#lorien elves

[mushroomates]

How do I we know the elves don’t have cows?

short awnser: we don’t. to my knowledge, it’s never explicitly touched on.

where would they put them? in the trees of lorien? in the caves of mirkwood? the only one i could see making a case for is rivendell, but we don’t (to my recollection) ever see or hear of them.

why do i, personally, think elves don’t have livestock? elves don’t strike me as the time to domesticate animals, especially for meat purposes when hunting is an important part of their culture- they just don’t hunt as often any more bc sauron killed the ecosystem and the game is scarce, so they choose to forgo it (see post below:)

that being said. should there be wild cows, i could see an argument being made for using their milk. same thing with wild hens. but i don’t think elves domesticated any animals so much as live in harmony with them.

[imagine-all-the-elves]

Imagine Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel accidentally summoning you to Middle-earth.

Author: @thatkgrl

Artist: Tim Kirk (detail)

[lightly-lumiere]

Okay but like, Middle Earth competing in Eurovision. Think about it.

Hobbits are Ireland, kind of forgotten sometimes until you remember that they lead in wins, have several bops

The dwarves maybe Slavic countries? Like really starting to get good recently

Gondor is the U.K. amazing in its glory days but has gone through a huge dry spell, Sam Ryder is Aragorn who redeemed them

Rohan is Denmark, nice soft rock and really slap every so often

Elves are other Scandinavian countries obviously

Lorien elves are Sweden - like slay the competition most of the time, certified bangers

Noldor elves are Norway - beautiful songs, mix modernity and tradition

Greenwood elves are Finland - straight up weird hard rock, life of the party

✨Please add on✨

[allbycharles]

Dont tell me Rivendell elves were not laughing on Lorien elves for living on talans...

Also Lorien elves making jokes about low iq of people who have houses...

Rivendell elves then pointing out Lorien used to have houses and then one day went bonkers...

Lorien elves getting pissy and trying to get Mirkwood on their side.

Mirkwood elves showing both of them their middle fingers and continuing in their drinking game.

Rivendell and Lorien promptly making peace because they AT LEAST DO NOT LIVE IN A FCKING CAVE!

[kat651]

elves having sensitive ears (pt 2)

Celeborn:

he slumped into a seat and ran his fingers through his long white hair, pushing it out of his face as he let out a long sigh and looked down at the document in his hands, scanning the content.

Celeborn pushed his hair from his face again and it fell and he sighed, clearly he’d had a long day.

his hair continued to fall in his face, agitating him more and more. You chucked and walked over, pulling his hair out of his face before becoming mesmerized by the softness.

Celeborn glanced at you before looking back at the document. You smiled and tucked his hair behind his ear, causing him to drop the document and grab your wrists gently.

“y/n, the ears of and elf are far more sensitive than you could ever imagine…”

your face heated up. “I’m sorry!”

Celeborn gave you a soft smile. “I never said I didn’t like it…”

Haldir:

you came up behind him as he was sharpening his sword, this was the only time you could ever catch him off his guard.

you pulled the hair from his face and placed a kiss on his cheek.

you watched his lips go into an o shape before he fixed his composure. “I assume your prepared for war then?”

“war? Why are you always so seriou-” next thing you knew you where in his lap, his lips on yours and sword long forgotten.

“if anyone sees me like this, I’ll never live it down…” he mumbled as he fell onto his back in the soft grass, tour lips still on his.

your arms went around his neck, getting lost on his hair. Your lips left his and blazed a trail up his jaw until you reached his pointed ear, nipping at it playfully. he grabbed the back of your shirt in two fistfuls and let out a whine that he tried to suppress.

you knew instantly that you’d found his weak spot and planed on using it against him when needed.

pt one here

[7soulstars]

My Incorrect Universe #96

*before courting Thranduil*

Me: *trips on the ground*

Thranduil, scoffing and in a mocking tone : haha, how clumsy, could you be any more foolish?

*later when no one is around*

Thranduil : *stomping the ground* who do you think you are?? WHO IN EVER LOVING VALAR DO YOU-

--Few years later--

Thorin: I can’t believe you talked to Thranduil without getting so much as a glare! Most people can’t even look in his general direction without some kind of threat.

Me: I mean, it would be a little weird if he did. We are engaged after all......

