#not that the elves of valinor knew that. the skies were bright from the Trees until they werent.

[deadqueernoldor]

Love the deeply ingrained hc of mine that the stars of Valinor and Beleriand are literally different, and that difference only became more jarring after the Sinking of numenor.

[saelwen]

Glorfindel x Winged!Reader

Glorfindel x Winged!Reader

Request by a lovely anon:

Alright how about Clorfindel with Winged reader. Reader is Tuor's cousin and last surviving child of Hurin. She is scared of people and mostly sticks with Tuor but gets slowly close to Clorfindel who helps her trust people again. In the fall of gondolin when Clorfindel gets pulled down the hill by a balrog, Reader then rescues him revealing her wings which then leads to a confession. Sorry if this is too long but what do you think about the idea?

Masterlist

Warning: Angst, Fluff

Words: 3k

The smell of the ocean hovered in the air, relaxing your tired body. You and Tuor, and Voronwë have been traveling for months, following the dangerous path that will lead you to the beautiful realm of Gondolin.  

Since the conversation with Ulmo, Tuor hasn’t been the same. His face was more serious than before and his guard never was down, always alert to his surroundings. You two have been stick together since he had found you in the middle of the forest, lost and scared. He knew right away who you were since you two have similar features.  

He took you with him and protected you since you were the last child of Húrin. You were a very distant person, always shying away from other people and hiding behind Tuor’s back. He was the only person who you were comfortable to be with it since he was the only family you have left.  

During your travels, Voronwë tries to talk with you but you only look away from him, your body filled with anxiety and go walk closer to Tuor. You knew that he only to be your friend but you have suffered enough from other people's actions... Like when your own mother and sister had left behind, not stopping when they heard your pleads to wait for you. Leaving you behind in a dark forest where horrible creature lurks around in the dark shadows.

“We are here!” Voronwë said cheerfully.

You look up and saw a massive stone gate, some strange runes carved in the pale stone. Tuor and Voronwë took a step forward and begin talking with the gate guard, saying the Ulmo have sent you three here. With that, the guard opens the gate and lead you to the King of Gondolin.

A gasp escapes from your lips when you saw the magnificent elvish kingdom. It was breathtaking. The delicate buildings were pure marble stone, shining as the sunlight bathe them in his warmth. The birds sang gently around the Kingdom, sending a relaxing aura through the streets. When you walked into the beautiful Palace, you saw the paintings of Valinor, the blessed lands. Your e/c eyes looked to them in awe, wishing that you could visit the peaceful realm.

A while you were looking at the paintings, you felt eyes on your back. Looking back, you saw nothing, only elves doing their business. You shrug and follow Tuor, trying to hear his conversation with the guard.

---

“Tuor, Son of Huor! And Y/n, Daughter of Húrin!... What an unexpected surprise.” King Turgon said from his high throne, looking to you two in surprise. Beside him was an extremely beautiful elleth, with gorgeous long golden locks. Her grey eyes fixed on Tuor’s figure, full of curiosity, a small gentle smile on her plump lips. You look to Tuor and saw that he also was looking at her, a shy smile on his lips.  

“King Turgon! I’m very grateful for letting me and my cousin in your beautiful Kingdom...but I'm afraid that I've come with news that will not be of your please.” Tuor said while bowing his head towards Turgon, who frowns at Tuor's words.

“What news?” he asked with a stern voice.

Tuor took a deep breath and look at you with tired eyes. “Ulmo has sent me here... to tell you that the end of Gondolin is near...” with his words, Turgon shot up from his throne and shook his head.

“Impossible! Gondolin has been standing for a hundred years! No one knows of this place or the path to come here!” he said while walking towards Tuor. “Ulmo is visions are wrong!” he whispers more to himself, trying to convince him that wasn’t true. Turgon calls a servant and orders to lead you two to your chambers, saying that he will discuss that matter later with Tuor and his council.

As you were walking out of the Throne room, you felt again eyes on your small figure. Turning quickly your head back, you saw a blond elf looking at you with beautiful ocean blue eyes. When he saw you looking, he quickly hides behind a column, cursing quietly to his friend, who was beside him and laughing at his humiliation. You eye him up and down and follow the servant and Tuor, still feeling the elf eyes on you.

---

A sigh fell from your lips as you sat on a bench in the beautiful garden in the palace, letting the warm sun bathe your cold body with his light. Your heart was beating like a war drum and your hands were sweaty.  

