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earthlybeam · 2 months ago

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Wait, oh my god. If you don’t mind, could you possibly write the oversized tunic prompt for Haldir, Legolas, and/or Thranduil?

Or possibly, their SO in their tunic?

Thranduil, Legolas, Haldir version below.

🍷𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓾𝓲𝓵

The flickering light of the hearth bathed the guest chamber in a warm, golden glow, the shadows of the flames stretching across the polished stone walls and draping the room in quiet intimacy. It was peaceful—until the door opened, revealing the imposing figure of Thranduil. He moved with effortless elegance, his long robes trailing in his wake as his sharp gaze swept over the chamber. For a fleeting moment, his expression was serene, his features carved from ice and marble, betraying nothing. But then his eyes fell on you.

You stood in the doorway, caught in the firelight, the oversized tunic billowing slightly as you shifted under his gaze. The garment—his tunic—hung loosely on you, its fine fabric pooling in some places and clinging in others, betraying the fact that it had not been tailored for you. The neckline dipped low, and the material had slipped off one shoulder, baring the curve of your collarbone and a hint of your skin. The hem barely reached mid-thigh, your every move revealing just how precariously it sat. Though the look was accidental, it carried with it an unintended allure.

Thranduil stopped mid-step, his ice-blue eyes narrowing ever so slightly as they trailed over you, taking in every detail of your appearance. His expression was unreadable at first, the practiced neutrality of a king who had seen and weathered all things. But then his lips curved into the faintest of smirks, a spark of amusement glinting in his gaze. “Is this…” he began, his voice low and smooth, laced with an almost imperceptible edge, “intentional?”

You froze, your heart stuttering in your chest under the weight of his scrutiny. “Intentional?” you echoed, heat rising to your cheeks. You felt your embarrassment bubbling over, but you did your best to keep your tone even. “You make it sound like I’ve planned this.” You gestured vaguely to the tunic, the sleeves so long that the cuffs nearly swallowed your hands. “I didn’t exactly have many options. My clothes are being washed, and this was the only thing I could find that didn’t reek of travel.”

Thranduil took a measured step forward, the soft sound of his boots against the stone floor echoing faintly. There was something predatory in his movements, though not unkind—a quiet, deliberate grace that left no room for misunderstanding who stood before you. His gaze softened slightly, though his intensity did not waver. “And you thought it wise to wear this?” he asked, his voice quieter now, as though the question were for himself as much as it was for you. “My tunic?”

You bristled, a mix of defiance and self-consciousness sparking in your chest. Crossing your arms over your chest in an attempt to shield yourself, you tilted your chin up. “It’s not like I expected you to walk in unannounced,” you countered, though your voice wavered slightly under his piercing gaze. “Besides, it’s not that revealing.”

At that, one of his thick brows arched elegantly, the faintest quirk of his lips betraying his disbelief. “Not that revealing?” he repeated, a note of dry humor slipping into his tone. His eyes flicked down briefly, lingering on the exposed curve of your shoulder where the fabric had slipped, then lower, taking in the hem that rested just a little too high for propriety. “It barely clings to you,” he said plainly, though there was something warmer—something almost dangerous—beneath the cool cadence of his voice. “It is… distracting.”

“Distracting?” You scoffed lightly, though your pulse quickened under his steady gaze. You had meant it to sound dismissive, but the nervous edge to your tone gave you away. “You sound offended. Or…” You allowed a playful edge to creep into your voice, though you knew you were treading on thin ice. “Or maybe you’re just jealous that I pull it off better than you.”

For a moment, silence hung heavy between you, your words echoing in the chamber. Then, to your surprise, a deep, rich chuckle escaped him, the sound resonating low in his chest. His smirk deepened, his gaze glinting with what could only be described as admiration. “Brazen,” he murmured, almost to himself, though the amusement in his tone was evident. “Only you would dare to jest with me in this way.”

You took a tentative step forward, emboldened by the flicker of humor in his expression. “Would you rather I cower?” you asked, your voice soft but steady now. “Or apologize for borrowing something clearly too fine for someone like me?” The teasing edge in your tone was deliberate, but underneath it lay something more vulnerable—something unspoken, though not unnoticed.

Thranduil tilted his head, his gaze never wavering as you drew closer. When he spoke, his voice was lower, quieter, as if the moment demanded it. “I would rather you be more aware of what you provoke,” he said, his words measured but weighted with meaning. “For once tempted, I may not so easily let it go.” You blinked, the air in the room seeming to thicken as his words hung between you. He took another step forward, his towering frame casting a shadow over you. His hand rose slowly, hesitating just for a moment before brushing the edge of the tunic where it had slipped from your shoulder. The gesture was so light, so fleeting, it could almost have been unintentional—but the look in his eyes told you otherwise.

“It is not the garment I mind,” he said softly, his fingers lingering just a moment too long against your bare skin, his gaze locking onto yours with a startling intensity. “It is the thought that others might see you like this. That I might have to share what stands before me now.” Your breath caught, the heat of his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. “Thranduil,” you murmured, your voice barely audible, “it’s just a tunic.”

His lips quirked into a small, knowing smile, though his gaze never softened. “Perhaps to you. But to me, it is far more than that.” His hand fell away as he leaned in, his face mere inches from yours now. His voice dropped lower, barely more than a whisper, but it carried the weight of a command. “Be more mindful of how you tempt me. You may not like where it leads.” Your heart raced, your words catching in your throat as his meaning settled over you like the heat of the firelight. “Who says I wouldn’t?” you managed to whisper, though your voice wavered with the tension of the moment.

