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I adore the your post of “the elves reacting to the different types of kisses”

please can you do an Elrond one I love him so much and love how you write him 🥺🩵

hope you are well and thank you

Thank you so much your words mean a lot and I’m just tired but I’m alright thanks for asking ❤️‍🔥🫶✨ yes! 🙌 Elrond supremacy. enjoy my friend 🛐

As they was a few who requested Elrond too this was the first person not sure who the anonymous ones are but here Elrond one 🙌

The elves reacting to the different types of kisses (forehead, cheek, jaw, wrist elven ear, nose, shoulder, lips...)

Elrond version below

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Forehead kiss

The day had stretched long, and the weight of his responsibilities pressed heavily on Elrond’s noble shoulders. His usually calm expression betrayed the slightest furrow of worry as he stood by the window of his chamber, gazing out at the valley below, lost in thought. The soft rustle of your approach drew his attention briefly, but his eyes lingered on the horizon, his mind still consumed by duty.

You stepped close, silently placing a hand on his arm. The warmth of your touch seemed to bring him back to the present, and his gaze flickered to you. Without a word, you cupped his cheek gently, the pads of your fingers grazing his skin as you guided his face toward you. His eyes searched yours, a mix of quiet admiration and vulnerability, as you leaned in, your lips brushing his forehead with infinite care.

Elrond froze, as though caught off guard by the simplicity of the gesture, but then let out a soft, shuddering breath, his body visibly relaxing. His long lashes fluttered shut, and for a moment, he simply stood there, letting the warmth of your affection sink into him. Slowly, his hands rose to frame your face, his touch reverent and tender. His thumbs grazed your cheekbones, lingering as though he couldn’t bear to let the moment pass too quickly.

He lowered his head, his forehead pressing gently against yours, his breath mingling with your own. His voice, when it came, was soft and unsteady, yet full of depth and sincerity. “You honor me with such simple, yet profound affection, meleth nín,” he murmured, his words almost a whisper. “In moments like this, I am reminded that even amidst the chaos, there is peace.”

A small smile crept across his lips, warm and grateful, and he lingered there with you, the tension in his shoulders slowly melting away. For a time, the world outside faded, and all that mattered was the quiet intimacy of your shared presence.

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Cheek kiss

The late afternoon sunlight spilled into the study, casting a warm glow across the room. The faint scent of parchment and ink lingered in the air as Elrond sat at his desk, his quill moving gracefully across a piece of vellum. His brows knit slightly in concentration, but there was no urgency in his work—just a quiet diligence that was so characteristically his.

You stood nearby, watching him with a soft smile. His hair, dark as the night sky, fell in elegant waves over his shoulders, and the calm focus in his features only made your heart ache with affection. Drawn to him, you moved closer, standing at his side for a moment before leaning down.

Elrond didn’t notice at first, his mind still absorbed in his work, until your lips brushed lightly against his cheek. The contact was fleeting, yet impossibly tender, and it brought him to a sudden pause. The quill in his hand stopped mid-stroke, and you saw the faintest flicker of surprise in his expression.

Slowly, he turned his head to meet your gaze. His eyes, deep and thoughtful, softened as they locked onto yours. A faint blush crept across his fair skin—so subtle that only someone as close as you would notice. He didn’t speak at first, as though searching for the right words, but instead, he reached out, his hand brushing against your cheek with a touch as light as a whisper.

His lips quirked upward in a small, almost teasing smile. “You’ve stolen my focus,” he said softly, though his tone held no reproach. His fingers lingered on your face, tracing an invisible path along your cheekbone, before letting his hand rest there. “But then again,” he continued, his voice low and steady, “my heart has been yours for far longer than my attention.”

He leaned back slightly, his smile still faint but undeniably warm, his eyes lingering on you with quiet devotion. Though he returned to his work, you could see the way his expression had changed—the faint smile remained, and the warmth of your kiss seemed to linger in his demeanor, a silent reminder of the love that surrounded him.

