. But amidst the revelry your attention kept drifting back to the beautiful blonde elf who had caught your eye earlier. He stood amidst a group of guests, his presence commanding and his gaze holding a quiet intensity that seemed to draw you in.

Unable to contain your curiosity any longer you turned to Arwen with a hint of nervousness in your voice. "Arwen," you began, pointing subtly towards the mysterious elf, "who is that?"

Arwen followed your gaze, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she noticed your interest in the stranger. "Ah, him," she said, her tone tinged with mystery. "That is Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood."

Legolas. The name echoed in your mind. Though you knew little about him there was something about the way he carried himself, the way his eyes seemed to hold a thousand untold stories that intrigued you beyond measure. As Arwen spoke of Legolas' exploits and noble deeds you found yourself captivated by the tales of his courage and valor. And though you knew it was foolish to be so taken with a stranger, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to him. Something that called to you on a level you couldn't quite understand.

With a grateful smile you thanked Arwen for indulging your curiosity. Though your mind was already consumed with thoughts of the mysterious Prince of Mirkwood. And as you turned your attention back to the festivities you couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay hidden beneath the surface of the captivating blonde elf who had captured your attention with a single glance.

As the evening wore on, the atmosphere grew more relaxed. You found yourself drawn into the lively conversations and laughter that filled the air.

As if he had known your every thought, he had come right up to you. A charming smile playing on his lips as he offered you a goblet of wine. "Care for some wine, my lady?" he asked, his voice smooth and all too inviting.

Grateful for the distraction you accepted the goblet with a smile, the cool liquid soothing the nerves that had been fluttering in your stomach. "Thank you," you replied, taking a sip and relishing the taste of the rich, fruity wine.

As you savored the wine, Legolas took a seat beside you. His eyes alight with curiosity as he extended his hand in introduction. "I am Legolas," he said, his tone warm and genuine. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance."

You felt a rush of excitement at the sound of his name, "And I am Y/n," you replied, your voice betraying a hint of nervousness that you quickly tried to mask.

Legolas smiled warmly at you, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes as he raised his own goblet in a silent toast. "Well then, Y/n, here's to new acquaintances and delightful conversations," he spoke.

As the evening progressed, you found yourself drawn into conversation with Legolas. His easy charm and quick wit putting you at ease. Despite your initial nervousness you soon found yourself laughing and chatting with him as if you had known each other for years. With each passing moment you felt yourself growing more and more enchanted by Legolas. His presence filling you with a sense of warmth and belonging that you hadn't felt in a long time. Not since before your sister had set sail. And as you shared stories and laughter with the captivating Prince of Mirkwood you couldn't help but wonder what adventures lay in store for you both in the days to come.

When the topic turned to your family, you couldn't help but feel a pang of apprehension, unsure of how he would react upon learning the truth. "Your parents must be proud of you," Legolas remarked, his voice sincere as he glanced around at the grandeur of Minas Tirith. "To have a daughter as kind and courageous as you."

You smiled, touched by his words. Though a part of you hesitated to reveal your true lineage. "Thank you, Legolas," you replied, your voice tinged with uncertainty. "My parents... they are indeed proud, though our family is not without its complexities."

Legolas cocked his head with curiosity shining bright in his eyes. "Complexities?" he asked, his brow furrowing slightly.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for his reaction. "My parents are Celeborn and Galadriel," you confessed, watching closely for any sign of recognition or judgment in his expression.

To your surprise, Legolas' eyes widened in genuine surprise, his gaze softening with understanding. "Galadriel," he murmured, a hint of awe in his voice. "The Lady of Light herself. And Celeborn, the Lord of Lothlórien."

You nodded, relieved by his reaction. "Yes, though our family is not without its challenges," you admitted, your voice growing quiet. "There are... tensions between my parents and certain others in Middle-earth." You knew he knew, and he knew you knew. The two of you were dancing around your parents disdain for the other.

Legolas' expression grew somber. A shadow passing over his features. "I understand," he said, his tone tinged with empathy. "My own father, Thranduil, can be... difficult at times."

You felt a surge of empathy for Legolas knowing all too well the challenges that could arise from strained familial relationships. "It seems we are not so different after all," you said. A small smile playing at your lips.

Legolas returned your smile, his eyes warm and understanding. "Indeed," he said, his voice gentle. "But perhaps together, we can find a way to bridge the divide between our families."

Touched by his sincerity you could only keep grinning at him like a fool. "I would like that, Legolas," you replied. Your heart swelled with gratitude for the bond that was beginning to form between you.

As the night wore on into the wee hours of the morning you and Legolas found yourselves drawn deeper into each other's company. The hours quickly slipping away unnoticed as you laughed and talked beneath the starlit sky. The connection between you grew stronger with each passing moment. A bond of friendship and understanding blossoming into something deeper and more profound. Unfortunately, the celebration began to wind down. You found yourselves reluctant to part ways. The prospect of saying goodbye filling you with a sense of melancholy. "Perhaps we could extend our stay in Minas Tirith," Legolas suggested, his voice tinged with a hint of worry as if you wouldn’t accept. "There is still so much more to see and do. I have not seen this city without war disparaging it."

You nodded eagerly, the idea of spending more time with Legolas filling you with a sense of joy and excitement. "I would like that very much," you replied, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "There is still so much more we have yet to see. You distracted me tonight."

And so, you and Legolas remained in Minas Tirith for longer than planned, seizing every opportunity to steal away moments alone together amidst the hustle and bustle of the city. Whether wandering the streets hand in hand or sharing quiet conversations in secluded corners. Each moment spent in Legolas' company felt like a precious treasure, a memory to be cherished for eternity.

As your extended stay in Minis Tirith came to an end the bond between you and Legolas deepened further than you could have imagined. Your hearts intertwining in a dance as old as time itself. One evening beneath the stars after your going away dinner the two of you sat together in the quiet solitude of the gardens, surrounded by the scent of blooming flowers and the gentle hum of crickets. The words you had been longing to say spilled forth from your lips.

"Legolas," you began, your voice barely above a whisper, "there is something I must confess to you." It truly was now or never for you did not know the next time you would see the elf that had captured your heart so quickly.

Legolas turned to you, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "Yes, Y/n?" he replied, his voice soft and reassuring.

"I know this is quick,” you began, your voice soft and hesitant, "And we tend to do this slow, but I must admit... I really like you. More than a friend would."

You glanced away, cheeks flushing with embarrassment as you awaited his response. But when you dared to meet his gaze once more you found Legolas looking at you with a tender smile. His eyes filled with a warmth that mirrored your own feelings.

"Y/n," he said softly, reaching out to gently take your face in his hand, "your honesty means the world to me. I too have come to care for you deeply as well. As more than a friend would."

