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The Rings of Power
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Shadows of the Past
the High King recruits you personally for the expedition headed by your intended, Herald Elrond. your company encounters the darkness and Galadriel portrays an apology to her friend.
pairing: Elrond x betrothed!female!reader
word count: 5.1k+
🖤 reader insert 💔 small angst 🐑 filler ❤️🩹 literal hurt and comfort 💍 established relationship 🛑 abrupt ending 🍭 insinuated friends to lovers 🐝 oneshot 🙊 general language and content warning 🥊 depiction of canon-typical physical violence and / or aggression 🩸 depiction of injury and blood 🔏 not edited
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Tower Scrolls
during the Siege of Eregion, Elrond barters for his fiancé's life, and her life's work.
pairing: Elrond x betrothed!female!reader
word count: 4.1k+
🖤 reader insert 🎭 drama 💔 angst ❤️🩹 hurt and comfort 🐑 pure filler, no worth 💍 established relationship ⚠️ spoilers 🐝 oneshot / stand alone 🙊 general language and content warning ☠️ canon-complicit character death 🥊 depiction of physical violence and / or aggression and / or abuse and / or torture 🩸 depiction of injury and blood 😵💫 wonky brain went wonky 🛑 abrupt ending 🔏 not edited
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Match Made in Grey Haven
you find yourself in what feels like a distant relationship through penned letters. overcome with shyness during his visits, you avoid Herald Elrond - until your grandfather (and co.) steps in as matchmaker.
pairing: Elrond x shy!female!reader
word count: 2.9k+
⏳ kinda AU timeline: takes place before TROP 🧸 fluff 🎭 small drama 🥰 romance ❤️🩹 small hurt and comfort 🍭 friends to lovers 🐍 small family angst: dead parents 🥦 healthy family relationships 😵💫 wonky brain went a little wonky 🧠 depiction of mental health: anxiety and maybe being shy? 🛑 abrupt ending 🔏 not edited
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part two: The Risk
after your wedding, you and Elrond embark on your honeymoon touring Middle-earth. your company is attacked on the road by Orcs. help comes from an old friend.
word count: 7.1k+
⏳ AU timeline 🧸 little fluff 🥰 romance 🎭 drama 💔 angst ❤️🩹 hurt and comfort 💍 established relationship 🍭 friends to lovers 🙊 general language and content warning 🥦 kinda healthy family views 🥊 depiction of physical violence 🥂 alcohol consumption 🩸 depiction of blood and injury 👰♀️ wife reader 😵💫 wonky brain went VERY wonky 🔏 not edited 🛑 kinda abrupt ending ?
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Commander
being on opposite sides of the Rings eventually sends your husband back into your arms, and between your legs. haha, nice.
word count: 4.6k+
🖤 slightly reader insert 🎭 drama 💔 angst 🥰 romance ❤️🩹 hurt and comfort 💦 smut 💣 small relationship angst 💍 established relationship ⚠️ slight spoilers 🔏 not edited
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Bait and Switch
Adar knows you by surname and reputation, but makes a fatal mistake: underestimating the mutual desire to reunite with your husband.
word count: 7.7k+
🖤 reader insert 🎭 drama drama drama 💔 angst ❤️🩹 hurt and comfort 💣 relationship angst (reader's a POW) 💍 established relationship ⚠️ spoilers 🐝 oneshot / stand alone 🙊 general language and content warning 🥦 healthy family dynamic 🥊 depiction of physical violence and / or aggression 🩸 depiction of blood and injury and slight gore (Reader bites off Orc finger) 💛 requires maturity and imagination 🩺 depiction of medical phenomenon (cauterization) 👰♀️ wife!reader 🛑 abrupt ending 🔏 not edited
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The ships are leaving for Valinor. Go now... before it is too late.
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Thankyou @folatefangirl for sharing this textpost! 🫶🏽
Part: 87/?
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I’m sorry I never ask for writing requests but your Elrond fics have stolen my heart. I was wondering if you could write about him and a reader who had been through some trials (bad parents preferably but whatever you’d like is good) and he talks about how brave she is? Like how he loves her because of it? And possibly some sweet smut if you could? If not that’s all good, I love love your writings!
So my requests areeee closed, but I do have a soft spot for Elrond and comforting people, so I thought I'd make an exception, there is no smut though I didn't feel like it would flow naturally
Courage and Comfort
It is strange the bonds that bind, the joys, and sorrows that collectively inhabit and pass down a family line, tainting one, honoring the other. An endless cycle of shared traits and habits, a history that one cannot blot out no matter how hard they endeavor to, and Valar knows you have endeavored for years upon years to cleanse yourself, to rewrite the past. But you can no more do that than the sun can refuse to rise in the morn.
Though when you hear news that your parents were in Lindon, to visit your sister, you feel as if the sun has refused to rise, darkness overwhelming you, choking you. The news is delivered by a young elf, who looks appropriately concerned when the scrolls you are holding clatter to the ground, stooping low to retrieve them for you. You take them gratefully and dismiss him, your feet taking you away from your previously chosen path, and back to your shared chambers with Elrond.
But fate did not favor you, and you passed by your parents in the gardens. You kept your head held high as you made brief conversation with them, moving about as if it had not taken all your strength, until you were blessedly at the door to your chambers, scrolls clutched tightly to your chest.
Elrond, your sweet husband who no doubt will be buried in his work with the High King, you do not wish to bother him with your fear, your sorrow. He has spent so very long comforting you, the last time your parents had deigned to visit Lindon. Your vision blurs and you wipe your eyes, angry. You will not cry because of them; they did not deserve your tears. And yet when you cross the threshold, depositing the scrolls on your desk, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and cannot stop them from flowing. How in such a short span of time have they wrecked you? They barely spoke a few words to you, and it has affected you so greatly.