For a moment, he froze, his gaze sharpening as if searching your expression for the truth behind your words. His hand, which had fallen to his side, tightened into a loose fist as though reining himself in. Then, slowly, he straightened, the icy mask of the elven king sliding back into place with practiced ease. “Be ready for supper,” he said, his voice cool and composed once more, though his words carried an undeniable weight. “And wear something less… distracting.” Without waiting for a reply, he turned on his heel, his robes sweeping behind him as he disappeared into the hallway, leaving you standing there, breathless and warm, the echo of his touch still lingering on your shoulder.

🍃𝓛𝓮𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓼

The quiet chambers of Mirkwood were bathed in the warm, flickering glow of the hearth, the light casting golden shadows on the stone walls. The faint scent of cedar lingered in the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of the forest beyond the balcony. Legolas stepped through the carved wooden door with his usual Elven grace, the gentle creak of the hinges the only sound that broke the stillness. His sharp eyes, gleaming with the light of the fire, immediately sought you out.

You stood in the center of the room, hesitant, your fingers brushing nervously at the hem of the oversized tunic you wore. It was one of his—a garment you’d found folded neatly atop the guest bed, clean and soft but unmistakably his. The loose fabric hung down past your knees, its neckline slipping off one shoulder to expose more skin than you were comfortable with. The tunic billowed lightly with your every shift, and though it covered you, the way it clung in places and revealed too much in others made you feel distinctly… vulnerable.

Legolas froze mid-step, his crystalline blue gaze locking on you as if you’d stolen all the air from the room. His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out at first, his expression flickering between surprise, concern, and something far more unreadable. He tilted his head just so, as though trying to make sense of the sight before him. “Is… is that my tunic?” His voice, usually steady and serene, carried a hint of bewilderment, the faintest quirk of his brow betraying his confusion.

You shrugged, trying to feign indifference but failing miserably under his piercing gaze. “I didn’t really have anything else to wear,” you explained, your voice quieter than usual. “My clothes were still drying from the river, and this was here, so…” You gestured vaguely to yourself, feeling the heat creep up your neck and cheeks. “It’s fine, right?”

Legolas stepped closer, his movements slow, deliberate. The flickering light of the fire danced in his eyes as they roved over you—not with judgment, but with an intensity that made your skin prickle. He stopped just short of you, his tall frame towering yet somehow gentle in its proximity. “It is not… improper,” he said carefully, though the faint flush blooming at the tips of his ears betrayed him. “Though I must admit…” He paused, as if searching for the right words, his gaze drifting to the exposed curve of your shoulder. “It is… revealing.”

You laughed softly, a nervous edge to the sound as you pulled the loose fabric back up your shoulder. “Revealing? Says the elf who walks around in robes with slits up to—” You stopped yourself with a smirk, raising an eyebrow at him. “I think your standards for modesty are a little… flexible.”

His lips parted in a soft exhale, and you swore you saw the faintest twitch of amusement tug at the corner of his mouth. “Perhaps,” he conceded, his voice low, almost teasing. “But when it is you wearing my tunic…” He trailed off, his words hanging in the air like a string plucked on a harp. “When it’s me, what?” you challenged gently, meeting his gaze, though your heart thudded loudly in your chest. “Do I wear it poorly? Should I have asked for something less ‘revealing,’ your highness?” You added the last part with a playful lilt, trying to ease the tension that had settled between you.

“No,” he said swiftly, too swiftly, his tone softening immediately after. “No, it is not that. It is…” His hands twitched at his sides as if unsure whether to reach for you. “It suits you. Better than I expected.” You blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone. “Better than you expected?” you repeated, arching an eyebrow. “You make it sound like I’ve been parading around in your clothes for weeks.”

“Have you?” he countered, his voice dipping into something teasing, his sharp gaze briefly flicking over you again. The faintest ghost of a smile played on his lips now, though his posture remained composed, regal. “No!” you said, shaking your head. “I just—” You sighed, gesturing helplessly at the tunic. “It was either this or sitting around freezing in a damp shirt. And it’s not like anyone else is here to see me.” You hesitated, catching the way his eyes softened. “Except you, apparently.”

Legolas tilted his head, his expression gentling further, the faint blush on his cheeks lingering. “I would not fault you for choosing comfort,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost tender. “Though…” He reached out, his fingers grazing the fabric where it pooled loosely over your wrist. “I must admit, I am unused to seeing you so… unguarded.” “Unguarded?” you echoed, a small laugh escaping you. “I’m wearing your tunic, not armor.”

“It is not the tunic,” he said, his gaze steady and earnest. “It is… you.” His fingers brushed against your wrist again, feather-light but enough to make your breath hitch. “You wear it with a grace I did not know my garments could possess.” You blinked up at him, momentarily speechless, before narrowing your eyes slightly. “You’re just trying to distract me from the fact that you think I look ridiculous.” He smiled then, soft and genuine, the kind of smile that could break down even the strongest walls.

“Ridiculous?” he repeated, shaking his head slightly. “No, Mellon nîn or shall I say meleth nǐn.” The Elvish slipped from his lips like a melody, and though you didn’t know the meaning, it made your heart ache in the best way. “Far from it.” And for a moment, as he stood there in the firelight, his fingers lingering near yours, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d ever be able to look at that tunic the same way again.