Your heart soared at his words. A sense of joy flooding through you at the knowledge that your feelings were reciprocated. And as you sat together in the quiet beauty of the gardens you knew that your bond with Legolas was something truly special. It was the beginning of a love story that was just beginning to unfold.

You didn’t want the night to end so you kept your wandering through the gardens. "Legolas," you began, your voice tinged with concern, "what do you think about... our families?"

Legolas glanced at you. His gaze thoughtful. "Ah, our esteemed parents," he replied with a wry smile. "Stubborn as ancient oaks and twice as difficult to move."

You couldn't help but laugh at his analogy, feeling a sense of relief at his lighthearted approach to the situation. "Yes, that's one way to put it," you agreed. A smile playing at the corners of your lips.

"But," Legolas continued, his tone turning more serious, "I believe they will come around in time. After all, love has a way of softening even the hardest of hearts."

You nodded feeling a flicker of hope kindling within you. "I hope you're right," you replied, leaning closer to him. "I just want them to see... how much we care for each other."

Legolas placed a comforting arm around your shoulders, drawing you closer to him. "They will, Y/n," he said softly, his voice filled with quiet confidence. "And until then, we'll just have to prove them wrong together."

As your time in Minas Tirith drew to a close, you couldn't shake the feeling that it was time for your parents and Legolas to meet. Despite the tension between your families, you were determined to show them that love knew no bounds, and that their differences could be set aside in the name of happiness.

On the morning that both of you were to depart you knew what you had to do. "Legolas," you began. Your voice tinged with nervousness, "I know it's unconventional, but... what if you and your father were to visit Lothlórien?"

Legolas blinked in surprise, clearly taken aback by your suggestion. "Visit Lothlórien?" he echoed, his brow furrowing in thought. "It's an... intriguing idea, Y/n, but I'm not sure how my father would feel about it."

You nodded, understanding Legolas' reservations. "I know it's a risk," you admitted, "but I believe that if he could experience the beauty and hospitality of Lothlórien for himself, he might begin to understand... and perhaps even appreciate our way of life."

Legolas considered your words for a moment before a smile spread across his face. "You may be right, Y/n," he said, his eyes alight with excitement. "Let's extend the invitation to my father and see what he says."

With a renewed sense of hope, you and Legolas set about preparing for Thranduil's visit to Lothlórien. You knew it wouldn't be easy, but you were determined to show both him and your parents that love could conquer even the deepest of divides. And so, with hearts full of anticipation and determination, you bid farewell to Minas Tirith. You knew that a new chapter of your journey was about to begin.

As Legolas and an initially reluctant Thranduil arrived in Lothlórien, the tension between them was palpable. Thranduil's expression was stoic and reserved, while Legolas wore a strained smile who was clearly uncomfortable with the situation. You greeted them warmly, hoping to ease the atmosphere, but even your efforts seemed to fall flat in the face of the lingering animosity between your parents. The initial interactions were awkward only filled with polite but strained conversation and forced smiles.

But as the evening progressed and the wine flowed freely the atmosphere began to shift. Your parents, Thranduil, and Legolas found themselves gradually relaxing in each other's company. The rigid barriers between them slowly melting away under the influence of hope after the war and shared experiences. You watched with a mixture of joy and relief as the tension dissipated, replaced by laughter and genuine conversation. Thranduil who had initially been so guarded found himself opening up. He began to share stories and jokes with Celeborn and Galadriel as if they were old friends.

And Legolas, too, seemed to come alive in the warmth of his father’s acceptance. His smile growing more genuine with each passing moment. It was as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders finally allowing him to truly be himself in their presence. He chuckled at one of Thranduil's jokes and clinked glasses with Celeborn, a genuine smile gracing his features.

In the midst of the conversation Legolas turned to you, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Meleth nin," he said softly, his voice filled with utmost warmth.

As Legolas inadvertently uttered the Elvish endearment, my love, the words hung in the air laden with the weight of unspoken emotions. Your heart skipped a beat at his slip-up, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through you.

"Really?" you exclaimed. Your eyes widened with surprise and utmost delight. For a moment you almost forgot that your parents and Legolas' father were present too caught up in the rush of emotion that swept over you.

Legolas blinked, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he realized what he had said in front of the parents. "I... uh, I mean..." he stammered, clearly flustered by your reaction.

But before he could finish, Thranduil let out a soft chuckle. The elvenking’s eyes twinkling with amusement. "It seems our children are more than just friends," he remarked to your parents. His tone surprisingly light-hearted.

You turned to your parents with a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I guess we should have mentioned that sooner," you admitted feeling a surge of relief as you saw their understanding smiles.

Celeborn and Galadriel exchanged knowing glances before Celeborn spoke up. "Love has a way of revealing itself in unexpected ways," he said, his voice filled with warmth. "We are happy for you both."

Thranduil let out a small chuckle. His eyes crinkling with amusement. "Young love," he said before shaking his head in mock exasperation. "It seems like only yesterday that Legolas was just a boy chasing after butterflies in the woods."

Legolas rolled his eyes playfully at his father's comment. "I assure you, Ada, I have grown up a bit since then," he spoke. His tone teasing but affectionate.

Celeborn chuckled softly his eyes twinkling with mirth. "Indeed," he agreed, his voice warm. "But some things never change." He motioned to you with a knowing grin.

And as the tension melted away completely, replaced by laughter, and shared understanding, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the unwavering support of your parents. With their blessing and acceptance, you and Legolas knew that your love story was only just beginning. You were finally destined to have a beautiful and unforgettable journey filled with laughter, joy, and the sweet promise of a future together. You had waited a long time for this. A very long time.

As the night grew deeper and the fire crackled softly, you and Legolas found yourselves immersed in a comfortable silence. The two of you basking in the warmth of each other's presence. Legolas turned to you with a playful glint in his eyes, taking your hand in his. "Well, my dear, it seems the hour grows late," he remarked, his voice soft and warm.

You nodded feeling a surge of affection for the elf beside you. "Yes, it does," you replied, a smile playing at the corners of your lips.

With a gentle tug on your hand Legolas rose to his feet pulling you up with him. "Allow me to escort you to your room," he said. His voice filled with gentle sincerity.

You followed him, the touch of his hand sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. As you reached your door, Legolas turned to you. His eyes sparkling with mischief. "Until next time, meleth nin," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before turning to leave.

A faint blush coated your cheeks at his actions. “Until next time, meleth nin.” You repeated. You watched him go with a smile playing at your lips as you realized that no matter what adventures lay ahead, you would face them with him. Oh, what a life.