Thorin, who thought he had a chance: “....YOU’RE WHAT?!”

Legolas,a rogue Gimli tucked under his arm pit: YOU'RE WHAT ?!

Haldir and Lindir, from behind the trees: YOU ARE WHAT ??!

Elrond: YOU'RE WHAT ?!

Me: why are YOU shocked?? You watched him propose to me??

Elrond, recalling himself screaming as he witnessed Thranduil get on one knee that day: I'm still recovering from the trauma-

*Legolas still trying to process what I just announced*:

[n0tamused]

🏹Haldir at Helm's Deep

As promised, from last night. If I had more time/energy I would've colored this too.

Close up under the cut .

Version without the arrow too bc I wanted to see his face.

[earthlybeam]

I am wondering if you got anything fluffy or sweet for Haldir by any chance to spare for my poor starving soul?..👉👈 Maybe how courting him would be like and him braiding our hair and vice versa💕💕 anything you give me honestly, I'll eat it up, I eat all of your writing like a fine meal which it is

I hope you enjoy this sweetie ✨🫶☺️❤️‍🔥

how would the elves react to this?

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Haldir Version is below.

🏹𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓭𝓲𝓻

➳ Haldir’s nature is often seen as reserved, stoic, and fiercely protective. But beneath his stern exterior, he is deeply caring and holds immense loyalty toward those he loves, though expressing his affection is not something he does lightly. When it comes to courting someone, especially someone he cares for deeply, Haldir’s approach would be filled with moments of quiet tenderness, often understated, yet infinitely meaningful. His love would not be loud or extravagant but quiet, steady, and deeply sincere. His actions would speak louder than his words, and the little, intimate moments you share with him would be where his true heart shines through.

➳ The Start of Courting Haldir At first, Haldir is not the type to rush into showing affection. His guarded nature makes him take small steps toward showing his interest in you, often in subtle ways. He might start by finding reasons to stay near you—perhaps sitting close while in meetings or walking beside you during daily activities in Caras Galadhon. His actions would be deliberate, his movements measured, yet there’s an unmistakable warmth in his gaze when he looks at you, even if he doesn’t say much.

➳ Haldir would likely begin courting through acts of service, offering to help you with something mundane, like gathering supplies for a journey or securing your safety when you’re out in the forest. There would be a quiet assurance in his words when he speaks to you, not forceful but purposeful. Every word is weighted with intention, a promise that he would protect you and stand by you, no matter the circumstance.

➳ Braiding Hair Together One of the most intimate and tender acts Haldir could offer in a relationship is braiding your hair. Elves are skilled in the art of hair braiding, and for Haldir, it’s more than just a gesture—it’s a way of showing trust and affection. He would ask to braid your hair in a soft, almost hesitant manner, aware of how personal this act is. It would be quiet, peaceful moments spent together, with him gently combing through your hair, fingers brushing your scalp as he gathers the strands. His touch would be careful, as though handling something precious. There would be moments where he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, a subtle smile fleeting across his face as he watches the braids take shape. The process would be slow, deliberate—each braid a mark of his care for you. If you were to return the favor, braiding his hair in the same gentle way, Haldir’s usually reserved demeanor would soften. He might stiffen at first, as he’s not accustomed to such vulnerability, but as you continue, he would relax into your touch. His expression might be stoic, but the slight softening of his features would betray his appreciation.

Fluffy/Sweet Haldir Moments

➳ Quiet Strolls in the Forest: Haldir would take you on quiet walks through the trees of Lothlórien, not rushing to speak but allowing the peace of the forest to surround you. His hand would occasionally brush against yours, a small touch, but meaningful. He doesn’t need to say much; the silence speaks volumes about his comfort and closeness with you.

➳ Small Acts of Care: After a long day of duty, Haldir might bring you a cup of tea or carefully place a blanket around your shoulders if you’re cold. It’s his way of showing affection without fanfare, taking care of your needs in quiet ways. You might not always notice it, but he keeps a careful watch over you, attending to even the smallest of needs.

➳ A Soft, Protective Hand on Your Back: When walking together or standing close, Haldir would instinctively place a hand on your back or shoulder, a soft but steady gesture of protection. This gesture might come when you’re in unfamiliar territory or simply standing side by side, showing that you are not alone.

