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*･༓˚✧❝𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 (𝐋𝐨𝐭𝐑)❞‧͙⁺˚༓˚✧ « scenarios »

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

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𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐧

✧ When you get to Rivendell the first thing you do is rush to Frodo’s side - checking he’s ok and thanking the healers.

✧ The second thing you do is take in the beauty of Rivendell, eyes going wide as you see the home of the elves in all its splendour.

✧ He’s walking with you and showing you Rivendell, eyes lighting up almost as much as yours when you see the sights - except the light in his eyes and the smile on his face come from your happiness.

✧ Taking note of what makes your eyes shine brightest, he begins to tour more specifically with your preferences in mind.

✧ As you turn around to express your love of something, he realises he’s too focused on trying to capture every inch of your beauty - especially while being in awe like that - that he misses the question.

✧ Aragorn hopes he isn’t blushing too much when he asks you to repeat the question, this time quickly answering it to the best of his abilities.

✧ The next room captures your attention, and Aragorn instinctively goes back to watching you and laughing with you before he realises what he’s doing.

✧ It’s then he realises the blush on his face isn’t because of embarrassment - but because he likes you.

𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬

✧ Legolas is enjoying his time in Imladris, with one of the greatest things being the company. There is you, of course, and the rest of the Fellowship - but it is also nice to spend some time with fellow elves (who aren’t his subjects).

✧ Or, almost fellow elves, such as the sons of Elrond. He has always been intrigued by them, not just for the heritage, and it’s good to spend time with the two. Eventually, in a conversation with Elrohir, the topic finally comes up.

✧ “What is it like, living with Lúthien’s gift?”

✧ “Gift?” Elrohir looks at the elf, “Most call it a choice. Is there a reason you ask? A… someone you ask for?”

✧ His immediate reaction is to say no, and that he is just curious, but then he thinks harder. Is there someone he would stay on Middle Earth for?

✧ As he thinks, an image of the two of you - bow in your hand and grinning at him, bathed in sunlight - comes into his mind. And his mind subconsciously answers the question. If you would have him, he would answer yes.

✧ The elf stays silent, and Elrohir gives a knowing look, before speaking briefly. Offering some advice, and congratulating Legolas on at least figuring out his feelings.

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐨

✧ Frodo realised he liked you from just about the second he laid eyes on you - you were unlike anyone he had ever known, and that excited and fascinated him.

✧ He expected the crush to go away, eventually, once the novelty wore off and you were known to him as a friend.

✧ Except it never did. With every new smile he saw from you, every word, every laugh falling from your lips - he slowly became more and more enamoured by you.

✧ It was after yet another night that you’d come round for dinner, it was becoming a regular (and welcome) occurrence that he truly realised he didn’t just have a crush.

✧ Frodo was in love with you.

✧ When he’d finally closed the door, watching as you’d walked away, he could still feel the red on his cheeks - and could see the knowing smile Bilbo gave him when he’d turned around.

✧ Patting him on the back, Bilbo had given the young hobbit words of support and encouragement - a twinkle in his eye as he hinted this love may not be unrequited.

𝐒𝐚𝐦

✧ Sam had seen you in and around the Shire a few times before, stopping briefly to look at you before going back to what he was doing.

✧ At first he’d thought it was just him being observant, until Pippin had been over and pointed out that of all the hobbits in the Shire - he’d only stop to look at you.

✧ He was mortified to realise what he'd been doing, and had thrown himself back into his work with much more vigour. Trying to stop himself from being distracted, again.

✧ It works ok, but while in the Green Dragon Pippin assures him that the comments weren't meant in a bad way, and that they were all glad Sam had 'found someone'.

✧ Sam almost isn't sure what they mean, until he thinks back to all the times he's seen you - the times he's blushed. The very small interactions you two have had, that have then lightened his day.

✧ It's thanks to Pippin's teasing he realises he has a crush on you, and then thanks to Frodo when he can finally interact with you.

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲

✧ Merry realised he liked you from the second he laid eyes on you.

✧ And not in a silly, young-hobbits-in-love type of crush - but something that reminded him of the story books he'd read as a child.

✧ The ones that said when you met the one for you, you'd feel sparks like Gandalf's fireworks and you'd just know.

✧ He did just know, taking the first opportunity he could to talk to you; talking to you felt even easier than most, as though you were a lifelong friend and not just a stranger.

✧ Every time you make eye-contact, he searches in your eyes for the spark he so clearly feels in his - and when he makes you laugh for the first time he's delighted to see it appear (however briefly).

✧ Each passing day cemented this feeling even more, but he still believes it was love at first sight (for him at least).

𝐏𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧

✧ When the two of you first met, Pippin thought you were an angel (an opinion he still holds, in some regards). The second he realised you were of Middle Earth, he also realised he was blushing like a fool.

✧ He knows the attraction isn't just superficial from the day he meets you, but he also sees it as a crush at the start.

✧ And then he starts to spend time with you.

✧ You make him laugh, he makes you laugh. He makes you smile, you make him smile just by being there.

✧ It's also at this time when he realises that what he feels for you isn't just a crush.

✧ He likes, no - loves, every part of you. And to call it simply a crush would be an insult to his heart.

𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫

✧ Like a lot of the soldiers of the White City, his spirits are high as he watches from Osgiliath, eagerly awaiting the return of the rangers, if only for a little while.

✧ Most of the men are looking forward to the night of celebrations and drinking, although some are more looking forward to seeing their loved ones come home.

✧ Boromir is looking forward to seeing his little brother come home - but he isn’t just looking forward to seeing his little brother. Faramir isn't the only one he dearly misses.

✧ As Captain, he’s in prime position when the rangers come in; immediately identifying the two of you and going over.

✧ He pulls Faramir into a hug before looking at you with a grin, unsure of what to do before you embrace him as well.

✧ Instantly, he hugs back - just as firm and confident as with Faramir’s hug - but inside he can feel his heart almost beating out of his chest.

✧ The grin is still on his face as he comes out of it, and when you begin to talk his heart calms down, although only a little.

✧ It’s only then when he realises his heart isn’t beating fast around you because you’re nervous, but because he loves you.

𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫

✧ Faramir knew he liked you from the second he laid eyes on you, even if he was slightly too drunk to realise just how deep it went at the time.

✧ He truly didn’t drunkenly hook-up with people, but he did tend to gravitate towards people he liked. People like you, even when you were in the dark corner. Especially when you were in the dark corner.

✧ And of course, he had kissed you back. The only reason he didn’t try to take it further was because he could smell the alcohol on both of you.

✧ When he had woken up the next morning, he regretted that he had not gotten your name (and the slight hangover).

✧ Then when he saw you, lined up as one of Boromir’s potential betrothed, he could feel his heart do two things.

✧ Skip, at the sight of you again. And drop, at the idea you didn’t love him back.

𝐄𝐨𝐰𝐲𝐧

✧ Staring after Aragorn, Éowyn takes a deep breath, trying to remain calm. From chasing him down, and telling him that she knows looking after the children brings honour (without renown). But she should be allowed to seek honour in other places.

✧ And then she feels a hand rest on her shoulder, calming, as she turns around to see you behind her.

✧ You can see her thought process, and tell her that you aren’t here to override your brother’s - or her king’s - orders. But you are here to give her this.

✧ When you press the sword into Éowyn’s hands, finely polished and gleaming perfectly, she can barely think of the words to thank you before she notices your traditional sword is missing.

✧ Instantly, she realises what you’ve given here and tries to give it back - but you keep it firmly in her hands.

✧ “There are many fine weapons in this armoury. Think of it as my gift to you, for now. A promise that I will be coming back to collect it."

✧ "Besides, it brings me comfort that if orcs get into the caves they shall find a warrior there.”

✧ Taking your hand away from the sword you disappear to follow Aragorn, and Éowyn is left holding it. As she watches the two of you leave together, she realises that she may have fallen in love with the wrong sibling (at least at first).

𝐄𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫

✧ When orcs are spotted within Rohan's borders, in two separate places no less, Éomer immediately takes action.

✧ It's bad luck you're on the second group of riders sent out, and worse when you haven't arrived back when Éomer does.

✧ He tries to reassure himself that it's simply bad luck, and nothing dangerous has happened, but by the second day his nerves get the better of him.

✧ With Éowyn he sets out to wait next to the gate you'll ride in from - a traditional practice.

✧ While waiting, he takes the time to look around and sees who else waits for the riders. When women there bat their eyes at him he ignores it until he realises something.

✧ Éomer is one of the only men there, and the only one not blood-related to the rider he is waiting for. Almost everyone else here is a parent, a sibling, or a lover.

✧ So where does that leave him?

✧ He feels blush begin to rise on his face as he realises precisely which one he is. Or, more accurately, which one he wishes to be for you.

𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐝

✧ Begrudgingly, Bard watches you leave for the final patrol of your shift before laughing as he sees Tilda’s pout when she looks at you going as well.

✧ Looking up at him, she huffs even more; declaring that it isn’t fair he’s allowed to smile while you’re here and while you're away.

✧ He responds that you’re good company, but he can be happy without you - and that’s a good thing.

✧ Then Tilda looks up at him with a doubtful expression. Announcing that he looks extra happy, and his face turns a bit red like when Bain had that fever one time. Or when Sigrid looks at the neighbour's kid, except she shouldn’t tease her sister about that because it’s ‘feelings’.

✧ As pleased as Bard is that his children are taking his lessons to heart, he’s less pleased about her observations.

✧ Keeping walking, Bard tries to reassure her that that’s not what’s going on with him and you - but internally he’s truly thinking about it.

✧ About the fact you’re the first person to make him smile like that for the first time in… a while.

✧ The fact he always lets his kids go up to you because then he can talk to you, and the fact he talks to you even if the kids aren’t with him.

✧ It’s then Bard realises that, somehow, his children have worked out he likes you before he has.

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐢𝐥

✧ Thranduil had barely noticed that the biweekly meetings had become less formal, and more about the two of you spending time together.

✧ He hadn’t noticed that most of the time you spent talking was just about the two of you, and no longer about his son.

✧ The thing that made him notice just how special these meetings became was when, while watching you leave, he could feel his smile.

✧ There was a warmth in him that wasn’t just from the wine, or the fireplace, and instead a warmth because he felt comfortable.

✧ Around you, he could be himself. Not much changed, of course, but something about being near you felt freeing, and as though he was understood.

✧ A feeling he had not felt in a long time, but a feeling he nonetheless welcomed - especially when it was you that warmed his heart.

𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥

✧ Both of you had managed to get into the royal guard - you getting into the king’s guard, while she began to work with the prince.

✧ It was while she was taking a break, eating in one of the soldier’s halls, when Alinar (a fellow guard) had come up to her with a grin. “So, you and them, right?”

