#that man is the love of lindir’s life and nothing could ever change that

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Random moments from Chapter 5 of Blades 2 that made me feel things, part 6/6

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Elrond x Reader Immense Jealously

Prompt: So I have request it would be Elrond x Reader. She is Elrond's adviser along with Lindir. And she is friends with Arwen. Both are in love with each other, (Elrond and Reader) and Arwen knows that. So she tries to pair them up with telling Elrond that she (Reader) already loves someone. Elrond not wanting to ruin happiness of his beloved at first does nothing, and rejects Arwen's advice of going after Reader. But eventually his jealousy gets better of him. and for ending... Maybe start it with angst but end happy? Maybe just a little bit smutty?

(I do not own LoTR or The Hobbit/gif not mine)

Love was such a beautiful yet deadly emotion. It reminded you that of a rose, stunning and sweet yet you could bleed yourself in vain just to touch it. The sheer feeling of love could not be misused for it was the purest and most powerful of feelings a person could ever comprehend. It is deep rooted, firm and euphoric. Love had been on your mind a lot, it were like a raging war took place in your head occupying each inch of your mind with the roses of a thousand bled over by the unrequited, lost and fearful.

You had met a man many moons ago and ever since you had been stood in a field of roses. He was kind and fair forever holding a gentle touch. His face resembled neither explicitly young nor old, in a way he was ageless yet his eyes spoke the stories of thousands of years. With those stories came wisdom, you were certain he held the most wisdom of any to grace Middle Earth. He was perfect to you utterly captivating. You knew you loved this man just the mention of his name had you feeling all sorts of happy. You loved Elrond.

Morning sun rose above the horizon splitting through the glass of your window gracing your skin in its warm golden hues. The silver hairbrush slowly parting your hair in preparation of your fingers to weave the strands together. Hair was the most naturally beautiful thing in Elven culture. Hours spent braiding the most intimate designs into loved ones hair, never once did an elf tire of it for it was one of the finest declarations of love one could give. To touch an elves hair was that of very high honour.

“Y/n, my father requires your presence.”

You turned around, your dress greacefully swinging at the hem to see Arwen. She was your dearest friend having met when you first entered Rivendell. Arwen had been the first to welcome you with kindness and a friendship which had only grown stronger as time passed. Not to mention the beauty she held, at times you found yourself a little jealous of her natural looks.

“Arwen, Mellon, it’s good to see you on this morning, come walk with me a while.”

She took her place next to your side walking down each corridor basked in the spring light. Each step you took closer to Elrond made your stomach flutter wildly. You tried to hide your nervousness from Arwen however she seemed to have a way of getting at exactly what was on your mind.

“Tell me Y/n, how are things with Elrond?”

Your cheeks dusted pink at the mention of his name, something which did not got unnoticed by Arwen. Your mind wracked over every memory of him it could before you shut of your thoughts stumbling a little over your words.

“It is all going well.” Your words sounding more like a question than a statement.

Arwen knew you had fallen deep in love and by the same reaction and frequency of need for your presence on Elronds side, he had fallen for you too. It was obvious really just the way you looked at each other held more meaning than worlds colliding and stars falling from the sky. You couldn’t stop blushing at the mention of his name and he couldn’t bear a day without you. You were each other’s perfect company, your love burned brighter than a flame. Either you or Elrond had to confess.

Elrond stood watching you from afar. You were stunning, a blinding supernova composed of beauty and grace. The evening sun glowing on your skin tinting you golden was truly a captivating sight. Your hair braided so precisely he almost wished you would braid your hair for him but most of all he wholeheartedly begged that one day he could comb his fingers through your silky tresses creating a design only you would ever be worthy of. However stripping away the vanity of his thoughts he purely wanted you, your kindness, your warmth, your love. Just you being around him seemed to make hours pass quicker and his mood alter. Smiles drew to his face increasingly so and for a moment, just looking at you, he felt completely at peace.

“She is in love, father.”

Elrond couldn’t help but feel a familiar sensation crawl over his heart. He knew a young, beautiful, kind woman as yourself could not fall for him. You would be throwing away your freedom should you have chosen him. He’d walked Middle Earth far longer than you had, in a way he felt deceived by himself for clinging to the hope of nothingness.

“Love is a beauty of this world, Arwen, I only wish the elf she loves will reciprocate such immense compassion.” His eyes never strayed from you; only now they held a solemn sadness.