➳ Soft, Rare Smiles: Haldir isn’t the type to smile often, but when he’s with you, his smiles become more frequent and sincere. Perhaps you’ve made a clever comment, or you’ve said something sweet, and you catch him grinning—a rare sight—but it’s genuine. His smile is soft, unguarded, and utterly endearing.

➳ Tender Conversations by the Fire: After a long day, Haldir might invite you to sit beside him by the fire, where the two of you can share a quiet moment. Conversations with him are deep but never rushed. He listens carefully, his usual seriousness softened by the intimacy of the moment. In these quiet exchanges, you’ll notice a vulnerability in his eyes that is rarely seen.

➳ Quiet Support: If you ever feel troubled or unsure, Haldir’s presence alone will offer comfort. He might not have many words to offer, but his steady gaze and silent support are powerful. Sometimes, just being near him is enough to calm your worries.

➳ Handwritten Notes: Haldir is not one to speak his heart easily, but he might leave you small notes or tokens—a flower from the forest, a brief but meaningful message tucked into a book. These would be rare, but when you receive them, they would feel like a precious gift from his soul to yours.

➳ The Rare ‘Meleth Nín’: The moment Haldir speaks those words—“Meleth nín” (my love)—it would be a deeply significant one. He doesn’t say them lightly, and hearing it would be like a balm to your heart. His voice, usually so stern, would soften as he confesses his affection.

➳ Laughter Together: Though rare, Haldir has a subtle sense of humor that comes out in the right moments. When you share a joke or a funny story, you might see a twinkle in his eyes, a brief smile crossing his face. It’s not loud laughter, but the small chuckles between you both would feel like shared moments of warmth in an otherwise serious world.

➳ Shared Meals: When Haldir shares a meal with you, it’s never rushed. He takes time to enjoy your company and the food, appreciating every moment. He might offer you the best portion of something, or quietly make sure you’re well-fed before himself.

➳ Long Stares into Each Other’s Eyes: Haldir’s gaze is penetrating, always observant, and yet, when he looks at you, there’s an underlying tenderness that softens his usual stoic demeanor. The two of you could share long moments just looking at each other—no words needed—where the depth of his feelings for you becomes clear.

➳ A Sweet Kiss on the Forehead: In a moment of tenderness, Haldir might lean down and gently kiss your forehead, a gesture of both affection and protection. It’s a sign that you are deeply cherished and safe with him.

➳ Holding Hands in Private: When no one is looking, Haldir would eagerly take your hand in his, his thumb tracing gentle circles against your skin. His fingers would intertwine with yours, and in those private moments, the world outside would cease to matter.

Extra bonus - him braiding your hair

➳ The night had fallen over Lothlórien like a soft blanket, and the world seemed to hush in reverence to the stars above. The silver light of the moon filtered through the dense canopy of the mallorn trees, casting long, silken shadows on the forest floor. The air was cool but not cold, carrying the faint scent of dew and the earthiness of ancient wood. It was as though the forest itself had taken a deep, peaceful breath, and the air hummed with a stillness that invited reflection. You sat beside Haldir, your legs stretched out beneath you, your back against the trunk of one of the great trees. The usual bustle of the world outside Lothlórien felt distant, and for once, there was a serenity between the two of you that neither of you had to work at—it was simply there, unspoken, like the quiet rhythm of your breaths.

➳ Haldir, ever the Marchwarden, was not one to show his softer side openly, yet in this moment, the hardness in his posture had softened. His silvery eyes, usually sharp and alert, were more relaxed as he gazed at the canopy above, tracing the patterns of the leaves with his eyes. For once, he was not watching for potential danger or lost in his duties—he was simply there with you, in the quiet embrace of the night. “I have something for you,” Haldir’s voice broke the silence, low and almost hesitant. The words were spoken as though they were a secret, a delicate offering he wasn’t sure you were expecting, but one he was eager to share nonetheless. You turned your head toward him, curious, the soft moonlight catching the subtle shimmer in his hair. His usual composure, the guarded Marchwarden, was replaced by something warmer, more vulnerable—like a quiet invitation into his world.

