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elficially-done-with-life · 10 months ago

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Hundred Years Ago

Pairing: Haldir x Reader

Summery: Haldir wants to ask you an important question, but you two are interrupted.

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"Will we be there soon?" you asked with feigned impatience.

Haldir snorted in amusement: "Can't wait, can you?"

"No." you admitted. You really wished you could see something, but Haldir was very thorough in covering your eyes. "I finally want to know what you are making such a secret about. You even took the day OFF! Until two days ago, I was sure you did not even know how to do that."

"Oh, shut up," you could hear from his voice that he was grinning. Then you felt him gently press his lips to the tip of your ear. "Do not worry, Meleth nîn, we will be right there."

Haldir had been very secretive for the past few days, sometimes whispering quietly with his brothers, but would stop talking when you were within earshot.

At first you didn't think anything of it, but you were very interested in what they were talking about.

When Haldir took the day off from his duties, you were sure that something was up.

And now he was leading you to a 'mysterious place'. Whether it was really that mysterious you didn't know, but as he covered your eyes you had no idea where you were going.

Suddenly he stopped and said: "Ready?"

"Of course!" you said excitedly and he carefully took his hands away from your eyes, and you couldn't help but notice that they were shaking a little.

It took a while for your eyes to find out where you were.

Spread out on the ground in front of you was a large picnic blanket with a huge basket on top, which, judging by the smell, was filled with all your favourite treats.

You were in a clearing that you knew only too well. "This is where we met for the first time!"

Haldir nodded. "Exactly one hundred years ago."

"What?" you asked in surprise and turned to face him. To your surprise, his cheeks were slightly flushed, which was a little unusual for Haldir.

"Exactly one hundred years ago," he repeated, "we met here for the first time."

"You mean when you nearly shot me with one of your arrows?" you replied, smiling gently. That he had actually thought of that was incredible.

"I thought you were an orc." Haldir only replied. "You were walking around far too close to the borders. Be glad I did not have such a good aim back then," he leaned forward so that you could feel his breath on your lips as he said, "I would not miss my target today."

He was probably expecting you to playfully punch him in the side or come up with a counter-argument, but he had surprised you today, so you wanted to surprise him too.

You quickly leaned forward and before Haldir could react, your lips had already captured his in a gentle kiss.

Haldir returned the kiss and wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you tighter against him, while the fingertips of his other hand glided over your spine.

Eventually he pulled away from you again and nodded towards the picnic blanket. "How about we sit down and eat something."

The food tasted delicious, and you knew from the first bite you took that Haldir must have made it all himself. It had probably taken ages.

You loved the food your beloved made, but unfortunately you couldn't eat it that often because he always had to work.

"I am really surprised that you remember exactly which day we met. I have to admit that I remember the year but I could not have told you the day," you admitted.

Haldir laughed softly. "I could not either. Orophin still knew. He accompanied me here for the first time because he was finally old enough to learn how to handle a bow and arrow."

You remembered well. Both of Haldir's brothers had been quite young at the time and he had cared for them since the death of their parents. One of the reasons why you had practically helped raise them after you two had become close.

"Then I guess I will have to thank him later," you said playfully and winked at him.

Haldir shrugged his shoulders. "He only provided the date, but I was planning to come here with you anyway." Suddenly his voice became a little quieter, almost uncertain. "I wanted to ask you a really important question."

He swallowed and put his plate aside, then reached for your hand. "Meleth nîn, I- "

But something interrupted him. Just as he was about to get to the question you were dying to know, there was a rustling in a bush not far from you.

Haldir jumped up and stood protectively in front of you. He pulled a knife from his sleeve, which he always had there, whether he was working or not, so that he wouldn't be unarmed in an emergency.

"Who is there?" he asked loudly, his eyes fixed on the bush.

You held your breath.

Then two elves you knew all too well poked their blond heads out of the bush. Orophin and Rùmil.

"You did not ask her!" Rùmil said indignantly and grimaced. "Do you know how uncomfortable it is to hide in a bush? We were here a few minutes before you and now we haven't even seen the big moment."

Haldir put the knife away again and massaged his forehead. "You two really are- "

"Besides, I contributed more than just the date," Orophin said to you with a pompous look, "I also chose the picnic basket! I borrowed it from Lord Celeborn, you have no idea how many he has lying around because he goes on picnics with Lady Galadriel all the time!"

You could hardly stifle your giggles as relief washed over you. For a moment you thought you were going to have to fight an orc or a wild animal.

Orophin and Rumil now climed out from the undergrowth of the bush with some difficulty and went over to you.

"Some stupid root cut me." Rùmil cursed.

"Serves you right." Haldir grumbled, but you could see his eyes immediately moving up and down his brothers body to see if he was seriously injured. Since he apparently wasn't, Haldir gave him an angry look.

Since his brothers obviously realised that they couldn't simply talk their way out of it, they turned to you with a nervous smile. "You are happy to see us, right?"

You gave Haldir a sideways glance before grinning back. "I am always happy to see you. But there are sometimes very inopportune moments, you know?"

They blushed and nodded cautiously.

Haldir rubbed his face with the hand he had just used to massage his temple.

"We will talk about it later," he finally said, turning to his brothers. "Go now."

Slowly, he let himself sink back onto the picnic blanket.

"I am sorry." he whispered, "I do not know if you still- "

You put a hand on his arm and gently pressed your lips to his cheek. "I would love to hear your question."

"We have known each other for a hundred years now," he began nervously, placing his hand under your chin so that you could look each other in the eye. "Would you do me the honour of courting you?"

Excitement rose in you and it took a few seconds before you were even able to form an answer in your head.

You couldn't believe he had actually asked that! No wonder his brothers had made such a fuss.

Meanwhile, Haldir's face looked very strained and only now did you realise that you still hadn't answered him.

A broad grin spread across your face and you said in a voice trembling with excitement: "There is nothing I would enjoy more."

Haldir slowly pulled you close and together you snuggled up on the picnic blanket under the stars.

When it was already very late, you made your way back.

Haldir carried the basket while you tucked the rolled-up blanket under your arm.

At first he had insisted on carrying both, but when you said you couldn't possibly leave everything to your future husband, he blushed and gave you the picnic blanket.

When you arrived home, all you wanted to do was fall into bed, but when you opened the front door, Haldir's brothers came to meet you.

"Now you are breaking into our house too," he said, but you could tell from the grin on his lips that he didn't hold it against them.

His brothers also seemed to have noticed the grin and with an excited squeal they ran towards you with open arms. "She said yes!"

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from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras · 1 year ago

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Three Weeks on the Nimrodel

Well, here it is. My first (and oldest) piece of fic. I'm going against my brand here by posting something set in Lorien when Rohan is really my jam. But this is the first thing I ever wrote, so it seems fitting that it should be the first posted, too.

Pairing: Haldir x reader (The reader is gender neutral beyond 2 uses of the descriptor "beautiful", which is still neutral to me but your mileage might vary.)

Genre: Romance, I guess

Summary: Two elves who are frequently misunderstood by others find the joy of having someone really see and value them for who they are.

Inspiration: This all came from the well loved gif above, in which Craig Parker does beautiful work communicating a whole emotional arc (surprise, confusion, acceptance, appreciation) when Aragorn unexpectedly shows Haldir some loving affection. In that half-second of screen time, I see an entire book of backstory about Haldir's character--about being someone who is very reserved by nature, who isn't necessarily comfortable freely expressing feelings and innermost thoughts, but who still feels deep emotional connections to others that can come out under the right circumstances. As a very reserved person myself, I can relate--if you tend to keep your thoughts and feelings close to the vest, people will make a lot of assumptions and judgments about you that probably aren't right, and that can be exhausting. When someone finally does understand you and allows you to be comfortable enough to open up on your own terms, it's a life changing experience. So that's what I tried to write.

Word count: approx 3200 (~ 6 pages)

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It is still early when you arrive in the center of Caras Galadhon, joining the crowd of elves waiting to find out where they will be posted for the next few weeks of guard duty. Most in the group are veteran marchwardens, deeply familiar with each other and the daily routine of life near the borders. By contrast, you are a city warden, often dedicated to the direct protection of the Lady of the Wood. But you have been asked to serve a temporary rotation on the borders while several of the regular marchwardens are away with Lord Celeborn on a visit to Mirkwood.

The change of pace is not unwelcome to you. While you love Caras Galadhon and are honored to spend time in the service of Lady Galadriel, you frequently find yourself craving distance from the city in favor of the quiet outlying areas, where it is easy to hear clear birdsong, the rustling steps of small animals scampering by, and the patter of light raindrops falling on mallorn leaves.

The crowd begins to murmur as the deputy captain appears and begins handing around sheets of paper with duty assignments. As the pages spread through the crowd, the murmurs turn to both sighs of disappointment and quiet expressions of satisfaction.

“All I want is to avoid the Nimrodel,” you overhear the elf next to you mutter to a friend of his. You recognize him as Calendil, who, like many of his companions, is well known for carousing around Caras Galadhon any time he is home on leave. As a group, the marchwardens are a boisterous company who seem always determined to pack several weeks of fun into the few days of free time they’ve been given. “Three weeks posted with the captain is more than can be asked of me.”

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise at this mention of Captain Haldir. You know him a little–everyone in Lorien knows the leader of the marchwardens–and have never before heard a negative word uttered about him. Your path does not often cross with his, but you admire his impressive record of achievements and have never seen him treat another elf with anything but courteous respect.

“You speak truly,” replies Calendil’s companion. “I cannot spend so much time with someone who has so little to say. That much silence is enough to drive one a little mad.”

A wave of indignation rolls through your body. It is undeniably true that Haldir is very reserved. He says little that isn’t necessary to the conduct of his duties, and what he is truly thinking behind his large blue eyes is often a mystery. But that has never seemed a negative trait to you. Indeed, you appreciate that he does not talk simply for talk’s sake and that he does not seem concerned with always making his own opinions known. What’s more, you recognize a fair amount of his inherent reserve in your own nature. If you didn’t often force yourself to satisfy others’ expectations by taking on a more outgoing, sociable persona, perhaps your own wardens would describe you just as these elves have described their captain.

Calendil’s conversation comes to an abrupt end as a copy of the assignment sheet makes its way into his hands. Peering over his shoulder, you quickly find your own name allocated to a remote post near the edge of the Dimrill Dale. A glance further down the list confirms what you already know from the quiet groan that has just escaped from Calendil’s lips: he has been assigned to the Nimrodel post.

An idea quickly forms in your head, and you tap him on the shoulder. Why should he spend three weeks feeling miserable with his posting–and, no doubt, making anyone around him miserable as a result–when you have no particular attachment to your own assignment? Calendil can go to the Dimrill Dale, and you will spend your posting with Haldir instead.

“If such a trade is permitted within your ranks, I will gladly make the exchange,” you offer. “I have always loved the river. And I have no objection to the company of someone who takes his duty seriously and does not revel in idle chatter.”

Calendil’s face registers a moment of regret as he realizes that his prior conversation has been heard by others, but it is quickly replaced by a wide, beaming smile that reflects his rapid change of fortune. “It is permitted,” he says, “and I happily accept. Remind me the next time we are both on leave, and I will reward your generosity with some of my own!”

