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earthlybeam · 13 days ago

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

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

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Thranduil, Elrond, Gil-galad Versions are below.

🍷𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓾𝓲𝓵

Yandere/Dark Elf Thranduil x Female Fairy Reader Headcanons

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

📜 𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓭

Yandere/Dark Elf Elrond x Female Fairy Reader Headcanons

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

👑𝓖𝓲𝓵-𝓰𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓭

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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greycloudsinwinter · 8 months ago

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Master list ❤️❤️

A court of thorns and roses:

Platonic inner circle x reader x romantic azriel

Cassian x reader

High lord rhysand x reader

Thesan high lord of dawn x reader

Yandere inner circle x reader romantic

Kallias x reader

Amarantha x reader

My hero academia:

Katsuki bakugo x reader

Endeavour x reader

Eijiro kirishima x reader

Deku x reader

Twisted wonderland:

Azul x reader

Jamil x reader

Vert x reader

Bridgerton:

Poly bridgerton boys x reader

Colin bridgerton x reader

Game of thrones/ hotd :

The mountain x reader

Khal drogo x targeryan reader

Khal drogo x escaped reader

Khal drogo question

Khal drogo x reader smut

Jamie Lannister protected x reader

Maegor x reader

Rhaegar targeryan x reader

Maegor x wife reader with child

Aegon I x reader

Rickard stark x reader

Tywin Lannister x targeryan first wife reader

Jason Lannister x targeryan wife

Aegon I x reader with children

Maegor x male reader

Jaehaerys I x reader

Tyland Lannister x reader

Yanderes who become kings guard for male reader

Otto hightower x reader

Daemon targeryan x reader

Maegor x escapee reader

Ned stark question 1

Stannis Baratheon x reader

Otto Hightower x reader x platonic alicent

Poly viserys and Otto x reader

Poly viserys and Otto x reader question 1

Poly viserys and Otto x reader questions 2

Criston Cole x reader

Corys velaryon x reader

Criston Cole x reader part 2

Otto x reader x viserys question 3

Platonic aegon x platonic aemond x reader

Erryk cargyll x targeryan princess x arryk cargyll

Jacaerys veleryan x reader

Harry Potter / fantastic beasts :

Tom riddle x reader question

Gellert grindelwald x reader

Orion black x reader

Newt scamander x reader

Aberforth dumbledore x reader

Tom riddle x malfoy reader

Knights of walpurgis x reader

Cygnus black x reader

Cygnus black x reader questions

Cygnus black x reader questions 2

Pollux black x reader

Cygnus black x reader question 3

Cygnus black x reader question 4

Cygnus reaction to reader not wanting her children to be death eaters

Who wants the most children Orion or Cygnus black?

Orion black part 2

Poly orion and Cygnus black x reader

Poly marauders x Slytherin reader

Walpurgis x muggle reader

Lucius malfoy x reader

Salazar Slytherin x reader

Hobbit/ lotr :

Thranduil x fairy reader

Thranduil x fairy reader with children

Thranduil x fairy reader 3

Thranduil x fairy reader part of the company

Thranduil x fairy reader question

Haldir x reader

Would yandere Thranduil still join the battle of five armies

Yandere thorin Oakenshield x reader

Twilight:

Marcus volturi x reader

Aro volturi x reader

Cauis volturi x reader

Marcus volturi x reader part 2

Marcus volturi x stubborn reader

Aro volturi x reader (who doesn’t care )

Beaststars :

Ogma x reader

Tem x reader

Poly gohin and oguma x reader

X-men:

Erik lehsnherr x reader

Erik lehsnherr questions 1

Historical characters:

Henry VIII x reader

Henry VIII x reader question 1

Baldwin IV x reader

Oc’s

Knight x reader

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friendship-ditch · 3 months 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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imagines--galore · 2 years ago

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Hi! How are you? I saw your request for lotr characters are open, and was wondering if you could write something Legolas x reader. Where the reader is an elf (or maybe a dúnedain). And she and the prince elf had known each other since forever, but over time took separate paths because of their duties. And now after many years they are finally reunited for one last adventure. (It could be to help Frodo destroy to ring, or something entirely diferent).

Thank youuu!!

Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Rating || Genres || Warnings: T+ Romance if you squint.

Translation: Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo, Legolas. - A star shines on the hour of our meeting, Legolas.

A/N: Cannot believe I missed this in my ask box. I hope you like this Anon! And I'm so sorry for being so late about it. Also I'm making the reader an elf.

The journey had been long and brutal, yet they had to have speed on their side. There was no time to be lost. The Uruk-Hai would be marching upon Helm's Deep soon. Thank the Valar, the weather had been in your favor. As Helm's Deep came into view, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement settle within you.

It had been so long since you had seen Legolas. Too long in fact. Since the beginning of the Quest for the Ring, you had only just missed him and his companions while you were having your own adventures. You were a mere Ranger of Lothlórien, yet somehow, the Prince of Mirkwood himself had deemed you worthy enough of his friendship. At first you had considered it an honor, but as time had passed, the two of you began to build a relationship built on a trust that ran deep.

You had been most disappointed when you had returned from a scouting trip, only to be told that the Prince had left with his comrades. Despite the urge to go after them, you had stayed. You had a duty to the Woods you called him and the Lord and Lady that ruled over them.

But when Elrond had made that call, calling elves to arm to help man fight against the darkness that had swept across their land, you had been one of the first to volunteer. Had been the first to pack your necessities and filled your quivers with the finest arrows, before shouldering the bow he had gifted you long ago.

It had been years and years since you had been in his presence, and you had realized, quite early on, that you felt his absence greatly. It was surprising to you at first, and yet, as time went by, it had become clear.

You were in love with Legolas. Perhaps had been the moment you had first met him.

But now would not be the time to discuss such matters. They were at war. A battle was to be had, and if the outcome was in their favor, you promised yourself you would act on your feelings and see what he would have to say.

As you and the rest of the elves marched into Helm's Deep, you were made aware of every man looking in your direction, or rather in the general direction of the army. You had barely lifted your head when your eyes caught sight of an achingly familiar head of golden silvery hair. You lowered your gaze once more, hiding your smile.

Haldir, your Captain, greeted King Théoden, and Aragorn thanked him for arriving so timely. You hadn't seen Aragorn in quite some time too, perhaps this would be a reunion for the ages? Aragorn embraced Haldir, as did Legolas, both visibly glad at their coming. You were standing right behind the Captain as the elves shifted in their position to look straight ahead.

It was then that Legolas looked from over Hadlir's shoulder. His eyes widened. Your name fell from his lips in a whisper. Despite the fact that you would be breaking a few rules, you glanced at your Captain who smiled and gave a small nod. Stepping forward, you reached up to pull back your hood. A few surprised gasps followed your act, the men having not expected a female to be amongst the elven army. What they didn't realize was that there were just as many females as there were male elves.

"Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo, Legolas." You greeted him in Elvish, eyes wide and hopeful as you smiled at him. Another call of your name, this time louder before he embraced you. A small laugh fell from your lips as you wrapped your arms around him just as tightly, returning the embrace. He picked you up and swung you around once, before setting you back on solid ground.

Neither of you cared that there were so many eyes on you, yet everyone seemed to want to share in your joy. To catch a glimpse of a joyful moment such as two friends reuniting after so long. They were to face the ugliness of battle soon. This would be there last bit of beauty before that. Théoden called for the Captain of his Guard to show the elves where they would be positioned. Aragorn began to speak to Haldir of strategies, prompting you to glance in the direction of your Captain.

"You were never one to shy away from a fight were you?" Legolas asked, with his arms bracing your own, as if to reassure himself that you were still here. That you truly were in front of him. You smiled at him. "And let you have all the fun?" You teased, though you could sense the underlying worry in his eyes. He surged forward to press his lips to your brow, closing his eyes as if in a silent prayer.

"Stay safe my friend. We have much to speak of." He whispered against your skin, prompting you to nod and close your eyes, inhaling deeply as you memorized his scent once more. "That we do Legolas. I shall see you once we have won." You said with conviction. There was not a doubt in your heart that you would loose. Not when you had Legolas at your side.