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Jawline kiss

The evening air was soft with the quiet hum of the world around you, but in this moment, the only sounds were the steady rhythm of your breaths and the subtle, electric tension between you and Elrond. You stood close, the space between you charged with the unspoken affection that had always been there, but tonight felt different—more palpable, more intense.

You raised your hand to gently trace the sharp, defined line of his jaw, your fingers lightly brushing against his skin. The touch was barely there, but the effect was immediate. Elrond’s breath caught, a sharp intake that hinted at the tension building within him. His eyes fluttered closed as the softness of your lips followed the path your fingers had traced, pressing a delicate kiss to his jawline.

The simple touch seemed to unravel something inside of him. His hand found the small of your back, pulling you closer, the heat of his palm seeping through the fabric of your clothing. His body was taut, as though every part of him was straining to maintain composure in the wake of such intimate attention.

A low hum rumbled from his chest, a sound that was half in pleasure, half in restraint. Elrond tilted his head slightly toward you, instinctively seeking more of your touch. The movement was subtle, but it was enough to make your pulse quicken as his closeness enveloped you. His lips parted just enough to allow a whispered breath to escape. “Do you know what you do to me, meleth nín?” His voice was deep, husky, coated with desire that he was trying to keep carefully restrained.

You could see it in his eyes—the heat building behind them. It was as if the world around him had faded away, leaving only the two of you in this shared moment of longing. His gray eyes smoldered, fixed on yours with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat.

Slowly, almost reverently, Elrond reached up, brushing a stray lock of your hair behind your ear. His thumb trailed softly along the curve of your cheek, the touch sending a shiver through you. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your temple before pressing against yours in a kiss that was slow, deliberate, and full of yearning. His hand cradled your face, his fingers delicately tracing the line of your jaw as if committing the feeling to memory.

His kiss deepened, slow but purposeful, pulling you even closer, until there was no more space between your bodies. The intensity of his touch, the way his lips moved against yours, spoke of a hunger that was tempered with reverence—a deep desire to connect with you, to claim you in the most tender of ways.

When the kiss finally broke, Elrond rested his forehead against yours, his breath still uneven. He closed his eyes, taking a moment to regain his composure, but the warmth of his gaze never left yours. You could feel the stillness between you, a connection so powerful that neither words nor gestures were needed to express it.

In the silence, you could hear the quiet hum of contentment that passed between you both. It was a shared understanding, an acknowledgment of the depth of feeling that neither of you had to explain. With one last tender touch, Elrond’s hand lingered at the back of your neck, his thumb brushing across your skin, as if marking the moment in time when nothing else mattered but the two of you together.

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Wrist kiss

You found yourself next to Elrond, the two of you standing in the quiet sanctuary of his study, the soft glow of candlelight flickering around you both. The weight of his many responsibilities was ever present, but there was a gentleness in the way he looked at you, as though in your presence, he could find some measure of solace.

As he reached out to move a book on the desk, his sleeve gently shifted, exposing the delicate skin of his wrist. It was a part of him that rarely felt the touch of affection, reserved only for the most intimate moments. With a tenderness that mirrored his own care for you, you reached for his wrist, your lips grazing the soft skin there, pressing a kiss against it.

The effect was immediate. Elrond froze, his entire body stilling as your lips made contact with his wrist. A shiver of warmth ran up his arm, the sensation more intense than he’d expected. His breath caught in his chest for a brief moment, and he slowly lifted his gaze to meet yours. His grayish blue eyes softened, the usual intensity replaced by something infinitely more tender, more open.

His lips parted as if he wished to say something, but for a moment, he simply studied you with admiration, as though trying to convey just how much your love meant to him. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke, his voice quieter than usual, laced with emotion. “Even the smallest of gestures from you are treasured more than you know.”

Elrond took your hand in his, his thumb brushing gently over the spot where your lips had just been. His touch was careful, as though he feared that the simple act of holding you too tightly might cause the moment to slip away. “Every touch, every gesture, you have my heart, meleth nín,” he whispered, a deep sincerity in his tone.