Tuor was called by the King for a meeting and you couldn’t go which made your anxiety crazy, not having the only family with you.

Looking up to the bright blue sky, you smile gently, feeling a hit of sadness and miss. You put your hand on your shoulder, your fingers brushing against your shoulder blade. You were gifted with a gift when you were born, a gift of flying but your mother saw it more like a curse. Saying that humans belong to the ground and not in the skies. You didn’t let your wings out often, only use them when you really need them. Tuor knew of your gift since you had to use it at one time when you two were being chased by a group of orcs but you force Tuor to never tell anyone.

You look down to the beautiful flower, smelling their scent hovering in the air. The garden was the only place you could be at ease since no one would go there. Your fingers rub the soft fabric of your blue gown which was a gift from Turgon. The dress was made with expensive silk which felt soft against your skin.

Suddenly, you heard whispers behind you.

“Go talk to her!” a deep voice whisper.

“No! I can’t just jump out and say hi!” the other voice responded but this one was gentler and richer.

“C’mon, Glorfindel! Don’t be a rat!” with that, the blond elf from the other day was pushed from behind a tree beside where you were sitting.

He stood up and brush his golden hair out of his handsome face, his ocean blue eyes looking down at you. You two stood there looking at each other, not knowing what to say. A black-haired elf walks out behind the tree and shoves gently his friend.  

“Talk to her! I’m doing this for your own good!” he whispers to the blond elf. Then he looks at you smile gently, bowing his head. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lady Y/n!... Well, I have some business to attend. I will let you two talk at peace.” with that, the black-haired elf left you and Glorfindel alone.

There a long silence between you two, your anxiety was wild right now. He let out a sigh and rubs his neck with his hand, looking to the bright sky.

“Ahh...It’s a beautiful day!” his voice rich and gentle, making your body relax with its soft sound.

You nod and tuck a h/c hair behind your ear, feeling your cheeks bright red. Glorfindel looks to the empty seat beside you and nods towards. “Can I sit beside you, Lady Y/n?” he asked.

You nod quickly and begin playing with your fingers, trying to focus on something else. He sat beside you and stay silent, watching the flower shake with the wind. The silence this time wasn’t uncomfortable on the contrary, it was relaxing. Savoring the company of each other.

“I’m sorry about my friend's attitude. Ecthelion can be a jerk sometimes,” he said with a chuckle, making a small smile form in your lips.  

“It’s okay,” you whisper shyly, making Glorfindel’s eyes wide in surprise as he heard your delicate voice.  

“So, tell me Lady Y/n! Are you liking our kingdom?” his voice was more cheerful, coming out more of his shell.

You smile and look around, seeing the white buildings high in the skies. “Yes...It’s a lovely place...very beautiful,” you whisper, looking to his eyes under the curtain of hair.

He grins happily at you. “Yes!... We build this place from the ground. Make it a sanctuary for our kind...a place that we could call home again since our old home is very far away from here...” the last part, he said with sorrowful and a distant voice.  

You knew that the arrival of the Noldor elves to Middle-Earth wasn’t a happy one. Knowing that the Valar had expelled them from the blessed lands for their crimes.

As you two were talking, you notice in the corner of your eye Tuor and Idril, Turgon’s daughter, walking the garden with hands intertwined. Idril let out a luscious laugh, making Tuor smile gently down to her. Glorfindel also notices this and grin happily to his princess.

“I think there will be a wedding soon,” he said while watching the two of them.

You smile softly, happy that finally, your cousin had found happiness. “Yeah...I hope so.”

---

After a year, Glorfindel's words come true. On a beautiful sunny day, Tuor and Idril become husband and wife. The ceremony was beautiful, filled with every elf of Gondolin.  

Glorfindel had asked you to be his partner for the feast which made you a blushing mess. You two had become really close during the year, making Tuor really surprised since you were a really closed person.  

You still remember Ecthelion and Tuor cheering loudly when you two were dancing, making you a walking tomato.

You would be if you said that you didn’t like him, on the contrary, you have fallen for him and hard. And that made you scared since never before you had felt like this for anyone. You told Tuor on one evening and but he supported you, saying that you have to tell Glorfindel your feelings.

After a lot of pep talk and taking deep breaths, you walk towards your safe place, the garden. As you were walking down the hallway, you heard a loud explosion. Screams sounded everywhere in the Kingdom along with yours.

“What’s happening?” you whisper.  

The sound of light footsteps grabs your attention, you turn back and saw Idril with little Eärendil beside her clinging to her hand tightly. Her beautiful grey eyes filled with fear and panic.

