#lord of the rings rings of power

[self-destructinganimal]

Thinking happy thoughts today on how, if I live long enough, and if Amazon doesn't go bankrupt, I will get to see a united Gil-galad, Galadriel, Elrond and Elendil & Isildur throw down the great deceiver.

I will be cheering

[foedhrass]

“Gil-galad was an elven king…”

The autumn colors 10 days ago were perfect for my Gil-galad cosplay, especially the cloak.

[valar-did-me-wrong]

I'm sorry Mr. Mike Aramayo, I CANNOT LOOK RESPECTFULLY!

[etherealeowyn]

“When you look at me like that my love, I don’t think I could do anything other than give in to you" - Elrond (Rings of Power) x Fem Reader

Y/n reunites with Elrond and explains that she doesn't want to be left behind when he goes on his journeys anymore.

Fluff

Word Count: 817

My requests are always open, so feel free to message me if you have an idea! I'll write for any character from The Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, or The Rings of Power!

All the trees surrounding the city of Lindon had turned into a series of warm orange and yellow hues. Fortunate were one’s eyes when the autumnal sun danced upon their leaves, for it seemed as if they were sparkling, making the already ethereal location even more stunning.

Y/n’s long blue velvet dress swept across the floor as she walked on the perfectly lain cobblestone path, her footsteps echoing through the open halls. Her eyes flickered from tree to tree, feeling a sense of immense happiness knowing she was once again visiting the place she loved so dearly. Delicately, she held a letter from her love, comforted by the knowledge that she would soon be in his arms.

Her elven ears slightly perked when she heard footsteps growing closer from behind. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips when she recognized that the steps were familiar, belonging to none other than Elrond.

“My love,” Elrond spoke, his soft voice breaking the near-silent atmosphere of the hall.

Swiftly he spun her around by the waist until her body was delicately pressed up against his. Y/n stood there momentarily, staring into his eyes, taking in all his gorgeous features before saying, “It feels like a lifetime since I last laid eyes on you.”

Elrond laughed slightly before responding, “I agree, a few months feels more like a year when I’m away from you,” making her blush.

“Promise me, you’ll never leave me again. Life is so mundane without you, I practically died of boredom.” Y/n joked, causing the elf to smirk at her.

Tucking a strand of her long hair behind her ear, he said, “I’ll try my best, but you know good and well that I can’t promise something like that,” with a laugh. “Middle Earth always has something in store for me that I cannot prepare for.”

“I can’t argue with that,” she replied, “But maybe Middle Earth will be kind enough to let us make up for the time that we have lost with each other.”

“I can only hope,” Elrond spoke, taking one of his fingers and delicately placing it under Y/n’s chin, before angling her face up so their lips could meet.

“Or…,” she began, wrapping her arms around the elf’s neck, “Perhaps next time I could join you.”

A mix of surprise and concern appeared on his face, this being the first time that Y/n had ever asked to join him on one of his missions. At the same time, he couldn’t help but imagine how much more enjoyable it would be for him if the love of his life accompanied him.

“I certainly wouldn’t mind that, but you must know that most places I travel to are riddled with danger. I’m not sure if I’d be able to keep you safe,” he replied, worry prominent behind his voice.

“Darling, I have immense faith in your abilities to protect me, quite frankly, I feel safer in your arms than here,” she spoke, looking up at Elrond through her eyelashes.

Y/n had grown tired of the long days and even longer nights spent without him in various elven cities, for she never felt at home unless she was by Elrond’s side. She was willing to follow him anywhere if it meant she’d be by his side.

“When you look at me like that my love, I don’t think I could do anything other than give in to you,” he said turning away for a moment to hide the rosy blush creeping onto his face.

“I’m well aware,” she replied taking one of her hands and gently caressing the side of his face, “Does that mean that I could go with you next time?”

“Yes… but on one condition,” Elrond responded grabbing her hand from his face and placing a delicate kiss on it.

“I’d do anything,” Y/n whispered hastily, eagerly wanting to know the condition that he had thought out.

“Would you marry me?” he asked, his grey eyes softening and brimming with pure love.

