#male reader x Elrond

[elrondsimp]

Elrond x M! Reader

“Dad”

Arwen was in the kitchen with her father's boyfriend, Y/n, cooking up a delicious meal for the family. As she reached for an ingredient, she turned to Y/n and said, "Can you hand me the salt, Dad?" As soon as the word slipped out of her mouth, Arwen froze. She hadn't meant to call Y/n "Dad". But there was something about the way he had been there for her and her father that made her feel like he was a part of the family.

Y/n stopped what he was doing and looked at Arwen with a gentle smile. "It's okay," he said, handing her the salt. "I'm happy to be a part of your family, Arwen." Feeling embarrassed and guilty for the slip of the tongue, Arwen stuttered out an excuse, saying she wasn't thinking. But Y/n just gave her a warm hug and told her not to worry about it.

Unbeknownst to them, Elrond had been standing in the other room, listening to the exchange. When he heard Arwen call Y/n "Dad", his heart swelled with pride and happiness.

He knew that Y/n had been a wonderful influence on his daughter, and seeing them together like this only confirmed it. Elrond couldn't help but smile from ear to ear as he watched them cook together, feeling grateful for the love and connection that had grown between them.

As they sat down to enjoy their meal, Elrond couldn't help but feel grateful for Y/n’s presence in their lives. He knew that the road ahead would not be easy, but having Y/n by his side gave him hope and strength.

And seeing the way Y/n and Arwen interacted, Elrond knew that they were in good hands. Together, they would face whatever challenges came their way, and come out stronger on the other side.

[youlikefanficdontyousquidward]

A meddling high king

Elrond x Male!Elf!Reader

Summary:High King Gil-Galad conspires to bring his herald closer to one of his guards

Just a short one while I figure stuff out for By Moonlight! I might want to do some rings of power requests soon, I have a few smutty ideas ( •̀ .̫ •́ )✧

Heavy is the head that wears the crown and Gil-Galad's head certainly felt like lead these days. With Galadriel's concerns and pointless meetings with ambitious courtiers he felt he was well justified in making a little bit of fun.

His newest project had been born of an old bit of entertainment grown stale. Despite his heralds silver tongue he had yet to woo the object of his affection. In fact as of late Gil-Galad had become convinced Elrond may not even realise his own feelings. How he could remain so oblivious was beyond him however. As every eloquent word seemed to leave Elrond in the presence of one of Lindon's guards.

Gil-Galad was fond of this guard himself, though it was an entirely platonic appreciation. He was just a very calming presence. No fawning or awkwardness under the scrutiny of his High King, just a dutiful quiet man. Though Gil-Galad was far too observant not to notice his albeit subtle reactions to Elrond's presence.

Just last week he'd watched as Elrond took notes in a meeting with a rather dull member of the court. Y/n had stood against the wall, ready for his call but Gil-Galad noted his eyes shifting back to his herald as the hours dragged on.

Then Elrond had paused in his note taking. His curls had fallen into his face, haven grown long as of late. He swept them back, his fingers splaying and running through the waves and just for a moment Gil-Galad watched his guard stiffen.

Then not two days prior Gil-Galad had spied Elrond's attempts at conversation with the man. The ellon who wrote his speeches, who prided himself on his recall of poetry and prose, now fumbled over simple small talk.

Gil-Galad believed he'd meant to make some comment on the unseasonable chill but had somehow so expertly fumbled his words as to imply his guard was standoffish and cold. Then in a spectacular display of stuttered half sentences manged to call him foolish and then trip over the low wall of the garden.

Any man would've been right to let him land face first in the shrubbery but not Y/n. He'd instead caught the buffoon and pulled him swiftly to his feet and right into his arms. Then as if he couldn't have made Elrond blush deeper he'd laughed heartily. Such a sudden and melodic sound that Gil-Galad himself was surprised it came from his quiet guard. Then to seal the deal had told the quickly reddening ellon that any day would be warmed by his company.

Yet, Gil-Galad noted, neither had made any move to begin a courtship. He supposed his guard may feel it inappropriate to engage in such behaviour with another in service to himself. Though perhaps not, as Gil-Galad had approved of many such unions in his presence. So it may be something a lot simpler though uncharacteristic of a man he'd seen leap into ravenous warg's path without a second thought.

He was scared.

Thus, as all things, it seemed to fall into Gil-Galad's hands to rectify the situation. So when opportunity struck he sent his favoured guard along side Elrond and Celebrimbor. Gil-Galad smiled into his goblet at the thought of the journey. Of Elrond and Y/n spending hours trekking together. Growing comfortable in each others presence.

He could just imagine Elrond's flushed expression when they'd arrive at Eregion. Where a Lord's duties would pull Celebrimbor from the group and leave them alone at last. Would they stroll together in the cities gardens? Take a trip past the bridge to lunch at the river banks? Could Elrond steady his heart long enough to recite a few verses?Would he come to see Y/n's admiration? Whatever they did he did not suppose it mattered, after all they'd be in each others company and that'd be enough.

[hornydilfsinyourarea]

Lord Of The Rings/The Hobbit x Dragon-Hybrid! Male! User

Authors note: if you guys want other characters added to this, just ask!

Scenario: "You're a dragon hybrid, having horns, wings, and a tail of a dragon, but you possessed the body of a man, there were no record of your species, dragons, yes, but hybrid's? Nope, there were none, but then you ended up in a strange place, but... While you were there, you caught someone's eye, you were... Interesting to them, very interesting, they even started to fall for you... But what happens when they find out that your going through a mating season? One thing is for sure... They help you out, they wouldn't want to leave you unsatisfied, do they?~"

Warning: NSFW, Size difference (Frodo), cave sex (Gríma), mentioned that user has a big dick, horn holding (the character is holding one of your horns), mention of user being in rut (Elrond, Frodo, Thranduil, Legolas), mention of character hearing you pleasure yourself (Legolas, Elrond, Frodo, Thranduil)

The characters! (just click on their name!)

☆ Elrond •♡• Frodo Baggins •♡• Thranduil •♡• Legolas •♡• Gríma Wormtongue •♡• Lindir •♡• more coming soon! ☆

[anxiteyandsleep]

Oh the fun I can have with this so. Human Rivendell gaurd - (us) male. Likes either Elrond/Elladan/lindir/glorfindel depending on who you like more BUT due to being human homophobia exists where we were raised. So opening about our feelings is a no no no. Basically a fic about confronting that and woowww happy ending

Okay so I do not know enough about Elladan and Glorfindel, at one point I did but my memory is shit so💀 I picked Elrond, though maybe I'll write something similar for Lindir later👀 Also did it more with the reader struggling with "i wish he was a girl" / internalized homophobia. This ends more with a promise of a future relationship

Hope you enjoy!

Lord Elrond was beautiful, the way his brown hair flowed down his back, his soft smile, his compassion for others. It was all so beautiful, (name) found himself admiring the elf regularly. When he was on night duty, his thoughts were filled with the brunette elf, his dreams plagued by fantasies of what they could be. If it wasn't for one problem - Elrond wasn't a woman.

(name) had no problem with others pursuing same sex relationships, there's never any judgement but... When it came to him, he felt as though it was wrong. Forbidden. Because where he was raised, it very much was. So (name) pushed his feelings down as much as possible, trying to ignore the warm feeling that built it's way up whenever Lord Elrond glanced his way

It was a dark, chilled night, (name) was keeping watch near Lord Elronds library. It was quite, nothing was happening so (name) allowed his thoughts to wander for a moment. Thinking back to the time he had been injured by an orc, the worried expression in Lord Elronds eyes as he approached, the way his warm, gentle hands tended to his bleeding leg, the soft elvish he whispered that (name) had no understanding of. That moment was when (name) realized he was falling in love and it made him feel sick

"(Name), good to see you. Taking the night watch again?" Lord Elronds voice cut through the memories, snapping (name) back to reality. Lord Elrond was leaving the library, book in hand. "I worry, humans should sleep during the night, not stay up standing in a hallway that does not need guarding" He hummed, stepping closer to the human guard, keen eyes looking him up and down. (name) couldn't bring himself to speak, a strange feeling overwhelming him. A mix of desire and shame bubbling inside of him.

"You're troubled, what is on your mind?" Elrond questioned with furrowed brows, gently resting his hand on (name)s shoulder and leading him back into the library for a private place to talk.

(name) had no idea what to say, men weren't supposed to talk like this, not about their feelings or what troubles them, at least not where he was raised. On top of that, how was he supposed to explain to his Lord that he was extremely conflicted about falling for him?

"It's nothing, my Lord Elrond, I'm just chilled. That is all" (name) lied and he knew it was painfully obvious. Elronds arched brow only confirmed his worries that Elrond saw right through it. However Elrond walked over to the tea tray and poured a cup, steam rising from the hot liquid. "It is a cold night, here, drink up"

(Name) took the cup from Elronds hand, feeling the warmth through his gloves. "Thank you, that is very kind" he whispered, softly blowing on the tea before taking a sip. It was delicious and did help his nerves, if only a little.