🏹𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓭𝓲𝓻

The quiet serenity of the guest chambers of Lothlórien is broken only by the soft crackle of the hearth. The golden light dances on the smooth, pale walls, casting flickering shadows that shift as if alive. Outside, the faint hum of the Elven woods persists, a sound so subtle and ancient it feels as though it could weave dreams.

Haldir steps in, his presence commanding yet measured, as always. His silver hair gleams in the firelight, and his sharp, discerning gaze immediately sweeps the room before settling on you. He stops short, and for a moment, the mask of stoicism that is his constant companion falters. His eyes widen, just slightly, betraying his initial surprise.

You stand there, clothed only in one of his tunics, which hangs loosely around you, brushing against your knees. The neckline dips further than you expected, the fabric slipping off one shoulder to reveal your skin beneath. The garment is clearly oversized, its looseness making it far more revealing than you intended. You shift awkwardly under his gaze, both self-conscious and oddly amused by the rare moment of silence from the Marchwarden.

“Haldir,” you start, breaking the tension. “I didn’t expect you so soon. I didn’t have time to… change.” Your voice carries an air of calm, though your heartbeat quickens. His gaze snaps to yours, his usual composure quickly returning, though a faint flush lingers high on his cheekbones. “I see,” he says, his tone carefully even, though there’s a tightness to it that suggests he’s restraining himself. He takes a step closer, his eyes darting—unbidden—back to where the tunic slips off your shoulder, exposing a sliver of collarbone.

“I trust,” he begins, clearing his throat as if to steady himself, “that you are aware how… unconventional this attire is.” His voice is low, calm, but there’s a tension beneath it—a mix of protectiveness and something more hesitant. “Such a sight might… cause distraction to others. Particularly in my halls.”

You arch a brow at him, crossing your arms over your chest, which only causes the tunic to shift further, sliding a bit higher on one leg and baring more of your skin. “Your halls?” you counter, a faint smirk playing on your lips. “And here I thought these were the halls of Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn.”

Haldir’s lips press into a thin line, though there’s a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. He takes another step closer, his voice softening but losing none of its authority. “You know what I mean. Such…” he gestures vaguely at your attire, clearly uncomfortable even addressing it, “an ensemble is not… fitting.”

You tilt your head, letting the smirk grow. “Oh? And who decides what is fitting, Haldir? You?” There’s a playful lilt to your tone now, and you can see the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth, as though he’s torn between exasperation and amusement. “It is… unbecoming,” he insists, though his voice has lost some of its sternness. His gaze flickers once more to the slipping neckline, and he quickly averts his eyes, clearly wrestling with himself. “What if one of my brothers or the sentries had seen you like this?”

You take a step toward him, your bare feet silent on the stone floor, and tilt your chin up to meet his gaze. “But they didn’t,” you say, your voice soft but teasing. “You’re the only one who’s seen me like this. Shouldn’t that be enough?” Haldir freezes, his breath hitching at your words. For a moment, the guarded walls he keeps so firmly in place seem to crack, and he looks at you—not as the Marchwarden of Lothlórien, but as Haldir, the Elf who feels so deeply yet shows so little. His lips part slightly, as though he’s about to say something, but no words come.

You take another step closer, your movements deliberate now, emboldened by his reaction. “Haldir,” you say, your voice softening, “you don’t have to pretend to be so composed all the time. It’s just me.”

He exhales sharply, as though your words have pierced through the layers of his restraint. “You test my patience,” he murmurs, though his tone lacks any real bite. There’s something almost tender in the way he looks at you now, his gaze lingering on your face, your eyes, before flicking back to the tunic once more. “You… shouldn’t wear things like this,” he says finally, his voice low, almost a whisper. “Not when you don’t understand what it does to me.”

The confession hangs in the air between you, and for a moment, you’re both silent. Then, a slow, mischievous smile spreads across your face. “Oh,” you say, your tone light but pointed. “And what does it do to you, Haldir?”

He steps closer still, his composure unraveling further with each passing second. The faint flush on his cheeks deepens, and he looks at you as though you’re the most dangerous thing he’s ever encountered. “It makes me forget my duty,” he admits quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “And that is something I cannot afford.”

You reach out, your hand brushing lightly against his arm. “Maybe forgetting your duty, just for a moment, wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.” Haldir’s breath catches again, and for a moment, you think he might close the remaining distance between you. But then, with a deep inhale, he steps back, his usual composure snapping back into place like a shield. “You should change,” he says, his voice firmer now but still soft. “Before someone else sees you.”

You watch him for a moment, the tension still palpable, before nodding. “As you wish, Marchwarden,” you reply, a hint of teasing in your tone. As you turn to gather your clothes, you catch the faintest trace of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips—a smile that’s gone almost as soon as it appears. But the way his eyes linger on you, even as he tries to compose himself, tells you that you’ve left him thoroughly shaken.