➳ Haldir’s fingers brushed gently against his side as he reached into the folds of his cloak. He retrieved a small comb, crafted from polished wood, its surface smooth and gleaming under the silver light. The carving was delicate: swirling vines and leaves intertwined, as if the very essence of Lothlórien itself had been embedded into the comb. It was simple, but there was a quiet elegance to it that caught your breath. He hesitated for a moment, then met your eyes, the vulnerability in his gaze catching you off guard. “I thought… maybe you would allow me to braid your hair tonight?” There was a soft, almost imperceptible tremble in his voice, and his eyes seemed to search yours for any hint of rejection or uncertainty. For a fleeting moment, the ever-confident Marchwarden looked almost unsure, and it was a side of him that you had never seen so openly. A smile curved your lips, and your heart fluttered at the gentleness of his request. You nodded, your voice soft but filled with warmth. “I’d love that, Haldir.”

➳ The way his breath caught, the subtle blush that spread across his high cheekbones, only deepened your affection for him. It was rare for him to show such tenderness, but with you, it seemed like a second nature, as if he found comfort in being vulnerable when it was just the two of you. He moved closer to you, his fingers brushing through your hair with a reverence you had not expected. There was something almost sacred in the way his hands worked through the strands, untangling the slight knots with slow, careful movements. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if he feared disrupting the delicate nature of the moment. His fingers worked with grace, weaving through the strands as he began the delicate task of braiding your hair, the soft rhythm of his movements filling the silence around you. Each brush of his fingers sent a shiver down your spine, and it wasn’t just the physical sensation—it was the emotion behind the touch. His hands were steady, yet there was something intimate, something tender in his every motion, as if he were braiding not just your hair, but weaving the threads of his heart into your very being.

➳ “Your hair is beautiful,” Haldir murmured, his voice soft but sincere, as though he was speaking to himself as much as to you. His breath was warm against your ear, and his fingers brushed against the nape of your neck as he worked. “I never realized how much care it must take to keep it so… perfect.” You closed your eyes, leaning into his touch, savoring the rare sweetness of the moment. “Only because I have someone who is kind enough to help me,” you replied, your voice light but filled with a tenderness that made Haldir pause for a moment, his hands stilling as he absorbed your words. A small, soft smile curled his lips, and his gaze flickered up to meet yours. There was a softness in his eyes that you hadn’t seen often, the kind of softness that spoke of shared trust and growing affection. When he finished, you turned toward him, your heart racing from the intimacy of the moment. He gently held your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Now,” he said, with a glint of mischief in his eyes, “if return you’ll be doing mine.”

➳ You blinked in surprise, a soft laugh escaping your lips. “I didn’t realize you were asking for a turn, Haldir.” His grin widened, a playful light flickering in his eyes. “You didn’t think I would let myself have all the fun, untangle your bird nest?” There was something playful, something human in his smile, a side of Haldir that was usually hidden behind his stoic exterior. But now, in the quiet night, it felt as if he was truly letting you in, revealing pieces of himself you rarely saw. With a soft laugh, you shifted, turning your back toward him. Haldir moved behind you, his presence a comforting warmth that filled the space between you. His fingers were gentle as they brushed through your hair, and you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to sink into the softness of his touch. The way he worked was methodical, tender, and deliberate—each motion as if he was savoring the feel of your hair in his hands. His fingertips grazed the skin of your neck, the heat of his proximity sending a thrill through you.

➳ “You know,” Haldir’s voice was low, the words almost a whisper, “I never thought I would enjoy this.” His breath brushed your ear, sending a shiver through you. “But with you… it feels like everything.” You turned your head slightly, catching his gaze. “I’m glad you feel that way,” you whispered back, your voice hushed but filled with affection. “You make me feel like I belong, Haldir.” For a moment, the two of you were silent, caught in the web of your shared tenderness. The only sounds were the rustle of the leaves above, the soft brushing of Haldir’s fingers through your hair, and the quiet beating of your hearts. As he finished braiding your hair, he tied it gently with the same care, and then, with a tenderness you hadn’t expected, placed a soft kiss against the back of your neck. His lips lingered there for a heartbeat longer than necessary, and the warmth of the gesture sent a flutter through your chest.