Sinking down into a nearby chair, you bury your face in your hands, breathing slowly as you attempt to calm yourself. Attempt to push your fear and grief far from your body, to let it evaporate into the air and disperse, no longer plaguing you. After a while it works, a lightness replacing the heavy weight on your chest, the sunlight returning, the birds singing, and Elrond is there seated in the chair across from yours. You startle, having not heard him come in, your cheeks heating as embarrassment flushes through you.
“My love, apologies, I did not realize you had returned.” You say, giving him a weak smile.
Elrond shakes his head, reaching forward and taking your hands in his. They are warm, gentle, calloused more now that he has returned to training with his sword. “The messenger came and found me; he was concerned for your wellbeing.”
You give a soft, half-convincing laugh. “What a sweet boy, he simply surprised me, but it was very kind of him to be concerned.”
Elrond’s thumbs smooth over the backs of your hands, his oakwood eyes focused entirely on you, pulling you in, paging through your defense like they are a children’s book. You have never been able to hide your true feelings from him. “It brings me no joy to hear your parents are visiting, even if it is not to see you.”
It is an opening for you to speak your mind without judgement, a way to ease any guilt you may have for expressing reluctance, or anger for he has done it first. It warms your heart, how he cares for you, how he strives to make expressing your more difficult feelings and emotions easier.
“I ran into them, on my way here, I know it would bring them great pleasure if I hid while away for the rest of their visit, but I cannot—will not let them win. I have done well for myself, risen above their contempt, this is my home, I should not have to hide.”
“No, you should not.” He affirms easily, his expression steady but sorrowful.
“I know I should not.” You look down at your joined hands, swallowing hard. “But why do I feel so afraid of the very idea?”
“Because you have never done it before.” He says simply, his voice calm, soothing the fluttering of fear in your chest.
You cannot meet his gaze. “Perhaps I am not courageous enough.”
“You are. Courage is not the absence of fear, but the act of looking past it, persevering even when you are afraid.” He reminds you, releasing one of your hands to gently tilt your chin up, your eyes meeting his. “You are very brave, my starlight, you proved it today. You did not run, you faced them head on.”
“I had no choice.” You deflect, though his words pull your heart further into the light.
“That does not negate the fact that you stood your ground, you could have run.” There is a smile tugging at his lips, one that makes you wish to smile as well.
You give a slight shrug, looking away. “I guess you are not wrong.”
Elrond chuckles and brushes his thumb across the center of your lips. “I am never wrong when it comes to the bravery of my starlight.”
His touch makes you shiver, all fear, and sorrow banished, replace by a warm, glowing feeling. “Oh?”
He nods and sweeps a kiss to the corner of your lips. “Your courage is one of the many things I love so dearly about you.”
“Is that so?” You ask, your head tilting up instinctively seeking out his lips.
“Yes, your courage and kindness, your beauty, your intelligence, it all ensnared me for the moment we met.” He says, his lips brushing against yours with each word.
Your heart skips a beat, even though you have heard these words hundreds of times, they still affect you all the same.
You loop your arms around his neck as he pulls you into his lap, his lips meeting yours with slow languid movements, soft and sweet, he tastes of sunlight, banishing any lingering darkness from your mind. Your body and mind align, tuning your senses to Elrond, losing yourself in his very existence. The scent of him, the taste, the feel of his hair, his hands, his lips against yours. You can certainly continue to be brave if this is your reward.
TROP tag list: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @elronds-pointy-ears, @elrondscalaquendi, @dilf-superiority, @jesticace, @emmyspov, @elrondswifey, @victoria-styles, @90angiex, @lucypaulette
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Um. Guys.
Real talk for a moment.
Queer readings of Sauron precede any movie or tv show, they have been there from day one and for a good reason. Tolkien purposefully underlined him seducing and appearing "fair" to men primarily for a reason - he might have done so due to internalised homophobia and villanization of those traits but they have been there nonetheless.
Now I know that it might be tempting to dismiss other relationships for the sake of underlining how special your otp is - and i dont even disagree that it is special! - but lets please be careful about implications of doing so when it may start crossing into erasing/dismissing callously queer readings of a character.
Just because you don't see it doesn't mean its not there and hasn't been there for a while. And amazon not having the balls to be more explicit about it doesnt erase it either
#and just tbc even if it may be inspired by specific posts this is a respectful request to our whole fandom#i dont want to call out anyone specifically or anything#lets just be fair because sometimes our fandom indeed is not considerate of this characters context and history that imho rop should not ge#to override#trop#rings of power#haladriel#saurondriel
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Galadriel hunting with her brothers !
here's Finrod, Galadriel, Aegnor, and Angrod! Orodreth is either resting at home, or this drawing takes place in the universe where he isn't a son of Finarfin, haha. but anyways I hope you enjoy!
#drawing requests#this is what rop robbed from me >:0#also sorry for how ugly the horses look i Cannot draw horses anymore#galadriel#finrod#he's wearing christmas colors because#aegnor#angrod#tolkien#the silmarillion#sketch#elves#clarisse doodles#arafinweans
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I have another Celebrimbor comfort fic coming probably tomorrow morning. Does anyone want to be tagged in this??
#i’m about to open requests for them for the weekend because I want to write MANY#rings of power spoilers#celebrimbor#rop spoilers
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Celebrimbor and Meaglin for pride!
underrated ship IMO. Thank you!!
#i only have a design for ROP Brimb so apologies if you're not a fan of the show!#i just think He's Neat <3#Celebrimbor#Maeglin#Celebrimbor x Maeglin#transgender#bisexual#gay#tolkien pride#<3#my art#pride requests
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Hiii how are you??
Do you have headcanons for dating Elendil?