“Y/n! Come!” was all she said. You nod and follow them, still hearing screams and fighting outside.

“What’s going on?” you whisper, trying to follow Idril fast steps.

“Gondolin is under attack! Tuor was right and my father didn’t listen to him...now we suffer the consequences of his decision.” her voice was firm but you notice fear in it.

Of course! A while you and Glorfindel spend a wonderful year, you had completely forgotten the warning of Ulmo.  

You three run to the garden, where Idril said that there’s a secret passage. A gasp fell from your lips as you see the destruction around you, seeing corpses and a sea of orcs running through the gates of Gondolin.

“Y/n!” a familiar gentle voice sounded behind you. Turning back, you see Glorfindel running towards you with Tuor close behind him. The two of them covered in blood and ashes.

“Glorfindel!” you jump to him, wrapping your arms around his torso, pulling him into a tight embrace. You two stay like this for a moment, happy that you were okay. Tuor hugs his family and smiles sadly to his wife.

“I’m sorry, melleth nin... Your father has fallen...” he whispers, kissing her forehead. Idril let out a loud sob and hug tightly, pulling her son into their embrace.

You look up to Glorfindel, seeing his delicate face contoured in rage and sadness. “Where is Ecthelion?” you asked slowly, seeing him taking a deep breath.

“He...He fought bravely...” he said while looking away, tears trying to escape from his ocean blue eyes. You hug him tightly and sob quietly against his chest., the image of the gentle smile of Ecthelion flashing in your mind.

“We have to go! There’s no time to mourn now.” Tuor said while leading the survivor of Gondolin through the secret passage. You gave one last look to the beautiful city that was for a year your home and follow the group of elves.

---

“GLORFINDEL!” You scream, seeing him fighting a huge Balrog that had followed the group. The elves run quickly from the horrifying creature while Glorfindel fights him, trying to gain time for his people to run away.

Idril and Tuor had a grip on you, trying to move away from the fight but you couldn’t let your beloved golden flower left behind to fight alone the Balrog.  

Glorfindel had his sword on his right hand and his shield on his left hand, blocking every blow from the massive monster. Blood ran down from his forehead, making it hard for him to see. He could hear your cries for him to go to you and much that he wanted to that, he couldn’t let the Balrog kill you or his people.

As the Balrog was preparing to throw another blow, Glorfindel spin in his heels and throw his shield to the monster's head. The Balrog lost balance and fall back, falling into the abyss.  

Glorfindel let out a relieved sigh and lower his sword. He turns back, smiling softly at you. Idril and Tuor let go of your arms and you run to Glorfindel but as you were getting closer to him, you saw a huge black clawed hand grab the beautiful golden locks of Glorfindel. Taking your beloved elf with him into the abyss.

A cry fell from your lips, seeing Glorfindel disappearing through the clouds of smoke from the Balrog fire.  

“No! No! No!” you sob.

In the distance, you could hear Tuor calling for you but you ignored it. Taking a deep breath, you let your massive white wings come out, making the elves gasp in awe. You flap them gently, letting them stretch in the air. Then, you grab Glorfindel’s sword from the ground and gave a big jump and dive down into the abyss, following Glorfindel and the Balrog.

When you got closer to them, you saw that Glorfindel was still fighting the creature. Giving all he had to the monster. You grab the handler of the sword tightly and pierce through the thick air towards the Balrog head.  

“MOVE, GLORFINDEL!” you scream.

Glorfindel looks up and gasps at your sight, seeing the shadows of your massive wings. You throw the sword to the Balrog and pierce through his thick skull, killing him right there.

You then grab Glorfindel by his shoulders and fly you two back up to the edge of the cliff. There, you land him gently on the ground. Idril and Tuor run to you two, happy that you were okay.  

Glorfindel stood up, still looking at you in awe. Studying your beautiful wings carefully, seeing the pure white feathers shinning with the sunlight. You start feeling nervous under his gaze, scared that he would think that you were a freak but that thought vanished when he pulled you into his strong chest and kiss passionately.  

You wrap your arms around his neck and return his kiss, pouring all your love there. His soft lips made you melt into him, covering you two with your massive wings.  

He pulls back and looks down at you his ocean blue eyes full of love passion. “Thank you for saving me, little swan...” he whispers quietly, grinning like a dork.  

You giggle and nuzzle into his neck, kissing gently the skin there. “You’re welcome, golden flower,” you whisper back.

