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[haldirs-melda]

It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

One year, 150000 words, 3 fandoms. Thank you for all your support for a newbie to writing 🥰

[haldir-cupcake]

I also saw you asking for requests, idk if your comfortable writing this if not feel free to ignore this. Maybe Haldir comforting his S/O who was sexually assaulted in the past. I was and your writings always make me feel better.

Sorry for the wait, I hope this is okay!

Rating: G

Note: there are no specific details to said assault.

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There isn’t much you’ve kept from Haldir, and while he knows you haven’t always lived the easiest life, there are a few things you keep close to you, or rather things you try to forget… at least in the moments when you’re so enveloped in the warmth of your shared happiness that it is easy to forget, but sometimes that isn’t the case.

There are times when you need to draw yourself away, fighting between a tide of shame that you know never should have been yours while you stay afloat, tossed back and forth as a memory you’d hoped was forgotten returns; sometimes triggered by little, meaningless things that shouldn’t mean what they’ve come to mean to you.

It hurts and it’s tiring at the best of times.

Elves are naturally reserved, so it isn’t so incomprehensible when you wish to pull away at times of closeness, but Haldir is no fool and sees the flash of pain that can only come from your own wayward thoughts.

He knows there’s something you have not shared, but he also knows better than to take offense. He’s patient with you and restrains himself from doing anything that might seem too overbearing, yet letting his presence remain close enough for you to feel him, thus letting you know that it is safe for you to come to him if you should need him. You’ve set the unspoken boundary and he respects it, yet he does not flee, nor does he let you shut yourself down away from him.

He’s the steady flow against your crashing storm and when you let yourself know that—that’s when you finally let yourself be claimed by his embrace while burrowing your face deep into the warmth of his chest as you speak and unload the burdens of your past.

There is a moment when you feel his body tense against yours and you almost panic, but he is not angry with you. Logically, you know that’s the case, but fear can be a strong force to withstand even when you know better, so when you finally glance up to see him you find yourself letting out a breath when you do not see the face of judgement or condemnation, but of grief mingled with what you can only perceive as some sort of avenging anger, but the latter fades, and your pain is his, and so he holds you, reminding you that there is nothing that anyone else could ever do to you that would lessen your worth, just as gold and silver do not become impure simply by the harsh tarnishing of the world around them.

“There is much strength in you, but one can only wear a warrior’s armor for so long,” he says softly while gently stroking his fingers through your hair. “And it would be unreasonable to expect one to. You’re safe now, meleth nîn, safe here and safe with me always. Do not let some scoundrel rob you of your life’s happiness when you deserve every chance at joy and peace, though I know that is easier said… but—but know that you are not alone.”

You feel your expression and emotions start to crumple a little, as does his own, but all he does is hold you tighter to himself, breathing deeply with you until through blurry eyes you look to him again. There is love in his eyes, as well as a heavy pain now, but it is a burden of knowledge he does not regret having because he knows that in some way that it helps lighten your own burden, too.

And you stay that way for some time until he places a kiss on your forehead, smiling, which you can’t help but return as he takes your hand in his and you walk together, side by side.

[averil-of-fairlea]

Believe me

From the Drabble Games:  “If you do this,  you will be dead to me” requested by @blondenacho|| Also incorporating this from @imaginexhobbit “Imagine Haldir asking Galadriel and Celeborn for your hand in marriage because they are the ones caring for you since your parents died​ || Betrothal text from Realelvish.net || Drabble games fics || More Elf fics || Fanfiction masterlist

Author’s note: This is depressing. 

You know what Lord Elrond is requesting without even looking at his correspondence. 

As a member of Lothlorien’s band of trusted messengers, you held the letter in your hand as soon as it arrived, felt the heaviness in it. You can just picture some of those weighty words written in Lord Elrond’s elegant handwriting: aid, battle, men, evil.

As the beloved adopted daughter of Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel, you know you can use your status to find out exactly what’s inside. Or you can bypass your surrogate parents and pry open the thick parchment. That’s what desperation and anger are telling you to do. Perhaps seeing the actual words will sting less than what you’re imagining.

You quickly dismiss the temptation of impertinence. This is not how you were raised. But because your heart is breaking, you’re about to dismiss your good senses.

“I’m going with you.” 

You make the announcement at the entry of your light-filled home. You haven’t even completely crossed the doorstep.

Haldir, sitting on the ledge overlooking a verdant glen behind the house, waits a full two minutes before answering you.

“You are not.”

Now you step over the threshold.

“I’m a capable warrior, Haldir. You’ve said so yourself. We train together!”

“This kingdom needs you.”

“More than my own husband does?”

“I am a capable warrior as well, meleth nin.”

You can’t stand the ice between you any longer. You run over, sit across from him, and reach for his hands.

“How long before we leave?��� you ask.

“I leave in the morning. You are staying.”

The ice is still there. Haldir is trying to make this easier - to stay distant, disconnected. Then the farewell won’t hurt so much. But you’re already hurting. 

