#lindir of rivendell imagine

[ragingbookdragon]

There Is Always A Reason

Lindir of Rivendell x Reader

Word Count: 1.2K Warnings: Nothing, except sappiness maybe

Author's Note: Oh hey, I made a gay elf :) -Thorne

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Relationships of the same sex amongst elves wasn’t uncommon, but it also wasn’t as occurring as the opposite sex ones. The elves had noticed with more or less speculation that it was the humans who had a lack of more understanding when it came to relationships, but then again, if humans didn’t marry and produce heirs, their race would die out—for elves, copulation wasn’t necessarily a major issue as most only ever had two or three heirs. That being said, the elves welcomed love amongst their race, never shied away from the men and women amongst themselves having relationships or attraction to the same sex.

It was, exactly that that brought him to Rivendell from Lórien. A chance at seeing the attendant of Lord Elrond while he was on guard duty for Lady Galadriel, had set his soul aflame with desire. Of course, he had to get leave from the Lady of Light herself, who saw right through his excuses with a hidden, amused smile, knowing he was a youngling, trying to impress a new love.

I just think, perhaps having a messenger between Mirkwood to Rivendell to Lórien is a thoughtful idea, My Lady.

Yes, like the messenger we already have…doing the exact description you have described.

Oh…right…yes, that messenger. I had forgotten that we already had a messenger. You know, Lady Galadriel, perhaps it would be—oh who am I trying to fib? My Lady, I want to see Lindir. That’s why I want to go. I just…want to see him again.

I know.

You know?

I know.

Right…I often forget you can see far beyond our eyes.

I do need a message taken to Rivendell. This, to my dearest Arwen, a letter for only her eyes. And this one for Elrond. Make sure they get them.

I—yes, My Lady! Thank you, My Lady!

And that was how he’d managed to get back to Rivendell, somehow ending up training some of Elrond’s soldiers as well—he hadn’t become part of Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn’s personal guard without skill. It was thorough and hard work, the elves of Rivendell hadn’t seen training like this for decades, perhaps centuries at least. With the threat of Sauron gone (mostly), what battle was there to fight except for the rare orc skirmish? He knew that Lord Elrond’s men enjoyed the challenge, he also knew they absolutely hated how ragged he ran them, pushing them to even the most extremes that their race could handle. It was only three days before half the group was begging for a day of relief, and he, seeing a chance at even speaking to Lindir, agreed.

He found Lindir underneath a plum tree, singing quietly to himself as he scribbled in his notebook. It was…a breathtaking sight, to see the beams of the evening sun haloing around Lindir’s crown, the soft look on his face half shadowed, brown eyes a stunning copper, gold flecks reflecting orange in the rays. He looked beautiful. And it was the weight of his stare that caught Lindir’s attention, hair standing on the back of his neck as startled and embarrassed eyes meet lovesick ones; Lindir, in a rush, snapped the notebook shut, snapping his mouth closed and stared at him while his cheeks turned crimson.

He fumbled with the words to come out of his mouth before he settled on, “I sincerely apologize, Lindir. I meant not to disturb you.”

Lindir swallowed thickly and shook his head. “No, I was not aware that someone was here. Forgive me for not noticing your presence before, my Lord.”

“Don’t call me ‘Lord’.” He laughed, walking over to take a seat on the bench a few feet from him. “I’m simply a soldier.”

“Of high regard,” Lindir retorted. “Your father was Lord Celeborn’s right hand. You were raised in fashion similar to them.”

“Perhaps,” he said, shrugging his soldiers. “But I am no one’s lord. I am simply a soldier, as I said.”

“A good one.”

“Oh? You think so?”

Lindir cleared his throat, face hot. “I mean that I have simply seen your training as of late.”

“So, you’ve been watching?”

“Observing.”

“You could do more than observe, Lindir.”

At that, Lindir laughed in a rather surprised fashion. “I am not a fighter.”

“Oh, everyone is a fighter for something,” he replied, taking the chance to get closer to him by shifting from the bench to sit next to Lindir under the tree. “There is always something that will drive a person to pick up a weapon. Love, greed, pride, rage, grief. There is always a reason.”

“What of you?” he asked, tipping his head to the side. “What do you fight for?”

He paused, thinking deeply about Lindir’s question before he murmured, “Being a soldier is all I have ever known. It is what my father did, and it is what I was raised to do.”

“Haven’t you ever wished to do something else?”

His gaze met Lindir’s, and he said softly, “I have always wished to be someone’s one and only.”

Lindir’s cheeks tinged red again, but a rather enchanted look came over his face. “Is that so?”

“Mhm. I sometimes think about laying down my duty and going with my lover across the land. Just the two of us. Traveling, experiencing things we have never seen or done before.” He smiled. “I eventually want to settle down by the water. A small cabin. Just big enough for us. With everything we need.”