➳ Haldir rested his chin on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you in an embrace that was both protective and loving. “You are everything to me,” he murmured, the sincerity of the words echoing in your heart. His arms tightened around you slightly, pulling you closer into his warmth. You leaned into him, closing your eyes, content to remain in his embrace. The forest around you seemed to disappear, the world outside of this quiet, moonlit space slipping away. Here, in this moment, it was just the two of you—together, in peace, and in love. For once, Haldir didn’t carry the weight of his duties. For once, there was no need for vigilance or the burdens of leadership. He was simply Haldir—your Haldir—and in the stillness of the night, he felt loved.

[craig-parker-cravings]

Rahl

Haldir

Character comparisons: The red cloaks

[foedhrass]

From left to right: a Teleri OC, Aegnor, Amras, Annatar, Caranthir, Gil-galad.

From left to right: Irmo, Eöl, a Nandor OC, Maeglin, a Mirkwood OC, Thranduil

And of course Thingol.

Welcome and thank you to all new followers! The Thingol cloak post brought you here, but I have several more Middle-earth cosplays, most of them own designs for Silmarillion characters.

[elficially-done-with-life]

Hundred Years Ago

Pairing: Haldir x Reader

Summery: Haldir wants to ask you an important question, but you two are interrupted.

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"Will we be there soon?" you asked with feigned impatience.

Haldir snorted in amusement: "Can't wait, can you?"

"No." you admitted. You really wished you could see something, but Haldir was very thorough in covering your eyes. "I finally want to know what you are making such a secret about. You even took the day OFF! Until two days ago, I was sure you did not even know how to do that."

"Oh, shut up," you could hear from his voice that he was grinning. Then you felt him gently press his lips to the tip of your ear. "Do not worry, Meleth nîn, we will be right there."

Haldir had been very secretive for the past few days, sometimes whispering quietly with his brothers, but would stop talking when you were within earshot.

At first you didn't think anything of it, but you were very interested in what they were talking about.

When Haldir took the day off from his duties, you were sure that something was up.

And now he was leading you to a 'mysterious place'. Whether it was really that mysterious you didn't know, but as he covered your eyes you had no idea where you were going.

Suddenly he stopped and said: "Ready?"

"Of course!" you said excitedly and he carefully took his hands away from your eyes, and you couldn't help but notice that they were shaking a little.

It took a while for your eyes to find out where you were.

Spread out on the ground in front of you was a large picnic blanket with a huge basket on top, which, judging by the smell, was filled with all your favourite treats.

You were in a clearing that you knew only too well. "This is where we met for the first time!"

Haldir nodded. "Exactly one hundred years ago."

"What?" you asked in surprise and turned to face him. To your surprise, his cheeks were slightly flushed, which was a little unusual for Haldir.

"Exactly one hundred years ago," he repeated, "we met here for the first time."

"You mean when you nearly shot me with one of your arrows?" you replied, smiling gently. That he had actually thought of that was incredible.

"I thought you were an orc." Haldir only replied. "You were walking around far too close to the borders. Be glad I did not have such a good aim back then," he leaned forward so that you could feel his breath on your lips as he said, "I would not miss my target today."

He was probably expecting you to playfully punch him in the side or come up with a counter-argument, but he had surprised you today, so you wanted to surprise him too.

You quickly leaned forward and before Haldir could react, your lips had already captured his in a gentle kiss.

Haldir returned the kiss and wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you tighter against him, while the fingertips of his other hand glided over your spine.

Eventually he pulled away from you again and nodded towards the picnic blanket. "How about we sit down and eat something."

The food tasted delicious, and you knew from the first bite you took that Haldir must have made it all himself. It had probably taken ages.

You loved the food your beloved made, but unfortunately you couldn't eat it that often because he always had to work.

"I am really surprised that you remember exactly which day we met. I have to admit that I remember the year but I could not have told you the day," you admitted.

Haldir laughed softly. "I could not either. Orophin still knew. He accompanied me here for the first time because he was finally old enough to learn how to handle a bow and arrow."

You remembered well. Both of Haldir's brothers had been quite young at the time and he had cared for them since the death of their parents. One of the reasons why you had practically helped raise them after you two had become close.

"Then I guess I will have to thank him later," you said playfully and winked at him.

Haldir shrugged his shoulders. "He only provided the date, but I was planning to come here with you anyway." Suddenly his voice became a little quieter, almost uncertain. "I wanted to ask you a really important question."