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n0tamused · 15 days ago

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

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

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

⋆𓄃Thranduil

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

🍃Legolas

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

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

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

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

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

♬Lindir

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

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

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

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

°˖➴Haldir

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

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

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

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

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

☼Glorfindel

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

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

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

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

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

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heart-select · 3 months ago

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crying, my custom acrylic stands came in

my parents 🥺 🥺

baby fili and kili!!!

and bonus for me: haldir x self insert

#UHUHUHU IM SO HAPPYYY #im not v good with merch for commercial purpose but i enjoy making custom ones. i thought id have some made of recent artwork #but usually i make personalized gifts instead. quite fun. i love how these turned out #a bit blurry but!!! its them!!! physically!!! im so!!! happy!!!#thorin oaakenshield #bilbo baggins #fíli #kíli #the hobbit #haldir #self insert #my art #photos #heartselect #i used the hobbit artbook as a backdrop #im getting there in collecting them all #really should have some more delulu ones made #will do the rest of the company eventually me thinks

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metamorphesque · 2 months ago

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loving a character who appears in only three pages of a trilogy is a cruel fate. yet, I bear this curse like a crown — for you, my dear Haldir

#captured my hear from the very first line #both in the books and in the movies #I know that in the films he comes back for the Battle of Helm's Deep #do not remind me of that #lotr #lord of the rings #haldir #lotr elves #lothlorien #tolkien

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the-noir-symphony · 11 months ago

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Aragorn: I think I'm in love... Legolas: With Éowyn? Aragorn: With an elf... Legolas: Arwen? Aragorn: Male... Legolas: Elladan or Elrohir?? Aragorn: Blond hair, blue eyes! Legolas: Haldir??? Aragorn: From Mirkwood!! Legolas: Dude... You love my Father?!?!? Aragorn *groan, hit his head on the table*: ... Gandalf *talking to the Fellowship*: And that, kids, is how an elf can stay single for 3000 years. The Fellowship: ...

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Inspired by a meme and HIMYM lol...

#aragorn x legolas #aralas #aragorn #legolas #oblivious legolas #lotr #incorrect quotes

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theglassofmiddleearth · 2 years ago

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Imagine you enter the woods of Lothlorien with the Fellowship.

Gimli: Stay close, young hobbits! They say a great sorceress lives in these woods. An Elf-Witch.

Y/N: *Smirks* Of terrible power?

Gimli: Tis no joke m'lady. All who look upon her fall under her spell.

Galadriel: *Telepathically* Frodo..

Gimli: And are never seen again.

Y/N: Do not fear little ones. We will keep you from harm.

Samwise: We should be saying that to you Y/N.

Galadriel: You're coming to us, is as the footsteps of doom.

Galadriel: *Telepathically* You bring great evil here. Ring bearer.

Sam: Mr Frodo?

Gimli: Well, here's one dwarf she won't ensnare so easily. I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox.

The elves of the Lothlórien woods appears with bows.

Y/N: *Unsurprised* Is that right?

Haldir: The dwarf breathes so loud, we could have shot him in the dark.

Y/N: *Stifles a chuckle*

They walk to Lórien

Haldir: *In elvish* Well met, Legolas son of Thranduil.

Legolas: Our Fellowship stands in your debt. Haldir of Lórien.

Y/N: Yep, I love it when he speaks elvish. *She smiles down at the hobbits.*

Haldir: Ah, Aragorn of the Dúnedain. You are known to us.

Aragorn: Haldir..

Haldir: Pethryn.

Y/N: *Nods silently.*

Gimli: So much for the legendary courtesy of the Elves. Speak words we can all understand.

Y/N: *Grins* They are greeting eachother. Be patient my friend.

Haldir: *In the common tongue* We have not had dealings with the dwarves since the Dark Days.

Gimli: And you know what this Dwarf says to that? Ishkhaqwi ai duru- (I spit upon your gra-)

Y/N: *Stops Gimli with her hand and gentle taps his shoulder.* Now now Gimli.

Aragorn: That was not so courteous.

Haldir: *Turns to look at Frodo.* You bring great evil with you. You can go no further.

Aragorn: *In elvish* We need your protection, the road is fell. Please we need your support.

Legolas: Y/N, you understand Sindarin?

Y/N: What, me solving the riddle wasn't enough for you? *She grins*

Aragorn: *In Elvish* I wish we may come with you. The road is very dangerous Haldir.

Boromir: Gandalf's death was not in vain. Nor would he have you give up hope. You carry a heavy burden Frodo. Don't carry the weight of the dead.

Haldir: You will follow me.

They travel to Caras Galadhon.

Haldir: Caras Galadhon.

Y/N: The heart of Elvendom on earth.

Haldir: Realm of the Lord Celeborn and of Galadriel, Lady of Light.

Y/N: *Smirks to Aragorn.* I get to see the pretty elves again.

Aragorn: *Rolls his eyes*

Legolas: *Mutters* Am I not a pretty elf?

Y/N: *Laughs* You are the prettiest of all elves Miluir ("Lovely one" in Sindarin)

Legolas: *Gapes in surprise.*

Y/N: *Chuckles and walks away.*

Legolas: Wait! What did you just call me? Say it again!

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earthlybeam · 2 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/earthlybeam/769401164997509120/hello-dear-i-couldnt-find-your-material-thats?source=share

I'm so glad to hear that. I wonder if you could write something for yandere or dark Elves (Thranduil, Gil Galand, Elrond, Glorfindel, Haldir, Lindir and others) and female fairy readers? Thanks

as I had to split it into separate posts to avoid making it too lengthy. At the bottom of this post, I’ll leave link to of the second one featuring Glorfindel, haldir, lindir version.

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Thranduil, Elrond, Gil-galad Versions are below.

🍷𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓾𝓲𝓵

Yandere/Dark Elf Thranduil x Female Fairy Reader Headcanons

𐂂 Thranduil’s feelings for you, a delicate fairy, become all-consuming. The moment you cross his path, he cannot help but claim you as his own. His pride and love intertwine into an obsession so deep that he believes your existence is meant solely for him. No one else can claim your attention, and if you dare show affection to anyone else, his gaze sharpens with silent fury. He doesn’t just desire you—he needs you, and he will ensure that you belong to him, and only him.

𐂂 As the King of Mirkwood, Thranduil is used to overseeing everything, but for you, his vigilance reaches new heights. No action you take goes unnoticed. He watches from the shadows, a silent observer who knows your every move, your every word, your every gesture. Every smile you share with someone else, every fleeting glance you direct at anyone, only fuels his need to control. He finds a twisted satisfaction in knowing you exist only for him. Even your every breath feels like an affirmation of his possession.