"now, what is truly troubling you?" Elrond questioned after a long silence, sitting down on a chair tucked away in the corner near a window, the moonlight flowing in and making him look all the more beautiful.

"i..." (name) started, struggling to find the right words. Lying again wouldn't work, Elrond will only see right through it and question again later on. "I'm sorry i....just wish you were different... I wish I could love someone else so it would be easier" (name) admitted, his voice barely above a whisper and cracking slightly as he struggled to hold back the tears threatened to spill from his eyes. He didn't dare look at Elrond, eyes glued to the floor beneath his feat

The silence from Elrond felt painfully long. Then a warm, gentle hand tilted (name)s chin up, forcing him to meet his gaze. "there is nothing wrong with how you love, Meleth nín." He reassured softly. "I understand that you were raised to think differently, but here there is no judgement for genuine love"

(name) tried to speak, muttering something to disagree but Elrond quietly shushed him. "I love you too, though if you are not ready to accept it, I will wait until you're ready." Elrond pressed a soft kiss to (name)s lips, it was tender and brief, a promise of what's to come later on. "Sleep, I will have someone else takeover for the night."

[dewdropdinosaur]

The Last Path to You

Frodo x M Reader Summary: Frodo and Y/N sit atop Mount Doom, the end is near. However, not everyone survives the Ring. Warnings: Death, feelings. PG For my friend @pixie-skull enjoy!

The air was thick with smoke, the remains of Mount Doom swirling around in a frenzy of ash and magma. Frodo lay on the rocks, his body battered and weak, every breath a painful reminder of the journey he had enjoyed. 

“We did it, Mr. Frodo,” Sam said, his voice a ragged whisper. “It’s over.”

Frodo nodded slowly, eyes heavy with exhaustion. Memories washed over him: the day the Fellowship had split, the despair of losing Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli to their own battles. The loneliness of the Ring had been suffocating, but Sam and Y/N had stayed by his side, despite his faults and slights against them. 

“Y/N,” Frodo murmured, turning his head slightly. “Are they—”

“They’re right here, Mr. Frodo,” Sam assured him, his voice breaking. “We’re all together.”

The distant sound of wings stirred the heavy air. The Eagles descended, their massive forms cutting through the smoke, followed closely by Gandalf, his presence a beacon of hope amid the chaos.

As the Eagles landed, Frodo’s vision blurred. He felt the warmth of Y/N’s hand slip away. “Stay with me,” he pleaded, though he barely had the strength to speak.

“I’m here, Frodo,” Y/N replied, their voice soft yet steady. But as they leaned closer, Frodo could see the paleness of their skin, the blood pooling around them like a dark promise. 

“We’ll make it out of this. I promise.”

The last thing Frodo remembered before darkness claimed him was the sound of Gandalf’s voice calling for him and the warmth of Y/N’s grip around his hand.

---

When Frodo awoke, the world was bright and peaceful. Rivendell. He blinked against the light, confusion settling over him like a heavy blanket. The pain he had felt fo so long had slipped away. 

Voices filled the air, laughter echoing as he turned to see familiar faces gathered around him.

“Frodo!” Merry’s joyful shout broke through the haze, followed by Pippin’s exuberance. “You’re awake!”

But as the celebrations swirled around him, a gnawing emptiness pierced through the joy. Frodo’s gaze darted from face to face, seeking a presence that should have been there. 

“Where’s Y/N?” he asked, the question hanging heavy in the air.

The laughter faded, replaced by an uncomfortable silence. Elrond stepped forward, his expression grave. “Frodo… Y/N has passed.”

The words struck harder than the pierce of the Morgul blade.

 “No,” he breathed, tears blurring his vision. “They were… they were right here.”

Elrond knelt beside him, extending a small rope ring, the one Y/N had made long ago—a simple yet beautiful craft. 

“This was their last wish for you. They wanted you to have it.”

Frodo’s hands trembled as he took the ring, it was a promise of love and loyalty, now forever entwined with the pain of loss.

“I couldn’t save them,” Frodo whispered, choking on his grief.

“You fought bravely, Frodo,” Gandalf said gently, placing a hand on his shoulder. “The hero is often rarely rewarded in struggle, but the reward enough is knowing that those we have lost, loved us to the very end.”

The laughter around him, the joy of victory, turned to ash in his mouth. How could he celebrate a victory when the light of his life had been extinguished?

---

Months had passed since that fateful day on the slopes of Mount Doom, yet the memories still felt vivid to Frodo. The Shire had resumed its tranquil rhythm, but he often found himself wandering its familiar paths with a heaviness in his heart.  Frodo clutched the ring, its presence both a comfort and a constant reminder of what he had lost. As he looked out over the rolling hills of the Shire, he realized that the journey had changed him forever, each step carved into his soul.

On a crisp evening, he, Sam, Pippin, and Merry gathered at the Green Dragon, the warmth of the tavern enveloping them like it used to. The air buzzed with laughter and the clinking of mugs, but Frodo felt a bittersweet edge to the merriment. The ale didnot taste as refreshing, Merry and Pippins dancing didn’t shake the tables the same; it all was different.

“Here’s to our journey!” Pippin raised his mug high, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “And to Y/N, who was braver than all of us!”

“Aye!” Merry chimed in, his voice strong despite the pang of loss. “To Y/N, who always found a way to make the dark times brighter!”

Frodo raised his mug too, the wooden surface cool against his palm. As he looked down, he caught sight of the rope promise ring glinting on his finger, a tangible reminder of the love that had once illuminated his darkest moments. With a gentle kiss pressed to the ring, he whispered, “For you, Y/N.”

Sam, sitting beside him, leaned closer, his eyes soft with understanding. “They’d want you to find joy again, Frodo. We all would.”

With a small nod, Frodo tried to embrace the warmth of the moment. They toasted once more, the clamor of the tavern swirling around them, a symphony of life that felt both beautiful and heartbreaking. They shared stories, laughter bubbling over, yet Frodo’s heart lingered in a quiet space, half-listening, half-lost in reflection.

As the sun began to set over the rolling hills, casting golden hues across the Shire, Frodo found himself at the riverbank, his heart pounding with an unexplainable urgency. He had received word that Gandalf and Elrond were waiting for him, and he knew this moment had arrived.

The boat to the Gray Havens rocked gently in the water, the shimmering surface reflecting the fading light. As he approached, he saw Gandalf, his wise eyes twinkling with both sorrow and solace, and Elrond, whose expression bore the weight of countless farewells.

“Frodo,” Gandalf greeted him, his voice warm. “Are you ready?”

Frodo’s heart swelled as he stepped onto the boat. The ache of loss still resided within him, but it felt lighter, almost like a whispering promise. “I am,” he replied, glancing back at the Shire, where the lights of familiar homes twinkled like stars. “I will always carry them with me.”

Elrond nodded solemnly, understanding the depth of Frodo’s resolve. As they drifted further from the shore, Frodo’s heart raced with anticipation and hope. The waters parted before them, the horizon opening up like a door to a world beyond.

“Y/N is waiting for you, Frodo,” Gandalf said softly, as the first stars began to appear in the twilight sky. 

Frodo felt a surge of warmth at those words. As the boat glided smoothly toward the Gray Havens, he gazed into the distance, his heart open to the possibilities that lay ahead. He could almost feel Y/N beside him, their laughter echoing through the ages, wrapping around him like a gentle breeze.

In that moment, Frodo understood that this journey was not an end, but a new beginning. A journey to reunite with the love he had lost, to find peace at last. With the rope ring on his finger and memories held close, he embraced the horizon, ready to sail into the unknown, knowing that no matter what, he would be with Y/N again.

[queenstarlight2]

Imagine Elrond teaching you how to ride a horse.

[kingofvipers]

The Hobbit Masterlist

Bilbo

Thorin

Kili

Fili

Thranduil

Legolas

Bard

Bain

Azog

Smaug

Elrond

[feyhunter78]

Send me the number you’d want to see and with what character and I’ll see what I can whip up for y’all!!!!

20 Soft/Fluffy Dialogue Prompts

Okay, that angst piece I did was emotional, so I wrote some fluffy dialogue prompts to cheer myself up and thought I would share 🥹

✧: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

1. “Have I mentioned that I love you?” // “oh, only about a thousand times today.”

2. “…Do I have something on my face?” // “No. I just love looking at you. I can’t believe you’re real.”

3. “Are you warm enough? Here, have my coat.”

4. “What are you doing here?” // “I know I already said goodnight, but I wanted to tell you that I love you…again. And kiss you…again.”

5. “I didn’t know what I wanted from the future until I pictured you in it.”

6. “…What are you doing?” // “Holding your hand.”

7. “This is really interesting conversation and I swear I am invested, but I just need to kiss you. Right now.”

8. “You are…so beautiful, I don’t even know what to say.”

9. “Last night was just…perfect.”

10. “Sit between my legs. I’m combing your hair.”

11. “That smile just…kills me. Every time.”

12. “I didn’t know it was even possible to be this happy.”

