#the rings of power x reader

[etherealeowyn]

"It's going to be okay" - Elrond (Rings of Power) x Fem Reader

When taking a walk in the woods surrounding Eregion, Elrond and Y/n come face to face with danger.

Angst + Fluff

Word Count: 863

My requests are always open, so feel free to message me if you have an idea! I'll write for any character from The Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, or The Rings of Power!

As the sun regressed behind the dark, billowy clouds, the once-vibrant hues that decorated the lands appeared dull. Everything was still, unnaturally still. It was bizarre for a riparian environment, such as the one the elves were occupying, to be so devoid of life. The birds were not chirping, and Elrond noted there wasn’t a single fish that could be seen in the river as they had followed it to their destination.

“Something is off,” Elrond spoke, turning his head towards Y/n. “I’m sure of it.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” she responded uneasily while moving closer to him.

Just when those words had escaped her lips, the heavens decided to open and drops of rain began to fall upon Middle Earth. Briefly, they stopped in their tracks and gazed up at the overcast sky, feeling the sensation of the cold droplets hitting their faces. Elrond gently pulled Y/n’s cloak over her head, preventing her hair from getting soaked, before raising one of his hands and wiping the water off her face with the pad of his thumb.

Interrupting the moment, the cacophonous cawing of a crow cut through the silence, making Y/n tense up and stare at Elrond with worry prominent in her eyes. Similarly, he looked at her, both aware the crow was a sign that orcs would be there sooner than they would like.

Distorted voices began to sound from the tree line, and an arrow whistled past the couple, lodging itself in one of the oaks behind Elrond. He didn’t get the chance to say anything to Y/n, rather he just grabbed her hand and began to run with her through the forest. She didn’t hesitate to follow Elrond’s lead, for she trusted him with her entire being, and she knew he would do everything in his power to keep her safe. Y/n would certainly do the same for him, though her skills with the blade were considerably worse than his.

Suddenly they stopped, and Elrond pulled her underneath a fallen tree that he prayed would be completely and utterly invisible to the orc’s eyes. He grabbed his sword and tightly gripped it, desperately hoping that the orcs wouldn’t get close enough where he would be forced to use it. Elrond attempted to push away the guilt that was currently rising within him, when he had first embarked on this walk with Y/n, it didn’t even cross his mind that they would come face to face with danger.

Though she was filled to the brim with fear, she knew good and well that the more afraid she appeared to Elrond, the worse he would feel about the situation. The last thing that Y/n wanted was to be the reason why his mind was clouded and unable to function to the best of its ability in the case of an attack.

“It’s going to be okay,” she whispered, reassuringly placing her hand on Elrond’s thigh.

“Yes, it will,” he responded, his voice sounding shakier than he had planned.

She grabbed his free hand and began to rub it with her thumb, and she could see the elf become visibly less tense. Y/n didn’t say anything else, fearful words would only worsen the situation. Plus, she didn’t want any orcs to hear them and find their location.

A mixture of harsh voices and footsteps could be heard semi-close to where the pair were hiding, and neither made a single sound. Even their breaths taken were hushed fearing that the orcs' ears would be attentive enough to find where they were even from that slight sound.

Elrond watched as Y/n’s eyes fluttered shut, blocking the unfolding situation from reaching her. Instead of closing his eyes, he stared at her, tracing every inch of her face with his grey eyes, knowing that it was the best distraction in Middle Earth.

When the rustling of leaves and other things around them had stopped, Elrond figured that the orcs had left, but just in case they were still close, the pair sat under that fallen tree for about an hour. Verbally they didn’t say anything, but the way their bodies were pressed against each other said more than words could convey.

When the rain had lightened, Elrond felt as if the coast was clear to try and escape back to the city of Eregion.

“Y/n, it should be safe to head back now. I haven’t heard anything in a while,” he whispered, watching as she opened her eyes, relief replacing the fear that was once hidden within them.

She nodded in response, still nervous to speak, since they weren’t certain that all the orcs had retreated from the area.

Elrond got up and scanned the tree line around them, not seeing anything unusual. He let out a sigh of relief before stretching his hand towards Y/n, who immediately took it and let him pull her to her feet.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his body, nestling her head into the crook of his neck, deeply thankful for all he had done for her. He returned the hug, letting some guilt he carried dissipate now that they had made it through the worst of the situation.

[floatyflowers]

Platonic Father! Sauron/ Halbrand/Annatar x Daughter! Reader

You are the daughter of Sauron, and nobody knows that except for a few, Morgoth and his servants.

Honestly, nobody knows how Sauron came to have a child of his own, nor do you even know how you are his blood child, fully from his specie none the less.

When Morgoth is backstabbed by Sauron, you thought you didn't have to be afraid of evil scheming anymore.

But no, Sauron had other plans, he wants to take the place of Morgoth.

This is why you ran away without looking back.

And you ended up with Celebrimbor who took you in and treated you as his daughter, allowing you to call him 'Ada' without knowing that you are related to Sauron

You are disguised in another form so nobody recognizes you.

You chose to start a new life, and Celebrimbor is the perfect match.

Everything was peaceful, until Halbrand or rather Annatar entered your lives and decided to manipulate Celebrimbor.

You felt extremely uncomfortable with him around, despite being unaware that he is your father in disguise.

Sauron was amused at how you didn't recognize disguised as Halbrand or Annatar, even though he immediately knew you.

Afterall, you are a part of him, body and soul.

"Annatar, you have lied to my father!"

"Your father? You truly have forgetten that you were created in my image, that I'm your real father who knows you best, my child"

[queers-gambit]

Commander

prompt: ( requested ) being on opposite sides of the Rings eventually sends your husband back into your arms, and between your legs. haha, nice.

pairing: Elrond x female!wife!reader

fandom masterlist: The Rings of Power

word count: 4.6k+

note: it is NOT said (that i've heard) that Elrond wears his father's cloak - that's just author being sentimental.

warnings: not edited, some obvious angst, mostly hurt and comfort, romance, established relationship, small relationship angst, smut, is this a Commander kink? i'm not sure. small spoilers, sibling reader.

bonus

The trees of Lindon glimmered gold and winked in the sunlight as vibrant veins of restored Light flowed through them all. It was a gorgeous sight; one you were happy to bask in after nearly losing it to the dark depths of evil corrupting Middle-earth. The only reason you had this glorious sight of twinkling beauty was because you had alined yourself with Galadriel and Celebrimbor about the distribution and use of the Elven Rings of Power - though you did not wish to claim one.

You merely desired the salvation of your people on this Middle-earth the Valar gifted The Children of Ilúvatar.

In order to support the Rings, you had to oppose the only person you had ever loved unconditionally, and nothing hurt like that. Despite the pain, disruption, turmoil, the angst it put you and Elrond through, you did not waver in your opinion - but he did not relent in his stance, either.

That was usually a quality you adored in your husband; how stubborn, strong, enduring, passionate, educated, and unrelenting he was. Yet for this, you were beyond frustrated.

You remembered the look of utter betrayal in his eyes when he stormed away the day the Rings were all claimed by Círdan, Gil-Galad, and Galadriel. He couldn't look at you, on those stairs, opposing him and defending the Rings. So, he fled the scene - unable to hide how displeased, unhappy, and horrified he felt.

After that, the two of you began to bicker over simple, common, mundane, marital situations; he instigated fights, prolonged arguments, even lit purposeful fires to force you into verbal altercations. You argued endlessly, needlessly, heatedly about things that voices didn't need raised for. Tension followed you everywhere, filled every room, and after just a few nights... Elrond decided he couldn't sleep in your shared chambers any longer.

You had returned from duty to find him sending several cases of his personal belongings away, freezing when he realized you had caught him. He looked akin to a startled animal. "I did not mean for you to see this," he offered stiffly as if embarrassed, "I-I thought you were on patrol."

"I was switched to the nightshift," you explained meekly, watching servants stream from the room with their arms full of his desired effects. "W-What's going on? What're you doing?"

Elrond sighed, unable to meet your eyes for several long minutes. Then, he licked his lips, nodded, and told you, "I just figured, considering the state of affairs, we'd benefit - "

"Our marriage isn't an 'affair', Elrond!" You snapped, tears filling your eyes. "We're just in a strange state, couples are allowed to disagree, there's a lot unknown - "

"I can't stay here anymore, love, and watch how much I'm hurting you," his head shook. "You think you're silent, but I hear your weeping. I know you avoid coming to bed because I'm there first. You used to pin my robes in the morning, and now, I'm lucky if I even catch a glimpse of your skirt as you rush out the door as I wake. We're not happy anymore, Y/N..."