#thranduil #thranduil x you #thranduil x reader #thranduil headcanons #Legolas #Legolas x you #Legolas x reader #legolas headcanons #haldir #haldir of lothlórien #haldir x you #haldir headcanons #haldir of lorien #haldir x reader #lord of the rings #the hobbit #lotr elves

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kat651 · 1 year ago

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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

#celeborn #x reader #kat651 #lord of the rings #lotr #cute #haldir x you #haldir x reader #haldir fanfiction #haldir of lorien #haldir #celeborn x reader #Elves #tolkien elves #ears #elf ears #pt 2

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7soulstars · 2 years ago

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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*:

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n0tamused · 4 months ago

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🏹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.

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craig-parker-cravings · 5 months ago

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Rahl

Haldir

Character comparisons: The red cloaks

#craig parker #darken rahl #legend of the seeker #lots #haldir #lord of the rings #lotr #haldir of lorien #lotr elves #tolkien #the two towers #helms deep

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foedhrass · 1 year ago

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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.

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mushroomates · 9 months ago

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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.

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elficially-done-with-life · 1 year ago

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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!"

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windrelyn · 1 year ago

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This year I chose to draw Celeborn and Galadriel.

Happy new year everyone!

The commissions are still open! Visit my Ko-fi for more information!

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allbycharles · 2 years ago

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Tall!Galadriel/Small+Buff!Celeborn cuddles

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earthlybeam · 2 months ago

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Could I ask for cuddling/sleeping headcanons for Haldir, Lindir, and Gil-Galad. Thank you, your writing always brings a smile to my face.

Gil-Galad, Haldir, Lindir version below

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Gil-Galad Sleeping Position

🜲 Gil-galad sleeps on his side, keeping his body aligned with quiet precision. His back remains straight, as if his body instinctively maintains the poise he has honed over countless ages. This sleeping position is both relaxed and composed, mirroring his personality: elegant, but never too rigid. His legs are gently bent, one leg slightly pulled up towards his chest while the other rests straight beneath him. The posture is comfortable but dignified, and his body naturally forms a line of serene symmetry. Even while asleep, he doesn’t fully abandon his princely bearing; there is a sense of order and balance in every movement.

🜲 Face to Face When he shares a bed with you, Gil-galad prefers to sleep face to face, though not in a way that might feel stifling. He respects the delicate boundaries of personal space, and while he is deeply affectionate, he keeps a respectful distance at first, allowing the natural intimacy to build gradually. His gaze, when he looks at you, is calm, not urgent or intrusive, but full of quiet affection. The space between you both will remain just enough to allow breathing room, but over the course of the night, as his sense of connection deepens, he will subtly draw closer to you. The space between you might shrink as his trust and comfort grow, and eventually, his body may turn more fully towards you, his torso now aligned with yours. This closeness signifies more than just physical proximity—it reflects a deepening emotional bond and the quiet understanding that passes between you.

🜲 Arm Placement In these precious moments of sleep, Gil-galad’s arm naturally drapes over your waist or shoulders, holding you in a protective yet tender embrace. His arm is not heavy or possessive, but it’s strong and firm enough to offer you a quiet sense of security. It’s as if his very being is attuned to yours, offering a shield against the world. His hand, though firm in its protection, remains light, never pressing too much or restricting your movements. In moments of deeper comfort, his hand will gently travel to your back or perhaps even your neck, as if feeling the pulse of your life and grounding him to this moment of peace. The touch is so soft, so tender, it seems almost to carry an unspoken promise: that you are cherished. And, when you least expect it, his fingers might slide through your hair—just the gentlest of touches—as if memorizing the feel of you, reassuring himself that you are beside him in this fleeting, fragile world.

🜲 Gil-galad’s head is often cradled on the pillow in a relaxed, yet dignified manner, his hair spilling around him like a silken mantle. His brow is free from the furrow of war or worry. Even in sleep, his expression remains serene, perhaps with the faintest trace of a smile—one of satisfaction, peace, or perhaps love. His face is turned towards you, but he will often remain just close enough for the breath of his presence to be felt but not smothering, his face a calm and noble reflection of his inner world.

🜲 Natural Reassurance Despite his stillness, there’s an undeniable strength in the way he sleeps. When you lie beside him, you can sense the steadiness of his breathing and the comfort his presence brings. It is a quiet reassurance—like being in the eye of a storm, where the world may rage on, but in this moment, with him, there is peace. If you shift slightly during the night, you might feel his body instinctively shift with yours, adjusting as needed without fully disturbing the tranquility. His body naturally responds to yours, ensuring you both find a balance, a harmony, even in sleep. In his arms, surrounded by the serene rhythm of his breathing, you feel as though you have entered a world of perfect stillness—where the burdens of the world slip away, and the only thing that matters is the soft warmth of his embrace.

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Gil-Galad Cuddle Style

🜲 The Protective Hold When Gil-galad is the one holding you, there is a quiet strength in his embrace. His arms wrap securely but gently around your body, pulling you into his chest with a deep, calming embrace that offers both physical warmth and an emotional sense of safety. His hold, while firm, is never overwhelming—he doesn’t want to restrict your movements, but rather, offer you a secure space where you can feel the full weight of his protection. At first, there’s a slight tension in his posture, as if his body is instinctively holding back the full intensity of his affection. Over time, though, as he settles into the intimacy of the moment, his hold becomes softer, more fluid, and the tension melts away, replaced with a quiet, unspoken promise of care. His breathing becomes steady, rhythmic, and soothing, and you can feel him relax entirely into the embrace, his presence a constant, unwavering comfort. This protective hold speaks of the trust he has in you and the deep sense of responsibility he feels for your well-being—an implicit vow to shield you from the world, even in the vulnerable quiet of night.