You’ve waited literally hundreds of years to be together. Duty, previous conflicts, and betrothals to others that abruptly and tragically ended because of said conflicts kept you at best admirers from afar, and eventually sparring partners. 

The glances and polite nods hid the depth of your unspoken, growing, mutual feelings, until the merrymaking at a kinsman’s wedding feast - and the abundant wine - finally helped bring them forth.

Only a short time passed before Haldir humbly approached your parents for your hand, showing them, and you, complete reverence, beyond even the normal honorable Elven displays.

How you wish for those happier times now. Three hundred years have passed since your vows were spoken before a forest filled with witnesses, and not even the day-to-day swing of wedded life could take away the excitement of love.

Now, you feel as if you hardly know each other, even though Haldir will soon prove to you just how well he knows you.

He looks from the view of the glen to the view of you, his One. The ice breaks, and passion takes over.

You melt into his arms, he melts into you, and the excitement of love returns and replays over the hours that follow.

I’m going with you, I’m going with you, I’m going with you, and you can’t stop me. When you call his name in the throes of ecstasy, this is really what you’re telling him. Part of you hopes he hears it, deep down, and part of you appeals to the Valar that he’s not listening. Maybe you can make it happen. You’ll disguise yourself if you have to - give the group a day’s lead and join them later.

I’m going with you, I’m going with you….

In the wee hours, as you’re still deep in a perfect dream free of war and icy exchanges, he answers you.

You are not.

It still feels like a dream when his lips kiss yours. He leaves another on your forehead.

Then the door shuts, and a new lock clicks. The dream is over. It was over the minute that correspondence arrived. 

“Haldir, NO!” Flipping back the covers, you rush to the door, but you know before you start tugging on the latch that it’s no use.

He tells you it will be opened within an hour by your mother. She will stay with you. She won’t let you leave. They both know you’ll try.

“I can help you and the others fight!” you cry.

He knows you can, he says. He knows you can.

“Then let me out!” 

The warm, secure, content, hopeful person you truly are would never say what comes next.

”If you do this, you will be dead to me.”

You don’t mean that, Haldir says. He knows you’re hurting; he hears you crying. He’s so very sorry.

In Haldir’s next words there is neither ice nor fire, but the simple warmth of an intent he spoke to you long ago. 

“Gi melin, ar aníron gi mestad. Ma innasseg?” I love you, and I want to marry you. What is your will?

“Innen be inneg,” you respond tearfully, your emotions running as high as the day you first said them. My will is like your will. 

“We will be together again, right here, in our home,” he says. “That is now my will. Let it be yours, my love.”

“I did not mean what I said….” Your voice is so hoarse, and you waited so long before saying it, you’re not sure if he heard you. You call his name, but he doesn’t answer. 

Turning your back to the door, you slide down it, not noticing the note he slipped under the door until your trembling hand makes contact.

Believe me.

[nerddface-has-moved]

Well, then. (1/2)

Characters: Haldir of Lorien, female!reader

Warnings: Mentions(ish) of blood 

Word Count: 1139

Notes: I’m still bad at transitions. Part 1 of 2 (You’re here! , Part 2 ). 

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She remembered the ominous warning from that strange woman on the subway like it was yesterday. Since she’d been here, she thought it may be more like a couple months, but for all she knew, this could all be an elaborate fever dream, and it had really only been a couple hours.

“You will need to make a choice.”

Well, then. Was this the choice? It sure seemed important enough.

Well... At least it’s an easy one.

With Haldir’s life within seconds of ending, she made her decision. Breaking into the strongest run of her life, she barreled into the wounded elf, effectively knocking the wind from him, but causing the massive axe of the Uruk-hai behind him to strike nothing but wet stone. Before she could even be flustered that she had made such intense bodily contact with her (massive) crush, she leapt up and turned to shield his body with hers.

The blades at her sides sang as they met the air, and she blinked in the torrential rain,

“You will not take him.” Her head shook slowly as she said it, voice calm, but steady, determined, vicious.

The creature snarled and spit at her, but she held her ground. She swung the weapons, letting the light catch them, set on protecting the elf on the ground behind her with her dying breath. Hearing his cough and the shifting of his armor as he struggled up to his elbows allowed her the relief to take a step forward and face the creature. It lunged at her, but its weight proved to be its weakness, and she got past its swinging axe. She wasn’t quite quick enough to find a chink in its armor before it turned around and hacked at her again. Her foot slipped on the wet stone, and her breath was momentarily ripped from her chest.

“Y/N!” It was Aragorn. She sneered with effort as she rolled out of the way and back to her feet, and feinted again when it swung its weapon in a wide arc, this time catching its mistake- and its neck- with her blades. She stepped back to let it fall to the ground, dead. She almost lashed out when she felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see Haldir, waterlogged and clutching the wound on his chest, but alive. His eyes begged a hundred silent questions, lips parted but silent. She grit her teeth, still trying to catch her breath.