You froze, lungs shriveling into nothing, shock pumping into your system. "Yo-You're not happy?" You stuttered, stumbling back a couple steps as if he had brandished a sword.

Elrond just stared at you, asking, "Are you? Truly?"

"Generally, yes! I am certainly not so unhappy that I want us apart! This is just a difficult position we're in, but we will get past it, Elrond, we always do!"

"This isn't just a difficult position," he snapped, shocking you back another single step. "We're at odds, starshine, and I hate to admit it. But this is bigger than us, than our love - this is fundamental - "

"And about more than us! Yes! That's what I'm thinking of, Elrond, our people!"

"And what of Sauron? What of his influence upon the Rings!?"

"What of the good they've done? What of the connection?"

"What do you mean - "

"Galadriel!" You snapped. "The obvious connection the Ring amplifies within her! There is a grave new sense she and the other Ringer Bearers have. She can use this Ring to-to-to sense evil, perhaps even see ahead of the enemy! It might be his influence, but aren't we stronger? Stronger than him, together?"

"Those who wear the Rings - "

"You speak of your former mentor, the Elven High King, and your greatest friend. Which of them will you predict to fall?"

"After Galadriel’s already fallen prey - "

"But she is the wiser, the stronger for it! She is thrice as determined before! Why must these Rings divide us, Elrond? Why can we not simply say we leave all politics at the door when we are together?"

Sadly, slowly, he shuffled closer and reached out to caress your cheek. "I love you, my star," he reminded, "but in knowing your stance, I cannot allow us to continue being so destructive to each other. Support the Rings, my love," he lowered his forehead to yours, "but I cannot stand at your side while you do so... Not when I know of Sauron's influence..."

You pulled back, sniffling down the tears that surfaced to nod with a sarcastic smile. "I thought when we took our vows of matrimony, we'd hold true... But I can see, you do not intend to see us through this bog."

"That's where you're wrong," he snarled, stepping closer to hold both of your upper arms and jostle you slightly, "don't you see? Don't you understand? We need the space or we'll keep hurting one another, and I don't know if there's a way for us to heal after that. As of now, we stand a chance, but only if we curate distance - so we need to proceed individually as we need best."

His reasoning was logical, but you were beyond hurt by his departure. Perhaps it was for the best; especially when the High King decided to send a scouting party after Sauron, anointing Elrond as Commander, and upon the news, you panicked. Like, fully broke down in worried tears, alone. Yet you did not go to him, you did not speak out, you just accepted the High King's command and gathered in the courtyard with any other loved ones wishing the company safe travels.

Yet Elrond just looked at you sadly and lifted his hand in parting before turning to lead his comrades out of Lindon.

You shed a single tear as High King Gil-galad was felt at your flank, slowly entering your peripheral. "They have passed out of my sight," you informed him, voice trembling.

"I know of the strife between you and Commander Elrond..." the King trailed off, "But I would like to commend you for remaining a pillar in your belief. These Rings," he showed his, "are a power and force we do not yet understand in full."

"Perhaps, in time," you agreed, sniffling. "If you would excuse me, my King."

He agreed, letting you go; and all you could do was return to your chambers and throw yourself into your pillows for a good cry. After a single day or moping, you got up and got back to work; working with the other trusted advisors to devise battle strategies, evacuation plans, and whatever else you could do preemptively. You didn't know how long Elrond was gone for because after leaving your chambers, you scarcely saw him - something you suspect was on purpose. All you knew was that he was gone and you missed him.

"Sister!"

You looked up when Tinnriel, or Tinnie, rushed into the council room. "What's wrong?" You asked in alarm, straightening up to take her in arms.

"I-I saw - I saw Elrond - he's on his way here - "

"Slow down," you pleaded.

"Something's wrong!" She sneered at you, pushing your arms down. "I've been telling you for weeks! But you do not listen! To myself or your husband!"

"Oh, not this again, Tinnie, I've told you - "

"That it is paranoia, yes, I've heard you, but you and Elrond are at odds! That's not my paranoia! You two never feud, he's been gone days and now returns, looking worse for wear!"

"High King, I apologize for my sister's interruption - "

"She's not wrong," Gil-galad muttered, making you pause.

"My King?"

"You are not wrong, Tinnie," He addressed your sister, finding her eyes and holding her hostage by a single look, "for I have felt the darkness, too. There is something amiss, I will agree, but..."

"It is the Rings!" She insisted.

"Oh, not this again!" You snarled, seizing her upper arm. "Out! Now! You will still your tongue before the King!"

"High King!" You heard Elrond calling, rushing down the hall you were surging up. He spoke your name, "Where are you going?"

"To have a word - "

"This is much more important. Trust me, please! With me, now!" He breezed past you, but caught your free arm in his hold - pulling you after him and forcing you to release Tinnie. "High King," Elrond addressed as he lead you back into the room, your younger sister lingering in the doorway to listen, "the Orcs are not in Mordor."

"Elrond, our reports - "

"We've encountered them!" Elrond cut you off, making you silence yourself out of sheer curiosity; not accustomed to seeing him so disheveled and manic... So authoritative. "A legion of them are headed for Eregion." He pulled out Nenya, showing the King, "My wife and Galadriel were right! They were right! You must send the army to Eregion this moment."

Your head bowed in disappointment, wishing beyond wishful thought that you had been gifted with foresight - then you could've seen this, withheld the Elven Armies from marching to Mordor, been better prepared. Elrond noted your silence first, ready to question you, when the High King stiffly informed, "That will not be possible. I have reason to believe that Sauron is the architect of all this."

Choosing his words carefully, Elrond argued slightly, "High King, Eregion is the very jewel of Elvendom. If it were to fall, it would be a mortal blow for all in Middle-earth. You must send aid!"

"Our armies cannot defeat both Adar and Sauron. Not alone."

Something clicked in your mind, straightening up and taking hold of Elrond's arm. You bowed your head in agreement, "Of course, High King, we understand. Allow me the day to catch my husband up on recent events, we might reconvene later - "

"I shall send for you when a decision has been made," Gil-galad waved off, you all but shoving Elrond from the room; almost tripping over Tinnie.

"Go, go, go, just go," you muttered to the two in Sindarin, releasing Elrond's arm - surprise coloring your features when he snatched your hand into his. Yet you did not comment. At the end of the hall, you halted them both, being aware of the stationed guards, keeping your voice low, "Tinnie, go attend to the rest of Commander Elrond's company. I imagine they'll need food, rest, perhaps aid?"

"Camnir was shot with an arrow..." Elrond muttered, "But Galadriel healed him."

"How?" Tinnie squeaked.

"Nenya... I saw it myself..."

You sighed, "Tinnie, please?"

She nodded, "Shall I speak to them?"

"They will want to give their account, please take record for the King," you instructed, Elrond's hand tightening in yours almost unconsciously.

"What're you going to do?"

"Speak with my husband," you sighed.

"No, I mean... If you and Galadriel were right, if the Orcs are marching on Eregion... What're you going to do?"

"We have much to discuss before a decision can be made," Elrond told her, tone hardened, "now, please, Tinnie, go."

Tinnie noticed the darker, deeper baritone to his voice and instantly nodded and scurried away towards the front gates. "How far back did you leave your company?" You asked softly, watching the last of Tinnie's skirts sweep around the corner.

"Far enough. Come," he directed, turning to start down the pathway; leading you towards the quarters you once shared. Yet before you could enter, you reared back; yanking his hand, his concerned expression turning down in gentle aggravation. "What's the matter?" He asked.

"You don't live here anymore."

Elrond heaved a great sigh, turning to you, "Truly? You wish to do this now?"

"For weeks, you've picked arguments. You've been combative, irritable, spiteful. You... You chose a ring over me - "

"That's not true - "

"How would you phrase it then!?"

"I chose ethics! Morality! You chose a Ring of Power, not just a ring!" He barked at you, both cracking under the pressure the Ring had subjected your marriage to.

"And look where it lead! You come storming in, declaring Galadriel and I are right to the High King, and now... Now it sounds as if you still defend your decision!"

"I do."

You shook off his grip, "Then perhaps we might find somewhere more neutral to discuss matters?"

Elrond heaved a sigh, "What's wrong with our rooms - your rooms? What's wrong with your rooms?"