Hey Guys!! Here’s a new one-shot with Glorfindel! I hope you like it and feel free to comment and tell me what you think!

XOXO

[glorfindel-of-imladris]

Story Starters Meme

Rules: List the first lines of your last 15 stories. See if there are any patterns. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors!

Has this been done for Tolkien? Aah, I don't know. I'm just tagging people I know write fanfiction, but hopefully this goes around the fandom. ♡ (Also, whaaaaat, I do seem to have a pattern? Man. Today on things I didn't know I didn't know...)

1. Late Night Surprises

Glorfindel opened his door to an unexpected sight.

"You, my lord, are in for a treat."

2. We Meet Again in Imladris

It was one of those slow days. Glorfindel favored such days, even more so now that he discovered this corner of the garden. He was pleased to find that Imladris had the gentlest of breezes, not far from the coolness of Gondolin, but without its sharp chill.

3. Tricksters

Nowadays, life was mostly quiet.

It had been some years since they sailed, long enough for Valinor to feel like home again. 

4. Fireflies and Starlight

Imladris had not seen a more extravagant an event as Arwen's first century feast.

The feast was held in the gardens, the evening lit by scattered torches and what seemed like a thousand candles. Outside that circle, fireflies lit the trees surrounding them where a thin mist had already settled, giving the place an otherworldly glow. 

5. At Twilight (We Dance)

"May I have this dance?"

Something to note: they have never danced together before.

6. Something Lost, Something Found

Ecthelion supposes that, all things considered, they are fortunate to even be there.

"If I may..." begins their stone-faced host, clad in greys and with his black hair blown to one side by the roaring wind. He does not seem to mind this, for he stands above them looking every bit as though he belongs there in the cold steps of the castle with the overcast skies above them. "Although I can see you are of good standing by your cloaks and the swords you hide beneath them, you still make quite a sight. May I ask what brings three sorry-looking Elves to Himring?"

7. Tales From the Black Book

There was something about his presence that called attention. Nevermind that he entered a room quietly, or that his footfalls hardly made any sound, or that he moved unobtrusively as though he loathed the way people stood on ceremony whenever they were in his presence. None of that mattered, for all the same people tended to look at him, this reborn lord of old, for one could hardly miss the way the firelight homed in on his bright Vanyarin hair, or the way his inner light shone to those who knew how to look.

8. Rebuilding

Glorfindel had this thing about him that came out only after a fight.

That they fought at all was in itself something of a marvel. The gentle temperament of the Vanyar was the stuff of legends, although Erestor knew so few of those people that he could not really say how true the stories were. 

9. At the Edge of the World

For the longest time, Erestor pretended he no longer loved his husband.

It was stupid, not to mention petty, but let it not be said that Elves were not without such tendencies. In fact, Elves were capable of sustaining such emotional states for long periods of time, so that grudges could be held for generations, and quarrels could span an age.

10. I Have a What?

Glorfindel slowly wakes to a stern-sounding voice.

"You are all idiots. Had I half a mind to do so I would have you plowing the fields if that would not risk you ruining the yield and have the entire valley starve through winter because their princes are a bunch of half-wits."

11. Never and Always

Lindir has always had this annoying way of laughing. The minstrel has an open face and a wide smile, his voice a unique sort of tenor that can have a tinkling quality to it when he laughs.

How unfortunate that it is he who greets Glorfindel as the captain steps into the common hall.

"Wow, that... that is indeed something," Lindir manages in between gasps.

12. Tilion's Night

Glorfindel stood at the balcony, observing the crowd of Elves below.

Overhead was a clear evening sky, a dark blue dome now above Imladris, lit by Tilion shining full and brightly.

13. Ten Counts

They started off as rivals - the eldest sons of Miriel's and Indis' sons - but it was difficult to hate Findekáno when the other kept conceding that Maitimo was the better craftsman, the better sportsman, the better son, and the most beautiful one.

14. Storm in a Tea Cup

Erestor frowns at the grey skies. The waves below it do not look any better, as they are reaching heights Erestor has never even seen before.

"Círdan says this will be a big one."

15. All Eru's Children

"Elladan, if I am not mistaken."

The dark-haired Elf was sitting alone facing the wooden fence. That is, he was not so much facing it as he was sitting under it - he sat with his legs going under the lowest beam, feet dangling off the cliff overlooking the Sea. Another beam he had under his arms, which were folded in front of him, upon which he was leaning his chin with a listless sort of look on his face.

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