He swallowed and put his plate aside, then reached for your hand. "Meleth nîn, I- "

But something interrupted him. Just as he was about to get to the question you were dying to know, there was a rustling in a bush not far from you.

Haldir jumped up and stood protectively in front of you. He pulled a knife from his sleeve, which he always had there, whether he was working or not, so that he wouldn't be unarmed in an emergency.

"Who is there?" he asked loudly, his eyes fixed on the bush.

You held your breath.

Then two elves you knew all too well poked their blond heads out of the bush. Orophin and Rùmil.

"You did not ask her!" Rùmil said indignantly and grimaced. "Do you know how uncomfortable it is to hide in a bush? We were here a few minutes before you and now we haven't even seen the big moment."

Haldir put the knife away again and massaged his forehead. "You two really are- "

"Besides, I contributed more than just the date," Orophin said to you with a pompous look, "I also chose the picnic basket! I borrowed it from Lord Celeborn, you have no idea how many he has lying around because he goes on picnics with Lady Galadriel all the time!"

You could hardly stifle your giggles as relief washed over you. For a moment you thought you were going to have to fight an orc or a wild animal.

Orophin and Rumil now climed out from the undergrowth of the bush with some difficulty and went over to you.

"Some stupid root cut me." Rùmil cursed.

"Serves you right." Haldir grumbled, but you could see his eyes immediately moving up and down his brothers body to see if he was seriously injured. Since he apparently wasn't, Haldir gave him an angry look.

Since his brothers obviously realised that they couldn't simply talk their way out of it, they turned to you with a nervous smile. "You are happy to see us, right?"

You gave Haldir a sideways glance before grinning back. "I am always happy to see you. But there are sometimes very inopportune moments, you know?"

They blushed and nodded cautiously.

Haldir rubbed his face with the hand he had just used to massage his temple.

"We will talk about it later," he finally said, turning to his brothers. "Go now."

Slowly, he let himself sink back onto the picnic blanket.

"I am sorry." he whispered, "I do not know if you still- "

You put a hand on his arm and gently pressed your lips to his cheek. "I would love to hear your question."

"We have known each other for a hundred years now," he began nervously, placing his hand under your chin so that you could look each other in the eye. "Would you do me the honour of courting you?"

Excitement rose in you and it took a few seconds before you were even able to form an answer in your head.

You couldn't believe he had actually asked that! No wonder his brothers had made such a fuss.

Meanwhile, Haldir's face looked very strained and only now did you realise that you still hadn't answered him.

A broad grin spread across your face and you said in a voice trembling with excitement: "There is nothing I would enjoy more."

Haldir slowly pulled you close and together you snuggled up on the picnic blanket under the stars.

When it was already very late, you made your way back.

Haldir carried the basket while you tucked the rolled-up blanket under your arm.

At first he had insisted on carrying both, but when you said you couldn't possibly leave everything to your future husband, he blushed and gave you the picnic blanket.

When you arrived home, all you wanted to do was fall into bed, but when you opened the front door, Haldir's brothers came to meet you.

"Now you are breaking into our house too," he said, but you could tell from the grin on his lips that he didn't hold it against them.

His brothers also seemed to have noticed the grin and with an excited squeal they ran towards you with open arms. "She said yes!"

[mushroomates]

Tolkein elves aren't vegan/vegetarian, they made that up for the Hobbit movies. Elves are renowned hunters in the books. They're hunting for meat.

don’t worry!! i’m well aware. you can read my other post on that. in short, i agree!

please keep in mind that a lot of these thoughts are headcanons! while i like to respect the original work, a lot of things are up to interpretation and i like to take that and run with it. (cheese wizard) i am in no way stating that everything i say is factual or is it the only correct interpretation.

with that in mind, a brief summary!

- hunting is great and valid, but there’s less things to hunt bc of sauron

- hunting is now more symbolic and regulated to protect the ecosystem

-they don’t domesticate livestock. they like to live with the earth, not impose on it. there are a few exceptions like horses, but even then, horses are seen as a companion, not a means to travel

-they also don’t farm. i’m sure they grow some things, but i’m talking at the significant level- again, respecting nature. for the same reason.