"Exactly that, they're mine. Not ours. It seems, no matter where I look, I am reminded that my husband didn't love me enough - "

"Don't you ever say that again!" Elrond snarled, leering over you; back to a bannister, bending you back slightly as you refused to back down - keeping him in front of you. He was heaving for breath, body trembling; proximity allowing you to count the pores clogged by dirt, blood, and grime. "You may hold all the anger you wish, but never accuse me of something so heinous, impossible, untrue. So unfathomable."

"Then prove me wrong!" You fired back, shoving at his abdomen to force him back a step so you could righten yourself off the bannister. "You proved to me your anger, now prove your love! Your remorse! Show me an apology, do not just say it! You looked at me with such hate, Elrond, and you left our rooms, you left me - over a matter of opinion! Do you know what that felt like? What pain that caused? You swore to me - "

"I know what our vows were!" He snapped, tears tinging his eyes red; the air hot between your mouths as you both seethed in anger. "I know what we promised, but never did I think Sauron would return, let alone offer such threat!"

"I am beginning to think you are angry about something else! Is it Galadriel - "

"It's me!"

You were startled into silence, his voice echoing down the hall as his facial expression turned angry. Elrond turned from you to pace himself in a semi-circle, and for whatever reason, you softly questioned, "Where's your cloak?"

"What?" Elrond scoffed, having created distance that you closed to lay your hand on his bicep.

"Your father's cloak, Elrond, where is it?"

"I do not know - I don't..." His head shook, looking annoyed with himself. So, you sighed and nodded, dropped your hand to his and laced your fingers together before leading him into your quarters. "Don't - "

"Just come in," you nudged his shoulder, encouraging him into the room as you shut the doors and drew all curtains to keep your conversation private. You locked the main doors.

"You rearranged?" He noted, stalking around the room; slotting himself between furniture as he silently judged it all.

"Just trying something new, I can't sleep most nights and need something to occupy my mind," you explained, shutting the balcony doors, too. With a sigh, you spun on the spot and implored, "What did you mean, Elrond, when I questioned what you were angry about and said it's you? Please, talk to me. We did not talk about Nenya, and now..." You sighed deeply.

Elrond seemingly remembered he still had the Ring, looking at it in his flat palm with what you could only describe as terror. His eyes lifted to yours, asking, "Do you have a chain?"

With a nod, you ventured to your personal jewelry box and located a glittering braided chain; approaching him to gently drop it in a coiled pile beside Nenya. His hand shook, hating the feeling of the Ring... So, you gently took his hand to steady it and asked, "Tell me what you meant."

Elrond watched you thread the Ring onto the chain. "You're right, thinking my anger is sourced elsewhere... It's not Galadriel, per se - though, I am angry, for varying reasons. But it's me - I'm angry at myself."

"Why?"

"I did not see..."

You lifted the two ends of the chain slowly to his chest, but when he flinched, you reminded, "Galadriel entrusted it to you, nobody else should keep it." He nodded in acceptance, so, you lifted the necklace again, asking, "What didn't you see, Elrond?"

"Halbrand... While in Eregion, making the Rings, he helped Lord Celebrimbor and I, it was... He was there the whole time... So very present, innocent - feigning a King of Men - "

"Halbrand is Sauron."

"He is," Elrond confirmed, "and I did not see it."

"You are angry Sauron the Deceiver deceived you!?" You gaped, hooking the chain and retracting your arms. "Elrond, do you hear yourself? You are victim, none of you knew!"

"But the Rings - they work! You were right!"

"Elrond - "

"It's why I'm angry," he admitted, "because the Rings work, I've seen it, but also because I did not see Sauron for who he was."

"None of us did," you whispered, seeing the struggle behind his eyes.

"I couldn't protect them, either."

"Who?"

"Well, now, none of us - but Lord Celebrimbor and Galadriel specifically; they were with us, with Sauron. I..." He sighed deeply, "I did not see, now we all suffer - "

"We do not suffer, we are fighting back," you cut him off now, his sad eyes finding yours. "And you, our Commander, because you alone feel responsible for our entire salvation. You will lead us, Elrond," his head shook in refusal, making you insist, "no, listen - hear my words. You will lead our people, command legions of Elves, because you have proven strong and determined enough. Since you realized the truth of Sauron, you have fought tooth and nail for the rest of us - even me, you fought me - to see the truth. We have all been blinded, deceived, and now, we all must fight, but trust that the Rings... With the darkness they bring, they must also bring light - it is not just Sauron alone in them, but you all. Which means, in the grandest scheme, all your good overpowers Sauron's bad - proven by the Light of the Valar returning. By Camnir's rescue."

"I fought..." He whispered, reaching for your face - neither of you moving away, wanting the comfort, "At a time my words were needed most. And now, it's too late."

"It's never too late, Elrond, or have you not been paying attention?" You chortled lightly, sighing as you pet over his tunic; manicured nails gently fiddling with Nenya in admiration as it glimmered in the candlelight. "I... Had an idea I want your opinion on. Born of the High King's decision to send he army to Morodor..."

He nodded, stepping closer so his hand fully caressed your cheek and slid to hold the back of your neck. "Speak it," he whispered, "tell your Commander."

You could not repress the shiver of attraction even if you tried. He leered over you, holding you tenderly, close, pressing you closer as his eyes dared you to lose your train of thought. "We seek help... From the Dwarves, from Prince Durin," you whispered, "for they hold Sauron's Rings, they will need our aid in time - we just need theirs first."

"You would have me go above our King?"

"I would have you lead us, Commander."

Elrond smirked slightly, free arm coiling around your waist to hoist you into his embrace. "Something sounds as if you... Like this new position of mine?"

"It suits you - authority, I mean."

"Oh?"

"Being decisive," you listed as Elrond moved forward, walking you backward, "assertive, argumentative... It's a good look."

"Then are you ready to listen to your Commander?"

"At once, sir."

He paused you, lips hovering over yours; demanding of your ears only, "Strip."

"My Lord - "

"Aht," he tutted, pulling back; leaving you cemented in place.

"Commander," you amended, watching him nod subtly. Slowly, your hands lifted to start unlacing your corset; his eyes dark and concentrated, watching each movement you made. Elrond stood with his shoulders squared, hands clasped in front of him, feet spread apart; ensuring you were operating to his level of completion.

"All of it," he told you when down to your small clothes; pausing your venture onto the bed behind you.

So, you stripped those off, too. He nodded in approval, watching you teasingly turn to crawl onto the bed and settle in the middle of the mattress - facing him. Elrond's eyes locked with yours, only straying when your legs slowly spread to reveal your sweetest point for his viewing pleasure. His shoulders heaved upward as he drew in breath, lifting his chin, eyes darting around to note the speckling of honey collecting between your legs.

"Touch yourself," Elrond demanded, reaching for his weapons belt and unhooking it.

"Where, Commander?"

He smirked and simply repeated, "Touch. Yourself. If you can't take direction..."

You didn't question him again, watching him slowly unlatch the belts and hooks of his uniform; deft fingers rubbing through your wetness as others came up to pinch your nipple and roll the bud. Elrond shed his boots, discarding them to the side; tunics yanked from his bare torso, leaving the glittering jewelry around his neck. A moan escaped as you dipped your fingers within your cunt as Elrond ripped his trousers open - then paused. He admired the sight of you splayed out, both hands at work, watching him undress.

In Sindarin, Elrond questioned, "Are we still at odds, my starlight?"

You whined, replying, "If you're not inside me in the next minute, Commander, we will be."

Elrond chuckled and shucked his trousers from his hips, down his thighs, then stepping out of them. "Do you forgive me, my star?"

"Nothing to forgive."

"Don't feed me that," he reprimanded, stepping up to mount the bed; his own hand beginning to fondle his reddening cock, stroking himself to straining life. "I have wronged you and your Commander intends to show he is remorseful. Tell him how."

"Move back in," you pleaded, reaching for him as he allowed himself to hover over you, "and do not leave me - not again."

His breath exhaled against your lips, settling to lay against you while a single leg bent to secure his hips on yours. "Never," Elrond agreed, "but I'll need to hear you say it."

"Is that a command?"

Elrond smirked and lined himself up to notch his cockhead at your cunt's mouth; sinking in as he answered, "Of course, it is." You gasped and slapped a hand up to hold his flushing neck, mouth wide at the familiar sting; public hair grinding together as his balls pinned between you, cock fully sheathed. "You've been given a command, my star," he grunted in your ear, "don't disappoint your Commander now."

Like all Elves, your ears had increased sensitivity; creating a legion of goose flesh to shoot across your flesh. Without breath, you affirmed in his ear, "I-I forgive you - fuck - I forgive you, my love. Don't leave me," you whimpered, "and I forgive you."