“I could not let you die,” she admitted over the sound of battle.

Aragorn called her name again and she turned, watching him make his way to the keep, waving an arm to her.

“Come,” she beckoned, and slung one of Haldir’s arms over her shoulders, sheathing one sword. He did little to protest, and held his other hand over the wound on his sternum. She tried to move them quickly, hoping the shake with each swing of her weapon didn't jar him too much.

One ill-timed strike let a blade through her defense and thankfully she turned just soon enough to catch the metal with her own shoulder instead of the side of Haldir’s neck. The elf’s dagger flashed out to kill the assailant, and Y/N grit her teeth, grunted, and carried on.

They only paused for a moment at the gate when the Marchwarden slung over her side lost his knees and fell forward. Y/N’s shoulder popped as she supported his weight, and she swallowed a cry of pain as her wound tore a little further with the stress.

In a moment, Aragorn was at her side, hauling the elf to stand, and he met Y/N’s eyes for a moment.

“Got him,” she beamed.

~

Y/N and Aragorn ushered the elf to a chair near the back, snatching a tablecloth up on the way there, where he promptly began to protest.

“We must defend the keep!”

Without looking at him, she searched for the straps on his pauldron. Aragorn vanished in the crowd behind them.“You're injured. Stay down. You can't help anyone if you're dead. This war isn't over yet.”

“It’s nothing; I cannot leave my men!” Haldir exclaimed, shifting out of her grip.

“Stay down,” she commanded, pressing a palm to his chest to halt him. “I promise you, we will win. If you go back out there, I cannot promise that you will survive. Trust me. Please.”

She seemed so phenomenally genuine that he stopped, aphonic. Aragorn and Théoden argued behind her as the men barricaded the pounding door, but she paid no attention. She knelt before Haldir, and her fingers worked quickly to loose the armor around his chest and pull it over his head, draping his sopping coat over another chair. She brushed his drenched hair over his opposite shoulder with incredible care, pulling a lock plastered to the side of his face free slowly. She caught his gaze for a split second before coming to her senses and focusing intensely on his chest.

There was shouting, now, and as she was tearing the cloth to bind Haldir’s wound, Aragorn came up behind her. Haldir looked up at him, which she noticed, and turned her head briefly to face her friend. She pulled Haldir’s shoulder forward slightly to make him sit up, and reached under his arms with the cloth.

“We ride out with Théoden. Will you be safe here?”

Y/N responded quickly, wrapping the cloth again and tugging it tight, trying to ignore the intense pain in her shoulder. “No. But I will make it safe.”

The dύnedâin nodded to the both of them and rushed off. 

Haldir’s soft voice made her pause for a moment. “You are bleeding.”

Y/N blinked, hoping the way her head spun was from nerves and not blood loss, pulled the makeshift bandage one more time around Haldir’s broad chest and tore it further, tying it off. “I’ll be fine.” She looked back as the crashing of the gates stole her attention. The horn of the keep blasted.

“Forth Eorlingas!” Théoden shouted, and the group charged, ratting Y/N’s knees. Clashing armor flashed in the bright light of the beginning day, and she breathed in relief. Tears blurred her vision, of both happiness and pain, and she hoped that the sweat and rain on her face would disguise them.

“The Rohirrim.”

Sure enough, not a moment later, from outside came a thundering that could only be the thousands of horsemen coming over the hill. They had won.

~

Soon after, the Elves came to sweep up Haldir. She let them have him without a word, silently fading into the crowd of joyous women rushing out to embrace the battle-weary men. It was time she got her wound tended to, and she had to find the rest of the Fellowship.

~

to be continued...

[joyfullynervouscreator]

On the topic of tag lists

I try to keep an organised document, but if you find yourself forgotten/wish to be tagged for specific series, drop me a line.

currently there’s tag lists for

Silver Secrets - Fílixreader romance, featuring Dad!Dwalin(you’re a warrior-dwarf with a grudge)

Potions - HP/Hobbit crossover with baby Durins; contains humour and tiny wizards!

Motorcycle Club - Modern AU Dwalin, Biker/schoolteacher romance with a large amount of smut. Prompts are welcome.

Fíli-Ficlets - this series is mostly about Fíli; also where I drop a lot of Baby Durin fics. This series also accepts prompts.

Song of Nimrodel - Everything Haldir-related goes here. Haldirxreader(you’re an elf of Galadriel’s court; her most favoured singer)

The Sleeping One - Technically completed Dwalinxreader fic, though snippets may appear. (You’re a barmaid from Ered Luin, why are you on this Quest again??)

Cuddles - Thorinxreader OR Dwalinxreader(both kinds complete), will be updated with other Dwarfxreader when inspiration strikes. (You’re the Ri-sister)

Prince of Greenwood - All the Thranduil stuff, beginning early Second Age and lasting well into Third Age; companion fic to Dwelf-’verse.