Y/n’s jaw dropped slightly at his question, before she immediately jumped into Elrond’s arms, letting him spin her around in celebration. When he finally set her down, she gently grabbed both sides of his face and brought his lips to hers, planting a kiss full of pure excitement.

“I’m going to take that as a yes,” Elrond spoke, with a smile pulling at both corners of his mouth.

“It’s absolutely a yes, a thousand times yes!” she exclaimed before the elf pulled a beautiful silver ring from his pocket, adorned with the most stunning moonstone that Y/n had ever seen.

She extended her hand and watched Elrond slide it onto her index finger, immense joy running rampant through her body, making it feel like she was floating.

“I can’t wait for our next journey together,” Elrond softly stated, wrapping his arms around Y/n in a loving hug.

[deus-sema]

What a pookie. I want to keep him in my pocket.

[strange-relics]

“Pity will not defeat Sauron.”

When I tell you how deeply that struck me, I mean I pointed at my screen and shouted and giggled stupidly and cried. Because pity does defeat Sauron. The pity of Bilbo Baggins. What an excellent line and nod toward things to come in the Third Age.

[thedeadtravelfast]

Galadriel: Yeah Sauron's back

Adar:

[margaux-saltel]

King and Queen Durin, Disa and their children

[septimaseverinawannawrite]

With Talk of Summertime

Fandom : Prime's The Rings of Power

Type : One Shot

Pairing: TROP!Elrond x Wife! Reader

Summaries: It's not easy to cope after slaining the Orcs, even a few decades ago. But, luckily, Elrond is there for you.

Content : Fluff. Established Relationship.

Warning: Angst. Depiction of mental health (PTSD). Depiction of gore. Hurt/Comfort. My first English poem it's silly please forgive me. My hypothetical Sindarin. My English (is my second language). Using of Y/N.

Rate: T+

Word: 1,810

A/N: This is my affection to TROP!Elrond. He is adorable, wise and nerdbrave, it hurts. 🥺🥺🥺. By the way...feel free to correct any mistake!

🌹Click to My AO3

You thought they would not disturb you anymore and any further.

But you were totally and completely wrong after all, what had you just seen and experienced them in your own sleep – dream.

And why did they wrong you now? Especially this time of the year, when you were supposed to be joyous and pleased with one-week long celebration; all days, all nights.

You had woken up when most of musicians, bards and poets – who had stayed up since the previous evening – were retreating to their quarters, sparred just undertone notes and tunes lingering in the air. Climbing out of the bed, hobbled out of the room to the door that led to a balcony, and you sat down on cold hard floor.

You stared outward, through the gaps between trees, leaves, and monuments, wanderingly and aimlessly: sat still right there without moving; even chill and frigid breeze from western wind that numbed on your exposed skins could not irritate you.

And you could barely breathe. Right here. Right now.

Little had you known was the moment you pulling a blanket out and moving away from the bed; your husband, the High King Gil-Galad’s Herald, Elrond Peredhel was returning back to the quarter – perfect timing. Since he must stay for the basis of courtesy and rank, until honourable guesses and the High King dismissing, while you had retreated earlier than him, when one noble elf from Eregion mentioning about recent irregularity nearby his house.

That was not supposed to aggravate you, as you ignored that tale.   

In spite of murksome bedchamber, Elrond sensed, no, saw you sitting on a cold floor in a mere thin and lucent nightgown. Dim light from candles outside the bed chamber cast hued shadow behind where you were; stiffen straight manner became crooking, knees closed up to a chin, both arms hugged both legs tightly – trying to protect yourself from what had lurked in your mind.

He removed the brooch and pin that hold his cloaked together and a leather belt of his sword, hung them on cloth-pole next to the vanity, before approaching you in quiet manner – afraid that he would panic you more than this presence.     

‘No, I am not really there, where the darkness and those abominably twisted creatures are; I am home, I am under the light of the Great Tree, bright cloudless sky with my beloved’

Closing your eyes, tears ran down along your cheeks, you started muttering the phrase, the reminder that kept you staying sane, quietly.