“And your one and only…” Lindir started. “Has she decided to go with you?”

He blinked, looked over at Lindir, saw the hesitation in the elf’s gaze before he chuckled under his breath and replied, “Actually, he has yet to decide anything.” Lindir’s eyebrows rose, but he said nothing. “Most likely because I have yet to court him,” he added, scratching his jaw.

“This elf…at least an elf, I assume? Where is he?”

“Oh, he is in Rivendell. I managed to get leave from Lórien to come here just to see him.”

“Truly?”

“Well, Lady Galadriel sent me with messages for her family, but in all, I am here to court him.”

“Who is it?” Lindir asked. “Is it one of the soldiers you are training?” he seemed to think to himself. “That would make much sense if it were.”

He sighed fondly at the melodist before he rose and plucked a soft, pink, plum blossom from the branch of the tree, bent down and gently placed it behind Lindir’s ear, unable to help but trace the elf’s soft cheek as he pulled back.

“It is, in fact, not one of the soldiers I am training, but someone of much more esteemed company.” He smiled warmly at the look of pure shock on Lindir’s face that quickly changed into a giddy, almost flustered look. “I should retire for the evening though. I know training tomorrow will be much more difficult.” As he walked off, he paused, turned, and asked, “Lindir, would you like to accompany me on a ride tomorrow evening? Just the two of us?”

Lindir’s heart pounded in his chest, and he nodded his head, the corners of his lips rising into a smile. “Yes, I—I would love to.”

He smiled, nodded once, and replied, “Then I shall find you tomorrow evening. Until then, Lindir.”

[sakasakiii]

imladris lads :D it started off as a few doodles of gildor bc of a great prompt i received from an anon a few weeks ago, and then spiralled into something else entirely bc i havent really taken the time to explore much of anything imladris-related? i really like the lindir-is-maglor concept so heres my take on how it couldve happened haha

as always, credit to Cartoon Network for the sparkly pink BG

thanks so much for the ask!! here's my take on gildor :DD i really like the way anon asked the question and it was what inspired me to draw finrod in the mix too strangely enough?? the vibes are similar 🤭

[kat651]

Imagine: stealing Lindir’s cloak then snuggling up to him because you’re cold. 

You shivered as the spring rain fell outside the window. You scooted closer to the fire and rubbed your arms. You looked over. Lindir was in a chair with a book in his hands. His cloak was hanging on a hook in the corner of the room. You stood and grabbed it, wrapping yourself tightly. 

After sitting in front of the fire with the cloak you were still cold. You looked over at lindir and shrugged, walking over to him. 

Lindir looked up at you as you stood in front of him. “What is it?” He asked, eyeing his cloak with humor. 

You crawled into his lap and shivered. “I’m cold…”

Lindir set the book down and pulled you closer. “Come here…” he mumbled, kissing your forehead. “I’ll keep you warm.” 

You wrested your head on his shoulder. “Mmm…thank you…”

Lindir smiled. “Anything for you, love…”

[lovefairymina]

y/n, prone to sensory overload, runs off to find a dark and quiet place. Of corse Lindir immediately notices the disappearance of his friend and goes to investigate.

he finds her in the gardens, huddled in a ball under the stars. He slowly kneels next to her. “Mind if I sit with you?” He whispers softly.

she pats the grass next to her, sniffling a little. After a moment Lindir slowly puts a comforting arm around her shoulder. She then leans into his arms, slowly taking in a deep breath. “Thank you…”

“Of corse…”

she then looks up at him and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “I love you…” lindir blinks in shock and she flinches back. “I-I’m sorry I-I should go…” she whispers, going to stand.

“Wait, please don’t go,” he said, gently grasping your wrist to stop you. “You don’t need to apologise. I…” His voice softened as he attempted to catch his breath.

“I love you too.” He smiled, warmth radiating from him as he pulled you back down beside him. “Stay with me a little longer?”

[imagine-all-the-elves]

Imagine Lindir becoming enamoured with your beauty mark.

Author: Anonymous

[leahsflwer]

An Angsty/comfort Lindir Imagine.... is that something you could do for me?☺🤗🥺🥺🥺🙏🙏🙏🙏

I'll love you forever and ever!!!!!!!!!!

❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥💜

I can give it a good go 😝

Lindir imagine - “Purple dress” Fluff content

Warnings: Slight angst, feeling tired, fluff mostly, very mild! Sexual references, but it is mostly a chaotic imagine on sweet Lindir <3

Lindir (LOTR/Hobbit) x fem! reader

I wandered through Rivendell smiling at the stunning setting surrounding me. I felt at ease and peaceful until I heard whispers from a few of the elves around me. For me, I was only a Human-Dwarf girl. Which brought upon a few harsh comments from the elves who giggled and pointed at me. It put me in a terrible mood within seconds as I hurried past them and rushing around a corner and into something.