“There is no mistaking how you look at her, why not pursue her heart?”

Elrond didn’t respond immediately. Love was a new warming sensation upon your heart and such feeling he could not stand in the way of. Elrond could not complicate your emotions, you had a life ahead of you, a path to take, a person to share your heart with. He had lived love, he had had his chances with love but he had also been broken by the very foundations of euphoric sensations of happiness something of which he could not put you through for doing so he would surely break his own heart. Elrond knew he could not let his desires seize your heart.

“I cannot peruse a woman who’s heart belongs with other.” In a twisted way letting you go broke him.

However the heart wants what it wants. Each passing day Elrond found his desire growing, spiralling into lust and jealously he wished for your love so immensely despite every effort to surpress it. He feared it were only a matter of time before his heart acted impulsively wrapping you in its selfish decisions. Elrond loved you. He’d say it a thousand times over to ease the longing he felt. His mind could only ever think of you, his body drawn to you and his eyes seeping everything his heart felt exposing him to his own venerability.

Elrond turned fairly cold towards you since the day you spoke with Arwen and it stung. What you did you couldn’t fathom and in all honestly you thought the pair of you had grown fairly close but alas you were obviously mistaken. You felt as though a cold blade had been rammed through your heart. In a way Elrond had broken your heart without even owning it. You tried the first few times to converse with him, his mood appearing to be a bad day and nothing more however weeks of the same cold treatment began to speak volumes and you gave up trying to speak. You and Elrond had gone moons exchanging only professional words between you. You became overwhelmed in sadness so much that you only spoke to few. You were bleeding in vain.

Elrond was gritting his teeth upon watching you. He missed you, your company and your way of making everything seem a little easier, however he somewhat knew the distance between you made you happy. Now he wasn’t so sure his choice was the right one. A dark, intense pit of jealousy spiralled through his body. In truth it had been growing since the day he turned cold, you had gone to others for support that of which included Lindir. He was one of your closest friends and never failed to lighten your mood. You had been staying at Lindir’s side a lot recently and bubbles of laughter were pouring from your mouth. Elronds gaze never left yours but he couldn’t help the desire within himself any longer.

“Lady Y/n, I am in need of an advisor.” His words came out laced with bitter undertones yet the sadness behind his eyes wrote another story.

You sighed inaudibly and muttered a goodbye to Lindir, following Elrond out of the gardens into a secluded area. You were tired of being treated as a worker instead of a friend like you used to. All the times you’d have joking around and spending a great deal of spare time together were fading into mother but painful memories. You still loved him without a doubt but those feelings would never see the light of day you were certain.

Elrond was so close to telling you. His heart and mind speaking in sync both trying desperately to free themselves to the open light of love. It took just three words to tell you bluntly, a sentence to spill his feelings and a book to explain them. Everything was telling him to do it yet fear loomed in the back of his mind. The fear that he’d never live to see love again. The fear that he’d never get to be close to you again, that he’d go back to being Lord Elrond of Rivendell and nothing more.

“Y/n, I must confess something.” You tried to keep your mind straight but your heart hammered against your chest.

“You make me feel unlike any other, when I am around you my heart speaks for me rather than my head. It speaks for you and I am unable to deny its power. Every waking day my feelings for you only grow stronger. I am aware of your feelings of another but I fear if I don’t confess I will be haunted by it for the rest of my life. Y/n I am in love with you.”

Taking your shocked expression as a sign of rejection, he took his part swiftly walking away. There were no tears to accompany his broken heart it were truly an awful feeling a part of him was missing and he felt nothing.

You didn’t even think when running after him nor did you when you cried his name all you could do was follow what your heart bled for.

“Elrond, that other elf, it’s you.”

His expression changed and he started into your eyes looking for deception yet only desperation and love looked back. He was so confused and uncertain yet his heart felt as if it had doubled in size.

“But Arwen-”

“She meant you, Elrond I love you.”

The missing piece of his heart was replaced by something so much stronger and his eyes glittered in adoration both of you standing just staring into each other’s eyes made you the most powerful people in all of Middle Earth. You were one both of your emotions in a burning flame greater than life and for a moment it were as if the world went quiet and only you and Elrond existed. Such power cut the reigns on your actions and Elrond took your face in one hand backing you against the wall and kissed you.