13. “I don’t care where we are. Just as long as you’re there.”

14. “I love you and you love me, and we will be fine for that reason.”

15. “Every day that I live, I’m yours. Every single one.”

16. “I love this. Being with you.”

17. “Let’s just…go somewhere. Do something. Just you and me.”

18. “Come lie with me. Let me hold you.”

19. “Where are you taking me? It’s so early.” // “We’re going to watch the sunrise.”

20. “I’ve never wanted anyone or anything the way I want you. It’s terrifying. And so, so beautiful.”

[crownedghostprince]

That’s My Emotional Support Wife!

Legolas x Female!Accident Prone!Reader

Fandom: The Hobbit

Legolas and (Y/N) had courted for about a decade before finally deciding to marry.  (Y/N) was the daughter of Lord Elrond, just slightly younger than Arwen, and after marriage she moved to Mirkwood to live with Legolas and her father-in-law the King, Thranduil.  Legolas didn’t mind how accident prone (Y/N) was, sometimes it was even sort of cute.  And now there are 13 dwarves in the cells of Mirkwood having to be dealt with whilst the Elves continue their parties, patrols and usual antics that the dwarves were unaware of until that day.

Requests: Closed. Requested: no.

Warning(s): None.

Note: This is sort of silly, so if you enjoy a fun fanfiction, this is the one to read! (Y/C) - stands for (Your Choice) and (Your Colour).

Word Count: 2,021

[Third Person Perspective]

(I couldn’t find any attached link to this picture from Pinterest, but it was under the account name “The Facegirl” when I found it. They seem cool from what I checked out.)

The dwarves were not happy to be locked up in the cells of Mirkwood under King Thranduil’s rule.  The elves would just pass by here and there as if it was an ordinary path to take.  These cells weren’t in dungeons or anything like you might expect, for the bars of the cells were incredibly tough and strong.  Therefore, there was no need to put the cells in such an inconvenient spot and instead it was closer to the main area where most Wood Elves just wandered through.  (This was also best as the Woodland Realm almost never had prisoners to jail).

So, the dwarves were trapped in their cells, waiting for Thorin to join them (hopefully with good news).  They’d tried breaking out of the cell in whatever way they could think.  From slamming against the bars with their shoulders, to kicking them with their legs and shaking them with their hands.  But still the cell bars held strong.  Bofur was the first to actually observe the elves, rather than sneer and ignore them like the others.  The others didn’t wish to make eye-contact or even look in their general direction.

Bofur watched, as many elves walked through speaking elvish and looking graceful.  Some elves were so graceful when they walked it looked almost as if they were floating across the floor, not even touching the ground.  He struggled to tell who was male and who was female, but the sounds of their voices definitely helped - even if he couldn’t understand their language.

Eventually he saw a beautiful elf with (Y/C) hair and (Y/C) eyes.  His?  Her? Dress was a beautiful mixture of pink and purple that fell past their ankles and hid their feet.  Thus, they appeared to be floating as they walked.  Bofur smiled, appreciating how beautiful the elves could truly be.  How graceful and--and she walked into a wall.  This got the dwarves quietly chuckling from they cells.

Even Dwalin was hiding his snicker.  They would laugh more openly, but they were in foul moods and didn’t want to anger the elves when the elves had an advantage against them.  The elf maiden didn’t seem to mind - hearing their chuckles with her good hearing - and laughed with them.  A shadow crossed the floor and Legolas landed with perfection as he came to check on his wife.  The dwarves’ faces immediately molded into scowls at the sight of the rude elf that found them and cast them into their cells.

They continued to watch as Legolas checked his wife’s face for cuts and smiled when she was cleared to be okay.  He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and took her hand, walking her to the staircase to continue her on her path.  She was not halfway up the staircase when she tripped and fell.  Luckily, Legolas was used to this and simply caught her and gracefully carried her the rest of the way.  He set her back down on the marble floors, kissed the back of her hand and returned to his position up high, watching over the area.  She curtsied and although the dwarves could not hear - or understand it - she thanked him.  “Ni ‘lassui en, Legolas.”

An hour later, Thorin joined his company in the cells.  He simply explained how he had not taken any deal with King Thranduil and that all the Elves could...well...let’s not translate that now.  The dwarves were upset by this news, feeling like they’d be trapped forever.  But Thorin knew there was a Bilbo Baggins somewhere out there.  And he would help free them.  He was sure of it.  Bilbo was not so sure.  Every time he thought he had a clear path to descend to the cells, suddenly a bunch of elves walked by.  He was thankful the ring he found made him invisible.

Some were going to patrol outside, some were laughing and telling jokes in Elvish, some were carrying wine and food, or decorations and others were reading a lovely looking book as they walked by.  The thing is this: Bilbo didn’t have many openings to sneak past and not bump into someone.  So instead he decided to follow them for a brief moment and saw them setting up a sort of party.  With decorations and a clear view of the sky where Bilbo could see the tinges of orange and pink beginning to appear in the clouds.

There were tables lined with bottles of wine and kegs of wine and cups for the wine.  There were a few tables of food, but mostly it was wine.  With lots of seats, some elves already perched on the staircases and some elves sitting up high on ledges already getting drunk.  Many were singing and some were possibly telling poems?  Or stories?  Bilbo wasn’t quite sure but it was a merry gathering that was forming.

‘Well,’  Bilbo decided to himself, ‘Time to find those dwarves.’  And so he walked back the way he came, sneaking down corridors of marble and past beautiful pillars with beautiful, intricate carvings running down them.  Soon his eyes laid upon, a (Y/C) haired elf with a beautiful dress and stunning eyes.  She was reading a book as she walked absentmindedly.  He decided to follow her and see where he ended up.

They walked for almost half an hour when he heard the familiar, grumpy dwarves’ voices as they hushedly whispered to each other in Khuzdul.  ‘Finally,’ Bilbo thought excitedly, ‘I’ve found them!’  He waited behind the she-elf, watching where she was headed.  By the time he realized she was about to walk down a flight of stairs and possibly injure herself, a blond elf was by her side with an arm around her waist.  Legolas was so accustomed to stopping his wife from falling down stairs it was almost a daily thing to catch her and gently lead her away.

“A, Legolas.”  She smiled to her lover with such a soft gaze he felt sure to melt under it.  Although the dwarves did not know it, ‘A’ was Elvish for ‘Hi’.  However, they simply thought it was an exclamation like the English ‘Ah’ when one realizes they almost walked off the top step of a flight of stairs.

However, (Y/N) was so accident prone she was no longer surprised when someone stopped her from walking into a wall, or a door, or out a window and this case was no different.  Bruises and cuts from falling down stairs was common for our silly she-elf lady.  Legolas sighed fondly.  “Hiril vuin, please do fall down the stairs before a most wonderful celebration.”  ‘Hiril vuin’ was Elvish for ‘my lady’ and was a sweet and simple way for Legolas to remain caring, but serious, in front of the dwarvish prisoners.

Bofur spoke up with a chuckle from the cells below, “Is falling down the stairs a common occurrence?�� I would love to see such a performance everyday!”  He joked.  The dwarves laughed in agreement except for Oin who could barely hear what Bofur said.

“What did he say?”  He asked Gloin who was in the cell beside him.  His question went unanswered as Gloin continued to loudly laugh.  Legolas glared down at the cells whilst (Y/N) simply laughed with the dwarves.  She had a wonderful sense of humour - she has two older and fun twin brothers after all - and she was also used to these jokes which made it even more fun in her opinion!

Once the laughter had settled down a bit (Y/N) chuckled out, “I knew I should’ve been the King’s jester!”  and the howls of laughter sprung back up again.  Their thunderous voices bounced of the walls and echoed through the building.  Even Legolas and Bilbo chuckled at (Y/N)’s joke.  As the dwarves continued to laugh, crack jokes and sometimes just rest in silence, Legolas decided to simply ignore them and inquire about his wife’s current book.  “Oh!  It’s a book of Elvish poems and short love stories.  I fell in love with it after reading the first couple of love poems.  It even has some poems specifically to be read just before you sleep.  Oh!  I’ll find one of my favourites for you!”

She began to carefully flip back through the previously read pages, keeping her bookmark on her current page as she did so.  Bilbo took this chance to quietly sneak past the couple and down the stairs to the cells in order to look for the keys.  Legolas smiled adoringly as his wife quietly muttered the poem titles until she found the one she was looking for.  Although the Elvish is truly beautiful and wonderful to read, here’s the English equivalent instead:

“ Your Divine Beauty,

The stars crown your head, As you rest peacefully in bed, And the moon bathes you in its’ light, Kissing you with all its’ might.

Such beauty even the sun bows down, So its’ colours may reflect onto your white gown. Pink, orange and gold, Dare not touch or enfold.

For they will not dare, To hide your beauty nor ensnare.”

Although Bilbo and the dwarves had no clue what she said as it was in Elvish, still they folded to the sound of her melodic voice when she read aloud her favourite poem.  Legolas gently kissed her forehead when she was finished and sighed wistfully.  “I adore that poem so much now.”  He smiled down as their foreheads rested together.