With a parting glance, and a joining of the hands that lingered until you had to step away from him, you disappeared into the crowd to do get to your station, just as Legolas turned to take care of his own duties.

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A/N: Hmmmmm should i continue this?

#legolas x reader #legolas x y/n #legolas x oc #lotr imagine #lord of the rings imagine #hobbit imagine

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thetempleofthemasaigoddess · 2 years ago

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Plenilune

Haldir x reader - NSFW!

Fun fact: in Tolkien's legendarium the Moon is male since it is guided by a male Maia, Tilion, while the Sun is guided by a female Maia, Arien, and is therefore female.

*****

The murmuring of the wind through the leaves is almost comforting to your ears, as if the forest wished to hearten you against the danger you have deliberately put yourself in for the thirteenth time, as you spur your mare towards your destination galloping among woods and meadows. The moon and the stars illuminate the path enough to keep you and your mare from falling, and no evil that you ought to fear has ever entered Lothlórien; but yes, you are in peril, and you don't even want to think about the consequences if he found out what you are doing.

It is late, you sadly reflect as you cover your head with your hood in the remote case someone sees you, and obviously you cannot help it, since you couldn't leave until he had gone to bed and it would take the fastest horse almost an hour to reach your destination, but still you feel yourself trembling, your heart beating twice as fast as normal with haste, and fear... and another emotion, much more pleasant, that makes you wish you had wings.

A few minutes later, you and your mare have finally reached your destination: the gates of Caras Galadhon are a stone's throw from you, the high trees surrounded by talan standing out, solemn and majestic, against the hilltops behind them. You tie your mare to the trunk of another tree, leaving her to rest after the ride and graze pacefully, and walk towards the gate, your pace slow and your arms spread to show you carry no weapon and are therefore not a danger to the city and its people: you lived here for many years and most of the guards know you, but you know how seriously they take their duty to protect the borders, and it is better for all of you to avoid an incident.

You are now close enough to discern the shapes of the two Elves on duty, both fitted with one of the great bows of the Galadhrim and a quiver full of arrows; one of them softly calls your name.

"Orophin?" you answer in the same tone, not bothering to hide your relief, even more because next to him you have recognized Rúmil, his braided hair easily identifiable in the soft moonlight; after more than a year you must have met most of the guards, who serve on rotation, and none of them has ever tried to forbid you from entering -you are pretty sure they all sympathize with your predicament and are willing to help, even if it means turning a blind eye on your visits, but still, the fact that every single marchwarden is aware of your tryst is more than a little embarassing- but you are happy to be welcomed by the only two Elves in Caras Galadhon who have been personally informed of your visits... and of the reason behind them.

The moon is full; perfect in his circular shape, he shines above you, surrounded by the stars as a lord by his courtiers. You smile as you look at him, and then step across the high gate in white wood and iron that Rúmil has opened for you. "Hannon le" you thank him softly, and he simply smiles in return, while Orophin looks around you anxiously; the Lord and Lady of Lothlorien know you personally and know you pose no danger to their people, but strictly speaking they are failing in their duties letting you in after sundown, since the gates are closed during the night, and the fewer people know you are there, the better.

There is so much at stake for them, for you, and for the one who you know is anxiously waiting for you at his talan; you don't even want to know what would happen if you were discovered, but you persist, month after month, each time the full moon rises in the sky. And one day, soon you hope, your efforts will bear fruit, and you won't have to hide anymore...

"I thought you had decided not to come." Rúmil jokes as he closes the gate, and you wink in response. "Not even if the Valar themselves attempted to stop me."

"Stop wasting time, both of you!" Orophin hisses "The sun will rise in a few hours, and (name) must have left by then; you should go now, and be careful!"

If someone heard you, they could think you are plotting some heinous crime; at first the thought amused you, since the reason that brings you to the city every plenilune goes against no law, but by now, after a whole fruitless year, bitterness has grown inside you, a vague sadness and a sense of helplessness that make it almost impossible to joke about it. You would never give up on your hopes, and you would never renounce him, but sometimes you feel trapped, powerless against the will of the Powers and that of your own body, as if your dearest dream will never come true...

You would never express those doubts in front of your friends, who promised to help you in any way they can and are deliberately failing in their duty to do so; because of this you thank them both and proceed, quickly leaving the gate behind you.

The high Mallorn trees rise up all around you, the sight of the starry sky blocked by the talan built around their trunks; large oil lamps hang from the branches, most of them dark as it is normal during the night, but another lamp is lit, a lamp whose handle is grasped by someone who is waiting at the base of one of the trees, a tree you have reached without hesitation, moving among the maze.

You see him, you see his deep blue eyes in the noble face, a joyful and relieved smile breaking over his lips as he sees you, and it is as if you are finally able to breathe after a month spent struggling for air.

"Haldir..." you murmur, breathless for much more than just the speed of your pace; he almost lets the lamp fall from his hand, and a moment later you have started running towards each other.

*****

You still remembered the day you met Haldir; he was the guard on duty at the gate, you the new handmaiden lady Galadriel had just admitted in her entourage. As he walked you to the main talan, you were immediately struck with his noble beauty, the solemn face with the hint of a smile on his lips; you spent only a few minutes together since he had to return to the gate, but in the following days, when your path crossed as you were both busy with your duties, he never failed to offer you a smile and a nod, as if you were friends. With time, you learnt to appreciate him beyond his loveliness and a quiet friendship had started developing between the two of you, but you never thought he would be interested in you, until leaving your room one day you found a folded piece of parchment waiting in front of the door, under a niphredil flower: Haldir invited you for a walk, that very night; if you accepted, you were meet him at the gate at the end of his shift.

You felt your heart bursting with happiness when, that night, you walked to the gate wearing your favorite dress, your hair brushed until it shone, and the niphredil flower behind your ear; you couldn't wait to be alone with him, and you smiled at Haldir, busy talking to the guard who had come to take over from him. He smiled back, but you didn't notice how perplexed he looked when he saw you.

"Thanks for your message, I couldn't wait for our walk. Shall we?"

"... Yes. Oh course, let us go."

You spent two lovely hours together, walking along a trail in a beech wood just outside the city and sitting next to a stream; you talked, freely as you had never done before, about your families and your dreams, your pasts and your fears. You enjoyed Haldir's company and he appeared to appreciate yours, and for you it didn't matter what would have happened after that day, if that pleasant evening would be the beginning of something special or would remain a single event to think back to wistfully, and in the end, you didn't care: those few hours under a clear blue sky, when you didn't have to worry about duties and responsibilities and were free to be simply yourself, were a treasure in their own right, and whether Haldir's invitation was extended out of friendship or something else, in the end it didn't matter: simply being with him made you happy.

In the end it was only when Haldir insisted on walking you to your room, that he confessed the truth - simply because he felt he had to, being too fair and honest to take advantage of a scam, even though it hadn't been his fault.

"I must admit... I never invited you on a walk; the message that you received was probably sent by my brothers." he confessed, too ashamed to look you in the eyes, his long hair barely covering the flush that had spread on his fair face. He told you that Rúmil and Orophin, who you knew well and had noticed him staring longingly at you, had tried to convince him to approach you. Haldir had refused, both because he was sure you wouldn't be interested and simply because he would have rather faced Melkor than tell you about his feelings, and in the end his brothers must have decided to take the matter in their own hands.

"You are lucky to have brothers who care so much about your happiness." you said, your back pressed against the trunk of the tree, the talan you shared with two other of the Lady's maidens high above you; the night was falling on Caras Galadhon, a gentle breeze caressing your hair and dress. You would have flushed, and even perhaps run away in embarrassment, but apparently Rúmil and Orophin's intervention was due to their brother's indecision, not to his lack of interest, and because of this you stayed where you were, ready to reassure him that you were happy to have spent the evening with him nonetheless... and that if he wanted to invite you again, you wouldn't have said no.

"You think? At the moment I sincerely wish my parents had stopped after having me. Please don't misinterpret, I am very happy you came and I couldn't think of a better way to spend an evening; but they shouldn't have meddled."