𐂂 Thranduil doesn’t just protect you—he isolates you. While he claims it’s for your own safety, to shield you from the dangers of Middle-earth, it’s really because he wants to have you all to himself. Your world becomes his kingdom, where only his influence reigns. He keeps you close, often forbidding you to leave his side, especially when other males approach. The world outside his kingdom is a threat to him, and thus to you. He won’t let you experience the freedom to wander alone, not when he can guard and control you.

𐂂 When you are near him, Thranduil’s affection becomes overwhelming in its intensity. He lavishes you with touch, his hands lingering too long, his breath hot against your skin. His kisses are possessive, deep, and filled with a sense of desperate longing. He would never let anyone else see his softer side, but in private, with you, he is intense and devoted. “You are mine, melleth nîn,” he whispers, as his lips press against yours, his body leaning into yours as if trying to merge the two of you into one. There’s nothing gentle about his desire; it’s all consuming.

𐂂 Thranduil is masterful at playing on your emotions, twisting his love for you into something that feels suffocating, yet irresistible. He will remind you of his sacrifices, the years he has spent in solitude, waiting for someone like you to step into his world. He speaks of the importance of your bond, how it transcends time and space, as though you were fated to be together. His words echo with a dark promise: “I’ve waited centuries, melleth nîn. You are the light of my life. No one else can share in that light.”

𐂂 The idea of anyone else coming close to you is enough to send him into a silent rage. While Thranduil does not often express his jealousy with words, his actions make it clear. He might suddenly appear by your side, his gaze icy and warning, dismissing anyone who dares to speak to you. He’ll remind you of your place, perhaps even with a curt, biting remark: “Do they think they can woo you, little one? Do not forget who your heart belongs to.” His dark smile lingers as if daring anyone to challenge him.

𐂂 Beneath his royal facade and cold demeanor lies a man who has been emotionally shattered. Thranduil’s past pain from losing his wife has made him incapable of loving anyone freely. But with you, he’s willing to show that side of himself, albeit in a twisted way. He’s not willing to let you go, even when you might want to. His possessiveness is a direct reflection of the fragility of his own heart—he fears losing you as much as he fears being alone again.

𐂂 Thranduil’s protectiveness borders on the dangerous. He feels the need to shield you from everything, even the most innocuous of dangers. If he believes that anyone poses even the slightest threat to you, he will take immediate action, whether it be through manipulation, isolation, or, if necessary, violence. Your safety is paramount to him, but it’s also a way to keep you tethered to him, to remind you that he is the only one who understands the world you live in.

𐂂 In Thranduil’s mind, your relationship is not simply a love story; it is a divine plan, written by the Valar themselves. He cannot fathom a future without you, nor would he allow one to exist. To him, you are the culmination of his existence, the answer to his loneliness, the balm to his wounds. “It was meant to be, my love. No one else will ever take my place in your heart.” His voice is gentle, but there is an unspoken threat hidden behind it—one that assures you that no matter where you go or how you try to leave, you are bound to him forever.

𐂂 Thranduil will not allow you to form connections with anyone else. He is the only one who can give you love and warmth, and he will make sure you never forget that. His affections, though intense and loving in their own way, are the chains that bind you. If you ever try to reach out to others, he will gently (or not so gently) remind you of your place with him. He will shower you with attention, touch, and words of love until you feel as though you cannot breathe without him.

𐂂 Thranduil’s love for you reaches its peak when he feels as though you are entirely his. He will keep you in his presence, sheltered from the world, and whisper his vows to you. His obsession grows stronger, and he begins to feel the need to mark you as his in every way possible. He wants everyone to know you belong to him, from his gentle caresses to the possessive way he holds you close. He is a king, after all, and you are his queen, in every twisted sense of the word.

Through all of this, there is one truth Thranduil holds dear: his love, no matter how dark, is unwavering. And he will make sure the entire world knows that you are his, and his alone.

𐂂 Thranduil, in his yandere and dark Elf form, sees you, the fairy, as something beyond precious — an ethereal being meant solely for him. His obsession with you goes far beyond any typical affection; you are his possession, a delicate, rare treasure that no one but he deserves to cherish. Your wings, fragile and beautiful, draw him like a moth to a flame, a symbol of your uniqueness and his claim over you.

𐂂 He is intensely possessive over you, watching your every move from the shadows, studying the flutter of your wings as if it is the most captivating thing he has ever seen. Your beauty, small and delicate in comparison to the world around you, drives him to madness. He will do anything to keep you close, to keep others away. No one is allowed to touch you, not even a gentle breeze is allowed to ruffle your wings without his permission. He often asks you not to fly, as it brings too much attention, keeping you grounded in his presence, where he feels you are safest.

𐂂 Thranduil will be affectionate, but in a way that is obsessive and controlling. He runs his fingers gently through your wings, brushing them with reverence, but with an undertone of possessiveness. He touches them slowly, savoring the delicate texture, memorizing the feel of the intricate patterns on them, as if marking them as his own. His fingers graze over your wings possessively, as if to remind you that they — and you — belong only to him. He may even pull you close, wrapping his arms around you, gently pressing your back against his chest so that his touch lingers on your wings for a long moment, just to reaffirm his control.

𐂂 At times, he will whisper things to you, voice low and filled with longing, his words coated with an edge of possessiveness: “These wings are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, and they belong to me alone.” The way his eyes darken with desire when he speaks of your wings makes you realize how deeply he craves to possess every part of you, body and soul.

𐂂 When you’re in his presence, Thranduil will often keep his hand firmly around your wrist or your waist, guiding you through the forest, ensuring that no one else dares approach you. His grip will be gentle but firm, never letting you stray too far. The closer you are to him, the more satisfied he feels. His eyes rarely leave you, scanning you for any sign of someone else showing interest or approaching too closely. If someone dares to try to get too close, he will intervene with a cold and calculated subtlety, ensuring that you remain within his sight and his grasp.

𐂂 Thranduil’s love for you is not something he expresses easily. He has closed his heart to many, but for you, he opens it only in private, his vulnerability laid bare beneath his regal and sometimes cold exterior. He will never let you feel abandoned, but his love comes with strings attached. He will lavish you with gifts—rare flowers that only bloom in the deepest parts of Mirkwood, gemstones that shimmer like starlight, and precious treasures. These offerings are his way of marking you, claiming you as his own. “You deserve the finest things, as long as they are from me,” he tells you, his words dripping with pride and possessiveness.

𐂂 His kisses are slow and deliberate, tasting of wine, power, and a long-held yearning. When he kisses you, it’s not just affection—it’s a demand, a claim over your lips, over your body. He holds your chin with a gentle yet unyielding grip, keeping you where he wants you. His kisses are lingering, deep, and possessive, often leaving you breathless and craving more of his touch.