🜲 The Resting Arm When you cuddle up next to Gil-galad, his arm will often drape over your shoulder, pulling you closer to him while still allowing you the freedom to find your own comfortable position. The arm is not heavy, but it’s enough to make you feel anchored and cared for, as if you belong there, safely nestled in his presence. His touch is tender yet firm, and the placement of his arm reflects both his affection and his respect for your personal space. Though he holds you, it’s clear that he doesn’t want to crowd you; his intention is not to smother you, but to let you rest in the comfort of his proximity. The arm rests gently around you, giving you the sense that you are cared for deeply while still allowing you to breathe and relax without feeling constricted. It is a hold that suggests emotional closeness—his need to be near you, but always with the understanding that he honors your comfort.

🜲 Legs Entwined While Gil-galad is someone who values his personal space, when he feels truly at ease, he will allow the intimacy of your shared presence to unfold. Slowly, and almost imperceptibly, as the night deepens and trust builds, he will allow his legs to lightly intertwine with yours. This subtle action is not done with force or urgency, but rather as a natural evolution of the closeness he feels for you. The intertwining of your legs is a soft, affectionate gesture—an unspoken symbol of the emotional bond between you. It is not something he would forcefully initiate, but over time, as the night deepens and the quiet, peaceful rhythms of sleep take over, his legs will naturally find yours. This small yet meaningful act is a symbol of his growing trust in you, his emotional attachment to you, and his desire to draw you closer, even while keeping his internal poise and control. It’s a gentle closeness that deepens with each shared moment, a beautiful reflection of the way your relationship blossoms over time.

🜲 The Quiet Embrace What is most striking about Gil-galad’s cuddle style is how, despite the physical proximity, his touches are never overbearing. There’s a level of respect in the way he holds you—no matter how close or entwined your bodies become, his respect for your boundaries and emotional needs always comes through. His cuddles aren’t about possession or dominance; they are about connection, mutual respect, and the quiet comfort of being close to someone who truly understands you. In his arms, you feel both the power of his kingship and the softness of his love, balanced in perfect harmony. As the night continues, you might feel his hand gently rub small circles on your back or his fingers brush lightly through your hair, a gesture that is soothing and affectionate without being overwhelming. These touches are tender and calm, adding layers to the quiet emotional landscape he builds with you.

🜲 Gil-galad is a king who has seen and endured much, but in your embrace, he allows himself to rest. His touch conveys a sense of trust—he lets his guard down just enough for you to see the man beneath the crown. His demeanor while cuddling is calm and serene, a stark contrast to the world he often must lead and defend. The stillness of his body beside you reflects his deep sense of peace in your presence. You will never feel rushed or hurried when cuddling with him. There’s a quiet stillness in the way he holds you, a gentle patience as if time slows in these tender moments. And as the night goes on, when his breathing becomes slow and steady, you’ll know that in his arms, you are his sanctuary—a place where both of you can find peace in the midst of a world that constantly demands something from him. In his embrace, you’ll find not only the warmth of his body but the warmth of his heart, shielded by the armor of responsibility but always ready to share its tenderness with you.

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🜲 The Weight of His Dreams Though Gil-galad carries the regal weight of leadership and centuries of wisdom, his dreams often echo with the weight of the loss and responsibility that defines his reign. In the stillness of the night, his calm exterior fades, and he faces the burden of his people’s future, the sorrow of past wars, and the endless vigilance against the shadow of Sauron. When he sleeps beside you, there is a brief respite. Your presence becomes the anchor that grounds him. You offer him peace, a rare gift in his tumultuous world. In these quiet moments, you may feel his hand unconsciously seek yours, his fingers lightly brushing against your skin, reaching for comfort in the only place where he feels truly at ease. Your warmth and steady heartbeat offer him solace, and for once, his mind can rest. In your embrace, Gil-galad finds the quiet reprieve that eludes him during his waking hours.

🜲 Early Riser Gil-galad is a king and ruler first, and as such, he rises early, often before dawn breaks. The responsibilities of his realm are not light, and the weight of his people’s hopes rests on his shoulders. Yet, even in these early hours, his gaze lingers on you. If you are still asleep, he watches you with quiet affection, the lines of his face softening as he takes in the sight of you. It is rare for his stoic demeanor to falter in public, but here, with you, his solemnity gives way to a tender, almost secret smile. He may gently stroke your hair or press a soft kiss to your temple, savoring these fleeting moments of peace before he must face the duties awaiting him. Despite the burden of his role, in these stolen moments, he finds tranquility beside you.

🜲 Reluctant to Leave Despite his disciplined nature and the urgent demands of his position, Gil-galad is always reluctant to leave your side when the morning calls him away. When the time comes for him to rise and attend to his responsibilities, he lingers for a few moments longer, drawing you closer to him. He might bury his face into your hair, taking a deep breath of your scent, or gently brush a kiss against your cheek or forehead. His embrace tightens slightly, holding you close as if afraid the world outside may pull him too far from the peace you share. There’s a softness in his touch that betrays his devotion, a love that he cannot express in words, but instead in these small gestures that mean everything. Though he may rise to command armies and counsel allies, it’s in your arms where his heart stays a moment longer.

