#lindir x reader prompt

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Snail you can't just say "any fandom" I can and will write for transformers with songs by steam powered giraffe don't TEMPT ME!!!!

Real talk though, my first thought went to Lindir or Thorin from The Hobbit (if you didn't know, he's Elrond's right hand and a musician in Rivendell, he doesn't get much screen time but there's a healthy amount of consistent fanon interpretations)

To the song "Come Home With Me" and/or "Wedding Song" from Hadestown and "Dancing and the Dreaming" from How To Train Your Dragon 2, respectively

(strap in, this will take a while)

My idea for the Hadestown songs has less concrete dancing.

Lindir meets the group travelling to the mountain and is flustered by a traveller with them. When the group eats Elrond (wise beyond comprehension and also a little bored and up for some wingmanning) introduces Lindir as their minstrel for the evening, claiming he can sing a song so beautiful you'll fall in love. In this Reader would be a little more boisterous and confident (being in a company of dwarves) and encourages him to give it his best shot. He sings a quick tune about falling in love but when he gets to the part about a proposal the dwarves start laughing at him and he flusters and trails off. You feel bad for him and also happened to enjoy his singing so you put aside your pride to prompt him with your own singing. Framing it as good natured teasing (so the dwarves don't relentlessly tease you), "lover tell me if you can, who's gonna buy the wedding band?" And he joins in and you bounce off each other. Eventually getting up to get in his space more to hopefully fluster him because the dwarves are enjoying how juicy this is getting and you feel a little in too deep now you gotta even the playing field. Only music is his specialty and he feels completely at home in the song. He eventually goes off on a beautiful riff that echoes across the table and manages to fluster you! Trying to get back some of your pride (he's visibly waiting for your turn again) you begin to slightly dance around him, brushing an arm against him here and there and leaning closer to ask who'll make the wedding bed. Naturally flustering him.

The other song (Dancing and the Dreaming) happens when the company stop for a night (you've been travelling with them) and naturally start singing as they love to do. Some dancing kicks up around the fire and you've had your fun with Oin, Bombur and Dwalin and even the brothers Filli and Killi, but Thorin refuses to dance at all. The others notice and (conspiring, having noticed their leaders "hidden" affection for you) ask him to sing a song. Just him, not them. Well, maybe it's the the warmth of the fire, the atmosphere of joyous singing and dancing, the long journey. Or maybe it's the way you smile at him with stars in your eyes, refusing to stutter in your gaze as if he is the most important thing you've ever seen. He sings a love song. Slow and hesitant and a little quiet because he's nervous, he picked a song from human culture - purely a random choice, nothing to do with the idea that if it conveys his feelings he might satisfy the longing to whisk you away on a dance. But it just makes his voice rasp more and you're leaning in closer to hear him, his heart skipping a beat. And then he gets to the part where a woman would join and trails off. Leaving an awkward silence. Until you join in with your voice. The dwarves laugh joyously as the beat picks up and their infectious energy and your smile and reciprocation gives him confidence to jump up and dance with you as you skip in circles. It's a folk dance, circling around each other, swinging away with your hands intertwined to twirl you back to each other's embrace. When the song ends abruptly you're facing each other, hands held and chests brushing with your panting breaths, grinning and breathing each other's air.

Listen. Listen.

You listen here.

Lindir.

Immediately yes.

(it's the fact his og fan name was Figwit until he was named 💀. That brings a smile to my face)

And the song recs?! The way I'm already attempting to perfect For the Dancing and the Dreaming irl for a wedding in 6 weeks (my baby brother).

Thorin dancing, Thorin dancing, Thorin dancing.

LOOK AT YOU WRITING FULL PROSE. MY WORD, SNAIL!!!

You are just coming in with all the beautiful thoughts. I adore you for it.

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Fìli Durin

Kìli Durin

Bofur

Ori

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Pippin Took

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Legolas:

- Elven Instinct - Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind - Epiphany - Courting a Human (Headcanons) - Fear of the Future - Adventurer from Earth (Headcanons) - First Kiss 

Maedhros: 

- Out of the Woods - Don’t Leave Me - Don’t Care If You Leave - Stop Pretending - Jealous - Light in the Dark - Jealous Headcanons

Finrod:

- I’m pregnant - You Come and Wake Me Up at 4am, To Cuddle - Finrod x Pregnant!reader (Headcanons) - Used to Be Mine | Part 2  - Choose Me

Thranduil: 

- Tolerate It - To Meet Under the Stars - In the Fields of Poppy - Same Spirit, Different Body - Too Late - Begin Again

Meludir:

- Don’t Cry - Small Surprises  - You Wake Me Up to Cuddle

Elladan:

- Champagne Problems | Part 2

 Glorfindel: 

- Lovely to be Rained on with You - Is that my Shirt? (Drabble) - Not so Hopeless (Drabble) - You’re Mine and I Don’t Share (Drabble) - To Lose is to Die

Haldir:

 - Please Don’t Cry. I Can’t Stand to See You Cry (Drabble) - Stop Biting that Fucking Lip (Drabble) - Meeting Haldir (Headcanons) - Rewrite the Stars 

Lindir: 

- Being in Love (Headcanons) - The Fickleness of Mortals - Return to Me | Part 2

Orophin:

- General Headcanons - Bite Me - Cruel Summer 

Erestor: 

- High Fever

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Lindir x Vampire reader

“If I told you the truth of who I am, you would hate me.” (Prompt)

Mellon nin: my friend 

“Two more sheep were killed last night along with a horse, we are running low on live stock.” You heard Lord Elrond say to Lindir as you pressed your ear up against the door. You frowned and tears ran down your face. You didn’t want to kill them but you were starving. 

That had been three days ago…

You sat quietly in a corner of the library watching as Lindir read a book. You could hear his heart beating from across the room you licked your lips subconsciously before gently sinking your sharp fang into your bottom lip. You were hungry and with every passing second you grew more hungry. You loved him yes, but your want for blood was driving you mad. You shifted in your seat and Lindir looked up, his deep brown eyes meeting your face. “Y/n, is everything alright?”

His voice almost pushed you over the edge of your quickly dwindling self control. “Everything is fine, Lindir…” you lied. 

He set down the book and walked over to you, his robes swaying slightly as they did. He gently placed his hand on your cheek. You could feel his pulse. You whimpered slightly and Lindir frowned, gently stroking your cheek. He was driving you mad and he didn’t even know it. 

“Lindir please, not now…”

His frown deepened and he pulled up a chair. “Y/n… what’s wrong?”

You looked away from him, trying to ignore his heart beating which seemed as if it were in your ear. 

You looked at him with shame in your eyes. He gently took your hands. “Y/n, what bothers you?”

You closed your eyes and let out a whimper. “I-if I told you the truth, you would hate me, Mellon nin…”

“I could never hate you.”

You frowned. “And you can’t help me with my situation…” you mumbled as your eyes fell upon his neck. You could see his veins there pulsating with every beat of his heart. 

“Y/n… you worry me.”

You bit the tip of your tongue with your right fang, hoping that the taste of your own blood would sooth your ache for his, it did not instead it only became worse.