“I’m glad you liked it, dear.”  She grinned, returning his kiss with a giggle.  Only a moment had passed when they heard approaching footsteps.  Bilbo snuck back to a corner in case they should pass him and the dwarves returned to their original scowls as two Elven guards came to a stop in front of the couple.  The woman curtsied to the guards and they returned with a bow.

“We’re sorry to interrupt, but the celebrations are beginning.”  They explained, carefully watching Legolas’ eyes as he sighed.

“Very well.  Then I shall not keep you any longer, my dear.  Please, go enjoy yourself and do not wait up for me.  I will join you shortly after I have finished my patrol over the cells.”  Legolas kissed his wife’s hand with a tenderness and care you only hear and see in romance books.

“Thank-you, darling.  I shall join them, but I shall still wait for you.”  She grinned with a cheeky glint to her eyes.

“Why do I bother to tell you to not wait, you don’t listen anyway.”  He chuckled sweetly.  “Very well.  Now go, before my father is disappointed with both of us being absent.”

“Ah, yes, I should hurry then.  Take care, darling, and try not to roughen up the dwarves too much.”  She kissed him once more before leaving with the guards to the celebrations.  Legolas sighed wistfully once more and did not move until she was safe out of sight with the guards.  He trusted them to catch her if she should fall.

But even if she is injured, they have healers that are always pre-prepared for her anyway.  He turned back and before he could ascend back to his post, the dwarves spoke up.

“So she and you are...well...together, huh?”

“She’s my emotional support wife.”  Legolas grinned mischievously, knowing fully well she could still hear them with her excellent Elvish hearing.  A second later his ears heard her voice in the distance,

“I heard that!”  And he smiled hearing her voice once more.

“You’ll do well to not disrespect her whilst you’re here.”  Legolas stared the dwarves down as he finally returned to his post, just out of their line of sight above them.  The dwarves rolled their eyes and proceeded to taunt him with funny comments anyway.  All were harmless, but they were fishing for a reaction from Legolas so they did their best to make it sound almost like insults.  He didn’t care enough to hear though, he was ignoring them and mentally reciting his wife’s favourite poem so when she was having a bad sick day he’d know it off by heart.

[elrondsimp]

Well hello I happened to wander into your ask box, and was wondering if you could write an Elrond x rreader where the reader grew up in a toxic home and has a lot of scars from it and elrond innocently asks about them and then they open up to him and it's really fluffy maybe.

if this makes you uncomfy please ignore.

P! Elrond x Gn! Reader

“Scars of home”

A/n: I wrote it platonically bc I didn’t it want it to be the “I’ll kiss your scars away” cringe. Makes me recoil I’ll be happy to make another one romantic though if you would like :>

In the tranquil halls of Rivendell, where the soft melodies of nature danced through the air, lived a human whose past was marked by the harshness of their home. The scars of their past, both seen and unseen, adorned their heart and body. However, amidst the timeless beauty of Elrond's realm, a gentle light found its way into their life.

One serene day, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Elrond found himself in the company of the Y/n. The two had developed a quiet friendship, founded on understanding and compassion. Elrond admired their strength and resilience, though he could sense the pain hidden behind their gentle eyes.

As they strolled through the peaceful gardens, Elrond couldn't help but notice the scars that adorned their skin. “My dear friend, may I inquire about the scars you adorn?”

At first, they were hesitated, their heart beating faster with the memories that resurfaced. Yet, there was something about Elrond's presence that felt safe, and with a deep breath, they decided to open up to him.

"These are the marks of a difficult past," they began, their voice soft but steady. "I grew up in a home plagued by hate—a place that should have been filled with love and care, but instead, it was a place of pain and cruelty."

Elrond listened attentively, his expression filled with empathy, and he didn't interrupt as Y/n continued to share their painful memories. They recounted the struggles they faced, the emotional wounds that ran deep, and the physical scars that bore testimony to their survival.

As they spoke, Elrond's heart swelled with compassion for them. He offered them a gentle hand, a silent gesture of support and comfort. "You have faced so much," he said softly. "Yet, you are here now, strong and resilient, despite the scars you carry."

Tears welled in the Y/n’s eyes, moved by Elrond's understanding and warmth. They found solace in his presence, the weight of their past momentarily lifted. "Thank you," they whispered, their voice quivering with emotion.

Elrond smiled gently, reassuringly. "It is an honor to be entrusted with your story," he said, "and know that you are not defined by your past. Here in Rivendell, you are surrounded by friends who care deeply for you."

And in that moment, they felt a sense of belonging, of being seen and accepted for who they were, scars and all. Elrond's compassion had kindled a spark of hope within them, reminding them that healing and love were not beyond reach.

As the stars began to dot the evening sky, Elrond and Y/n continued to stroll through the gardens, their conversation now filled with lightness and laughter. A beautiful friendship had bloomed, and in Rivendell's embrace, they found a sanctuary—a place to heal, to grow, and to embrace the love that had entered their life.

In the days that followed, Elrond continued to be a steadfast presence, offering a guiding hand and a caring heart. And as time passed, Y/n's emotional baggage began to fade, replaced by the warmth of love and the gentle touch of healing, all nurtured in the tranquil haven of Rivendell.

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

The Ménage à trois series

First one-shot - Pleasurable torment

Pairing: Thranduil x Elrond x Fem. Reader 

Themes: Smut | Soft | Aftercare | Established Poly relationship

Warnings: Kissing | Dom. Sub. Aspects | Overstimulation | Penetrative sex | Orgasm denial | some cock warming | Size kink | Cream Pie | Nicknames | Oral (male receiving) | Dirty talk / Degradation | Dacryphillia | Masturbation (Male) 

Word count: 2k words

Rating: 🔥🔥🔥

Minors DNI | 18+

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"Come, come, my petal, surely you can take all of me into you."

Thranduil smirked as he lay there, all cocky and arrogant. He smirked even more when you had to grab onto his arms while lowering yourself onto him.

"But she listens so well," Elrond purred while he watched. "Does she not?"

"Indeed," Thranduil looked on wolfishly when you mewled. "Aww," he tsked. "Do you need my help, petal?"

As much as it embarrassed you to do so, you had to admit you needed help. Both Thranduil and Elrond had more size than many, and if you were honest with yourself, you liked it when either one of them, or both of them, took control of your body. "Y-yes," you whined pitifully. "P-please, my lord."

Thranduil growled and narrowed his eyes. He was going to enjoy this immensely. "Distract her," he muttered as he sat up and grabbed onto your hips.

Elrond grinned wickedly as he moved to you, kneeling beside you, cupping your chin, and making you face him. His lips grazed the corners of your mouth, his tongue flicking and probing before moving to your lips, forcing them apart. When you hummed and sighed into his mouth, Elrond groaned and deepened his kiss, to try and distract you from what Thranduil was about to do to you.

And how you felt it—his thick cock pressing deep into your throbbing cunt, his rich and deep moans spilling out while his fingers gripped tightly against your waist. Elrond's kisses muffled your whines, your little whimpers, his free hand snaking down to play with your clit. That jolted you even more, and the fire in your belly grew when his tongue danced against yours. 

Thranduil kept still, letting you adjust to his size. You squirmed when Elrond kept playing with your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You moved, rocking your hips slowly, and then Thranduil grabbed onto them. "Stop," he hissed, digging his fingers into your flesh until you complied. "Do not move, my little petal. Just sit still and keep me warm."

You would have whined had Elrond not opened his mouth over yours again. Thranduil rested against his pillows, content to watch while Elrond had his way with you. 

And how he had his way with you, letting go of your chin so he could hook an arm around your waist, holding you tight as he played with your clit, forcefully this time, his mouth muffling even more of your whimpers. "So obedient," he pulled away to croon. "So pliant. I wonder how pliant you could be." Before you could even think of replying, Elrond sought your lips again, moaning ever so deeply when you sighed and melted against him. 

Thranduil ran his hands up your torso, making them glide over the warm flesh before reaching up to cup your breasts. You shivered when skilled fingers played with your buds, moaning into Elrond's mouth when little jolts of pain mixed with pleasure flashed through your body. Please, you wanted to say. Please finish me.

Only the words never came. So overcome were you by the pleasures that kept washing over you that you seemed to have lost all control of your tongue. You could feel your walls fluttering again, pulsing around Thranduil's cock. You prayed that they would allow you to orgasm this time, and satisfy your release-starved body. Elrond had other ideas, and as soon as he heard your breath reducing to shallow pants, as soon as he felt your body stiffen, he pulled away, joining Thranduil on his side of the bed. 

You panted, your hands splaying against Thranduil's torso as you fought to steady yourself. Your walls still throbbed around his cock, pulling him in deeper and you felt like sobbing a little. The king moaned when he felt it, his own urges finally overcoming him. He could wait no longer. "Ride me, little petal," he ordered, his hands landing firmly on your waist. "Ride your king."

But, before you could start, he had one final order for you. "But you are not to come, yes?" He cooed as you lifted your head and nodded. "Not until we allow you to."