Tysm!! 💖💖💖☺️
I deadass passed away when you messaged me omfg! 💕 I hope it's not cringe to say this but I was binge-reading your blog with another account and it inspired me to start my own writing blog! Also, I'm so in love with your writings, I literally read them 100 times (Elendilf is having us all in a chokehold and I can't complain 💀).
Note: This is my first headcanon and I hope you like it! I tried to write in order but it just came over me and I was utterly lost in an Elendilf trance. So I think I kind of mixed up a dating/as a lover headcanon but I really really hope you still enjoy it! 💕 Please feel free to request more if you have anything you would like to read! 💕
Thank you so much for being the first one to request @starlady66 💕!
My requests are open, just simply message me by clicking the "request here" button on my blog! :)
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🌙 Elendil Dating Headcanons 🌙
Since the passing of his wife, he didn't believe that he will fall in love again
I am a firm believer that he is the kind of man to fall in love at first sight
He loved his first wife with all of his heart and I’m assuming that he loved her from the second they met
So, the first time he laid eyes on you his whole world changed
He tried to shake his feelings off because he felt guilt towards his first wife
But soon after your first meeting, his dreams were always about you. His chest would ache in the morning when he realized that you were only holding him in his dreams
And because he couldn’t get rid of this feeling he started talking to you more and you two also ate dinner together from time to time
It took him some time but as soon as he realized that he needs to stay true to his feelings he would officially ask you if he can court you (of course you said yes!)
He might be a captain that got shaped by the roughness of the sea but he would be so soft towards you omfg
Your number one supporter! No matter what you do he will always cheer your on
Will catch you when you fall - literally and metaphorically
He might seem calm and reasonable most of the time but when you are in danger or someone is trying to hurt you, he will go full rage mode and protect you/will fight for you
he will SMOTHER you in affection (and you love it!)
He will give you nicknames like „my little star“ or „my moonlight“
The first thing you see in the morning is Elendil covering your mouth with kisses
After that, he will tell you how much he loves you and that you are the most beautiful being he has ever seen
If he had to get up early in the morning, he will make sure to hug you tightly when he comes back and place a thousand kisses on your forehead
When he has to travel somewhere, he will always come back with a gift for you
likes to spoil you with gifts that have a special meaning to him. For example a map of the star constellation you saw together on one of your dates. Or a necklace in the shape of your favourite flower
but what he really loves doing is doing things together:
Going for walks when the sun sets, watching the stars and him showing you the constellations of the different stars, MAKING SURE YOU KNOW HOW TO SWIM (I’m sorry)
One night when you both look up to the sky he will show you a star constellation that he named after you
Every time when he is gone you have to look up to the sky and search for those stars, so even when you’re not together you are still looking at the same night sky
He is very keen on marrying you since he is afraid someone might try to steal you (as if someone could compare to Elendilf) also he is low-key possessive
In fact, the first time you kissed you had to promise him that you will marry him someday
Of course, you said yes, because his kisses made you weak
They can be gentle and soft but sometimes it feels like a storm is coming over you when his lips press hard against yours and his beard is scratching on your chin
He would never admit it but he is scared of losing you like he lost his first wife. That’s why he makes sure you feel loved at all times!
Thank you so much for reading, my moon children! <3
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Hey, I hope you're doing well. I have a small request and I hope you're willing. Can you do a Headcanons for Thorin, Elendil, Elrond and Thranduil taking care of an injured reader?
Injured Reader Headcanons:
Thorin Oakensheild:
Thorin would leave the fight and run to you as soon as he noticed what happened, yelling to the others to cover both of you. You’d be lying on the ground, clutching your wound and he would be by your side in a flash. He would check you up and do whatever he could to treat your wound
As a royal prince of Erebor, he makes sure your shared quarters are perfect and intrusts only the finest healers to care for you.
The bedding and blankets are more expensive and comfortable, almost as costly as all the gold in Erebor.
He makes sure everything is within reach of you, food, drink and medicine are prepared and ready as soon as you need them.
Even has a balcony close by for you to look out and on days you have more strength he will join you.
He loves sitting with you, watching the sunset, fingers intertwined as you both look on at the beauty of Erebor and during the night he will take you to the ramparts to enjoy the fresh air.
He absolutely will not consult the elves, but instead, has all of the healers in Erebor helping you, finding methods that may help your aches and pains.
When you’re finally tended to by medics, he won't leave your side for a moment, making sure you are at least within eyesight when the medics tell him he couldn’t be around you for a bit.
He’d hold your hand constantly, talking to you and smiling, pressing the occasional kiss to your knuckles. After all, he’s been through, he knows how valuable it is to have someone by your side when you’re in pain.
Keeps a small group of guards with you at all times when you go out just in case something happens
You become great friends with his nephews and their mother, and they are such great fun and a great distraction from everything when he must leave on his father or grandfather's behalf.
Thorin loves stroking your cheek at night as he whispers to you
“Mahal. I wish I could take all the pain away...Rest my dear. I will stay by your side. ”
Elendil:
The world seems to stop for him when he sees you getting badly injured on the other side of the ship by a lone bandit. He would mutter to himself, praying that you’re okay. He would hold you in his arms and try to take care of you, keeping an eye on the fight at the same time.
You see his brow furrow in concern and his eyes silently plead you to be okay as he speaks to keep you awake.
Immediately he brings you back to Numenor even knowing that its against orders. He doesn’t care.
Elendil ensures that your comfortable in his home, he even has his children stay with you when he must go do his duties even though he hates being away from you
Gives you soft kisses to your forehead every morning before leaving you.
He begs Tar Miriel for the best healers and herbs from all over Numenor. Luckily it really is not needed when she informs him she sent word to Lindon for even more supplies and healers to find a way to help you
He becomes so pleased when he finds something that may help you even a little bit
When you want him to just sit and relax with you he gladly does as you command.