"What side do you remain?"

You whined, "Yours, yours, my husband, I remain on your side, Commander."

"And will you obey your Commander?"

"Until the end," you nodded, his lips finally findings yours. A sharp whimper ripped from your lungs as Elrond retracted his hips, thrusting into you at his own set, even pace; lips messily sliding against each other from tongues and spit. "You were gone too long," you managed to whisper.

"We won't be apart that long again," he grit, grunting as he held your thigh in a bruising-grip, "I swear it - "

"You can't - "

"I swear it," he gnashed your bottom lip between his teeth, making you gasp in pain and shock before moaning when he suckled at the mark. Softly, he released your lips, whispering, "I promise, we won't be. We go together from now on."

Nenya dangled between you, tracing around your chest from his aggressive thrusting; you agreeing with a nod, "Together."

"Now," Elrond grunted, "'M not gonna last, pet, gonna need you t'cum with me - together."

"Yes, Commander," you moaned, seeing the way his eyes fluttered; cheeks, neck, and ears blushing bright as his orgasm mounted, trying in vain to hold back. Seeing the almost involuntary reaction your words caused, your hand found Elrond's cheek and directed his eyes to yours, encouraging, "I'm so close, Commander, you make me feel so good, so full, it's been so long - too long! I'm right there, my love, my Commander, please - "

"Ah," Elrond hissed through his teeth, "yes, love, I'm there, too; right there, right there - "

"Cum in me... That's a command, Commander," you demanded in his ear, and it was all that was wrote. Elrond bucked wildly his last few thrusts, pinning you to the mattress; your own orgasm triggered by the flooding of warmth filling your too-empty womb.

"O-Oh," he stuttered, humping into you in languid thrusts before slowing to a shivering halt. You watched Elrond try to regulate his breathing, wrapping your arms around him in an instant to bring him in close; resting him on your chest while your one arm wrapped around him, the other threading into his curls. "I love you," he whispered into your flesh.

"I love you, too," you affirmed. Then, while toying with the sweat-curled ringlets of his hair, you mused softly, "You need a cut."

"You told me for years to grow it out, now you want me to cut it?"

"No, I don't want you to; I just know, you prefer a cleaner crop."

"I've... Grown fond of the look."

You smirked, "That is relieving to hear."

Elrond sighed and slowly lifted off you; only enough to help maneuver you so he didn't have to pullout of your cunt but could still hold you as the big spoon. "So... Prince Durin, is it?" He asked in your ear.

You smirked, "Why not? He is a friend, his father wields a Ring of Power... He would more incentive to help than others. And the Dwarves are formidable in battle, it could help turn the tides, by uniting the Free Peoples of Middle-earth. Elf, Dwarf, Man..."

"What alliance of Men would - "

"We do not speak of Men, we speak of Prince Durin," you reminded him; his face nuzzling into your neck. "I think you should go in person. To plead the severity of our situation, how dire the need for aid is. To convey our desperation."

"The High King - "

"Leave him to me," you insisted, holding his arms around you. "I know we just agreed to not part ways, but you need to parlay with Prince Durin and I will keep Gil-galad at bay. When Durin agrees to march to our aid in Eregion, we march our remaining forces against Adar and meet the Dwarves on the field."

"It sounds good..."

"But?"

"Is it possible?"

"We will have to work in tandem, but I would assume the King would not argue asking for aid. I'll inform him of your departure and intention after you've left."

His arms tightened, "We can speak of it more later. I just want to feel you in my arms - it's been too long."

"You will hear no such complaints from me."

After a moment, where you both spent it resettling and nuzzling into the peaceful silence, Elrond asked, "Do you... Do you think one of the company managed to find and grab my cloak?"

In amusement, you replied, "Oh, I'm sure."

"And that Tinnie would have it?"

"Knowing her, by now, surely," you mused, reaching up to pet his cheek; requesting, "now, I have gone too long without the feeling of you beside me and wish to rest."

"As you command, my love."

requesting rules and masterlist

TROP masterlist

[bamsywrites]

And Comes Dawn pt ii

pairing: halbrand/sauron x reader; there will be two love triangles in the future

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: In all beings, there exists darkness. when the deciver finds one who seems to defy this, he becomes obsessed with finding it within her. and if he can't find it, he will ruin her himself.

Tag: dark romance, slow burn, sauron is Stressed™️ , sauron is so horny he contemplates murder, minor sex mention, idk what else to tag or warn

Notes: 24 hours later I already have part 2 done. I was going to have up until galadriel joins the raft for part 2 but I have a lot of ideas so I'm splitting them up. I am also stretching the time during season 1, like instead of being a couple months it's gonna be about a year because it's my fic and I can do that. Saurons pov is all over the place bc he is all over the place and yeah. Feed back always welcome and lemme know if you wanna be tagged. Oh and everything was still done on my phone so sorry if it's weird.

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It was all a blur for you. You were woken from sleep by the creature attacking the ship and in the flurry of rushing water, screams, and the sound of breaking wood. You had found a pair of arms around your waist. You held your breath and clamped your eyes shut, if you were to die you didn't want your last memory on this Earth to be of the ship's wreckage and the corpses of your traveling companions floating under the water. These fears disappeared as you broke to the surface of the sea with the arms around your waist still holding you securely. You gasped and filled your lungs with air, wet hair obstructing your view, but you could see the familiar face of your savior.

“Halbrand?” You coughed.

He hummed a response, and you could feel the sound reverberate in his chest. It was comforting, the feeling of his strong arms and solid chest. Despite the cold of the waters, his body was abnormally warm, and you found yourself pressing into him for more of that heat.

“There's a raft not far. I think there's another survivor or two aboard it.” He spoke, securing one arm tightly around your body as he used his other to move through the water.

You squinted and could see what you suspected to be the raft he spoke of, but it was rather far for him to swim carrying you “I can swim. I do not wish you to have to carry me all that way through the water.”

“No,” he responded firmly. “There is some terrible beast who just destroyed our ship. I will not allow you to go out on your own in the water.”

“But then we could both die if it finds us.”

Halbrand looked down at you, looking into your eyes as he spoke. “In that case, my conscience will be clear because I will be dead. I can already see the arguments forming on your tongue, and the answer is still no.”

He gave you a pointed look at which you nodded, “Thank you. Now hold on, sweet one.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist, closing your eyes. This has been quite the journey for you. You missed home, but you longed for a new start, a new place where your family's reputation didn't loom over you, and you weren't regarded with suspicion at every turn. You couldn't allow yourself to think this was it, that you'd die like this at the sea. You'd been through too much.

You didn't know if it had been 15 minutes or 3 hours when you heard a voice call out your name from the raft, the woman who'd slept across from you. You had only introduced yourselves and not talked much at all, but it was still a familiar voice.

“Here, help her up,” Halbrand called to one of the men as he hoisted you as best he could on to the raft. “There you go, sweet one.”

You pulled yourself up on the raft, and almost instantly, you found yourself falling asleep on the wood. Exhaustion took you after the adrenaline drop of finally being out of the water. You were swept into sleeps embrace as the sun began to peak over the horizon.

~

You awoke, rubbing the sleep out from your eyes and looking around you. The horrors of that night replayed in your mind, but then you remembered Halbrand. You sat up and noticed that the raft was considerably larger, different pieces of driftwood tied together, and makeshift sails set up. There were also more survivors than last night, but it was a considerably small amount. Your eyes roamed the passengers, but you couldn't find the one you sought.

“Your awareness of your surroundings is incredibly lacking.”

You startled at the sound of his deep voice, causing him to chuckle. He had been lying down and sat up as you turned to look at him. “Glad you woke, sweet one. If you'd slept much longer, I'm sure they'd try to add you to our rations.”

“There's rations?” You asked eagerly, unable to ignore the emptiness in your belly.

Halbrand nodded, “There is. He”- he motioned to an older man on the other side of the raft - “didn't want to give you any because you were sleeping, but I was able to do some convincing.” He handed you a chunk of bread and a small portion of dried meat.

You gave him your thanks, and as you grabbed it, you noticed his knuckles were bloodied. A quick glance at the old man, who you now noticed was sporting a bruise and a few cuts under his eye, gave you the answers you needed.

“Tell me you didn't strike an old man for this?”

He sighed, rolling his eyes and pushing the bread and meat further into your chest. “If I tell you he fell upon my fist, will you eat it? How I came about this matters not. What matters is you will not last if you do not eat.”