𐂂 Thranduil will be extremely protective of your wings, treating them with a reverence that borders on obsession. He may even commission magical elven items for their protection, ensuring no one harms them or touches them without his permission. At times, he will stroke your wings gently, carefully brushing off any stray twigs or leaves, an action that serves to remind you of his control over you. He will take great care to ensure that no harm comes to your wings, as they are the symbol of your connection to him, of your uniqueness.

𐂂 His jealousy knows no bounds. If anyone dares to even glance at you the wrong way, he will take immediate action. He doesn’t hesitate to show his displeasure, whether it’s through cutting words, subtle threats, or making it clear that he is the only one worthy of your attention. He might even isolate you from others, placing you in a secluded part of the forest, away from prying eyes, where you can only be his. In these private moments, he showers you with adoration, but his possessiveness is ever-present.

𐂂 Thranduil is a master at subtle dominance, taking control of situations without overtly showing it. He expects obedience, but he does not force it—his charisma, his allure, and his overwhelming presence make it impossible for you to resist him. He can sense when you need affection or when you are pulling away, and he will know how to draw you back to him with a tender touch or a possessive word.

𐂂 In his darker moments, when he feels you slipping away or when another threatens to take your attention, his possessiveness turns darker. He becomes more commanding, more insistent. His touch becomes firmer, his kisses more urgent, as if he can’t bear the thought of anyone else taking you from him. “You will stay with me,” he murmurs against your skin, “You are mine, now and forever.”

𐂂 Thranduil’s love, in its darkest form, becomes an all-encompassing obsession, a need that twists his otherwise noble heart. He will never let you go, and anyone who dares to try to take you from him will regret it. His love is possessive, controlling, and suffocating, but beneath it all, he truly believes that you, the fairy, are the only one worthy of his affection, and he will stop at nothing to keep you in his arms, where you belong.

📜 𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓭

Yandere/Dark Elf Elrond x Female Fairy Reader Headcanons

✶ Elrond’s love for you is all-consuming. His feelings begin to shift from noble affection to something far darker, bordering on possessive obsession. As a half-Elven being, he sees you as a rare and ethereal creature, a being of light that he cannot afford to lose. He watches your every movement with hawk-like precision, your every word echoing in his mind as he tries to predict your every need. He no longer allows you to wander freely in Rivendell without his presence, as the idea of you slipping away—of you being taken from him—is an unbearable thought.

✶ Elrond’s natural inclination towards leadership grows twisted. He wants to control every aspect of your life—where you go, who you speak to, and even what you feel. He convinces himself that his desire to keep you close is for your safety, but it soon becomes apparent that his true desire is to ensure that no one else can reach you, can touch you, or can love you the way he does. His regal demeanor is now a mask for a deeper, darker hunger.

✶ Elrond takes it upon himself to “protect” you from all harm, even if it means isolating you from everyone else. He sees the world beyond Rivendell as a threat, and you, as the one fragile thing in his life, must be kept away from it. He keeps you secluded in Rivendell, taking long walks with you around the same familiar places, refusing to let you venture beyond his sight. At times, he’s even gone so far as to forbid you from speaking to other Elves, or anyone outside his inner circle, lest they distract you from him.

✶ His affection, once gentle and kind, becomes a suffocating force. Every word he speaks is laced with a possessive undertone, as he constantly reaffirms that you are his and his alone. “No one will ever take you from me, meleth nín. You are mine—now and forever.” His words are calm, but they hold a chilling certainty. His love has become a cage, and with each passing day, the walls grow tighter.

✶ Elrond’s gifts become more elaborate and controlling. Instead of simple tokens of affection, he offers you grand, but carefully chosen, presents. He gifts you a garden within Rivendell—a space so secluded and intimate that no one but you and him may enter. He tends to it personally, ensuring that it is a reflection of his mind, where you are the only flower, the only thing that matters. Each gift, though beautiful, is a way for him to mark his claim on you.

✶ Elrond’s jealousy manifests in subtle but intense ways. He doesn’t let you out of his sight if someone else expresses interest in you. If anyone dares to talk to you for too long, his icy gaze is upon them, watching from a distance. He doesn’t need to interfere directly, for the mere thought of you being approached by another is enough to make him act. If he believes a bond could form, even one of friendship, Elrond will intervene, ensuring that person is swiftly removed from your life—whether through politics, influence, or mere intimidation. He justifies it to himself as protecting you from others’ unworthy intentions.

✶ Elrond’s view of the outside world becomes increasingly disdainful. He sees the race of men and other creatures as weak and fleeting. Their desires, their love—they all pale in comparison to what he offers. He’s not concerned about the well-being of the other inhabitants of Middle-earth as much as he is about keeping you safe, but safe in his arms, isolated from everyone else. You’re his, and he’s willing to watch the world burn before he lets anyone take you away from him.

✶ Elrond’s intimacy with you becomes slow, deliberate, and possessive. Every kiss, every touch, feels like a claim—his fingers tracing over your skin as though he’s mapping your soul. When you’re alone, he showers you with affection, but it’s clear it’s for his own satisfaction. His slow kisses hold a forceful edge, as if reminding you that you are bound to him. He presses himself close to you at all times, and his love for you is always coupled with a strong, unyielding possessiveness. “You are the only one for me, melethril nín. Never forget that.”

✶ His speech becomes even more poetic, yet dark and obsessive. “You are the light of my life, my heart, the only soul I would ever sacrifice for.” He speaks in phrases that hint at his belief that you and he are fated—no one else could love you as he does, no one else could understand you as he does. “Forever, meleth nín, forever we will be as one. There is no future without you.” His love has taken on a tone that speaks not of equality, but of possession.

✶ While Elrond remains the wise, composed leader on the surface, behind closed doors, a cold, calculating nature emerges. If you try to defy him, even in the smallest of ways, you will see the mask slip. His words will turn harsher, more commanding, and his hands will grip you with possessive strength. “Do not test me, meleth nín. You belong to me. No matter how far you try to run, you will always return to me. I will not let you leave.” His once calm demeanor will give way to a storm of dominance, and it’s clear that his patience is running thin.

✶ Elrond convinces himself that he’s giving you choices, but in reality, you are always bound by his will. He will take you to places you would enjoy, all while making sure you know he’s the one who chose them for you. You believe you have some semblance of freedom, but with each passing day, it becomes harder to distinguish where your desires end and his control begins.

✶ In his heart, Elrond feels justified, believing that your love for him is written in the stars. He truly believes that this obsessive, possessive love is for your own good, and that no one else could ever love you as deeply or truly as he does. He is your protector, your lover, and your only source of light in a world of darkness. Whether you agree with him or not, Elrond will make sure you never forget it.