It was a chest. The chest of Aragorn the strider. He was a handsome man but I was not in the mood for him to look down at me currently, so tried to walk around him but he grabbed onto my wrist and pulled me back, so his face was inches from mine. All I could do was gulp and shake my head.

“Aragorn please not now,” I sighed

“You don’t even know what I was going to say.. come on..” he chuckled and moved hair from my face

“Please,” I begged him wanting to run off

“Oh come on let me talk-“ he started.

He was cut off before he could even finish as I felt a large, long arm wrap around my waist and pull me against them. Feeling a tall man’s body pressed to my back.

My stomach filled with butterflies as I slowly turned my head to see who it was. It was Lindir. Who was glaring at Aragorn, then looking down at me with a soft stare. His smile fading as he looked back at Aragorn.

“She needs time to relax first Aragorn. She is clearly upset and exhausted. You know Rivendell and she does not, so just let her go by at her own pace.” He spoke up and gently guided me away.

We walked side by side up many stairs, left, right around many corners which easily lost me but I had no care as I felt his hand on my lower back as he showed me around to the room I was going to stay in while here in Rivendell. He smiled at me before walking inside with me. He wandered over to the balcony and let out a deep breath.

“You know. You’re one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.” He chuckled making me blush.

I couldn’t even move from my spot beside the bed in the centre of the room against the back wall. He was way too perfect to be complementing me so I felt speechless.

He glanced at me and showed a more cheeky smile compared to his usual mature facial expression. He clearly noticed how flustered I was by his words making me heat up and feel blush creep on my cheeks.

“Thank you for before. I do feel quite exhausted from the long trip here. I have barely any time to myself being surrounded by men all day long” I sighed

“You don’t need to thank me. I seen how uncomfortable you felt and had to help.” He nodded.

I watched him as he walked over to the chair in the corner of the room and grabbed a beautiful, purple dress, similar colour to his own robe. He motioned for me to follow him.

We wandered passed a few rooms and into a long corridor, into a room with a large bath. It was filled with warm water and bubbles that smelt magnificent.

“I had this made for you. It can help with your tense muscles” he smiled and placed the dress down on another chair in the room

“Lindir this is so much, I couldn’t possibly bathe in that, you have done so much already” I sighed and shook my head

“I insist. I made the bath for you princess. So please enjoy it” he chuckled moving some of my hair from my face.

He walked past me and closed the two large doors, leaving me alone with the gorgeous smell of those bubbles. I couldn’t decline such an offer, who knows when I’ll be able to clean myself like this again.

My skin felt brilliant as it hit the hot water, my tense muscles relaxing as I laid inside the large tub, letting out a soft moan from enjoyment, not wanting to move. But I washed my entire body, feeling perfectly clean and at ease.

Drying myself off and holding up the dress wandering how much it cost him. Feeling bad for him even thinking about me.

It fit my body figure perfectly and made me smile. I smelt amazing and looked stunning. Quickly opening the doors and rushing around to find Lindir who was speaking with Lord Elrond about things.

Elrond noticed me first and smiled, but I wasn’t interested in him at the current moment and hugged Lindir.

“Thank you. For everything” I smiled and then realised what I was doing, hugging him in front of Lord Elrond himself, shyly standing back

“Lindir picked the dress out himself, I’m glad you like it” Elrond grinned and then wandered off to speak with Gandalf.

Lindir seemed to watch as Elrond disappeared and then looked down at me, a smile appearing on his face once again. His eyes clearly gazed up and down my body.

“It suits you and brings out your eyes.” He chuckled making me flustered again.

I gently hit his arm and then gazed at his pink lips, gulping as ideas flooded my mind. His eyes still locked on me. Aragorn coming into my sight once more making me clench my fists, he punched Lindir in a playful way and smirked at me.

“You look good” he snarled

“Oh.. thank you” I shyly smiled

“I put it on her” Lindir spat out with a smirk as Aragorn turned to him with shocked expression

“Y-You.. well then! That explains why you stole her from my conversation before. I’ll let you two be” he raised his arms in a funny motion and wandered off.

I was overheated from embarrassment and glared at him as I crossed my arms. He just smiled and took my hand taking me on a walk down to the water fountain.

“I only wanted him to let you be, so you can think to yourself. Sorry if it came off wrong” he apologised

“No. It’s quite alright. I wouldn’t have mind if you really did put it on me.” I chuckled with a small grin.

He looked at me with a smirk, raising his brow and nodding, leaning down and touching the water. Splashing some towards me making me shake my head and gasp at how cold it was on my body.

“Lindir! I just cleaned myself and changed!” I laughed

“Good. You can change again with my help” he laughed in return and splashed me again.

I put my feet in the water and splashed him back with a huge wave of water. Until we were both completely soaked and in a mess, just giggling and looking at the other elves walking by with judging manners.