He was a gentle kisser yet build up desire and jealousy guided his actions. His other arm snaked around your waist and the one that rested on your cheek pressed on the back of your neck. There was no distance parting you and Elrond, nothing to stop him from relishing you. He’d wanted your touch and affection so long it seemed as if he wasn’t able to stop himself.

Momentarily, he parted for breath as did you although the sudden loss of contact left you a little colder however it didn’t last long as he pressed his lips onto yours once again. This time he was rougher hands brushing over your skin making you shudder, your body was flushed tightly against his yet there was an element of gentleness. It wasn’t in his nature to be harsh or rough just in the way he pulled you to him was gentle, his desperate grip still left room for comfort or for you to pull away. Even with such immense desire, he still knew to be kind and treat you well.

His grip was tight when he pulled you off to his quarters. He wanted to show you how much you truly meant to him.

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Changing of the Song [Part 3]: Chapter 30 - Just 'End of the World' Things

A Marvel & Tolkien Crossover

Main Characters: Elrond Peredhel, Maglor, Illyria Strange

Also featuring: Stephen Strange, Lindir, Maedhros, Amrod, Amras, Caranthir, Celegorm, Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield.

Warnings: Swearing.

Other Tags: Sibling bonding, reunions, angst and fluff, visions, maps, prophetic dreams, romance, marriage, potatoes (I had to get a potato mention somewhere just to please Samwise Gamgee).

“Elrond.”

“Hmm?” He glanced down from staring blankly in front of him, finding Illyria had placed her book down on her chest.

Illyria looked up to him and a small smile formed. “Nothing,” she said. “I just…I was just thinking about things.”

“Of?” He inquired, his hand gently brushing over her hair.

“Us,” She answered, twitching her lips slightly. “You, actually.”

Elrond’s lips quirked a little as he asked, “And what about me, melmenya?”

A little short breath left her lips. Even when she never would admit it, Elrond could tell calling her that name had always affected her. Far from the worst case that is.

“How you would look with grey hair,” A smile grew on her face, her hand reaching to grasp the strand of his own.

Some ray of emotions passed him. He wasn’t exactly sure of what kind. Amusement, confusion, or annoyance. Elrond’s first initial reaction would have been sadness, he expected, knowing easily that he had chosen the life of the Eldar than of man. But instead, it rose questions.

“I think we’ve already seen that when Elros grew to his later years,” He noted, causing her to roll her eyes.

She bit her lip, letting her hand graze over his jaw. “But it’s not the same,” Illyria began, “Elves hearts and souls grow old and yet they look as if they haven’t aged a day. And yet I’ve met many people who look old and yet they feel so young. So youthful.”

Elrond remained quiet. In a way, it was always how he saw people. Through their eyes and the flashes of their future, he could speculate how much their fëa could be. With elves, they had that aura, though it matured and sometimes dimmed as ages passed – followed by the world changing around them. But men, dwarrow and hobbits, they were often still bursting with light – fusing out when such a moment changes their soul forever and sometimes it was gradually into fading.

His eyes looked for a second at his own strand of hair. Never had he imagined himself with ageing hair. Lines forming not from stress but from age itself. His body becoming weaker. His mixed feelings of experiencing mortality from those he loved were different from if he had the choice.

“Do you ever go back and think of it?” She questioned him quietly, “The day they asked what you’d choose. I—”

She stopped herself, giving more time for him to allow the question to invade his thoughts as well.

“Well, you never really had a choice,” Illyria sadly looked away. Somehow he could sense the anger in her tone. “They made you do it despite being so young.”

He inhaled deeply. Some part of him wished he never had to discuss some things. Throughout his life, many have wondered in front of him and behind his back how the choice of the Peredhel was even considered. Elrond couldn’t even describe it himself. It had been thousands of years and yet thinking back at it…having Manwë’s herald inform a young child – only at the age of adulthood – that they needed to choose what life they wanted.

Either the life of Elves or Men.

He had chosen his life because of multiple reasons. Not only to discover centuries later that it had been his growing infatuation with Elemmírë, but also the future he had seen if he had chosen the path as an elf.

However, he wouldn’t deny that there was a moment he thought of himself choosing a mortal path. His life would have been far different than the life he now bore. Perhaps he would have tried to make his own realm of the secondborn, or perhaps continue as an advisor between Lindon and Númenor.

Mortal path or not, he would still have followed his heart to protect his family and love either way.