✶ Elrond’s protective nature becomes an all-consuming obsession. His love for you, a delicate and ethereal fairy, manifests in a fierce determination to keep you safe, though his definition of safety is one of total isolation. He will not let you leave Rivendell, often insisting that the outside world is too dangerous for a fragile creature like you. His fingers will often trace the delicate bones of your wings, marveling at their beauty, while he quietly tells you, “No one shall harm you while I draw breath, meleth nín. Your wings are too precious for this world.”

✶ Every inch of your being, from the shimmering tips of your wings to the curve of your waist, becomes his to cherish and, at times, to control. Elrond will always find ways to be close to you, touching your wings as if they were extensions of himself. He caresses the edges of your wings softly, his touch slow and deliberate, leaving a possessive mark that lingers. When he holds you, his arms will wrap around you with the intent to feel your wings pressed against his chest, ensuring that you’re physically close to him at all times.

✶ His affection is tender, but it’s always laced with an undeniable sense of dominance. He will often gently pull you into his embrace, running his fingers through your hair or along the delicate veins of your wings. When you sit beside him, he may run his hand along your wing’s edge, each touch a silent claim, and whisper, “You are mine, little one, as much as your wings belong to the heavens.” He has no intention of sharing you with anyone, and the idea of another admiring your wings fills him with a possessive rage.

✶ Elrond, aware of your fairy nature, will often bring you delicacies and treats. These are not merely for sustenance; they are a way for him to further entrench himself in your life. He will feed you by hand, placing small morsels of food on your lips and gazing at you with longing, as if to say, you are mine, even in your smallest acts. His touch will linger after feeding you, fingers grazing over your lips, and he will kiss your hands, the back of your neck, or your wings as if tasting your very essence.

✶ After your physical intimacy, Elrond’s tenderness will extend into slow, affectionate moments where he presses you close to him. His kisses are drawn out and measured, tender but intense. He takes care to brush his lips over your wings, as if savoring the warmth and beauty of them. When he pulls you close, his hands gently hold your wings in place, making sure they’re not crushed under his embrace, as if treating them as fragile treasures that only he is allowed to touch.

✶ Elrond’s dark version sees your wings not only as beautiful but as something to cherish exclusively. He might tie soft silken ribbons around the base of your wings in a delicate and symbolic way, ensuring they are kept close to him and that no one else can see or touch them. The act is one of worship and control, an intimate display of ownership that he ensures only he can ever untie.

✶ In private moments, Elrond might demand your full attention, ensuring you never wander far from him. He’ll pull you into his study, keeping you seated by his side as he reads, one hand absently running over your wings while the other holds his scroll. His voice might grow soft and low, filled with longing and possessiveness, as he murmurs, “There is no need to leave, meleth nín. The world outside is unworthy of you. You belong here, with me, for all eternity.”

✶ Elrond’s dark affection for your wings becomes a form of obsessive worship. He will often gaze at your wings with a mixture of awe and desire, touching them reverently. He knows their delicate beauty, their fragility, and he treats them as something sacred, yet something that only he is allowed to possess. His touch on your wings becomes a constant reminder that no one else should dare come close, that your wings are a symbol of your bond with him alone.

✶ In moments of intimacy, when he feels the need to reassure himself of his control over you, Elrond will whisper sweet promises in your ear. “You are the only one I will ever need,” he would say, his voice low and full of an emotion that is not entirely tender. “Your wings, your soul, your heart—they belong to me, and I will keep them safe forever. No one will take you from me.” His breath will be hot against your neck as he places another kiss on the delicate skin of your shoulder, near the base of your wings, reaffirming the bond between the two of you.

✶ Even when you move about Rivendell or within the safety of your private spaces, Elrond is never far. He watches from the shadows, knowing that your wings and beauty could attract unwanted attention. At the slightest hint of danger or an unfamiliar gaze upon you, he will appear swiftly by your side, wrapping his arm around you possessively and guiding you away with quiet authority, a warning in his eyes to anyone who dares come too close. “You are mine,” he will murmur, his voice dark and commanding, before retreating to the seclusion of his chambers where he can keep you safe and bound to him.

✶ Elrond’s dark love comes with whispered commands. He may order you to stay within certain boundaries of Rivendell, his gaze cold and unyielding when he senses your desire to venture beyond. “The outside world is not for you,” he will say, his words authoritative. “Stay with me, by my side, where you are safe. I will not lose you to anyone, least of all to your foolish whims.”

👑𝓖𝓲𝓵-𝓰𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓭

Yandere/Dark Elf Gil-galad x Female Fairy Reader Headcanons

🜲 In a dark, yandere interpretation of Gil-galad, the High King of the Noldor, and his interactions with a female fairy reader, things would shift from his normally honorable and composed nature into something far more obsessive and possessive. The darkness of his love for you would twist his noble characteristics, making them intense, controlling, and somewhat unsettling.

🜲 The Obsession as Dark Gil-galad While Gil-galad’s wisdom, nobility, and responsibility are some of his most revered traits, in this yandere version, his wisdom turns to a dangerous kind of obsession. His deep love for you, the fairy, becomes all-consuming. He watches your every move, studying your expressions and habits as if they were pieces of a puzzle he must solve. He becomes fixated on the way you speak, the way you move, even the smallest details of your existence.

🜲 He refuses to let any other male approach you, seeing your beauty and ethereal nature as something only for him. This isn’t out of jealousy, but a deep conviction that your soul belongs to him alone. If anyone shows interest in you, he would subtly, but harshly, remove them from your life, often using his influence as a king to quietly banish anyone who dares to intrude upon what he views as his rightful domain.

🜲 In a dark version of Gil-galad, his protective instincts are not just to safeguard you, but to isolate you from any potential harm. He would keep you hidden from the dangers of Middle-earth—his people, or even the world itself, would be seen as threats. He doesn’t want you to experience the pain and suffering that could be caused by anyone, even if that means keeping you away from everyone but himself.

🜲 Your every move is watched, but he would justify it as “keeping you safe.” Even a mere walk in the garden would be heavily guarded, as he insists on being by your side at all times. He would begin to suppress your own freedom, never truly allowing you to be yourself or experience the world as you once did. But all of this would be done under the guise of “love” and “protection.”

🜲 Yandere Words His speeches would turn darker, more possessive. He might whisper sweet words of devotion in your ear, his voice trembling with an almost manic need to be near you. His compliments would grow more intense, filled with an obsession for you, calling you his “moonlight,” “goddess,” or even “soulmate” in a way that echoes his belief that you were meant to be his, no one else’s.

🜲 He would frequently speak of “forever,” implying that your bond transcends time, both in terms of the literal and metaphorical sense. To him, there is no part of Middle-earth, no piece of reality, where he would let you go. He’d see you as the embodiment of his hopes for the future, the one soul that can make all the pain and sacrifice he’s endured worth it.