[warriorofthought]

He wants to court you

Summary: Imagine Lindir telling you that he loves you and that he would like to court you.

Lindir X Male Reader 

Word count: 1007

Warnings: no one 

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You are an excellent elven warrior and healer. After your mother died, you went in search of the place she always told you about. 

Rivendell. 

Your mother was right, the place is beautiful and Lord Elrond welcomed you with open arms.

Because you were always teased for your knowledge and love of books in your hometown, nothing held you there after your mother's death.

Here in Buchtal they accept you as you are. Quiet, observant, and happy to keep to yourself, seems to be no fault of the elves here.

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I head towards the library to read a new book about stars. When I get there, the supervisor greets me and I nod in response. Then I walk to the shelf where I think my next book is. Gently, I let my fingers glide over the books and come to a stop at the appropriate book. Happily I pull it out and walk with it to my chamber. 

Out of sheer curiosity, I don't pay attention to my surroundings and I'm already flipping through the book. As I turn the corner, I bump into something and drop the book. 

Confused, I look around and see the book being held out to me. 

"Mellon, you didn't hurt yourself, did you?" asks Lindir.

"No, I didn't," I whisper, taking the book with a slight smile.

"Thank you."

Lindir gives me another checking look before nodding in understanding.

"Where are you off to in such a hurry?"

"To my chamber, so I can read the book." 

"Then be careful."  At that, he clears a path for me and lets me through.

I give him a quick nod before continuing on my way.

"Y/N, do you want to take a walk with me in the garden tonight, we can talk about your new knowledge if you like?" 

Surprised at the offer, I quickly turned back to Lindir.

"Are you sure you want to go for a walk with me there?" 

"Of course y/n, I would be happy if we could meet at the fountains tonight."

"Okay, yeah sure I'd love to, I'll see you tonight then," I stammer, smiling slightly.

"I'm looking forward to it," I added quickly before taking my leave for my chamber.

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When I see from my balcony that it is slowly getting dark outside. I decided that it's time to meet with Lindir. Therefore I put the book on the desk and went to the fountain. 

When I get there, Lindir is already standing there. He looks relaxed as he watches the water from the fountain. 

As I approach him, he turns to me and smiles.

"I hope you haven't been waiting for me long, Lindir?" 

"No, I've only been here a few moments too, Tingilya (twinkling star)."

"Shall we?" 

I nod to him. And together we stroll through the garden.

I tell him what I've read in the book and he listens intently, asking great questions about it.

Which fills my heart with the feelings of happiness.

Lindir leads us to an isolated spot with a sparkling little pond.

I am surprised when I see that there are some snacks and two glasses to drink from and I glance over at Lindir. He takes my hand encouragingly and pulls me to the blanket.

Then we both sit down.

"I hope this is okay and I didn't go too far?" Unsure, Lindir looks at me.

Smiling, I look at him "It's fine, don't worry, I like it Lindir"

"Hmm, but is there a reason why you made so much effort, a simple walk had made me happy too"

"Yes, y/n I wanted to talk to you "

"I enjoy listening to you Lindir, so feel free to tell me whatever is on your mind". 

"I... I know this is probably unexpected, especially since we're both men, but I love you, as much as you love the stars and the world of books, my heart has only been beating for you since you came here. I was afraid to tell you about it, but in the last few weeks I've been trying to show you with little gestures that I'm interested in you. This may sound completely crazy now. But I love seeing you close your eyes and hold your face to the wind when we are outside and you disappear into the world of books. It's a beautiful sight and in that moment I feel that I really love you. I love how your smile lights up the world when you feel the magic of adventure. You have shown me that there are so many beautiful and incredible things in this world and I have also been fascinated by your adventures as a warrior, your travels have not always been too dangerous and I can't wait to explore more of your thoughts and the world with you!

Travel

You have taken me on so many incredible journeys and allowed me to experience so many wonderful things and even though we never left Rivendell once. I crave your closeness, I like it when you keep me company while I do my chores for Lord Elrond, the silence between us is never uncomfortable. 

So I wanted to tell you that I love you and if you could imagine, well, if we could both courting or if I could court you? "

"Courting me? Are you sure you want to court me, an elven knight who doesn't fit in his homeland?" 

Doubting, I look into his eyes, searching for the truth. 

Gently, Lindir grabs my hands and pulls me a little closer to him. His hand gently slides to my face, embracing it. His thumb gently runs over my cheek. Before his eyes catch mine.

My breath hitches in my throat when i see how much Lindir's eyes sparkle as he looks at me.  

"I'm very sure y/n, if you feel something for me too, will you allow me to court you?"

I nod and lean against his hand. 

"I would love to, Lindir. I love you too."