Dworin stuff - Exactly what it says on the tin, this is all about ThorinxDwalin.

Nwalin stuff - These are NorixDwalin fics, which have been written based on @asparklethatisblue‘s art; more will probably happen ;)

Pebble - a standalone piece in Dwelf-’Verse involving Thorin’s future mother; there are some childhood sequels planned for this.

Walkers - I’ve decided to discontinue this as I’m transforming the story into an original novel for nanowrimo, sorry.

[helmaninquiel]

WARNING

Words: 997 Pairing: Haldir/Elf!Reader Based on this imagine by imaginexhobbit.

You had spent sixteen years in Lothlorien, learning everything about the forest that was so different, yet so alike your own. And those sixteen years, you spent very little time doing anything but stand in the stars and watch as each one blinked and twinkled just like they were just born.

But you were requested home to see your Ada, who had only recently been less withdrawn. As your horse came to a halt in front of the unsealable gates. Nothing had changed, as you knew it would not. Even if your father was more welcoming of you traveling, he was not going to change a single piece of his land.

    Your hands gently pulled the hood of your cloak away from your face, and you waited for a guard to identify you, before the gates opened. You and your traveling companion rode through, before you dismounted from your horse, tugging at your riding gloves and giving them to the guard that had already taken your horses's reins. “Feren,” you greeted warmly. “It is lovely to see you again.”

“And you, Lady Y/N.” He gave a nod towards Haldir, before he was taking the horses away to the royal stables. You took in the kingdom around you, the ancient trees, the arching pathways.

“It is not too unlike Lorien,” Haldir spoke quietly.

“No, it is not,” you agreed softly. And you sighed before looking towards him. “He cannot change my mind. My father is a very… cruel man, if he so chooses.”

“You have warned me of such plenty in these last few weeks.” Because you had been so worried with how your father would take the news. But you nodded and began to follow the familiar path up the stairs towards the throne room where you knew, if his pattern persisted, that your father would be at this hour.

You were not disappointed. As he spotted you, he straightened from his slouching posture, and spoke. “Y/N, I did not think you would come so quickly.”

“You would be surprised,” you admitted. “Lorien horses travel much faster than ours. Perhaps we should work on trading for a few of them.” He hummed, as if considering it, before he rose, slowly climbing down the stairs of his throne, and giving you a considering gaze.

“You still remain unchanged by the years.”

“We all do, that is in our blood.”

“Yes, but when your mother traveled to Lorien, she came back with a scar down her arm from an archery incident.”

“No archery for me, I'm sorry, Ada.” You gave him a warm smile, though, which he returned with only slightly less caliber. His eyes darted to Haldir. “Ada, this is Haldir, the March Warden of Lorien. He traveled with me back, to keep me safe should issues arise. Orcs are beginning to travel the valley between our forest and the mountains.”

Thranduil gave a small, disinterested snort. “What happens in that valley is no concern of mine. I see you came by no trouble.”

“A small pack,” you said lightly, giving a small shrug as King Thranduil rounded on you with alarmed eyes. “It was nothing Haldir could not handle.”

Thranduil set is jaw, before inclining it towards the younger blonde elf. “My gratitude for keeping my daughter safe.”

“A task I would do any day, your Highness.” Your father's eyes took on a suspicious quality that you thought best to quell now.

“I intend to marry him.”

“You do not,” Thranduil scoffed, moving towards his throne once more. “You have barely even known this man.”

“I have known him for sixteen years,” you spoke firmly. “From the moment I first entered Lothlorien, Haldir has been by my side. I do not wish for any other. He has shown he is capable of keeping me safe, and he has kept me happy all this time. I do not seek your permission, Ada,” you spoke as your father gave another disbelieving scoff. “I am merely informing you of what will happen in the near future.”

Thranduil spun, and his eyes had a furious blaze in them you knew all too well. “Him? A lowly Silvan elf?” You opened your mouth to retort, but he cut you off. “He is not worthy of you.”

“I love him. And I say that is enough for me, as long as he loves me in return.” Haldir did not flinch as Thranduil's glare turned to him. The eldest elf released a long breath before he spoke, forcing his tone to be sweet, when you knew he felt anything but.

“If there should be so much as a single tear shed from her eyes because of you, I will not hesitate to separate your head from your body.” Haldir gave a nod that he understood clearly. “That is not a threat, March Warden. That is a warning. You harm her, you fail to protect her, and I will make sure that you do not breathe for one more second.”

“Ada-” you gasped in alarm.

“I understand.”

Thranduil gave a smirk, and tilted his head in Haldir's direction, as if in respect. “Welcome, then, to the family. An honor, I assure you, that no Silvan elf has been given.” He glanced towards you, sighing quietly. “At least there is still hope for your brother.”