You doubt that whatever reward he has in mind will suit your inclinations, but there is no need to worry about that now. Calendil has already sprinted off toward the deputy captain to report the change, and you turn toward home to gather your supplies.

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Two days later, you are approaching the Nimrodel post, which is located in a lovely old mallorn tree with twisted roots that hang over the river’s edge. You raise your hand to your lips and whistle the signal. The return call echoes off the trees before a slim rope ladder drops from the branches above you. You run lightly up the rungs, making easy work of the climb to the talan perched near the great tree’s crown, where it commands a wide view of the river and much of the western section of the border.

As you hoist yourself and your pack onto the platform, you look up to see a single figure standing a few feet away. It is Haldir, leaning against the wind screen with his bow slung loosely over his shoulder and his white-blonde hair blowing gently in the breeze.You are surprised to see him there alone; wardens generally keep watch in pairs or groups of three for safety. You are there to relieve Arthalion, who is due now to return home for a break, but there is no sign of Arthalion or his things.

“Mae govannen, Captain,” you say, placing your hand on your chest and bowing your head slightly. “Is everything well?”

Haldir returns the gesture with a small smile. “Yes. It has been blessedly uneventful. Perhaps it is the threat of the weather.”

This makes sense. Just last month, an orc party attempting a surprise attack during a thunderstorm found themselves nearly washed away by sudden flooding from the Celebrant. Since then, even the hint of rain has tended to keep them at bay.

“And Arthalion? Is he out on a task?”

Haldir shakes his head. “I sent him back early. You might have passed one another in the forest except that he planned to meet a small hunting party further north. As I said, things here were quiet, and he was anxious to join his friends.” He gives a small shrug and looks down. “I will do the same for you, if circumstances allow and you desire it. I do not wish to keep anyone from their enjoyments unless duty requires it.”

You permit yourself a brief moment to wonder what Haldir’s own enjoyments might be. You have heard that he is a talented artist, making detailed pencil sketches of the forest, but he does not often show his work to others.

“That is a thoughtful offer,” you say. “But I have no pressing need to return, and I would not have you out here alone, even if there is no other elf in Lorien better able to protect himself.”

He acknowledges this compliment with a modest smile and gestures toward a small shelf where you can store your belongings. His own are few in number but neatly stacked or folded with military precision. You note that he does, in fact, have a small bundle of pencils and a notebook, but, as expected, there is no sign of any actual drawings.

After stowing your things, you settle into a position opposite him on the talan, and a silence ensues. It is of no bother to you–you’re enjoying the smell of the damp air and the touch of the light wind on your face–but you soon notice that Haldir is looking increasingly discomfited as the quiet minutes slip by. His gaze shifts frequently between the horizon, his hands on his bow, and your face.

“Was…your journey here pleasant?” His face is studiously neutral, but his voice sounds strained and he picks at a splinter on his bow. You realize that he is trying to make conversation for your benefit, to fill in the noticeable silence with casual talk that clearly does not come easily to him. You feel a sudden rush of affection for him, this intensely quiet being who is making himself uncomfortable so that you will feel welcome. You wonder how best to put him at ease.

“It was very pleasant,” you reply. “I am so rarely outside of the city these days that any chance to enjoy the forest is a gift. I can understand why being a marchwarden is an attractive job, at least during times of relative peace.”

He looks up, reappraising your face, and nods his agreement.

You hesitate before speaking again, unsure about how directly to address his uneasiness.

“Captain,” you begin, “it sounds like we may have an uneventful tour here. If that is the case, please do not feel that you are obligated to occupy my time. I am quite comfortable with quiet activity and my own thoughts and would gladly afford you space for the same if that is something you wish.”

His cheeks and ears flush slightly but, despite his apparent embarrassment at being accurately perceived, he seems immediately relieved as well. “Thank you,” he says. “If you are as good a warden as you are a reader of people, I feel myself in safe hands indeed.”

The next several days pass by peacefully. Between occasional scouting trips up or down the riverbank and regularly monitoring the view from the talan, you mostly spend the time together in companionable silence. You take turns preparing simple meals, and during breaks in the intermittent rain you make minor repairs to nearby rope bridges and other hidden defenses in the area. In the evenings, you read a book by lantern light while Haldir sits next to his own lantern and sketches in his notebook, occasionally transferring completed drawings into a closed leather folio at his side. Every so often, you both glance up at the same time, and you give him a warm smile when your eyes meet before turning back to your respective pages.

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One evening, as you clean up the remains of your small dinner and take out your book again, Haldir lightly clears his throat.

“That book seems to engage you much,” he says. “May I ask what it is?”

Surprised, you hold it out to him, and he takes it, examining the cover and flipping through a few pages.

“I do not recognize this script,” he says, looking at it with curiosity.

“It is a representation of Rohirric,” you tell him. “My brother was a skilled linguist who passed on some small portion of his knowledge to me. He spent many months visiting a friend in the court at Edoras and helped them to start preserving some of their oral traditions with a system of letters. This is a copy of one of his first completed projects–the story of the founding of Rohan–which he sent to me as a gift.”

Haldir looks again with renewed interest at a few pages before handing the book back to you. “Your brother sounds like an impressive scholar,” he says. “Does he remain in Rohan?”

You hesitate slightly before responding. “In a way. Two years ago an orc band in search of horses raided a village near the Limlight while my brother happened to be visiting. They caught him and his hosts unaware. The Rohirrim buried his body in a place of honor with their people, though his spirit has surely gone to Mandos.”

You relate this with downcast eyes, tracing over your brother’s name on the cover of the book with your thumb. After a few moments, you look up again, expecting to see Haldir withdrawn from the conversation. You know that many elves are uncomfortable with death, which is an unnatural state for your kind, and there is nothing in your interactions so far to indicate that Haldir will want to continue such a personal discussion. You are surprised once again, however, to find that he is looking at you intently.

“I am deeply sorry,” he says. “Working as I do, I have known many elves who met a similar fate in battle, and it is never easy. My own brothers are a treasure to me, and I cannot imagine losing them. I hope I have not contributed to your suffering by unwittingly bringing up a painful subject.”

You blink back a few tears and smile. Through your sadness, you are moved by the warmth of his response and honored that he was willing to share something personal of himself. “Of course not,” you say. “Talking about my brother is one way to keep him with me. Thank you, Captain.” You reach forward and squeeze his hand. He flinches slightly at the unexpected touch, but then gently returns the squeeze.

“Please,” he says, “call me Haldir.”

*****

After that night, things are different between the two of you. You both speak more often, tentatively at first but then with increasing comfort. You trade stories about old adventures and talk about the joys and frustrations of your daily lives. You discover that he has much to say when he finally feels more at ease. He is even quite funny, with a dry wit that you did not expect but thoroughly enjoy. You walk together in the forest and rest your feet in the waters of the Nimrodel during the day, and in the evenings he asks you to read to him from your book. You happily relate tales of Cirion and Eorl and the coming of the Northmen to Calenardhon as he draws quietly, occasionally interjecting a question or a brief comment.

The time passes quickly and easily, and soon your rotation will be at an end. You realize there is a growing pain in your heart each time you think about your imminent departure. Your old life suddenly feels dull and uninteresting to you now. You do not want to go back to a time without his companionship. You debate whether to say this to him, but you cannot imagine how he might react to such a confession. Paralyzed by uncertainty, the last days of your assignment tick by.

On your final evening, you are preparing for one last opportunity to enjoy what has become your nightly routine. Just as he is about to settle with his notepad and folio, however, he notices your canteen is empty and insists on climbing down to fill it for you. As he reaches the ground and disappears over the riverbank, the wind changes direction and a sudden gust rips across the talan, flinging back the cover of the folio and sending papers flying out in all directions. You cry out in dismay and throw yourself desperately onto the pages whipping around you, seeking to hold them down long enough to gather them safely together.

It is only after you have retrieved all the loose pages and are preparing to neatly stack them that you first look at the drawings themselves and are stunned by what you see: beautiful illustrations of the stories you’ve been reading to him, the words of your brother’s book brought to vivid life in graceful pencil lines and delicate shading. You leaf through the stack in awed amazement only to nearly drop the whole pile again when you turn a page and find an image of yourself as you must look to him each night, sitting by your lantern with your book in your lap. You keep turning pages and find more of yourself…braiding your hair first thing in the morning, standing at the wind screen and scanning the horizon, unlacing your boots at the end of a day. Your breath catches in your throat as you absorb these images. You have never looked more beautiful than you do here, seen through his eyes.

A sudden noise behind you tears your attention from the papers in your hand, and you turn to find Haldir standing there. You are immediately overwhelmed by panic and begin to stammer out an explanation for how you came to be holding his personal things, violating his privacy. “I…the wind…they were blowing away and…”. Hot tears well up in your eyes and are soon spilling down your cheeks, partly from embarrassment at the situation but mostly as the feelings you’ve been keeping pent up threaten to come flooding out all at once. “I was not trying to…I…”. An involuntary sob robs you of the ability to finish your sentence, though you aren’t sure how you would have finished it had you been able.

At the sound of your sob, he moves forward, quickly closing the distance between you. He hesitantly cups a hand under your jaw and uses his thumb to brush a tear from your cheek. “Please do not cry,” he says. “I would not ever see you in pain if it were in my power to prevent it. I am not upset. These drawings were for you, for your book. You were meant to have them, except the last few, which I hoped to keep as a reminder of these days and how happy I have been.” Your eyes snap up to his face, searching for confirmation that you have correctly understood his words.

“You know that I am not much for talking,” he continues. “But I am a very good observer. I know that you see me for who I am, just as I see you. I see all of the ways that you are kind and interesting and intelligent and beautiful. I have no expectation that you return my feelings, and if all I ever have with you are these three weeks then I will cherish the memory of these weeks through all the long ages of my life. But I would….”

Before he can complete his thought, your body reacts on its own impulse, a pure release of elation. You throw your arms around his neck and bury your face in his broad chest, still crying but now with tears of joy. You hear a sharp intake of breath as he processes your reaction, and for a fraction of a moment he stands motionless and silent before breaking into a smile and wrapping you in his arms. You could live in those arms forever, and now perhaps you will.

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friendship-ditch · 1 month ago

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Whumptober Day 6 - "It's not my blood"

Platonic Aragorn x Reader ✼

Summary: After the Battle of Helms Deep, Aragorn needs some reluctant healing.

Warnings/Notes: Just some descriptions of blood and wounds. This is actually a story for 3/4 prompts, being: It's not my blood, Not realizing they're injured, and unhealthy coping mechanism. Also this is my first male x reader but its platonic sooo

Word Count: 1399

The battle of Helm's Deep, while victorious for Rohan as a whole, was a heavy burden on every surviving soldier's heart. Not a single elven soldier still took breath beside Legolas, and few of the initial men had survived the night.

Aragorn was not unused to loss, for he had lost the majority of the people in his life and clung so desperately to those he had left that to scan over the battlefield under the rising sun, it felt like his heart had died as well.

The death of Haldir was particularly hard on him, as was the deaths of the other elves as this was not a war they had to fight but still chose to do so out of the goodness of their hearts, and it cost them everything.

Aragorn stumbled into what remained of the inner walls of the city. He’d been busy helping the medics gather the wounded to be treated, carrying those that could not walk and running errands for as many herbs as he could. So much blood had been spilt he had become almost numb to it as he did not notice his own on his clothes.