[imagine-in-tolkiens-world]

[ohnonotnow]

my library

here's some of the best the hobbit/lotr fanfics I've read cuz they can be quite hard to find and I wanna help

will update the list as I read

Thorin

Smoke, iron and Thorin

Fire and Gold

Learning Khuzdul

Braid of Gold

Thorin being soft

The Beauty of Chance

Those Hands

Misunderstanding

The arrival

A king's crown

Covered In Steam

There's just inches in between us

Thorin after a long day of training with his nephews

In This Moment 

Agreement

Symphony of your life

Oh so quiet

Confession

Find Your Way Back

Fili

fili oneshots

Moonrise

The Most Unpleasant, Defective, and Abominable Incident

Stay with me

The Redeemer

Durin's Garage

Restless

Lost My Way

Kili

The book keeper

insecurities

The beauty and the Beast

getting back at Kili for teasing

My Treasure

Madly in love

It's in his kiss

Love Bites

Sway With Me

Wood Carvings

Softly. . .

Sweet like nectar

A Shot in the Dark

Beorn

Early Mornings

Beorn takes care of you when you're injured

Linger

Legolas

Watcher of Wanderers

The Innocence of Brutality

Blessing

Sensitive

Being best friends with Legolas

Hazy Memories

Spellbound

Thranduil

Bookworm

Relax

Best friends father

Fascination

Flower On My Skin

To Meet Under the Stars

Passenger Princess

Autumn Thunderstorm

I Could Love You With My Eyes Closed

Haldir

Gentle Dark

Lindir

My Heart Is In Your Hands

Moonlight

Just a Little Help

Warriors Great Tales

The Fountain

Return to Me

Èomer

Burnt Bread

A Helping Hand

Wildest Dreams

Falling In Love With A Librarian

SFW alphabet

Happiness

A Roll in the Hay

Blessing

Turning Points

More characters

various characters oneshots

Imagine: elves having highly sensitive ears and you finding out by accidently touching them.

Journey to Erebor

Hair braiding

Elves + Braiding

What Type of Kisser is Each LoTR Character?

The Hobbit Characters + Physical Affection (Suggestive Version)

A Headcanon For Each Member of Thorin’s Company

Cuddling With Thorin's Company

Imagine some of the elves of Middle Earth find out how easy it is to make you (a human staying in Rivendell) blush and become aroused.

The LOTR characters reacting to a modern reader

[absentmindeduniverse]

This is so so so so awesome 👍🥰😍

Make Me Believe

↳ Make Me Believe, Lindir x Reader, angsty fluff with a spicy finish Dedicated to @heilith - 💕 HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY LOVE! 💕 A/N: Dear, friend! I hope you will enjoy your present, I certainly enjoyed writing it for you. It's not much, more of a drabble but I love the way it turned out, and I loved writing for our precious elf who only deserves love and good things.

Imagine being courted by Lindir while he struggles to accept that your feelings are sincere as he doesn't feel worthy of someone as wonderful and beautiful as yourself.

You had been as happy and excited as that day when you had shared your first kiss and learned that your affections and feelings were mutual. You could recall with perfect clarity the warm and sunny day in the luscious gardens of Imladris when he had humbly offered you his courtship; how your heart had leapt in delight and glee as you had accepted his offer, a swarm of summer butterflies fluttering inside your stomach as he expressed his bottomless gratitude with a tempered kiss that had left you wanting more. The sweet taste of his lips making your imagination run wild with desire you never knew you had until his mouth had claimed yours and showed you otherwise; allowing you a glimpse of a promise that one day you would be his and he would be yours.

The echo of that day remained with you, engraved in your heart and etched into your soul to keep you company during your times apart when his duties would pull him away from your touch. It seemed like grave injustice that your moments together would be so fleeting and short while your time apart seemed to stretch and go on for longer than you could bear before your heart would begin aching with longing. Yet you couldn’t deny that when you were together, however fleeting and temporary the moment appeared to be, it never failed to consume you whole.

Yet it wasn’t enough, never enough. Not anymore.

“You seem thoughtful, my starlight,” Lindir observed as his dexterous fingers coursed through your hair like a steady wave of the sea.

A long breath escaped your lips as you lacked the heart to tell him the truth; it was becoming harder to enjoy your moments of closeness for the thought of them coming to an end pained you too much. Unwillingly you were forced to admit to yourself that it was no longer enough as your heart ached for more. More time, more moments, more of him, more of this. More of everything.

“Your silence bears the signs of foreboding. Are you no longer content with being my intended?” his question felt like a sharp dagger through your heart.

You lifted your head off his chest and moved to sit up, your eyes taking in the sight of the sorrow that was plain on his fair features. How could you blame him for thinking you had grown weary of him when you knew he regarded you as nothing short of a miracle.