Yet Legolas was still infatuated with Tauriel from your last time spent in the kingdom. You doubted those feelings faded. “I wish to have the wedding in Lorien,” you said as your father was safely distanced in his throne. Thranduil didn't seem surprised as he rolled his eyes. “It is where I intend to make my home. Haldir has a life built there, that relies on the Lorien guard. We have spoken and agreed that he cannot leave it.”

“Do what you will, but my warning will not change.” You felt your smile come on and you glanced towards Haldir. A future, with no matter how warnings, was better than none.

[haldirs-melda]

Song of the Marchwarden - A Deathless Death - Chapter 11 - Dancing Souls (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1232300771-song-of-the-marchwarden-a-deathless-death-chapter?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Haldirs-Melda&wp_originator=W0ehujLWcF1dAPsvqnbKFw8xV4BsMSCk2D3QcmrxEFM7q1rxPyBGf1sN%2BIGXzKAp%2BGnXCqwg8lobUKzuiVZiq14y%2BchKpZRZ7hShFV5v%2FJ93Ft%2BioC8KH4VZ%2BWST6%2F7p The last of the Teleri is back, and she is back to love and fight. Join the story with Gaeariel, as she finds love in Haldir, and an enemy in an old friend.

[haldir-cupcake]

Hi, its Sapphire from AO3! I was wondering if you could write a reader from our world x haldir, where the reader gets injured and haldir saves her?? (like maybe a continuation from fallen leaves since they have an established relationship but idk its ur choice!!) Loll i just want there to be dramatic angst that ends in fluff. Thank you!!!

Fallen Leaves Pt. 2 (Pt 1. on Tumblr) (On AO3)

Warnings: Some battle violence, but not much.-You had wanted to see so much more the longer you’d been in Lothlórien, and while you had grown tolove it dearly there was still a whole entire world for you to see and explore.But Haldir had forbade it, telling you that the world you knew and the one thathe knew was completely different.“There are unimaginable dangers beyond our borders that you have never seen,”he’d told you, his words stern as what had started out as a mild discussion hadquickly turned a little more heated than you were accustomed to.“You think there is no danger where I came from?” you shot back, abruptlystanding to your feet from the seat you’d just taken. “You think I do not knowwhat it is like to be afraid of what’s outside my door?”“The dangers you know are not the same as the dangers we face when travel outin the open here…”“So, it’s true then that I am in fact still a prisoner?”At your words, his eyes shut, mouth forming a tight grim line as he turned hishead away and you did not miss the way his fists clenched at his sides.Then he’d left your room without another word, your own question ringing backin your ears and clouding your mind in a haze of confusion and making youquestion your own judgement. Had he been hurt by your words? Had he beenconfirming what you feared all along even as the both of you had grown closertogether? But perhaps your time together was a mere blink to him, and you werea small plaything, perhaps even a childish amusement no better than a pet…But no, no. They, the elves, were not like that even if they sometimeslooked at you as if you were a source of entertainment to them.But they had never belittled you.And Haldir.He was not like that.But then a delegation from another elven realm came and you sought your moment,inserting yourself in the fray of preparations and even eavesdropping on theconversations the serving maids held and managing to pick up sparse bits oftheir conversation from the broken Sindarin you’d been picking up graduallyover time.And then you’d met with the Lady, ever effulgent and beautiful in every momentyou had the chance to look upon her and of course the Lady Galadriel, despitebeing distant and quite mysterious, knew your heart and your desire to see morethan just the city and its borders.And you’d done it, you’d met the elves from the place called Rivendell andsomething burst in your heart at the very idea of going there and traveling andseeing the world out there, seeing its beauty and yes, even preparing for therisk that you actually were not blind to.But Haldir had not come to see you, had not offered to join the party of yourescort with the delegation when the time came for them to depart eventually,but by that time you were already managing quite well enough to communicatewith the elves around you who treated you with a kind of distant, yet cordial neutralitythat suited you just fine.And so you went, taken by the wind and out of the cloaked forest of Lothlórien’s borders and its wondrous Mellyrnthat had shielded you all that long while since your arrival.Haldir had not bid you farewell, though when you’d glanced back you could havesworn you felt his presence somewhere unseen, watching you go, and the verythought had left a pang in your heart.-

Much time had passed when you’d finally began your journey back and the personyou’d been before and who you were now… well, you weren’t really sure if youcould even recognize yourself if given the chance. You’d seen much, even beencaught in the cross-hairs of danger a few times, and learned so much more thanyou could have ever imagined, all of it filling you up and imprinting memoriesdeep inside you that you knew you could never forget.

But there was someone else you could not forget— had not forgotten.

Haldir.

His face, his words… his touch, despite it never going past kisses and closeembraces. It all had lingered within you and all the moments you’d shared cameto you night after night even when you’d done so much those days that you had expectedyou’d have dropped from exhaustion.

But he was always there, his presence in your thoughts holding you captive andkeeping you awake.

Had you abandoned his thoughts, though? Had you offended him so very much thathe would scorn you once he saw your return, or worse… forgotten you?