‘No, I am not really there, where the darkness and those abominably twisted creatures are; I am home, I am under the light of the Great Tree, bright cloudless sky with my beloved’

And kept breathing; breathed in the fresh air of this pleasant night, breathed out while continued the litany repetitively:

‘…No, I am not really there, I am home…No. I. Am Not. Really There…’

All indistinct pictures, even sounds and chilliness from earlier began to prevail, more and more distinctively. You shook your head, orally reciting them.

“I am under the light of the Great Tree…I am home…I am under the bright cloudless sky…”

Nevertheless, those visions and sound completed themselves right in your imagination, as if it was pulling you back in time:

Sword and daggers in your hands slew those abominable and twisted creatures – the Orcs – with rapid and sharp blows. Dark liquid splashed across your face, as the darkness crept around you…until you could not see anything but protruding eyeballs.

“…I am under the light…”

You whimpered, murmured, then started sobbing. The four sides of bedchamber’s wall squeezed you, both physically and mentally; the hitching breath, at the very first of this struggle, gradually became chokes and smothering.    

Seemed as likewise as the weir breaking out; pool of tears in your eyes’ sockets rapidly fell down along your cold cheeks, fisting the material of your nightgown tightly, you shook harder.

“No…I…I…I…” You tried reciting those words, even if they were almost smothering, “I am…I…am…I am under the br—”

Perilous completely blurred before your senses and your mind. Darkness and death, finally, overwhelmed and defeat the light that you persisting to seize with whole of your own body; they were impeding you from the smooth and soft voice ringing behind you, totally deafness.

“No! Silence! Stop…Please…Please don’t…”

Sniveling, cried and screeched like maniac, you pushed and teared a pair of big, yet soft hands which holding your shoulder and forearm.

“Y/N…”

“Let me go!”

“Y/N!”

“Hands off!” 

You shouted, wriggled and screamed in high pitch. Over and over. Again, and again. Gripping and tightened your skirt tighter, almost tore it down.

“Elen Nîn!”   

Then you heard the words; meant for only your ears, just yours alone. The voice that seems far and distance away gradually became clarifying. You woke. coming back to sense; not all, those illusion faded out, replacing by gentle and familiar face.

“I’m here…” Elrond had sat beside you, whispered softly, “I’m here with you, Y/N.”

“Meleth Nîn?”

Raspy voice slipped out from your quivering mouth, your eyes got wider, before blinking twice; dispelling wetness away.

“You’re safe now, my star. Those dreadful and horrific deeds are long gone, out of reach and far away.”

“But I see them…Grotesque, ghastful and—”

“Shh...Forget those monstrous terror, Elen Nîn. They can neither hurt nor haunt you now.

“Elrond…”

You still sobbed and whimpered; trying to take control over your own body again, nevertheless, tears kept traveling its path. All you could do now was closing your eyes.

Elrond tenderly pull the back of your head close to his forehead. He cradled your cheek, wrapped his other arm around your body like a blanket, murmured and solacing you:

“…Of what and where darker than darkness dwelt, with the grace of Elebereth; O luminous and light expand from her shining hands, over the sunless and moonless land – million sparkles through velvet sky, they fly…”

It was his own poem. The poem he wrote you after he confessed his heart out to you, and proceeded courting you, about two decades ago, but it never ceased to please your ears.

Meanwhile continued reciting fine proses and proses, he lifted you up, straight to the bed, before laying you down on soft and feathery mattress.

“Weep no more, my star.”

He lolloped beside you. An arm reached behind to hold you in his arm until his curls touching your skin, another one – caressing your hair – trail down your temple, nose, cheek, ear and chin.

Though looked up, meeting his orbs with yours; puffed red pair; pale face; messy hair and bruised fingernail marks upon your forearms, Elrond still reckoned that you were captivating him.

He smiled down at you, sealed your forehead with his plushy lips, continuing his verses:       

“For the time passes by, Kementari ploughs and pries, for tall trees and pines sprout sowing… In blooming, summer arriving, brightening every evening like eternal.”

You felt warmness of the world again, eventually. His gentle tone in his delicate and mild voice soothed your utmost core; you stopped shaking and shivering, breathing was much slower and more even, pursing lips unraveled into relax form, altogether with your feet.