Finally once the initial shock began to wear off and most of the wounded were being healed, reality began to set in. Not only had Aragorn been blown up, something he never thought possible, he also had not slept in who knows how long, had various other wounds, and was also grieving hundreds. The weight of it all was both heavy on his mind and body.

You were walking through the tents of the wounded, a basket full to the brim of supplies and such in your arms. As a part of the Fellowship, you’d fought during the battle just as everyone else had and were a bit scathed yourself, but nothing could’ve prepared you for the sight of Aragorn.

The wounded man nearly ran you over, though you had a feeling he would’ve been the one to fall had you collided. He stumbled backward with the balance of a newborn foal, half groan-half gasp escaping his lips.

“Aragorn!” You gasped, grabbing his arm to steady him as he swayed.

“‘M alright…” He said, straightening up though he winced in the process. The wound on his shoulder that had gone through various stages of being wrapped throughout the night was bleeding once more, as was a nasty gash on his forehead.

The blood was sticky on your fingers as you tried to wipe it away. Aragorn dodged any further touches like a stubborn mule. “What are you doing?”

You move your hand back, grabbing his face. “You look like you fought Sauron yourself.” You muttered, angry at the fool for neglecting his own pain.

“I’m not injured.” Aragorn protested. He tried to pull his head out of your grip but you fought back.

“What about this?” You held your red hand up, then pointed to the blood staining his armor and clothes. “Or this?”

“That’s not… It’s not my blood.” He stammered.

“It’s literally pouring out of your body, Aragorn. Stop trying to make me not worry because it’s only worrying me more.” You snapped at him, wiping his own blood back on his shirt and then gently punching him in the chest.

The wounded man’s expression was nothing but surprise; his tired eyes widened and red, eyebrows nearly at his hairline. In utter honesty, he had not realized he was so incredibly injured, not that the blood on him was his own.

Instead of protesting any further, he just looked at you like a lost child.

You heaved a sigh. Gently, you released his face from your tight grip and then grabbed his forearm. “We have to get you cleaned up. The last thing we need is for you to bleed out in front of everybody.”

“I’m not going to–”

Aragorn stopped once you shot him a dangerous look and he just fell into quiet defeat, dipping his head. He silently let you lead him into a more secluded area of the medical zone, sitting down on an empty bed.

You left him alone for a few minutes, praying that the ranger would not get himself into any more trouble as you finished dropping off your supplies and fetching new ones. And by some miracle, he was still sitting when you returned with a bucket of water, some rags, as well as whatever spare bandages you could find.

Aragorn eyed your haul suspiciously. “I do not think that is all necessary.” He mumbled, though his voice lacked any of its usual conviction. He did not want to be seen as weak but he feared he did not have the strength to fight you.

“It wouldn’t have been, had you decided to get checked out sooner.” You replied flatly. The water in the bucket stung like ice as you plunged your hand and one of the rags into it. Then you removed the cloth and held it to the bloody wound on his forehead.

Aragorn winced. “Must you be so aggressive?”

“Must you be so stubborn?”

“I would have noticed my wounds eventually… I can take care of them myself.”

“You’re about to pass out on your feet. You have multiple bleeding wounds. You haven’t slept in days. And you’re likely to work yourself until you die because you cannot cope with all of these losses!” You didn’t mean to snap at him but the words came out before you could stop them. This war had put a stress on the shoulders of all, even you.

Aragorn’s eyes hardened as you lashed out at him and he tried to stand. “I can cope just fine!”

“You cope by ignoring it. You try to move past every single loss and pain by acting as though it doesn’t exist, and it all builds up until you finally snap. You cannot cope. And you cannot continue like this. Please, Aragorn…” Your voice softened as you forced him to sit back down. “For once in your life, be vulnerable, let me help you.”

You worried you’d gone too far, for when his tired eyes finally met yours, they were wet and hurt. But then you realized that it was not your words that had cut him deep, it was the pain from his body and mind, the reality that yes, you were right.

“Don’t… don’t give me that puppy dog face.” You muttered, slipping your arms around his shoulders. His body was battered and bruised almost everywhere beneath his clothing but he didn’t flinch at the contact. Instead, his body gave out and he slumped into your embrace.

“I am sorry.”

“As am I.” You murmured into his hair, holding him tight.

When his few tears finally dried, you let him go and got to work treating his wounds. You worked tirelessly, ignoring his groans or hushing him gently, until he was all patched up and likely to not bleed out and die in his sleep.

By the end of it, Aragorn was nearly asleep sitting up, his chin to his chest and eyes resting. He let out a weary groan when you prodded his shoulder. “Mm…?”

“I’m done.” You whispered, moving his hands to his shoulders and looking around. The medical tent was slowly starting to quiet down, most patients now asleep. “I think it would be best if you rested here. You do not need to walk any further.”

He wanted to protest, he really did. The last thing Aragorn needed was for others to see how bad of a state he was in, but the last of his strength had dwindled and he couldn’t force any words of disagreement out. Instead, he just made sort of a grunting noise and flopped onto the bed.

You tucked him in and turned to leave, when weak fingers met yours. You stopped, looking over your shoulder.

“You… you will be here..come first light?” Aragorn whispered, eyes closed.

You nodded and gently squeezed his hand. “I will. I promise.”

Those words were enough to settle him down and his hand slowly sunk back onto the bed.

He was out within moments, messy hair shielding his finally resting eyes, body drained and limp. He’d sleep well, finally.

You just smiled softly to yourself, tucked him in once more, then left to let the poor man finally get some rest.

#whumptober2024 #no.6 #“its not my blood”#not realizing they're injured #unhealthy coping mechanism #lotr #fic #blood #injury #aragorn #x reader #lotr x reader #lotr x y/n #aragorn x y/n #platonic aragorn x reader #aragorn son of arathorn #whump

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camelotsscribe · 4 months ago

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how they react when you're injured, the hobbit & lord of the rings

series: lord of the rings warnings: injury, possible anger (thranduil) my etsy shop: camelot's scribe | letters from your favorite character

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haldir

haldir would maintain his stoic and calm demeanor outwardly, but inside he would be deeply concerned. he would tend to your wounds with the utmost care, using his knowledge of elvish healing. he'd stay by your side until you were fully recovered, silently vowing to protect you more fiercely in future battles.

legolas

legolas would be quick to your side, his keen eyes immediately assessing the severity of your injuries. he would use his agility and elven grace to ensure you were moved to a safe place quickly. his worry would be evident in his eyes, and he would speak soothing words in elvish to comfort you as he bandaged your wounds.

thranduil

thranduil would be furious—not at you, but at the fact that you were harmed under his watch. his regal demeanor would not falter, but his actions would be swift and precise. he'd command his healers to attend to you immediately and would personally oversee your recovery, ensuring you had the best care available.

aragorn

aragorn’s experience as a healer would come to the forefront. he would remain calm and collected, quickly stopping any bleeding and using his knowledge of athelas (kingsfoil) to help with your pain. he would stay with you, offering words of encouragement and sharing stories of past battles to keep your spirits high.

fili

fili would be deeply worried, his usually cheerful demeanor darkened by your injury. he’d carry you to safety himself, if necessary, and insist on staying by your side while you were treated. his protective nature would come out, and he’d make sure you knew how much you meant to him, promising to keep you safe.

kili

kili’s reaction would be a mix of fear and determination. he’d rush to your side, calling for help while trying to keep you conscious and talking to him. his hands might tremble as he helped bandage your wounds, but he’d crack jokes and share stories to keep you distracted and smiling.

bilbo

bilbo would be beside himself with worry, his usual composure shattered by seeing you hurt. he’d do his best to help, though his hands might shake and his voice quiver. despite his fear, he’d stay with you, offering comforting words and holding your hand, determined not to let you feel alone.

frodo

frodo would be visibly distressed, his empathetic nature making your pain feel like his own. he’d work diligently to help bandage your wounds, his face pale with worry. he’d stay close, reading to you or telling stories to keep your mind off the pain, his concern and care evident in every action.

merry

merry would be practical and focused in the moment, quickly doing whatever was necessary to stop the bleeding and ensure you were comfortable. once the immediate danger was over, his worry would show more openly. he’d keep you entertained with his humor and stories, never leaving your side.

pippin

pippin would initially panic, but he’d quickly pull himself together for your sake. his usual light-hearted nature would be replaced by a fierce determination to see you healed. he’d stay close, holding your hand and talking to you about anything and everything to keep you distracted from the pain.

sam

sam would be a rock, his sturdy presence and calm demeanor providing comfort. he’d tend to your wounds with surprising skill, his years of caring for frodo showing. he’d offer words of encouragement, his voice steady and soothing, and he’d make sure you knew you were not alone in your recovery.

galadriel

galadriel’s reaction would be a mix of serene calm and deep concern. she’d use her powerful healing abilities to mend your wounds, her touch gentle and comforting. she’d speak to you in soft, reassuring tones, her presence a beacon of light and hope. you’d feel safe and cherished in her care, knowing she would do everything in her power to see you well again.

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theelvenhaven · 2 years ago

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#jrr tolkien #tolkien #theelvenhaven #the lord of the rings #lotr #lord of the rings #the fellowship of the ring #the two towers #the return of the king #Elrond #elladan #elrohir #Lindir #Erestor #Haldir #Glorfindel #Arwen

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clovenly · 2 years ago

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍 ; their ideal date ── elves, men, dwarves and hobbits!

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒: ᵃʳᵃᵍᵒʳⁿ, ᵃʳʷᵉⁿ, ᵇᵃʳᵈ, ᵇᶦˡᵇᵒ, ᵇᵒʳᵒᵐᶦʳ, ᵈʷᵃˡᶦⁿ, ᵉˡˡᵃᵈᵃⁿ, ᵉˡʳᵒʰᶦʳ, ᵉˡʳᵒⁿᵈ, ᵉᵒᵐᵉʳ, ᵉᵒʷʸⁿ, ᵉʳᵉˢᵗᵒʳ, ᶠᵃʳᵃᵐᶦʳ, ᶠᶦˡᶦ, ᶠʳᵒᵈᵒ, ᵍᵃˡᵃᵈʳᶦᵉˡ, ᵍᶦᵐˡᶦ, ᵍˡᵒʳᶠᶦⁿᵈᵉˡ, ʰᵃˡᵈᶦʳ, ᵏᶦˡᶦ, ˡᵉᵍᵒˡᵃˢ, ˡᶦⁿᵈᶦʳ, ᵐᵉʳʳʸ, ᵖᶦᵖᵖᶦⁿ, ˢᵃᵐ, ᵗᵃᵘʳᶦᵉˡ, ᵗʰᵒʳᶦⁿ, ᵗʰʳᵃⁿᵈᵘᶦˡ

[ THE GARDENS ] the flowers are especially beautiful in the spring, especially after rainfall in the night ── they love to take you on strolls through the gardens ( fields, courtyards ) and gather you a single flower, pressing it between the pages of your favourite book to serve as a memento of the time you've spent together.

arwen, bilbo, elrond, erestor, fili, frodo, legolas, lindir, thranduil

[ A PICNIC ] small sandwiches, and fresh strawberries ── they'll compliment how pretty your hair looks as it shines in the morning sun. it's a simple, intimate affair, and though not particularly adventurous, they enjoy the closeness of it. they'll bring your favourite sweet treats ( cakes, tarts, sweet-breads, pastries ) in the hopes of seeing you smile.