"Yes, my l-lord," you whimpered, bracing yourself as Thranduil let his head fall back into the pillows, his mouth parted in a silent moan.

The pain and pleasure you felt every time his length sank deep into your hole and struck all the right places brought tears to your eyes. Thranduil's hands tightened their grip on your waist, holding onto you, guiding you, and bringing you down harder as his own hips started to slap against the insides of your thighs. You could only throw your head back as you bounced on his cock, your babbles growing more incoherent as they mixed with your moans and pleas.

"Pathetic, little petal," Elrond watched while he pumped his length. He kept his rhythm on a slow, even keel, eager to finish in that pretty little mouth of yours. "Mere moments have passed and already you're begging for his seed. Or is it rather that you want your release?" Elrond tutted and whimpered, his greedy eyes lighting up at the sight of your heaving breasts. "Is that it?"

More tears pooled around your eyes as the sensations you felt grew all too intense. "B-both m-my l-lord," you managed a stuttered answer. "B-both. P-please."

Thranduil forced open his eyes, groaning with delight when he saw your tears. He reared up and forced himself into a seated position, his feet tucked neatly under his calves. "You know you cannot have both at the same time, yes?" He ran his lips over the corners of your eyes, gently lapping at your tears of frustration. Thranduil released his hands and hooked both arms around your waist instead, moaning into your hair when your arms twined around his neck. "You will have to be patient, my pathetic little petal."

You couldn't speak, could barely breathe. Thranduil held you tighter, his cock ramming into you and making you see stars. " 's t-too m-much m-lord," you whined into his shoulder. "It's a-all t-too m-much."

Thranduil merely chuckled when he heard your soft mewls. "Come come, my petal," he cooed into your ear. "Pick up your pace. Let my cock empty itself in that sweet little cunt of yours."

You pulled your head back, your breath getting knocked out of your lungs when Thranduil crushed your lips with his, his tongue licking past your bruised and puffy lips. 

His thrusts grew too intense. His embraces grew too intense. His kisses left you senseless, blind to everything but what he was doing to you. You felt it, his body trembling, his breath growing shallow and ragged with each passing second. You used every ounce of willpower you had not to come all over him right then and there. Elrond continued to pump his cock and watch, his mind growing hazy with thoughts of kissing his way all over your breasts.

And Thranduil didn't last for much longer. Mere moments later, he buried himself to the hilt, balls deep, making you cry out as pleasure mixed with little jolts of pain. He groaned long and deep and throaty as his cock spasmed, spilling its contents inside your throbbing walls. He held onto you while his chest heaved and the last of his seed was spent inside of you.

Only it wasn't over. Not yet. Elrond needed to be satiated, as well as you. Thranduil gently laid you down, saying, "Finish him off, petal," He huffed as he struggled for breath. "I will take care of you while you do so."

Elrond took your hand. "Come my petal," he cooed. "And wrap that pretty mouth of yours along my cock."

You made your way over to Elrond, wrapping a hand around his cock when you reached him. You settled into a rhythm that he liked, your hand tightening and releasing, your spine tingling with his moans, and then, when his muscles tightened, you took him into the warmth of your mouth, taking him as far as you could manage, your tongue licking its way against the underside of his cock.

Elrond's breath grew shallow and laboured as you started to bob your head up and down, your cheeks hallowing, and your moans were muffled when he grabbed onto your hair. He wrapped his hands around your locks, holding them out of the way for you. The warmth of your mouth was so sinful, your tongue so luscious as it flicked against his tip before warming the underside of his length, well, it nearly made him cum inside your mouth right then and there. Thranduil sneaked a hand under your belly, to play with your soaked clit, moaning when his fingers grew slick with both your essence and his.

Your body trembled and trembled when a finger slipped into your hole, piercing you and pumping you. Elrond started to gently thrust his hips while your mouth worked his cock, your moans growing as deep as his when he grabbed onto your hair, gently pushing your face down and making you take him even deeper into you. Thranduil inserted a second finger, curling them and stretching your walls, groaning in satisfaction when he felt your walls clench around them. He kept pumping you, inserting a third finger, hitting that sweet spot of yours, and making you draw in a sharp breath while you worked on Elrond's cock. His breath grew shaky, and he moaned deeply, his cock throbbing against your tongue. He pumped your sweet mouth, thrilling when you somehow managed to make your way down to the base of his cock. When you got that first taste of him, you took him as deeply as you could, not stopping until he moaned your name and you felt his warmth spray over your eager tongue. You swallowed all that he gave you, relishing his deep moans and pants. You pulled away, licking your lips, only to find yourself being pulled onto your back.

Thranduil kept his eyes on you, whispering sweet nothings while his fingers kept slipping into your slick heat. Your eyes crunched shut when Elrond placed his greedy mouth over a breast, fondling the other with his hand while he licked and laved, gently nipping at that soft bud and tugging it between his teeth. It felt so good, to submit to your lovers like this, letting them have their way with your body, take their pleasure from you. And they were so, so good to you in every aspect, never making you want for anything in any way.

"That's it, petal," Thranduil murmured when he felt your walls tighten. "Come for us. You know you want to."

You felt like you were pulled under as the world seemed to stop spinning, as your body felt like it had snapped like a coil while your orgasm ripped through you. You nearly sobbed as your body was finally sated, and you heard deep groans from both ellon when you poured onto Thranduil's hand.

The world went quiet while you struggled to steady your breath. After what seemed like an age, you felt yourself being carried, probably by Thranduil. From the subtle scents, you were almost certain you were being lowered into the bath.

The warm, fragrant water was soothing, as was the sponge that glided over your shoulders. "You did so well, my love," Thranduil crooned as he rubbed your aching shoulders. 

"We're both so proud of you," murmured Elrond, seating himself on the other side of the tub and picking up your feet, so he could rub them. You managed a sleepy smile but your eyes started to droop, and one of them urged you to rest, saying that they would take care of everything. You don't even feel the rest, of being lifted, of a soft towel gliding over your skin. You didn't feel the soft nightgown being put over you, the brush that whooshed gently through your hair, or the strong arms that carried you to bed. Your eyes fluttered open when Elrond ran a thumb over your cheek. Thranduil held you as he always did, his chest to your back, one leg between yours and an arm slung over your waist. You closed your eyes again, thoroughly loved and content. 

[xmarchwarden-of-lothlorienx]

Bad Moon Rising

Boromir x male!reader

Requested: Anonymous

Summary:

heyyy so idk if you still take requests for LOTR but if you do i have one! its been rlly difficult to find male readers and as a trans guy i cant stand to read the fem readers so i decided to specifically request one instead. I was wondering if you could do headcanons or a short story about the fellowship having the male reader who is secretly a werewolf in their company. I think maybe he transforms during a fight or smth and it freaks people out a bit. Platonic relationships are good except for maybe theres some slight crushing with Boromir. Thanks so much!

Author’s Note: Sorry to keep you waiting. I really enjoyed writing this, so I hope you see this! I have been in my Boromir and Faramir era, so I am loving finally writing for them

There were few skin-changers left. There were fewer still that continued to shift forms - lest others became aware of their ability. Decades upon decades of being hunted for the entertainment of orcs caused your people to live in fear.

You kept your identity as one of the wolf-changing folk under wraps, choosing to walk under the sun and posing as the race of man. Only a few non-skin-changer individuals had learned of your secret, yet none of them were within your present company.

A rather odd company, or fellowship as Elrond had termed it, it was. A wizard, an elf, a dwarf, four halflings, two men, and a skin-changer (or was it simply three men? After all, everyone believed you to be a man, but you weren't really. Were you? This would be added to the list of things to mull over while trying, and failing, to get a fitful nights sleep).

Despite your secret and the initial distance you tried to keep with the others at first, you found yourself easily brought into the fold. Trying to quietly hold in your laughter with Aragorn as Legolas and Gimli started bickering for what must have been the hundredth time. Helping Sam collect firewood and wild berries to make dinner. Eagerly listening to Gandalf's accounts of his previous adventures, and sharing quite a few of your own high spirited ones that he delighted in. Discovering your and Frodo's similar taste for literature, resulting in many discussions on the hobbit's favorite books - your way of lightening his mood while undertaking such a heavy burden.

Of course, your favorite moments were often with Merry and Pippin. Boromir undertook the task of training them for combat, something he roped you into. You feigned hesitance, but really you did not mind doing something to make the Captain of Gondor happy. It was only an added benefit that the hobbits seemed delighted for you to join them.

Admittedly, you had grown rather fond of Boromir. Something fleeting you would surely get over once the fellowship was over. The experienced and generational fear and trauma of being hunted made you hesitant to open up to anyone about being a skin-changer. Boromir, along with the other members of the fellowship, seemed kind, yet would they understand why you kept such a major part of yourself secret? You cherished the connections that were taking root, but as the weeks wore on confiding in them seemed to grow ever more impossible than if you told them from the beginning of the fellowship.