“Darkness and winter but just the endless season on earth, my dearest.”

In Elrond’s embrace, you snuggled up to his chest, as you listened to the smooth rhythm of his heartbeats; they calmed your cadence down until it was grown closing to state of normal. Henceforth, you prolonged this one of his masterpieces. Your sound was less quiver – steadier:

“After the frozen and withered, as Tilion’s journey on the heaven above at endings of Springtime, and Anarien’s ascendant from the most eastern horizon beyond the sea; Summertime has begun…”

“…Summertime has begun…Yes…The Golden Leaves, and thin delicate Daisies to big Bignonias, shall wave countless shining gleaming colours onto greenery floor.”

He repeated the phrase, nodded leisurely to affirm your words. Both of you smiling to each other, giggling a little. 

For Elrond; your tears had ceased, beginning to dry and fading away under the light outside which passing through bedchamber – glittering like the million diamonds and plain golds around.

For you; Elrond’s face and expression were beautiful and much more softening, as always, when those haunted memories struck before getting the best out of you. His gentle touches and kindness brought the light – your eternal Sun – within you back again.

“Other glore to bloom, to blossom here and there.”

You sighed with delightful and pure bliss nearby.

“When you write the High King speeches under the Beech, I shall adorn you with orange’s blossom crown.”

“Then I shall write you more songs and poems, so we are going to be exceedingly indulging ourselves, under the golden light; tasting all sweet and sour berries, dancing and singing until we fatigue, and so, looking above the ocean of stars and listening to the sound of seagulls and the streams.”

“Elsewise, just jump into the streams and swimming with lovely creatures wherein they reside…” You purred, enchantingly, as he kept stroking your hair and brushing your face with delicate in every touch of his fingers “But you, no need to deliberate me about how they arriving this world, promise me?”

Elrond chuckled amusingly tinting with a little bit nervous. You knew the redness and hotness had been creeping along his face to his ears and neck already.   

“Don’t you treasure my attainment at all, Elen Nîn?”

“Oh…I do always more than treasure your intellect, Meleth Nîn, no doubt…”

You, at this moment were happier now, bent your husband head down, giving a long, but chaste and loving kiss upon his mouth, and could sense his wide smile spreading on your lips.

“Gi melin, i-galad e-guil nîn.”

You breathed, of course, unruffled now, playing with his curls on your face.

“No, Gi melin rovaer.”

He kissed back, shifting his weight down from your body, yet hovering those lips over yours.

“Should I trust the man who prepares and arranges words into numerous soul-propelling speeches?”

“Believe me, you would not let me roam this world without you forever, since your smile captivating me from that day, if you have never trusted me until this minute.”

“You wordsmith!” Merrily laughing out louder than earlier, you push him to his side. “Go get change, Meleth Nîn, or I would not let you lay on the same bed to me!”

Elrond stole one more kiss on your nose, warm and joyful grin still plastered on his face, before turned away and taking his outer robe off – again, turned toward, lounged on the bed, leaned in, and pecking your chin.

“Please bid me into your mesmeric dream…”

The consciousness that remained in you humming quietly to his appeal. Seem like the Valar heard his desire, so they blessed; you and your beloved now and forever did meet each other in same visions.

[self-destructinganimal]

Save me, Elrond with an angry, clenched jaw

[foedhrass]

I’m really excited about the new trailer that dropped yesterday and the second season which starts airing in only just about a month! What better occasion to post another photo of my Gil-galad cosplay that I made just prior to season 1.

Cosplay & edit: @Foedhrass

Photo: Goldiepond

[amathris]

ELROND

[storiesaplenty]

Coercion (pt. 2) ~ (18+)

Annatar (Sauron) x gn/Reader

The Rings of Power Masterlist

Part 1

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: Smut under the cut. Unprotected sex. Abuse of power. Sexual Coercion. No use of protection. Creampie

WC: 783

©️ storiesaplenty 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

Summary: Annatar calls for his favourite elf once more, needing more help, but this time in 'sending a message to the Valor.'