You sighed, feeling guilty but taking a bit nonetheless. The feeling of the bread and dried meat hitting your barren stomach was enough to make you moan softly. Halbrand chuckled, watching you and leaning against one of the makeshift masts.

“Thank you. For the food and for saving me. I don't know how to express my gratitude for all you've done for me,” you swallowed and wet your lips. “Though I must admit I'm greatly confused as to why.”

You looked over at him, brow furrowed as you awaited an answer.

“Because you are fair of face. I can not imagine the despair I'd fall into if I was stuck on a raft with nothing but them to look at,” he motioned to other inhabitants, “it would be quite bleak indeed.”

You couldn't help the blush that formed on the bridge of your nose and traveled across your cheeks. Despite this, you still shook your head. “There is no need to be rude or dishonest. I simply ask for the truth.”

“I admit that was rude, but it was anything but dishonest. You are beautiful, and I quite like looking at you,” his eyes noticed your blush, and it caused him to smirk - if only he knew of the butterflies forming in your stomach at his affirmation.

“Though,” he continued, “you are right. That is not the reason I saved you. It's only an added benefit. When I met you on the ship, there had been many that had complained that there was not enough notice. That I would deplete the rations and that they would have to recalculate everything. But you brought me extra soup, and it wasn't a small portion either. You brought it because you knew I had been on my own and assumed I'd been without food. You had no selfish intention. You were simply kind to a stranger because you felt it was the right thing to do. There is not enough of that in the world, and humanity can not bear to lose someone like you who is kind and good for no other purpose than that it is right.”

“Oh,” your voice was small, and your entire face burned bright red at his compliments.

“I would tell you more, but I'm afraid if I do, you may burst into flames.”

~

The waves rocked the raft gently, the previous night it had lulled you into a nice, deep sleep but there's only so much to do on a raft in the middle of nowhere and you had spent the majority of that time asleep. Your eyes watched the stars, feeling lucky that the sky was full of them and that the moon shone bright. The thought of endless darkness, especially knowing what was out there hunting in the ocean depths, was a terrifying thought. The sound of the others snores mixed with the sounds of the waves.

There was only one other who was still awake. Halbrand was busy tightening the ropes to secure the pieces of the raft together. You had noticed he did not sleep much. You had been on the raft for 3 nights and two days, and most of that time was spent with him. Though there wasn't much conversation, you seemed to be the only one on the raft he wasn't annoyed with. You caught him looking at you at times, which made you think he really did mean what he said on that first day.

“Still looking for hope in the stars, sweet one?” Halbrand teased with a smirk as he walked to where she sat and sat down next to her so close that their legs touched.

“Have you forgotten my name? You seem to only refer to me as ‘sweet one’.” You asked, tearing your eyes from the stars to look at him.

He rolled his eyes, your name rolling from his tongue. “Do you not like my nickname?”

“It is fine. I was just curious, and I wasn't quite sure why.” You looked up at him as you awaited his answer.

“Because you're sweet. Hence, sweet one.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “You're quite the flirt, Halbrand.”

“Only with you, sweet one.” He playfully pushed his shoulder into yours, and he sat there with you, looking up at the stars.

You enjoyed the moment. The heat from his body and the solid feeling of him next to you brought contentment. You wondered if it was meaningless flirtations or if he could mean all of it. You pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind. You were stranded on a raft in the middle of the ocean. Any romantic feelings you may be growing for him were unimportant in the face of that fact.

You looked over at him, and your eyes trailed down to the relic that hung from his neck. You'd noticed it before but had never thought to ask about it. Your fingers gently reached for it so you could get a better look.

“What is this?” You tilted your head, holding it in your palm.

“Have you seen it before?” His voice was soft, but his brown eyes watched your face intently.

You shook your head in answer.

“It's the heraldry of my family. I only asked if you'd seen it because it has been almost an age since we used it. I can't imagine any family in the Southlands has used heraldry in some time.”

You turned it over in your palm, examining it further. “Why do you carry it?”

He wet his lips, gently taking it from your fingers and looking at it himself. “It's a reminder, a grim one, that our fates are never certain and that fortune can change for anyone. We've seen that here,” he motioned around them.

“Is it a grim reminder? I find it quite hopeful. No matter what, nothing is certain, and nothing lasts forever. There may be evil, and there may be terribly dark times, but those times do not last forever. There is also good. Also times of wonder and prosperity.”

He laughed, smiling as he looked at you. “Of course, that is what you would say. Ever the light and so full of hope.”

~

It was not long after this that you had fallen asleep. He still sat next to you awake as ever. His mind reeling and racing with millions of thoughts, the conflict within him felt as though it would rip right through him. He wanted control and order. It was the only way in which this world could know peace. He also wanted revenge on Adar, on the orcs who attempted to kill him.

But he remembered Morgoth. He remembered his former master and the chase for power that ended in his utter destruction. Even before then, Morgoth had become enslaved to the power he held and the power he craved. That was a fate that Sauron did not wish to share. He did not want to lose control for the sake of power, but he would never be quenched without having power. He could not have both.

Then there was you. He had not expected you, and he was finding himself enthralled with you. He could not understand you or the effect you had on him. A human, of all creatures, making him question all he knew to be true. He had not lusted for the pleasures of the flesh in thousands upon thousands of years and it was never for a human but when your eyes gazed up at him through your lashes or when he saw the smile stretch across your lips and the dimples that followed, it made it impossible not to imagine how those same eyes would look gazing up at him as you kneel at his feet or how those lips would look parted in ecstasy. His thoughts were plagued with the idea of taking you, tasting you, and utterly corrupting you.

It was all incredibly inconvenient.

This wasn't part of the plan and if it was just lust that plagued him, perhaps he could drown you and be done with it but the infatuation with understanding you and your motives and how you became this way stopped his hand. And the damn warmth that radiated from you that reminded him of the home he could never return to. With you curled into his side, he could close his eyes and imagine a time before he was corrupted. It made him wonder if he truly was past all redemption.

When those thoughts dared make themselves known, he'd imagine you looking up at him with tears streaming down your cheeks and his cock shoved down your throat.

His eyes drifted toward the water. It wouldn't be hard. He's so much stronger than you. He could handle any resistance as he pushed you under the waves, and then his mind would be free of those thoughts. But then he looked at you, and a million unanswered questions filled his mind. He knew if he killed you, they would remain unanswered and would plague him forever.

He cursed under his breath and watched as you slept. The choir of a million thoughts did not stop, and he briefly wondered if you would be his undoing.

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[staygoldsquatchling02]

Anyone else blocking smut tags? Like I'm fine with it and if my likes were public on here you'd see a lot of it, but I'm just tired of it. Like every fic I scroll by these days is smutty in some way. Gone are the days where you really had to dig to find a smut in a sea of fluff because now it's the opposite. I know tons of people say this but seriously more people need to write fluffy or angsty fics and take a break from the smut. Please

[wordbunch]

friends to lovers [Isildur] (pt. 1)

a/n: idk why so many of you are sleeping on this chaotic boi but i am here to start waking you up!!! DING DONG IT'S baby isil time besties!!! some fluffy hc's i have about him, by yours truly 😘 hope at least someone likes it and shares the love 💌

ft. my beloved @lady-of-imladris reading me to filth😂💛

honestly sometimes he is a tough nut to crack because he is Still Figuring Out many things, but his intentions are good

pure of heart dumb of ass

if he has a passing crush on someone, he will be confident and flirty and not care much

however, if he is reeeeally into you, he will be a stammering clumsy mess of a human

luckily for him, you clocked that and you find it endearing!

however i think he's an absolutely perfect candidate for lifelong friends to lovers story

you start catching on when you realize he is just magically wherever you are

sure, you used to spend time together before as well, but suddenly he seems to be following you like your shadow (not in a creepy way, more like following you like a stray puppy way)

at first you're a little suspicious and then you're just like okay, guess this is my life now

of course he could have other places to be but... he just likes being near you

you get him and you don't criticize him for every other minor thing and you give him simultaneously a feeling of complete freedom and perfect safety

also he became a bit more touchy feely with you, more inclined to give you a (long) hug, have a hand on your back, around your shoulders in a public setting and such

and you certainly grew to enjoy it - it was part comfort of a familiar presence, part excitement at such genuine, unapologetic close contact

after being friends who mostly got up to no good for years, or saved each other from numerous troubles, you started getting occasional glimpses into his deeper inner world

mostly during evenings by a fire or by the ocean when the only sounds are wind in the trees and lapping waves

every now and then Isildur would just let something slip, something intimate, something that had been unknown to you

accidentally or not, you weren't sure, but you enjoyed being his safe space, and you didn't push him to confess anything

okay when you sensed he was holding something in, wanting to keep up his fun-and-unbothered persona, you would prod a tiny bit, and he can't deny you for too long

that is how one night you found out that he feels guilty for his mom's death and unworthy of the sacrifice

you were alone after a group hangout on the beach; it was just the two of you sitting knee to knee under the starry sky, and undoubtedly those settings often lead to deep conversations

you held back a gasp when your eyes met his watery ones

hesitantly, but warmly, you cradled his face in your hands and moved his hair away from his eyes

he was looking at you like he was scared of being judged and cast aside

but you would never

"isil" (it was his weakness when you gave him a nickname) "you were worthy of being saved. and she would be proud of you today. please, don't ever think otherwise."