“Y/n, please…”

You looked into his pleading eyes and sighed. “Lindir, I’m hungry, but not for food, I’m hungry for something else, something far…sweeter…”

“Like a desert? Wine? Tea and honey?”

You shook your head. “No I’m hungry for-”

“I’ve got it, the ginger berries I brought well snuck you last week.”

You shook your head. 

“Then… what?”

You moveded closer until your lips were mere inches from his. 

“Y-y/n?” He asked nervously.

You smiled. “I’m hungry for…you…” was your whispered response before you pressed your lips on his. 

He gave off a muffled yelp before pulling you closer and running his fingers through your soft hair. 

You pulled away and gently kissed his neck. “But I can’t have you… you’d hate me if I told you the truth of what- who I am…”

He kissed your soft lips again. “Y/n, I would never hate you…”

“Even if I was a blood-thirsty monster?” You asked. 

“Y/n, you’re not a-” he stoped mid sentence as you grimaced, flashing your fangs. You gently licked one of them and Lindir gulped loudly. 

You waited for him to shout for the guards, to grab the sword from the set of armer next to him, for him to hit you. But he did none of those, instead he gently cupped your face in his hands and he pressed his lips on yours. “You’re beautiful…” you whispered before he tilted his head back, exposing his neck. 

You hesitated a moment before kissing his neck and slowly moving your tongue in small circles. “Well? Are you gonna bite me or not?” He whispered. 

You smiled and sank your fangs into his neck, drawing a small amount of blood. He gasped and then went limp as you slowly sucked his blood. He let out a tiny moan and clawed your back. “A-am I going to become like you?”

You drew back and licked the blood from his neck and your lips. “I would never make you endure this curse, never being able to step into the light of the sun, always wanting blood, always starving. Food is good yes, but in order for me to live I need blood, I could never turn you into a monster like me…”

Lindir placed his lips on yours. “I’ll gladly give my blood if it means you’ll stay alive.”

You frowned. “Lindir, I need more than just a taste to survive, I need much more…”

His eyes widened. “It was you! You killed the cattle horses and sheep! Y-you drained them of their blood you your a-a…”

“Monster?”

He shook his head. “I’ll find you food, but you can’t go killing the animals.”

“Lindir I didn’t want to kill them I was starving! If I didn’t drink their blood I would die.”

He gently placed his finger over your lips. “As I said before, I will find you food, don’t worry…”

You smiled and gently sank your teeth into his neck once more, only taking a little, you didn’t want to weaken him from taking too much blood. 

Lindir sank to his knees and you fallowed him, taking his blood as slowly as you could, enjoying every drop. 

You heard metal scraping and you looked up to see lord Elrond standing with his sword drawn and wide eyed. “Step away from him.”

You retracted your fangs from Lindir’s neck and he fell limp in your arms. 

Elrond’s eyes widened even more when he saw the blood on Lindir’s neck, it slowly trickled down. 

“You better pray he isn’t dead or the death I give to you will be slow and painful, you wretched monster.”

Tears pricked your eyes and you clutched Lindir close, using the body of the elf you loved as a shield. 

“Let go of him.”

“And expose my body as an easy target do you think I’m mad?”

Elrond glared. “Well you obviously aren’t in your right mind that’s for certain.”

Lindir’s eyes fluttered open and he looked up at you, his hand slowly landing on your cheek. “Y/n, you didn’t have to bite me so hard, you know that, right?”

You looked down at him and the tears in your eyes fell, hitting his cheek. 

He sat up and gently wiped away the tears. “Hey I’m alright, you didn’t hurt me I promise, I know you would never hurt me…”

“Lindir! She just drank your blood doesn’t that scare you?!?” Lord Elrond shouted, fearful for Lindir’s health. 

Lindir looked over and gasped when he saw the sword. “My lord, please put the sword away, she means no harm.”

“She drank your blood!”

“Because I let her!”

“You what?” Elrond asked, sword falling from his grasp. 

Lindir rose and you did as well. “She was starving, she knew she couldn’t keep going after our livestock so she came to me for help, and I knew what had to be done,” Lindir looked at you. “Sometimes we have to make a sacrifice for the ones we love…”

You blushed and looked away. “Lindir,” you murmured trying to hide the redness in your cheeks. 

Elrond looked between the two of you and sighed. “Lindir do you really love and trust her?”

Lindir looked at you, gently cupping your face in his hands. “Yes, I do.”

You smiled and hugged him, burying your face in his chest as you slowly took in his scent. 

Lord Elrond picked up his sword, sheathed it and walked to the door. “Oh, and y/n,” he said, pausing in the doorway. “I would recommend finding another food source, the livestock is running low…”

You buried your face further into Lindir’s chest, inhaling deeply. “I’ll find a way…”

-.-.-

One hundred years later, all of Rivendell knew your secret and none of them hated you. In fact, you became a guardian of Rivendell, Gandalf had found a way for you to spend small periods of time in the sunlight and you used that time wisely, scouting for any dangers and hunting down wild animals. There were so many right outside of Rivendell they you didn’t have to kill them. You only took a little from each, so both you and they survived. 

As for Lindir…

“Come on! Jump!” The little elfling shouted. 

You shook your head as your husband plunged into the water along with your twins a boy and a girl. “Lindir,” you said smiling and shaking your head. “I had twins, not triplets…”

Lindir swam over to the dock and pulled himself up. “Come on, it’s a perfect day for a swim!” And with that he pulled you into the water. 

Your children were blessed. They were half vampire, meaning they drank blood yes, but it wasn’t essential for them to live. They could stay in the sun much longer than you, they just burnt easily. 

You splashed Lindir. “That’s for pulling me in!” 

Yes your life had turned out the be great in all the right spots. 

“Cannonball!” Elrohir shouted with his twin brother, Elladan right behind. Very few could tell them apart and your family was amongst those few. Even though they were over two thousand years old, they still behave like children at times. 

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Lindir x OC

At the last hour, @fleurdemiel-145 has sent in a slew of prompts. I'm always happy to write for someone, so here is my short ficlet about Lindir (who might be Maglor, who knows?) meeting his salvation.

Prompts: ennemies to lovers, soulmate, mythical creatures, fairytale, one bed, mutual pining, meet cute...

Why didn't you say so ?! - Are you very sure ? - What's the next step ? - Oh you ARE strong ! - Make me...

Pairing: Lindir x OC

Words: 1,6k

Warnings: Solitude, trauma, carrying a woman down a hill

“Don’t be daft, honey!”

Zahra pulled her shoulders up as if that could protect her from the devastating blow of her friend’s cold, cutting words.

“It’s just a book!” Standing at the foot of the small hill, girded in swirling mist, the group with which she’d set out on this hiking trip stared up at her impatiently.

“You can go ahead without me,” she called back stubbornly. “I’ll catch up soon enough.”

She called them “friends”, but—at the end of the day—they were just a ragtag group of people who were all desperately trying to outrun their respective lives and problems by trekking through the wilderness in search of a peace that stubbornly evaded them.