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"humph," you let out a small grunt as you stumbled over Merry and Pippin. Once again, you were too busy warring with your thoughts to notice the group had been called to a halt. "Forgive me, my mind was elsewhere, I did not mean to run over you two," you apologized, hoping the hobbits wouldn't be upset thinking you had overlooked them.

"Oh, it's quite alright," Pippin answered and shot a look towards Merry.

"Yes, we'll get you back when you practice sparring with us," Merry teased.

"Ah, I see, you two aren't going to take it easy on a poor son of man like myself? Tsk tsk I shall be too ashamed to show my face in society ever again," you started to break into a laugh at the end of this sentence, which was only made worse when the pair adopted stiff postures and what they called 'elegant, knightly airs'. As your laughter drew to a close, a warmth brushed against your shoulder.

"I take it then we are ready to begin tonight's training, little ones?" Boromir smiled at the two, but not without taking a moment to shift his glance towards you.

"We were born ready!" Pippin asserted and darted off to lead the way to a clear area next to the night's campsite.

"Pip, wait for me," Merry called after him.

"I admire how cheerful they've managed to stay," You reflected aloud while Boromir chuckled at their antics.

"Agreed, perhaps they should be the ones teaching us instead," Boromir mused whilst the two of you walked over to join the hobbits.

You hummed in response, reaching the hobbits and drawing your swords. Merry entered one of the opening stances Boromir had shown him and engaged in a round of sparring with you.

"Very good, Merry, remember to keep your weight centered. You never want to let your opponent find you unbalanced," You instructed as the sparring continued. You had to admit, he (and Pippin) improved very quickly under your and Boromir's tutelage. They had learned to use their small size and speed to their advantage - something causing you to focus more on Merry's swift parries and thrusts. One misstep, and you found the hobbit sweeping your feet out from underneath you.

"It seems I should have heeded my own advice," you laughed. Merry offered his hand to help pull you up, more of a gesture than a reality, yet you still took it as you regained your feet. "Very well done," you ruffled his hair, a satisfied grin growing on his face.

"Are we ready to go again?" he asked eagerly. Glancing towards Boromir, who was still sparring with Pippin, you returned your gaze to Merry and nodded. The second round had only just begun when the voice of Legolas shouting something in elvish made everyone in the encampment pause.

"Orcs!" Aragorn shouted in the common tongue. Quickly, you and Boromir closed ranks to better protect Merry and Pippin. In a fraction of a second, the previously peaceful hillside was suddenly swarming with orcs. No matter how many you cut down, more continued to flood around you. It wasn't until you were faced with a particularly large and foul smelling orc that you realized you were cut off from Boromir and the two hobbits.

At first, you were fine holding your own against the orc - until others started to draw nearer. The orc was not so skillful with a sword, but was able to utilize his brute strength to disarm you. The force from his disarming blow sent a shock of pain through your arm and to your shoulder. A quick look at your surroundings, and you were surrounded. Several yards away, you could see the orcs were closing in on Boromir, Merry, and Pippin as well.

You could hear your heartbeat pounding in your head as the world seemed to slow down. Your eyes fluttered closed and a chill ran up your spine. You would do what you must.

Skin-changing wasn't painful, but it wasn't comfortable either. It felt like a rather intense itch as your bones reformed a fur sprouted from your skin. Time and events felt different as a wolf - as though they were slightly fuzzy and happening very fast. It was almost an out-of-body experience: you could hear yourself growling and snapping at the orcs that left a foul taste in your mouth. You could see yourself, pouncing on them and clearing a way to your companions. You could feel the intense itching return as the last of the orcs were slain, your bones shifting and the fur retreating.

You quickly grabbed your cloak from where it had fallen to the ground and wrapped it around yourself. Shooting a look around to ensure no one was watching you at that moment, you picked up your pack and slipped into a change of clothing before rejoining the group.

Upon your re-entrance, you could feel many pairs of eyes burning into you. You joined them in putting things back in order after the skirmish, but it seemed no one dared to speak. By the time you and the others were finished, the sun had set and dinner was ready but you had no appetite.

You took a seat a couple yards away from the rest of the group, facing away from them as they ate and engaged in sparse, whispered conversations.

"Care if I join you?" You looked up and gave a weary smile to the speaker, Boromir. He was holding two bowls of the stew Sam must have managed to pull together.

"Sure," you sighed. "You may be the only one here that cares to keep my company now." He lowered himself to the ground beside you and offered you one of the bowls, which you hesitantly accepted.

"I'd rather you not say such things. Everyone is merely... surprised is all," Boromir reassured.

"Thank you, but I'm sure seeing one of their companions go through a skin-change may have been too horrifying, even for those such as Gandalf." A silence pervaded after you made this statement. The lack of a response brought tears to your eyes - it must have been true then...

"I cannot speak for the others," Boromir finally broke the silence. "I found your transformation, or skin-change, to be-" he paused, searching for the right word. "-beautiful."

"I - what? Really?" Of all things you had been expecting, it wasn't this.

"Yes. I have only ever heard of you, your kind, in stories from legend. I never thought I should see a skin-changer in my lifetime, but I have now, and I have never seen a more stunning sight." This brought a flush of heat to your face

"If I knew, I would have shared this part of me with you, all of you, sooner. I hope you may understand, but I was afraid." Boromir shifted his own bowl of stew to one hand, freeing his arm to wrap it around you. Feeling his warmth and the soft strength he seemed to always carry brought a wave of comfort.

"Well, you shall have nothing to fear, so long as I stand by your side."

[imagines--galore]

Hi! How are you? I saw your request for lotr characters are open, and was wondering if you could write something Legolas x reader. Where the reader is an elf (or maybe a dúnedain). And she and the prince elf had known each other since forever, but over time took separate paths because of their duties. And now after many years they are finally reunited for one last adventure. (It could be to help Frodo destroy to ring, or something entirely diferent).

Thank youuu!!

Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Rating || Genres || Warnings: T+ Romance if you squint.

Translation: Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo, Legolas. - A star shines on the hour of our meeting, Legolas.

A/N: Cannot believe I missed this in my ask box. I hope you like this Anon! And I'm so sorry for being so late about it. Also I'm making the reader an elf.

The journey had been long and brutal, yet they had to have speed on their side. There was no time to be lost. The Uruk-Hai would be marching upon Helm's Deep soon. Thank the Valar, the weather had been in your favor. As Helm's Deep came into view, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement settle within you.

It had been so long since you had seen Legolas. Too long in fact. Since the beginning of the Quest for the Ring, you had only just missed him and his companions while you were having your own adventures. You were a mere Ranger of Lothlórien, yet somehow, the Prince of Mirkwood himself had deemed you worthy enough of his friendship. At first you had considered it an honor, but as time had passed, the two of you began to build a relationship built on a trust that ran deep.

You had been most disappointed when you had returned from a scouting trip, only to be told that the Prince had left with his comrades. Despite the urge to go after them, you had stayed. You had a duty to the Woods you called him and the Lord and Lady that ruled over them.

But when Elrond had made that call, calling elves to arm to help man fight against the darkness that had swept across their land, you had been one of the first to volunteer. Had been the first to pack your necessities and filled your quivers with the finest arrows, before shouldering the bow he had gifted you long ago.

It had been years and years since you had been in his presence, and you had realized, quite early on, that you felt his absence greatly. It was surprising to you at first, and yet, as time went by, it had become clear.

You were in love with Legolas. Perhaps had been the moment you had first met him.

But now would not be the time to discuss such matters. They were at war. A battle was to be had, and if the outcome was in their favor, you promised yourself you would act on your feelings and see what he would have to say.

As you and the rest of the elves marched into Helm's Deep, you were made aware of every man looking in your direction, or rather in the general direction of the army. You had barely lifted your head when your eyes caught sight of an achingly familiar head of golden silvery hair. You lowered your gaze once more, hiding your smile.

Haldir, your Captain, greeted King Théoden, and Aragorn thanked him for arriving so timely. You hadn't seen Aragorn in quite some time too, perhaps this would be a reunion for the ages? Aragorn embraced Haldir, as did Legolas, both visibly glad at their coming. You were standing right behind the Captain as the elves shifted in their position to look straight ahead.

It was then that Legolas looked from over Hadlir's shoulder. His eyes widened. Your name fell from his lips in a whisper. Despite the fact that you would be breaking a few rules, you glanced at your Captain who smiled and gave a small nod. Stepping forward, you reached up to pull back your hood. A few surprised gasps followed your act, the men having not expected a female to be amongst the elven army. What they didn't realize was that there were just as many females as there were male elves.

"Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo, Legolas." You greeted him in Elvish, eyes wide and hopeful as you smiled at him. Another call of your name, this time louder before he embraced you. A small laugh fell from your lips as you wrapped your arms around him just as tightly, returning the embrace. He picked you up and swung you around once, before setting you back on solid ground.

Neither of you cared that there were so many eyes on you, yet everyone seemed to want to share in your joy. To catch a glimpse of a joyful moment such as two friends reuniting after so long. They were to face the ugliness of battle soon. This would be there last bit of beauty before that. Théoden called for the Captain of his Guard to show the elves where they would be positioned. Aragorn began to speak to Haldir of strategies, prompting you to glance in the direction of your Captain.