Loves sitting in the gardens that overlook the harbor with you, basking in the moonlight as the sun sets over the oceans horizon.
When you awake, he’d be the first person you saw. You’d see in his smile that he’s simply glad to see you awake, and he’d press a sweet kiss to your cheek and lips.
When he goes in his sea ventures throughout Middle Earth he’ll always send letters to you, mostly describing the sea creatures that he knows you wish you could see for yourself
On particularly rough days he’ll pull you close to him and he’ll murmur elven songs to you or tell you stories of ancient battles
“Meleth nin, I am here. Rest Y/n I’ll stay with you....”
Elrond
He would be paralyzed, frozen with shock. At first he can’t fathom that you’ve gotten hurt. Once he recovers control over his body, he goes to you as fast as he can. The last thing you would see was him dropping to his knees as he took your hand in his, teary-eyed. Then he wouldn’t leave your side, even after the battle, to keep track of your state.
The bond you share is so intense that he really hates it when you’re in pain, he feel so helpless but he stays strong for you
Immediately upon arriving in Lindon he consults every ancient text to try to find a cure for your injuries or at least some way to help alleviate the pain
Because that makes it so he can’t stay in one place for too long, he asks for Gil-Galad to watch over you with the other healers try to help you, and even Galadriel tries to visit often offering her healing powers.
Even if he doesn’t find anything new, he’ll bring you books to keep you entertained
Anything you need you get, and he will not rest while you ache
Likes taking small strolls through the golden touched forests with you as you pick flowers, even at times romantic picnics in the heart of the forest where he knows it will take a long time for anyone to find the two of you
He lets you lay against him under one of the eldest trees as he reads to himself smiling at your sleeping form knowing you will be okay.
Is basically at your command, whatever you need him to do, he’ll gladly do it
When you both return he sits by your bedside as you ask him to read to you or ask him stay with you so his concerns do not weigh entirely on your condition. He knows you hate to see him worry.
“Meleth nîn, I know you hate it when I worry for you but I can’t help it...I love you too much.”
Thranduil
First thing he would feel would be anger, it would be fleeting, but its there. Anger for seeing you get hurt, for whoever had the audacity to hurt you.
His heart would start racing as he wouldn’t be able to focus on the fight. She would run to you and remain by your side, even if you can tell he’s worried sick and there are tears in his eyes before passing out from the pain
He would take you back to woodland realm and lay you down in the luxurious bed. He would use almost every spell he knew to heal your wound.
You would start to wake up from his healing powers and when your eyes meet his silver ones, you knew you were going to be lectured.
He begins to ask how you got hurt, how your feeling and if the pain is too much to bear. But in truth he never gets angry with you.
He’s just to pleased to know that your safe and alive.
Being upset at yourself for causing him to be so worried would lead you too fell so bad that you couldn’t look at him.
You would try to avoid any eye contact with him as you would try to slowly get up pretending that the wound was not as bad as he thought.
This he would not allow as he would make you lay back down as you felt him lay beside you and hold you. You would feel a kiss on your temple as he brushed your hair with his other hand. Trying his best to make you comfortable
When you wake up Thranduil is beside you can see that he’s been crying and he looks so tired, his hair is a complete mess along with his clothes being slightly winkled.
He doesn’t leave you alone for a long time afterwards.
He gives you a small amulet imbued with magic so you can communicate and makes you carry it around when he can’t be with you he needs to know you’re safe otherwise he’ll stress himself out.
Once you are up and about he take you outside into the more secure parts of his realm to give you fresh air
He lays beside you near the small creeks, you feel him lay your head on his chest as he wraps his arms around you as he presses kisses all over your face.
“Meleth e-Guilen, Thîr vain chîn darn thulen.”- (Love of my life, your beauty has halted my breath.
#Thorin Oakenshield#Elendil#Elrond#Thranduil#reader insert#headcanon#LOTR#RoP#injured reader#anonymous request#hope you enjoy
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Match Made in Grey Haven
prompt: ( requested ) you find yourself in what feels like a distant relationship through penned letters. overcome with shyness during his visits, you avoid Herald Elrond - until your grandfather (and co.) steps in as matchmaker.
pairing: Elrond x shy!female!reader
fandom masterlist: The Rings of Power
word count: 2.9k+
note: it's not much, i'm so sorry.
warnings: takes place BEFORE the events of TROP, abrupt ending, small hurt mostly comfort, feelings are hard, author is very abrasive and isn't sure this is conveyed fully as "shy" so i'm sorry, anxiety, unedited, wonky brain goes wonky, fluff, small drama, lost + healthy family relationships, romance, friends-to-lovers.
part two: The Risk
"You appear ill at-ease," Círdan mentioned as he casually strolled from the shadows of his workshop, the last of the day lingering in a warm glow, "which I am not accustomed to seeing on a face such as yours."
Elrond, busy at work carving one of the perfect ships his old master was crafting a fleet of, barely slowed down but did glance up in acknowledgment. He sniffled hastily, looking back at the pliable wood under his hands.
"Merely focused, my Lord, nothing more."
"Hm," Círdan hummed, pacing around slowly, hands clasped behind his back, chin up, shoulders back, grey locks glistening in familiar waves, "interesting choice of words."
"How so?" Elrond paused to pet the curve of the wood, trying in vain to hide his true bubbling feelings. He went straight back to work, aware Círdan watched him closely.
"Y/N said the exact same." This made the High King's Herald pause in full, Círdan smirking, "Ah, just as I suspected."
"I do not think - "
"You fool nobody but yourself," Círdan chuckled, waving off Elrond's words and stepping closer to admire the boat carving. "She cares for you, too, you know?"