Huffing and puffing, the others ultimately left without a second glance, leaving Zahra behind as she stood, perched precariously on a small rock, overlooking the rolling fields pensively.

At their last stop in a sleepy town, three days ago, she’d drifted into a cosy bookshop where she’d found herself inexorably drawn to a dusty, evidently well-read second-hand edition of local fairy tales.

Once upon a time, she’d loved that kind of story, and she’d been unable to withstand the instinctive attraction of a fond memory from her past.

An avid reader whose imagination knew no bounds, Zahra had consequently devoured the tome at once to the point where her companions had started mocking her for trying to read even while walking.

At first, she’d been well aware of the whimsical nature of the charming, fantastic tales, but—as the road wound on and on through dense forests and across gurgling streams—it became increasingly harder to draw the line between the landscape unravelling under her weary feet and the scenes of drama and doom playing on repeat in her mind.

When the group had halted in a sunny clearing earlier in the day, she’d skimmed through a narrative she’d already read thrice to pass the time, and—looking up from the yellowed pages—she’d suddenly glimpsed the silhouette of an old ruin on a nearby hill.

Even now, as she struggled up the steep, slippery slope, Zahra couldn’t quite believe how perfectly the description in the book matched the forlorn spot beckoning to her.

The rational part of her heart and soul winced as she looked around hopefully—her friends were right, there would be no mystical king of yore holding court in his hall of fog.

She was simply wasting everybody’s time.

“Hello?” she called softly, feeling utterly foolish.

The air around her seemed to ripple and flicker for a moment, and then a warm, melodious voice said something in a language she didn’t understand.

“Hello?” she repeated and stepped through the curtain of wavering grey. The bleak weeks she’d spent on the road had made her wary, though, so she gripped the small utility knife she’d taken from her belt a little tighter.

Too often, her sweet, trusting nature had led her astray in the past, and she’d learned how to survive on her own the hard way.

The mist parted, and the most beautiful creature she’d ever seen stepped out as from a different realm.

Tall and ethereally slender, the vision of dark hair and pale skin seemed to glow from within. At a glance, she could discern the unusual shape of its ears and the alluring curve of its smile, and her heart started pounding in her chest.

Half-dream and half-nightmare, the anthropomorphic being kept walking towards her, dark eyes alight with ancient wisdom and long hair flowing in a non-existent breeze.

Zahra gasped in surprise and shock.

“No, no, don’t distress yourself!” the being exclaimed, lifting two long-fingered hands to show that he—for his build and demeanour suggested a male—was not even trying to reach for the impressive sword hanging from his narrow hips.

“It’s been a long time since last someone came here,” the stranger mused in the same pleasant, oddly enchanting voice. “Who are you? I heard someone call you ‘Honey’. Are you a beekeeper?”

At that, she scoffed in disbelief. In the stories, fairies and cursed princes were usually smart and suave—they didn’t ask silly questions.

“Well, are you?”

She shook her head. “I’m neither a flower—for which I was named—nor am I a beekeeper. That’s not how names work.”

“It is where I come from. So tell me, Lady, what brings you here?”

Zahra blew up her cheeks—how was she to tell this fantastical apparition that she’d been led into a wild goose-chase by an old book?

“Who are you?” she asked instead of answering, suddenly aware that she’d put herself in tremendous danger. No doubt, her friends had already continued their way without her, and if this beautiful man was not a mystical fairy king but a very mundane murderer, she’d be in serious trouble.

“They once called me Lindir.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Are you sure? Are you very sure? I’ve never heard that name before.”

“I’ve not heard yours at all,” he gave back sharply, his dark eyebrows puckering to mimic her expression of bated hostility in the face of an unexpected ambush. “I am who I say I am, at least partially.” “Are you cursed?” Zahra asked, deeming that caution was a luxury she could dispense with in the current situation. “Or why are you all alone here?”

“My people have left, yes,” Lindir replied, a shadow of age-old sadness and undeniable guilt rippling across his handsome face. “And I don’t know how to join them.”

“Why didn’t you say so?” she cried out, letting her rucksack slip from her shoulders and extracting the accursed book from it hastily. “I know exactly how to help you.”

His dark eyes zeroed in on the cover, and his stern mouth fell open in astonishment. “You’ve found it,” he gasped. “I’ve been looking for that!”

“It was not for you to find,” Zahra, who’d read more fairy tales than she’d ever admit, informed him haughtily. “According to the legend, someone else has to help you.”

“And I have to accept that help,” he groaned, lifting a pale, slender palm to his forehead dramatically. “Oh, the Valar really have an odd sense of humour.”

He sighed before turning his compellingly deep eyes back on her distrustful face. “What’s the next step then, oh Mistress of the Book?”

Used to being ribbed, Zahra curled up on herself once more.

“Sorry, that was unnecessarily cruel. It seems that I’ve forgotten how to be civil, even to the fairest of maidens. Ages of loneliness will do that to you. Forgive me,” Lindir admitted sheepishly as he extended a conciliatory hand to her.

As her mystified gaze swept along the horizon searchingly, Zahra debated whether she wanted to catch up with her so-called friends at all. All her life, she’d yearned for an adventure, and she was loath to forego the one that had fallen into her lap in favour of her travel companions’ insipid conversation.

“We have to find a place to sleep tonight,” she declared, wishing she had a map to see how far it was to the next village. “Do you have any money?”

Lindir shook his head, bemused and a little ashamed. “What are you even?” she asked as she pondered the perilous descent down the hill ahead of them—the light was fading fast, and the verdant grass had been as slick as mud on the way up already. She didn’t want to think of how undignified any attempt at getting down again would be.

“I’m of the—” he bit his lip. “I guess you’d call me an ‘Elf’? Is that correct?”

“Long hair, pointy ears, otherworldly beauty—yeah, I think that might be the right term,” she acquiesced quietly, her mind still consumed with purely logistical matters.

“Then I’m well afraid that one room is all we can afford,” she finally scoffed, eyeing him critically.

“I don’t mind sleeping with the horses,” he replied with an air of noble self-denial that made her chuckle under her breath.

“There are no steeds, good Sir. We’ll have to walk…well, first, we must get off this blasted hovel!” Zahra grimaced in dismay.

“Allow me,” Lindir smiled. “I’m quite strong. In the absence of equine support, I’d be honoured to serve as mule and destrier to Milady.”

His pompous tone made Zahra laugh anew. “You’re a funny one,” she giggled and then squealed when he lifted her into his arms and bore her down the hill effortlessly.

“My,” she breathed. “Oh, you are strong indeed!”

When they reached even ground, she expected to be thrown back on her sore feet, but Lindir kept going as if she and her pack weighed nothing at all.

“Set me down,” she prompted. “I can walk!”

“If we’re to share a room tonight, we might as well get better acquainted,” he replied calmly as his stride grew bolder with every step. “What is your name?”

Breathing in his clean, slightly floral scent, Zahra realised that she felt as inescapably drawn to him as she had to the book. Mayhap, this laughably improbable meeting had been fated.

“Very well,” she said, leaning back in his gentle embrace. “Tell me all about you and your people!”