-this leads to a raw diet. it is both convenient and establishes a deeper bond to middle earth.

are elves, by a rule, vegan? no. are they vegetarian? no. they don’t follow any strict dietary laws, and also are individuals and not just a collective. i’m sure some elves choose to be vegetarian, im sure some elves also choose to eat lots of meat and pride themselves on hunting.

but elves are made up. so i can’t really ask them, and these are just my thoughts.

[windrelyn]

This year I chose to draw Celeborn and Galadriel.

Happy new year everyone!

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[emmyspov]

Coming home (Haldir x reader)

author's note: i finished this while eating breakfast this morning - can you tell i'm sad and touch starved?? this is totally self-indulgent, i love him :( haldir brushes through reader's hair, otherwise no descriptions of looks. please reblog this if you like it and let me know if you want to be tagged in the future <3 english (still) isn’t my first language. also, please don't copy my work :)

warnings: nothing i'm aware of, just domestic fluff :)

word count: 0.9k

edit is my own :)

Haldir opened the door and stepped into the hallway. He just came home from a long and exhausting meeting with Lady Galadriel, but when he noticed the sweet smell of baked goods and spotted you asleep in your shared bed, clothed in one of his night gowns, his heart felt light again.

He knew you were waiting for him to return by the lit candle on your bedside drawer and the open book next to you and for only a second, an overwhelming amount of love knocked the air out of his lungs.

You looked absolutely ethereal. You always did, but seeing you dressed in his clothes in your shared home did something to the elf. The way you trusted him with your life and how you loved him endlessly made him emotional.

"What have you done to me, my love", he murmured and stepped closer to you. "You own my heart."

After getting ready for bed himself, the ellon carefully laid down next to you, trying not to wake you - but no luck.

"Haldir?" You turned around to your husband, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

"Shh. Sleep, meleth. You work so much", Haldir spoke quietly and cupped your cheek with his hand.

You leaned into the touch, closing your eyes again to really relish in the gentle contact.

"Look at yourself, marchwarden", you murmured and sighed softly. "You're gone for months and I know you don't get enough rest during your patrols. And when you come home, you take care of me. I admire your protectiveness, but you have to look after yourself, too."

Your husband's hand wandered from your cheek to the side of your head, carefully brushing through your hair before it settled on the small of your back, pulling you close to him.

"For me, looking after myself means being here, at home, with you. You bring me endless happiness, my love."

You let your head fall onto his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

"Gi melin."

At your words, Haldir pulled you even closer into his side if that was even still possible and pressed a kiss to your forehead, letting his lips linger there.

"You're too good to me", you whispered, but the elf shook his head.

"You deserve everything, meleth. And one day, I'll figure out how to give it to you."

It was your turn to shake your head before you kissed his jaw. "You are everything I could ever want, ever need. Your presence alone eases my hard days and makes my good ones better. I know my heart is safe with you."

Haldir was at a loss for words. He never thought someone would come along who'd see more in him than a marchwarden and yet here you were, looking at him as if he himself had put the stars in the sky.

Still, he didn't know what to say to you. He was never good with romantic speeches and he despised it. You deserved to be wooed with words, too.

So instead, he cupped your face in his hands and leaned down to press his lips against yours.

What he didn't realise was that you weren't waiting for a big love confession. Your husband has always been someone who showed his love through actions - just like he was doing now.

"Hal", you mumbled and fisted his gown to ground yourself. How he was able to make you weak in the knees with a simple kiss was beyond your understanding - not that you cared. All sorts of physical contact with Haldir felt like coming home.

He smiled at your flushed cheeks after you parted and let his thumb brush over your jawline.

"What did you bake earlier", he asked and you needed a second to register his question.

"Oh", you answered, "Rúmil and Orophin came over earlier and asked if the four of us wanted to have a picnic together tomorrow afternoon if you're free. I thought that's a wonderful idea and then I saw that some of the wild berries in our garden are ripe, so I baked a cake with them that we can eat together then."

Haldir could feel himself getting choked up again. You, his found family, getting along with his brothers made his heart skip a beat.

"You are wonderful."

He could see the protest on your lips, but you knew better than to disagree. While he had won all the playful arguments, he was serious about you not talking yourself down.

"Thank you", you whispered instead, accepting the compliment, as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

The elf chuckled as he felt the heat radiating from your cheeks and let his hand run up and down your lower back soothingly. "You're doing so well, meleth."