"With respect, my Lord... But you are mistaken," Elrond deflected. "Your granddaughter and I, we are merely friends - if that. We only exchange letters - "
"And feelings," Círdan pointed out, watching Elrond flush under his interrogation. Just outside the doors, you approached, thinking you would fetch your grandfather for supper; slowing when the older, wiser Elf tisked, "Ah, come now, Elrond, do not look so forlorn, there are worst fates than that of emotional - "
"With respect," Elrond repeated, cutting Círdan off, your hand hovering over the door handle, "there are no emotions involved when it comes to your granddaughter."
You froze.
"Yet I will not believe that," Círdan shot back.
"There is little to be said that might sway you, my Lord, but it is true. We are..." You listened as Elrond took a sharp inhale, "We are friends, nothing more. Our foundation lays in companionship, we exchange letters - share our thoughts, ideas, and feelings. There's nothing more."
Círdan hummed in amusement, "That so? Then... Why, in the past 6 months, have you come here - what is it? Six? Seven times?"
"Eight," Elrond corrected automatically, wincing when your grandfather chuckled and you lowered your hand. Yet you did not walk away yet.
"You claim business with the High King brings you to us so frequently," Círdan continued, "yet, the matters discussed can be solved through letters alone. Nothing that deems an emissary. So, tell me in truth... Why?"
"My Lord?"
"Why do you come? I know it is not for Gil-Galad alone, so, tell me in truth, why the frequent trips?"
You could hear Elrond resume his wood carving and you became acutely aware of your position. Backing away, you fled the scene, petrified over the idea of being caught; yet your mind was stuffed full with what you heard. It'd been years since you first met Elrond, the young, fresh, baby-faced Herald of the High King; and while initially fascinatingly attracted to him, you were detrimentally shy.
Like, so shy, it makes you mute - to an extent.
He wasn't a Herald yet, though, and came to apprentice under your grandfather. Elrond became a constant presence around the Grey Havens - a talented, shining star of a student who studied diligently. You admired his work from afar at first, then, Círdan asked you to row one of Elrond ships around the harbor.
It was well known you were the apple of Círdan's eye; his favorite thing in the material world, the reason he refused to give himself over to the Valar yet. He was supposed to sail... But his daughter was soon to give birth, so he waited; and thankfully, because plague claimed your father and mother from complications of your birth. So, Círdan raised you.
Elrond panicked at Círdan's request, stepping into your pathway without thought and gasping, "No!" You shied back into your grandfather's side, the dark haired Elf amending swiftly, "I apologize, I-I did not mean to be so - so abrupt. But... Let me work a few more days, ensure it is to perfection."
You smiled gently and nodded, Círdan smirking and leading you away - the start of a formal friendship. After testing Elrond's boat (when ready), you sent him a note that expressed your impression and complimenting his woodworking skills, even saying you looked forward to his future creations.
His first letter back to you was one of thousands, and the start of his Heraldry.
Yet now, in present day, you wondered if these letters weren't enough and if he thought you untruthful in your declaration of affection. While your companionship had now lasted decades, you were still insecure enough that you lose wit, cheek, and tongue when he's around. And now, the past half a year, you've seen him eight times and couldn't muster your courage, and perhaps, it wasn't enough for Elrond anymore.
You just expressed yourself better in words! And you didn't leave Círdan's side; you did not venture around Middle-earth, never left your sanctuary. You adored Elrond's accounts of adventures and travels and work, it was your only time to "live", even if vicariously.
Now, worriment set in; anxious that you weren't enough.
"Ah," Círdan hummed as he and Elrond entered your humble home for supper, "it smells divine in here, sweet girl."
"Thank you," you whispered, setting the table for the meal as Elrond was the one who would not meet your eye.
"I'll be a moment, I need to wash up," he excused himself, always presentable; forever perfect.
You just sighed as he slipped from the room; a typical guest in your home, especially with his...recent increased business from the High King. "You seem pensive," Círdan noted, taking the bowl of salad to the table for you. "Is there anything on your mind you wish to discuss?"
"Nothing of note."
"Then speak to me of something not of note."
"If it is of no note, Grandfather, why give it voice?"
"Because it still takes up room, be it in your head and heart - which gives it validation to speak of."
You paused at the table, finding him grinning, offering an unamused glare. "I told you not to do that," you reprimanded softly.
"Do what?"
"Your - little - your pearls wisdom!" You groaned childishly, collapsing into a chair. "You can let me stew and figure things out for myself, we do not always have to speak of matters. It is an unfair advantage that I am inundated with your pearls and others toil for direction!"
Círdan chuckled, folding his hands before his dinner plate. "To complain of such an advantage is - "
"I know."
"Then why do it?"
"Because..."
"You are frustrated with your own emotion that you refuse to give life to?"
With a huff, you nodded, "Exactly."
"What is the matter?"
Your head shook in deflection, "Perhaps, I am just overwhelmed. I think I'll take a walk - "
"But supper - "
"I'll eat later," you promised, reaching out to lay your hand on his and smile, "I just need a few moments to breathe. Eat, enjoy, I'll find you later."
You left before another word could be spoken. When Elrond reentered the kitchen, he only found Círdan and wondered, "Where's Y/N?"
"She seemed distraught, saddened by something. She decided to go for a walk, clear her head a bit."
"Right," Elrond nodded, feeling awkward just standing there.
"Come, sit, eat," Círdan invited with a small smirk, "she's probably gone off to the workshop, she likes to write there. Says it's more inspiring than the library. Come, Elrond... She'll be awhile."
Elrond frowned and looked to the door, Círdan knowing his words were replaying in the half-Elf's mind. "Perhaps I should check on her?" He asked his old Master. "It would be wrong to eat without the chef, would it not?"