Lindir sucked his teeth. “Make me,” he teased. “For every question I answer, you shall owe me an information in return. We have miles to go before the next settlement, so we shall have more than enough time to find out why you were chosen to find one who’s evaded detection for so long. Let’s start with your name!”

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Thank you so much for reading, my beloved!

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[sotwk]

Final Call: Valentine Mini Event by SotWK

Announcing last call for requests! 💌 Open for asks until 2/28/23, 11:59 PM PST. 👍

Welcome to my first-ever mini writing event! (Is that the right thing to call it?) This is a Followers Appreciation Event, and therefore open to Followers only. Anon asks for this will be deleted; non-followers will receive a "please follow me" message. <3

Just like Valentine's, short and sweet, here's how it works:

Select your favorite line from the prompt list below.

Send the line to me in an Ask, along with the male LOTR/Hobbit canon character of your desire.

I will respond to your Ask with a Character x Reader romance drabble featuring that exact line (verbatim)!

One request per ask/message, but send as many asks as you wish!

Deadline to submit asks: February 28th.

A few reminders:

Characters I write best for: Thranduil, Legolas, Elrond, Lindir, Haldir, Thorin, Fili, Boromir, Eomer.

No Silmarillion or RoP characters, please.

Reader will default to female, but if the story doesn't require much gender detail, I can try to keep it gender neutral.

Please be patient and understand that there is no guaranteed delivery time for these fics. I will do my best, but they will be written and completed as time and inspiration allow.

Thank you for your interest!

Here is the first work I have completed and posted in response to this event: "The Task of Living" (Thorin x Reader). As you can tell, I have trouble keeping things brief.

(Bonus gratuitous GIF! 😉)

[heilith]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤️

Hey, thank you so much! :)

If you don't mind, I'd rather go with the recent less popular ones, which I think have turned out ok. Better than I expected, lol.

1. No Time For Love (Thranduil x reader) For the prompt “A kiss, followed by more, that trail down the jaw and neck". Tw: blood. 2. Two is too much (Boromir x reader or Faramir x reader, a pick-your-poison kind of a situation) For the prompt "Imagine being a member of the Fellowship and after the Ring Quest, half of the Fellowship wants to set you up with Faramir and the other half wants you to pick Boromir." 3. Something with no title, but with a jealous Boromir. :) A self-challenge. One of those things that are probably trash as is, but could end up being a nice story, if continued. Tw: injuries, the aftermath of Amon Hen. 4. Bottled Up (Lindir x reader). A dearly loved THAUC22 collaboration piece, with the cutest art ever by my partner. Tw: nosebleeds For the prompts "Musical Bards and Their Heroic Muses" and "Imagine finding out that Lindir has never been kissed". 5. A jealous Haldir. No title. There must be a system here. :)))) For the gif prompt as follows:

Thank you again and enjoy! :)

[themerriweathermage]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers (◠‿◠✿) (if you feel like it!!)

Oooooh! Thanks for the ask!

LOTR/THE HOBBIT

Bards & Beans Coffee Co.

Elrond X Fem! Reader

The Captain of the Kingsguard

Feren X Plus-Size Siren Fem! Reader

Summer Rain

Lindir X GN! Reader

INTO THE BADLANDS

Whiskey and Cinnamon

Baron Quinn X Bren (OMC)

Warbringer

Baron Quinn X Leoric (OMC)

6 notes - Posted March 21, 2022

#4

The fact that you wrote a Celeborn fic makes you my favorite person ever! Nobody ever feeds this addiction for me!!!

I LOOOOOOOVE CELEBORN!!! Personally I think he's an underrated character but I never see any content for him because everyone ships him with Galadriel (I mean, fair tho; they are a legit power couple). But I mean...

Ugh, he's perfect. Feisty, feral, Doriathian Prince goodness.

7 notes - Posted March 17, 2022

#3

10 crushes from 10 fandoms

I'm having a cackle cause I saw @errruvande and @mor-wen doing this and just had to join in. Am I even in ten fandoms?! Probably not. Too bad we're not ranking them from most to least problematic (aka Bren has a history of liking the bad guys)

Baron Quinn (Into the Badlands)

2. Jayne (Firefly)

See the full post

17 notes - Posted August 31, 2022

#2

How am I expected to be normal about him?

Just...

See the full post

28 notes - Posted October 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

In this house we stan Celeborn, Feral Prince of Doriath.

Lord of Lothlorien

Lord of the Galadhrim

See the full post

30 notes - Posted October 7, 2022

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[runawaymun]

Hi hi! I dont know if its ok to send more than one request but i like your writing so much, i couldnt resist lol, if not then feel free to ignore this one~

I need more fluff in my life fr, fem! reader struggling with social anxiety and insecurity (totally not projecting) stuttering, avoiding everyone, tremors, sweating, the whole package- with anyone other than family. They end up meeting and working alongside Lindir, Erestor and Glorfindel in Rivendell where they sadly arent familiar with anyone and gets super homesick. (Platonic or romantic completely depends on how you think it would go!) Have a great day! 💕💕💕 Side note: Moving to a new place is really lonely.

You can absolutely send as many as you like! Thank you so much for the compliment 💖 I hope this works for you, my friend! Honestly we can all use more fluff in our lives. All these bois are so soft and I love them so much  🥺😭 

 Here goes: 

Lindir

Lindir is the first person to greet you when you come to Imladris. As Lord Elrond’s assistant and steward of his house, he feels responsible for you and wants to do his best to make you feel at home, making sure that your room is well-furnished and comfortable when you arrive and immediately asking what you need to personalize it, and finding everything to the best of his ability.

If there is something you want that isn’t immediately available, he’ll ask one of the many skilled artisans in Imladris to make it for you, or if they aren’t able to or don’t know how, he’ll try and order it in on one of the shipments to the Valley. 

He’s really shy and fretful himself, and so it's super awkward between the two of you at first. Like-- painfully awkward-- because he recognizes and empathizes with how you feel and wants to help, but is way too anxious to do much other than interact with you in a professional capacity. 

But you can sense that there’s something very warm and friendly behind his own overly-proper pleasantries that he clings to when he’s nervous. 

He worries when you don’t seem to make any friends and keep to yourself at mealtimes, but he understands and doesn’t try to push you into anything.

One afternoon everything just becomes too much for you. You’ve stumbled over all of your social interactions and can’t stop beating yourself up about it, and you miss home so much it physically hurts somewhere inside your chest. You can’t even make it to your room before you’re in tears, so you end up hiding in a back corner of one of the secluded gardens, hoping no one will hear you cry. That’s when Lindir finds you.

He’s still very awkward about it, but he can’t stand to see you so upset and so he comes over and sits next to you and asks you what’s wrong, and he doesn’t much mind whether or not you’re able to tell him. He just sits there, present with you (maybe a little anxiously), and offers you one of his neatly-pressed white handkerchiefs.

And then he’ll finally blurt out: “I understand just how you feel” in one, tumbling mess. He adds that he doesn’t fit in very well either and he often feels insecure and worries what others think of him. But he’s quick to reassure you that no matter what lies you tell yourself, you haven’t given anyone any reason to dislike you and he’ll list all the reasons he admires you. 