"You were never one to shy away from a fight were you?" Legolas asked, with his arms bracing your own, as if to reassure himself that you were still here. That you truly were in front of him. You smiled at him. "And let you have all the fun?" You teased, though you could sense the underlying worry in his eyes. He surged forward to press his lips to your brow, closing his eyes as if in a silent prayer.

"Stay safe my friend. We have much to speak of." He whispered against your skin, prompting you to nod and close your eyes, inhaling deeply as you memorized his scent once more. "That we do Legolas. I shall see you once we have won." You said with conviction. There was not a doubt in your heart that you would loose. Not when you had Legolas at your side.

With a parting glance, and a joining of the hands that lingered until you had to step away from him, you disappeared into the crowd to do get to your station, just as Legolas turned to take care of his own duties.

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A/N: Hmmmmm should i continue this?

[lem0nshark-writes]

"Winter Coat"

Lindir x Male Reader

Type: fluff

Word count: 1890

Warnings: fluff, reader's an elf, some comedy, reader's in Rivendell's patrol guard, reader and Lindir are courting, reader and Lindir being cute boyfriends, reader's bit clumsy

Summary: something fluffy with the best boi

A/N: Lately been reading a lot of @/aeonianarchives (on tumblr) x reader fics and they inspired me writing this little fic hehe do check their fics out they are really good! 👀 anyways I was gonna post this for Christmas but yeah XD anyways for New Years it is XD Also I wish all those who celebrate a Merry Christmas and all you a Happy New Year! 💕💕

Translations: meleth nin - my love

"Oh meleth nin what has happened to you?" you let out surprised, walking swiftly towards Lindir who had just entered the front door of your small home, his winter great robe ripped from his lower back almost to his knees, one side of his robe underneath drenched in a cold wet smear of frost and rainwater, stressed out expression on his face.

"I was just enjoying some fresh morning air and the beautiful winter view outside and as I was heading back I slipped on the frozen patch on the floor... and ripped my robes in the process too..." he looked so visibly embarrassed with his heated up red cheeks and ears.

"Oh, my darling-", you moved your hands from where they stood holding his shoulders and hugged him tightly.

"How embarrassing..." he quietly let out into your shoulder, arms weakly hugging back.

"Oh it is alright it can happen to anyone," you comforted him, knowing his racing mind would see it as such a big deal when it really wasn't, "Don't you remember last year when I was late for my patrol and was rushing to meet up with Erestor and my foot slipped and I slid all the way right to his feet on my back nearly knocking him over too? And even lord Elrond witnessed that as well, along with you?" you chuckled and grinned a little remembering your embarassing situation, whose consequences followed you for quite some time afterwards with your patrol mates.

Lindir through his flushed cheeks bursted into laughter and giggles, covering his mouth slightly with his hand trying not to laugh at you but the memory was too funny to be able not to, "I'm sorry-," he managed to let out through his laughter.

"No it's alright it was really funny," you laughed along with him, "I did get onto polishing duty that night as a punishment but it was really funny nevertheless," you grinned.

"Yeah, I thought you slid all the way down some hill and Erestor had to pull you out by your armour and that's why you were late that night," Lindir burst into laughter again and you laughed along at the joke on your expense.

"Honestly at one point it was really close," you grinned and started to remove Lindir's great robe off his shoulders, as the two of you finally calmed down from your laughing fit.

"Whatever shall we do with your robes, my little bird? You don't have any other ones thick enough for this cold."

"Yes, but I will be alright don't worry, just going to wear an extra layer underneath-" Lindir began but you cut him off quickly.

"Nonesense, I'll take your coat to get fixed and till then-" you stopped rummaging through your closet, as Lindir quickly changed into new clean robes, pulling something out and getting up and handing him your brand new patrol winter cloak you were gifted recently, its back graced with the well known intricately embroidered crest with a mighty presence of it's own, "-you shall wear mine," you smiled happily.

Lindir looked at your cloak in bit of a shock blushing slightly, "No I-I can't- It's brand new and-"

"Come on darling, everyone knows we're courting, I think. Unless you wish to carry me draped around your shoulders as a coat to warm you up all day? But then you'd have to explain Erestor why I'm not on patrol all day," you grinned then smiled widely.

"You dummy harebrained elf," he chuckled, "Fine I will take it. But I know I'll get so many questions and comments and gazes about it."

"Even better, then you can brag about your sexy boyfriend to everyone."

He blushed at your comment and the funny pose you called "sexy" that you did while saying that, "You silly elf."

You smiled at him warmly, loving to see him smiling and laughing and happy, it made you whole being warm and fluffy on the inside and your heart skip a beat, just like the moment you first laid your eyes on him.

He caught your gaze and blushed again, lips spreading into a beautiful smile.

You smiled even more, slowly coming closer to him and placing a long kiss on his lips before fixing your robe onto his shoulders.

He blushed, looking at you doing it and standing still as you did.

You smiled once you did, taking a look at him, "My sir Lindir you're looking quite dashing today," you spun him around and proceeded to kiss the back of his hand afterwards when he turned back around.

He chuckled and blushed again, "You dummy-"

You grinned at him, pulling him close to your armour-clad chest and hugging him tightly, swaying a bit as if to music as you did, humming a little, "I don't wish to go to work, can't we stay indoors and cuddle all day?"

"I wish.." Lindir murmured through the fabric of your cloak, his face stuffed into your shoulder, " but we should get going. Lord Elrond must be wondering where I am already, and I'm sure Erestor is waiting for you too."

"Mhhh.. you're right," you let out a whine before responding.

Giving him a forehead smooch you peeled yourself off of him and fixed him up, him doing the same to you with a smile.

"Ready?" you asked, sighing a bit dreading the cold outside.

"Yes," Lindir chimed in agreement.

"Let's go then, I'll walk you to lord Elrond's, can't have you slipping and falling again and Eru forbid hurting yourself," you said as you draped your arm around his shoulder as he grabbed a couple of books of the table and then leading you both out, closing the door behind you two once you got out.

"Ah you don't have to, I'll be fine, I'll be more careful-"

"Nu-uh, I won't hear it," you mused intertwining your arms with his.

He sighed knowing there's no arguing with you when his safety is in question and the two of you made your way to Elrond's study where Lindir usually finds him in the morning.

As the two of you made your way through the passageways and halls Lindir's cheeks only grew hotter and hotter as passing elves shot him gazes and smiles.

You returned the smiles when glances were caught and only pulled Lindir closer, proud to have him as your boyfriend and so very proud to be seen with him.

Lindir too was very proud of having you as his and calling you his own, but he just got flustered very easily and was very very shy, despite how long the two of you have been together.

Whenever he'd look away shy you'd just rub the back of his hand reassuringly and shot him a warm smile, melting all his insecurities and bad thoughts away.

The two of you safely found your way to Elrond's study, halting at the big intricately carved wooden door.

"This is where we part meleth nin, all safe and sound," you smiled, placing a soft kiss on his forehead, which made his cheeks heat up and smile warmly.

"Yes, thank you for walking me to here, now rush off to Erestor before he gets mad," he spoke, worried for you getting a punishment for your inattentiveness to the time, "but be careful on frozen bits, don't need you scooping up Erestor this time."

You chuckled, "I won't.. hopefully-," you grinned interrupted by a clearing of a throat beside you.

"I see you've brought my assistant to me safe and sound," lord Elrond stood by half-opened door of his study, sly amused smirk plastered on his face, gaze landing on the long cloak draped across Lindir's back.

Lindir blushed so quickly, eyes widening at the thought of his lord seeing the displays of affection the two of you just shared.

"Yes my lord, I hope you don't mind," you smiled at him and then at Lindir, who was having a internal panic attack.

"Oh not at all," Elrond smiled, grinning slightly, his smile getting wider when his eyes landed on Lindir.

"Now I must leave, patrol awaits," you smiled at them both, shooting a loving gaze at Lindir, not wanting to attack him with kisses right in front of Elrond so he doesn't die of hyperventilation, "my lord," you took a little bow towards Elrond before turning on your heels and taking off towards the meetup spot.

"Haste your step, Erestor has already come asking for you," Elrond chimed after you, "and watch your step too," he commented, reminding you of your past incident.

"Thank you my lord, I shall," you blushed a little on his comment, bit embarrassed he still remembers that, and rushed off to Erestor.

Later that evening you returned quite late to your warm home, words of you day having had come to Lindir already.

Lindir was reading a book by the fireplace, two cups of hot freshly brewed tea on a small table besides him.

Hearing you opening the front door he stood up, smiling at you before making his way towards you, "Quite late this time, rough day?"

You let out a small whine as you slumped down on your spot, " You heard?.."

"Yes. Infamous Y/n strikes again, and this time doesn't miss," Lindir let out a chuckle, straightening you up and pulling you into a big warm hug which you gladly returned.