You almost asked him if he would have ever confessed his feelings for you, had his brothers not intervened, but in the end, what difference would it have made? Despite everything, you were grateful to Rúmil and Orophin for what they had done, but now, and from now on, the two of you would have walked at your own pace.

"I am supposed to wait on the lady Galadriel at the banquet tonight." you said in the end "Shall we have dinner together before that? If you have nothing more important to do."

Relief was clear on Haldir's fair face as he answered that no, of course not, nothing on all of Arda would have been more important than spending more time with you. Expressing his feelings didn't come natural to him, at least not before he had spent some, or a long, time with someone, which could have made the other person -namely, you- interpret that reticence as indifference, even disregard, but you didn't; you were still learning to know each other, and as any other couple you would have your misunderstandings and disagreements, but in that moment at least everything was perfect, as if you just needed to share a look to understand what you were feeling. You cared about each other, more that you could express, and that was enough.

It was beautiful, and it made you happy.

"May I take your hand?" he asked, and the question was deeper than it appeared, since friends didn't walk holding hands, but a couple who was courting did; he seemed uncertain, even shy - quite a difference from the steadfast, capable soldier you had learnt to know. That sight filled your heart with affection... and an answer you couldn't have given to him faster.

"Of course. I would love to."

You let him take your hand, you took his, and since then neither of you has ever let go.

*****

Neither of you speaks as you climb the slim rope-ladder to reach the talan Haldir shares with his brothers, identical to the many others where the guards live, in groups of two or three; wooden screens, carved in shapes of trees and animals, separate the communal area from the smaller ones reserved to each of them. As soon as the door of the large chamber, built all around the tree trunk, closes behind you, Haldir takes your hands once more, brings them to his lips, and kisses them devotedly. "You came." he murmurs, his eyes full of affection and relief; he knows your feelings, he knows that you will never give up on him and nothing, not even Melkor himself, could forbid you to go to him on a full moon night, but you know that every time he fears he will never see you again, and you will never have the family you both wish for.

He is so afraid, your Haldir, but so gentle and reverent as he holds you against him, his hand caressing your hair as you rest your cheek on his chest to listen to his heartbeat. He doesn't ask whether someone saw you, after you passed the city's gate, along the way or, worst of all, as you left your village; he knows you are as careful as you can be to slip away unnoticed and to ride along hidden paths, but you both know the risk, and accept it, because being together once more, one more night, even just one more hour, is worth the most dire consequences.

"I am sorry, I am late." you tell him in the end, after you part just enough to look at each other; so many years after you have shared your first kiss he is more handsome than ever, so handsome you feel yourself shivering as his warm hands find your shoulders under your cape and run along your naked arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind them. He is wearing a grey tunic with a brown leather belt, his long hair spread on his shoulder and chest; many Silvan Elves have blonde hair, but no one's is as beautiful as his, and sometimes, as you lie next to each other, your passion dormant but not forgotten, you like to play with it, braiding and running your hair through it, or rubbing it against your skin.

Maybe you will do it once more, tonight; before you have will to go.

"I had to stay until he went to bed, and he had some friends visiting, so..."

"It it all right, don't concern yourself." he reassures you, and you love him for it, because every moment you lose during those nights is a wasted opportunity, a loss you could pay dearly if you were discovered, but still he cannot stand to see you upset "I am just glad you came. Eru... you are so beautiful..."

"You have seen me wear this dress at least ten times."

"True, but I wasn't talking about the dress. My darling, my beloved flower... how I have missed you..."

Maybe the distance plays a part in it, as well as the fact that you haven't laid together often, even through you have been courting for years, or maybe not; maybe it is just that you love him desperately, with all your heart and your mind, your fëa and your hröa harmonius in desiring him, the warmth of his body, the soothing sensation of his embrace. No one could ever call you naive, and after a year you know your beloved's skin as well as yours, but, and maybe because of this, your heart is pounding in your chest as you offer Haldir your mouth, that he claims in a kiss as he holds your face in his hands.

You kiss avidly for a while, your hands moving from Haldir's strong shoulders to his back and chest to caress and stimulate and revere; he moans in your mouth, the sound lurid and heavenly at the same time, as he takes off your cape and let it fall on the floor - which betrays the state he is in, since he would never leave something, especially clothes, lying around instead of finding an appropriate place for them, tidy and even fastidious as he is. Evidently you really have an effect on him, you think pleased, so much that you make him forget himself...

"Why are you smiling as we kiss?" he asks, feigning a contrariness he is physically unable to feel; a moment later his kisses move to your neck, and the goosebumps are no longer limited to your arms.

"I am simply -oh yes, right there!- happy we are together, that is all."

"I am happy as well, my flower. And I wish... we didn't have to wait the full moon..."

You would like to jest that the moon is a capricious master, who only allows you to meet once every twenty-eight nights, and you should ask him to assume his most complete form more often, but you can't; you cannot joke about it, not anymore. This night coincides with the most fertile moment of your cycle, and this is why you have chosen it to meet; often enough to give you a realistic opportunity, as well as to alleviate the pain of your separation, but at the same time your visits to Haldir would be sufficently sporadic not to arouse suspicion - you hope. It is not much, but you make do. It seemed a good compromise when you decided on it, since you make the most of your time together, clinging to each other until you are both panting breathless, and you thought you would have achieved your goal by now.

You haven't.

You often feel as if time itself works against you, but nonetheless you take your time, savoring the intimacy and the joy of being together once more before you can taste each other's flesh. Haldir's hand has guided you behind the wooden screen that separates his area of the room from those of his brothers'. Rúmil and Orophin are on duty until dawn, and since they both respect your privacy they would never interrupt you in any case, but your beloved doesn't feel at ease laying with you if you are not as hidden as you can be: he is such a modest, demure person, and you love him for it... as well as for everything else.

"How I have missed you..." you murmur as you once more find your beloved's mouth with yours; he moans into it, his hands moving hungry and greedy on your body as those of a sculptor molding a block of clay, and this is exactly how you feel, as if you are nothing, raw, shapeless, aimless, if you are not close to him, able to touch and be touched.

Neither of you speak as your clothes start falling to the floor. You free Haldir of his tunic, and his skin is like marble in the semi-darkness around you, smooth and cool and made for you to touch and caress; he moans, his head bent backwards, as you hold his hips in your hands and fill the distance between the two of you to kiss his neck, his chest, and his stomach. You feel, as well as hear, the rumble of pleasure escaping his lips as you close yours around his right nipple, licking and sucking as you stimulate the other one with your fingertips. You love Haldir like you have never loved anything and anyone, you love his kindness and his intelligence, his sense of duty and his wit; you love his stubborness and his rigidity and melancholy. And you love his body -strong, agile, so deliciously masculine, a source of warmth and pleasure and life; you cling to it, exploring and stimulating it until he is moaning and whispering your name and his desire is presses against your belly, hard and warm.

"Please." he begs; Eru, how you love hearing him like that "Please, my darling, let me have you..."

You don't answer, but you smile, and you break the kiss to turn and offer him your back; Haldir's agile fingers make quick works of the knots of your dress, and soon the cloth is sliding down your body, and you are naked under it, no shift or undergarments, because you have so little time to spend together and you don't want to waste it taking off your drawers.

That, and he tore your favourite shift six months ago, in his haste to take it off you; mortified, he apologized and promised to replace it, you simply told him he would have to make your loss worth it.

There is awe on his face, as well as desire, as he admires you, his fingertips barely brushing against you but leaving a trail of fire behind them. "Come." he invites you taking your hand once more, and his bed -the only element present in the small area behind the screen, apart from a chest and a chair- is only three steps away, but you like being led, being welcomed to it just like he has opened his heart to you.

You have already started kissing as you lower yourself on the bed, Haldir's arms keeping you close enough that you can feel his heartbeat matching yours, your hands fiddling with his belt; you brush your hand against his hardness, and your beloved has the audacity to snigger.

"Have patience, my love; it is yours, you know it, and you can have it any time you want."

You pout. "I want it now, Haldir..." you tell him, and he kisses you once more, and tells you to "Take it, then."