He’ll offer to fix your hair for you and he lets you take your time before going back to your day. If you want a snack or something nice to drink, he’ll make sure you get it.

And after that, he’s sure to check on you regularly and say hello to you when the two of you pass each other. And soon the two of you become fast friends, sharing in that incredibly strong bond that forms between two anxious people who know that the other person accepts them just the way they are. You become each other’s solace when social interaction becomes too stressful and overwhelming. 

You end up using each other as an excuse to get away from anxiety-inducing situations, developing a knack for knowing when one of you is overwhelmed so the two of you can go somewhere quiet to calm down. 

Just...ugh...absolute besties. 🥺 

Glorfindel

Glorfindel introduces himself to you on your very first morning in Imladris. He knows everybody in Imladris, and everybody knows him, so he’s absolutely delighted to see a new face. He assumes you’re just passing through, but when he asks you quietly tell him that no, you’re here to stay. He’s thrilled and immediately wants to know everything about you, but backs off as soon as he realizes how terribly anxious you’re getting. 

Since he knows you’re new, he makes a point to say hello to you and ask how you’re doing every time he sees you. He always has a bright smile and a compliment for you. He isn’t deterred when you can’t work up the courage to say anything to him. He knows he’s a little intimidating and he’s aware that you’re anxious, so he doesn’t ever try and drag you into conversations or take up too much of your time. 

Whenever he notices that the other elves and non-elvish visitors in Imladris are making you uncomfortable (they all mean well, but you have such a difficult time making friends and group-interactions are fraught with all sorts of pitfalls for you-- especially when it comes to how badly you stutter when you get anxious), he devises some reason to lure them away from you so that you can have some space. And he’s very good at doing this without making it seem like he’s doing it.

Eventually he works up the courage to drop by your room with a plate of pastries (he has a sweet tooth and can’t think of a better gift) and knocks on your door. When you open it, he holds out the plate and immediately says: “I want to apologize for making you so uncomfortable on your first day here!” And of course he has to gush about the cinnamon rolls he’s brought you. 

He asks if there is any way he can make you more comfortable, and offers to introduce you to some of Imladris’ quieter residents so that you can make some like-minded friends.

He continues to keep an eye out for you and comes to check on you whenever he hasn’t seen you in a while, just to make sure you’re doing okay (and he always brings sweets).

As you become more comfortable around him, he gifts you a gentle horse that he helped train, and offers to teach you how to ride. He promises to show you all of the best hiking and riding trails around the Valley and offers to take you stargazing anytime you like, as it’s a favorite pastime of his.

He’s always ready to listen if you need to talk-- especially about missing home. He understands completely! He misses Gondolin and is often struck with sea-longing for Valinor, but he’s bound to Middle Earth until his quest here is complete. The two of you swap stories about your homes and the people you miss, and he’s very good at knowing just what to say whenever you’re feeling especially lonely or sad. 

Also he is an absolute snugglebug. You just have to say the word and he’ll shower you with affection: hugs, forehead kisses, cuddles, the whole works. He’ll even offer to spend the night with you if you don’t want to sleep alone.

Which of course turns into something a little more than friendship... but he’s respectful and keeps his distance, waiting until you’re completely comfortable with him before he even asks if you’re interested in him.

He’s thrilled when he learns that you return his feelings, and he’s so attentive and protective when the two of you are in a relationship. And he dotes -- making sure you have everything that you could ever want and then some, and makes sure to look after you whenever you’re having a bad day. 

Erestor

Erestor takes the longest of the three to warm to you. He’s swamped with responsibilities as Elrond’s chief advisor and isn’t exactly the friendliest of elves-- and you find his grouchy, prickly demeanor daunting, so you try to stay out of his way as much as possible.

It’s Glorfindel that introduces the two of you to each other. He and Erestor are the best of friends and Glorfindel thinks the two of you would get along, if you could just get past Erestor’s grumpiness and Erestor could take five minutes out of his day to talk to you.

Eventually Glorfindel convinces Erestor to let you help him out with his office duties. It’s quiet work where you don’t have to talk to anyone. Mostly filing things, organizing, cleaning, and running small errands for him. Erestor really appreciates that you aren’t super chatty and eventually the awkward silences between the two of you morph into something much more pleasant. Both of you are grateful that there are no expectations of being sociable. 

As time goes on, the two of you start to swap little facts and stories about yourselves. Not too much, just little things here and there when both of you feel like talking.

He always asks if you’ve eaten anything, if you’re sleeping enough, and whether or not you need to take a break. He’s also super perceptive and will insist that you take the day off to do something that makes you happy whenever he notices that you’re feeling extra tired, anxious, or sad. 

Like Glorfindel, he keeps an eye out for you and notices whenever social interactions start to become overwhelming. He’ll rush over and bark some commands at whoever is bothering you, sending them off on some errand or reminding them of appointments or responsibilities that they’re neglecting. And, like Glorfindel, he’s very good at making sure that it never looks like he’s doing it for you, so no one ever gets mad at you for it. Everyone just always complains: “Ai, Erestor’s in a foul mood today!” which is nothing unusual so he doesn’t mind taking a hit for you. 

He never gets upset with you when your anxiety gets the better of you and you start to stutter or shake. He just listens patiently. He doesn’t rush you. And he always asks if there is anything he can do to help. 

He’s really awkward when it comes to reassurances and compliments, but he tries. A+ for effort.

He also sneakily asks Elrond if he has any herbal cures for anxiety, saying it’s for him and passing them along to you. 

Like Glorfindel, he understands homesickness. He’s an excellent listener and is really good at sitting quietly and being present with you when you just need a friend to chill with.

[sanisse]

sanisse’s kinktober event rules

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Below are a list of prompts. These are first come, first serve. 

You can request any character or pairing you wish. Whether that’s a reader insert or a ship pairing you like. I will be accepting one request per each prompt, but characters/ships can be requested multiple times.

please try to be courteous and don’t send in a whole bunch (maybe max 2 to be safe until we get this thing filled out more). Let other people have a chance to have a turn. 

Characters from the Silmarillion, The Fall of Gondolin, the Lord of the Rings, The Rings of Power (I characterize people a bit different based on the show > specify if you’d specifically like a rings of power version of a character (i.e. Gil-Galad, Elrond, Celembrimbor...), etc. are all valid. Same rules apply: I don’t really write dwarves, hobbits, or orcs...nothing against them, I’m just not good at writing them. If you’re not sure about a character or ship, feel free to ask! 

All ships must be safe/sane/consensual and of age. Not up for debate!