My time here was coming to an end.

Soon, they will all know who I am.

But I had one final task, that I needed to complete.

After that happened between them and I, I knew I had to have them one last time.

So I called them to my bedchamber once more.

They were eager to please as they sat across from me, their hands clasped in front of them, on their lap.

"I need your help once more." I told them.

"I will do whatever you need me to do, my Lord."

I smiled gently at them, having them exactly where I want them.

"I know you will. That is why I called for you once more, but this time I need to send a message to the Valor, and I can not do it on my own."

"Shall I be in the same position I was in before my Lord?"

I had to hold back a moan as that image flashed in my mind. My cock twitched beneath my fabric, ready to use them once more.

"This time, it will be something different. I need you to trust me."

"I do, Lord Annatar." They seemed to sit up straighter.

"If you do then I need you to follow all of my commands without question."

"I am here for whatever you need my Lord."

"Good." I stood up, walked towards them and held out my hand for them to take. They placed their hand in mine, and I helped them stand.

"Now listen to me carefully so I can send the message to Valor."

My hands were running up and down their back as I tried to sooth them.

"You must relax." I could feel that they were trying to relax as I placed my cock at their hole.

I didn't blindfold them this time, but I did have them facing away from me.

"Good. Now this part may hurt just a bit." I said as I pushed the tip in.

I could hear them let out a whimper of pain, as I bit my bottom lip to keep from moaning out loud.

I pushed inch by agonising inch inside their body. Their hole stretching to accommodate me as best as it could.

Once I was flushed against their bottom, I told them how well they did for me.

That I can now send a message to the Valor.

"Now I will have to move just a bit to speed it up, but no fret little one, this won't take long."

It wouldn't, not with how they are tightening up around my cock.

I pulled back slowly, and gently thrust back in, listening for any discomfort.

I wanted them at my mercy for as long as I could have them before they realise who I am.

"The speed of which I need to send the message will change. Just need you not to move and it will be all okay."

"Yes my Lord." They cried out as I started to thrust into them a bit harser.

I tried to keep my noises to myself, but when I heard them cry out my name, I couldn't hold back any longer.

I let out a lewd moan that I was holding in.

"Almost finished." I told them as I sped up my pace.

Sounds of skin hitting skin could be heard in the room.

The noises falling from their lips had me wishing I could pull out and cum down their throat once more, but this time, I wanted to finish in them as I claimed their body for mine.

"Lord Annatar, I feel funny." They whined, placing their head in their hands.

"Do not mind it. Let it happen." I grunted.

I closed my eyes as my teeth clenched as their hole started to flutter around my cock.

They came probably for the first time in their life and that had me bucking my hips one last time before I stilled.

I shouted out "VALOR." to make it seem like I was sending a message as I filled their still fluttering hole with my cum.

"You did well once again." I finally said as I pulled out of them.

I watched as my cum leaked out of them slowly.

"Now, this was just between us. Remember that." I told them as they slowly got off my bed.

"Yes Lord Annatar."

The both of us got dressed, they were silent and I paid them no mind.

As they reached the door to leave, they turned back to me.

"If you need anymore help Lord Annatar, please know that I am always here."

A soft smile came over my face.

"I will. Thank you."

[darkmessiah2000]

🎶Merry dol, derry dol, ring-a-ding-dillo

Sand flies in the grass, bees around the willow

Now let the song begin, let us sing together

Of sun, stars, moon and mist, rain and cloudy weather

Light on the budding leaf, dew on the feather

Wind on the open hill, bells on the heather

Old Tom Bombadil is a merry fellow

Bright blue his jacket is, and his boots are yellow

Reeds by the shady pool, lilies on the water

Old Tom Bombadil and the river daughter🎶

No Words…

[sailon-ishmael]

my old man yaoi agenda is currently manifesting in the form of my firm belief that celebrimbor and adar should somehow meet because they would definitely have lots to talk about, would probably have a really interesting dynamic, and also should kiss each other on the lips wait what who said that

[peachviz]

Elrond this, Adar that. Nope, that’s incorrect. It’s Arondir.