Hi, I do kind of have an idea for some Elrond fluff.
It’s basically the song “put your head on my shoulder” by Paul Anka turned into a fic.
I just want to slow dance with Elrond honestly 💕
I adore this idea !!! Here is it short and sweet with some of the lyrics woven in. I definitely listened to the song on repeat while writing this, and I recommend everyone do that, it adds to the experience!!
Put Your Head On My Shoulder
The rings had been completed, elvenkind was saved, and you were waiting for Elrond’s arrival. You smoothed down your gown, watching as the musicians struck up another waltz. You’d been waiting for another chance to dance with Elrond, last time you’d been rudely interrupted by a tongue-tied elf lord who decided Elrond was the only person who could help him express his feelings to his betrothed.
The tune slowly turned to one you were fond of, a slow harmony of strings, woodwinds, and gentle percussion.
“Lady y/n, my apologies for the wait.” Elrond took your hand in his and pressed it to his lips, looking flustered, and undeniably handsome.
“No apology necessary, if you will ask me to dance?”
His smile is more radiant than the sun, and he leads you to the floor, hands settling in the proper positions as you began to join the waltz.
“I swear to you, no one will tear me away from you this night.” He said as he dipped you.
Once you were pulled back to his chest, you smiled. “I will hold you to that.”
You both followed the other couples, stepping, swaying, spinning, until the music slowed, and Elrond’s eyes lit up with mischief. “Do I dare ask why you look so entertained?”
“I bribed the musicians to play this song for you.”
Your heart fluttered as the opening notes to your favorite song filled the night air. “You remembered?”
Elrond pulled you nearly flush against him, and you rested your head on his shoulder. His hand on your upper back kept you close as you swayed. “Of course, this song was playing when we first met.”
“It was at an event quite like this one, if I remember correctly.” You said, pressing a chaste but fond kiss to his neck.
“It was. I was a young elf, stumbling after Galadriel because she was my only friend, and you were there—”
“Late, my brother made us arrive late.” You added, giggling when he kissed your temple.
“Yes, late, but as beautiful as mithril, and I knew I would be a fool to ask you to dance.”
“Well, then we must thank the Valar that you are a fool.”
“I did rush to you quite quickly, but you were very kind about it.”
“I thought you were brave, and handsome.” You reassured him. "I despise playing games."
“And then you kissed me goodnight, a brush of your lips against my cheek that I could still feel as I laid in my bed.”
You buried your face in the crook of his neck. “You always say what I wish to hear.”
Elrond, chuckled. “It is a gift.”
You both fell into comfortable silence, enjoying the dance.
“Thank you, this was very sweet.” You whispered, basking in the warmth of his body.
“Anything for my starlight.” He whispered back, before he gently lifted your head, and pressed his lips to yours.
Elrond’s kisses always took your breath away, but here, under the stars, your favorite song playing, it felt like a dream. Oh, how glad you were that he loved you, too.
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