For weeks your mind had circled back and forth with these thoughts, loopingaround all the scenarios that could come to pass between you and all theburning questions that tortured you.

It had begun to feel all so foolish, but yet when it came to it, when you askedyourself if you were sorry for wanting to go, you realized that you did notregret it, only regretting that Haldir had not given you his blessing, and thenthat pain had grown into a sort of righteous anger that surprised you becauseyour independence had always been something important to you.

The returning path your party had taken, even as your incessant thoughtscontinued to plague you, was different from the one you’d taken before as therehad been some reports of orc activity sighted. Though you’d only caught theglimpse of one before in a failed attack by a small group that had been quicklyeradicated, you knew the danger they posed and found yourself on high alert asyou clumsily gripped your steed’s reins. Perhaps it did not help that you werea newly trained rider, too, but to be fair you had caught on quite well andrather quickly at that.

And then a shrill, piercing cry shot through the night, breaking through anypeace and you felt your body stiffen in your seat, glancing wildly all aroundfor the source of the horrible noise as a series of shouts erupted from theelves in your party who flanked you and the others who were not so accustomed tobattle. Fear gripped your chest, and everything happened so quickly that youdid not realize what was happening, that the attack was coming from all sidesand was attempting to break the formation your party had set. Your horse rearedand the reins slipped from your hands as you fell back– the beautiful starlitsky above being the last thing you saw before you were dropped into a vastocean of pitch darkness.

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Rough hands with sharp, cutting nails gripped your ankles, pulling your bruisedbody over bumpy terrain as your eyes blearily opened and you were sure that theentire side of your face and neck was wet with something, yet when you tried tolift a hand to touch it, you found that they were bound together just as you werejerkily hoisted up atop something’s, or rather someone’s misshapen and hunchedshoulder belonging to a sturdy figure with an unfortunate strong hold.

You groaned, nausea swirling in your gut as tears of pain pricked your eyes andyou feared the very worst of what was to come.

It was too easy for you to slip back into unconsciousness, the horror of yournew reality being almost too much to take especially when you hurt so much andyou wanted nothing more than to feel and think nothing.

When you came to again the dark blue sky had faded and dawn slowly crept in.You were cold and damp, not to mention tied to a tree and when you glancedaround you almost let out a cry at the sight of another elf in the samepredicament as you, though he still appeared to be out.

Perhaps he was lucky, and you knew it to be so when a snarling face appearedinches in front of your face with mealy grey skin and sharp beastly eyes thatheld nothing but coldness and calculating cruelty as its horrid tongue dartedout over split lips, watching you with a dangerous kind of hunger that made yourecoil and knock your head back into the tree’s bark. The action resulting in yougiving a hard wince of pain.

They really were the ugliest things you had ever seen… and the stench.It was almost bad enough to make you want to heave if you hadn’t been sopreoccupied by the pain assailing your head and body.

Your vision began to blacken at the edges, and you shut your eyes, turning yourface away and breathing harshly. The foul creature growled and you thought itmeant to leave you as you heard a rustle of steps through the fallen leavesuntil your bindings were being pulled and sliced, but it was a temporary reliefuntil you realized that the new party you’d joined against your will was movingand attempting to do so quickly.

Something in you snapped right then and you began bucking wildly against yourrestraints, thrashing your limbs wildly and managing to launch yourself a fewpaces further away from where you’d started until the top of your head wasyanked back sharply by your hair, making you cry out. You jerked in elbow out,kicking up your feet as fiercely as you could muster until your couragewithered at the sight of the orc once again who had brandished a crude blade.In your stupor you didn’t think to move away, merely raising your arms up protectivelyonly for it slice into the flesh of your forearm.

A pained shout flew from your lips and you felt warm blood begin dripping into thefront of your clothing as you tried desperately to push away, your booted feetslipping pathetically in the mud. Something whizzed overhead and you blinked,glancing up to the orc who had been looming over you with its weapon stained redwith your blood but now with an arrow protruding from its loathsome face beforefalling back like a sack of potatoes.

Though your bindings had been cut from the tree, your wrists were still tiedtogether with biting rope. You knew you should rise from the ground and flee,but you suddenly felt heavier and your vision blurred in and out.

Now wasnot the time to be weak. The gash across your forearm burned and youworried that the cut had gone too deep. Lamely your other hand tried to gripthe area, but your fingers slipped in the oozing blood and you hissed.

Something must have been happening around you, a realization which came alittle too slowly to your liking and your heart leapt in your throat when yousaw tall, lithe figures with bows raised; their long silken hair whippingbehind them as they moved rapidly and felled the remainder of what must havebeen a small orc party that had been too slow to leave with their hostages.

Relief washed over you and you slackened, now only holding onto the hope thatyou wouldn’t be trampled while lying in the middle of the fray, and that ofcourse that you wouldn’t bleed out before it all settled down and you couldhopefully be rescued.