He held your hand for a moment longer, his gaze soft but filled with the unspoken depth of his feelings for you. That wrist, so often overlooked, now felt like the center of the world to him, imbued with the love you gave so freely.

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Lips kiss

The evening was serene, the soft glow of candlelight flickering as you and Elrond shared a quiet moment together. He stood close to you, his gaze tender and full of warmth. Your eyes met, and without a word, you stepped toward him, your breath mingling in the still air. He watched you with soft admiration, as if he had all the time in the world to simply take you in.

You reached up, your hands brushing against his chest before gently cupping his face. With a softness that mirrored your emotions, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. At first, the kiss was slow and tender, a simple meeting of lips that spoke volumes in its gentleness. Elrond sighed into the kiss, savoring the warmth and softness of your touch as if it was something he could never have enough of. His arms wrapped securely around you, pulling you closer as though the very act of holding you might protect you both from the world outside.

But then, as you deepened the kiss, something in Elrond seemed to shift. His control, which was often unwavering, slipped away in that moment, and you felt the intensity of his response as he kissed you with a newfound urgency. His lips moved against yours with a passion that took your breath away, his hands cradling your face with a reverence that made your heart swell.

“There is no joy greater than this, to feel you, to know you are mine,” he whispered between kisses, his voice thick with emotion. His thumbs traced your cheeks with a tenderness that spoke of his unspoken devotion. It was as though he was trying to convey everything he couldn’t say with words—how deeply he loved you, how your presence grounded him in a way nothing else could.

When the kiss finally ended, Elrond rested his forehead against yours, his breath coming a little quicker, his eyes half-lidded with affection and contentment. A quiet hum of happiness escaped him, as if he could find peace in your touch alone. His mind was entirely focused on you, the connection between you two that no burden or responsibility could touch.

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Temple kiss

Elrond’s shoulders were heavy with the weight of leadership, and though he carried it with grace, you could see the exhaustion in his eyes, the subtle tension that lingered at the edges of his calm demeanor. He sat in a chair, a moment of respite amidst his duties, though his mind was clearly still preoccupied. You approached him quietly, your movements gentle and deliberate, sensing that he needed a moment of peace more than anything else.

Kneeling beside him, you placed your hand on his shoulder, your touch soothing. His grayish-blue eyes met yours, and for the first time in what felt like hours, you saw him relax just slightly, the guard around him lowering, even if only for a brief moment. Without a word, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his temple, your lips barely grazing the smooth skin there.

Elrond’s eyes fluttered shut, and a quiet sigh of relief escaped his lips. For a moment, all the burdens of his responsibilities seemed to fade into the background, and he simply allowed himself to be present with you. The kiss, so gentle and full of love, was like a balm to his weary mind. It was the kind of touch he didn’t realize he needed—something tender and uncomplicated that allowed him to forget the weight he carried.

A small, blissful smile tugged at his lips as he let his head fall slightly to the side, seeking more of your touch. His hand, almost instinctively, reached up to brush through your hair, the action soft and intimate, a gesture that spoke volumes about his devotion to you. His touch was like a silent vow, a promise that no matter the burden he carried, you would always be his refuge.

“You are a balm to my weary mind,” he whispered, his voice low and full of gratitude. There was a quiet reverence in the way he spoke, as though you had done something extraordinary simply by offering him this small act of love.

For a few minutes, neither of you spoke. The world outside felt distant, and in the tranquility of that moment, Elrond allowed himself to simply be held, the quiet affection you shared a relief from the constant demands of his life. The gentle kiss on his temple had given him a rare, peaceful respite, a reminder that he was not alone in the weight of the world.

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Neck kiss

The room was bathed in a soft, golden light, a quiet stillness enveloping the two of you. Elrond stood before you, his figure tall and commanding, yet there was a subtle unease in his posture. The weight of countless duties, both past and present, seemed to press against him even in the quiet solace of your presence. The air between you was thick with an unspoken connection, as though the world outside held no importance in this fleeting moment.