bard, elladan, eomer, faramir, galadriel, merry, pippin, sam

[ SPARRING ] it's not the most traditional of dates, but the rush of adrenaline creates a completely unique sense of intimacy ── it quenches their need for adventure, for activity, while still allowing them to spend time with you. they love the flush of your cheeks and the look of determination in your eyes as you swear you're going to beat them this time.

aragorn, boromir, dwalin, elrohir, eowyn, glorfindel, gimli, haldir, kili, tauriel, thorin

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0chemicalwaste0 · 3 months ago

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We Will Meet Again

(Haldir x reader)

-Part 2-

Warnings: None that I can think of

Word Count: 718

When I gained consciousness the first thing that I noticed was how bright it was. I opened my eyes and blinked a few times for my sensitive eyes to adjust. 'A healing ward.' I thought to myself when I finally looked at my surroundings. "Ah, good you are awake my lady, we were afraid you would not live through the night. How are you feeling?" Said an ellon with caramel eyes and light blonde hair, who I assumed was the healer that treated me. "Yes I am well, just a little sore is all." I answered. The ellon walked closer. "Good. I'm just going to check your wound and then you will be able to see your friends." Nodding, I sat up in my cot. "What is your name?" I asked while he handed me a cloth to cover my upper body while he checked my wound. "Oh! I'm terribly sorry, my name is Nestaron my lady. And you are (Y/N)." I smiled and nodded my head slightly in greeting. "Nestaron, has the elleth awaken ye-." The healer turned around and greeted the soldier who saved my life. "Haldir, yes as you can see I'm checking the healing progress of her wound now, if you would just give me a moment." I turned slightly to look at the ellon I now knew as Haldir. He was looking at my half naked form in surprise and a hint of embarrassment. "Yes, I-I... I will wait for you outside my lady." He bowed quickly with his eyes to the floor and walked out of the room. I smiled to myself. 'He's cute when he blushes.' I shook my head from those thoughts. I didn't need to be thinking about how he looked.

Once Nestaron did a once over of my wound he let me leave the healing ward. I walked out into the hall to see Haldir leaning against the wall opposite to the doorway I stood in. He looked up at the sound of my light footsteps. "I see you are well?" He asked with a straight face as if what happened earlier had no affect on him. I laughed to myself and answered. "Indeed. I suppose I owe you my thanks for saving my life." The corner of is lips twitched into what I assumed would have been a smile. "There is no need. I simply did my duty as March Warden." I grinned slightly at this. "Well, thank you none the less." He nodded then stretched his right arm out to the right with is palm facing upward toward the exit of the healing ward. "I will take you to your company and then we shall head to Minas Tirith to meet with the Lord and Lady." I walked forward and we began our walk to the rest of the Fellowship.

I could hear Aragon speaking with Legolas when me and Haldir were close to our destination. We turned passed a large tree to see the company resting and conversing about topics unknown to me. I was glad to see my friends again. I realized that I could have died and I would have never seen the people I cared for again. I could not do that to them, we had already lost Gandalf and I would not want to add more grief. My thoughts were interrupted by two small Hobbits. "(Y/N)!!! You’re okay, Pippin yelled, We thought you were dead." Added Merry. I smiled down at the cousins and laughed. "It will take a lot more to get rid of me my friends." Haldir smirked at this from my side. They grinned more and hugged me tighter. Legolas was the next to approach me. He put his hands on my face and placed is forehead against mine. "I am very grateful to see you well melon." With my hands on his wrists I smiled lightly. Legolas was the closest thing I had to a brother and I was very lucky to have him. "Aye I'm happy to see you as well." Without me seeing, Haldir was irked by the close proximity of Legolas, but quickly masked it. 'Why am I suddenly angered by him being close to someone I've just met.' Haldir thought to himself.

𝒯𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓊𝑒𝒹

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nocompromise-noregrets · 7 months ago

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unpublished fics game

Tagged by @thatonetimetraveller - thank you! <333333

I haven't many at the moment, and I am definitely not at home to the idea fairy just lately so most of these are actually longstanding WIPs that aren't quite behaving themselves and aren't being actively worked on.

Completely unwritten:

Sequel to Break You But You'll Mend, which was going to be later chapters of that story but it was doing my head in so I've chosen to end it at a convenient point and then put all the subplot stuff in a new story. In essence, Sigrid and Tilda (reborn in Valinor because Auriel (Thranduil's wife) went and gave the Valar a piece of her mind for letting Thranduil almost fade from grief though he'd defended his corner of Middle-Earth from Sauron for thousands of years alone, and demanded they send Bard back, and when he arrived he was accompanied by his daughters and his wife (Maudie)) are not happy with how unfair it is that they got to come back but any number of other people there have mortal loved ones who aren't coming back, and come up with the idea of putting their case before the Valar and persuading them to change the rules. It's going to be plotty and complicated and is therefore giving me the Fear, because I don't do either a) plot or b) complication.

The Sigrid-and-Tauriel queerplatonic companion story to My Heart Is An Empty Vessel, which I suspect at this point just plain isn't going to get written because I've run out of spoons where it's concerned. I've written little glimpses of them in EV-'verse, and various other beginnings for them, and I honestly don't think I have enough to write a proper long-form multi-chaptered fic. Which means that the full story of Elrond and co's visit to Dale from the later chapters of EV, including most of the Rivendell crew making friends with the Bardlings, is probably not going to happen, unless I manage some one-shots sometime.

A vague idea for Glorfindel Week sparked by this post about flowers spontaneously growing where Glorfindel is in Imladris, because they can't grow on his grave any more.

In progress in one way or another

Part four or whatever it is now of It's Always Been You, in which Rúmil and Orophin happen to be in Imladris not long after Legolas arrives after the Battle of the Five Armies and take issue with how the twins are treating him; they also meet young Estel, witness the aftermath of his first meeting with Arwen, and then the idea was to follow the characters up to the end of the War of the Ring (Haldir DOES NOT DIE). I am very stuck with this one, and it feels like one of the long stories I tried and failed to write 20-odd years ago - I had the idea but not enough of it to fill it out.

The twins-make-their-choice fic, of which I have about 900 words. I am really struggling with it, mostly with knowing quite what form it's going to take and how the story is going to unfold. I've been circling it for a while now and nibbling at the edges of the problem with various other fics, so I'm fairly sure it's going to happen at some point, it's just...getting there.

A canon-'verse fic for Barduil Month week 2 involving a linguistic diplomatic incident for @myeaglesong which I'm halfway through, I'm just a bit tangled up in how the incident itself will unfold, having done the setup.

Another Dancing in the Dark-'verse fic, a direct sequel to there's a joke here somewhere and it's on me, delivering a happy ending for Barduil Month week 4. I've got a bit done but I've been singularly lacking in spoons this week, for no apparent reason, and it's also from Tilda's perspective and I haven't written much from her POV before, especially not a modern teenage version so it's taking a while.

The Legolas/Haldir-in-Ithilien fic I was intending to write for My Slashy Valentine's event for Keiliss in February 2023. Also not cooperating. >.<

All I Want Is You, which is getting more and more difficult the further we get from the summer of 2020 and I forget more and more of the historical details. Another one where I think I had the idea but not enough filling. I just need to get back on with it, I think, and it'll fill itself out. Possibly need to do that May writing challenge I reblogged earlier and try and write 200 words a day, which might kick it off.

Stars and Arrows, a sort-of-originalfic based on a really glorious moodboard and concept by @mihrsuri - featuring two rather familiar-looking Oxford professors in a possibly-the-future-of-Middle-Earth-set reincarnation story with a mysterious illuminated medieval manuscript, which again probably requires more plot than I'm capable of but I'm greatly enjoying writing scenes here and there.

Two of a Kind, the long-ongoing original novel (based on a very old fic from the fandom that does not speak its name) which I am stuck on in various places. If anyone wants to read 180-odd-k of damaged ex-street-kid musician idiots in love and help me fill in the gaps, please do let me know (but please heed the tags)! I was posting it to AO3 for a bit but got out of the swing of it and now I'm totally out of the habit, though I tend to do a few one-shots here and there mostly for Writers' Month and Writers' Pride Month.

I think that's all of them. More than I expected, but still...! Do please ask me about any that catch your eye, I am in dire need of talking about them, and it might just kickstart the muses...I do need interaction to spark the ideas, it turns out, I'm not great at this in isolation.

Tagging anyone who fancies taking part in this one!

#lotr #my writing

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rivendell-poet · 3 months ago

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*･༓˚✧❝𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐋𝐨𝐭𝐑)❞‧͙⁺˚༓˚✧ « scenarios »

○ Aragorn ○ Legolas ○ Frodo ○ Sam ○ Merry ○ Pippin ○ Boromir ○ Faramir ○ Éowyn ○ Éomer ○ Bard ○ Thranduil ○ Tauriel ○ Lindir ○ Haldir ○ Elladan ○ Elrohir ○

GN!Reader | Wordcount : 3.7k (each individual around 220~ words) | Read on Ao3

TWS : Bard is worried about dating because it might be stressful for the children, references to his dead wife // Worries of power imbalance (Thranduil)

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𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐧

✧ At first he isn’t sure what to do - Aragorn is a little like the elves in that he has never, truly, fallen in love with someone before.

✧ He tries to think back to his first crush - Arwen - but it already feels wrong to compare what he has with you to what he had with her.

✧ Aragorn tries not to act too differently around you, he can still show you his home and look after you just as well as when you were friends.

✧ He doesn’t even realise the little gestures he begins to do until after he’s done them, like showing you the rose garden before every other garden in Rivendell.

✧ He’s slightly more protective of you as well - it isn’t like you’ve suddenly become glass, but he’s spent his entire life being taught it’s his duty to protect the things he loves.

✧ Aragorn also, when tongue-tied or more tired, begins to fall back in more formal tongues - almost talking to you as he would to a steward, simply because the important people in his life have been addressed that way.

✧ (He considers asking his brothers - but doesn’t trust Elrohir quite enough in terms of his feelings staying quiet. He’d also not like to be teased for the entirety of his visit).

✧ A small part of him is annoyed it’s happened now, with the Council of the Ring about to head out and not having as much time to spend with you.

𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬

✧ Legolas has the odd experience of knowing what love is, he’s seen his mother and father - and been around in Middle Earth long enough, yet never having any experience with love.

✧ Especially with human love, and if it differs from elven. And also different social queues, the humans he interacts with are generally rangers who spend their entire lives travelling, not rangers of Gondor.

✧ In short, Legolas is a little overwhelmed and very nervous. He knows he shouldn’t be intimidated by the prospect of love, but he doesn’t want to do anything wrong.

✧ He still spends just as much time with you as before, although now it’s even more sparring/archery practice and less talking.

✧ (He knows he won’t mess up archery, but he’s scared of his tongue failing him).

✧ Eventually, he asks both Aragorn and Arwen separately for their advice for him - and what exactly he should do about his love for you. (Is very dedicated to this, nodding and sometimes writing advice down on a fragment of parchment.)

✧ Resolves that he needs to talk to you about it, but keeps not doing so by a mixture of deliberately putting it off and being distracted by you while spending time with you.