Getting undressed while one is laying is not easy, but finally your beloved is as naked as you are, his fair skin pressed against yours; you take his hardness in your hands as he moans, fondling and kissing it, and in the end he asks you to stop, because it is not on your hands that he wants to spill. You let him push you on your back, and a moment later Haldir's strong body is above you, his golden hair spilling all around him; you pass your fingers through it, mesmerized, and you brush them against your breasts, and there is something so alluring, so enticing in that sight, that when your eyes met his, you know that his desire has taken over - he cannot think clearly, he has forgotten everything that is not you, and what you share, and what he will feel once he is inside you. He is the most rigorous and even-tempered person you know, devoted to his duties and able to keep his composure in times of danger and hardship, but when he is with you... especially like this... it is as if another Elf takes his place, an Elf who would be ready to forget his responsiblities and his honour for the opportunity to lay between your thighs, once more.

It is beautiful, and terrifying; and it should be a source of pride for you, but instead it humbles you, and fills your heart with awe, because you feel the same. Haldir is your intended, your future husband, your lover, your best friend, and one day he will be the father of your children; you promised him, and you promised yourself, and you will do whatever you need to make that dream come true.

You have opened your legs for him, Haldir's fingers gently caressing them as you cross your ankles on his back, giving him full access; you have surrended yourself, offering your body and your soul and your love to the one you know deserve them and will always cherish them, and that is why you don't feel it as a loss. You moan as he lowers his mouth to suck on the side of your neck, murmuring your name as he would with that of Varda, and you groan when his fingers brush against your mound, eliciting a jolt of pleasure through your body. Please, you tell him, and you don't know whether you are actually articulating the words or just thinking them, your moans and sighs betraying your desires, please take me, I need it now, I need you...

And a moment later you have him, fully and perfectly like so many times before. You are clinging to his shoulders, his name blossoming again and again on your lips as a litany, as a prayer, as the sinuous movement of his hips makes stars explode behind your eyelids. He moans your name, fierce and greedy and so loving, and you could almost cry with emotion, were you not too busy simply feeling, and you love all of it - his love, his passion, his reverence, the promise you have shared years ago and that you renew every time, without the need for words.

The fire is burning inside and all around you; and it is the kind of flames you are happy to be consumed by.

*****

It is all your father's fault.

It is not nice to say, but it is true. Your current predicament, the need for secrecy and to meet on full moon nights, everything is due to the fact that your father didn't approve of Haldir as your intended, and he explicitly stated that he would never give his consent for you to marry. Not because he dislikes Haldir, or because he considers your beloved unable to take care of you and make you happy; the reason is way more personal.

Your father and his dearest friend have always planned to have their children marry, so as to unite their families in one. As fate would have it, your father's friend has a son who is exactly the same age as you -was it deliberate, a pact that they made and that also involved their wives? Two years ago you would have considered it absurd, but now you would not put it past him- which, in the two fathers' opinion, made things easier and ensured the continuation of both of their lineages.

You knew the pact with his friend was important for your father; you just hadn't realized the lenghts he would go to see his dream come true. His friend lived too far away to make frequent visits possible, and the few times you had met, his son seemed nice enough, a good company for a walk or to sit next to at dinner; you never talked about your fathers' plans, simply trying not to bore each other. Marriage prospects were the last thing on your mind, at least until you moved to Caras Galadhon to serve lady Galadriel, you met Haldir, and he stole your heart.

You never thought your father would oppose your relationship with Haldir; you only mentioned him in your letters as a friend, since you didn't want him and your mother to come and make sure his intentions were pure and serious -they were, obviously; but you didn't want your beloved to feel he had to prove himself- but you were sure that when they got to meet him, they would love him, just like you did.

They didn't. Well, he didn't; when you, radiant with joy, returned home with Haldir to introduce him to your parents and announce you were engaged, your mother was ready to welcome your beloved in the family within ten minutes after meeting him; your father, unfortunately, was a whole different matter.

"What? Surely you are joking. You cannot pledge to marry him; you are already engaged and you know it. I was going to write you about it next month: my friend and I decided it is time for the two of you to wed. His son was going to move with you in Caras Galadhon, but since I don't want you to be... distracted by your friend here, you better leave the service of the Lady and go live with him in his village. Now, do not argue with me; I am your father and I know what is best for you."

He clearly didn't, but try as you might you couldn't change his mind, or convince him to relent. Your father was determined to get his own way, no matter how much you cried -and it was a lot, so much that it filled you with shame, particularly because it was all in vain- argued, locked yourself up in your room and threatened to hurt yourself; he had decided to have you marry the son of his friend, and that he would do, even if it meant forbidding you to leave home until you relented. Poor Haldir had to return home alone, because your father forbade you to return even just to say goodbye to your friends; he was too honourable to challenge your father's authority under his roof, or to kidnap you from your home, and your mother begged you to obey your father as a good daughter should. You grudgingly did... but still, you were determined to marry your beloved, whatever the price.

Your only real ally in the family was your sister, who sympathized with your and your beloved's plight and promised to help; in front of your father she feigned disinterest in the whole matter, so as not to arouse suspicion, but secretly she was the one who sent your letters to Haldir and received his for you, pretending to be corrisponding with her friends in other villages.

Deciding what to do was painful, and at the same time surprisingly easy. You dearly loved your father, and since you were little you had only wanted to make him proud; likewise, Haldir respected him and only wanted to be accepted in your family. But since all your hopes had been dashed, you were only allowed to leave your home if escorted by one of your parents and he was struck in Caras Galadhon, there was only one thing you could do.

Elven marriages are usually conducted in front of families and friends, and include the exchange of rings and a blessing imposed by each pair of parents on their new child-in-law. On the other hand, your people's oldest tradition has it that the union of the bodies symbolizes the union of the soul, and that the birth of a child is enough to consider a couple married on a factual, and as a consequence formal, prospective, just as the first Elves who awoke at Cuiviénen wed each other. So, you agreed as the letters were sent and received between the city and your village, this is what you would do; you would get pregnant, and then your father would be forced to recognize your relationship, for the sake of his grandchild if not for yours... and because at that point his friend would hardly accept you in his family. And if your father decides to repudiate you, throwing you in the streets and forbidding you from ever returning... you will accept it. It would break your heart, because you love him, and your mother, and you never wished to cause a rift between you, but Haldir is the husband you have chosen, the other and the better part of you, and you are willing to sacrifice it all to be with him. You knew Lady Galadriel would welcome you back among her maidens, not caring about the shame you would have brought to your family, and you and your beloved would then marry and move to a talan of your own.

It would be a nice life; a perfect life, with your husband and the first of the many children you had already planned on having. And it will be, one day, hopefully soon. It was exactly thirteen moon cycles ago that, once more with the help of your sister, you ran away during the full moon to visit Haldir in Caras Galadhon, and even though this is supposed to be your most fertile period and you make at least two attempt per night his seed still hasn't taken root in your womb. You are sure, since it is known that Elf women are able to perceive a pregnancy as soon as it begins, the first tiny sparkle of life inside them making itself known not by voice or movement, but with a peculiar sensation that nothing else in Arda can compare with; a new entity making itself known to the world, too small and young to have a gender and an appearance and a personality, but that exists... and that would be enough to change your life forever.

You and your beloved are waiting for it; dreaming it; praying for it, even, although until now your efforts have been in vain. Laying with Haldir is lovely, passionate and sweet, and you would be more than happy to keep doing it every single night until the end of the world; to share his bed has allowed the two of you to reach a new level of intimacy, to experience each other as you had never done before. It is not that you love Haldir more now that you know the pleasure his body can give yours; you have found a new way to love him, in addition to those you already knew, which is different, and more precious. For him, you know, it is the same; he awaits your visits with trepidation, already happy and excited and looking forward for when you will be unclothed, in his arms, and moaning with his flesh in yours, but you know that he would be equally satisfied if you spent those nights walking in the woods, or sitting in front of the fire talking and exchanging stories.

You would never say that for more than a year you have wasted your time, especially since these are the only moments you are able to spend together, and you miss your beloved so much; but still... why haven't you gotten pregnant already?