he scanned your face as if for signs of you being sarcastic or silly. you were not.

you just pulled him close and he all but wrapped himself around you, your hands in his hair and his face in the crook of your neck (you were uncertain whether he was crying but you strongly suspected it); you muttered words of comfort into his wavy hair as the fire crackled in front of you

(PT 2 SOON)

[septimaseverinawannawrite]

With Talk of Summertime

Fandom : Prime's The Rings of Power

Type : One Shot

Pairing: TROP!Elrond x Wife! Reader

Summaries: It's not easy to cope after slaining the Orcs, even a few decades ago. But, luckily, Elrond is there for you.

Content : Fluff. Established Relationship.

Warning: Angst. Depiction of mental health (PTSD). Depiction of gore. Hurt/Comfort. My first English poem it's silly please forgive me. My hypothetical Sindarin. My English (is my second language). Using of Y/N.

Rate: T+

Word: 1,810

A/N: This is my affection to TROP!Elrond. He is adorable, wise and nerdbrave, it hurts. 🥺🥺🥺. By the way...feel free to correct any mistake!

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You thought they would not disturb you anymore and any further.

But you were totally and completely wrong after all, what had you just seen and experienced them in your own sleep – dream.

And why did they wrong you now? Especially this time of the year, when you were supposed to be joyous and pleased with one-week long celebration; all days, all nights.

You had woken up when most of musicians, bards and poets – who had stayed up since the previous evening – were retreating to their quarters, sparred just undertone notes and tunes lingering in the air. Climbing out of the bed, hobbled out of the room to the door that led to a balcony, and you sat down on cold hard floor.

You stared outward, through the gaps between trees, leaves, and monuments, wanderingly and aimlessly: sat still right there without moving; even chill and frigid breeze from western wind that numbed on your exposed skins could not irritate you.

And you could barely breathe. Right here. Right now.

Little had you known was the moment you pulling a blanket out and moving away from the bed; your husband, the High King Gil-Galad’s Herald, Elrond Peredhel was returning back to the quarter – perfect timing. Since he must stay for the basis of courtesy and rank, until honourable guesses and the High King dismissing, while you had retreated earlier than him, when one noble elf from Eregion mentioning about recent irregularity nearby his house.

That was not supposed to aggravate you, as you ignored that tale.   

In spite of murksome bedchamber, Elrond sensed, no, saw you sitting on a cold floor in a mere thin and lucent nightgown. Dim light from candles outside the bed chamber cast hued shadow behind where you were; stiffen straight manner became crooking, knees closed up to a chin, both arms hugged both legs tightly – trying to protect yourself from what had lurked in your mind.

He removed the brooch and pin that hold his cloaked together and a leather belt of his sword, hung them on cloth-pole next to the vanity, before approaching you in quiet manner – afraid that he would panic you more than this presence.     

‘No, I am not really there, where the darkness and those abominably twisted creatures are; I am home, I am under the light of the Great Tree, bright cloudless sky with my beloved’

Closing your eyes, tears ran down along your cheeks, you started muttering the phrase, the reminder that kept you staying sane, quietly.

‘No, I am not really there, where the darkness and those abominably twisted creatures are; I am home, I am under the light of the Great Tree, bright cloudless sky with my beloved’

And kept breathing; breathed in the fresh air of this pleasant night, breathed out while continued the litany repetitively:

‘…No, I am not really there, I am home…No. I. Am Not. Really There…’

All indistinct pictures, even sounds and chilliness from earlier began to prevail, more and more distinctively. You shook your head, orally reciting them.

“I am under the light of the Great Tree…I am home…I am under the bright cloudless sky…”

Nevertheless, those visions and sound completed themselves right in your imagination, as if it was pulling you back in time:

Sword and daggers in your hands slew those abominable and twisted creatures – the Orcs – with rapid and sharp blows. Dark liquid splashed across your face, as the darkness crept around you…until you could not see anything but protruding eyeballs.

“…I am under the light…”

You whimpered, murmured, then started sobbing. The four sides of bedchamber’s wall squeezed you, both physically and mentally; the hitching breath, at the very first of this struggle, gradually became chokes and smothering.    

Seemed as likewise as the weir breaking out; pool of tears in your eyes’ sockets rapidly fell down along your cold cheeks, fisting the material of your nightgown tightly, you shook harder.

“No…I…I…I…” You tried reciting those words, even if they were almost smothering, “I am…I…am…I am under the br—”

Perilous completely blurred before your senses and your mind. Darkness and death, finally, overwhelmed and defeat the light that you persisting to seize with whole of your own body; they were impeding you from the smooth and soft voice ringing behind you, totally deafness.

“No! Silence! Stop…Please…Please don’t…”

Sniveling, cried and screeched like maniac, you pushed and teared a pair of big, yet soft hands which holding your shoulder and forearm.

“Y/N…”

“Let me go!”

“Y/N!”

“Hands off!” 

You shouted, wriggled and screamed in high pitch. Over and over. Again, and again. Gripping and tightened your skirt tighter, almost tore it down.

“Elen Nîn!”   

Then you heard the words; meant for only your ears, just yours alone. The voice that seems far and distance away gradually became clarifying. You woke. coming back to sense; not all, those illusion faded out, replacing by gentle and familiar face.

“I’m here…” Elrond had sat beside you, whispered softly, “I’m here with you, Y/N.”

“Meleth Nîn?”

Raspy voice slipped out from your quivering mouth, your eyes got wider, before blinking twice; dispelling wetness away.

“You’re safe now, my star. Those dreadful and horrific deeds are long gone, out of reach and far away.”

“But I see them…Grotesque, ghastful and—”

“Shh...Forget those monstrous terror, Elen Nîn. They can neither hurt nor haunt you now.

“Elrond…”

You still sobbed and whimpered; trying to take control over your own body again, nevertheless, tears kept traveling its path. All you could do now was closing your eyes.

Elrond tenderly pull the back of your head close to his forehead. He cradled your cheek, wrapped his other arm around your body like a blanket, murmured and solacing you:

“…Of what and where darker than darkness dwelt, with the grace of Elebereth; O luminous and light expand from her shining hands, over the sunless and moonless land – million sparkles through velvet sky, they fly…”

It was his own poem. The poem he wrote you after he confessed his heart out to you, and proceeded courting you, about two decades ago, but it never ceased to please your ears.

Meanwhile continued reciting fine proses and proses, he lifted you up, straight to the bed, before laying you down on soft and feathery mattress.

“Weep no more, my star.”

He lolloped beside you. An arm reached behind to hold you in his arm until his curls touching your skin, another one – caressing your hair – trail down your temple, nose, cheek, ear and chin.

Though looked up, meeting his orbs with yours; puffed red pair; pale face; messy hair and bruised fingernail marks upon your forearms, Elrond still reckoned that you were captivating him.

He smiled down at you, sealed your forehead with his plushy lips, continuing his verses:       

“For the time passes by, Kementari ploughs and pries, for tall trees and pines sprout sowing… In blooming, summer arriving, brightening every evening like eternal.”

You felt warmness of the world again, eventually. His gentle tone in his delicate and mild voice soothed your utmost core; you stopped shaking and shivering, breathing was much slower and more even, pursing lips unraveled into relax form, altogether with your feet.

“Darkness and winter but just the endless season on earth, my dearest.”

In Elrond’s embrace, you snuggled up to his chest, as you listened to the smooth rhythm of his heartbeats; they calmed your cadence down until it was grown closing to state of normal. Henceforth, you prolonged this one of his masterpieces. Your sound was less quiver – steadier:

“After the frozen and withered, as Tilion’s journey on the heaven above at endings of Springtime, and Anarien’s ascendant from the most eastern horizon beyond the sea; Summertime has begun…”

“…Summertime has begun…Yes…The Golden Leaves, and thin delicate Daisies to big Bignonias, shall wave countless shining gleaming colours onto greenery floor.”