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐨

✧ At first, Frodo is determined to treat you no differently from anyone else - while still being fascinated with you (although that is because of your nature, not a little because of his feelings).

✧ He begins to spend more time with you, trying to seek you out when he has things he should be doing, and when he has no obligations.

✧ Frodo tries to tell himself that it’s because you remind him of Bilbo’s stories, that you give him that feeling of adventure and wonder - but in reality it’s because you make him feel like he’s in romantic novels he’d read on a summer day.

✧ Some of his crush is obvious, his eyes shine a little too much when he sees you and his smile is always wider when he’s with you, but he always treats you with courtesy.

✧ Most of the time, Frodo treats you like you’re an esteemed guest - making sure you have the best food, holding the doors open for you, and hanging onto your every word.

✧ Still, he’s determined to at least be friends with you before he starts anything official, and that means being on his best behaviour.

✧ Eventually, he realises that he truly does want to court you, and begins to prepare only the very best.

𝐒𝐚𝐦

✧ Even when Sam realises he likes you, he’s still resolved not to do anything different. To not bother you; to continue to admire you from afar.

✧ And then only days later you and him are dancing together, smiling together, laughing together.

✧ It goes from zero to one hundred very quickly for Sam, so much so he doesn’t really have time to process it at the start.

✧ Once the two of you have an informal but established meeting schedule, he allows himself to actually think about what him liking you means - and how this affects your friendship.

✧ He realises that a lot of what he’s done with you is already quite romantic, not quite courting but wanting to be, and resolves to dial it back.

✧ But when he tries, the two of you don’t seem to smile as much - and he’s not being authentic to himself - so he decides to go back to how he was.

✧ Sam is very aware of how much he likes you, and how he subtly expresses it, but he’s much too afraid to act on these thoughts.

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲

✧ Merry has been in love before, a few times, but never anything like this. Never with anyone like you.

✧ But he also isn’t one to shy away from his feelings, so he approaches you quickly - tries to be charming, to make sure you like him.

✧ As soon as he’s interacted with you he’s even more hooked, and he eagerly sets up more meetings for the two of you - so he can see you again.

✧ When you two part ways he spends the rest of the day trying to work out how to tour the Shire, what jokes he should make and when.

✧ How can he make this experience the most enjoyable for you?

✧ Realising he likes you, Merry truly does go all in to try and show he cares about you - although he also tries not to be overbearing and gives you the space you need.

✧ He’s also not afraid of his feelings, and doesn’t take any particular care to hide them. He only waits to confess so it can happen at an appropriately romantic moment.

𝐏𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧

✧ Pippin is, in a way, infatuated with you. Except his love doesn’t go away, it just changes slightly, it matures.

✧ At the start he would blush around you like an idiot, gazing at you like you were the best thing he’d ever seen - even admiring your beauty in the middle of training sessions.

✧ He is embarrassed by his actions, but that only makes the blush worse, and he doesn’t even realise he’s doing a lot of the traits. By the time he does he snaps out of them, however.

✧ Once the crush matures into actually liking you - not just his first impressions, but everything - it becomes a lot more manageable.

✧ Yes, he still stares but it’s more subtle. His gaze is softer, and filled with admiration rather than a completely awestruck and dopy grin.

✧ Now he’s more focused on spending time with you and actually interacting with you, taking time to go and see you.

✧ Although he still eagerly runs up to you, looking up with a smile, it’s so much more genuine and you feel it doesn’t put you on a pedestal. When he looks at you with love, it’s actual love for you.

✧ You are aware of his crush from the start, although all of his little actions to try and be better and show his adoration from you appropriately are completely adorable.

𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫

✧ The thing Boromir most dislikes about his realisation is that it’s on a time-limit. As a ranger of Ithilien, you will leave again for your post in only three weeks.

✧ He wishes that he’d realised as you were heading out, so that he could have planned something elaborate and worthy of you in the time you had been away.

✧ And then he remembers how long you were away for, and that he would have hated the hopeless pinning even more. That, left to his own devices with far too much time, he probably would have requisitioned the entire store of fireworks in Gondor for a confession (or a similar far too elaborate plot).

✧ When he greets you again he tries not to behave differently, and is still more grateful in your general meeting with him - even as a friend - than he is to be near you while in love with you.

✧ Knowing him well enough you can tell there is something different with Boromir, but nothing too concerning - simply a few extra glances in your direction, blush that’s almost too faint for you to bring up.

✧ Most of your first night back, after you’d finished drinking together and retired to your respective chambers, he spends thinking of what to do. Awake in his room, fingers tapping at his side as sleep cannot enter his mind while you are in it.

✧ Eventually, after thinking of a few suitable things, he asks his brother - aware he has known you for longer, and is the more romantic of the two.

✧ He isn’t ashamed or embarrassed about asking for help, and the only reason he doesn’t want you to know is he wants to court you properly.

𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫

✧ Technically, the first thing he does is talk to you in a tavern and kiss you - then spend the rest of the night thinking about you after he pulls away.

✧ The first thing he does when he’s sober is realise what he’s done, and resolve to find you.

✧ His love for you isn’t the first thing on his mind when he tries to find you, it’s his sense of duty, but a part of his heart is beating constantly. Reminding him of just what he felt (and the other reasons he wants to know you).

✧ After his first conversation, the small part of his heart that beats for you grows to a large part - ensuring he’s aware of it.

✧ It’s what drives him to make sure that he proves himself to you, that makes him desperately wish that you’ll love him.

✧ He’s still respectful and courteous to you, insisting you get to know each other at least a little before you try anything, but when you’re not looking he views you a little as a lover would.

✧ Watching you look over Gondor, a soft blush settling on him as he sees you smile or hears you laugh.

✧ Committing the small things about you to memory, even if they’re only mentioned for a second.

𝐄𝐨𝐰𝐲𝐧

✧ At first, Éowyn tries her best not to acknowledge it, she knows she must focus on the crisis at hand - Helm’s Deep - and not her feelings.

✧ The thought only surfaces again when the women are being ushered into the caves, and she looks upon Helm’s Deep to try and see the people she cares about.

✧ She can see her uncle, high on the battlements, but her heart is fully reassured. Éowyn isn’t sure what’s wrong with it until she spots you, standing next to the others in the Fellowship and a part of her feels relief.

✧ One of the women next to her hurries her into the caves, and Éowyn feels her hand straying to the sword you’ve given her. A promise that you’ll return. A promise she needs you to keep.

✧ Being left alone in the caves, or as alone as you can be when surrounded by other people, her mind does stray to you. It strays to you every time she hears loud screaming outside, and every time she grips onto your sword for comfort. That you have given her means to protect herself.

✧ In the caves, she comes to the realisation that she does care for you. In a way she didn’t care for Aragorn.

✧ Because she knows more about you, because what she loves about you is not just a constructed image built up in her own mind but instead based on your actions and personality.

✧ When the battle is over and she looks at you again she is assured in her feelings. Glad that she knows them, even if she does not wish to act on them just yet.

✧ This time, she can get to know the object of her desires.

𝐄𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫

✧ For the first time since you've become friends with him, it's Éowyn that manages to run up and greet you before her brother. He comes over slightly behind, greeting you in a subdued way and leaving quickly.

✧ Éomer feels guilty about leaving you there, seeing the confusion in your face, but he doesn't want to imagine the alternatives.

✧ As much as he loves you, there's a high chance you don't feel the same way - and he doesn't want awkwardness between you and him to hurt his sister's closest friendship.

✧ He also knows the unspoken rules of dating when it comes to siblings - that their friends are off limits.

✧ His heart hurts when he next sees you, as he still goes to watch your training and talk with you.

✧ But now he knows that talking isn't just what he wants anymore. He wants to take you on dates, to shower you in gifts, to kiss you in celebration after battle.

✧ In order to keep your friendship happy, he doesn't. He keeps being your friend - of course - and simply hopes it will go away before you notice.

𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐝

✧ Bard is the only one who is truly uncertain about this, and if he wants to try and further your relationship.

✧ Not because of you, he knows when he’s in love and by Valar he knows he’d happily spend his life with you, but because of his children. He knows losing their mother has been hard on them, and he doesn’t want to upset the delicate balance they have.

✧ But on the other hand, they all truly like you - and he doesn’t think they’d mind having another parent around, especially as you two could take it slow.

✧ And then he realises you might not want to be with the kids, or with him. He’s a bargeman who’s hated by Laketown’s rulers, and you’re in the city guard.

✧ It still doesn’t change how you interact, as the children still drag him over to talk to you and when Bard’s with you it’s easy for him to forget a lot of his worries.

✧ He becomes more reserved, although that’s much more a reflection of his own insecurities than any slight on you whatsoever.

✧ Eventually, he does miss one of your informal meetings - still feeling unsure and guilty - but when he sees you again and you ask where he was Bard knows he can’t do it again.

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐢𝐥

✧ Thranduil isn’t sure how to approach this realisation, although more because of you than because of him.

✧ When an elf falls in love then they have truly fallen in love, and Thranduil - knowing that he’s acknowledged his feelings - knows exactly how he feels about you. He can acknowledge when you make his heart skip a beat as you smile at him, even if he can’t stop it (and his smile that always grows to match yours).

✧ No, it was you he was worried about. Because he was your king, and your employer.

✧ And even if you were beginning to mean the world to him, he essentially ran your world. It would be unfair of him to do something that could take advantage of you.

✧ Once he’s aware of what he’s doing he does try to hold back affectionate gestures from being quite as obvious, and becomes a bit more closed off - although not necessarily colder.

✧ Regrets it the second he sees the worry in your eyes, and how you’ve become more withdrawn as well.

✧ (Feels truly awful when Legolas complains you haven’t been as happy recently, and he should fix it because ‘he’s the king’)

𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥

✧ For as much as Tauriel does like you, she really doesn’t change that much.

✧ Both of you still have a strict patrol schedule, and both of you still spend a lot of your free-time together, trying to make each other laugh or just smile on the bad days.

✧ She is slightly more awkward sparring, however.

✧ Tauriel manages to knock the blade out of your hand, and you immediately try to knock her to the ground - ending up on top of her as you two struggle.

✧ Thoughts of… other things briefly occur to her - and you can see her blushing while you get up, apologising.

✧ Assuring you it’s fine, Tauriel curses at herself internally before offering to spar again.

✧ When the two of you are closer together she’s certainly more aware than she used to be, although she’s still professional about it.

✧ She does realise she can’t spend her entire life simply being your friend, and does eventually resolve to let you know… in some way… somehow.

𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐫

✧ Affectionately, Lindir does not manage to hide his crush very well - or function incredibly either.

✧ He’s a lot more conscious of what’s the subject of his poetry, and almost every poem he writes ends up connected to you in some way. Whether it’s through your eyes, an analogy to you, or even if something small - like the jewels being the colours of your eyes.

✧ He still meets you, although he finds it harder to meet your eyes - at least without having blush explore all over his face.

✧ It’s obvious, but he still carries his conversations just as eloquently as he did before, and still wants to spend just as much time with you.

✧ And he’s also terrified. Of becoming mortal.

✧ Lindir is sure he loves you, but he also knows he doesn’t want to die. And for both of those things to occur at the same time, he isn’t sure which one he wants more.

✧ Although he’s having doubts, it isn’t about your relationships - just his own feelings - and he knows that he does want to try something with you.