With each breath he took, the tension in his shoulders remained, yet the tenderness in his eyes when they met yours was undeniable. Without a word, you took a step closer, your hand slowly reaching for him, your fingertips grazing the soft fabric of his tunic as you placed your hand gently against his chest, just over his heart. The contact was grounding, and for a heartbeat, you both stood there, feeling the rhythm of each other’s presence.

As your lips brushed softly against the delicate curve of his neck, you could feel Elrond’s breath catch in his throat. The sound was barely audible, but it spoke volumes, a mixture of surprise and longing. His chest rose and fell with the slow, measured rhythm of his breathing, but it was uneven now, stirred by the warmth of your touch. His usually composed demeanor seemed to falter for just a moment, the vulnerability in the way he closed his eyes betraying the depth of the feelings your kiss evoked.

Elrond’s fingers slid down your arm with a slow, deliberate motion, as if memorizing the feel of your skin against his. His touch was reverent, like a soft caress, sending ripples of warmth through your body. You could sense that your kiss, so tender and fleeting, had unlocked something within him, a tenderness he rarely allowed himself to show. His fingertips trailed down, brushing against your wrist before his hand moved back up to rest against the small of your back, guiding you closer to him.

A soft sigh, barely a whisper, escaped his lips. It was a sound so quiet, almost imperceptible, but it carried an unmistakable weight—a rare expression of vulnerability from the steadfast Lord of Rivendell. Your lips continued their slow, gentle exploration, and in that moment, everything outside of the two of you seemed to fall away. The world could wait; only this intimate exchange mattered now.

His voice, a low murmur, broke the silence, the words heavy with meaning. “There are few things more cherished than your kiss, meleth nín,” Elrond spoke, his voice barely a whisper, but the sincerity in his words was unmistakable. Each syllable seemed to hang in the air between you, carrying with it the depth of his feelings. His gaze softened even more as his eyes flicked to yours, his hand moving ever so gently to cup the back of your neck, pulling you closer.

The heat of his skin beneath your lips was intoxicating, his pulse steady and strong against your touch, yet there was something more in his quiet response to your kiss. He leaned into your touch, surrendering himself to the comfort you gave him, as though your kiss was a balm to the weary soul he kept hidden beneath layers of responsibility. It was a sacred thing—this moment, this connection.

As you stayed there, the kiss lingering between you both, Elrond’s hand moved, his fingers gently cradling the back of your neck, encouraging you to stay just as you were. The silence between you was thick with emotion, a shared understanding that needed no further words. Everything in that space—his touch, his presence, and the way he held you—spoke louder than anything he could have said aloud. In this moment, you both existed outside the bounds of time and duty, caught in a quiet, intimate exchange of affection that felt both eternal and fleeting.

As the kiss finally slowed, you felt a subtle shift within him—something deep and profound. His breath was slower now, his chest rising and falling in a gentler rhythm. The closeness between you seemed to wrap around you both, leaving you suspended in a moment of unspoken connection. Elrond’s hand remained against the back of your neck, a silent plea for you to stay just a little longer, to hold on to this peace that neither of you could find anywhere else.

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Hand kiss

The two of you sat together in the dim light of the study, the fire crackling softly in the hearth as Elrond absentmindedly traced the edge of a map with his fingers. His mind was no doubt busy with the concerns of Rivendell and the state of Middle-earth, but in this peaceful moment, there was an underlying tranquility that existed only in your shared presence.

You reached out, your fingers brushing over his hand, catching his attention. Elrond turned his gaze toward you, his expression softening instantly, a gentle warmth in his eyes that spoke volumes without a single word. His hand stilled beneath yours as you lifted it gently, bringing it to your lips. You pressed a soft, reverent kiss to the back of his hand, feeling the subtle texture of his skin, the weight of every moment shared between you both.