✧ Trying not to sigh, Tauriel gave a quick answer that no, she was not interested in the prince before Alinar began to laugh. Explaining he hadn’t been teasing about her and Legolas, but her and you.

✧ “Anyone with eyes can see you look at them like they’ve got a fourth elven ring, Tauriel. You’re really not subtle.”

✧ She continues to deny, swatting him away, although this time it’s more on principle. Not because she doesn’t like you.

✧ Because… she does look at you that way. You are magnificent, and wondrous, and she does want to be more than your friend.

✧ As you walk into the hall, you look over to the empty space besides her and immediately come over - and she wonders if she normally blushes this much when you smile at her.

𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐫

✧ Staring at the new poems he’s written, Lindir wonders to himself when his inspiration went from nature and the Valar to… love.

✧ He can still recognise the work as his own, the same metaphors and adoration for his subjects, but he never considered writing romance. Or writing about someone romantically - because he knows that all his works have a muse.

✧ Re-reading the lines over, he tries to imagine the different elves of Imladris fitting into this prose but none of them do.

✧ Deciding to leave it for later, Lindir takes the scrolls and keeps them with him - resolved in going to the library.

✧ On his way there, you cross paths with him - immediately smiling and asking how his day was.

✧ It’s there, looking ethereal against the backdrop of Imladris and roses, that Lindir realises the subject of his new writings.

✧ You are his new muse.

𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐫

✧ Haldir had felt a spark from the first moment you had interacted, your bow drawn - placed in front of your allies and standing as though it would need a thousand warriors to fell you.

✧ These feelings hadn’t even gone away as you let the arrow fly, only afterwards realising he’s not a threat and batting it out of the air.

✧ When you start to apologise he easily stops you, stating that it’s a relief that the Fellowship is travelling with a skilled warrior like yourself.

✧ Watching you go to the Lady Galadriel, he tries to untangle what he’s feeling for you. Is it simply admiration? Or is it something more?

✧ Seeing you alone and clearly wanting to move, he approaches you after the meeting - offering to show you around Lothlórien.

✧ It’s for a somewhat selfish motive, as he wants to try and realise what his feelings are.

✧ And, as his heart seems to lift when you look around and finally seem happy, he understands what his heart wants.

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐧

✧ It’s the day after their birthday, finally in their first century, when Elrohir wakes his brother up by poking him.

✧ Elladan is still sleepy, but he’s aware enough to ask what his twin thinks he’s doing.

✧ “I want to know why you didn’t confess, brother dearest.”

✧ The sing-song voice is annoying, but Elladan still gives the question some thought. Confess? About what? Or confess to someone?

✧ Seeing his brother clearly isn’t going to get it, Elrohir lets out a sigh before directly name-dropping you. He’s instantly rewarded with seeing a heavy blush, before poorly spluttered denial about you simply being a friend.

✧ Looking directly into Elladan’s eyes, he speaks again. “Brother, I have watched the two of you dance around each other for almost a century. Sometimes I think I’m the one suffering because of your love. You could at least acknowledge your feelings to yourself.”

✧ He can still see the blush on Elladan’s face, obvious against his hair. But he can also see acceptance and realisation in his brother's eyes. The realisation that he wants you as something more than a friend.

✧ “Took you long enough.”

𝐄𝐥𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐢𝐫

✧ Elrohir was never sure if he believed in love at first sight. It was never something discussed among the elves, where feelings tended to develop over years of emotional connection. But it also seemed like a real thing to mortals - and not just in the tales of old.

✧ As a son of Elrond, where did that leave him? Would his feelings come after decades with a lover, or from a glance across the forest?

✧ And then you arrived.

✧ Instantly, something skipped in his heart - and he felt almost exactly what he’d always thought true love would feel like.

✧ But it wasn’t quite the blazing fire that some of the tomes described, more like a spark.

✧ Then he met you again, desperately trying to do the best you could to keep your city safe. And then again in Gondor’s war council, fearlessly pledging your allegiance to the new king and winning over others with honeyed words and promises.

✧ It was then when his heart was set on you.

✧ So, not quite love at first sight, it had taken a little more time for him to be completely sure.

✧ Yet he was still completely enamoured by you, at the latest, by at the end of your third meeting.

Hope you enjoyed! So sorry this is late, I had it completed and then forgot to post it - was just sitting in my drafts. Soo... yeah, I am very sorry about that. Thank you again for your support! Requests here.

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sotwk · 4 months

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Haldir, Marchwarden of Lothlorien (Canon in the SotWK AU)

Feren, Captain of the Mirkwood Kingsguard (Canon in the SotWK AU)

Lindir of Rivendell (Canon in the SotWK AU)

Celebrian, Lady of Imladris (Her friendship with Elvenqueen Maereth)

The Fate of Celebrian (The tragedy of her abduction and decision to sail West)

Olondir, the Thranduilions' cousin (SotWK OC and Master Craftsman of Eryn Galen)

Silm Ancestors: Velcálë and Elemírë (SotWK OCs, Wives of Maglor and Glorfindel)

OTHER USEFUL LINKS:

Introduction to SotWK

Main Headcanon Masterlist

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imclimbingthestairsoforthanc · 4 months

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House of Finarfin

By the Sea - Finrod x Reader: Pt. 1; Pt. 2

Sons of Fëanor

Dance - Caranthir x Reader Love and Loss - Maedhros x Reader Tradition - Caranthir x Reader: Pt. 1; Pt. 2

Lords of Gondolin

Loser - Maeglin x Reader

Lords of Imladris

Starvation - Glorfindel x Touch Starved!Reader High Tide - Erestor x Reader: Prologue; Pt. 1; Pt. 2

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doodle-pops · 1 year

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Glorfindel With A S/O Who Dances

Request: Headcanons for Glorfindel they catch their SO dancing alone in a secluded garden, lost in thought or maybe imagining he is dancing with them. It's vague but it's something I do all the time and I'm curious as to what our golden puppy would do. - @the-phantom-of-arda

A/N: I wrote him having a S/O who dances since it gives more content.

ʚɞ Dancing among the elves is not an uncommon activity for most if not all of them to engage in. For them, it is a festive activity which indicates their happiness and liveliness. Once music was involved, dancing would soon follow.

ʚɞ He would have seen you dancing with other elves during festivals or balls, smiling and showing off your glee. To him, it never irritated or annoyed him when he observed you interacting with others during festive events. His goal was to see you happy.

ʚɞ During those balls, he wouldn’t hesitate to tap on your shoulder, indicating he would like to step in and take the lead between you both. His dancing is fluid as he leads the way, ensuring that you always appeared as graceful as a flower, twirling about the room in your flowy clothes.

ʚɞ His goal, whenever you are dancing with him, is to never outshine you. Take the lead and guide you across the floor, show you off like the star you were.

ʚɞ There are times he prefers to step back, not intervening, and observe the beauty that you were when twiddling and fluttering about the room.

ʚɞ Even as simple as watching you dance about your room when arranging your flowers and such, he’ll sit back and observe with a huge grin that told anyone ‘He’s in love’. You’re mind far and you’re humming a tune, dancing and skipping across the wooden floorboards and Glorfindel is at peace.

ʚɞ It doesn’t matter whether he’s stumbled across you or not, he doesn’t engage unless you request it of him. Other than that, he stands aside and observes with hearts in his eyes.

ʚɞ Whether music is within distance or not, you become the musician and bring your tune to your dancefloor and lead the way. Reaching out to grasp his hand and tug him into your embrace, moving him to the sway of your body.

ʚɞ You can’t help but get overly excited when he participates in all your fiasco when you’re attempting to pull more daring dance moves. Asking him to lift you into the air as you run into his arms or having him drop gives you a little throw to catch and bring you into a dip.

ʚɞ They might appear as though they give him a fright, but to Glorfindel, he adores each little interactive moment spent.

ʚɞ From dancing at balls and festivals to dancing in the woods during your picnics. He carries a small harp (which he learned how to play for the sake of privacy during such times) and he’ll strum a few tunes he learned were your favourite.

ʚɞ On late evenings when he’s finished his reports and making rounds around Imladris, ensuring its safety, a glass of wine, the hearth crackling away and the both of you are swaying under what little moonlight is granted.

ʚɞ Sometimes he likes to have you stand on his feet, for no particular reason at all, mostly for the fun of it. He doesn’t even bother when you step on his feet accidentally, all he does he smile and shake his head, making a mental comment about your two left feet.

ʚɞ While it isn’t a frequent activity that takes place every night, you can guarantee that every week you both have a few hours cut out for you both to dance in the comforts of your room.

ʚɞ It’s a part of the quiet slice of life he waited so long to have. Glorfindel would not give it up for the world no matter how many times you’ve stepped on his feet or your two left feet.

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mimilind · 2 years

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Sent to Middle-earth - Part 3

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Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Rating: T

Chapter Word Count: 2500

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3. To Rivendell

On your way to the throne room, you noticed Legolas' back straighten. Like he was bracing himself for meeting his father.

This time when entering the elegant hall, you felt less scruffy. You had bathed, and the tunic you borrowed from Legolas was still clean. And your hair probably looked nice with the braids he had made on you.

“My lord, the prisoner has escaped,” said Legolas stiffly.

Two red spots appeared on Thranduil’s pale cheeks. “Escaped?”

“Aye. I am sorry.” Legolas told him about the orcs’ surprise attack and his suspicion it had all been planned.

Thranduil’s face looked like it was carved in ice. “How come the orcs surprised you?” His voice was controlled, like he fought hard not to yell.

“I was not paying attention to the surroundings,” Legolas admitted. “I did not believe such a small creature could cause any trouble.”

You wanted to tell him not to be so honest. Why not smoothing it over? That’s what you would have done.

“I see.” The frost in his voice made you shiver. “And what do you suggest I tell Gandalf? He trusted the prisoner in our care. How humiliating.”

“I am sorry,” Legolas repeated. “My guards are tracking Sméagol. With luck, they will catch him.”

Thranduil sighed, and some of the tension left his rigid form. “Well then. Since you put me in this situation, if the prisoner is not caught, you tell the wizard. Elrond should know where to find him. You will bring the news to Imladris yourself.”

Legolas bowed. “Aye, my lord.” He met your gaze. This was just what you had said.

“Why is the human here?” Thranduil looked at you like you were something the cat had dragged in.

“I do have a name,” you said, affronted by his manners – or rather, lack thereof.

“Come.” Legolas was already halfway out of the door, obviously not wanting to stay longer than necessary.

When you had left the Elvenking’s hall, Legolas followed you to your room. He seemed a bit subdued after the row with his father.

“Why did you make it sound like it was your fault?” you asked.

“Because it was. I was in charge of my company, but instead of staying alert we shared a meal. Had I not been… busy, I might have heard the orcs sooner and prevented it.”