✧ Being the poet he is, he begins to notice them turning into love ballads as well. Maybe to recite to you one day, or hopefully to recite to you.

𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐫

✧ Haldir is the elf that doesn’t really change in his interactions with you. He recognises he likes you, but he doesn’t see the need to behave like a lovesick puppy.

✧ If you do like him it should be for him, not some persona he’s put on because he’s either too embarrassed to see you or because he’s too busy being enamoured by your presence.

✧ He does make an effort to spend time with you, offering a place on patrols with him, and giving a tour of Lothlórien - but he tries to treat you as he would a friend,

✧ It doesn’t stop him being more concerned about you than he would another stranger, making sure that you’ve spent your day exploring instead of being overwhelmed by grief.

✧ Also very good at not blushing, although because you’re an elf you can just about pick it up - that and the small quirk up of his lips when he sees you.

✧ You can also spot, if you’re trying to, the looks he gives you when he thinks you can’t see him; they’re not intrusive, merely admiring of your presence.

✧ (Also has the added advantage of you not knowing him before his crush, so if he ever does something too romantic you'll just think it's something he does normally. Maybe... he hopes.)

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐧

✧ Elladan, at first, has a small crisis. Just a small one - mind you. He’s only realised that he’s in love with his best friend of almost a century.

✧ Does the smart thing of immediately going on a trip out and away from Imladris to avoid you try and think about his feelings.

✧ Most of the elves in Imladris are just glad he’s finally figured it out, and that they don’t have to watch the two of you dance around each other any longer.

✧ They don’t notice too much of a behavioural shift in him, he’s always been pining after you.

✧ He’s one of the best at accepting it, once the crisis is over, as he knows he’d be honoured to be your friend no matter what and you two can still meet each other without courting.

✧ Spends a few days with you, in which you can tell he’s acting slightly off. Elladan does not help with your worries, as when you ask him if he’s ill he answers much too quickly before avoiding eye-contact for the next hour.

✧ (Elrohir finds all of this absolutely hilarious.)

✧ Also a small part of him that's very glad he's fallen in love with an elf, so he knows he can travel to Valinor and be with his mother and father (and hopefully brother) when the time comes.

𝐄𝐥𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐢𝐫

✧ Is in two minds about how he should approach you. On one hand, he doesn’t see the point in disguising his intentions and dancing around for the next twenty years (and as a mortal, you really can’t afford to wait that long). On the other hand, he’s a romantic and he wants this to play out like a story of old.

✧ A story where the two of you bond together, overcome challenges, and eventually look into each other’s eyes and- so he might be thinking a little far ahead.

✧ He’s naturally a charismatic elf, so doesn’t take issue with talking to you and trying to charm you. He’d do that even if he just wanted to be your friend.

✧ Elrohir is annoyed about the timing of this whole situation, it’s inconvenient to gain a crush just as you're about to march to war on the Dark Lord of Mordor.

✧ Also hovers over you a bit too much. He knows you can fight, but he certainly doesn’t want to lose you.

✧ Vehemently denies doing anything at all if asked, regardless of who’s asking.

✧ Enjoys annoying you slightly too much, although this mainly comes from him being clingy and trying to spend a lot of time with you.

✧ (In the back of his mind he finds it hilarious that both him and Arwen have fallen for mortals who have high positions of power in Gondor. Is not looking forward to his father finding out.)

A/N : Mmm, definitely on time. Also, I'm doing the confession scenes soon - so I do have a poll up about the use of y/n. Going to try avoiding using it, but if you read these then it will help me out so I know what you guys want. Thanks again for reading, and feedback is more than welcomed! Have a nice day/night <3

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elithilanor · 1 year ago

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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!!!

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.

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.

Haldir:

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?

#Haldir #haldir of lothlórien #rumil of lorien #Rumil #Orophin #Lothlorien Elves HCs #Elithilanor

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tanoraqui · 1 year ago

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Trick or treat!

(Ongoing notes for the unwritten further installments of Maker’s Marks)

Haldir: [saying some shit about blindfolds]

Celebrimbor: Is this seriously how kin are treated in Lothlorien now? Absolutely not. I nearly just fought a balrog. I’ll fight Celeborn myself. Let’s just go.

[idk how the intro conversation goes, actually. It’s about the Oath, mostly. Elrond forewarned her. She’s SO sarcastic, but sympathetic]

I get 3 conversations with Galadriel probably? Fairy tale rules

1. Celebrimbor: STAR-GLASSES? THREE OF THEM? Why and h o w?

Galadriel: Idk if I should tell you?

Celebrimbor: [about to shout in offended craft-elf; catches himself and deflates sadly]

Galadriel: Jk! I asked.

Celebrimbor: You…asked.

Galadriel: I was trying desperately to make just 1 for Celebrian and Elrond’s wedding, I hadn’t rested in 4 days, and I ended up just singing a request to Eärendil directly to send some down. Between us, we managed to build a temporary bridge and channel it in.

Celebrimbor: . . .

(Celebrimbor: So, Arwen…Luthien’s Choice, huh…

Galadriel, with the tone of a loving, proud grandmother who has been told off on exactly this subject: Elros’s Choice, I think)

2. Celebrimbor: [resting his head in her lap, either kneeling or length-wise, grieved beyond tears]

Galadriel, stroking his hair: Elrond said you were doing…better than this.

Celebrimbor: Elrond understands the pain of loving a monster. I was already accustomed to that. But Elrond is too young for… It’s all gone. Artanis, it’s all- Two thirds of the Greenwood is dead. Númenor is fallen. Lindon is a ghost. Our Eregion is barren. Even Khazad-Dum is dark! Shadows of regret indeed we are. Was it all for naught? Was it all for naught?

Galadriel: You have missed a great deal of joy as well as grief in your time away - much of which Elrond has known as well, Tyelpë. Do not think him unwise just because he didn’t know the bright dreams we once held, as candles against the Darkness! But…yes. Yes, we are all fading, even the dwarves and ents and halflings with us, and what dreams we have not achieved on these shores will not be achieved at all - not by us, at least. A second race cometh after, remember! I think you will like the new Minas Tirith. But that…is that. And maybe that’s okay.

Celebrimbor accuses: You don’t actually believe that.

Galadriel: . . .

3. Celebrimbor is drawn sharply to the balcony one night just before they leave, not sure at first what has woken him - until he realizes Nenya, previously just out of sense, is screaming in revulsion and longing and there is a storm building elsewhere in this haven, bright and beautiful and it threatens to twist all the wards into its hurricane scream of defiance at all who would tame it, be they long-fallen burning eyes or glorious, righteous, distant powers or maybe Eru himself. Celebrimbor thinks he should reach out but no, this is not his to interfere with, and he’s not sure he has the defenses against it anyway—

Far quicker than it had built, it stops. Nenya is gone again. The Girdle of Galadriel turns away a distant, burning glare like a hand brushes a fly off her shoulder.

Celeborn, unnoticed beside him, releases a breath. He, too, is holding himself back from reaching out to Galadriel, afraid and understanding, but he weeps with relief.

“She passed her test,” Celebrimbor says, reassurance for both of them.

“Yes.” Celeborn dries his eyes. “Indeed, I fear that when your work is done, she will be more eager to go than I. I…do not know that I can leave these trees yet.”

#Celebrimbor #Galadriel #lotr #my fic #ask meme #executeness

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fantasies-fairytales-n-fics · 1 year ago

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Thranduil and Josie Pt. 149- Psycho Circus

Summary: Depression has fallen on the Queen. Narcisse has a plan to snap her out of it. Meanwhile, it's a Mirkwood morning with a mischievous Moose. Thranduil reclaims his life and all are made aware of the drastic changes in him. Josie appears to be going through some changes of her own as she dishes out some well deserved karma. Jo and Narcisse feel the heat. Jo sees someone from her dreams. Garrett makes a decision.

*Warnings* depression, angst, violence, language, suicidal thoughts

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Two days later- December 6, 2023

You were in some mental way after the dream you had of Thranduil two nights ago at Moonlight and you had confined yourself to your room and your bed with Leean. The letter you had written to your King still had not surfaced, nor had Garrett, your beloved m.i.a. vampire.

Haldir had been there to check on you non stop and Lola still tended to yours and Leean's every needs, even after the way you had treated her. It wasn't intentional and you honestly didn't even remember it, but you had still apologized after Haldir told you the things you had said to her. Lola, being the kind hearted woman she was, graciously accepted and told you she understood.

Then there was Stephane. He had finally showed up the day after your breakdown, which Lola had clued him in on what had happened. He also had been there to check on you around the clock and had swore to you that he was not upset about the happenings at his villa. You knew it was a selfless lie and that he was keeping those feelings bottled up in order to not add to your grief. He had also explained of his absence, that he was aiding in the hunt for Harker and handling some Catherine related business.

It was breaking dawn and you were awoken by a knock upon the door. It was Narcisse and he had brought you a variety of foods from the mornings breakfast buffet, which also consisted of fresh pineapple juice, your favorite, and a small crystal vase with violets in it. The day prior, he had brought you all of the daily meals as well, but each time, you only picked at them, for your appetite had vanished in your sudden bout of depression. It wasn't shocking to you though, for you had been strong for too long, faking your way through the wreckage of every useless day and knew it would all catch up to you at some point. You had finally and painfully come to accept it after all this time...that your fairytale was at the end and you had to start all over again.

"Good morning Jo. I have your breakfast here with all the things you like. Now I know you haven't been eating much, so this time I brought you something special. One of your favorites. Pancakes."

Before he had even told you, you knew, for you smelled the maple aroma which was also Garrett's scent. Did Narcisse do it on purpose to see what your reaction would be to verify his speculations of your feelings for the vampire? Because he certainly knew the relations of the pancakes to you. Either way, you held the reaction in and swallowed it down, for you just couldn't cry anymore.

"Thank you..." you softly spoke and sipped at your tropical juice, which only made you think of Thranduil and how he had always made sure you had fresh squeezed pineapple juice every morning.

Your eyes stung as they tried to muster up some fluid but you were literally all cried out.

Narcisse noticed your once again refusal to eat, so he moved the tray to the side and sat down by your feet. He smiled and took your hand into his, which still carried a small charge of electricity when your hands united.

"I have something that might cheer you up and possibly offer you an incentive to free yourself of this desolate slumber. How does some revenge on Catherine sound?"

Your eyes slightly perked up as they met his quite elated blue eyes. You knew the look very well. He had been up to something that involved her and he was over the moon about it, which instantly sparked your curiosity.

"Alright, you have my attention. What is it that you are planning?"

"Here's the deal. Go and take yourself a long warm bath in the healing water because I know you have not done so these past few days. As you know, it will revive you physically and mentally. And then I want you to at least eat your pancakes, for I made them and the syrup myself. Once you have completed that, I want you to meet me at the stables and I will inform you of the days agenda, in which I know you will be quite pleased about and will want to assist. Do you trust me?"

"I...Well..of course..I do but..."

"No buts. It is settled. I will see you there in a few hours."

Stephane squeezed your hand and grinned, then rushed off, intentionally giving you no time to turn him down.

Mirkwood-Thranduil's Halls

It was a busy and hectic snowy morning in the woodland realm as the days of winter neared. The daily shipments at the docks were underway and arachnid battles took place near the borders of Mirkwood.... and then there was Thranduil's faithful companion, Moose, who was as usual, giving the stable attendant a hard time with his care. The great elk had become intolerable since his master's supposable death and even somewhat depressed as you had become.