He repeated the phrase, nodded leisurely to affirm your words. Both of you smiling to each other, giggling a little. 

For Elrond; your tears had ceased, beginning to dry and fading away under the light outside which passing through bedchamber – glittering like the million diamonds and plain golds around.

For you; Elrond’s face and expression were beautiful and much more softening, as always, when those haunted memories struck before getting the best out of you. His gentle touches and kindness brought the light – your eternal Sun – within you back again.

“Other glore to bloom, to blossom here and there.”

You sighed with delightful and pure bliss nearby.

“When you write the High King speeches under the Beech, I shall adorn you with orange’s blossom crown.”

“Then I shall write you more songs and poems, so we are going to be exceedingly indulging ourselves, under the golden light; tasting all sweet and sour berries, dancing and singing until we fatigue, and so, looking above the ocean of stars and listening to the sound of seagulls and the streams.”

“Elsewise, just jump into the streams and swimming with lovely creatures wherein they reside…” You purred, enchantingly, as he kept stroking your hair and brushing your face with delicate in every touch of his fingers “But you, no need to deliberate me about how they arriving this world, promise me?”

Elrond chuckled amusingly tinting with a little bit nervous. You knew the redness and hotness had been creeping along his face to his ears and neck already.   

“Don’t you treasure my attainment at all, Elen Nîn?”

“Oh…I do always more than treasure your intellect, Meleth Nîn, no doubt…”

You, at this moment were happier now, bent your husband head down, giving a long, but chaste and loving kiss upon his mouth, and could sense his wide smile spreading on your lips.

“Gi melin, i-galad e-guil nîn.”

You breathed, of course, unruffled now, playing with his curls on your face.

“No, Gi melin rovaer.”

He kissed back, shifting his weight down from your body, yet hovering those lips over yours.

“Should I trust the man who prepares and arranges words into numerous soul-propelling speeches?”

“Believe me, you would not let me roam this world without you forever, since your smile captivating me from that day, if you have never trusted me until this minute.”

“You wordsmith!” Merrily laughing out louder than earlier, you push him to his side. “Go get change, Meleth Nîn, or I would not let you lay on the same bed to me!”

Elrond stole one more kiss on your nose, warm and joyful grin still plastered on his face, before turned away and taking his outer robe off – again, turned toward, lounged on the bed, leaned in, and pecking your chin.

“Please bid me into your mesmeric dream…”

The consciousness that remained in you humming quietly to his appeal. Seem like the Valar heard his desire, so they blessed; you and your beloved now and forever did meet each other in same visions.

[thondirelfoflindon]

Surely, it is lost to the ages now. Whatever happened here was long ago.

[newtthetranswriter]

I need input on this idea

Ok so here is my idea. I have seen people write about different disabilities and I think it's a wonderful thing to do. It helps people with them feel more included and seen in fandom. I mention this because I want to write an x reader for one of my disabilities that often gets over looked as a disability. I have a lisp and I also stutter and stammer some times. For the most part people can't tell I have these problems because I went through speech therapy for most of elementary school and so I can kind of stop it but when I get overstimulated or excited I slip up and it can be hard to understand what I'm trying say.

My idea is writing a piece where the Reader has a speech impediment like mine and is self conscious of it. Doing things like staying quite when their excited, or slowing down the way they talk so they can enunciate words correctly. All of this of course is a result of past experiences with bullies and even family members making fun of how they talk. And which ever character reassuring them that there is nothing wrong with the way they talk and don't have to try so hard to hid such a key part of who they are or even offering to help them out with keeping up with there speech therapy exersises if thats what reader wants.

(i don't know which way I want it to go yet)

The input I need is who to write this with. I'm not sure which character to write this with so I figured I'd give some choices and hopefully y'all could help me pick.

(I am open to suggestions for other characters as long as they are on my will write for list)

(dividers by cafekitsune)

[ali-r3n]

Anytime

Halbrand x Elf!Reader

Hints of possible assault and fighting

{The Picture is not a representation of Y/N's appearance, just the way I pictured what she wore}

While walking through the streets of Numenor, Y/N was ambushed by a group of three men. A man trapped her in his arms with his hand over her mouth to muffle her. She held his wrist and stared wide eyed at his accomplice who stood in front of her. 

“Ain’t she a beaut,” he sneered. His eyes roamed her body with a wicked gleam in them. 

She felt exposed and shivered in disgust. 

She flinched away when he ran his finger down her cheek and tucked her hair behind her pointy ear. 

“Now, now. None of that.” 

Y/N pleaded with his eyes when he pulled out a dagger. Her stomach twisted in fear and she tensed as he dragged the blade down her cheek. 

“You won’t fight us, Elf. It would be a shame to mark up that pretty face.” 

She closed her eyes and waited for it to be over, praying that it would be quickly. 

“Now what do we have here?” 

Y/N and her captors looked over at the entrance to the alley where Halbrand walked down. 

“Stay out of this, Low Man. This doesn’t concern you.” 

Halbrand’s jaw clenched and leveled the Man with a dark gaze. The Man took a step back. 

“Do us both a favor and let her go,” he said. 

“And what are you going to - AH!” 

Y/N kicked out and hit her captor in the groin. He grabbed himself and doubled over with a groan. She tossed her head back and broke the nose of the man who held her with a sickening crunch. He fell back with a cry. The third man stood no chance and was also quickly on the floor in pain. 

“Thanks for the distraction,” she stated. 

Halbrand crossed his arms over his chest and shrugged. “Anytime.” 

“Pointy Eared Bitch!” The First Man exclaimed and lunged at Y/N to attack her. 

His wrist was seized by Halbrand and he was pulled away from her.  

“You should’ve stayed down,” Halbrand stated, coldly. With a single twist, he snapped his wrist like a twig.  

He tossed the man to the side  as he wailed. Halbrand looked at Y/N like nothing had happened. 

“How about a drink?” 

She stared at him for a moment. “A drink sounds appealing.” 

She lifted up her skirt and stepped over her attacker who was curled up in a ball whimpering. 

“My Lady.” Halbrand gave her a bow before he followed her to the tavern.

[floatyflowers]

Part two of Dark! Sauron X Celebrimor's Daughter! Reader.

I really want to know about the baby and surely Sauron will bind her with some spell or something so that she doesn't give him away or do anything, Sauron is undoubtedly one of the characters with the most yandere potential.

Part 1

You kept your pregnancy hidden from your father, and it was an easy task as Celebrimbor is focusing all his attention on the rings.

And you stayed most of your days in your chambers surrounded by a few trusted servants who would keep your pregnancy a secret.

Of course, Sauron is the one who manipulated them to ensure you have a safe delivery.

The problem with pregnancy is that it is spiritually painful for an elf woman as it can last from one year up to 108 years, however you are not a full elleth.

You are half-human half-elf, meaning you will take only nine months to give birth, yet it's still a hard experience.

Your mother left you and your father after giving birth, she suffered severe depression.

Apparently, that's one of the reasons why Celebrimbor doesn't trust humans.

You, on the other hand, don't hate your mother for leaving, however, you want your child to grow up with you by their side.

Sauron, took advantage of your state and implanted happy visions in your mind of you, him, and the baby which is a daughter.

Annatar would come to your bed at the end of the day, only to place his hand on your growing bump, feeling satisfaction that his plan is going well.

But deep down, you knew that it was him trying to manipulate you.

However, it brought you a great sense of comfort even if you despised your baby's father.

It's quite unfortunate that your water broke when the orcs decided to attack your land, Eregion.

"Where is my father, Annatar?" you demanded, refusing to give birth in such horrible circumstances.

"Focus on birthing our daughter, and don't worry yourself, my dear"

Sensing your panic, Sauron begins muttering a few words, using magic to calm you down.

However, instead, you block him out and begin weeping.

You would rather you and your child die then face the horrid war.

"I need to speak with my father, now!" you exclaim, holding your stomach in pain.

Sauron decided on invading your mind to order you, using his deep frightening voice.

His true nature has finally shown itself, and it's too scary for you to disobey or even rebel against.

All you could see in your mind is a figure made of fire, speaking to you.

"If our child does not survive, I will ensure that your father and everyone you know face suffering. Tell me, is that a fate you desire for them, my pet?"

The servants watch in confusion as you shake your head at Annatar before starting to push.

"When I return, I expect to see you holding our daughter"

And like that, Sauron takes his leave to see to Adar's army.