You felt your cheeks heat. He had been busy making braids on you. Still, he was too harsh on himself.

“Even if you had heard them sooner, you would still have to fight the orcs, and Sméagol would have escaped. It was an accident.”

He smiled weakly. “Maybe. Either way, what is done, is done. No need to dwell on it.” He politely opened your door for you. “Now, get some rest, and hopefully your hip will feel better tomorrow.”

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As predicted, the guards did not catch Gollum, and it was decided Legolas should carry the news of his escape to Imladris. By now, your hip had healed so well you could walk with only a cane for support, and Thranduil ordered his son to make a stop on the way and return you to the elf family where you lived. It was clear the Elvenking did not want a human in his halls longer than necessary.

You did not complain – quite the contrary. You wanted to go, but all the way to Elrond’s realm of course. You just had to persuade Legolas it was a good idea to bring you there.

Legolas had been busy searching for the prisoner, so you had not seen much of him since Sméagol’s escape. Therefore, when it was finally time to leave and he came to pick you up, you were both excited and a bit nervous.

You had not gone far when a tall elf met you in the corridor. To your surprise it was Thranduil himself, coming to see his son off. You hoped they would not part as enemies, considering it would be a long while until they met again.

The Elvenking was elegantly garbed as usual, but he was not wearing his crown, and there were no courtiers following him.

“May you have a safe journey,” he said.

“Thank you.” Legolas bowed politely.

You wanted to yell at them to not be so stiff and formal and hug each other already. You were sure they needed it.

“Do not linger too long. Deliver the message and return here as fast as you can.”

Legolas' eyes briefly flickered in your direction. “I shall try,” he said noncommittally. Did he remember you said he would join the Fellowship, and realize he might be gone for a long time?

“If you meet the wizard, do not let him talk you into another stupid scheme. I shudder to think of what he and Elrond can come up with together. Next, they will probably send us an orc to guard – or worse, a dwarf.” Thranduil paused, and his expression became softer than you had ever seen it before. “And… be careful. I only have one son, you know.”

“I will.” Legolas pressed his arm briefly. “Farewell, Father.” The look on his face made your chest feel too tight.

“Farewell, Legolas.” The Elvenking’s elegant coat billowed as he turned away, but not fast enough to hide the mist in his eyes. And then he was gone.

♡ ♡ ♡

To your pleasant surprise, it was more than easy to persuade Legolas to bring you along with him – it was even he who suggested it.

“So far, your history books were true: Sméagol escaped, and now I am sent to Imladris. I need to know the rest of what will happen, and I am sure Elrond will want to hear it as well.”

The ride took a couple of weeks, and you used the time to tell Legolas the whole story while his accompanying guards stayed out of hearing range.

When you had finished, you discussed at length who else to tell. Should you, for example, tell Boromir? It might save his life if you did. And should you tell the other members of the future Fellowship, to spare them the grief of Gandalf’s apparent demise? But what if they then did things differently, and it ruined the quest?

In the end, you decided it was best to first tell Elrond, who was very wise, and let him decide.

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Imladris, or Rivendell, as men called it, was the most beautiful place you had ever seen. Everywhere you looked were lovely gardens, flowerbeds and sparkling fountains, and the air was full of birdsong. The houses were painted in light colors, with decorative wood carvings and many balconies on ornate pillars.

Shortly after your arrival, Lord Elrond received you in his study. Just as Legolas, his movie persona was only a weak shadow of his real self. Like all elves he was very handsome, and looked neither young nor old – but there was a depth in his eyes, speaking of fathomless years and much wisdom. In addition, he seemed exceptionally kind. You instantly liked him.

After hearing your tale, Elrond was silent for a long time before speaking. As the minutes ticked by, you nervously fingered a loose thread on Legolas' tunic which you still wore. What would his decision be?

“You did the right thing to come to me with this,” he said at last. “I have pondered at length over how to proceed, and come to the conclusion it must remain a secret. As much as I regret that this means some will die, it is a war after all, and losses are expected. I cannot risk changing anything and perhaps ruin our victory. It’s a good thing only Legolas knows, who seems to have a lesser role in the coming events – if he keeps his mouth shut, the quest will proceed the way it is meant to.”

“What happens to me?”

“You stay here, of course.”

“But I–”

“You are no warrior. You will stay.” His gaze was steady and his voice firm, and you knew a lost cause when you saw one. You sighed.

His ancient eyes filled with sympathy. “Do not feel disheartened. At least you already know your friend will survive, and you shall be reunited soon.” The way he emphasized the word ‘friend’ made it clear his perceptive eyes had picked up on your feelings.

After your meeting, you went to look for Legolas, and not surprisingly found him wandering in the beautiful gardens.

You told him what Elrond had said, and added rather glumly: “I wish I could go with you.”

“It’s a dangerous quest,” he objected.

“I already know what dangers there will be. I can stay out of trouble.”

He only smiled, and changed the subject. “It’s so beautiful here!” He swept out with his hand towards some maples, covered in multicolored autumn shrouds.

You looked at him. “Mm. Very beautiful.” You were not referring to the trees.

He glanced at you, his cheeks coloring slightly. You knew your feelings were probably written all over you, but did not care if you were obvious. He would leave soon, and you would be alone here, and he might as well know the truth before he went.

You angrily kicked away an innocent stone from your path.

“Ai! Chin up. I know what will cheer you up,” he said, taking your hand. You enjoyed his touch, but your spirits were still down and you followed him with rather heavy feet.

He led you to what appeared to be a larder. “I shall sneak in and grab something tasty, and then we have a nice picnic.”

When he had left, you rested your back against the wooden wall, arms crossed over your chest. You were not going to be bribed into happiness so easily. Food. Pah!

Almost smugly, you noticed some dark clouds above the yellow and red treetops; bad weather coming in. There goes his stupid picnic!

Legolas returned with a basket and a flagon of wine.

“It’s going to rain,” you said sourly.

“Then we have an indoor picnic.” He took your hand again. “Come!”

Legolas brought you to the apartment Elrond had assigned him; a spacious suite with a living room, bedroom and even an indoor bathroom. Your own quarters were much simpler, but then, you were not a prince.

He took a floral blanket from his bed and spread it on the floor, and placed the basket in the middle. “There. Let’s pretend this is a beautiful lawn full of daisies!”

His winsome smile melted away the last of your resistance, and you sat cross legged opposite to him, accepting a cup of wine and a full plate.

“Sorry if I seem ungrateful,” you said, nibbling a piece of dried fruit.

“I understand. Truly, I wish it were different.” His gaze met yours. “I shall miss you.”

“It’s worse for the one left behind.”

“I imagine it is.”

You ate and drank in silence for a while. The sound of rain on the window mingled with sweet music in the distance; perhaps coming from the Hall of Fire in the adjacent building.

The room was growing dark, and Legolas lit a wax candle. In its flickering light he was almost ethereally handsome; his eyes dark and deep as the ocean, and his blonde strands glowing like molten gold.

He sidled closer to you, and you mimicked his maneuver, and soon there was no distance left.

Tentatively you took his hand, and traced the lines inside his palm with your finger. He shivered, and your eyes met. Catching your hand, he kissed it, his gaze still locked in yours. The air around you felt thick and charged with power.

You could not have said who started it, but suddenly your faces were very close and your lips met. It only lasted a moment before both retracted a bit, making sure the other was willing to continue. Clearly you were.

This time he cupped your cheek, stroking it while kissing you deeper than before, and you felt his tongue tentatively touch your lower lip. You opened your mouth and allowed him in, while burying your fingers in his soft hair.

He touched your ear again, and his lips left your mouth to kiss it lightly. Then he trailed a series of pecks down your neck.

“I thought…” you began, but broke off when he reached your collarbone. It felt so good, and you drew in a breath.

“Thought what?” His voice was husky.

“I thought you could not do this. That it means… Means…”

He stilled his motions, his lips still on your neck. “Actually… it does, and I shouldn’t.”

You wished you had not said anything, but to your relief you felt him kiss your collarbone again, and his hand slid around to stroke your back.

Pulling up his tunic, you explored his smooth skin underneath, and felt him do the same on you. Your heart was beating fast, and by now both of you were becoming a bit breathless.

You got a crazy idea, and your mouth decided to speak it out loudly: “If we were married Elrond might let me join the quest.”

He was nipping your earlobe and his voice tickled your ear as he replied: “I think not.”

“Then I could sneak out and follow you. He can’t lock me in, can he?” You undid the top button of his tunic, and the next one.

Cupping your cheek, he held you out so he could look you in the eye. “Are you serious?”

“Of course! I don't want to be left behind.”

“I meant… about marriage.”

“Oh.” Were you serious? What you were doing right now was basically the equivalent of starting the walk down the aisle. If you went all the way with Legolas, then according to elvish customs he would be your husband. Forever. Did you want that?

Yes. Yes of course! You wanted Legolas, body and soul. You wanted to be married to him.

“I’m serious,” you said earnestly, taking his hand and pressing it.

You could not quite interpret his expression as he met your gaze, but then the corner of his lip turned up. “My father will kill me.” He bent forward and kissed you lightly. “First I leave on a lengthy and dangerous mission – quite opposite to his instructions – and then I return with a human spouse.”

“So you say yes, then?” You heard your voice tremble.

“I do.” He scooped you up in his arms, and carried you into the bedroom. “I do,” he repeated, placing you on the bed and sealing his words with a deep, eager kiss.

Filled with a joy so strong you thought you might burst, you hungrily kissed him back.

And thus you were wed like elves sometimes are, without betrothal ceremonies or rings – just the two of you, and the union of your bodies.

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Aragorn and Arwen's Relationship

"Art" of the House of Finwë

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Hi! I think your requests are open but if they're not feel free to delete this <3 I was wondering if you'd maybe write something for Elrond x Glorfindel's daughter (or gn child, whichever u prefer)? As in a kid he had before he died. I honestly think it would be kinda funny if your dad got resurrected and then swore himself to your partner out of obligation to his deceased ancestors without realizing he was dating his kid lmao 😭 could probably also be an angsty plot if that's what u were in the mood for ngl. Again if not no pressure, love you and all your future works regardless!

Yesssss, yessssss,yesssss, I love Glorfindel and Elrond so much omlllllll

And the potential awkwardness???? yesssssssssssssssssss

Warnings (in order of appearance): mentions of children, mentions of death, slight gore, seeing a dead body, death, grief, fainting, pet names, nicknames, reader referred to as 'lady', age gap (everyone’s an elf though so perspective?)

I reference events in ROP but am sticking with Tolkien canon

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For all the troubles of middle-earth, Imladris is truly a safe haven even though it is so young in the eyes of the realm. The hidden valley is dotted with small cottages nestled amongst the still young waterfalls freshly sprung from the earth. Greenery thrives like flowing blood both dividing and connecting the small dwelling places that have been erected to shelter both scholars and warriors alike. And a few weary travelers as per your love's, Elrond's, wish.