*****

You sigh, happy and satisfied, as you turn on your back, sharing a smile with Haldir, panting by your side. "It was... it was absolutely..." you begin, but the words fail you, because even after a whole year, you cannot describe exactly how you feel, how he makes you feel, the joy and the pleasure you experience and that you know no one else could ever give you, because no one is like him, no one is him, and you are blessed to have met him, and earned his love.

"It was." Haldir agrees, as he once more takes you in his arms to hold you close; he kisses your brow "And it always will be, I promise."

You should leave soon, since you need to be at home before your parents awake and notice you are gone -and unfortunately your father is the earliest riser you know!- and you both know it, but you don't move, your cheek resting on Haldir's chest as his fingers gently run through your hair. You don't need to be as close as the two of you are to know the same thought is filling both of your minds, the same thought that has tormented you for a whole year now...

"Do you feel... something?" Haldir hesitantly asks in the end, and you sigh; he doesn't blame you, and the guilt and the disappointment weighting on your heart are probably even worse than what he feels, but still, in that moment, despite all the joy and the pleasure still warming your body, you feel so ashamed you cannot even look him in the eyes. You don't know exactly what you are waiting for since you have never been pregnant before, how it will feel to know that you have conceived, but of one thing you are sure: that right now, satisfied and happy and aching in the most pleasant way as you are, you feel exactly as before, exactly as you did at the end of the previous twelve attempts: empty.

You have failed. Again.

A sob escapes your lips, a sob that Haldir is too close not to hear, but you still try to hide your face against his shoulder. "I am sorry. Haldir, forgive me, I don't know what I am doing wrong..."

"No, no... It is not..."

"I started drinking a tea that is supposed to render a maiden more fertile, it tastes disgusting but I drink it every day, I swear, I don't know what else..."

There is no accusation or resentment in your beloved's bright blue eyes, only understanding and sadness, and that is enough to make you feel the worst Elf on Arda, undeserving of his love, undeserving of the joy of motherhood.

"Maybe the fault is mine." Haldir whispers in the end, his hand on your cheek "I know these things require time, and we have only one night every moon cycle to try, but if I were able to... if I had to rest less... maybe three times is not enough..."

"My darling, you have to rise at dawn to go on patrol; you need rest. What we do cannot hinder your duties as marchwarden."

"I know, I know..."

He looks so dejected, so guilty and disheartened, that you find yourself forgetting your sadness to try and alleviate his.

"Listen to me; we have no reason to feel guilty, since we are doing everything we can; as you said, it takes time to conceive a child, and we cannot let disappointment and bitterness make us forget how lucky we are. We love each other, and we are together, albeit just for a few hours; just for that, I am grateful."

"If we had a child, though, we could be together without having to hide." Haldir points out; but then he smiles "But you are right; we will keep trying for as long as we need to, and in the meantime we will enjoy the time we can spend together. I cannot wait to give you a child, to raise a family together... but I just need to be with you, and to know that you are mine, to be happy."

"I am, Haldir; and I always will be, I promise."

In the end you are forced to leave your beloved's bed and get dressed; Haldir needs all the rest he can get, but as always he rises with you to walk you to the gate. You don't talk as you leave the talan behind you, your hand in his, the quiet murmuring of the night holding you in a gentle embrace. You love moments like this, when words are not needed, a simple moment is a treasure, and every little gesture speaks about you. You would stay here for hours, just enjoying your beloved's company and the beauty of the night, but the full moon has already started his descend towards the horizon: it is time to go.

Rúmil and Orophin look at you expectantly as you reach the gate, but they are quick to pretend to be otherwise occupied when they notice the lack of joy and relief on your faces. You smile, and

"We will try once more." you tell them, as Haldir kisses your temple.

"We will try for as long as we need to."

You and your beloved say your goodbyes with a long hug, and a last kiss. "Be safe." he tells you, and you nod, too busy committing his face, his scent, the feel of his arms around you, to memory, to talk. A minute later you have passed the gate, alone once more but not lonely, disappointed but not sad; you had a night with him, and you will have another on the next full moon, and that is enough.

You wave your hand in farewell, and he responds in kind, before stepping away and letting the darkness of the night surround you.

TAGGING @starlady66 and @elvenenby. Hope you like this!

#The Lord of the Rings #The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Rings #The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers #Haldir of Lorien #Haldir #Craig Parker #Bellona's stuff

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ao3feed-tolkien · 2 years ago

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Haldir (LOTR) Imagines

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/mG3cKlU

by Bonniebird

The lord of the rings: Haldir ; This book is for LOTR's Haldir . All of my Imagines, prompts, oneshots and moodboard for Haldir requested via my Tumblr account; @bonniebird Fics in this book are Haldir x Reader, Haldir x Fem!Reader or Haldir x Male!Reader

Words: 410, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings (Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Haldir of Lothlórien, Galadriel | Artanis, Elrond Peredhel, Gandalf | Mithrandir, Aragorn | Estel, Boromir (Son of Denethor II), Frodo Baggins, Sam Gamgee, Gimli (Son of Glóin), Pippin Took, Merry Brandybuck, Legolas Greenleaf, The Fellowship of the Ring

Relationships: Haldir of Lothlórien/Reader, Haldir of Lothlórien & Reader

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/mG3cKlU

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tamurilofrivendell · 2 years ago

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Safe | Haldir x Reader

Pairing: Haldir/You Warnings: None really, I don’t think? Reader has been wounded at the beginning. A/N: I really don’t even know what this is and it’s probably dreadful but.. enjoy..?!

You had no idea what direction you were travelling as the wind started to pick up. You were dizzy from lack of food and water for days on end and you were hopelessly lost in these sprawling woods. Unbenownst to you, somebody had noticed you and had been following you for the last ten minutes. You didn’t hear anything, your hearing not that of an elf and your other senses practically dying as you stumbled through the undergrowth. Eventually, you collapsed under a tree, unable to continue. You lifted your gaze, looking up through the golden leaves. Despite the chill and the hunger and the pain from the wound on your leg, you supposed this would be a pretty enough place to die. Just before your eyes drifted shut, there was movement as something landed beside you from up in the trees. A flash of blonde and the feeling of strong arms and then you were out.

It was days until you finally awoke, eyes blinking open, ridding themselves of the blur of sleep. “Wh--” You tried but nothing came as your mouth was dry, your voice hoarse. Someone moved beside you, bringing something to your mouth. Water touched your lips and you gratefully drank it down, no questions asked. Finally, when you’d had your fill, you moved to pull yourself upright a little, wincing as a pain shot through your leg. “Where am I?” You tried again, able to see clearer now.

“You are in Lothlórien.” The voice startled you and you turned to look into the face of the blonde male standing next to the bed you were lying in. You shifted, looking around. It seemed you had found yourself in a healers room. Another glance towards the owner of the voice and you took a moment to take him in, noticing his pointed ears.

An elf. He was an elf.

“Lothlórien?” You echoed, moving again to swing your legs over the bed and immediately wincing again, a sharp pain shooting through your body.

He was beside you in an instant, steadying you with his hands. “Careful. You were poisoned. You are not yet fully healed.”

You shake your head because you have to go, you have to keep moving, but when you lock eyes with him you see there is no room for argument. You have no doubt he could pin you to the bed with one arm easily enough and so you forced yourself to settle, running a hand over your eyes. “What are you, a healer?” You ask after a silence.

A slight smile quirks the corner of his mouth. “I am the Marchwarden.”

Your expression creases into a frown. “What... are you doing in here?” Surely some injured, sick human was the least of his business.

There was a brief silence. “I found you.” He said. “I brought you here.” He had been checking on you these last days, asking after you, making sure you were healing. Not that he was going to tell you so. Not right now, at least. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure he knew why he felt so involved.

“I... thank you...” You murmur, gaze softening slightly but you still weren’t sure why he was still standing here.

He is silent for a while longer, observing you, studying you. Then he inclines his head and takes a step backwards. “I am glad you are well. I have duties I must attend.”

You watch him go, quite speechless. You try to settle as time passes, waiting to fully heal and be patient. Your thoughts continue to drift back towards the blonde marchwarden who’d found you in the woods, wishing for him to show up in your doorway once again. You felt safer with him there, his presence was solid and comforting.

You don’t see him for another week.