"I was thinking the same," the older, greying Elf nodded, "though you waste your time, that girl is stubborn - trapped in her mind too often."
"How do you mean?"
"It's why she writes," Círdan explained, "at least, why she writes you, I imagine. She often loses her voice, feels as if she is not entitled to it's very being - so, she writes, uses her words... And seemingly, you understand them best - relate to her, in a way. So," he took a breath, "go, if you wish, but know, she's unlikely to speak."
Elrond was out the door before Círdan could uncork the bottle of wine left on the table. He smirked to himself, musing, "Oh, these kids..."
You had left your home and made a beeline for your grandfather's workshop, shutting the doors with a great big breath of relief before groaning in emotional frustration. "Oh, how silly!" You snipped to yourself, "This is all so silly, it makes no sense! I mean, the way I just shut down? It's so silly! Losing my voice? Over a man? Oh, just rubbish!" Your hands shook out violently. "I just need to say it, you know? I just need to say it - then he knows, he'll know and I can get rid of this silly feeling. He deserves to hear me say it, else he might think he's unwelcome, he might not want to visit..." You were unaware of Elrond approaching the door, opening it as you groaned once more, "OH! He's just a lad! He's just like you, you silly lass! Well, not entirely just like me - but he's just - he's just Elrond! What is there to fear!?"
"Is there someone else here I should address?" Elrond smirked gently as he stepped forward to make himself known, "Or do you often speak of me, to yourself?"
You squeaked and came to a halt, dress twirling around your ankles when you spun to face him. Hands came together, instantly threading your fingers and wringing them together nervously as your visitor smiled gently and slowly (so slowly) stepped forward. With a deep breath, you greeted, "Lord Elrond."
"Oh, please," he sighed, "are we not past formalities?"
"Far beyond," you agreed, shaking your head and facing the open wall that showcased the harbor and horizon; the last of the sunlight streaking the sky with water-painted color.
"It felt wrong to indulge on such a gorgeous creature without the architect being there to experience it first," he told you, coming to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with respectable distance still between you. "Yet you fled before..."
"I'm sorry," you blurted out, feeling suffocated briefly, "I could not linger."
"Is there a reason to feel unwelcome in your own home?"
You took a breath, "Well, um, it's just - it's you... You are the reason..."
Elrond startled, "What? I-I'm sorry, what have I done? What did I do?"
"You're you," you turned to him, "and that's not your fault, but you're you, and it drives me to insanity."
"I don't think I follow? I thought - in our letters, I thought we had a connection. That we understood one another...? And now that I'm here, you shy away from me, have I truly offended you so gravely?"
"No, Elrond, you have not offended me - it's the opposite," you risked your own comfort and reached out for his bicep first; which, in turn, made him step closer. "You are not betrayed, nor are you mistaken. There's a connection, of course there is. I do not know anyone who could fake such affection for such an extended period of time," you scoffed.
"Perhaps Sauron - "
"But you nor I are he."
"No," Elrond smiled gently, shifting his arms downward to hold your elbows and caress you into his chest as your hands were rearranged to his chest, "we are not, thank the Valar."
"I do not deceive you. The affection I hold for you, it's authentic and genuine. It's real, Elrond, it's real..."
"It is?" He asked, lifting a hand to hold your jaw; thumb caressing the apple of your cheek.
"It is. I was just... You disarm me. You make me small again, you make me tongue-tied, confused, excited - like everything is new again. And it both scares and invigorates me that I do not know what to do in those moments, so I hide from you. In your letters, I can plan my words; but when you're here, in front of me, under my hands," you cooed, petting his velvet tunic, "I lose my nerve. My senses..."
Elrond chuckled, hands drifting down to hold you by the base of your ribcage, "This... This is a relief to hear. I worried I offended you, that I had upset you in some way. That I ruined this before it had a chance to take shape."
"Hardly," you mused. "I lose my nerve around you, I feel so silly - so young and green to love..."
"'Love'?" He repeated.
"Oh, I just - I only meant - "
"Take comfort in the fact that the feeling is mutual, my sweet." Elrond chuckled, caressing your cheek lovingly, "I fear the High King may grow tired of me asking to personally deliver Círdan his letters."
"Perhaps I will have to find reason to visit you?"
"I would like that, perhaps more than I should admit," he whispered, slowly lowering his lips onto yours for a much awaited kiss - giving you every opportunity to back out, but it's not like you ever would. Not when you've waited for this for so long. His hand now cupped your jaw, sliding sweetly towards the back of your neck. Kissing Elrond was everything you thought: soft, gentle, evenly-paced, commandeering, all encompassing, and mind-numbing; you never wanted this to end, you never wanted to stop kissing him.
However, your moment was cut short by a loud crunching; pulling back as Elrond did, both turning to the main doors to spy your grandfather, Círdan, standing there smugly. He was holding a bowl made of bamboo, eating a crisp salad, barely holding back his grin. Upon seeing his mirthful expression, you deflated into Elrond's chest; his arm coiling around your waist to keep you anchored in place while the other dropped to open his stance - proving he didn't feel defensive.
"Grandfather?" You questioned softly.
"Mh," he swallowed his bite, "don't mind me, just appreciating the fruits of my labor."
"I beg your pardon?" You laughed.
Círdan shrugged, "You are both young and intelligent. Wise. Insightful," he listed, "yet you are so naïve to think this union was yours alone."
Elrond glanced down at you in confusion, brows furrowed, asking, "What do you mean, my Lord?"
"Grandfather, it was Elrond and I who penned letters for decades - "
"Indeed," Círdan agreed, "but why do you think the High King has sent Lord Elrond to us so often these past few months?"
You were both stunned into silence, Elrond asking, "You? You asked him to...to send me?"