"Once this present darkness which scorns our land has been swept away once more, I wish for our home to be a home to all, meleth nin." He had whispered in your ear one night not long after you'd first arrived in the land now given to him to lord over by the High-King. "A home for not just our kin or our future children," you'd laughed at that - not because it was amusing but because the thought brought a joy so profound you did not know of another way to express it, "the thought amuses you?" You could hear the teasing grin in his voice as he squeezed you closer, nose tucked into the joining place of your jaw and neck.

"No, no, heru nin-" you'd laughed a little more, now at the ticklish feeling of his breath on your neck, "I laugh because I am happy." You hummed, a hand cradling his head - fingers tapping at the silver circlet that now permanently adorned his brow. "I also hope that this place can be home for our children when they arrive." You leaned back into him, delighting in Elrond's ever present warmth.

Elrond squeezed your waist tighter and lifted his face from your neck only to rest his chin on your shoulder so that he could stare out over the valley too. "I wish Durin could have seen this." He whispered, voice so soft it might have been a passing breeze.

You held him a bit tighter, "So do I."

I wish atar could have seen this too...

The two of you fell into solemn silence, feeling the weight of your friend's passing for the first time again in a while.

"Forgive me, my lord and lady," the voice of Elrond's young assistant pulled you two from your grief. Elrond turned to him, you following as well, to face Lindir who looked distinctly uncomfortable from having to pull you apart, "but Lord Elrond, your presence has been requested."

"Oh?" He asked, taking your arm in his in preparation to follow Lindir. "By who?"

"He did not say his name," Lindir mumbled, bowing his head in embarrassment, "and he was very adamant that he speak with you - he said he was carrying a message from Lindon."

"I see," Elrond hummed, his face thoughtful as his voice carried an underlying weariness that made you hold to his arm a little tighter. He turned to you, "Meleth nin, do you wish to accompany me?"

You thought for a moment before looking to Lindir again, "Did this mystery guest specify Elrond?"

Lindir nodded, short brown hair bouncing slightly.

"Then," you began, looking back at Elrond, "I believe I will leave it to you, darling." Slipping onto your tiptoes, you pressed a kiss to the young elf-lord's cheek - and didn't miss the way Lindir blushed at having witnessed the small display of affection. "Besides, I fancy a walk through the gardens."

Elrond nodded and let you slip from his arm as he turned to follow Lindir.

You watched them go, heads bowed together as Lindir presumably filled Elrond in on what the visitor had said, until they disappeared around a bend and you were left on your own with only the wind to accompany you. But, true to your word, you did not linger long and set out to indeed wander around the gardens.

Elrond had taken great care in choosing what plants were to be placed in the garden and where. Every plant served a purpose - some were edible, some medicinal, and others were there simply to make the garden more beautiful.

But he'd been careful to place any golden flowers farther away where you did not tend to go. Elrond was especially careful with the golden celandines - the flowers of your father's house. They'd been a gift to you from the High-King, meant to bring you good fortune as you and Elrond journeyed to Imladris, to the new hidden valley.

But the very sight of them brought visions of your father's cairn, of his battered body laid before you and your throat ached with age old screams of a newly orphaned child.

Elrond had hastened to take them from your sight and all but forbade anyone from displaying the celandines openly. A part of you pained to despise such an innocent thing as a flower. Your atar certainly would have been displeased.

Atar...

You wished Glorfindel could have met Elrond.

You'd once told Elrond of your father's sacrifice and how it had inadvertently led to the two of you falling in love. As it was your father's sacrifice in Gondolin that spared the life of Elrond's grandparents and, at the time, child father. Because, had it not been for Idril pulling you away from the cliff Glorfindel had fallen over, you would not have formed a friendship with Earendil and would not have had the courage to approach Elrond centuries later at a ball held in Gil Galad's honor.

And still, had it not been for the same sense of history shared between you and the young herald, you humored yourself to think you might have found yourself in the arms of the High King, as you had been quite taken with him.

But Elrond had been quite persistent in gaining your favor - you would later joke it was his Edain blood that made him bold enough to kiss you in front of the king's court. And thus, your hand had joined his with your marriage on the horizon.

Gods, when you thought back on it - your father would have been so amused by the whole thing. "Oh how the tides of fate do twist and turn, my little blossom." You could hear his clear, boisterous voice ring in your mind. "The Valar's sense of humor is hard to grasp. Why, Ecthelion could tell you stories-"

What you would give just to hear your father's laugh again.

You weren't aware you'd wandered all the way to the end of the garden until you found yourself staring down at the golden celandines. Normally, their bright visage felt like a mockery. But today, for whatever reason, they felt like a gentle hand placed on your soul. Comforting.

"My Lady!" A voice called from behind you and you turned just in time to see Lindir sprinting towards you.

"My gods, Lindir, what is the matter?" You asked reaching a hand out to steady the young ellon as he came to a screeching stop before you.

"Elrond has asked for your presence, immediately." He huffed, a little winded from presumably rushing to find you.

"Is he alright? Did something happen?" You asked, voice rising with your growing panic.

"He's fine, my lady," Lindir heaved one last sigh before rising to his full height, "but he wants you to meet the guest. He told me it was important."

“How so?” You asked, offering the young Ellon your arm so he could keep up with your hurried steps.

“He claims to be a Lord of Gondolin, a member of the house of the Golden Flower but Lord Elrond would not tell me his name.” Lindir mumbled.

The house of the golden flower? But that was your house and to your knowledge you were the only surviving member. All others had fallen during the siege of Gondolin. "My kin? How?"

"I am unsure, my lady. He told a strange story of coming from Valinor with a message for the High-King only for Gil Galad to send him here."

"Truly?" You hummed, less genuinely curious and more ponderous as you mulled over the possibilities. Atar never spoke of kin in the undying lands, you'd been under the impression that all had followed Turgon to Middle Earth. And how would they know of your family name?

The two of you walked in relative silence, your pace quick as Lindir led you back to where Elrond and this mysterious guest were waiting. The entire time, your mind was spinning, trying to come up with just who could warrant such urgency. Who could know of the fallen house of the Golden Flower?

Lindir brought you to a secluded pagoda slightly off the main path that snaked through Imladris. Ivy trains hung all around it, obscuring the two figures beneath it's steeple roof. But through the foliage you could make out the silhouette of Elrond and the shape of the visitor kneeling before him, head bowed in show of respect.

With a bow of his head, Lindir swept aside some vines allowing you to duck through the gap and enter into the hidden pagoda. Elrond's eyes met yours immediately, an emotion you couldn't identify lurking in their honeyed depths. But he smiled at least. And glanced to the person at his feet.

You followed his eyes and let your own rest upon the visage of your visitor. Through waves of flowing golden hair you could see pointed ears - so they were an elf. You quickly raked your eyes over their form, gathering in the details of their armor and sword (decidedly not the style of Lindon) . And you felt your breath hitch in recognition. That was the style of Gondolin. You hadn't seen armor such as this for ages.

The sound of your gasp brought the stranger's attention to you and they turned shining spring green eyes on you. Eyes you also hadn't seen for ages.

"Ah, you must be the lady of the valley." He spoke in a voice that shook you to your core, bringing memories of days spent chasing after pealing laughter and nights curled close as you were regaled with tales of great battles. The ghost rose to his feet and extended his hand to you. "I am Glorfindel, former lord of Gondolin."

"H-how?" You stuttered, feeling suddenly clammy and unsettled. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Elrond stride to you. "How are you here?" Warm arms surrounded you and you found yourself clinging to them as the world started to swim. Your voice sounded like cotton in your own ears. "I-you-you can't be real, I watched you fall-I-Balrog-"

"Starlight, hush, breathe," Elrond's voice was soft but his grip about your waist was strong, holding you upright. “Lindir!” He called over your head, if the young elf replied, you didn’t hear it. “Fetch some water and something easy to eat, please!” There was a pause before Elrond gently moved you, guiding you to a small seat nearby. "Easy, meleth, I'm here." He whispered as he helped you sit down. "You're alright."

"I apologize, heri nin, I..." Glorfindel began, approaching slowly with his hand outstretched as if you were a frightened horse he was trying to calm. "The High-King only informed me that descendants of the refugees from Gondolin survived, he did not warn me that any who witnessed my fall were here in Imladris." The tall, blonde elf lowered to his knees before you. "If I had known, I would have sent more warning. I can only imagine how shocking it must be to see a living ghost." A small chuckle slipped from him, tearing at long scarred over hurts in your heart and you felt tears prick your eyes.

The last time you'd seen his body, he'd been wrapped in a funerary shroud and laid to rest in his cairn. You'd planted the first celandine atop it.

The last time you'd seen his face, he'd been burned to the bone, blood coated his armor and what remained of his face, and his scalp - his characteristic golden hair - had been torn away from his skull.

The only way you'd been able to identify your atar's remains was the mark of the golden flower on his armor. You'd clung to his body, sobbed and screamed for your only kin to wake up, to come back to you. Idril and Tuor had pulled you away while Thorondor obscured the elf lord's charred remains from your sight.

For years you couldn't bear to look at paintings of him, knowing that all you would see was death staring back at you.

And now, death knelt before you looking far fairer than was justified.

"How...are...you here?" You asked, all too aware of how you trembled in Elrond's arms.

"The Valar sent me back to aid my kin in Eriador." Glorfindel answered solemnly, looking up to Elrond for a moment. "War is coming once again."

The three of you were silent.

Lindir slipped into the pagoda and set a small tray with food and water to the side before promptly exiting.

"How long do we have?" Elrond asked, finally breaking the tension.

"I am unsure. The Valar warned that Sauron's attack was imminent - he is gathering his strength and forces as we speak." He rose to his feet. "Which is why I have been sent back - to aid the Eldar however I can. I pledge myself to you, Herald Elrond, Lord of Imladris, to the bitter end. My sword is yours to command." Glorfindel bowed his head.

"Thank you, my lord." Elrond spoke softly, a hand rubbing at your shoulder. "I know I will call upon you when the time comes."

Silence fell once again like a heavy blanket over the pagoda. Glorfindel glanced at you. "I will excuse myself, if that's alright. I can tell my presence is upsetting, heri nin."

You stopped him. "Do you recognize me?"

The lord's attention snapped to you and his head tilted in question. "Do you recognize me?" You pressed a little harder, aware that your voice had become more urgent. Elrond settled his hand on your shoulder to keep you seated.

Glorfindel faltered, taken aback. You could see the word 'no' forming on his lips but he paused before he could give his denial voice. His head tilted to the other side and his eyebrows furrowed.