You stayed like that, your body half on top of Haldir's, his arm wrapped around you and your hand laying on his chest, right over his heart.

His heartbeat must have lulled you to sleep because the next time the marchwarden looked down at you, your eyes were closed and you were taking deep, even breaths.

Carefully, he turned around to blow out the candle before settling back into the former position, letting his fingers dance over your skin and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"Coming home to you will forever be the highlight of my day", he whispered before letting your breathing and the soft glow of the moon lull him into a restful slumber, too.

meleth = love

gi melin = i love you

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[kat651]

Hi,

I just reread your self harm elf posts again and was wondering if you would write something similar but with the reader being the one self harming?

Just thought I’d ask since I myself have struggled with this. If not that’s fine but I figured I’d ask

Love your writing so much btw

Elrond:

Elrond had spent the last hour searching for you. It was strange that you were able to do this to him, make him worried beyond what felt reasonable. Rivendell was a safe place. He knew that. But you always managed to make him panic. Always. 

Finally he decided to check your room. Occasionally you’d go in there during the day just to get some quiet. 

As he opened the door the sight before him caused him to gasp and tears to well up in his eyes. “Meleth, why?” He asked, briskly walking over to you and taking the knife before kneeling in front of you and gently taking your hands. “Why are you hurting yourself?” His eyes were brimmed with tears and his usual strong voice was wavering and choked. 

You didn’t answer and it felt like a punch to the gut for him. Elrond stood before lifting you out of the seat and seating you on your bed. “Don’t move I’ll be right back.” He whispered, kissing your cheek before running off. 

When Elrond returned he had everything he would need to take care of your wounds. He knelt before you and gently began to clean and wrap your wrists. When he finished he rose and sat next to you. “What’s wrong my love? Why are you doing this?”

You looked up at him for a moment before sighing and hiding your face in his chest. “It’s all too much right now. I can’t take it.” You sobbed. 

“I’m here…you don’t have to do this alone.”

Lindir:

You tried to hide it from him. but of course, being the observant person he was, he noticed. 

“Love, what happened to your wrist?” He asked, gently grabbing your hand. 

You looked away refusing to answer and it broke Lindir’s fraigile heart. He gently cupped your face and placed a kiss on your nose. 

You sighed and hugged yourself. 

“Hey… look at me…” he whispered, gently tilting your chin up. “I’m not mad. You know that… right?”

You nodded. 

Lindir put an arm around you and pulled you out of the room. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Thranduil:

When he first saw the cuts on your wrists he panicked. “Y/n, what happened? Why would you- are you ok?!” 

For a regal elf lord he sure did panic when it came to you. 

Once he calmed down enough he looked at you with sad eyes. “How long? How long have you been doing this and not telling me?”

Of course you didn’t answer which caused him to worry again. “Is it me? Am I the reason?”

You shook your head and he visibly relaxed. “I- ok…I just… I worry. A lot.”

“I know” you said, leaning against him.

Legolas:

Caught. 

Legolas had caught you red handed. Quite literally. “Y/n!” He yelled in a panic. Which of course caused tears to well in your eyes. 

“I’m sorry!” You sobbed. 

Realizing he had caused you to panic, he slowly wrapped you in his arms. “Darling what’s wrong?” He whispered as he subconsciously inspected your wrists before sliding his bag off his shoulder and digging through it with one hand until he located some bandages. “Talk to me sweetheart.” He whispered as he gently wrapped your arms. 

Haldir:

When he noticed the scars on your wrists he hesitated to say anything at first. He knew all too well that kind of pain. 

After a few days he finally spoke up. “Don’t do it again.” He said, not even looking over. 

“Do what?” You asked confused. 

Haldir grabbed your hand and slid up your shirt sleeve. “This. Don’t do it.”

You pulled away and looked at your hands. 

Haldir sighed. Emotions were hard but he needed to try. He knelt in front of you and gently took your hands. “Look at me…”

You slowly met his gaze and to your surprise there was pain etched in his eyes. “Please don’t hurt yourself. If you want to hurt someone hurt me.”

“What? No!” 

Haldir gently took your face in his hands and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Please don’t do this to yourself. I…” he paused and took a breath. “I love you too much to watch you do this… please, if you’re struggling come talk to me. I’ll listen…”