-Excerpt of Elrond's pov

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Squabbles are a way of life

Fandom: The Lord of The Rings Pairing: Glorfindel x (elf)reader Genres: humor, romance, fluff Words: 1.735 Summary: Reader is known for her bad temper and Glorfindel takes it upon himself to do something about it. It doesn’t end up well for him as reader plans a little revenge - requested by @galacyan

With a focused, determined expression you wiggle yourself closer to the edge of the balcony, peeking below to check if your position is correct. You adjust yourself – you were never a fan of laying flat on your stomach but your upcoming task requires it.

It’s worth a minute of suffering, you note. The elf that’s gotten under your skin needs to be punished and showed as an example for possible followers. Nobody’s annoying you and gets away with it.

You’re known in Rivendell, very well known. It is rather hard to miss an elf maiden who doesn’t stop herself from snapping at anyone that vexes her. If needed, you know manners, of course. But you were never the one to keep your mouth shut when someone was doing wrong by you or your family and friends.

Most of the citizens of Rivendell avoided conflict, having already learnt what bothered you. And given that you were wise and exceptionally skilled in healing, your bad temper was a mere flaw, something they could put up with.

Everyone but Glorfindel. The blonde haired elf took it upon himself to sort of pacify you and teach you some manners, making you a quiet, elegant maiden, not a rather eccentric maid with always a bit messy hair. You had no idea why he assigned himself to do such a thing but it was something that frustrated you to end.

And so, you have planned a revenge of sorts. A spectacle for those you thought of following Glorfindel in his tries to ‘fix your temper’.

“Shall we?” Lord Elrond’s voice rings and you hear few hums of approval in response. There is a meeting on a balcony below the one you’re at and Glorfindel is right under you, a perfect position for your assault.

Reaching out with one of your hands, you slide a small basket towards you. In it, you have put petals of white daisies, hundreds of them, ready to be thrown down at the very elf that dared annoy you.

A smirk appears on your face as you patiently wait for a good moment to begin.

“To begin, I would like to discuss the upcoming visit from elves of Lothlorien. Is everything prepared?”

“Yes, Lord Elrond, everything is readied. Kitchens are stocked, rooms are awaiting,” Lindir confirms and you can be sure that Lord Elrond nods with approval.

The men talk more but you stop listening. There’s nothing that concerns you, so you decide that it’s high time to proceed with your plan.

You take a couple of petals, just a few, and quietly move your hand forward, until it’s placed right above Glorfindel’s head and, pleased with yourself, you release the petals, watching as they fall down.

Glorfindel scrunches his nose upon noticing white flowers’ flakes landing on his plate and, which he can only assume, in his hair. Confused, he glances up but you manage to hide on the balcony in time.

After a minute, you chance a glance down and, much to your amusement, you see Glorfindel struggling with pulling all of the petals out of his hair. Also, he messes his perfect hairdo, which only adds to your happiness.

Without thinking twice, you gather more flakes in your hair and send them flying down, covering your mouth his the other hand as you giggle from Glorfindel’s annoyance and confusion. This should teach him to not cross you.

“Oh, on Aulë’s beard!” he exclaims, shaking his head and a few of the elves cackle, evidently humored by Glorfindel’s exasperation.

“Glorfindel, is that something bothering you?” Lord Elrond asks politely, although you’re pretty sure that he’s trying to contain his laughter for the sake of the meeting.

“Yes, someone is throwing petals at me.”

“Oh,” Lord Elrond replies simply and you hear Lindir clear his throat.

“May I note that those petals are, most likely, daisy’s. Lady Y/N adores those flowers.”

“Y/N? You think it’s her? Why would she do such a thing?” Glorfindel’s voice is hinted with disbelief and you scoff. The nerve!

“I heard her bluster that she would requite for treating her like an elfling,” one of the men speaks up and you slide closer to the barriers, curious as to how the conversation will go. Will Glorfindel do something or just suffer through his punishment?

To usher him, you let go of a few petals that land directly at the top of his head.

He gulps and clenches his jaw, but doesn’t move even a bit. You grin widely and decide that you should reveal yourself and vex him some more. You grasp on the barriers and stand up, leaning out of the barriers.

“Hey, sunshine!” you call cheerfully, waving your hand at him and he swallows thickly, looking up at you with narrowed eyes.

A cackle erupts from other men, even Lord Elrond can’t help himself and Glorfindel’s cheek turn red from anger. You can see that even his ears are redden on the pointy ends.