"Atar, please?" You wanted to sob, the sounds of a long ago attack echoed in your ears as your voice broke on the word you never wanted to utter again.

The blonde elf's eyes went wide and you swear you saw a spark of anger in their green depths but it was swiftly replaced with disbelief. You held your breath.

"Winimo?" He whispered so quietly you thought you imagined it. "Nitya alma nin?"

You were nodding so hard you could feel your circlet threatening to fly off your head. In a second you were off the low stool you'd settled on and crashing into the armored chest of your father, tears falling down your cheeks.

His arms wrapped around you, squeezing you so hard you thought your ribs might break. "My precious, little bird!"

"I-" you started to laugh, choking on sobs as you did, "I am not so little anymore, atar." Like a child, you found yourself burying into him and clinging to his armored form as if he might vanish. Again.

"No, no you are not." He sighed and pushed you back so he could look in your eyes. Tear tracks marred his own skin. "Look at you..." He sighed, blinking rapidly to clear his sight as he brought his hands up to hold your face. "You turned out gorgeous. Just like me." He barked in a laugh and you found yourself mimicking it. "I," his smile slipped, "I didn't know if any of my house were still alive. I feared that I would be sent back only to have outlived my own flesh and blood."

"Our house has perished." You said forlornly. "I am the only one left from the House of the Golden Flower."

"Ah," Glorfindel shook his head, "you were the only one. I am here now, little one." He reached up a hand to smooth over your hair, his fingers momentarily catching on the circlet above your brow. "We have much to catch up on."

"Indeed," you laughed drily, not entirely thrilled at the prospect of relaying the past centuries to your father.

"My lord," Elrond's voice was soft, gentle, as if he loathed the idea of cutting in to your reunion with your father, "do you wish to stay in Imladris for the foreseeable future?" He asked, tilting his head to the side as he approached the two of you. You stepped away from Glorfindel and towards your intended.

"I would be honored if you would allow me the privilege to stay in this valley and reconnect with my daughter." The golden haired elf was positively beaming at the younger elf-lord.

"Of course," Elrond bowed his head, "I will have Lindir prepare a room for you."

Lindir, who had apparently stuck around just out of your field of view, stepped forward long enough to nod to Elrond before scampering off to do so.

"Now, nitya alma," Glorfindel smiled at Lindir's retreating figure for a moment before turning to you, "tell me everything." He beamed.

"Everything?" You gawked. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," Glorfindel settled onto the small bench across from where you and Elrond stood, "tell me everything that's happened since last I saw you. How did you come to know the High-King, why are you in Imladris?" He started to ramble and you were suddenly reminded of the long tangents him and Ecthelion would go on when they gathered. "Any betrothals I should know about?" He raised an eyebrow, his face dropping into a faux stern expression that you saw right through.

"Well, actually..." you hummed, settling down on an opposing bench with enough room for Elrond to sit beside you. "Yes, I, well, we-" you gestured to Elrond as the brunette sat down, one arm wrapping around you, "we are actually betrothed."

His green eyes went wide. "What?"

"I have asked for your daughter's hand, Lord Glorfindel." Elrond explained as he brought his other hand over to hold yours in a gentle grip. "And she has agreed to marry me come next spring."

Glorfindel turned his attention to you and you felt yourself shrink into Elrond's side a little at the intensity in his gaze. "Is that so?"

You nodded. "Yes, atar, we have not set our day yet. But we have also just started planning." Suddenly, the weight of your betrothal began to settle on your shoulders. While Elrond had been entirely proper in courting you, you found yourself feeling embarrassed to confess to your father that your heart had been so fully ensnared by the charming half-elf beside you.

"I see," He hummed, voice and face unreadable.

A beat passed. You could feel yourself growing restless and had to resist the urge to snuggle deeper into Elrond's hold.

"I do hope you will forgive me, my lord." Elrond finally spoke, easily ending the pregnant pause with his calming voice, "Had I known you were returning to Middle-Earth, I would have waited to ask for your blessing."

Glrofindel's eyebrow twitched. "I should hope that an elf-lord would know how to properly court." He snipped, tone still hard to discern.

"Atar, please." You huffed. "Elrond has cared for me in ways I could never ask of anyone. He is not just my love, but my friend and closest companion." At this, you did lean into him. "He is the kindest elf I have ever met and he has always offered me his loyalty and time."

Glorfindel stared hard at the two of you, eyes narrowed as they flitted between you and your lover. "Nitya alma," he eventually sighed, lowering his head, "I am happy for you." He smiled but his eyes seemed sad. "I just wish I hadn't missed so much of your life."

"You did not intend to, atar. I hold nothing against you." You smiled back and reached out a hand for him to take in a loose hold.

"Thank you," he bowed his head, "May I see your marriage clasp?" He asked after a moment.

With a nod, you pulled back from him and turned your back to Elrond who carefully reached up to free the pendant from the end of your braid. His hands were skillful and delicate as he freed the strands from the confines of the glittering white-gold clasp.

He let the small braid that signaled your engagement fall back against your head before reaching out to Glorfindel.

Your father took the delicately crafted pendant in hand and held it as if it was the most precious thing in all the world. Which to you, it was. And it warmed your heart to see your father respect that.

Glorfindel turned the clasp over in his palm several times, his eyes never straying from the glittering jewels embedded within it. What he was thinking, you couldn't tell - his face was impassive.

Elrond held you tight to him as your father continued to sit in silence and you found yourself unbelievably grateful for the contact. You'd been with Elrond for many years, you were secure in your relationship. There'd been ups and downs, of course, as there would be in any relationship but you'd both always been secure in each other and in the knowledge that you're love was untainted by outside opinion.

But right now, for the first time in years, you were nervous about what someone might say.

At length, Glorfindel smiled and stood up. He stopped before the both of you and knelt before Elrond, hands extended out as if to receive a blessing but when you looked in his palms you could see your marriage clasp.

Elrond reached out and plucked the important item from your father's hand and turned to put it back in your hair. And as Elrond returned to his task, Glorfindel rose to his feet and bowed low to press a kiss to your forehead and then to Elrond's.

The action made both of your heads snap to the golden haired lord who settled a heavy hand on your love's shoulder. "I can think of no better person for my daughter to marry. I look forward to the wedding."

alma - flower

atar (quenya) - father

heri - lady

heru - lord

meleth - love

nitya - little

winimo - baby, little one

#elrond x reader #lord elrond x reader #rop elrond x reader #lotr x reader #lotr fanfic #glorfindel imagine #glorfindel silmarillion

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batsyforyou · 1 year

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Tolkien

The Elves

Imladris

Elrond

Lindir

Elladan

Elrohir

Arwen

Gildor (loading. . . )

Erestor

Gondolin

Glorfindel

Maeglin

Mirkwood

Legolas

Doriath

Beleg

Mablung

House of Feanor

Feanor

Maedhros

Maglor

Celegorm

Caranthir

Curufin

Amrod and Amras

Celebrimbor

House of Finarfin

Finrod

House of Fingolfin

Fingon

The Valar

Manwe

Maia

Sauron

Eönwë

Group Headcanons

Masterlist

#Tolkien #the silmarilion #my links #btw if I missed any tags for these please let me know and I’ll add them

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lady-of-imladris · 1 year

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Mae govannen to my chaos!

Figured it was time to do a masterlist

I am 1ady0fim1adris on ao3, when I have moved my fics over there, I will post a link!

You can join my taglist here

If you want me to write something, drop an ask, and I might just do it!

🔥 - NSFW

❤️ - Fluff

Lord of the Rings and related fandoms:

A Glimpse Of You (Celrond) ❤️

Waste My Time (Elrond X F!Reader) 🔥

The Great War ❤️🔥

Thranduil braiding Legolas' hair drabbles or on AO3

Thranduil NSFW Alphabet 🔥

Gain a Son (Faramir x Éowyn) or on AO3

Arda University

Star Wars:

However (Director Krennic X F!Reader) 🔥

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madhattervanessa · 2 years

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Hope

We have finally done it! After a few requests and a long time spent fighting this drabble, I’m giving you a few cute first meeting moments of Glorfindel x f!reader from Faith - there might be another one coming but this honestly already took me months bc I found their relationship hard to pin down. I hope y’all enjoy and have a nice day

Pairing: Glorfindel x f!Reader

Summary: As Glorfindel tries dealing with the aftermath of his rebirth to Middle Earth, someone catches on to his struggles.

Warnings: kind of PTSD/Panic Attack vibes bc you can not tell me this guy doesn’t have some trauma, tender tender loving, nudity/skinny dipping, alcohol consumption, neck touching

Words: 1796

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It’s the time of the year when the first sunbeams truly warm the stones again.

Winter is not as harsh as he remembered it in the time… before. But he is able to admit that spring doesn’t quite reach underneath his skin. It’s like he is buried under ash and blood, still.

As Glorfindel strides through the hallways of Imladris, he tries to see the beauty in the reflections of the sun on the floor, the green hues it casts as it shines through the first leaves appearing outside.

But the serenity of nature feels … distant. More than ever, he feels out of touch from this world.

His blunt fingernails bite into the palms of his hands as he keeps walking, his boots coming down hard on the stone floor as he enters the park, trying desperately to calm his breath but the wind carding through his hair does nothing but irritate him further, like bellows on a hot fire.

He walks deeper, into the edge of the woods - the fire in him burning, burning, threatening to singe his control but there’s the edge of the lake and he starts hurriedly tugging at his clothes, shedding everything down to his pants and boots.

He feels the itch inside him crawl upwards, up, until it hits the back of his throat and he barely manages to shake off his second boot before he jumps headfirst into the lake.

The icy cold of the water envelops him, shocks his systems back into form, whips them back into discipline as he lets the burn inside of him simmer.

When he breaches the surface, he takes a gasping breath - his heart is still hammering in his chest but as he wipes his hair back from his face, he feels his composure return from the edge.

When he opens his eyes and blinks to adjust to the sunlight, there’s another reflection over the water. He is ready to write it off as a trick of his mind- another memory become flesh, a ghost of his past haunting him.

Ecthelion, maybe.

But then he blinks again and she is still there, staring at him, in the water.

Her lips are parted and she seems torn between amused and worried as she floats across from him.

“Are you alright?”

He swallows hard and tries to calm his panting breath from the running.

She directs a soft smile at him and he suddenly feels exposed, open like a raw wound, his words failing him.

She tilts her head and her brows fall to a frown.

“You look… pale.” It seems like she wanted to say something else. He’s glad she didn’t.

He huffs and his smile comes unwillingly but still- the wound closes, and the breeze over his wet skin calms him, this time.

“That’s certainly one way to phrase it”, he murmurs and the demure batting of her lashes makes some of his confidence return, makes his heart thrum just enough that he feels like he is in control of his body again.