The air seemed to still as you pulled back, and Elrond’s eyes never left you. A gentle smile touched his lips, a small yet deeply meaningful expression that carried with it all the affection he often held in reserve. He lowered his gaze to your hand, then back up to your face, as though he were searching for the right words.

“You honor me beyond measure,” Elrond spoke quietly, his voice thick with emotion. His eyes softened as he raised your hand to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss to your knuckles in return. “And I am humbled by your love.”

In the simple act of kissing his hand, you felt the deep reverence he held for you, the silent acknowledgment of all that you had shared. It was a gesture of tenderness, but it carried more weight than just the kiss—it was an unspoken promise, an assurance that the love between you was both enduring and sacred. Elrond’s eyes locked with yours once more, a connection formed between the two of you, tender and filled with an affection that transcended words. The moment felt timeless, a small, intimate exchange of love that would stay with you both long after the evening passed.

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Shoulder kiss

The early morning light filtered gently through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow over the bedroom. The quiet stillness of the room was only broken by the steady rhythm of Elrond’s breathing as he lay beside you, his features relaxed in the peace of sleep. The soft warmth of the blankets cocooned you both, but your eyes were wide awake, watching him with the kind of affection that only a quiet morning could inspire.

You couldn’t resist the pull to be close to him, to wake him with the tenderness he always showed you. Gently, you reached out, your fingertips brushing across the smooth expanse of his bare shoulder. His skin was warm and soft beneath your touch, a quiet contrast to the coolness of the early morning air. Slowly, you pressed a kiss to the curve of his shoulder, the soft, tender contact brushing over his skin like a whisper of affection.

The sensation of your lips on his shoulder was enough to stir Elrond from his slumber. His breathing faltered, the warmth of sleep slipping away as he became aware of your presence beside him. At first, there was just a subtle shift, a small intake of breath, but then his body seemed to relax into the touch, as though he had waited for this moment to fully wake. His skin flushed, the unexpected kiss a reminder of the connection between you. The sound of a slow, contented sigh escaped his lips as he turned toward you, his eyes fluttering open just enough to meet yours.

For a moment, he simply gazed at you with sleepy adoration, his tired eyes filled with a quiet love. A soft smile curved his lips, the kind of smile that spoke of deep affection and warmth, something only you could bring to life in him. His arms moved instinctively, reaching out to pull you closer, enveloping you in his embrace as he nuzzled his face against yours, his breath warm against your skin.

“Meleth nín,” he murmured softly, his voice thick with sleep yet full of affection. The sound of your name on his lips felt like the most intimate of blessings, each syllable wrapped in devotion. His hands, though still heavy with the drowsiness of sleep, caressed your face with gentle strokes, his touch tender as though memorizing every contour of you.

You felt him draw you closer, the space between you vanishing as he pressed his lips to yours in a deep, loving kiss. His kiss was slow, savoring, and as it deepened, you could feel the weight of his love, the way he poured all his affection into this simple, intimate moment. His hands framed your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks, his kiss a quiet declaration of everything he could never fully say with words.

When the kiss finally broke, Elrond rested his forehead against yours, his eyes half-lidded with affection. His breath came slower now, more even, the weight of sleep still lingering in his voice. He caressed your face with a tenderness that made your heart flutter, his eyes closing for just a moment as if memorizing the feeling of being close to you, here, in this quiet, sacred moment.

“I cannot imagine a better way to begin the day,” he whispered, his voice still soft and drowsy, but full of warmth and adoration. His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer as though he could keep you in this moment forever, the world outside fading into nothing.

There was no rush, no need for anything more. Just the simple peace of being in each other’s arms, the quiet love that seemed to speak louder than any words. It was a moment suspended in time, where everything outside of you both ceased to exist.

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Nose kiss

The fire in the hearth crackled softly, filling the room with a comforting warmth as Elrond sat beside you, engrossed in one of his many books. He was always absorbed in knowledge, often getting lost in the pages of ancient texts, his mind racing with ideas and thoughts that few could understand.