For someone who was looked upon with the utmost respect by his peers and fellow Elves, Lindir lacked the confidence and effortless grace which the others possessed. As High Secretary to the Lord of Imladris, Lindir ranked as the second most powerful and influential Elf yet he did not view himself as such making him utterly oblivious - whether by choice or chance, that remained to be seen - to the power residing in his voice and the meticulously written words of his quill.

“Your words wound me but not for the reasons you might think,” you said mournfully as your palm reached up and brushed lightly against the soft skin on his cheek.

“I did not mean to offend you, my love,” he spoke as his eyes searched your face, seeking out the hurt he had unknowingly bestowed upon you.

Another sigh escaped your lips as you shook your head at his ridiculous words.

“You fear I’ve grown tired of you while my heart desperately longs for more of you than our fleeting moments together. You fear I no longer wish to be your intended yet my soul aches to lace with yours,” you explained softly as your fingers took their time lightly tracing his features.

“I must confess, it has become unbearably hard to enjoy myself with you because I cannot help but dread the excruciating moment of your inevitable departure,” you admitted at last and dropped your palm from his face as shame washed over you.

Selfish you were, demanding more before it was time; guilty of secretly wanting him to disregard or at least delay his duties just to satisfy your greed.

“Is that really the truth of it?” he asked after a moment had passed, his voice on a brink of a faint whisper.

You nodded with your eyes pinned on your clasped hands on your lap, unable and unwilling to look at the most selfless person that ever was or would be. A true gift to his people and his Lord, yet shamefully captured in your selfish hands.

“I am not your miracle, nor am I a cruel twist of fate sent to lure you in only to discard you after,” you suddenly felt the need to explain to him, to convince him, that you indeed wanted him and loved him as much as you did, that it wasn’t all a grand joke of the universe made at his expense.

You needed him to see himself through your loving eyes, nothing short of that would erase his irrational fears.

“I am here, and my heart is yours to do with as you please as is my entire being. My only wish is that you find it in you to accept my devotion to you,” you whispered shortly before you dared to look up and find his gaze.

Lindir looked at you for what seemed like forever, not a single muscle moved on his face while his brown eyes remained pinned on yours. You weren’t entirely sure he was even breathing.

“Is that your sincere wish and desire?” he whispered while his face remained utterly unreadable.

“Yes.”

“Then I shall stay tonight and for all the nights to come,” for once Lindir spoke without any hesitation, his voice carrying the strong intent behind his uttered promise.

Selfish and unyielding as you were, you needed more than his words.

“Show me.”

You hadn’t thought it possible, you had plenty dreamed and fantasized about it but you hadn’t thought him capable or even willing of it. The way his eyes had darkened in desire and gleamed with ravenous hunger after the words had left your lips; the way his arms went around your frame and pulled you onto his lap where his mouth instantly claimed yours as he shed the last of his reserve.

You hadn’t dared to hope it was possible yet he showed you otherwise.

@tharan-duil @i-did-not-mean-to @missymoo02 @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore @aduialel @coopsgirl → Gif Source

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Imagine some of the elves of Middle Earth find out how easy it is to make you (a human staying in Rivendell) blush and become aroused.

They’re almost amazed how much their sweet words and light touches affect you. They begin to crave your flushed cheeks, the way your breath speeds up and the smell of your arousal. At first they were territorial and wanted you for themselves but now they know it’s better to work together.

At first they didn’t want to have sex with you, not wanting to spoil the seemingly innocent fun, but when Elrond fingers you and tells of how easy it is to make you cum, they all want to learn more.

Thranduil loves how submissive and good you are for him. You do whatever he orders and you look so pretty kneeling between his legs.

Glorfindel is amazed at how much your human body can take and how tight you feel around him. At first he worried he’d hurt you, but he hates the look and sound of disappointment when he holds back from you.

Elrond wants to make you cum again and again and again. He doesn’t care for his own pleasure, he just craves the way you cry out and beg him once you become too simulated.

Haldir loves to toy with you. Although he craves the way your pleasure-filled voice sounds moaning his name, it’s the foreplay and the way he can tease you that he loves the most. Sneaking up on you to hear your surprised sounds and then the way your breath catches at his surprising touches.

Legolas is a lot more playful then his fellow elves and loves the sweet noises you make. He loves to bounce you in his lap and listen to your sweet moans and giggles. He will give you whatever you want because he craves your sweet smile and look of admiration. Loves to feel your soft skin and stare at your pleasure-filled face.

Lindir plays you like a fine instrument, spending hours learning how to make you create certain sounds for him. He uses his fingers, mouth and cock so he can hear all of your sweet sounds. He’s not above begging you to be louder or to sing out for him.

[ragingbookdragon]

For What The Soul Yearns

Lindir of Rivendell x Reader

Word Count: 1.1K Warnings: None

Author's Note: I mean the elf is obviously gay my dudes -Thorne

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Lindir rides as gracefully as he sings, he comes to realize as they ride through the Ford of Bruinen. Lindir sits atop a sheer, golden steed, the hair of the horse shining in the sunlight as the elf leads it through the water of the stream. He, on the other hand, favored the black horse, something about the look in the giant’s eyes that said We are one in the same, had drawn him to it. He leads Lindir to an open expanse of trees, a secluded little area just near the edge of the Misty Mountains.