🜲 Duty Calls, But His Heart Stays as Gil-galad’s life is filled with the heavy expectations of his title, but his love for you creates a small sanctuary of warmth that he always returns to. Even in the mornings, after the most exhausting days, there is a lingering affection that he cannot quite bear to leave behind. As he pulls away, you might feel his fingers brush over your skin one last time, a silent promise that even amidst his world of duty and governance, you are always his anchor, his source of solace. There is no need for grand declarations of love from him—his actions, his quiet care, and the way he cherishes your moments together speak volumes. Even as he slips from the bed and stands to face the world outside, his heart stays with you, always.

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Haldir Sleeping Position

➳ Big Spoon Haldir’s favorite sleeping position is being the big spoon. When he pulls you close to him in this position, there’s an undeniable sense of protection, almost as though he’s guarding you from the world, even while asleep. His strong, steady arms wrap securely around your body, holding you close to his chest. His arms rest low on your waist or around your torso, ensuring you’re nestled into his warmth and safe within his embrace. His chin often rests gently on top of your head, and you can feel the weight of his breath as it calms you, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest acting as a lullaby. If the night is cold, his body heat creates an almost cocoon-like warmth, keeping you safe and surrounded by comfort. Occasionally, when you shift, his hand will instinctively tighten its grip or he will nuzzle into your hair, breathing deeply to take in your scent. It’s in these quiet moments that Haldir feels the most at peace, as if nothing else matters except the intimacy and closeness between the two of you.

➳ On His Back When Haldir is particularly tired, or when he’s seeking comfort, he prefers to lie on his back, a position that offers him some space but still keeps you close. His arms will be stretched out on either side at first, but it’s not long before he moves to hold your hand or places it gently over your side. If you shift in your sleep, he’ll instinctively reach out to pull you back towards him, as if drawn to you even in his unconscious state. If you rest your head on his chest, he may gently tuck your head beneath his chin, the rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into a peaceful sleep. He’s completely at ease in this position, though his arm will always stay tucked around you in some way, like an unspoken promise that you are never far from him. Even in this seemingly less intimate position, Haldir maintains a quiet sense of connection, never fully letting go.

➳ Tangled Limbs (Private Moments) This position, though rare, is one of Haldir’s more vulnerable moments, where his usual guarded demeanor melts away completely. Tangled limbs becomes his way of surrendering completely, of giving you all of himself. Only when he’s entirely relaxed, and the world seems to fade away, does he allow himself to entwine with you. In this state, his arms will curl tightly around your body, pulling you so close that your legs are intertwined with his, your bodies pressed against each other with no space between you. There’s an almost desperate edge to it, like he can’t bear to let you go, even for a moment. His legs may tangle with yours, his hand tracing lazy patterns over your skin as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck or behind your ear. The warmth from his body is overwhelming in this position, the sound of his breath soft and steady, like a constant reassurance that he is there. He may not say much during these moments, but there’s a quiet intensity in his touch that says everything — that in this private space, away from the eyes of others, he can truly be himself with you.

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Haldir Cuddle Style

➳ Haldir’s cuddling style is undeniably tied to his strong sense of protection and care. When he holds you, his touch is firm but tender, a balance of strength and gentleness. His arms wrap around you as though guarding you from the world, even when there’s no danger present. It’s instinctive—his way of ensuring you feel safe and cared for, especially when the night falls and everything is still. His embrace is like a protective cocoon, and you can always feel the weight of his commitment to keep you safe. His hands will sometimes rest over your chest or abdomen, applying just the right amount of pressure to make sure you’re secure. If you’re ever startled by a nightmare or any unsettling thoughts, Haldir’s grip will tighten in response, and you can feel his steady heartbeat against your back, offering calm and reassurance. There’s never any doubt that when Haldir holds you, you are completely shielded from the world’s harshness.

➳ Private and Reserved Initially, Haldir is somewhat hesitant to fully embrace cuddling, as he sees it as a deeply personal act, one that requires trust and intimacy. Being a warrior, he’s always been reserved with his emotions, and the idea of being physically vulnerable was something he took time to warm up to. He views cuddling as something sacred, not meant to be shared with just anyone. But once you’ve gained his trust, and he’s certain that the space between you is one of love and mutual understanding, he becomes more open. In these moments, his usual guarded nature fades, and he seeks out these intimate times to unwind and share his affection. His cuddles, while not overly exuberant or physically demonstrative at first, are always filled with sincerity and an unspoken depth of connection. Once he becomes comfortable with you in this way, he will reach for you when he needs comfort, allowing you to see the side of him that only belongs to you, and only when you’re alone together. It’s a private world he invites you into, and he cherishes these quiet, intimate moments where he can finally let his guard down.

➳ Unconscious Affection Even in his sleep, Haldir’s affection for you is palpable. He’s deeply attuned to your presence, and even when he’s not fully awake, his subconscious will not allow him to stay apart from you. If you shift in your sleep or move away, you’ll find his arms instinctively pulling you back into him, as though his body is silently reminding him that you belong in his embrace. There’s a constant, unconscious need to be close to you, as though he doesn’t quite feel at ease unless you’re near. It’s a subtle yet powerful expression of his attachment, something he doesn’t have to think about but that his body knows. In the middle of the night, he might even adjust his position to ensure his chest is flush against your back or that his arm is draped securely over you. He doesn’t say anything in these moments, but the soft pressure of his hold, the way his body naturally conforms to yours, speaks volumes about how deeply he cares for you. Even in sleep, he’s always guarding your peace, keeping you safe in his quiet, unconscious embrace.