You sat close, your eyes occasionally flicking to the words, but more often than not, you were simply content to watch him. The way his brow furrowed in concentration, the way his fingers turned the pages so delicately, and the way his voice occasionally hummed as he read aloud all captivated you.

As he read, your heart swelled with affection for him—the calm, steady presence he exuded. The thought of interrupting him with a small act of love was too tempting to resist, so you leaned over just enough to press a soft, playful kiss to the tip of his nose.

The gentle touch pulled him from the pages of the book, and Elrond froze for a brief moment. A quiet chuckle rumbled from his chest as he looked up from the pages, his attention momentarily broken. His lips curved into a smile, his gray eyes softening with warmth and amusement.

“Such a playful love you are,” he said, his voice rich with affection as he closed the book with a soft, satisfied thud. His fingers lingered on the cover as he met your gaze, a smile tugging at his lips. “But I must admit, I enjoy the interruption.” There was a glint of amusement in his eyes, but also a deep sense of contentment as he turned his full attention toward you, the corners of his lips curling upward with genuine happiness.

He leaned in toward you, his lips brushing yours gently at first, his kiss slow and deep with all the quiet affection that had accumulated in the space between you during the evening. As you pulled away, he chuckled softly, the sound rich and warm in the silence of the room.

“I should be reading, but your love makes it hard to focus,” he murmured, his voice laced with a quiet teasing. The spark of joy in his eyes was unmistakable, and you knew that, for Elrond, moments like this—simple, tender, and full of affection—were just as meaningful as his study of ancient texts. In fact, these small interruptions were the moments that he cherished most.

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Elven ear kiss

The cool night air of Rivendell wrapped around you as you stood on the balcony beside Elrond, the vast sky above dotted with a thousand stars, their light reflecting in his eyes. He stood tall, his back straight, the weight of his thoughts evident in his posture, his gaze lost in the distance. For all his grandeur and wisdom, in this moment, he seemed as if he was simply a man—burdened, pensive, and human in his own way.

You couldn’t resist the pull to be close to him, to share in the quiet solitude of this night. You stepped behind him, your soft footsteps muffled by the stone beneath your feet. Slowly, your fingers brushed lightly across his back, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his tunic. He didn’t turn, didn’t speak, but there was a subtle shift in his demeanor, as though your touch had woven itself into his thoughts.

With a gentle breath, you leaned in, your lips softly finding the delicate tip of his pointed ear. The effect on him was immediate. A soft, audible gasp escaped him—caught somewhere between surprise and pleasure. His body tensed, and for the briefest of moments, you felt the weight of his usually composed nature falter. His hands, which had been loosely gripping the railing, tightened, the stone beneath his fingers creaking slightly with the force of his grip. His head tilted instinctively toward you, his ear more exposed to your kiss despite the vulnerability it brought him.

“Meleth…” The word was a breath, a plea that slipped from his lips, shaky with a tenderness he rarely allowed to show. There was something raw in his voice, a vulnerability that only you could evoke, and it stirred something deep within you.

You could feel the heat rising in his skin, the tension leaving him as the kiss lingered, his body relaxing into your presence. Slowly, he turned to face you, his gaze meeting yours in the moonlight. His gray eyes were darker now, filled with a depth of emotion that he rarely allowed others to see. There was longing in the way he looked at you, a silent hunger that spoke of more than just the moment you shared—it spoke of the bond between you, something unspoken, but deeply understood.

Without a word, his hands rose to cup your face, his touch reverent, as though he were tracing the very lines of your soul. He pressed his forehead gently to yours, closing his eyes as if savoring the nearness of you. The breath between you was quiet, shared, intimate.

“You undo me,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, the words barely more than a breath against your skin. His lips brushed against yours softly, the kiss tender at first, full of affection and deep yearning. But as the kiss deepened, so did the longing that had built between you, a powerful wave that threatened to break the calm surface. His lips moved with increasing urgency, yet still with the care and reverence he always showed you. His hands, now framing your face, held you close, pulling you into the moment as if time itself had no bearing on the truth of what you were sharing.