"I did," Círdan nodded, "it is disheartening to see my granddaughter, whom I love so utterly and dearly, driven into isolation because emotions can be so complicated and difficult. It was time for you two to finally confront your emotions, and after three months, we both knew we had to up our efforts..."
"The High King was in on this!?" You squeaked, feeling embarrassment seize your heart.
"You know, despite being High King, Gil-Galad is still fun," Círdan defended with a smirk. "So, he devised new engagements to send Elrond here for - giving the two of you longer days together between my responses. He agreed to send Herald Elrond himself here upon my encouragement. From your first interaction, I saw what you two have always felt. It's good of you to admit your feelings, is it not? Relieving, I mean?"
"Terribly," you agreed, Elrond rubbing your waist in support.
"Well, then you'll be happy to know, I've begun my response to Gil-Galad, so you'll have a few more days here, Elrond. I expect that boat done," he teased, "and upon your return to Lindon, I will be sending my granddaughter to accompany you as my own emissary."
"What for?" You breathed in shocked happiness, lips turning up brightly.
"It is time you begin a new education, my girl," he grinned, "and the High King has granted his blessing."
"Why would the High King be involved for my education?"
"I want you on a tour of Middle-earth," he explained, "meeting dignitaries, taking notes on what you see, hear, experience. I want detailed accounts, my girl, for our records so the King has agreed to send Herald Elrond to guide your tour."
"You've done all of that... For me?" You couldn't help the tears that sprung to your eyes, pure glee lightening your heart and head. Then, a sudden thought made you worry, "Why? Do you wish to away with me?"
"On the contrary," Cirdan set aside his bowl and approached you, Elrond letting go so you two could meet in the middle of the workshop, "I despise the idea of letting you go, even to carry my work back to the High King... Knowing you'll return shortly... But sending you on this tour is a necessity, sweet girl, because I only trust your written accounts. It's time... It's time for you to see the world I've long protected you from as it truly is and bring us back update records and accounts, and who better to show it to you than Elrond Peredhel?" He smiled, looking over your shoulder at his ex-student. You felt Elrond near your flank, Círdan looking at the two of you fondly; even reaching out to caress your cheek as he breathed in deeply. "What joy my heart feels, knowing you two have found one another."
"What joy we feel you decided to play matchmaker," you chuckled.
"Well, they say perfection only exists in Valinor, but I was determined to challenge that."
part two: The Risk
requesting rules and masterlist
TROP masterlist
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Dropping 3 episodes at once is such an evil thing to do to gifmakers! Just saying!
(jk I love it)
#yes i'm dutifully downloading and converting files#the most unsung part of making gifs lmao#i watched the first episode in the morning (in a room i couldn't black out which was a mistake!) and then went to work#and i'm about to get off work to finish watching#and then i'll probably rewatch tonight just so i can absorb every dimly lit scene in all its glory#also i think we can all agree that halbrand!sauron is the embodiment of 'if evil why hot'#like#i can't check the tag before finishing watching but i'll be surprised if there aren't a million sets of him come tomorrow and well-deserved#i don't even know where i want to start#also i'll probably be taking requests in the coming weeks#and i'll be using 'rop spoilers' for the really spoiler-y parts bc i know not everyone will be able to watch asap#(idk why i'm doing all this via tag commentary in the year of our lord 2024 but here we are lol)#(also i should probably tell y'all my main so you know when it's me liking posts in this fandom... i'm shy tho so we'll see haha)
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Ship Request
Galadriel x Elendil
#the rings of power#rop edit#rings of power edit#galadriel#elendil#gif request#experimenting with PS as I'm teaching myself so I hope to improve#but its fun to try new things#I would have added more gifs but my ps and laptop are out of memory (oops too many rop pics lol)#so I need to sort that#Im always happy to take requests I just might take a while to fulfill them for you guys#I wanted to add more flowers to the middle gif or a border#but thats when my ps when lol no#they make a good couple I gotta say#ship request
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Sequel for matchmaker extraordinaires? It was absolutely great and I think a sequel would be perfect 😳 with maybe some 🌶️
Gage, love, what an excellent idea!!!! Here it is, hot off the presses!!1 A bit short, but I hope you liked it!!!!!
TW: Sex in a friend's house?? Idk what to call that, Elrond begging, just general smut between two people who are in a rush but love each other
Durin and Disa: Matchmakers Extraordinaire pt 2
It’s wrong, you know it is, but Elrond has locked the door, you can hear Durin and Disa busy in the kitchen and their children are still away at a friend’s home. If you’re quiet, it will be fine.
At the very least, that is what you tell yourself, as Elrond has you pinned against the bathroom wall. Another layer of noise prevention, the bathroom has its own door.
His lips are latched onto the column of your neck, hips thrusting into you, as you bite down on your lips trying to muffle your moans.
“Elrond, we must hurry, they call us for breakfast at any time.” You said, sentence punctuated by a gasp as he sucks on your pulse point.
“Then I suggest you allow me full access to your visage.” He said, eyes drifting down to your bodice.
You tug down the bodice of your nightgown, and Elrond groans. The sound makes your stomach flip, and you whine when his lips began mouthing at the soft flesh of your breasts.
“You must be quieter, my starlight, as much as I have long to hear you sing, I do not wish to share your song with others.” He whispered, his hand sneaking between your bodies to toy with your sensitive bud.
“That is quite easy for you to say.” You hissed, hand in his hair, pleasure rushing through your veins. You’re a flustered mess. Legs wrapped around him, nightgown bunched up around your hips and pulled beneath your breasts, and your pupils blown wide with lust.
Elrond’s fingers set a devastating pace, urging you to your peak before breakfast is called, and you bite harder on your bottom lip. His hips snap against yours, and his lips crashing onto yours to muffle your cries.