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➳ Post-Battle Tension After a particularly harrowing battle, when the weight of the day’s violence still clings to his muscles and thoughts, Haldir’s usual composure slips slightly. His grip becomes firmer, his arms wrapping around you in a quiet, protective embrace. There’s no need for words, as his actions speak louder than anything he could say. You can feel the tension in his body—the quiet relief of knowing you’re there, safe, as the echoes of conflict slowly fade from his mind. He presses his face into your hair, breathing in your scent as though grounding himself in the comfort you provide. Though Haldir is typically reserved, during these moments, his need for connection is silent but profound. He holds you like he’s afraid to let go, as though the simple act of being close to you is the only way to calm the storm that rages within him. His quiet sighs betray the release of the tension he carries, and though he may not speak, you know he’s finding solace in your presence, allowing the chaos of battle to dissolve in the warmth of your touch.

➳ Early Riser Haldir is always the first to wake, even before the sun’s first light peeks through the curtains. His internal clock, fine-tuned by centuries of vigilance, makes him rise with ease. When you stir in your sleep, he takes the time to watch you, his gaze soft and filled with a quiet adoration that he rarely expresses out loud. This is one of the rare moments when his stoic nature falters—his face is free of the hardened expression he wears during the day, and instead, a gentle smile touches his lips, one that only you are lucky enough to witness. He may reach out to brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his fingers light and tender as they caress your skin. The sight of you at peace, undisturbed by the world around you, brings him a sense of calm he can rarely find elsewhere. Yet, despite the peace he finds in these quiet moments, Haldir knows his responsibilities await. He reluctantly begins to prepare for the day, but not before savoring the fleeting warmth of the moment, knowing that it’s these brief seconds that are the most precious in his heart.

➳ Reluctant to Leave When you’re tangled together in the soft comfort of sleep, Haldir often finds himself hesitant to leave. The world outside calls to him, but there’s a part of him that wants to linger just a little longer, relishing in the warmth and connection you share. He doesn’t want to disturb you, but he can’t help but reach for you one last time before he slips out of bed. With careful movements, he may kiss your forehead or gently brush his lips against your cheek, the kiss a soft and lingering promise of his devotion. There’s no rush for him to leave—he could stay wrapped up in the peace of your embrace forever, but duty always calls him away. Still, as he slips quietly out of bed, he does so with a gentle, almost regretful tenderness. He leaves a small part of himself with you, in the soft touch of his lips and the lingering warmth of his embrace. Though Haldir is often seen as stoic and focused during the day, these moments reveal the depth of his affection. They are a small glimpse into the heart of the warrior who hides his tenderness behind a wall of duty. His love for you is most evident in these quiet, intimate acts, where his devotion to you becomes the most meaningful part of his existence.

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Lindir Sleeping Position

♫ Side by Side: Lindir’s preferred sleeping position is lying on his side, with his back facing you, but always keeping enough space between the two of you that he can sense your presence without feeling overwhelmed. This way, he feels close to you, able to catch the faintest shift of your breathing or the softness of your warmth near him. Even when he’s trying to sleep, his senses remain tuned to you, and every so often, he’ll stretch out his hand in the dark to find yours. His fingers will slip between yours with ease, as if seeking you in the quiet. His grip is light but comforting, and you’ll often feel the warmth of his hand against yours as you drift off to sleep. It’s not an overly possessive hold, but more of a subconscious reassurance that you’re right there with him. If you shift or move, his fingers will instinctively curl around yours tighter, drawing you back into his orbit without ever fully waking.

♫ Back to Back: On days when Lindir has endured a taxing journey or his mind is burdened with deep thoughts, he may choose to sleep with his back to yours, a subtle space between you both. This back-to-back position allows him to feel your warmth without the full intimacy of touching, offering him the distance he sometimes needs to clear his mind before sleep claims him. But even in this quiet solitude, there’s a silent understanding between you. Though you’re not facing one another, he remains ever attuned to your presence. He may shift his position slightly during the night, as though instinctively reaching for you—his body never quite able to stay too far away from yours. His hand might rest gently on the bed, palm open, as if waiting for yours to reach out in return. And if the space between you grows too wide, even while he’s asleep, he’ll subtly adjust, trying to draw nearer, as though his subconscious cannot bear to let you slip too far from his side.

♫ Head on Chest (Rare but Special): When Lindir is feeling particularly vulnerable or affectionate, he may pull you into his arms with a quiet tenderness and rest his head on your chest. This position is rare, reserved only for the moments when he feels completely at ease with you. His forehead might rest lightly against the soft fabric of your nightclothes or skin, and as he listens to the steady beat of your heart, he allows his thoughts to still. He feels safe in this position, as though the worries of the day can slip away with each rhythmic thump, each breath you take. His body relaxes completely, and it’s one of the few times he truly allows himself to be vulnerable. The feeling of being held close in such a personal way allows him to unwind fully, allowing him to shed the quiet walls of his usual composure. His hand may rest gently against your chest, near your heart, as he lets the warmth of your embrace lull him to sleep, safe in the comfort of your proximity. In this position, Lindir feels entirely at peace, able to truly rest and replenish the energy that he so often expends in his day-to-day life.