“I try not to judge handsome strangers.” Her eyes meet his and he feels his breath stop briefly, though this time for an entirely different reason. He suddenly feels very aware of both of their states of dress in the lake.

“I don’t usually swim in a lake with strangers either”, he retorts and she huffs out a laugh before introducing herself.

“So? Are you alright? You look perturbed. I have seldom seen someone so eager to jump into a cold lake just at the beginning of spring.”

“It calms me”, he admits, still hesitant as he swims towards a more shallow part of the lake where he can stand in the water, his shoulders exposed to the cold breeze.

She follows, slowly, and when he turns to look at her, he almost swallows his tongue - the way the sunlight is reflected by the ripples of the water makes her seem even more ethereal to him.

“I haven’t quite been feeling like myself, lately.”

She hums, before leveling another look at him.

“May I ask who you are? I have just arrived for the spring celebrations, yesterday.”

“Then it’s my pleasure to welcome you to Imladris; I am Captain Glorfindel.”

“Oh.” Her eyes go wide before she seems to recollect herself. “It’s a pleasure to meet you - though I had hoped to be introduced to you a bit differently.” She comes closer to the edge and he glances over to the soft grass, easily spotting a dress laying close to a stone.

Their eyes meet and she wades closer to him. He averts his eyes as the water threatens to expose her to him.

She brushes against him and he instinctively looks down to where he feels her hand boldly touching him. Her fingertips drag over his collarbone, over the dip of his throat and his shoulder.

He almost follows the line over to her body but he manages to focus back on the water.

She chuckles and he smiles as he hears her leaving the water. He keeps his eyes on the soft ripples in the lake as she dresses. He unclenches his hands underwater and takes a deep breath.

“Will I see you at the festivities?”

“I shall make an effort”, he mutters and furrows his brows, trying to listen closely to the sound of her slipping back into her dress.

When he hears her steps drawing closer again, he turns his head towards her.

He raises a hand to push more of the soothing water through his hair, though he doesn’t miss the way her eyes follow the motion.

“I hope you won’t have to.”

When he sees her coming down the path towards the hall the next evening, he feels a wave of calm wash over him. Just like the lake had enveloped him, her smile and her mere company calm him.

A distraction.

“There you are.”

“Here I am, Captain.”

He straightens up out of reflex alone as she slips into his shadow, close enough he can not only see every detail of her eyes but feel her warmth, too.

“Are you feeling better, today?”

He offers her his arm and she takes it but doesn’t avert her curious gaze, doesn’t start walking off with him.

“I’m still trying to find out.”

The answer seems to satisfy her and she looks him up and down briefly before tugging him along.

“Maybe I can hurry that along.”

She does. She gently prods him to dance, to accept a carefully woven crown of just flowering buds, to drink the fresh spring water later replaced with wine and stay alongside everyone else when she holds a gentle prayer for the festivities.

When she returns from the middle of the room, he reaches for her without thinking. She lets him, easily slipping into the arm he had hesitantly extended. He holds her close by her waist as she leans up to press her cheek against his, smearing some of the white paint on to his skin.

“Happy Yavanna”, he murmurs into her ear and she draws back from him with a radiant smile.

The next breath he takes seems to reach deep into his lungs, lures him out of his dissonance as the lights glint behind her, bathing her in a beautiful glow that he can’t seem to get away from.

“Happy Yavanna”, she whispers back and his eyes fall to where he has smeared the paint in her face.

He frowns, already about to apologize but she just laughs and rubs a knuckle over his cheek.

“Looks like we match”, she teases and he feels his breath catch at the playful look in her eyes. The music starts again and there’s that warmth he had been missing since taking his first breath again after eons.

“We do.”

Her chuckles echo in the halls and make him glance at her as they leave.

The wine from the woodlands had stained her lips a deep, berry red and he can’t find it in himself to look away or to let go - the celebrations extend far beyond the initial hall and there are laughs and whispers to be heard throughout the entire building, out into the yard where Glorfindel could swear he saw one of his soldiers run off to with a blushing handmaiden.

He is about to call after the young elf, a reprimand, maybe, but the tug at his own hand tugs something loose in his heart- makes him ask himself where that part of himself had gone that had encouraged these young elves to strive to leave off of the beaten path. To live.

He casts his gaze back to her and wraps an arm around her waist when she stumbles.

She has barely left his side all evening and now she feels even more warm, especially as she splays one of her hands over the exposed skin of his arm, holding on to him as he walks her back to her rooms.

When they finally make it there, she turns to stand in front of him- towered by his presence, the light of the hallway barely illuminates her face.

There's a faint shout and he jumps, his shoulders squaring up - but her hands are quick to soothe, a soft murmur following, as he feels her take his hand, her other on his chin to draw his look back towards her.

She leans up and pushes her forehead against his. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.

They share the moment in silence and he lets his finger play with a ring on her hand, gently turning it over her skin as he calms down.

The thoughts of fire, ash and blood retreat as he focuses on her cold hands, the metal between his fingertips, the paint smearing across his face and the deep breaths he is taking.

He opens his eyes again to catch a glance at her and finds her looking right back.

“It’s still haunting you, isn’t it?”

His calm breathing stops and for a moment there seems to be a shadow looming over him- but she doesn’t lean away, doesn’t stop looking at him, as he feels his hands shake.

She hums and takes one of his hands to press it against her neck until he can feel the faint bump of a scar.

Her eyes seem to look right through him.

"It's alright to feel the past creeping up on you. It's rather ordinary, I would dare say."

He lets his hand rest on the nape of her neck before embracing her. She lifts her arms to wrap them around him, as well.

The soft breath on his neck reminds him of sunlight falling through leaves.

A ripple on the water.

#glorfindel x you #glorfindel x reader #glorfindel x f!reader #lotr #lord of the rings #the silmarillion #j.r.r. tolkien

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elronds-meleth-nin · 7 months

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Welcome!

This is a sideblog I created for all my LotR/Hobbit/Tolkien brainrot!

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Elrond:

~ Bruinen's Eastern Shore ❤️:

Part 1 ✨ Part 2 ✨ Part 3 👀

Summary: Lord Elrond of Imladris has lived for thousands of years. He has loved and lost, yet still he remains kind. He never expected a second chance at love to sprint into his lands pleading for his help.

Thranduil:

~ I Could Love You With My Eyes Closed ❤️:

Summary: Reader has been in Thranduil's guard for years, and they've developed a friendship. When her position is threatened, will King Thranduil be able to fix the problem?

Adar:

~ Ancient Script 💛:

Summary: Adar has waited thousands of years for his soulmate, thinking he would never have one. When the name appeared on his arm, he knew she would be more than he could ever deserve. Then he met her, and he fell irrevocably under her spell.

~ A Brush With...Kindness? ❤️:

Summary: After millennia of pain, torture, and deception, Adar is used to it. What happens when he encounters someone who has no malicious intent?

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fantasies-fairytales-n-fics · 1 year

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Thranduil and Josie Pt 147- Moonlight and Memories

Summary: ALL THRANDUIL CHAPTER! Thranduil heads to Moonlight and gets more than he bargained for.

*Warnings* language, angst, sexual content, self pleasure

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Thranduil made his way in solidarity through the forest realm of Imladris with his twin swords and a bag of other necessities, mostly wine, with a single destination in sight...his special secret place he called Moonlight. The place he always came to when he visited Rivendell for nothing but pure leisure and meditation of sorts. No one alive knew of it except him...and of course you, but he blocked that all out of his mind as he made his way to the banks of the crystal blue healing waters it held.

It didn't matter the season which was winter, for it was a place of magic, just like spring all year round. The water was a perfect temperature in which Thranduil loved to swim in nothing but the pale skin on his bones and this was just what he needed to perfectly heal his side wound from Harker's arrow after his white hart projection.

The King planned to stay there all day and into the night to lay naked under the stars and soak in the Moonlight, hence the name he gave to his safe haven, for strangely, like the weather, the moon was bright and full all year round in that spot. He had named it after his mother's moonstone, for when he was a young elf, the moon reminded him of her runestone and it was full of magic just the same. A place where wishes came true....and one wish he had in that moment was to steer clear of Elrond's mind torture, for that's exactly what it was to him...and to indulge in more wine to try and wash away his old friend's words.

Thranduil unraveled a blanket from the bag and spread it about the lime green grass in the same spot he always placed it at. As he went to remove his robe, it suddenly struck him that it was also the spot you and he had made love. He scoffed and swiftly wadded up the blanket, moving it to another spot.

Once he was satisfied with it's placement, he began to disrobe and then sat down on his bare bottom. pouring his wine and soaking in the high noon sun.

All was peaceful with the sound of the rushing waterfall delving into the azure colored water and birds singing the songs of their people from high above in their tree mansions. If only Thranduil's mind were at peace....and his cock too, for he then realized it was speaking to him after his memory of making love to you.

He drank down a few glasses of his favorite vintage and decided it was time for the bath he had held out on since his arrival earlier that morning in Rivendell. Up the rocks he climbed to the top of the waterfall and stood on the edge in all of his beautiful glory, gazing down at the inviting blue lagoon. He decided he better dive in now before his cock became any harder or it was not going to be a pleasant entrance upon impact.

The way the sun shone over his skin and his long platinum strands flowing in the breeze, the Elvenking appeared to be that of a swan as he extended his arms out like they were wings. He then brought them forward and bent his knees and sprung gracefully into the air with his body in a perfectly arched form, gliding with ease like a bird into healing liquid below, becoming one with it.

It was a perfect union, the warm sparkling liquid caressing every inch of Thranduil's body while his moonlike eyes were wide and wandering about the underworld's ocean like view as he drifted through a rainbow assortment of fish. It all made him miss the place he called home, Mirkwood. His gardens and endless lilac orchards, the sky blue waters of the Forest River and the ocean...his loyal companion Moose, whom he slightly chuckled about, knowing he was giving his guard a hard time. But he also felt sad, for he knew that his beloved elk was also grieving him, and he would be the one he would apologize to, not you, he told himself as he scoffed at Elrond's foresight.

As he made his way back to the surface, he heard movement, a thrashing about. Turning to see what it was, his eyes sprung wide open to see you, fighting the water and gurgling out his name. It all flooded back to him so vividly, the day you fell into the black waters of the dark forest which only happened because of the first fight he and you had that caused you to flee his halls. A fight that stemmed over Morwen invading his mind during your first kiss, causing him to push you away.

It was the day he also first admitted his love for you to Legolas just before they both raced against time to find you, and when they did, you were being pulled under the evil water by Morwen.

In that moment, Thranduil remembered plunging into the water, not caring of the poison it would inflict upon him. He had carried your limp body to shore and laid you down, placing his hands on you and drawing your poison out into him with his magic as Legolas helplessly watched.