He's off first, helping the blushing elf down from his own saddle before they take a stroll, confident that the horses will simply graze in the nearby field while they take their time. He offers Lindir his arm, trying not to smile as giddily as he feels when the elf takes it and looks away with a smile of his own. The scent of pine fills the air, autumn brings the fall of auburn needles and ruby leafage.

Lindir looks radiant in the purple robe he wears. A different type of clothing than his usual garments, the plum-colored robe accentuates the hidden muscle of his slender shoulders, a leather belt tied around his narrow waist, with dark brown leather pants and boots to match. The robe, of course, in elven fashion does go to his shins, but it’s split up on either side of his leg to allow for better movement.

He had gone with his usual armor, could never be too cautious, but he did spend the entire afternoon shining it until the silver reflected his face back at him—and he last minute switched out his usual red cloak for a deep eggplant colored one. Which if by the earlier look on Lindir’s face when he saw the same color he usually wore meant anything, he was pleased, beyond, in fact. He did, however, forgo the helm.

It’s a few minutes of walking through knee-high, yellowed grass before they reach a spot where the grass is low enough that they can rest in it, and they do exactly that; he, sitting with one leg curled in towards himself while the other foot is planted firmly on the ground, elbow resting on his knee. Lindir sits in a slanted fashion, knees bent at an angle as his boots brush his rear from where he’s pulled them back to.

The evening is calm, a soft fall breeze shakes a few leaves loose from the trees above, drifting through the air without a care in the world. The evening sun sets far below in the valley, and they watch as the shadow stretches across the land. It’s peaceful here, just the two of them. There aren’t a million things to be paid attention to that draw either of them in numerous directions. There is simply the space between and the slow cooling of the evening as the sun sets.

He isn’t entirely sure what he wants to say to Lindir, but he decides, staring into the blooded image of the sun is best as he murmurs, “I almost thing I could sit here forever.”

Lindir nods quietly beside him, replying quietly as to not disturb the silence around them, “It feels as though all responsibility is far.”

“Because it is,” he jokes, smiling as the elf beside him chuckles under his breath and nods knowingly. Then, as the humor fades, the look of sadness comes over Lindir’s face. “What’s wrong?”

“You will eventually return to Lórien in the coming days.”

“Yes,” he agrees, understanding the sudden stop in the elf’s happiness. “I do still have my responsibility to Lady Galadriel. As you do to Lord Elrond.” He looks down at his right hand, quietly undoing the straps of the gauntlet before he pulls the silver glove off; reaching over, he takes Lindir’s hand in his own, calloused thumb brushing over velvet smooth skin. “But just because there is distance, does not mean I will stop thinking about you. Nor will it ever manage to bury the ever-burning desire to be beside you.”

He feels Lindir’s pulse jump a little faster when he brushes his pinky over the veins in his wrist. “You will think of me?”

“Every moment I am away from you,” he confesses, gazing at him. “It perhaps is too early to know or even divulge such a deep feeling, Lindir, but my soul yearns to be connected with yours in ways that nothing can ever untangle us from one another.” He lets go of Lindir’s hand, reaching up to gently take the elf’s chin in his grip, brushing his thumb over his bottom lip; Lindir’s lips part at the rough drag of his thumb, a breathless gasp escaping him as his heart thunders in his chest. “Lindir, I love you. And I want to be with you until the end of time.”

Lindir’s breath is warm against his skin, and the poor man tries for words but all that comes out is a pitiful croak, and he breaks into laughter as Lindir’s cheeks practically turn as red as the sun before them. “Stop laughing at me!” he whines out, but he is laughing too hard to even manage an attempt at stopping, collapsing back into the grass.

It is, a moment of happening a look at Lindir’s grumpy expression that has him calming his laughter and he rubs his silver-plated abdomen. “My stomach hurts.”

“Serves you right,” Lindir retorts, crossing his arms over his chest, looking into the sky. “It is not polite to laugh.”

He watches Lindir for a moment before reaching behind the elf and tugs at the end of his braid, waiting until he looks down. “Lay with me,” he encourages and Lindir’s expression breaks from the moodiness to pure contentment as he shifts forward and lays back, head tucked in the crook of his arm where the cloth covers his shoulder. Lindir shifts, gently resting his arm over his stomach and he reaches over with his gauntleted hand, a comforting weight resting on the elf’s forearm. His ungloved hand plays with a few stray strands of Lindir’s hair as they stare up at the slowly starring sky.

“We will need to go back to Rivendell soon,” Lindir murmurs, though the elf sounds as unwilling as he feels.