When he does appear, he’s holding a flower between his fingers and he presents it to you with a slight smile. You don’t quite pick up on the awkwardness or embarrassment on his face but it’s there. He isn’t one for such displays, not really, and truthfully he isn’t completely sure what he’s thinking.

“Thank you.” You take the flower shyly. “Beautiful...”

“Yes.” He agrees, his eyes fixed on your face.

You find yourself unable to look away, a little breathless. What was making you feel this way? Was it simply some attachment to your saviour? “I don’t believe you gave me your name.” You broke the next silence that had fallen over the two of you.

“Haldir.” He was a man of few words, it seemed, but you found that you didn’t really mind.

You tell Haldir your name and offer him a smile, reaching one of your hands out to clasp his own with your fingers. “Thank you so much, Haldir.” His name rolls easily from your tongue, feels comfortable on your lips. “For saving my life.”

He is a little taken aback by the gesture but he recovers and offers you a smile and the slightest squeeze of your hand in his. “You are most welcome.” He says, his eyes portraying his sincerity. “I am glad to see you well.” The colour had returned to your cheeks and you didn’t look so sick. That pleased him immensely.

He didn’t let go right away and neither did you, enjoying the touch of his hand, but eventually he pulls back and turns from the bed while you fiddle with the flower between your fingers. “I must return to the border.”

“Of course...” You nod, doing your best to hide your disappointment. He barely knows you, he doesn’t owe you his time and he’s probably only visiting to be polite, because he found you half dead in the woods he patrols. He probably feels duty-bound.

You don’t look up until you realise he’s taken a step back towards you and reached for your hand again. Your eyes lock as he lifts it to his lips and places a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. “Rest. I will come back once I return.” You smile and something in your heart lights up with hope at his words and his gesture. “You are safe here.”

And as you watch him go, you believe it. You do feel safe. Safer than you have in a long time.

#haldir x reader #lotr x reader #haldir x you #haldir x yn #lotr fanfic #fanfic #lord of the rings x reader

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rckflg · 3 years ago

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CHARCTER MASTERPOST

enjoy :) hope you like this free food

i will link each character’s masterlist in this post

MOVIE MASTERLIST

STAR WARS UNIVERSE

han solo

princess leia

luke skywalker

padme amidala

anakin skywalker

obi wan kenobi

kylo ren

general hux

poe dameron

rose tico

finn

boba fett

fennec shand

din djarin

paz vizsla

cobb vanth

HARRY POTTER & FANTASTIC BEASTS

harry potter

hermione granger

ron weasley

ginny weasley

george weasley

fred weasley

charlie weasley

bill weasley

neville longbottom

oliver wood

seamus finnegan

dean thomas

cedric diggory

luna lovegood

cho chang

fleur delacour

pansy parkinson

viktor krum

voldemort/tom riddle

bellatrix lestrange

fenrir greyback

lucius malfoy

narcissa malfoy

igor karkaroff

barty crouch sr

barty crouch jr

professor severus snape

alastor moody

sirius black

remus lupin

nymphador tonks

newt scamander

theseus scamander

MARVEL & X-MEN

black widow / natasha romanov

yelena belova

hulk / bruce banner

antman / scott lang

tasm!spiderman / peter parker

hawkeye / clint barton

hawkeye / kate bishop

echo / maya lopez

kazi

nebula

daredevil / matt murdock

mobius m. mobius

deadpool / wade wilson

negasonic teenage warhead / ellie phimister

cable / nathan summers

domino / neena thurman

storm / ororo munroe

mystique / raven darkholm

wolverine / james howlett / logan

rogue / anna marie

phoenix / jean grey

cyclops / scott summers

havok / alex summers

jubilee / jubilation lee

banshee / sean cassidy

quicksilver / pietro maximoff

angel / warren worthington

x-23 / laura kinney

magik / illyana rasputina

wolfsbane / rahne sinclair

mirage / dani moonstar

nightcrawler / kurt wagner

magneto / erik lensher

please let me know which version of the x-men characters you would like me to write for when requesting

BIRDS OF PREY

harley quinn

huntress

black canary

renee montoya

victor zsasz

THE SUICIDE SQUAD (1&2)

harley quinn

rick flag

captain boomerang

polka-dot man

ratcatcher 2

bloodsport

peacemaker

LORD OF THE RINGS

merry brandybuck

pippin took

aragorn

legolas

gimli

arwen

boromir

faramir

elrond

eomer

eowyn

haldir

THE HOBBIT

bilbo baggins

thorin oakenshield

kili

fili

dwalin

THE LOST BOYS

david

marko

paul

dwayne

star

michael emerson

STAND BY ME

ace merill

denny lachance

eyeball chambers

billy tessio

TWILIGHT

carlisle cullen

esme cullen

alice cullen

jasper hale

rosalie hale

emmett cullen

edward cullen

bella swan

charlie swan

billy black

jacob black

seth clearwater

leah clearwater

paul lahote

sam uley

TELEVISION SHOW MASTERLIST

THE MAGICIANS

eliot waugh

quentin coldwater

julia wicker

alice quinn

margo hansen

penny adiyodi

kady orloff-diaz

mariana andrieski

henry fogg

fen

PENNY DREADFUL

vanessa ives

ethan chandler

dorian gray

brona croft

victor frankenstein

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

vanya hargreeves

klaus hargreeves

luther hargreeves

allison hargreeves

diego hargreeves

ben hargreeves

lila pitts

CHARMED (1998)

piper halliwell

pheobe halliwell

prue halliwell

paige halliwell

leo wyatt

cole turner

CHARMED (2018)

macy vaughn

mel vera

maggie vera

harry greenwood

abigael cain

niko hamada

PEAKY BLINDERS

tommy shelby

john shelby

arthur shelby

ada shelby

finn shelby

polly gray

alfie solomons

luca changretta

aberama gold

bonnie gold

johnny dogs

STRANGER THINGS

jim hopper

joyce byers

dr alexei

robin buckley

steve harrington

billy hargrove

max mayfield

NETFLIX’S DRACULA

dracula

SHAMELESS (US)

fiona gallagher

ian gallagher

carl gallagher

debbie gallagher

lip gallagher

mickey milkovich

kevin ball

veronica fisher

male!reader platonic &/or smut & fem!platonic!reader only for ian & mickey

CRIMINAL MINDS

spencer reid

penelope garcia

luke alvez

aaron hotchner

elle greenway

kate callahan

CARNIVAL ROW

rhycroft philostrate

vignette stonemass

tourmaline

GRIMM

nick burkhardt

hank griffin

captain sean renard

seargent wu

monroe

rosalee calvert

adalind schade

trubel

N0S4A2

vic mcqueen

maggie leigh

tabitha hutter

DOCTOR WHO & TORCHWOOD

9th doctor

10th doctor

11th doctor

12th doctor

13th doctor

simm!master

missy / gomez!master

dhawan!master

rose tyler

yazmin khan

river song

bill potts

nardole

captain jack harkness

toshiko sato

owen harper

MISCELLANIOUS

PEDRO PASCAL

the mandalorian / din djarin

javier pena

maxwell lord

whiskey / jack daniels

dave york

fransisco ‘catfish’ morales

marcus moreno

OSCAR ISAAC

poe dameron

nathan (ex machina)

apocalypse / en sabah nur

kane (annihilation)

gomez addams ; platonic!reader or familial!reader only

JOEL KINNAMAN

rick flag

takeshi kovacs

pete koslow

erik heller

stephen holder

ed baldwin

ANDREW GARFIELD

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cauliflowertree · 2 years ago

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┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ WHO I WRITE FOR—

FANDOMS & CHARACTERS— [subject to change]

gilmore girls -> jess, tristan, dave, rory.

harry potter -> harry, hermione, luna, draco, fred, george, blaise, ginny, cedric, tom, theo, mattheo, sirius, james, remus, regulus, lily, narcissa, bellatrix.

lord of the rings / the hobbit -> aragorn, legolas, eomer, eowyn, faramir, boromir, haldir & bard, thranduil, kili, thorin.

the maze runner -> newt, gally, thomas.

stranger things -> steve, dmitri, joyce, hopper, chrissy, nancy, robin.

star wars -> anakin.

the mentalist -> patrick.

grishaverse -> the darkling.

pretty little liars -> aria, jason.

timeless -> flynn.

the vampire diaries -> damon, stefan, elijah, katherine, klaus, kol, rebekah.

twilight -> bella, edward, carlisle, charlie, jasper, alice.

bridgerton -> anthony, benedict, eloise, daphne.

criminal minds -> aaron, spencer, jennifer, emily, derek.

anne with an e -> gilbert, anne.

dead poets society -> neil, todd, charlie, knox.

little women -> amy, jo, laurie, beth [platonic!].

teen wolf -> stiles.

pirates of the caribbean -> jack, will, james, elizabeth.

the hunger games -> finnick, peeta, haymitch, katniss, johanna.

pride and prejudice -> mr darcy.