"I was informed you were in need of my help?" Feren asked the highly frustrated elven attendant as he rode up on his white horse. The look on Feren's face spoke of annoyance, for he knew what it was about.

"I am beyond my wit's end with this volatile and hostile beast. None of us can control him and lack of rest has been had by all, for he howls like a wolf at the moon all night. It has since worsened these past few days. I have had to tie him to a tree just to barely accomplish what is supposed to be the simplest of tasks. He refuses his meals, kicks his water troughs over and has even bitten me when I try to clean his hooves. Look!"

The angered elf turned to reveal his torn bloodied garment that used to cover his buttocks.

"You do know not to turn your back on the animal, for he is known for this ill-mannered behavior."

"What would you have me do then? For I am certain this demon is not opposed to ripping the skin from my face. Earlier, he even took hold of my hair and began chewing and tugging at it. I know for a fact he did not mistake it as hay!"

Feren lowered his head to hide his forming grin. "Well then, I would suggest wearing your battle gear. There is nothing more I can do and the stag must be well cared for. King Legolas's orders."

The elven attendant had some rather vulgar elvish rantings after the captain of the guard trotted away for spider control, then furrowed his brows as he turned to make another attempt at bathing the tied up filthy elk.

As he poured more of the magic water on Moose, the elk's dark brown eye leered at the attendant as if he were planning another devious scheme to free himself.

Moose lunged up on his hind legs, successfully snapping the rope that bound him, then whacked the attendant to the ground with his enormous antlers and snarled at him. His raging hot breath came out like a puff of smoke in the snow flurried crisp morning air, then he repeatably and aggressively dug his hoof into the ground, before galloping off as if he had seen or heard something...or someone.

"You blimey beast! Halt!!" the elf hollered but Moose was long gone, heading to the entrance of the halls. And then, the elf saw what the elk saw. The Elvenking riding up on a horse with Tauriel and Raven, whom he did not know. With widened eyes and a gasp, he then ran hard to find Feren.

The moonstone eyes of the King met the elated chocolate ones of his great elk. Thranduil leaped from his horse and reunited with his loyal long time best friend.

Moose rested his chin upon Thranduil's head and howled with immense joy as the King closed his eyes and stroked the gentle giant's neck.

"Hello my old friend. How I have missed thee. Surely you knew I would come back for you. Stress no more, for not even death could defeat me. It is good to be home."

Moose huffed and bobbed his head in excitement, then bowed with his front leg bent underneath him to appropriately greet his master.

Thranduil scratched the top of his head as he respectfully bowed back to the humbled great elk.

The sweet homecoming soon turned sour as Moose took sight of Raven. He had not forgotten the dhampir and how she had set fire to Lestat's stables with all the horses inside and of course, he knew she was just plain evil regardless.

Up he went on his hind legs, his front hooves vigorously clawing at the air as he roared in disapproval of her presence. Raven fell back against Tauriel, then scurried behind her, peeking out with her eyes afire.

Thranduil slightly chuckled and praised his courageous comrade. How could he scold the confused animal whom he had been separated from for over a month and who was only reacting as he should to the forces of evil about him and protecting his master?

"There now, my friend. I understand your concerns and frustration. I assure you, the dhampir knows her place and will be of no trouble. You do not have to enjoy her company, for I myself find that an impossible task to do, but for now, she will be residing here under my watch. My reasons you must trust."

Moose tilted his head and gazed into Thranduil's eyes. Even the elk knew something was amiss with the King, for he saw great sorrow and turmoil in his moonlike hues. He then spoke to Thranduil in his mind in a way that only the elf lord could understand. Moose wanted to know where you were and expressed how much he missed you also.

Again, Thranduil could not scold him for inquiring of you, although anyone else he would have. Instead, in his exultant state of reclaiming his throne and Kingdom while temporarily keeping the Elvenking at bay, he admitted something to his trusted companion. Something that he had not admitted to anyone, not even himself.

"I....miss her too." Thranduil confessed as he closed his eyes and deeply sighed in despair. "But..... it is for the best that she remains far away from me, for I cannot be trusted with her heart nor can I be certain I will not harm her. If I were ever to do so, I would not want to exist. In this moment, my mind is clear, but it is only temporary. I cannot control the dark side of me when it arises. It is if there are two of me, which I now understand. Even you, my faithful friend, must be cautious of me." Thranduil whispered into the elk's mind.

With his snout, Moose softly nudged the moonstone pendant that hung from Thranduil's neck. The gentle beast's eyes saddened, for he could see his King's internal conflict of his mind and heart, and he now understood that Thranduil had a great battle ahead of him to fight against his altered persona.

"Nonetheless. She seems to have moved on from what I have witnessed and she will be safer where she is." he continued, but his words began to change as he felt the agonizing ache of the Elvenking's arrival. "My daughter though, I will reclaim and she will be raised in my kingdom and I, as well, will move on and take a new Queen."

Many Elven guard began to appear and surround Thranduil with incredulous awe in their eyes of their King's miraculous return, and then Feren came rushing out. In his stunned state, all he could do was briefly stop and stare at the ghost before him.

"My lord Thranduil... it... is true, what Ki...Prince Legolas informed me of before his departure to Lorien? You...are alive."

"It would appear that way, now would it not? It has been a long journey, from beginning to end. I now wish to enjoy the solace of my chambers....alone. Tauriel will explain all that has occurred and she will also resume her position at your side as captain of the guard. See to it that a festive feast is prepared for this evening and that my elk is properly tended to and given a feast of his own, for I can see from the sight of him that such a simple task was poorly done. Also, a nursery shall be added in my chambers in the coming days for my daughter. Take the dhampir with you Tauriel. She will reside in your chambers until the internal wicked one is eliminated. You will be responsible for the task. And Raven, any such black magic used by you in my kingdom or against myself or my company will result in your immediate return to the goblin king. Weigh your odds carefully, although I can assure you, the damnation will be removed from you in either situation. Torture and death verses comfort and life. The choice would seem quite simple."

"What???" Raven screeched in panic. "You cannot be serious!! My child will not be evil! Jace...he is not evil! Neither is Josie!!"

"Your words are of no assurance to me, nor do they matter. The risk will not be taken. Josephine is not his spawn. It was all a fabrication of your malevolent mother's lying lips, for we now know Josephine is the twin of Faramir who's father is Julian. Jace is a product of two evils, YOU are a product of two evils. This fruitless conversation is finished."

"So is your son then because his mother was evil and you are no better! So is your daughter too, for her mother, Josephine came from my evil mother! And you say I am evil, yet you want me here and not my child! You make no sense!! What does make sense is that you are a hypocrite and a bastard!"

Thranduil stiffened up as his jaw clenched, his eyes narrowed and his nose flared, which meant nothing good for Raven.

He snatched her wrist as fast as a cobra's strike and yanked her against him, leering down at her, watching her uselessly squirm on her tippy toes.

"I do NOT have to make sense! This is MY kingdom! Legolas and Leeanduil are MY children! Speak to me in such a manner once more and I will remove your tongue in the presence of all here and feed it to my elk!"

The Elvenking released her so hard, she skidded across the ground onto her ass.

"Now...Feren, Tauriel. Do as I have commanded!" he hissed.

Feren was dumfounded and discovered himself speechless as he gazed at Thranduil.

"Have you fallen deaf and mute just as your eyes were struck blind only moments ago?"

"Y..yes..my lord." both elf captains swiftly complied, bowed and left with Tauriel forcefully tugging at an uncooperative, cursing Raven.

"It is a long story." Tauriel whispered along the way to the befuddled Feren of Thranduil's behavior and shocking guest.

Thranduil said his temporary goodbyes to Moose, promising him he would return in the evening to spend time with him, then turned to his obedient guards.

"I am aware of the new spider infestation and Shelob's presence. I expect that it will be handled in a timely manner, for there is a much more dire situation on the rise. Be warned and prepared for the great evil of Jareth the Goblin King and his company, for war will soon be upon us. I have returned and all shall remain as it was before my departure. As you were."

Thranduil raised his hand to signal his company to depart and then he finally made his way into his dearly missed halls that held your unwanted presence in every corner. The real challenge awaited him though, as he hesitantly entered his chambers that he once shared with you.

As you stood in the stables, your eyes bulged when Stephane informed you of his vengeful plan for Catherine, then you grinned in pleasure, just as Narcisse knew you would.

"Alright. I'm in." you happily accepted. "I like your way of thinking Narcisse. I cannot wait to see her face. So that's what you have been up to while you were away and entire day?"

"It is. I had to make all the necessary arrangements. I did not abandon you like I know you must think and I am sorry if..."

"No, Stephane. I know you didn't...and wouldn't. I...I was more concerned that you were upset with me over our interrupted...date."

"How could I be angry with you over that. It is not your fault that Selene was attacked and you certainly had no way of knowing it would happen."

"But...it is my fault really. Harker is here because of me and that damn book...and my moonstone too, but he will never get his hands on that. I made sure of it."

Your mind drifted to Garrett again until you heard the tiger's roar from behind the stables which startled you into Stephane's arms.

"There now." he chuckled. "Blaze is actually quite harmless unless commanded otherwise. Come now. Catherine awaits."

As you walked hand in hand with Narcisse around the stables, there sat a large wooden cage on wheels that had two sections in it. One held Blaze and the other was empty...for now.

Catherine could be heard bitching and shouting as one of Narcisse's guards brought her forth and tossed her to the ground. The look on her disheveled face when she saw the tiger made you uncontrollably grin.

"Stephane, what is the meaning of this?? What are you doing with that tiger??!!" she frantically asked.

"It is Lord Narcisse to you and it does not take a genius to see what is about to happen here."

"Y..you...you're going to feed me to a tiger?!! What about Charles...and Claude?! They will know what you've done!"

"And a genius you are not. You are merely going to suffer the same fate that my horse, Arion, did. Locked far away in isolation with little to no food or water, left alone to die of loneliness and lack of care. I now have the proof of all your crimes and it's all in writing as well. When I first read Claude's diary, I became infuriated and planned to banish her and her child from here, but as I have had time to think more clearly on the matter as I told her I would, I then realized she was merely another victim of your manipulations and she shows great remorse for what she was forced to do. For that, I am willing to grant her some mercy. You, not so much. As far as Charles, I do believe you and I have an...understanding...about him if you wish to have the privilege of seeing him again, for I assure you, he is aware of what you have done and is quite disgusted and has no desire at this time to look upon you again. If you are a....good girl...he may be able to be persuaded otherwise. We will speak more on that matter after you are all settled into your new home."

Narcisse's glare down at her told her she had better keep her mouth shut about Thranduil's letter. He then motioned to the guard who then came and picked Catherine up and began shoving her into the empty side of the cage.

"Blaze. I have a...treat...for you." Narcisse smugly said, emphasizing on the word treat which seemed to be a triggering word for him to attack.

She fought and screamed as the tiger roared and swatted at her through the thin wooden bars of his cell, trying to tag her leg by the sheer scissors that were hidden inside the fur.

All you did was hysterically laugh as Catherine cowered her way to the furthest corner, holding onto the bars for dear life. Narcisse watched you in awe and in that moment, he saw his future Queen, something he had never envisioned with anyone.