🜲 His desire to express his affection would turn into an overwhelming need to make you feel his love. No one else’s affection could compare to his. His words would be poetic, deeply romantic, yet chillingly possessive: “You are the light of my kingdom, the only soul I would ever sacrifice everything for, my love.”

🜲 Possession and Control He would subtly, yet forcefully, begin to control your life. Every decision you make, every moment of your day would somehow revolve around him. Even if you love something that isn’t directly tied to him, he’d make it his mission to make sure that he’s involved in your life. If you spent time alone with someone else, even for something as innocent as a friendly conversation, he would be there, watching from the shadows, ready to swoop in if things went too far.

🜲 His “gifts” for you would be imbued with his own personal touch—perhaps a garden of flowers, but one that only he tends to, so no one else can approach you. Maybe he would create a sanctuary just for you, a private world where no one else can enter, but all of it would be his doing, with no part of your existence outside of his control.

🜲 His affection for you would be obsessive, suffocating at times, but always laced with a veneer of nobility and gentleness. You’d never feel abandoned or unloved, but the weight of his affection would make you feel constantly watched and cared for in a way that feels unnatural. Every time you express love or affection for him, it fuels his obsession. He would respond with a soft smile, but there’s a hint of something darker behind it—this is his love, and no one else’s could ever rival it.

🜲 In private moments, he’d indulge in intense physical affection—holding you tightly, wrapping you in his arms, kissing you deeply, as though reaffirming his claim on your heart. These acts might feel like genuine affection, but the darkness beneath them would be palpable.

🜲 The Darker Side of His Love Behind his serene, composed exterior, there is a growing storm of control. While he keeps up his public persona of the noble High King, in private he’s a much more dangerous figure. If you ever try to leave or express doubt, his demeanor would shift instantly. His voice would turn colder, and his gaze would pierce through you, unyielding. The moment you try to escape, even in the smallest way, he would remind you that you belong to him—body and soul. His calm nature would disappear, and a cold, calculating side of him would emerge to bend you to his will.

🜲 He would say things like, “You are mine, now and forever. You cannot escape me, even if you wish to. You are my heart.” His voice would not falter, his grip on you becoming more vice-like with every passing day.

🜲 The Dark Elf Transformation As a “dark elf” version of Gil-galad, his connection to his people and his responsibilities may remain, but his sense of justice and duty would be warped by his love for you. His obsession would manifest not only in his personal life but also in his role as High King. His decisions as a ruler would begin to revolve around you, prioritizing your desires and safety above the needs of his people or even the greater good.

🜲 Gil-galad would be fascinated by your wings, which symbolize your ethereal beauty and unique nature. He would often trace them gently with his fingers, but it’s clear that this touch goes beyond admiration—he wants to claim them, almost as though he’s marking you as his own. He would insist that you stay near him at all times, fearing that someone might take advantage of your beauty or your wings.

🜲 He would make sure that no one can get too close to you, keeping a vigilant watch over every movement. At times, his concern might be suffocating. If you tried to take a walk in the garden or venture outside of his sight, he would insist on accompanying you, subtly ensuring you don’t go anywhere without him. If necessary, his personal guards would be stationed just outside the door, always on alert, ensuring no one approaches.

🜲 Creating a Sanctuary for you as Gil-galad would craft a private sanctuary just for you, a garden or a room within his palace where you can be alone—yet, even in solitude, he is there, watching over you. He’d fill it with flowers, many of which would be handpicked by him, a symbol of his claim over your heart. These flowers, while beautiful, would be the only ones you’re allowed to interact with. No one else would be permitted to approach them, much like no one is allowed to approach you.

🜲 At times when his fear of losing you overtakes him, he would pull you into his arms and hold you tightly, his chest pressed against yours, as though he could absorb your very essence. His touch would be firm, controlling, but always laced with an undercurrent of love, as though reminding you that you belong to him.

🜲 In private, Gil-galad would whisper words of adoration, calling you his “moonlight” or “little flower,” but in a darker tone, as though every syllable is a reminder of his dominance over you. His kisses would not be the gentle pecks you may have expected, but deep, passionate kisses that feel like a seal of ownership. He would kiss your forehead, your lips, your neck, and even the back of your hands, tracing the outline of your wings with his lips in an attempt to reinforce his connection to you.

🜲 Wings as a Symbol of Ownership His obsession with your wings goes beyond affection. He would often caress them, taking care to gently stroke the feathers. His actions would be both possessive and tender, as if keeping them safe from the world outside his control. He might even ask you to keep your wings wrapped close to you when others are around, subtly instructing you to hide them from view, further isolating you from others.

🜲 Gil-galad’s affection is not just about being near you; it is about controlling your environment. He would make sure you are always surrounded by his presence and by the things that remind you of him. Small tokens, like a necklace with a stone that glows faintly in your presence, would be given as gifts, symbolizing the bond he believes you share.

🜲 Whenever he speaks to you, his words are always full of dark devotion: “You are mine, and only mine,” he’d say with a calm yet possessive tone. He would speak of “forever,” of a bond that transcends time and space, convinced that your souls are intertwined in ways no one can understand. “Even if you wished to leave me, you could never escape,” he would softly murmur, his voice carrying an unsettling certainty.

🜲 In moments when you are lost in thought, reading or gazing into the distance, Gil-galad would watch you intently. He finds your moments of solitude the most beautiful because, in those moments, your wings seem to glow softly in the light, and your beauty is all his. He might approach you slowly, pressing a kiss to your temple or whispering sweet words that make you aware of his unwavering presence.

🜲 Isolating You Any potential threat, whether it’s a person or even a situation, would be swiftly dealt with. If a person expresses interest in you, he would use his kingly influence to subtly remove them from your life. At times, his methods would be underhanded, ensuring that you remain alone with him. His desire for exclusivity extends to every part of your life—your social interactions, your time, your freedom—everything is carefully curated by Gil-galad.

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How would the fellowship, Thorin, Fili, Kili, Haldir, Arwen and Eomer react to someone they like who always calls everyone by cute names like ‘love’, ‘babe’, ‘hon’, ‘darling’ etc.

Oooh, good question! I’m going to split this up into LoTR & The Hobbit imagines for the whole casts if that’s all right 😄

LoTR Characters When You Call Everyone Pet Names

Aragorn

His favorite part of your habit, in all honesty, is other people’s reactions. The first time you do it to him he sort of quirks up a brow, but others take it more extremely, offense or otherwise. He gets protective, though, if those others respond taking it too far. He’ll step in front of you if they start flirting with you or try to touch you unbidden even if you’re just friends at that point. No matter who in his group that is, unacceptable. At the use of a regular name slid into the flows of your conversation, something akin to "Oh, honey, you have no idea", his lips quirk up and privately he wonders if you’ve ever meant it.