RULES—

don’t request any smut. nsfw themes are okay but i don’t write full blown smut.

i will write platonic fics & romantic fics but please specify which you want when you request.

i will write: oneshots, blurbs / drabbles, headcanons & dialogues, fem!readers and gn!readers. if you don’t specify in your ask which you prefer, my default is usually gender neutral.

i don’t write male readers, sh, professor x minor!student, poly relationships, parent fics or pregnancy fics.

i only write marriage fics for bridgerton & pride and prejudice!

request status; CLOSED

#gilmore girls fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #marauders fanfiction #lotr fanfic #the hobbit fanfiction #pretty little liars fanfiction #vampire diaries fanfiction #twilight fanfiction #bridgerton fanfiction #flower patch

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make-me-imagine · 3 years ago

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The Hobbit & LotR Masterlist

If you find any incorrect or missing links please let me know!

Here is the link to my Main Masterlist

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- - - The Hobbit - - -

All Imagines - - Headcanons - - Oneshots/Drabbles

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The Company

Gif Imagine : Being in the company and psychic; allowing you to save the Durins

Birthday Scenario Game: The Hobbit Version

Birthday Scenario Game: Lotr & Hobbit Female Version

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Thorin Oakenshield

Oneshots/Drabbles:

Ship Drabble (Reader Insert) - Crush Confession (fluff)

Ship Drabble (Reader Insert) - Letter (romantic/cute)

Valentines AU (fluff)

“When it comes to loving me..he’s the worst” (angst)

Oneshot: ‘Wanted and Admired’ (fluff)

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Bilbo Baggins

Ship Drabble (Reader Insert) - Friends to Lovers

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Kili

Oneshot: The reader saves Kili’s life

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Fili

Ship Drabble: 'Realization' (cute/fluff)

Ship Drabble (Personalized) 'Always' (angst/comfort)

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Thranduil

Gif Imagine: Thranduil planning a feast to propose to you

Oneshot: ‘Begin Again’ (fobidden romance) *part two coming eventually

Drabble: 'My Love' (whump/fluff)

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- - - Lord of the Rings - - -

All Imagines - - Headcanons - - Oneshots/Drabbles

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The Fellowship

Gif Imagine: Being a member of the fellowship

Headcanons: How the fellowship reacts to you getting hurt

Birthday Scenario Game: Lotr Male Version

Birthday Scenario Game: Lotr & Hobbit Female Version

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Aragorn

Oneshots/Drabbles:

Ship Drabble (Reader Insert) - Comforting (comfort)

Ship Drabble (Reader Insert) - First ‘I love you’ (cute)

Ship Drabble (Reader Insert) - Cuddles (fluff)

Ship Drabble (Reader Insert) - 'Realization' (romantic)

Sadness (angst/comfort)

Snow (comfort)

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Legolas

Oneshots/Drabbles:

Ship Drabble (Reader Insert) - Road Trip (Sort of) (cute)

Ship Drabble (Reader Insert) - Secret Admirer (romantic)

‘Reader takes care of an injured Legolas/Hair braiding’ (angst/cute)

'One Step Closer' (fluff/comfort)

Altered Perception (general/angst/bit of fluff)

Ship Drabble: 'First Kiss' (fluff)

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Boromir

Ship Drabble (Reader Insert) - Friends to Lovers (angst/romance)

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Faramir

Ship Drabble (Reader Insert) - Comforting (angst/comfort)

Ship Drabble (Reader Insert) - Reunion (cute)

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Pippin

Gif Imagine: Going out and getting drunk with Pippin

Headcanons: Family Headcanons

Ship Drabble (Reader Insert): Reunion (angst/cute)

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Elrond

Oneshots/Drabbles:

“I wish we could stay like this forever”“Will you marry me?” (romantic)

'Determined' (cute)

Elrond chastises you after you get hurt (angst/comfort/fluff)

Headcanons

Being Courted by Lord Elrond (romantic/fluff)

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Eomer

Oneshots/Drabbles:

Enemies to Lovers (angst/comfort/cute)

'Faint' (angst/comfort)

'Fury' (action)

'Guilt' (angst)

“I wish we could stay like this forever” (angst/cute)

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Haldir

Oneshots/Drabbles:

'Memory' (fluff)

'Protective' (fluff/confession)

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Lindir

Lindir x Hummingbirds Mood Board

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earthlybeam · 13 days ago

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

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

☀️𝓖𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓵

Yandere/Dark Elf Glorfindel x Female Fairy Reader Headcanons

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

🏹𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓭𝓲𝓻

Yandere/Dark Elf Haldir x Female Fairy Reader Headcanons

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

🎶𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓻

Yandere/Dark Elf lindir x Female Fairy Reader Headcanons

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#glorfindel #glorfindel x reader #glorfindel headcanons #glrofindel of golden flower #yandere glrofindel #haldir #haldir x reader #haldir of lothlórien #haldir of lorien #yandere haldir #haldir headcanons #lindir #lindir x reader #lindir headcanons #lindir of rivendell #yandere lindir #the hobbit #lord of the rings

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wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse · 4 years ago

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MASTERLIST

Info: So this is going to be going by fandom, and then character, and as I write more, I will add more! Also, I only put characters that I have written fics for in the past, but I will write for most characters within the fandom in time!

REQUEST INFORMATION

MARVEL MATCHUP INFO

MUSIC SCENARIOS

Symbols

💖= Fluff

🥀= angst

😮= slightly more mature, should not show up too much, mostly means it is a darker story

HEADCANONS

LOTR/THE HOBBIT

Boromir

- Abandoned 💖

- Abandoned Part 2 💖

Pippin

- Dating Pippin Took would include... 💖

MARVEL

Tony Stark

- Abandoned 💖

- Abandoned Part 2 💖

- What they would be like on your period 💖

Steve Rogers

- How Steve Rogers would ask you out, circa 1944… 💖

Bruce Banner

- What they would be like on your period 💖

ONESHOTS

LOTR/THE HOBBIT

Haldir

- Leaving (Haldir x GN!Reader) 🥀 🥀

- Warmth (Haldir x GN!Reader) 💖

Pippin

- A Peculiar Hobbit (Pippin x Fem!Reader) 💖

Boromir

- My Lady (Boromir x Fem!Reader) 💖

- Sunsets and Blankets (Boromir x GN!Reader) 💖 🥀

Legolas

- Reese’s Puffs (Legolas x Fem!Reader) 💖

Aragorn

- Mistaken (Aragorn x Fem!Reader) 💖

- Wishes (Aragorn x Fem!Reader) 🥀

Faramir

- Always there (Faramir x GN!Reader) 💖 🥀

- Once Upon a Dream (Faramir x Fem!Reader) 💖

Eomer

- Bridal Style (Eomer x Fem!reader) 🥀

- Spoiled Goods (Eomer x Fem!reader) 💖 🥀 😮

- Sleepless nights (Eomer x GN!Reader) 💖 🥀

- Sunrises (Eomer x GN!Reader) 💖

Eowyn

- Sunshine (Eowyn x GN!reader) 💖 🥀 (depending on the ending you read)