"My dear Jo, would you like to do the honors?"

Narcisse held out a small whip with leather fringes dangling from the end.

"You...mean?"

"Go ahead. Go play and revel in some satisfaction for all that she has done to you and those you care for."

You hesitantly took it from him, but secretly enjoyed the adrenaline you were feeling, the control you now had over her and watching her feel helpless as she had made you feel. You were flat out sick and fucking tired of feeling helpless and that anger was now imminent. The danger gave you a rush like no other, the way you had always felt at your King's side during your battles of the dark elves, spiders and the great and powerful Smaug himself. It was simple. You were just sick of being the good girl.

You puled yourself up onto the back step of the giant crate and stared Catherine in her cold yet frightened eyes.

"You just think you are something special don't you little girl?" Catherine snarled.

"I do not think it. I know it. Now you know what it's like to feel caged waiting for the next swipe of the claws, except that it's not metaphorical for you."

You tapped the small riding crop onto one of the bars, which incited the tiger's roar as he began to pace about in his lustful circle. Now you knew why Narcisse gave it to you. Blaze didn't like it...and your intuition told you that he didn't like Catherine either as he leered at only her.

Stephane let out a chortle. "Do tell her Catherine, why Blaze is in such a fury. Tell her why I chose him to attend and be your chariot to your final resting place."

You then saw it in the beast's eyes, the hatred in them that you thought was just plain animal instinct. It was personal.

"Because he's a jungle cat that has been forced to do tricks and be caged!"

"Like you did to Narcisse?" you proudly quipped, making Stephane proud himself of your defense of him.

"Since Catherine here is too scared cat...sorry Blaze, to admit the torment she inflicted upon this gentle at heart cat, I will fill you in. As you can see, they do not forget...nor forgive. The only thing that keeps you in one piece are those flimsy wooden rails. As you know, Jo, I have the carnivals a few times a year. And for each one, Catherine would taunt Blaze. Call him names, berate him and laugh. She would use that particular horse crop to strike through his bars...when he was a little tyke. She once tried it when he was older and much bigger and he finally fought back. She was a little too close to the cage, just like now, and he mauled her leg up pretty bad. Of course, she never did this in my presence for I would have tossed her inside and let him have his way which is quite tempting as I speak to raise his bars up. I would hear about it through others which is one of the things that brought on my strong dislike of the woman, but again, Charles was the only thing that ever kept her safe."

"And yet here I am, not safe! What would Charles think of this!!?? What would your new lover here think of you if she knew what you really are??"

Narcisse laughed heartedly. "He knows and was quite fine with it if he did not have to watch. Just goes to show how much of him you have lost. Would be a ...pity...if you were to lose all of him....."

Again, Catherine knew what he meant. She knew Narcisse could turn her son completely against her if he wanted to, so, for now, she kept a tight lip.

"You brought all of this on yourself. No wonder this cat detests you. You're the real animal. A manipulative, vindictive bitch who is getting her karma three fold! That's what you get for using black magic. And if you must know, yes, I am his lover...in fact, I had that cock just the other night in his villa and I cannot wait to have it again."

Narcisse's eyes magnified times ten as he lowered his head with a grin he could not control. Your boldness was turning him on, even if part of what you said was not true. He knew you said it to get under her skin, but he also felt that you did in fact want him.

Catherine's eyes were a reflection of Stephane's in that moment, except her mouth had dropped open.

"Liar!" she shouted. "You're too strung up on that vampire! Everyone knows that!"

"Is that so??"

You hopped down and strutted right over to Stephane, grabbing him by the shirt collar and yanking him into a deep passionate kiss that included your tongue. All you heard was her gasp as you wrapped you arms around his neck and fell completely into the peppermint kiss. The memories form his villa soared through your mind, making you forget where you were for the moment.

You slowly parted from his lips, leaving you both gazing at each other in shock.

You regained your stance and stepped back up to the cage with a smirk.

"Convinced yet? It don't matter if you are or aren't. While you're rolling in the hay tonight and every night...again metaphorically, I'll be doing it as well, in Narcisse's bed...or bath...or floor....maybe the desk...whichever we're in the mood for. Now...I think I've had my fun here."

You snapped Catherine's hand with the crop, causing her to wince and pull it back.

"That's for Haldir!"

You then cracked her other hand. "And that's for Garrett! You're in the psycho circus now bitch. Welcome to the show!"

Catherine whipped her hand back so fast that she lost her balance and fell backwards towards the drooling and impatient big cat, which took a swipe at her leg, then off the driver went with the wicked woman clinging to the bars and giving you a death glare.

Narcisse walked up behind you, doing his usual fidgeting with his fingers.

"Well now. I am highly impressed...and quite...kindled. I am really liking the bad girl in you."

The whole experience had you wired, in more ways than one. You went straight back for his lips, blocking out, maybe running from, all of the other thoughts and emotions you were dealing with to focus on what was right in front of you.

"I like the bad in me as well. It's a surreal feeling. Almost euphoric and...maybe we should continue where we left of later this evening?" you softly spoke against his lips as you ran your fingers up through the back of his hair.

'I....like your way of thinking. How about a candlelight dinner...in my chambers?"

"It's...another date then."

"Perfect. I need to go and assist with Catherine for now. I will see you then."

Narcisse smiled and stroked your hair, then took off on his horse to catch up. He knew he had much more to discuss with Catherine regarding one certain letter.

As you were almost to the castle...you got a very eerie feeling of being watched. You gasped and turned to see Amara at the edge of the forest....just like in your dream....and now, you had to know why.

You went walking towards her and she began to walk into the forest and disappear.

"Amara!! Wait!" you shouted and ran after her.

Meanwhile, in a land far far away, Garrett was out on the hunt for his dinner. Not his usual menu choice though which consisted of evil people. This time he had to succumb to the horrid taste of animals, for he could not risk being detected on the radar of those he knew would be looking for him, mostly that of Narcisse and his warlock army.

His mind was a mess, knowing he had to keep you out of it and out of his life. The thought of you seeing him like you did in such a vile way made him realize for the first time what he really was.

Before he met you, Garrett never cared...in fact he never cared about anything. Not even himself...and he still didn't. He knew he would not be able to stay away from you forever, but he knew he had to, which only brought him to one conclusion...one that he had from the moment he left...one that Selene suspected he might do. The hint was in his letter to you, although it wasn't intentional...or was it? Maybe part of him desperately wanted to know how much you truly cared. Your dream offered him some hope...but what did it matter now? He couldn't be with you, for he was a monster like all warned you of and his shame had made the decision for him, that being he would find a way to truly die.....

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A/N: I’ve been sitting on this one for a while now. Hope you enjoy!

Caladwen mixed a batch of moss-green colored poultice, eyes half lidded from fatigue. It had indeed been a long day, her having been summoned to a Talan halfway across the city to assist in the birth of an elfling before dawn’s first rays graced the sky. Much to everyone’s relief, the delivery had gone smoothly, and the memory of the tiny baby grasping her thumb was enough to keep Caladwen’s spirit light while she attended to the rest of her patients. She’d spent the majority of her afternoon down at the hot spring pools doing physical therapy with the injured returning wardens. And only now, as the sun began to recede behind the trees, did the healer begin to feel her stomach aching from missing too many meals this day from her endeavors.

“You didn’t come home for lunch…” Haldir’s smooth voice, laced with concern, came from behind her. He had been home for two weeks now and, even though they always tried to line their schedules up so they could both be off at the same time, sometimes things don’t work out that way.

A pit of guilt formed in her stomach. “I’m sorry my love. I was not spared a moment of downtime today.”

“Mm.” Haldir slid his arms around her waist, feeding her a blueberry from the basket of treats he had brought over with him. “Must I schedule an appointment just to see my wife?” He teased, though his eyes were full of warmth.

Caladwen sighed softly, some of the tension being rubbed out of the back of her neck by Haldir’s strong hand. His other moved to cup her chin, bringing her lips up to meet his in a gentle kiss. She relaxed against him, hugging him close while he drew circles into her back.

“Well, I’m on call for another hour. I suppose I could give you a check up.” She said cheekily after a moment of silence. Caladwen motioned for Haldir to take a seat on the bench, her carefully unbuttoning his tunic once he did so. On his chest was a long bandage, concealing a considerable cut by a jagged Orc blade Haldir had received in a recent skirmish. Unwrapping the wound, his wife examined it with a critical eye. “The field medic did a good job stitching this up. Already looks better than it did last week.”

Caladwen lovingly worked some of the herbal salve into the area. “Is it causing you any great discomfort?”

The ellon shook his head, more interested in pecking her lips than further discussion of his injury. “You make it feel better.”

She blushed as he brushed the points of her ears with his thumb and stood straight again, pressing a finger against his wrist to check his vitals. “Your pulse seems to be elevated, Commander.”

The sultry tone in which she purred his title in combination with the teasing way she ran her fingers up his arm made Haldir shudder. She stood so close that he could breathe in her scent- a mixture of cedar and the earthy healing supplements that littered her office. The contact was far too much and not nearly enough at the same time.

“Your pupils are dilated too…” She noted, straddling his lap and leaning in to shine a small light into his eyes.

“You have a way of doing that to me.” He whispered, groaning when she reached down and squeezed his thigh, his leg twitching as a consequence.

The healer chuckled at his glare. “What? I had to test your reflexes.”

Their kiss was cut short by the door opening, a worried mother carrying her young son in her arms. “Oh good, you’re still here.”

Caladwen was quick to jump up and straighten her tunic. “What seems to be the problem, Miss?”

The elleth set her son gently down on the hospital bed. “He’s broken his arm wrestling with his brother.” She chided.

“It wasn’t his fault Nana. I told you I was trying to learn how to do a backflip and I landed wrong…” The elfling’s voice was sheepish and his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

His mother smiled fondly. “He’s been going on about joining the Marchwardens ever since he saw them at the Autumn Festival last year. Been training ever since.”

“Is that so?” Caladwen shot a discrete grin in Haldir’s direction.

“Wait, I know you!” The boy exclaimed excitedly, recognizing the tall ellon standing in the corner of the room almost immediately. “You’re Commander Haldir, leader of the Wardens!”

Haldir smiled and dipped his head. “At your service.”

“Miss Caladwen, you know Haldir?” The child’s star struck expression now turned to her.

“You could say we’re very close.” Caladwen knelt by his bedside and gingerly reached out to inspect the arm in question. Though the boy grit his teeth, his expression remained stoic and he lifted his chin defiantly against the pain.

“We have a brave one here.” She praised and rose to her feet. “The arm is fractured, which means he’ll need a cast to ensure the bone heals properly. No more training for at least four weeks, young one.”

Caladwen crossed the room, remembering all the times she had to have similar conversations with Orophin over the years, and brought the color choices of casts over to the future soldier. “Which one?”

The boy pointed to a blue cast, and Caladwen set about wrapping the arm expertly. “There. I’ll also give you some herbal tea for the pain.”

She handed the sack filled with tea bags over to the mother, the elleth and her son both giving thanks as they departed the healing wing.

Eager to return to her husband’s arms, Caladwen sank into Haldir’s warmth. He kissed her temple, blue eyes full of adoration as they always were whenever he watched her work. “I’m taking you home now. For a proper dinner and long, relaxing bath as my lady wife deserves.”

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