PROMPTS (will be posted in no particular order. To be updated with assigned pairings & requester tags) 

vouyerism AND/OR exhibitionism - FEANOR X READER (anonymous) 

mutual masturbation - GLORTHELION ( @esteemedbastard )

size difference kink - MAEDHROS X READER (anonymous) 

pegging - FINROD X READER (anonymous)

threesome - RUSSINGON X READER (anonymous) 

mommy kink - LINDIR X READER (anonymous) 

mirror sex - FINROD X READER (requested TWICE, by two seperate anons lmao) 

body worship - Chef’s choice of top!Female Elf x Reader (GALADRIEL, I choose YOU.) - ( @creativity-of-death )

daddy kink - FINGOLFIN X READER (anonymous) 

sadism/masochism - MAGLOR X FEM!READER (anonymous) 

soft dominance - ELROND (yeAHHHH BOI) - (anonymous) 

power imbalance - THRANDUIL X READER (anonymous) 

blindfolding - ECTHELION X READER (anonymous) 

blowjobs - GLORFINDEL X READER (anonymous - with an instructional bent, which is really fun!) 

handjobs - FINROD X READER (anonymous) 

consensual nonconsent (consent play) - CELEGORM X READER (anonymous) 

degradation kink - THRANDUIL X READER (anonymous) 

uniform kink - ECTHELION X READER (anonymous) 

breathplay - MAEDHROS X READER (anonymous) 

praise kink - RUSSINGON (anonymous) 

overstimulation - CARANTHIR X READER ( @strategic-wombat )

spanking/impact play - MAGLOR X READER (anonymous) 

hero worship - GLORFINDEL X FEM!READER (anonymous)

boot and leather kink - THRANDUIL X FEM!READER (anonymous)

substitution - GLORESTOR > substituting in for Ecthelion (Anonymous) 

getting caught - SILVERGIFTING ( @antares0606 )

cock warming (1) - RUSSINGON ( @medusas-hairband )

breeding kink - FEANOR (YEAH!!!!) X READER - (anonymous) 

cock warming (on here twice. I’m cheating. I’m very fond of this kink) - ELROND (TRoP) X GN!Reader - (Anonymous) - 

orgasm denial OR ruined orgasm - CURUFIN X READER (anonymous) 

brat taming - CELRONDUIL (anonymous) 

[elithilanor]

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Love asks and comments! I’m happy to have you here! Love requests and prompts!

All consent, all the time! Only consensual non-con and even then I’m unlikely to write it without a lot of discussion

No minors/underage. I will block ageless/blank blogs that follow me.

No incest (parent/child, siblings, etc); half of them are cousins somehow that’s just the silmarilion for ya

Preferred queer/LGBTQ+ pairings and fic asks

Currently not accepting OFC or fem reader insert fics. Gender neutral or masc OC and insert fics (or just gen) are great!

No extreme violence, gore, or sa

No Haladriel (Halbrand/Galadriel)

I’m not super well-versed in RoP except Elrond, so that’s a factor. I’ll let you know if that changes

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Haldir:

NSFW Alphabet

Tattoo Imagine

NSFW Haldir’s Return Home

Rescue Imagine

Holding Each Other Imagine

Non-Sexual Kneeling HC

Meadow Minor Expansion on Non-Sexual Kneeling

Some Haldir Baking HCs

Injured Partner HCs

Submissive! Haldir:

Sub! Haldir with Domme OFC HCs

Comforted by your Elvish Partner During Sensory Overwhelm Series:

Elrond, Haldir, Arwen

Tauriel, Arondir, Thranduil

Legolas, Glorfindel, Lindir, Erestor

Celeborn and Galadriel

Elrond:

Fem! Elrond & Reader with Broken Glass

Tauriel:

Exiled Imagine

Sapphic Arwen:

NSFW Basics - Short Imagine

NSFW Full Alphabet

Delayed Gratification -Smut

Rúmil:

NSFW Alphabet

Rúmil x Trans Masc Smut Drabble

Glorfindel:

NSFW Alphabet

Erestor x Reader x Glorfindel:

Triad Soft Summer Sun Imagine

@sotwk Haldir Requests:

Typically featuring more masc Haldir, fem reader, straight relationship, less/no nsfw, Haldir in line with her Haldir hcs vs my own

Pregnancy Reveal - Eleniel - Daughter of the Stars

A Warden’s Love, A Healer’s Kindness to be updated with the newest version until it’s finished

Other Headcanons/Meta/Asks

Helcaraxë and Trauma Response Humor

Elves Painting Their Nails / Gender Discussion

Elvish Braiding Customs Ask

Favorite Middle Earth Characters Ask

Lórien Bois HCs

Elves with a Visually Impaired/Blind Partner

[lilyofthesword-writes]

Finding His Voice

Request by @lespaceboi

Pairing: Lindir x Reader

Word Count: 640

Warnings/Disclaimers: None.

A/N: I going to be honest. I have never written for Lindir before and had to do some research. Hopefully I did him justice. Set during the events of The Hobbit. I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible. There is a part where Kili uses “My Lady” when addressing the reader. It’s the only time it is brought up and is used during the joke ripped from the movies that dwarves can’t tell the difference between male and female elves. Feasibly, the same argument could be applied for Kili and the reader.

Masterlist

The ever stoic, purse-lipped Elrond always had trouble hiding the warm smile that threatened to overtake his face when he came across you and Lindir together tucked away in the library while looking over ancient texts or one of the numerous gardens to gaze at the flowers as though they were starlight. Nearly every time, he would spy your fingers intertwined with one another. Yet, the moment a new presence was known, you would separate as though you had never been close in the first place.

You two thought you were clever in keeping your relationship undisclosed. Elrond, however, knew Lindir all too well to not notice the subtle change in his demeanor when you were around, and it was his closeness with the ellon that allowed him to understand why there was such secrecy. Lindir was much too shy. It had already taken him decades to ask you. That much Elrond knew. He had played a discreet hand in nudging Lindir in the right direction, one that did not involve the younger elf shielding himself behind Elrond’s shoulder. But also making the relationship public at the same time? The poor boy would have keeled over from all the praise and attention.

Yet, in this moment? Retaining a straight face was even more difficult with Thorin and his company running amuck. Lindir sat across the table from you, jaw clenched harder than mithril and ears redder than the strawberries on his plate, as the dwarf Kili (or was it Fili?) attempted to charm you. As much as he was annoyed by the dwarves’ behavior since their arrival, Elrond still found himself greatly amused.

Perhaps now, Lindir would finally announce your courtship.

“I must say you are the loveliest elf here, my lady.” Kili inched closer, a wide grin splitting his lips. He gestured towards the musicians playing at the other end of the table. “Even lovelier than the lady playing the harp.”

By the Valar, it took everything in Elrond to not choke on his wine with laughter.

Your lips twitched, threatening to curl into a smirk. “That is my brother,” you deadpanned.

He wasn’t.

The brazen dwarf was wearing down your polite attitude. Your quip had barely caused Kili to pause his conquest.

Elrond could see a couple of scenarios playing out. Either you would calmly excuse yourself from the table or you would allow this to continue before you-

“She is spoken for.” Lindir shot to his feet. His voice was nearly devoid of its usual timid nature.

Realizing what he had just admitted, the rouge of his ears bled to his face and dusted his cheeks. Silence filled the end of the table. Your eyes grew wide and lips parted in shock. Then, a kind of fuzzy determination filled his eyes as his gaze locked with yours.

“M-meleth nin,” he stumbled in recovery and cleared his throat. “Would you c-care to join me in the library?”