Fili

- Clear Waters (Fili x Fem!Reader) 💖

- My Wife! (Tullaina x Fili) 💖

Bilbo

- Never Was (Bilbo x Elf!Reader) 🥀

- Never Was Part 2(Bilbo x Elf!Reader) 💖 🥀

Frodo

- Missed It (Frodo x Fem!Reader) 💖

- Missed It Part 2 (Frodo x Fem!Reader) 💖 🥀

Dwalin

- Lighting a Fire is Harder Than it Seems (Dwalin x Male!reader) 💖 🥀

MARVEL

Bucky Barnes

- Hospital Room (Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader) 💖

Natasha Romanoff

- Red (Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader) 💖

Peter Parker

- Happier (Peter Parker x Fem!Reader) 🥀

Steve Rogers

- Volunteer (Pre-Serum Steve x Fem!Reader) 💖

- Volunteer part 2 (Pre-Serum Steve x Fem!Reader) 💖

Tony Stark

- Time goes on (Tony Stark x Fem!Reader) 💖 🥀

Bruce Banner

- Dammit Tony (Bruce Banner x Fem!Reader) 💖

- Wind-blown Car Drives (Bruce Banner x GN!Reader) 💖

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jazzistolkienfanfics · 4 years ago

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Elleth-in-Training

25, 29 and 31 w/ legolas during lotr !! could u use they/them pronouns ? if not fem is okay too ! ♡♡ thank youuu

hey! of course i’ll write they/them! i’m bi, so i definitely support lgbtq+ baes <3

i just gotta *edit* one of the prompts because ‘mahal’ is a Dwarven curse

25. “All up, that went well. Right, Y/N?” “YOU’VE BEEN STABBED, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!” 29. “Did you just kiss me?” “Was I not supposed to?” “I don’t know, but could you do it again?” 31. “Valar, are you alright?” “*groan* I will be … in a few thousand years.”

Type: Imagine Pairing: Legolas x reader Summary: Y/N is training to become Captain of the Guard, and she must accompany Legolas on the quest to Mordor Warnings: ‘fuck’ Word Count: 1063 words

All non-English is in Sindarin.

Y/N sighed. They glanced longingly at young ellith (female elves) and ellyn (male elves), and wished, not for the first time, that they didn’t have to be in Imladris. Sure, the Last Homely House was a beautiful place, and they loved being out of Taur-nu-Fuin (Mirkwood) for once, but their reasons for being there were ... inexplicably adorable.

And therein lay the problem. Also the fact that they were training to be Captain of the Guard, and was doing a pretty bad job of it.

“Y/N! Tolo ar nin! (Come with me!)” the problem spoke, running up to them.

Y/N turned, and was met by the infectious smile of Legolas Thranduilion that few besides Elves were treated to.

“A, Legolas. Am man? (Hi, Legolas. Why?)” they responded, folding their s/c arms.

“Because,” Legolas said, breaking the Sindarin and not even letting his smile falter at Y/N’s apparent unenthusiasm. “You’re accompanying me, you should meet the Fellowship.”

“The what?” Y/N asked, a hand on her sword.

“The Fellowship of the RIng - four hobbits, a wizard, two men, a Dwarf and two Elves! That would be us.”

“Sounds like a bad joke,” they said warily.

“Alright, Y/N, come on, lighten up!” Legolas nudged them. They just scowled back.

“Fine.”

Legolas watched the h/c edhel (gender-neutral term for Elf uwu tolkien we love u) go first in front of him, and now that they couldn’t see him, he finally dropped his smile.

Why were they so cold and serious?

---

Y/N growled in frustration as they cut down yet another Orc ladder thrown haphazardly upon the battlements of Helm’s Deep, slashing at the Orcs that remained on the wall.

“Y/N! Gimli! I’m on nineteen!” Legolas called somewhere. Y/N’s keen Elvish ears picked up his score and rolled their eyes.

“Ion e suni (son of a bitch),” they muttered, yelling back, “Twelve!”

Some sword cut into her - a shallow cut, though it stung annoyingly. Y/N quickly pressed a s/c hand to the cut, drawing it away with a hiss as red blood soaked into it. They wiped their hand on their armour - no time to stop in the middle of a battle.

Y/N stared at the blood, and cursed themself. (A/N - i am so sorry is that pronoun right?) Elves were supposed to be so talented and strong in battle they never bled - and Y/N had just proved that wrong. They channelled their anger into the fight and realised with some semblance of satisfaction that they fought better this way.

However, none of that mattered when Y/N heard a familiar voice give a growl of pain.

“Legolas!” they shouted. “Legolas, mi van le? (Where are you?)”

“Y/N!”

They rushed towards the source of the noise, recklessly swinging their sword around them, making Orcs cut them a wide berth. Panic shrouded their mind, and even as they saw dead familiar bodies all around them, and Aragorn crouched over the body of Haldir of Lorien, they could not shake their purpose form Legolas.

After all, they tried to reason. I am the Captain of the Guard. It’s my duty to try and help my soldiers.

Y/N skidded to a stop around the spot where they had heard the cry, looking around for Legolas.

They found him ... and their s/c skin paled rapidly, all the colour leeching from their face. He was still fighting, still remaining strong, but in an evident moment of distraction, he’d allowed himself to be sliced shallowly by a sword, and an arrow was embedded in his forearm.

“Legolas!” Y/N yelled, lunging for him, defending the stubborn elf, who was evidently tiring, with a newfound vigour.

“Y/N,” he breathed, noting their technique as he fought beside them. “You will indeed make a good Captain of the Guard.”

“That won’t matter if we never get back to Taur-nu-Fuin,” they replied shortly, sparing their remaining concentration on Legolas with a painful concern.

“Wait ...” Legolas said slowly, pointing at something Y/N couldn’t see. “It’s dawn.”

Just as he said it, a loud call of a horn sounded, bringing with it more hope and energy.

“Gandalf!” Y/N said, grinning. They stopped when Legolas grimaced, though the Orcs had fled to meet this new force. “Legolas, are you all right?”

“I will be fine,” he assured them. “Gandalf is here.”

Together, they looked out from the battlements, out from the carnage, and saw the arrival of a new army to absolutely demolish the Orc force.

“Huh.” Legolas leaned more heavily against the walls. “All up, that went well. Right, Y/N?”

“YOU’VE BEEN STABBED, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!” they yelled, itching to give Legolas a well-deserved slap, but refraining themselves as they inspected the wounds. “How did this even happen? You’ve bled, like, once.”

“I was shot, not stabbed. I was distracted,” Legolas grumbled, unwilling to admit that the distraction had been Y/N.

They attended to the cut first, bandaging it up tightly, and then turning Legolas over, wincing at his groan as they ran their fingers around the edge of the arrow.

“I can’t take care of this,” Y/N announced, pulling Legolas to his feet. “I’ll take you to a healer.”

Legolas scrunched his face up as he stood, attempting unsuccessfully to ignore the pain.

“Valar, are you alright?”

“I will be … in a few thousand years.” Legolas groaned, but still managed another endearingly sweet smile. They smiled back, giving a tiny laugh at the joke and hooking Legolas’s arm over their shoulders and gesturing with a head movement which direction to walk.

---

“Thanks, Y/N,” Legolas grinned, arrow freshly pulled from his arm and bandage replacing it. “You didn’t have to go to all that trouble.”

“Nah, it wasn’t trouble,” Y/N shrugged, sitting next to him and cleaning blood off their sword. “Besides. It was the least I could do for one of my soldiers.” They smirked teasingly.

Legolas raised an eyebrow. “Ooh, getting ahead of yourself, aren’t you? You’re not Captain yet.”

They elbowed him. “Just you watch me.”

“Oh, I fully intend to,” Legolas said, and then took Y/N completely by surprise and kissed them.

Y/N turned red from head to toe, reluctantly pulling away after a couple seconds, gasping. “Did you just kiss me?”

“Was I not supposed to?” Legolas asked.

Y/N bit their lip. “I don’t know, but could you do it again?”

Legolas leaned in again. “Of course.”

Thanks @amanemisamisa! i’m getting round to the rest of the requests soon!

EVERYONE - NO MATTER HOW MANY REQUESTS I HAVE THEY’RE STILL GONNA BE OPEN SO FEEL FREE!

#legolas #legolas x reader #x reader #lotr #lord of the rings #you

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