Your eyes closed, unable to help it. You were just so, so tired.

Then you heard a huff and the sensation of someone dropping down beside you,firm yet gentle hands working over you— the sound of fabric being ripped, ahand caressing your cheek, and then the pressure of your wound being wrappedtightly as you were lifted up.

Should you dare to try and open your eyes?

Perhaps later…

You began fading away gently as soft words were spoken to you in an oddlyfamiliar voice that was so very comforting , taking hold of your wracked nervesand finally putting them at ease just as all awareness departed.

-

You had been so peaceful when the feeling of something sharp digging into yourskin awakened you and you jerked, eyes shooting open as someone was holdingonto you for dear life and another; a hazy figure in your periphery, was stitchingthe wound in your side. Logically you knew this was a good thing, yet panictook hold and found yourself trying to move away if it weren’t for the strongarms holding you… and you were in someone’s lap?

“Be at ease,” a voice whispered in your ear that was both firm and calm.

“Haldir,” his name fell from your lips before your mind even registered that itwas him that was there with you. Somehow, between the pain and relief, shameheated your face and you felt guilt overtake you.

“You’re safe, meleth nîn,” hesoothed.

“You must think I’m a big idiot,” you said with a hoarse laugh only to cut itoff with a grimace and hiss of pain as the needle went in again. Somehow youfelt his smile more than saw it.

“The only thing I think is that I’ve never been more grateful in all my yearstaking breath than I am now in this moment.”

“Are you angry with me?”

“No,” he told you and you felt him press a soft kiss on your brow that almostmade all of the pain subside. “But I think you should be angry with me. I failedyou.”

Confusion knitted your brow and you didn’t understand why he would say such athing.

“I should never have let you leave without me at your side. In my anger…” hebegan, breaking with an uncharacteristic sigh before speaking once more, “In myanger I let you go, thinking you wished for independence away from me. I was sovery foolish, and it made me ill as I rightly deserved the longer you were awayand after I let you leave on such poor terms. I will not hide you from theworld, but I will never abandon you again and that is an oath I will take. Itis my word, my promise to you.”

Your wound was now being wrapped again and was placed gently at your side, yetyou were left speechless, still feeling the heat of guilt and embarrassment onyour cheeks as you tried to process his words.

What on earth was he talking about? An oath? To you?

You were still too hazy to get through the seriousness of such a conversationand you shushed him quietly, reaching your good hand up to stroke his face asyou finally managed to get a good look at him and into his intense gaze whileyou were held in his arms.

“I had a good time if that helps any,” you told him with a smile. He smiledback, shaking his head at your words.

He’d never let you go now.

[haldir-cupcake]

Singular (Haldir x OFC)  / One Shot

His touch is like threads; wrapping and tangling, printing against the soft flesh and melding into it. His fingers twist her hair playfully before trailing, smoothing over and diving past the peaks of her shoulders. There is no return to peace for her, not when he’s finally arrived, and the hour is late. Even when his cloak is long-worn and he smells of the forest air and leaves, of the outside, and of the cold nights spent on watch. It’s a singular touch, one she misses often... Read More on FF.net (MATURE)

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For You

Requested by @elenawrit:  A One shot with haldir, when he discovers that his human wife is pregnant ? (like maybe fainting on the floor, something like this) thanks ! :) || Genre: ultra fluff || Setting: Lothlorien, in the home Reader shares with Haldir, long before the Fellowship shows up || More Elf fics here || Masterlist

“There! That’s better! I guess.”

For the hundredth time, you straighten the candle sconces and water color illustrations of blue princess verbena on the white-gray parlor walls, then stand back and critique your work. Not surprisingly, you’re still not satisfied with their placement. 

Taking a seat in your favorite birch chair, you look around, wondering why everything looks right, but nothing feels right.

The home you share with Haldir, reminiscent of the surrounding Elven forest, has simple elegance. Slender crystal vases filled with white tulips grace several tables. Arched thresholds of grapevine are appointed with sheer flowing fabrics of cream and sage. Even the hard lines of the wood and marble furnishings are softened with the addition of intricate filigree accents, many of them love affirmations in the lovely Quenya script.

And yet, you have an inexplicable desire to move things around, almost as if you’re preparing for.....something.

Six months after your intimate wedding under a star-filled amethyst sky, this urge overcomes you with no obvious source.

Admittedly, things have been a little topsy-turvy over the last few months, ever since Lady Galadriel asked you to become her scribe. Stress, even associated with something positive, tends to wreak havoc with everything from your your sleep patterns to your eating schedules.

You’ve never gone this long without your monthly cycle, though. Nor has your equilibrium felt so off. 

You don’t mention the missed bleeding with Haldir. It’s probably nothing. But he has caught you more than once in the midst of a dizzy spell.

One evening, he sees you start to sway from across the bedroom and comes up just in time to wrap his arms around you. He uses the moment to place a line of feathery kisses down your neck.