“In time,” he replies, turning to look at him. “I want to enjoy this time I have with you.”

Lindir gazes at him, heart in his throat as he asks, “You will send letters my way, yes?”

“I will send you so many letters that you will not have a place to put them.” He smiles, wanting to dispel the sadness. “Your room will overflow with letters from me. They’ll pour from the windows.” Lindir’s laugh eases the tension and he resettles himself on his shoulder, shutting his eyes as he lets the peace wash over him.

Yes, they will definitely need to return to Rivendell before true nightfall, but for now, they will enjoy one another’s company.

[nerdyelff]

I feel like Elrond growing up with a guy that lost his hand and also being a healer would do his very damn best to make Rivendel accessible to disabled people no matter what they're disability is.

Like imagine!

Wheelchair user(or anyone that struggles with stairs)

Elrond after helping them up the stairs: so stairs aren't a thing you can do?

Person: sadly no, I'm sorry for the inconvenience.

Elrond with loving dad vocie: No! No No! Do not apologize for being who you are! You are not an inconvenience! Tell me what else can be done to help?

Person: ramps would be a great help. Oh! And I know that one of my friends has a hard time with cabinets and doorknobs!

Elrond with a million ideas to make life easier: yes yes of course! If you think of anything else you must tell me! Have a good evening dear.

Later

Elrond bursting into Lindir's office with a stack of papers and ideas: Lindir! Get the architect! Rivendel is getting a makeover!

No fuss! No making disabled people feel guilty or weak! They just start noticing subtle differences! All doorknobs are now accessible, ramps that weren't there before just subtle changes to make their life easier and more comfortable.

[kat651]

Could you do a lil fic for lindir or haldir (whoever you prefer) where the reader finds they’ve never been kissed and decides to change that.

You smiled at lindir as he sat staring at the night sky. His hair looked like silk as the moon reflected off of it. You looked back down at your book, reading it in the dim candlelight. The book was on elven culture. A book you had found in the library. It was one of the few books written in English. 

As you read you found elves only loved once and that love lasted their entire lifetime. You liked at lindir. Had he ever fallen in love? Did he have someone he loved?

“You’re staring agin.” Lindir said, not even moving to look at you. 

You smiled and scooted over closer. Looking back down at the book and scanning the contents. 

Lindir looked at the page and then at you. 

You looked up at him. “Have you ever been in love lindir?” 

Lindir looked up at the night sky then you. “To be honest, I never thought I’d find love…” he stoped.  

“You… who wouldn’t love you? Your kind and caring, your funny and sweet… I-I’m sure you’ll the one…”

“I’ve already met my one…I just… don’t know if she feels the same…” 

“I’m sure she does.”

“Do you?”

 You smiled and scooted closer placing your hand over his. “Yes… I do…”

He smiled at you and his cheeks dusted over pink. “Y-y/n…” 

You leaned closer, letting your head fall onto his chest. You could hear his heart hammering in his chest and it caused you to smile. “Your heart is pounding…”

You felt a hand in your hair and you glanced up at him before placing your hand on his cheek. 

Lindir looked up at the stars, clearly thinking. 

“Lindir, what is it?” He sighed and his grip on you tightened. 

“Well I- theres something I wish to do but… I’ve never exactly well… done it.”

You tilted your head. “What is it?”

His thumb gently ghosted over your lips and you immediately knew what he wished to do. You placed your hand in the back of his head and pulled him closer, letting your lips land in his. “You never have to ask, just… kiss me…”

Lindir smiled and pulled you to his chest, kissing you passionately. 

[lovefairymina]

Lindir was just minding his own business, soaking in the large tub when y/n opened the door and came up behind him, discarding her dress and slipping into the water alongside him, immediately curling up agents his side. “I know I was gone for over a month, but I’m ready to give you all my attention now…” she then proceeds to gently place kisses on his cheek and nose before realizing he had fallen asleep in the tub.

she smiles before slowly moving him so his head is resting agents her chest. She then proceeds to play with his hair, slowly rousing him back from the realm of dreams. “I’m back love… and I have news…” she whispers, bringing his hand to her stomach, over the place their child is growing, waiting for it to all sink in.

Stirring wake as he felt the gentle tug on his hair, his eyes fluttering open to the warmth of your embrace. For a moment, he blinked in confusion, then a soft smile spread across his face as he registered your words. Once he did, his hand lingered on your stomach, the realisation slowly dawning on him. “You’re back... and with such news,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. A quiet chuckle escaped him as he nuzzled closer, his arms wrapping around you.

“I must’ve been dreaming, but this—this is better than any dream.” He pressed a tender kiss to your collarbone, his heart swelling with joy.

[imagine-all-the-elves]

Imagine Lindir always smiling whenever he's in your presence.

Author: @thatkgrl

Artist: haleyhss