"It was so embarrassing, he landed right on top of me, and I got extra two hours of polishing duty as punishment," you whined, stuffing your face into his neck.

"So I've heard," he chuckled, rubbing your back comfortingly till you finally straightened and pulled away.

"How was your day? Did someone tease you about the cloak? Were you warm?"

"I-I was," he blushed a little, "so many people stared at me, and kept murmuring about it, even lord Elrond commented-" he blushed profoundly.

"What did he say?" you smiled, listening to your rambling boyfriend.

"He said I look nice in it, that it suits me," Lindir blushed even more.

You chuckled and grinned, "See? I told you."

"Hngghh," now it was Lindir's time to whine as he covered his face with his hands.

You chuckled and pulled him into a big tight hug, smooching the top of his head lovingly and then resting your cheek on top of it.

"Now let's not ponder on it, lets rather relax instead," you smiled, leading his form towards the cozy warm living room.

"I guess you are right," he sighed, "I made tea."

"Oh how wonderful, I love your teas, you make the best ones," you smiled excitedly, moving to your shared bedroom and removing your armour and setting it in it's place and getting all cozy and comfy in some casual robes quickly.

"Cuddles?" you asked with hopeful eyes as you returned to the living room, finding that Lindir has already gotten comfy in front of the fireplace, waiting for you.

"Cuddles," Lindir returned with a smile, blushing slightly.

You grinned widely and flopped besides him, pulling his body close and wrapping your arms around his waist as he chuckled and smiled at you. The two of you finally enjoying your evening with some tea and a good book and of course some very much needed and deserved cuddles.

[eileenslibrary]

Winter Juniper

Thranduil X F! Reader

Warnings: Jealousy, Suggestive Themes, OOC Thranduil Perhaps? Male OC Love Interest Being A Prick To Thranduil

Link To M! Reader

Winter Juniper M! Reader

Link To GN! Reader

Winter Juniper GN! Reader

Hey It’s Me, Eileen, I am extremely tired, a family crisis has happened, so I am a little down in the dumps, I promise to get back into shape and get the mini-series out

Lord Visnue was a character to know, his deep brown eyes and his freckled skin, the robes he always adorned could compete with any king always coiling around him like water, always glimmering, the king has never envied to be someone else as he has at this moment when he could see Visnue place a gentle palm on your shoulder and whisper in your ear making a deep blush appear upon your cheeks, your outfit was splendid and flattering to the eye, your mask as bejeweled with gems from any pile of jewels in the dwarven kingdoms, your eye color shining in the cut of the masquerade mask your lips curving to a bashful smile, one he wishes to be given instead. He watches as Visnue pulls you to dance holding you close to his chest making your already blushing face only go pinker as the lord twirls you around, bringing you back to his chest each time it would be a joyful sight to many but to Thranduil, it was nothing but pain. 

Thranduil feels a tap on his shoulder and looks to his side, Elrond stands by his side as he watches the two dance “You should ask her for a dance Mellon Nìn” Elrond speaks, Thranduil sighs and looks back at you and Visnue watching him twirl you around “Perhaps I will” Thranduil sighs leaning his chin on his hand, he watches as Visnue twirls you around a few more times before he dips you as the song ends before pulling you to the sides for a drink, the Lothlorien lord leans into your space his face close to yours, Visnue places a hand next to your head trapping you against the wall Thranduil feel liquid jealousy pump through his veins, he suddenly stands his robes fluttering around him as he begins making his way to you having enough of this show, the elves and others alike move as he approaches you watching with curious eyes. Thranduil’s orange and silver robes glimmer as he stops in front of you, catching your attention and bowing. “My King,” You say to him making Thranduil chuckle “There is no need to bow” he speaks nudging Visnue out of his way. Lifting your chin with his hand to look at him you give him a small smile before straightening, he watches as Lord Visnue’s expression sours “Good evening King Thranduil” he speaks in a fake surprised tone that is laced with offense. “I can see you are both having a wonderful night as I would hope,” Thranduil says taunting Visnue to step out of line, his piercing icy gaze staring straight through the half-elf Thranduil focuses his eyes back on you along Visnue following when you clear your throat “My lords I have many others to talk to if you wouldn’t mind I must go” you speak going to turn around, Thranduil grabs your hand before you can leave “Surely you could spare a dance with your king, I wouldn’t want to miss a dance with you,” he says bringing your hand to his lips a faint blush painting your cheeks, you nod shyly as he pulls you towards the dance floor, he glances at Visnue and sees the man with his arms crossed glaring at him. Thranduil smirks as he places his hand on your hip squeezing for emphasis, the blonde pulls you even closer to his chest watching your

expression, a deeper red covers your cheeks as he clasps his hand with yours, the jewels on your outfit sparkling when they catch the light, Thranduil twirls you before pulling your back to his chest, one of his hands catching yours. The other clasps your other hand crisscrossing your arms in front of you, and he twirls you out and then back into his arms, the tempo of the song increases, and he leans down to whisper in your ear “Are you enjoying this evening” “yes King Thranduil” you say placing your hand on his shoulder as your right-hand clasps his left as he leads you through the other dancers, “How do you know Lord Visnue may I inquire?” he hums in your ear making a shiver run down your back “I met him a few months back while I was in the wood of Lothlorien” you answer, his arms encircling your waist as he sways you to the song, one of your hands finding a place in his satin strands, he sighs as you run your fingers through it gently, “I see” he says rubbing his hands against the fabric of your dress his silver and orange mask gently bumping the side of your head as he takes in the sweetness of the moment as the song comes to a close “Meet me in the royal wing fifteen before three” he whispers before letting you go and walking off to his throne once again. Thranduil sits upon his throne again ordering a glass of wine to be poured, and he watches you wander around talking with others. Visnue comes up to you again but is pulled away by Lady Gina of Gondor ordered by a certain blonde prince with a green mask and a black-haired king with a red mask making sure to keep a brooding Lord as far away from you as possible.

As the party winds down around two thirty he watches you leave through the hall doors the moonlight appearing and then disappearing once again as the large doors close, fifteen more minutes pass and he steps down from his throne the tips of his pointy ears a slight red as the strong alcohol slowly affects him. Thranduil walks through the same doors you had left through, he walks through the halls until he approaches the royal wing the guards open the doors to let him in he

ees you standing and a certain lord Visnue alongside you, Thranduil feels that horrible feeling again, he strides until he is towering behind the half-elf “Didn’t you mother teach you to not touch what is not yours” Thranduil says grabbing Visnue’s shoulder Thranduil you look at him with surprise at what he had said, “My king I see you decided to join us” Vishnu says clenching his teeth, “I did not know this maiden here is yours last time I checked she wasn’t, Isn’t that right Madame?” he hums his face falling into a smirk you gape at the two of them before angrily saying “I belong to no one especially if they act like selfish little boys” with that you push past the two of them walking down the corridor. The two of them watch you slip away, Thranduil quickly walks after you hoping to catch you, but Visnue shoves himself in front of him before either of them can get to you, two heavy doors slam in front of both of them. Vishnu huffs and walks to the doors and exits. Thranduil heads into his room too annoyed to go after both of you, he sits in front of his vanity removing the orange and silver mask from his face, brushing through his hair with his fingers, and undressing into a sleep tunic and leggings. He calls for a servant to bring him a goblet and some wine.

You walk into your room remove your mask and call for a servant to help you out of your dress, the gorgeous fabric of the back untieing and goes slack on your body, you slip out of the dress into a silk nightgown, and the servant leaves shortly after helping you hang the dress in the wardrobe. A knock sounds at the door “Visnue leave me alone” you groan a deep voice answers, one you had talked with not even an hour ago you rush to the door and open it “My kin-” he cuts you off “Thranduil you can just call me Thranduil” he speaks his eyes going over your body in the silk of your nightgown, “Thranduil, why are you here” you question “Isn’t it obvious?” he asks placing a hand upon your waist you scoff “I am not yours” you whisper as you avert your gaze “Oh woman you drive me wild” he says tilting your head up to

look back at him, “I misspoke M’lady” he whispers his gaze going soft “Thranduil I will not be a puppet to your jealousy” Thranduil chuckles “I would never make you my puppet” he whispers “I intend to make you my queen” he hums as he pulls you closer you gasp at his confession “will you allow me to court you Mel Nìn” You nod “words my dear I need words” he hums a smirk over taking his smile “Yes my king” he leans down kisses you, you both deepen the kiss. You both hear guards approaching, grabbing his hand and leading him into your chambers making sure not to break the kiss, he pushes the door to a close with his other hand.

Yes, I intend to make a part two for the smut and they will also be in two parts for male and female I do not how to word GN sex so I will do headcanons for you GN people to get a treat if you’re interested I think I am better at hc than writing stories IMO but I am expanding my Horizons, I am not doing it tonight, but keep your eyes out.

[kingofvipers]

Lord of the Rings Masterlist

Aragorn

Legolas

Gimli

Boromir

Frodo

Sam

Pippin

Merry

Faramir

Elrond

Lindir