“Hmm,” he says, facing you again, “I’ve never made a woman of men faint before.”

“I wasn’t fainting. Just moving too fast.” Feeling less woozy, you serve him a cheeky grin. “Besides, I’m sure you’ve made many Elf maidens swoon.”

“None that I am aware of, my lady.”

“You’re much too modest.”

“It’s the truth. I’m only interested in making you swoon.”

And he is, just by standing there. But you don’t let on yet.

“So, if I had been fainting,” you say, “which I most certainly wasn’t... I would be your first?”

He brings his hands to either side of your face, holding you delicately, looking at you earnestly.

“Yes. But more importantly, you’re my One.” 

The night ends with both of you spent in each other’s arms, your sweet talk turning into silly secret sharing. Turns out, he’s not as fond of lembas bread as other Elves. And his fine archery skills initially started out as pure, dumb luck. 

You reveal that you used to feel sorry for Elves, because immortality seemed “dull.” Now what you wouldn’t give to live forever with him, instead of him relinquishing his precious gift to be with you.

When you’d asked him why he would do such a thing, he told you he would gladly move heaven and earth for you.

The fact that he couldn’t literally do that made no difference whatsoever. 

“Darling, what-” Haldir asks, watching curiously as you push away the mirror he’s been standing in front of, reviewing his new embroidered tunic.

“You don’t need to spruce anymore. This needs to go.” You stand to the side of the mirror and give it a hard push. It barely budges while your bare feet press into the cold floor.

“All right. But why?”

“I don’t know. I think something else should go there. Don’t you think?”

“Errr...yes,” he says. “Do you need help?”

“No. This is easy.”

He helps anyway, because the base is much too heavy for one person. 

You really should be heading out the door to meet with Galadriel, but everywhere you turn, there’s something to tend to.

“Meleth, stop.”

Haldir, his voice calm and soothing, steps in front of your storm of movement. He places his hands on your upper arms and tells you to breathe.

You stare into his soft, caring eyes, and mimic his rhythm: one long inhale through the nose, an extra long exhale through the mouth.

“Perfect. Keep breathing, just like that.” He bites his lip, then says, “You know darling, have you ever thought that you might be-”

The room begins to sway, and your head feels feverish. Haldir stays where he is, but his voice is moving farther and farther away.

He says your name, but all you detect is an echoed whisper. His face becomes a blur.

The last thing you hear is his panicked calling of your name before your body falls limp into his arms.

You awake to two voices: Haldir’s and a female’s, talking quietly in the parlor.

You’ve been moved to your bedroom, tucked underneath your eggshell-colored silk coverlet. Although you’re curious about your visitor and the conversation in the other room, you don’t investigate. 

Honestly, the only thing you want to do is get up and start moving that mirror again. But when the small glass plate of fresh berries, wafers, and a goblet of water on your nightstand catches your attention, you forget rearranging and remember how famished you are.

By the time Haldir appears in the doorway, alone, you’ve already gulped down the water and devoured the food. He smiles at you as you take one last lick of your plate.

“I’m glad to see you alert, and eating,” he says.

You put the plate in your lap and wipe your mouth with your sleeve. “I guess that was the problem. Hunger. I hope I didn’t scare you.”

Haldir enters the room and comes to the bed, taking a seat right near you, on the edge.

“There is no problem, my love, except that you need to pay closer to attention to what your body needs now that you’re with child.”

The words automatically make you jump. Haldir’s hands scramble to grab the plate slipping from your lap, but he’s not fast enough. It hits the floor and shatters, but no one cares. 

“Now that I’m WHAT? How do you know?” 

“The healer just left. While you were sleeping, she looked you over while I described all your symptoms. I also estimated that you hadn’t bled in at least two moons.”

“You noticed that?” you gasp, bringing your hand to your chest in surprise.

The way Haldir looks at you, with such love and honor in his eyes, makes you feel as if it is your wedding day all over again.

“I have noticed everything about you since we met,” he says, “including all this frenzied nesting that apparently some women go through during pregnancy. That’s what the healer said it is, anyway - an instinct of sorts. It spans all races. But she said yours has set in remarkably early.” 

He smiles shyly. ‘Don’t worry. I’ll be an expert on such things in no time.”

You just look at him, your eyes large, amazed at your good fortune sink in. Not only is Haldir passionate, gentle, protective, and considerate, he’s also attentive and genuinely interested in your well being.

He moves closer and places a kiss on your lips.

Throwing your arms around his neck, you release a combination of happy sobs and ramblings about baby names and cravings and taking it easy and eating and raising a child with the blood of man and Elf and reworking the house so it’s ready for a child.

“Oh, boy. That reminds me, Haldir.” You pull back from the embrace to look at him again. He gently wipes away your tears as you speak. “Do you mind moving the mirror back to where it was?”

He tosses his head back and laughs.

“Of course,” he says, refocusing on you with a gentle gleam in his eyes. “You know I will move heaven and earth for you.”