Legolas

Your first meeting is you brushing past him at Rivendell with an "Excuse me, darling". Needless to say he stares after you with wide eyes because you must know him, but from where? Then you greet Elrond with an enthusiastic "Sweetheart, how I have missed you", and while the Lord of Imladris appears aware of the affront, he is also amused. Clearly this is simply your manner. Because of this, he accepts it without much overthought, though your pet names never fail to bring a smile to the elf prince's lips.

Boromir

The kindness you show him almost breaks him- is he worthy of your honeyed words? "Easy, dear heart, the troubles you carry are not even your own, are they?" The part of him tempted to lash out almost wins, but at the end of the day, you are right. All he can do is shake his head. He's heard you say call such sweet names before, but alongside your other words they pierce his heart like nothing before. He bids you sit by his side. "Wish me to speak or to listen?" You ask, and that is when Boromir knows he has fallen for you.

Gimli

"Who are you calling sweetheart, darling?" Offended as he may be, Gimli also takes it as a challenge of sorts, leaning in closer with smug satisfaction. It becomes a sort of tension for you both, an odd banter of affectionate nicknames tossed out even with the bloodiest challenges. "Cut his head off, Gimli darling!" "Wouldn't dream of doing any less, dear!" Gimli begins getting offended as your habit pops out with others, asking you pointedly what you think you're doing calling the elf sweetheart. "What's he done to earn that, eh?" Leaning in, your noses almost brushing, you give him a smile dripping with smug mock-sweetness. "I thought you didn't enjoy being called that." "Well," he crosses his arms stubbornly, eyes falling away from yours, "I suppose I've gotten used to it now."

Frodo

"Frodo, my sweet, please eat just a bit more for me, I worry so." Frodo's heart does a somersault- he's made sure notice of your habit by now, heard you speak your darlings and sweethearts aplenty. You often said it to tease the others when spirits were light or when you cared for them, but that was not all. The words my sweet were reserved for him. Everyone else got a plethora, it seemed, but him, and it vexed him in the best way possible, twisting his heart like nothing else. The sound of it was like a balm to Frodo, and he dared hope it held the meaning he dearly wished it to, for he was too shy to ask it of you just yet.

Sam

“Sam, love, pass me the ladle, if you please.” Samwise, thinking his heart might burst from his chest and run right up to you, pauses, speaks carefully. “What was that?” He asks, your name falling softly, almost delicately, from his lips. He’d heard the way you tease people before, usually addressing them as ‘my dear’. This was something else. The smile you gave him in response, too, was practically enough to kill him- could you tell? “I just asked if I might borrow the ladle, love.” Yep, the jig was up now.

Merry

“It’s got to be some sort of custom.” “That or you’ll be very, very wrong.” You arched a private brow over Merry and Pippin’s back-and-forth whispering, but thought nothing more of it until your next interaction with the blonde hobbit. “Merry, sweetheart, what are you doing?” Looking up from his knife, he held up a small chunk of wood with a strangely cocky grin. “Just a bit of whittling, dear.” Something about the roguish look he gave you, the confidence with which he adopted your habit, had your heart fluttering; you faltered a bit in your response before you sat at his side. Unbeknownst to you, he was elbowing Pippin triumphantly on the other side.

Pippin

His heart soars the first time he hears you call him honey. No matter what attacks you or what happens that day, day made. Then he hears you saying "No put that down, Merry sweetheart" and it all comes crashing to the ground because he’d gotten it into his head that he was special- was he wrong? He had to have been. When the words so easily pass between your lips again, this time in the form of '"Gimli dear, let me see that", hurt mingles with realization of your manner- that is just how you are. Moments pass, thoughts drifting by as clouds deciding whether or not to storm, before Pippin makes up his mind: he'll make known his interest, try everything he can until he truly does stand out.

Faramir

Publicly he barely humors it, trying to keep a tough face when his seniors or especially his father are present. Privately? It amuses him. Pleases his heart to see one with light spirits in the face of everything. Your ways make you something of an anchor, a reminder why he does the things that he does. You make Faramir laugh and he knows Boromir enjoys your company too- the three of you together form an escape that reminds Faramir of his younger days. And perhaps that happiness you always brings him has slowly metamorphosed, glimmering with hope every time you call him dear.

Eomer

This man, a military leader, and you call him honey? Eomer is shaken up honestly. He can’t even be annoyed because he’s too busy freezing with a slight frown upon his face. Wits coming back about him, he opens his mouth to question you, ask in his blunt way why you address him so... then you turn around and call his sister my dearest and oh, perhaps he was truly overthinking it. He laughs it off, swears to put it out of his head...but the mental image of you calling him a name of endearment plays over and over again whether he wills it or not.

Haldir

“And what has our precious jewel brought to us now?” Since discovering Haldir bristled a bit at your little names, you had decided to find the most ridiculous ones possible for the marchwarden. It worked every time, too, judging by the furrow of his brow. “They go to the Lady of Lórien,” he replied simply, not to be goaded so easily. The man he seemed to know the best, the ranger, exchanged looks of amusement with you. “And what do you have to say for yourself, my dear?” You asked the man. Just as you suspected, Haldir’s expression darkened a bit further- perhaps he had gotten a bit more used to his names than he let on. At that, you couldn’t help a chuckle and a smirk.

Eowyn

Though she may not voice it, she is questioning of your ways at first because she has firsthand experience of people using words as weapons, saying whatever they can to influence others’ will. So sure, call her dear but you will get nothing of her she does not want to give. The day this changes is actually when you call her brother a pet name and he’s shocked and the wide look in her eyes has both of you laughing in a way you usually do not. She envies your carefree ways and from that moment on enjoys basking in them. It is impossible to help the way her heart gives a little flutter whenever a 'dear' or 'my darling' is directed her way, however...

Arwen

The surprise she fixes you with upon playfully addressing her as ‘my pretty’ encourages you, if you are being honest. It’s a pleasant look, flattered and floored, that you think a lady like Arwen deserves to make again and again. As a result, while everyone else gets a casual darling or dear, you make it your mission to fluster Arwen as much as possible. “Ah, treasure, how has this day treated you so far?” She flushes. “…Well, I say. Thank you. And I wish you to know that you are no less than you say I am. The way you speak to me? It can also be said of yourself.”

Elrond

You are caring. Parental. As a father of three, Elrond appreciates the way you speak gently and warmly. Assist his healed patients with soft whispers of be free of your pain, dear heart. As he granted you leave to use his name rather than My Lord you still slip up at times…until it becomes quite the opposite and a good night, dear slips from your lips upon parting for the evening. Elrond accepts and assures your every apology with an affectionate smile, shocking himself with the realization that his feelings for you are much stronger than he had allowed himself awareness of.

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