When the kiss finally broke, Elrond stayed close, his breath coming in soft, uneven pants, his forehead still pressed gently against yours. His eyes fluttered open, meeting yours with a quiet intensity that took your breath away. For a moment, neither of you said anything, the words that could explain the moment not quite necessary.

Instead, Elrond’s hands remained on your face, his thumbs caressing your skin with the same tender devotion that had always been his way. “I’ve never known a love like this,” he murmured softly, the words full of awe, full of you. His lips, still warm from your kiss, pressed a final, sweet kiss to your forehead, as if sealing the moment with the softness of a promise that needed no words.

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Back of the neck kiss

The study was quiet, save for the soft scratching of Elrond’s quill against the parchment. The room was filled with the scent of aged paper and ink, the dim light of a nearby candle casting gentle shadows across the scrolls and books that surrounded him. His brow furrowed in concentration as he carefully transcribed ancient texts, his attention fully consumed by the task at hand. His usual grace and composure were evident, though there was a subtle weariness in his posture, a sign of the long hours he spent in service to his people.

You, however, were drawn to him not by the work, but by the man himself. As he remained absorbed in his study, you silently approached him, your footsteps barely a whisper on the stone floor. You stood behind him, watching for a moment, the peaceful rhythm of his writing almost hypnotic. A fond smile tugged at your lips, watching the way his fingers delicately held the quill, the quiet determination in his gaze.

With a soft sigh, you reached forward, your hands brushing gently against his broad shoulders. The moment your touch made contact, his body stiffened ever so slightly, a subtle tension running through him. It was only natural for him to be so engrossed in his work, but you could feel the faint ripple of surprise in him at your unexpected presence. He didn’t speak, though, giving you the silent permission you needed to continue.

Slowly, carefully, you leaned forward, your lips brushing softly against the back of his neck. The effect was instantaneous. His breath caught in his throat, and his quill stilled, hovering above the paper as he let out a quiet breath. His muscles tightened briefly, betraying the control he so often maintained, before he slowly relaxed into your touch. A soft sigh escaped him as he let the moment linger, the kiss a quiet reprieve from the weight of his responsibilities.

After a few moments, Elrond set his quill down with deliberate slowness, the motion as smooth as ever, though there was an undeniable tenderness in the way he placed it on the desk. His hand rose to cover yours where it rested on his shoulder, his fingers warm against your skin as if savoring the simple connection. “I fear you’ve stolen my focus entirely, meleth nín,” he said, his voice low and amused, the usual coolness replaced by a warmth that reached his tone. There was no frustration in his words—only affection, a reflection of his quiet joy in having you close.

You smiled softly, feeling the warmth of his hand on yours, your heart swelling at the love in his voice. Before you could respond, Elrond turned in his chair, his gray eyes soft with fondness as he pulled you gently into his lap. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you close with a sense of protectiveness that was both comforting and intimate. You felt the strength of him around you, his embrace grounding you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

He kissed the soft flesh of your neck, the tender press of his lips sending a shiver through your body. “How can I think of anything but you when you are near?” he murmured, his voice thick with affection, the words as much a statement of truth as a quiet confession.

You could feel the warmth of his lips against your skin as he kissed you again, this time slower, deeper, as if savoring the moment, cherishing the intimacy that only the two of you shared. He pulled back slightly, his gray eyes meeting yours with a tenderness that made your heart ache. “The world can wait, for now,” he whispered, as though everything outside of this moment—this feeling—was secondary.

With a soft smile, he leaned in once more, his lips finding yours in a kiss that was full of love and longing, quiet and unhurried, as though time itself had suspended its passage. Elrond held you close, the work forgotten, his focus entirely on you. In that moment, there was no duty, no responsibility, only the warmth of your embrace and the love that flowed between you both—undisturbed, perfect, and lasting.

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