He then heard Elrond's words echo through the water..."Do you not wonder how you have come to despise the woman you once would die for?"

"NO!" Thranduil's shout bubbled out as he then realize how deep he had swam into the caverns below. He grabbed your arm and drug you along as he kicked and slayed through the water with his other arm to the blue beaming light above.

As Thranduil broke through the surface with a heavy gasp for air, he turned to find his arms were empty. His heart palpitated as he panicked and dove back under in a desperate search for you, for you had felt so real in his grasp. Thranduil floated motionless inside the cove as his hair fanned out all around him, his enlarged eyes darting about the limpid water with no trace of you in sight. He then realized you weren't real, that his mind, once again had deceived him.

The Elvenking rushed out of the water onto the sandy shore in a fury, pissed off that he had no control over what just happened to him and even more pissed off at the healing waters betrayal. But it wasn't a betrayal. The elven waters spoke of truth and did exactly what they were intended to do, heal.... and Thranduil knew the risks before he ever even first stepped foot in them as a young elf millenniums ago.

He certainly didn't expect that though, for he had never experienced such lucid visions. The only time he recalled enduring anything similar to that was when he was inebriated and you were miles away, in Rivendell, reading his journal that consisted solely of his memories of you and his most personal feelings that he remembered every word of.

Thranduil sat on the blanket, his hair slicked back and shimmering in the sunlight as he drank more wine, remembering that time and what had led up to it. He had arrived in Rivendell for Arwen and Aragorn's nuptials and had brought his journal with him in which he had planned to give to you in hopes that it would repair the damage Malsha had done in Lake Town with her lie, but then he had learned of you being with Haldir...all because of that lie. She had planned an attack on Rivendell that day in which she lost and Thranduil had went after her on his own at full force due to his anger and broken heart. Due to him not being in his right mind, she had almost killed him but you had found him and saved him by killing her first. Thranduil had then left you in Rivendell, for he could not get past what you had done, even with knowing it never would have happened if not for Malsha's trickery. After Thranduil had departed, Elrond had given you the King's journal, in which only you could open...and you did, and as you read it, the memories had came to life in visions before Thranduil's eyes.

Just before you had showed up at Thranduil's halls for Legolas's wedding, he had wandered out into the forest behind the guest hall and visions of you in your wedding dress appeared to him in flashes, so real, he swore you were right there, but every time he had tried to touch you, you would disappear. Until the one time he touched you and could feel you, but you didn't vanish that time and then you spoke his name, startling him into stumbling backwards and landing on his backside.

Thranduil allowed the involuntary smile that formed on his lips, recalling how foolish he felt for you to see him in such a way. You had knelt beside him and stroked his cheek with the back of your hand just like he would always do to you, and then you helped him to his feet. A kiss had almost been shared in his happiness of seeing you, but the wedding bells sounded from the hall, interrupting the intense moment. The memory had been so vivid, he could almost smell your cherry scented breath as he softly inhaled the similar scent from his sweet red wine.

He then recalled walking hand in hand with you to the hall and remaining that way as you stood at each other's sides during Legolas's and Tauriel's vows. He also recalled hearing your thoughts of wishing he would kiss you and the look in your eyes of realizing he had heard you when he peered down at you with a grin.

That same grin now appeared on Thranduil's lips once more as he drank down his wine. The memory continued onto the beach for the after party, your angelic singing echoed through his mind as he saw you sitting by the fire..."wild horses, couldn't drag me away...."

Thranduil closed his eyes as he saw his hand reach out to you. You took it and he led you away from the crowd to dance with you. He could feel your face resting on his chest just under his shoulder as he watched you both slowly turn about under the magical moonlight....and then you began to sing as you held him tight.

"Friday night and the lights are low. Looking out for a place to go. Where they play the right music. Getting in the swing. You come to look for a king...."

You had stopped and peered up into his eyes as yours glimmered with tears. Thranduil stroked the back of his hand down your cheek and then he gave you your wish, kissing you so tenderly.

Thranduil's eyes flung open as he lightly gasped and touched his lips, for he had felt the kiss, so soft and sweet. His heart was defeating the Elvenking's mind in that moment as his memory carried on, leading you from the party and down the beach, walking hand in hand where he had laid his robe out on the sand and then made mad passionate love to you under the stars.

A soft moan escaped his lips as he could literally feel the warmth of your walls as he fucked you hard and deep, and that's not all he could feel. His eyes opened and darted down to his throbbing cock as it stared straight up at him. He may have been able to control his mind when he wanted to, which in that moment, he chose not to, but when it came to his devious and defiant member, it had a mind of it's own.

It was an ache like no other, not of pain, but of the deepest yearning to feel you again and not just your body, but your soul....and your mind.

He knew Elrond was right once more as more words of his recited in his mind.

"It is because I know you that I point out what your soul speaks but your mind refuses to believe."

His mind was believing it as it, his body and soul craved yours but the brainwashed Elvenking wasn't about to allow it.

The Elvenking stood up in a huff and grunted as he massaged his raging cock, then headed back into the water to put it out of it's misery and end the nonsense. Since he was unable to control his mischievous manhood , he certainly wasn't going to allow you to control of it...or so he thought.

As he waded through the balmy waters, trying to will his full attention cock to stand down and hoping the healing liquid would put it at ease, he was blindsided by another memory as he neared the rock he made love to you against. All he could do was just stare down at it, seeing your perfect bare form laying against it.

And then his attention was pulled to the area behind it, where he had caught you hiding from him and Joliel, the deceitful and now deceased red haired elf of Loren that had followed him there one night, stupidly thinking she would have the King who had no memory of you whatsoever at the time, Of course he turned her away, and in a rage too, for he was extremely angry that she had came to his special place without an invitation, not to mention he wanted nothing to do with her like he had long before he ever met you....or like he had in Rivendell for a mere five seconds just to hurt you because of the cursing black magic he was under.

Thranduil recalled ordering you to come out once she left, for he knew you were there after he spied your dress in the tall grass. You had come out, trembling and covering yourself with your arms, slowly making your way to him and when you had gotten close enough, he had decided to toy with you. He told you to lower your arms and then touch him, so you hesitantly uncrossed your arms and slowly moved your hand up to his face. Thranduil slapped his hand around your wrist, stopping you and barked, "not there, here" as he glanced down at his aroused cock.

Thranduil's cock twitched, snapping him out of the memory and making him realize the water was not helping. Instead it was only intensifying his need for release. There was only one way to end his suffering and that was to give in and pleasure himself.

He turned back to the embankment and saw you again, smiling at him as you rubbed water over your breasts in a very seductive fashion, then you curled your forefinger and cutely motioned him to come to you. Thranduil could not contain his smile or bridle his lust as he immediately moved to you, but your vision vanished and so did his smile.

Thranduil placed his forearm on the rock, then rested his forehead upon his fisted hand as he closed his eyes and deeply sighed. He couldn't take the mind fucking anymore, so he wrapped his hand around his solid girth and began pumping his hips, slow but hard, leaving his grip loose enough to slide in and out, but tight enough to imagine being inside of you. His grunts were bursting out of his open mouth with each thrust as his forehead dug into his arm. Hard whispers of your name also snuck out of his mouth as he sped up, causing the water to slosh about him. His groans and moans became stronger, louder, as his core tightened and tingled, nearing his release. He stood straight up and arched his head back as he vigorously stroked himself into climax. A word he never spoke surged out of his mouth as his essence repeatably jetted onto the rock.

"Fuuuuuucckkkkk!"

Thranduil panted heavily in immense relief and his lips curled into an extremely grateful grin as he extracted the last of his warm fluid out of his now rosy colored cock.

He was drunk on happiness as he exited the water and completely befuddled that you had the power to make him speak such language. The Elvenking voiced his opinion in his mind, calling you an evil enchantress, but Thranduil blocked him out as he remembered the one and only other time he dropped the F-bomb.

It was part of yours and his conversation when you found him in the forest a bit tipsy just before Legolas's wedding as you both headed to the hall. You had been worried that Thranduil would be upset that you came, and more so that Tauriel had asked you to stand with her. You didn't want to make him uncomfortable because you knew how important the day was for him. Thranduil assured you that he was enamored with your arrival and had said "Of course it is fine. Besides, I have already fucked this day up."

What he meant by that was that he felt certain Legolas was going to be angry with him for his heavy drinking before the ceremony, in which he was. He then recalled apologizing for speaking in such a way and remembered your response, verbatim.

“Hey.” you said sweetly and touched his arm. “You’re allowed to be angry, you’re allowed to feel what you feel. You’re allowed to swear if you feel like it.” you chuckled and grinned at him. “Cuz fuck it.”

Thranduil had laughed quite hard, then lowered and shook his head with a grin as he whispered "Cuz fuck it."

You giggled and then you both continued walking.

Thranduil wrapped a cloth around his waist and sat down on the blanket to indulge in some more wine. He took a sip and then chuckled as he shook his head.

"Cuz fuck it." he muttered, and knocked the drink back.

He laid down and sprawled out under the radiant sun and slowly drifted off to sleep, finally feeling content for once. Even in his dreams, he could not escape you.

Thranduil saw himself at his son's wedding and heard every word he spoke as he stood before Legolas and Tauriel with you watching him in awe.

“Love is something that should never be taken for granted, never ignored, never judged, never mistreated or taken advantage of. Most importantly, never foolishly let go of. For love is a gift to be appreciated, watered like a flower. It should be unconditional, respected and unselfish. Two souls joining as one with a heart that eternally beats only for the other. Twin flames I like to call it. A love so rare as Legolas and Tauriel share is the love that I speak of. A love that I also know. What is joined here today, let no force separate, not even death. For love is eternal.”

And then he saw visons of you in the forest, singing and wearing a wedding dress, just like had seen prior to the matrimony...only this time, he saw an older Leeanduil asleep in your arms as you caressed her hair. You wore a glowing moonstone ring much like his, only smaller...a ring that you did not have. He had never seen a more beautiful sight.

Thranduil was awakened to the illuminating moon shining down upon him and his ring glowing back at it. The sound of a crow cawing above in the trees echoed through the air. He sat up, somewhat shocked he had slept that long, but it was understandable after all he had been through.

He pulled out some Lembas from the bag and broke off a chunk, then poured some more wine to wash it down with. As he sat and gazed up at the moon and the stars, he remembered the dream and wondered how he could see his daughter at a future age when he had never even seen her at all. How he so longed to be with her and hold her in his arms. He also wondered what the dream of you meant, if anything at all. Everything he was feeling, would he feel it when he left Moonlight?

"Caw. Caw!!!!" the crow sounded again, only louder.

Thranduil looked up as he recognized the bird's tone. It was your crow, the same one who had brought him his ring. He stood up to try and locate him, and then as soon as his pale blue eyes met those of the feathered flier, he flew from his perch on the tree branch and headed towards the King...and he was holding something white in his talons.