You toss him a wink and, hopping every now and then, you head to your chamber, delighted with how your plan worked. He should know now how it feels to be scolded and treated like a baby.

Glorfindel grunts and rests his chin on his propped palms, embarrassed and frustrated.

“You must go and scold her, Glorfindel,” one of the man remarks, much to the rests’ delightfulness and another fit of laughter sounds.

“And get humiliated again? No, I’m fine, thank you very much.”

“Glorfindel,” Elrond muses, drawing the golden haired elf’s attention, “you’re a Balrog’s slayer, dealing with Y/N cannot be harder.”

“Oh, Elrond, I’d rather kill a dozen Balrogs than go to see her now.”

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In the end, he does go to you. After an hour, after everyone ceased laughing at him and he was somewhat calmer, he excused himself and walked to your room.

He’s proud that nobody managed to work out why he was behaving oddly around you.  You are one of a kind, so peculiar and fascinating and Glorfindel was fast to realize that you showed the most emotion when scolded. And he loved watching you being passionate and unapologetic.

He would allow you to throw those petals on him for as long as you pleased but at the same time, he knew that the time came to confess his feelings and hope that you wouldn’t snap at him and acknowledge his affection easily even if you didn’t feel the same.      

Once he reaches your door, he knocks a few times, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest as he listens to your footsteps, nearing the door.

You sway it open and with a playful smirk, welcome Glorfindel with a curtsey.

“My Lord, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Oh, stop it, Y/N. You know very well why I am here. Had fun?”

“A lot,” your eyes light up with mischievous sparkles and Glorfindel wishes that you two were on a good terms. Good enough so that him leaning in a kissing your lips wasn’t an unwelcome thing.

“Do you want to come in, sunshine?” you ask after a moment of silence and, hesitantly, he steps in, folding his hands behind his back.

You face him, waiting for him to speak.

“I wish to propose a truce. I will not scold you or say a bad word about your behavior. In return, I expect you to stop putting pranks on me.”

“That won’t work out well. I simply cannot hold back from pranks,” you shrug and Glorfindel heaves out a sigh, pursing his lips.

“You’re insufferable, Y/N, do you know that?”

“I heard that a few times before,” you grin widely, rocking on your feet.

“And you do not intend to put an end to my misery? I will have to bear your childish antics for Valar only know how long?”

“Yes, that’s correct,” you say, the most innocent expression you can muster plastered on your face and Glorfindel grunts, lifting his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“What have I ever done to you, Y/N? How have I wronged you?”

“For starters, you patronize me on a daily basis, apparently thinking that it’s your duty to teach me manners. I don’t like when someone tries to change me against my will, Glorfindel. And for some reason only you appear to have a problem with my acting.”

“Because you’re being stubborn and mean only for me, and I do believe it’s purposely.”

“You don’t speak to me when I’m nice,” you admit quietly and Glorfindel jerks his head up to gaze at you. Your previous defensive and mocking manner disappeared and Glorfindel almost gasps at how timid you look.

“I tried to be nice once and you ignored me for whole day. You only talk to me when I’m, well, myself.”

“I thought that by not talking to you, you would tolerate me more. Yes, I did notice that when I bark at you, you’re more likely to bark at me in return but if it’s the only chance to get you to speak to me, then so be it. I couldn’t stand that silence, to be frank, that day was one of the worst I had ever had.”

“One would think, after all those eons, you’d be more observant, sunshine,” you tease, taking a step closer to him. “But frankly, we were both blind. So eager to anger the other that we lost the reason behind it, didn’t we?”

“I do believe we did, Y/N,” Glorfindel admits and steps closer to you, slowly raising his palms to cup your face as if fearing that you will slap him.

Of course, you don’t – you let out a small noise of contentment and Glorfindel smiles fondly at you.

You let out a giggle when you notice something in his hair.

“What is it?” he inquires as you lift your hand and take it out, showing him a single petal of daisy.

He scrunches his nose a little, a most adorable sight and you giggle again, happiness bubbling in your chest.

“You’re driving me crazy, Y/N. I don’t know how-“

“Oh, kiss me already, Glorfindel,” you breathe out and in next moment, it turns into a soft whimper as Glorfindel’s lips press against yours, the passion in his kiss making your head spin and your knees buckle.

Truly, you couldn’t imagine a better ending of your little scheme.