After a moment of processing, the tension that gripped your body from the start of dinner melted a way to be replaced with a bright smile.

“That would be wonderful.” You eagerly leapt to your feet. “I recently archived a few new books you might be interested in.”

Lindir met you as you rounded the table, leaving behind a baffled Kili. You linked your arm with the ellon who looked as though he had been blessed directly by the Valar.

As he led you away, Elrond could not hold himself back anymore. He raised his wine goblet, prompting the table’s attention to turn to him. “To Lindir finding his voice!”

The guests erupted into a cheer led mostly by Thorin and company. Elrond took a sip of wine, hiding the smirk that he allowed himself as he witnessed Lindir quicken your journey down the hall to the library.

[eunoiaastralwings]

Do you think you could write a small fic with lindir and the reader kinda like that scene from httyd 2 "For the dancing and the dreaming" like that sorta thing anyways thx! 👍

featuring lindir x neutral gender reader

fandom tolkien the lord of the rings

a/n since for the dancing and the dreaming wasn't very elvish form of a romantic song I used one in a million by the platters— hope you don't mind nonnie.

Lindir didn't know what to believe. . .

You were really standing in front of him? 

Or was life throwing laughs at him for a second time?

When you gave him a watery smile— Lindir was more shocked.

Was it really you? 

The one he set his heart one so long ago.

The one whom he courted and lost to evil.

The one he was ready to marry.

Lindir blinked and set his foot on the shores of the undying lands.

You, Y/N, the one he thought he really lost forever stood in front of him— awaiting with open arms.

"Y/N?" 

He asked. 

His voice low and unbelieving.

"After all this time, meleth" you said.

Slowly, you walked over to him.

There were tears in your eyes, but they were tears of happiness.

Your wait had come to an end. 

You beloved ellon was here now.

"Come, meleth nin. Not only myself, but many was waiting your arrival."

Then, you led him to those he called kin. 

But his eyes were still on you— still shocked.

You had been killed during the kidnapping of Lady Celebrian— and he had thought you would break your courtship for not fulfilling his promise in protecting you. 

His guilt ear him away his fea every passing day— slowly killing his aching heart.

Linfit had failed to protect you, the one whom he was ready to marry and call his own unti the end of time itself.

When you pulled yourself away to a quiet corner, Lindir excused himself from his lord and lady— he followed you.

You led yourself out into a small him— your beautiful hair shining and your smile— oh how much he missed it! 

When you busied yourself in the tiny room— gathering more food and water— Lindir noticed the small harp in the corner.

His fingers strummed the instrument gently to a very familiar note to your eyes. 

You gasped— a single note bringing back a thousand memories— the young days of your courtship.

Lindir blushed and strummed it again. 

With a deep breath, he gathered the much needed confidence and started to sing— a song of love, fate and heaven— one he wrote for you.

"There is one in million like you. A dream in a million come true. I confess that I really don't know why, but I know that I glow like I do. . ." 

The ellon slowly made his way over to you and you gulped— oh how much you longed hear your songbird again.

"Only once in a lifetime is par, to find someone rare as you are, but now you're around. I have really found, that there's one in a million like you. . ." 

Lindir stood behind you, fidgeting with his hands. 

He was nervous— of course he was.

The lyrics were clear even though his voice wavered a little— afraid.

His voice was near your ear and tears gathered your eyes. 

The song he wrote you as a gift— you dreamed of hearing it again— dreamed of Lindir singing these words to you again.

Now he was and your heart floated.

"Fate was surely kind to help my heart find, someone like you to be my love. I give thanks each day, that you came my way, way out of heaven to try love. . ."

Lindir sang again and reached for your hand.

"Yes once. . ." 

He prompted the next verse for you and squeezed your had reassuringly. 

Lindir had hoped you would join in already. 

He hoped you would remember the lyrics he stayed up many nights writing only for you.

These were his words of 'I love you for eternity.'

But he signed when you didn't continue and slowly let go off your hand. 

He tried swallow down the pain— of course you had given up on your courtship now, he has fialed to protect you after all. 

Which person in their right mind would continue to live with someone like him? 

Lindir turned away and regretted even the thought of singing.

"Yes once in a lifetime. . . you know. . ." 

You quietly started and Lindir froze suddenly, then quickly looked at you again— his eye filled eyes wide.

"Above heaven starts below, though it may be rare, you and I will share, this love that had happened to a few. For there's one is a million like you. . ." 

You slowly turned turyour songbird and let a few tears fall.

Lindir immediately cupped your face and brushed him away to place his forehead against your forehead. 

Then you both sang together with Lindir's hands carefully resting on your hips. 

"Fate was surely kind to help my heart find, someone like you to be my love. I give thanks each day, that you came my way, way out of heaven to try love. . ."

You giggled despite your tears and threw your arms around his neck — both of you lost in each other — gently following his led in a delicate dance. 

Lindir smiled— finally having the chance to hold you again.

"Yes once in a lifetime you know, above heaven started below, though it may be rare, you and I will share, this love that has happened to few, for there's one in a million like you. . ."

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[mismaeve]

Be My Mistake

↳ Be My Mistake, Lindir x Gender Neutral Human reader Requested by @iamnotyourmusebitch, also tagging my wife @tharan-duil The Song: Be My Mistake by The 1975 Warnings: Angst Word Count: 1.7k Backstory: You have fallen in-love with Lindir but it frightens you so you keep pushing him away until you end up having pushed him too far. A/N: This darn song. This is apparently the direction the song took me to in terms of the story. I apologize in advance for putting poor Lindir through a ringer, but I tried to make good in the end. I love Lindir so much, he's so precious! But yeah, I cried several times. Enjoy! P.S. I'll give him extreme amounts of fluff in the future to make up for this. Pinky swear! → REQUESTS, Gif Source

Y/N couldn’t help but notice Lindir’s absence from the feast, more so, it was very unlike him to miss the merrymaking that followed, after everyone had filled their bellies with the delicious food that had been overflowing the long tables. With a furrowed brow, they stood leaning against one of the intricate pillars while nursing a goblet of wine between their palms, their mind trying to work out what would keep Lindir from attending the festivities. He wasn’t one to miss hearing a good song, not until now apparently. An unpleasant feeling was beginning to form at the pits of Y/N’s stomach, a tiny voice inside their head telling them that something was wrong, or that something bad was about to happen. Or was already happening for all they knew.

Y/N beckoned one of the messengers and asked him kindly to see if he could find Lindir for them. Their eyes followed the messenger elf as he rushed to fulfil his task, leaving Y/N to play the game they loathed above all else – the waiting game.

After several goblets of wine that made the waiting a little bit more bearable, the messenger elf returned with news of Lindir. Y/N learned that he had escaped to the gardens which were always empty around this time of day; and had respectfully refused to attend the festivities no matter who it was that demanded his presence. Y/N was left to ponder Lindir’s words after the messenger elf had respectfully bowed and taken his leave. The sinking feeling inside their chest was growing by the minute until they could no longer bear it and decided to head to the gardens to find the elf whose presence they found themselves craving like never before.