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Lindir Cuddle Style

♫ Gentle and Unobtrusive as Lindir’s cuddles are the embodiment of comfort and calm, like the softest breeze brushing against your skin. His touch is never forceful or demanding; instead, it’s subtle and considerate. When he wraps his arms around you, it’s not to trap you in his embrace but to offer a quiet, gentle sense of security. His arms will circle your waist or shoulders, but there’s always a softness to his touch—almost like he’s afraid of making you feel confined. The embrace is firm enough to reassure you, but with enough space for you to feel free. If you shift during the night or need more room, Lindir’s instincts will have him adjusting ever so slightly, subtly loosening his hold or shifting positions to ensure you’re always comfortable. Even in his sleep, he’s aware of your presence, and he will instinctively move to provide you with a peaceful space, never crowding or overwhelming you. It’s an unspoken understanding between you both—his tenderness ensuring that you always feel protected, yet free to move as you need.

♫ Lindir is a being who expresses his love through subtlety. His touches are gentle but deliberate, filled with meaning even when words are not spoken. A hand might brush against your cheek, his fingers threading softly through your hair, or he might trace light patterns down your arm with his fingertips, sending a warm sensation that lingers long after. He speaks little when he’s holding you close, preferring to let his actions convey the depth of his feelings. His affection is understated but intense—his eyes may meet yours with a soft gaze, his touch like a wordless affirmation of his care. He enjoys being close, but he’s acutely aware of your personal space and needs. He never overwhelms you with too much closeness, always careful to gauge how you’re feeling and adjust accordingly. It’s as though he is always attuned to the small, quiet shifts in your mood, reacting with just the right amount of distance or closeness to keep you at ease. For Lindir, intimacy is more about presence than grand gestures, and his quiet affection is an ongoing, steady rhythm that creates a warm atmosphere of trust and connection.

♫ Occasional Playfulness While Lindir is often quiet and reserved in his affection, there are moments when a lighter, more playful side emerges. These moments are rare, but they feel like a breath of fresh air when they come. When Lindir feels playful, perhaps after a shared joke or a moment of ease between you, he might pull you into a loose, teasing cuddle. His arms will circle you in a gentle but purposeful way, pulling you closer in a way that suggests a secret, shared bond. His playfulness is never rough—it’s more of a teasing kind of affection. He might nudge you gently with his elbow or tickle you lightly in a fleeting moment of fun. He will often brush his lips against your skin in a soft, fleeting kiss, just enough to make you smile but not so much that it feels overly intense. His laughter will fill the space between you, soft and genuine, like a melody that only you two share. These playful moments, though rare, feel like a little spark of joy amidst the gentleness of his usual affection, reminding you that even in his quiet, composed nature, there is room for lightheartedness and warmth. They leave you feeling adored, cherished, and undeniably special—like you are the center of his world, even if just for a fleeting second.

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Bonus

♫ Post-Duty Relief After a particularly long day filled with meetings, concerts, or the weight of his elven duties, Lindir’s demeanor softens the moment he’s in the comfort of your presence. Despite his usual composure, there’s a subtle shift in him when he can finally unwind. He’ll pull you close, sometimes without words, his arms finding their way around you as though he needs the reassurance of your warmth to release the tension that has built up throughout the day. It’s as if all the weight of his responsibilities vanishes in the safety of your embrace, and though he may not speak of it, the way he clings to you tells you everything you need to know. He doesn’t need to say a word to express his relief—it’s felt in the deep sighs he lets go and the gentle squeeze of his arms around you. He may drift to sleep earlier than usual on nights like these, needing the restorative peace only your presence can offer.

♫ The Reluctant Early Riser Despite Lindir’s deep love for sleep, his sense of duty means he is often the first to wake in the morning, even when he would prefer to linger in the warmth of your embrace a little longer. He is an elf of responsibility, and the moment he wakes, his mind starts ticking, thoughts of the day ahead slowly creeping in. But on mornings when he’s particularly fond of staying in bed, he’ll linger just a little longer, savoring the rare moments of quiet. His hand may rest on your back or your shoulder, enjoying the steady rhythm of your breathing. There’s a softness in his gaze as he watches you sleep, his thoughts slowing down, just letting the quiet of the moment settle around you both. It’s a fleeting escape, a brief moment of solitude before the duties of the day claim his attention. Sometimes, he’ll brush a stray lock of hair from your face, the touch tender and filled with affection, knowing he has to get up soon but unwilling to break the stillness that makes him feel the most connected to you.

♫ Reluctant to Leave Lindir’s connection to you runs deep, and when it’s time for him to get up—especially on days when the demands of his position are calling—he’s often reluctant to leave the safety and warmth of your side. He’ll linger for a few moments longer than necessary, quietly absorbing the calm of the morning together. He might kiss your forehead or the top of your head softly, a gesture that feels almost sacred in its quiet tenderness. His love for you is present in every movement, in the way his fingers trace the curve of your arm or rest lightly on your shoulder as if he can’t quite bear to break the stillness between you. When he does finally slip out of bed, he moves gently, not wanting to disturb you. Yet, there’s a lingering hesitation as he prepares himself for the day’s duties. Before fully rising, he’ll often place a hand on your back one last time, as though grounding himself in your presence before he must step away. Though Lindir may seem composed and poised during the day, these moments of vulnerability, where his love and devotion shine through in small actions, make your time together feel even more meaningful.

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