His tongue sweeps your mouth, that same sweet taste from before renewed as your hips attempt to match his thrusts, inner walls clenching around him. His breathing is heavy, his voice low and strained, his moans like music to your ear.
You cover his mouth with your hand, and he gives you a curious look. “You must be quieter, my love.” You teased, more heat settling in your core at the way his eyes darken for a moment.
His pace finds new vigor and your breathing is rapid, perked nipples brushing against his chest with every breath. His hand palms one of your breasts, thumbs brushing over your peak, sending a ripple of pleasure throughout your body.
You whined his name, hand tightening around his jaw involuntarily. Your legs are shaking, and he cups one of your thighs keeping you against him, his warm tongue darts out to taste your palm, and you yank it back in surprise. “Elrond!”
He said nothing in response, instead giving you a roguish smile.
With his member deep inside you, his fingers on your bud, and his lips now free to claim your skin, he is overwhelming your senses. Suddenly everything is him, every touch, sound, taste, and sight is him.
You lean forward and bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming as he shifts his weight and finds that spongy spot within you, hitting it over and over again. All while purring in your ear. “My sweet starlight, you feel so perfect, you were made for me. Made to take my cock, my soul, my heart, it is all yours. Every fiber of my being is yours, I beg of you, give me your hand and I promise, I will make you the happiest maiden in Middle-Earth.”
You buried your face in the crook of his neck, trying desperately to muffle your scream of his name as pleasure washed over you, a roaring sound drowning out everything but his voice whimpering your name as he finished.
You cupped his cheek, panting and satisfied. “Yes, I will marry you.”
“Elrond! Breakfast!” Durin’s voice boomed.
You both laughed, and he wrapped his arms around you, pressing a sweet kiss to the tip of your nose. “Might I escort the Lady Peredhel to breakfast?”
“You may, Lord Peredhel.” You said, unwrapping your legs from around him and gingerly setting them down before slightly stumbling.
He caught you, a proud smirk on his face. “Perhaps I shall carry you?”
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just your friendly reminder that requests are open
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the most wonderful time of the year
request: "can you write something cute with daniela from katseye. like maybe her and the reader being cute around the other girls. i just read an angsty one with her and i need to recover :("
warnings/triggers: fluff, established relationship, gender neutral reader
it didn't come as a surprise to you that daniela was a festive person. she hadn't stopped gushing about the gifts (yes, plural) she'd gotten you, and she'd been the one who bought the two of you matching christmas sweaters – not ugly sweaters, she wouldn't have either of you looking anything less than amazing. but as festive as she was, it had taken one little debate with manon over beyonce songs for your girlfriend to leave you alone to put up the christmas tree so they could settle it like real adults – by having a snowball fight. thankfully for you, yoonchae had seen what you were doing and decided to join in, so it wasn't all on you.
which – of course you'd been ropped into putting up the tree. you had come over with your laptop and snacks, fully intending to make daniela watch a new anime with you, but her pout as she asked you to help her put up the tree had made you putty in her hands. until, of course, manon had asked you if you preferred love on top or crazy in love as shevwas putting together a playlist and you were in their shared bedroom as much as they were, and before you could answer daniela had picked crazy in love, starting the debate that escalated quickly.
you were in the middle of placing ornaments on the tree with yoonchae when you felt arms circle around your waist, and a head press against your shoulder. it was no question who it was, your hand reached down to squeeze daniela's that was resting on your stomach. she was cold to the touch, and you placed the ornament on the tree before turning, your arms wrapping around her to pull her in closer.
"my poor baby, you're so cold," you spoke as she hid her face in your neck, rubbing your hands up and down her back until a squeal escaping you as she pressed her cold nose against your skin. the laugh she let out had you beginning to pull away, but her hold tightened on you and she didn't let you go. "no no, i'm sorry, let me steal your body heat." at least she was being honest about using you for your warmth. you couldn't resist the urge to tease her for it though.
"you know, maybe if you had let me answer, manon wouldn't have had to turn you into a dani-sicle," you said, even though your lips pressed against her temple as you did. she let out a huff, pouting up at you. you couldnt help but press a soft kiss yo her lips then. "did you at least win?" you asked once you pulled away, and laughed when the pout worsened in response. "gosh, you're gonna bring my reputation down with yours baby."
"what reputation? you were a dork way before i met you," daniela said, and you raised your eyebrows slightly. "you better be nice to me if you want to keep stealing my warmth," you responded, but made no effort to move out of her grasp.
it was then that manon came into the room, having gone to change out of her wet clothes, and the sight of daniela in your arms made her let out a scoff full of amusement. "that's not fair, if i lost i wouldn't have anyone to baby me, you two need to stop being so cute."
a little huff escaped daniela again as her grip tightened on you, and you met manon's eyes with a grin on your face. "don't worry manz, i would've babied you too. because you're right, love on top is better."
the indignant yell daniela let out was almost as loud as the laugh manon let out, and the blonde pulled back from you to leave a light swat on your shoulder. "no way! you're my space heater, not hers! she can get her own, you're mine." you just laughed as you pulled her back into your arms.
next to you, yoonchae stared at the two of you for a moment, as if trying to find the words she wanted to say. "you wouldn't be as cute with manon," she finally said, and you smiled a little as you rested your chin on daniela's shoulder. "you were supposed to be cute with her, not anyone else."
a warmth you couldn't quite explain filled you at yoonchae's words, but you knew she was right. there was no way you could've been with anyone else, not when daniela existed. you hadn't believed in soulmates until you'd met her, but you hadn't ever really felt complete until you'd held daniela in your arms, either. so maybe yoonchae was right, and you simply were meant to be cute with daniela.
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