The gardens were indeed deserted, just like Y/N knew they would be, save for the darkhaired elf sitting on the cold stony steps with the light of the moon illuminating his sorrowful face. Y/N stood there quietly as they admired the lone elf, with his head tilted back in a way that looked like he was gazing up at the stars. Y/N couldn’t help but admire him and how utterly serene he looked, clad in moonlight and the warm summer air, Lindir appeared to be someone straight out of a magical tale.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Lindir sighed as he dropped his gaze, the current sight of him taking on a form of sadness and grief. Suddenly the air around them felt charged with sorrow and despair, prompting an involuntary shudder to course throughout Y/N’s entire body. They took a step towards the sitting elf and shook their head as if to shake off the feeling of foreboding.

“I know. I should be enjoying the festivities, dancing, and singing the night away with you,” Y/N tried to sound cheery despite the altogether depressing chill in the air around them. Yet when Lindir failed to respond, it only added to the gloomy cloud looming above them. Y/N waited for him to say something, most anything, but Lindir never so much as gave an audible breath, let alone utter a single syllable. Y/N’s body shuddered again as their mind was racing with possible ideas of what was causing Lindir’s brooding levels to surpass even those of lord Elrond.

“I fear you have have been spending too much time with lord Elrond for-,” Y/N started but was interrupted by Lindir’s soft voice.

“I am leaving Rivendell,” the darkhaired elf announced suddenly yet did not seem interested in giving Y/N a further explanation of why or for how long, or where he would even go. Y/N blinked in surprise save for the sinking feeling in their stomach that had told them earlier that something bad was going to transpire.

“Why?” Y/N took notice of how quiet and uncertain their voice sounded as they demanded to know the cause for Lindir’s sudden departure. They felt their heart begin to pound faster, driven on by the fear of losing the one they had been relying on for company and comfort.

“I no longer wish to be your so-called mistake,” Lindir muttered into the silent night, his words piercing Y/N’s heart like a sharp dagger and causing their breath to hitch in their throat. A wave of hot and cold washed over them as they stood there flabbergasted by his words.

“Mistake?” Y/N breathed out as their mind raced with trying to understand where this was coming from, and why it was happening to begin with.

“Is it not what you said last night? Or any other night for that matter? That you wished nothing more from me than to simply be your mistake?” Y/N watched as Lindir got up from his seat on the steps and offered them a hurtful look which sent yet another dagger through their already bleeding heart. “You cannot even remember, can you? Truly, a small wonder there considering the amount of wine you enjoy with your supper,” he continued as his brown eyes searched Y/N’s face for any signs of recognition to indicate that they knew and understood what he was talking about.

“I can no longer afford to wait for you in my chambers, hoping your loneliness would bring you to my doorstep,” Lindir sighed once again as his eyes gave up on searching Y/N’s face and instead glanced up at the glimmering stars. “I’ve come to realize that I am not your mistake, but perhaps you are mine,” he whispered to the darkening skies in a voice that broke something in Y/N. Tears welled in their eyes as Lindir’s words, as true as they were, were tearing them apart on the inside, twisting and wrenching their heart with the realization of how cruel and inconsiderate they had been towards him, how utterly selfish and self-indulgent towards someone who had been nothing but kind and loving. Y/N stood frozen as wave after wave of burning shame washed over them. Lindir was right, he wasn’t their mistake, they were his mistake from the very beginning, from the very conception of their relationship.

“You cannot leave, Lindir,” Y/N managed to choke out as tears streamed down their cheeks, burning, and bruising their skin in their wake, reminding Y/N of the pain they had caused.

“I cannot stay either,” his voice was quivering as he appeared to be forcing the words to leave his lips. “Not at the expense of my heart,” he added in a mournful whisper which sent another painful jolt through Y/N’s already breaking heart, prompting an involuntary sob to escape their lips. They knew he was being serious, he meant what he said and that unless convinced otherwise, he would leave never to look back. The thought of losing him, especially because of their own selfish needs, was growing to be more and more unbearable.

“You cannot leave because I am,” Y/N paused and bit their lip while desperately trying to find the right words. “Because I am scared, Lindir,” they breathed out after a moment’s silence. Lindir only shook his head, refusing to look at Y/N.

“I’ve acted less than admirably; I realize that now. I’ve had no right to treat you the horrible way that I did, but I couldn’t let you find out the truth,” Y/N tried their best to explain why they had pushed Lindir away and led him to believe that they had no feelings for him. “The truth of me being a coward, incapable of even admitting the truth to myself, let alone you or anyone else for that matter,” Y/N continued. To their relief, Lindir turned around and his brown hues found theirs.

“Nothing short of a miracle could ever excuse and forgive my poor behavior, I know that, but I had to push you away because the alternative was too frightening for me to accept,” they took a step closer to Lindir whose gaze remained pinned on them, the darkhaired elf following every word that Y/N said.

“Pray tell, what would be the frightening alternative?” Lindir’s voice sounded more guarded now than it had been earlier, but it still bore the heavy notes of the deep hurt that Y/N had caused him. They also knew that unless they were completely and utterly honest, Lindir would leave, and they probably would never see him again. That alternative was ten times as terrifying than the one they were currently referring to.

“The fact that I love you, more so, the fact that I have loved you for quite some time now,” Y/N told him truthfully and watched as surprised settled in Lindir’s brown eyes, making the elf appear to be taken aback by this sudden declaration.

“You what?” was all Lindir seemed capable of choking out as his eyes grew wider still.

“I love you, Lindir, and I’ve never been so afraid in my entire life. It scares me so because I feel how real it is, how consuming it is. I didn’t know what to do with that,” Y/N lowered their gaze before dropping it to the ground entirely. As freeing as it felt to finally reveal the truth that they had hidden deep inside them, the shame and guilt of their foolishness proved to be heavier. They stood there in silence, embraced by the quiet night and the inner longing of their hearts. Moments had passed until Y/N finally heard Lindir move, yet they dared not look in case he had decided to leave, but when the steps grew closer, it prompted Y/N to lift their gaze and notice that Lindir was nearly right in front of them.

“Silly, do you understand how silly you’ve been?” the brown-haired elf muttered more to himself than to Y/N when his palms clasped Y/N’s face and he leaned in to kiss them. Without a single thought, they wrapped their arms around Lindir’s frame and pulled him closer as they returned his kiss.

“Forgive me, I’ve been so stupid,” Y/N was choking out in between their kisses as Lindir continued to rain them down upon their lips.

“I love you and I don’t want to lose you,” Y/N begged as tears continued to stream down their cheeks, their hands going to cup Lindir’s face after their kiss broke and his brown eyes were staring into theirs.

“If love was easy, there’d be no mistakes but sometimes it takes a mistake to realize our true feelings,” Lindir murmured as he leaned his forehead against Y/N’s. “Alas, there’s no need for further mistakes for me to know that I love you too.”

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AU-gust Mash-up

Dearest, I shall be super busy with S&D, but I'll try to get a few of these in...

✺ Locked in a room - Let me help you with that - T4T Nerdanel x Fëanor with art by @mysandwichranaway

✺ Lindir x reader (many prompts) for @fleurdemiel-145