As he flew over Thranduil, he dropped the unknown item and it fluttered down to him. He reached up and caught it, realizing then that it was a letter and it smelled of you. As he turned it over, he saw his name written on it.

"Where did you find this?" Thranduil asked as the bird circled above, cawing away. He stretched his arm out in an offer for the crow to land and speak to him, for Thranduil was able to understand his thoughts just as he could any animal.

The black bird landed on Thranduil's hand and offered his usual bow to greet the King of Mirkwood.

The crow then tilted his head to look the King in the eyes so he could read his thoughts.

"You...took this from Josephine's room in Dorwinion? Does she know? Does she know I am alive?" Thranduil asked without even realizing he spoke your name for the first time, aside from his earlier episode in the water.

"Caw." once for yes, then a pause. "Caw Caw." twice for no.

"I am quite curious corch (crow), how is it that you managed to gain access to her room?"

Thranduil gazed into the bird's eye and it was revealed that the balcony doors had been left open on a nice day while you were not there and he knew where you kept it, under your pillow.

Thranduil gasped as he remembered his letter. "I take it you were unsuccessful in delivering my letter to her since she is not aware of me?"

The crow then told him what happened and that he did not know what happened to the letter.

"Contemptible cretins. They should all be stoned."

The crow cawed away as if he were laughing then informed Thranduil that the guards were, by Narcisse's orders.

"Is that so? Lord Narcisse has actually done something commendable. Shocking. Tell me corch mellon (crow friend), is Josephine doing well?"

"Caw. Caw." twice for no, then he relayed that you were very sad and that you cried a lot.

Thranduil felt a twitch, but this time, it was not in his lower region, but in his heart.

"I offer you my gratitude for conveying the letter and information. I ask that you do not speak of me to her."

Thranduil was well aware of his compromised state of mind and felt it best if you did not know about him. For the time being, he was thinking clearly and rationally, but he didn't know how long that would last.

A single caw for yes and a bow was given to the King. Thranduil reached in his bag and handed the rest of his lembas to the anxious bird, in which he swiftly took it into his beak and flew off into the night sky.

Thranduil sat back down and fondled the letter, feeling reluctant to open it, for he did not know how it was going to affect him. After a few minutes of staring at it, he opened it, revealing a lengthy letter with what appeared to be tear stains in various places of the ink.

"My Dearest King,

I miss you in ways I didn't know existed. You are a mental and physical ache, a longing woven deep into my dna and I don't know how to live like this. I feel like the wolf who howls at the moon, for I feel he is in love with it and cries for that love he will never touch. I haven't felt safe since I was pushed from the safety of your arms. One minute, all was right in the world and in an instant, I was trying to hold my own heart as it crumbled. As I sit and stare at this empty room, it takes everything in me not to cry from the hurt that washes over me. Where there was once words and immense love, all I have now is emptiness and sorrow. I often think about where it all went wrong because I loved...love you more than I have ever loved anyone, but as the song says, sometimes love is not enough. If it were, my love would bring you back. My mind is always drifting off to countless thoughts and memories of you as tears stream from my eyes. You are the love of a lifetime that slipped right through my fingers even as I clawed and fought to keep you alive. I wish I had answers and to know what you're thinking at this very moment...if you can even think anything at all now, but I will never know. Now I must live the rest of my life never understanding why you were taken from me when we were so close to a beautiful forever. Maybe I'll find you again someday in another life, because I have always known we were together in times before...but that solace does me little good as my heart slowly breaks with the pain of a thousand lifetimes. To hear your voice once more, to see your smile again, just to feel the emotions of our love wash over me as you call me your sweet girl, these are only some of the many things I dream of. I must be strong now and try to smile for our sweet daughter that we created out of the rarest and purest love, and try to look for the light in a new day. I miss you. I miss us. But now all I have are whispers of your voice in my heart and my love for you that will never fade. That will have to be enough. True love never dies and that will be my hope for all my tomorrows without you, until I see your beautiful face once again. I will love you until my last breath and then I will find you and I will love you more.

More than nin own cuil, ( more than my own life)

Your Queen,

Josephine."

Thranduil found his eyes stinging as they welled up with tears and he recalled the words of his own letter, realizing both were written around the same time. If you had just received his letter, he knew you would have came for him long ago and he never would have ended up the way he now was. If he could remain himself when he left Moonlight, he knew he would want to return to you but...he knew he could not, for more than one reason. Most importantly, for what he has done with Raven and secondly, he knew he could turn on you again in the blink of an eye, for even there in Moonlight, the Elvenking had fought him and he knew soon enough, he would rise again.....

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I see on your fotfictober masterlist you have magic undecided if you haven't decided on what you are going to do yet can you do someone trying to resurrect a loved one from the grave but fails.

With Gil-Galad x Reader after the battle of the last alliance.

Magic

Fotfictober prompt: 12 - Magic

Summary: the ask, but fuck you I am making the resurrection succeeds

Pairing: Gil Galad x Reader

Characters: Gil-Galad, Suaron, Elrond, Reader

Warning: Major Character Death

A/n: Fuck you anon I hate you, why am i doing this to my favorite boy, because I have no other ideas for this.

You could do nothing but watch in horror of what you were witnessing, Gil-Galad and Elendil had both entered combat with sauron, it was obvious both of them would perish at his hand, as you had done once before, or almost had as the dark lord had cursed you to forever walk middle earth and could not return to Valinor.

You wanted to make you way to them both to help them maybe have a chance but you were to outnumbered by the orcs which were charging at you, you defeated one and two then three came in the place of the slain, you had lost Elrond in the sea of battle long before.

You had to tear your eyes away from your love so you didn't get injured by orcs, you soon felt your back colid with someone else you glance back to see the young Sindar prince Thranduil, blood stained his face and dragon fire cursed the otherside of it, the only thing keeping him fighting was adrenaline and the fear of dying, there was also determination in his eyes, he must of seen someone he loved die.

the painful scream of the elven high king rung through your ears, you turned your head to see the heat of suaron's bare hands take your lover.

"Gil" His name made your voice break as you whispered it quietly under your breath, suaron may of been defeated now but the two had been taken down with him.

your blade pierced the last orc neck which had not fled you pulled your sword back the blood splattering onto your already dirt, ash and blood stained face, you made your way to the slopes of mount doom were the battle took place avoiding stepping on the fallen elves, Elrond was no were to be seen he had taken isuldir to destroy the one ring, you glanced to the spear which stood with the broken and battered body of Celebrimbor you turned your head back down and continued your way to him.

His body was burnt beyond recognition, you dropped your sword before you dropped to your knees you cradled his body with is head on your folded up cape.

"Come on stupid curse i know you can bring people back, you've fucking done it before" you cursed it had it left because suaron was dead, no no it did not or your soul would of passed to the halls of mandos

"Come on gil you can't have died on you" you cried.

You decided to join Elrond and help him make Imladris, the bodies of your fallen had been transported there for a proper burial.

"I feel sorry for Thranduil not only did he had to lose his father but he also became king with no preparation" you said as you walked with Elrond to the healing wards where the bodies where being prepared to be buried, a healer had called you there because of something urgent neither of you knew what it was though.

"Lord Elrond, Y/n will you please wait, I believe you should see this separably" the healer who greeted you said Elrond nodded following her you took your place resting on the wall, most of the elves you could see were young not even passed 2,000 and they were called to serve in battle, sure they had training and were good but not good enough for suarons forces in large numbers, you decided to walk to one of them, you recognized him, he brought you the report right before the battle, you had also been friends with his father who had died in an orc ambush his name was Erúion.

You moved his hair from out of his face, the healer who was tending to him jumped at your presents you took the rag and water without a word and washed the blood from his face, he gasped, your eyes widened as he breathed in you dropped the bowl onto the floor spilling the water, you watched as his eyes fluttered open, the cut on his neck closed steaming.

"Y/n" he questioned looking at your shocked face

"You look like you have see a dead person" He laughed sitting up he winced in pain.

"You, you were just dead, your neck it was cut open" You said he laughed again

"Silly Y/n, I am just fine i have no cut open neck" Erúion said.

"How is this possible" Elrond questioned as he looked at Gil-Galad who was perfectly fine sleeping

"I do not know the full details but his body has slowly been repairing itself since collecting the bodies, I believe this maybe the work of Y/n, their mother was a healer known for healing the most fatal of wounds on elves other healers could not, their father had an unexplained magical ability, both families they came from either have fae blood or blood from a Valar, i looked deeper in their father It turns out long before mandos took his wife, he loved an elf, y/n is related to mandos, the curse suaron placed on them only awakened the Valar magic which was laying dormant in the family gene, they were only supposed to not be able to pass to mandos, but insted they got the ability to commune with the spirits and more, this is only a hypothesis" the healer said the king in the bed groaned as he slowly awakened

"What happened, I thought I died, I saw the halls of Mandos but I was pulled back" Gil-galad said

"Did you see anything else, was it a person pulling you back" The healer asked

"Yes, it was Y/n" Gil-galad said questioningly Elrond looked to the healer, the two left the room to get you, only to see you and a wide awake Erúion

"I believe my theory is true, y/n can resurrect people" the healer said

"What" you questioned from looking dumbly at Erúion and towards Elrond and the healer

"Just follow us" Elrond said they brought you to the room but Elrond covered your eyes before you entered

"Elrond what is the meaning of this" You said trying to fight him as he lead you in, he took his hands away.

"what kind of sick joke is this" You demanded turning to the lord

"This is no joke" Elrond said

"It isn't funny" You said poking the lords chest

"He is right Meleth-nin It is no joke, I am really alive, i don't know how, mandos kicked me from his halls" Gil-galad said

"How am I meant to know you are not some poser" you said

"When i tried to confess to you the first time, I fell into one of the fountains and lost my crown, no one but you knew about it, not even Elrond, you promised not to tell him as he would shout at me if he learned of it" Gil said

"I am sorry but you feel into a fountain and lost your crown how stupid are you" Elrond said

"It was deep okay" Gil-Galad said.

"Fuck it" you muttered as you walked to your lover and hugged him

"We will leave" Elrond said he and the healer left

"You frightened me Meleth I though you had died" you said as you brushed his hair out of his face.

"I did die, but not for very long" Gil-Galad respounded kissing you.

"Uh no, you can't have kisses" you said

"Why" Gil said

"You died on me" You said

"I came back didn't I" he responded

"I am still mad about it" you said he laughed and wrapped his arms around you pulling you down and kissing you

"and I say no, you will have all the kisses I want to give you" Gil said you huffed but gave into him as he wasn't going to let you go anytime soon as he showered you in kisses, there was no point arguing against it, he would just ignore it and be stubborn.

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