Part 3

[queers-gambit]

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

[bamsywrites]

And Comes Dawn Masterlist

Pairings: sauron/halbrand x reader , sauron/halbrand x galadriel, Isildur x reader

Tags: Specifics are mentioned before each part. Angst, fluff, pining, opposites attract, ?????? to lovers, love triangles, sauron being sauron

Summary: In all beings, there exists darkness. when the deciver finds one who seems to defy this, he becomes obsessed with finding it within her. and if he can't find it, he will ruin her himself.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Shittposting Tag

Part 7

Part 8

Sauron x Reader playlist

Isildur x Reader playlist

[local-fanfic-addict]

The Sea is Always Right

Elendil x Fem!Reader

Beauty and the Beast AU

Notes:  Romance, No Songs, Themes of Manipulation, Violence, Unwanted Romantic Advances, Depictions of Blood, Loose Plot, and Heavy Canon Divergence (Canon? Who’s she?.) Seriously, there's like… no RoP canon here. It’s almost all freeform. (It’s so I can add in references.)

Soooooo... Eight months. Let's just say my life got immensely busy, and is likely to get busier... I should be a bit better now, and working on some form of schedule, but I can't promise it'll be quick. I just got over some huge writer's block and burn out.

{Chapter Three}

Your daily walk into the town was uneventful as you waited for Celebrimbor to return later that evening as he said he would. The sky was gray, only small rays of sunlight breaking through over the sea as you crossed the bridge that connected your land with the open space that belonged to the village. It was definitely one of those days that signals rain for later, but you didn’t mind. It meant you could curl up with a good book and some hot tea and watch as it fell from above. 

Rain was soothing in your mind, a chance for growth to come from it, new life and small bugs and oh the smell. The smell of fresh rainfall was something you treasured dearly, your father being one to take you out afterwards and let you run to your heart's content, always coming back muddy and wet from jumping in puddles but he couldn’t care less as long as it made you happy.

So you walked one foot after the other, happy to dwell on your thoughts as you approached the marketplace, only a few people walking around you, no doubt grabbing one last thing before the sky opened its arms to let the water fall. Many of the open stands were already closed, the eery crack of thunder ringing in the far off distance. 

As you started to converse with one of the shopkeepers, looking to purchase some new tea for your aforementioned rain watching, you could hear raised voices from one of the shops closest to you. It was tempting to try and see what was happening, but you knew people in this village were nosy enough without you needing to add to their ranks, so you turned back to browse the tea selections; you continued until the raised voices became shouts and curses, then you heard the sound of glass shattering and could ignore it no longer, setting a quick pace towards the apothecary and the stand that stood before it. 

What you set your eyes on immediately ignited a flame in your chest, for three men stood above the crumpled form of an Elven figure, a crate full of herbs and now broken bottles lay beside him, and you could see he was injured; the crimson color leaking from his hands where he had fallen onto his crushed wares upon the steps of the apothecary. 

As he lifted his head, you could put a name to the pained expression on his face. Thondir, an Elven herbalist who you had met a few times on the road going to and from the village. He didn’t live close by, but since this was the closest village for a good long while, he came every so often to sell elixirs and herbs. He was a sweet boy, you thought, and undeserving of such treatment. 

The men were jeering at him as you advanced, and one placed a quick kick to his side as he was staggering to rise, only sending him back down with a crunch of glass and groan. 

“Hey!” The words left your lips in a scream, furious you elbowed your way through the three men and placed yourself between them and Thondir, gently helping him to his feet as he fought to hold onto a shred of his dignity despite the blood falling from his hands and the bruising that was no doubt blooming onto his ribs. 

“Have you nothing better to do with your sorry lives? How dare you treat another person with such contempt, what has he done to warrant such violent behavior?” You stood as a shield between the Elf and the Men, face red hot with anger as you spoke.

The one who seemed to be the instigator, the one who had kicked Throndir, stepped closer to you, aiming to intimidate you though you stood your ground.

“Why do you care so much, woman, Hm? Because your bastard of a father is an elf? This freak is putting my brother out of business because of whatever witchcraft he sells. You would defend him while he destroys my family’s livelihood?” The man growled, and you could see now the two other men who stood with him. The owners of the apothecary on who’s steps you stood. Typical. 

With a fighting glint in your eye you grinned, mocking and mischievous. “Well maybe if your brother was anywhere decent with healing remedies he wouldn’t be so threatened by the competition. But he’s not, so clearly you feel like sabotage is a good moral to have on your compass.” 

“Why you little-“ The man grabbed the front of your shirt and cloak, pushing you against the store wall behind you, effectively trapping you there. The force threw your head back against the wall and you knew you would have some kind of headache tomorrow. With a methodical motion, he drew a knife from inside his coat, gleaming steel with a bronze hilt. He held it to your throat and all you could do was let out a shuddering breath and wait for the feeling of cold steel slicing your skin, Thondir injured and unable to help against the two men who saw it fit to restrain him.

 Only lucky for you the final motion never came. Instead you heard the sound of a sword being unsheathed and saw its blade being placed against the man’s neck. 

“Now what’s this here? Three stupid brutes against a woman and an injured elf? That is highly unfair I’d say. Why don’t you let the girl down before my sword makes its home in your head.”

The feelings that swarmed within you were some of the most conflicting you’d ever felt, though you supposed that Halbrand showing up to your aid was rather confusing in its own way. You hated the man, but here he was, sword pressed into the neck of your attacker with one arm firm to his back and a fire in his eyes like you’d never seen before. 

“Thondir too, you sorry excuses of men.”

He waved his sword toward the brother and his associate, who promptly did as they were told. 

“Cowards!” The man holding you slowly but surely released you, his slow motions merely a facade as he quickly placed an elbow into Halbrands ribs, turning with knife in hand towards the swordsman and making a wild slashing motion in an attempt to stave off whatever injuries he thought he would receive. 

Halbrand grunted, bringing his arm up to protect his face before catching the man’s knife hand with his own and smashing his head in with the hilt of his sword. The man crumbled like a sack of potatoes as you sat on the stone steps, trying to catch your breath from the whole ordeal. Once you knew the man was alive by the steady rise and fall of his chest, you turned to look at Thondir’s injuries with gentle hands. 

“I’ll be fine Miss (Y/N), my pride is more injured than my body if I am to be honest.” The Elf spoke with a shrug as you offered him your handkerchief for his hands. He looked undecided for a moment, but took it anyway, thankful for the gesture.

“And thank you, Halbrand.” He gave a respectful nod and carried on his way, not wanting any more humiliation for the day. 

This left only you and Halbrand, who sheathed his sword and offered you his hand. There was reluctance as you took it and he hauled you upwards and onto your feet with a hiss, thankfully letting go after that. You would have written off the hiss through his teeth as perhaps soreness or strain of some kind had your hand not come away covered with his blood. He was injured. 

“You’re injured.” You voiced your thoughts, looking at your hand before showing him. 

“Ah. Nothing too bad. I’ve definitely had worse, dear (Y/N).”

There was that word again. You didn’t like it, but you didn’t think he could help it. It might as well have been engraved into his vocabulary. With a sigh you gently grabbed his arm and pulled back his sleeve. He was right, the wound wasn’t as bad as you had thought, rather shallow, but bleeding profusely all the same, the red liquid dripping down his fingers and pooling at his feet. 

“Come on, there’s some herbal remedies at my cottage. A… repayment for tonight.” You chose your words carefully, not really wanting to thank him for rescuing you, but it also felt wrong to completely dismiss him, no matter how much you didn’t like him. 

“Ah, thank you.” Halbrand accepted the invitation and the two of you made your way back to the seaside cottage, the wind piercing through your clothes as those storm clouds were practically on top of the coast now. You could feel the start of the rain, tiny droplets landing on your face and hair as you made your way to the door. 

Starting a fire wasn’t hard, the forge was always ready to be lit and soon you had a decent amount of light and warmth as you grabbed the box of herbs and other healing materials your father kept in the house. 

These were not like the things the apothecary sold. No, these were elvish remedies, Celebrimbor having taught you the basics and then Thondir a bit more when he could. You took a cloth and dipped it in some water, gabbing a roll of bandages and a tiny jar of salve that desperately needed to be refilled. 

“That elf tonight, you knew his name.” Your words left like a half formed thought, not really implying anything, more of an observation of Halbrands character. 

“Yes, Thondir. I’ve met him before. I’d like to say I’m an Elf friend, just as you are.” Halbrand seemed unresponsive to the stinging of his wound being cleaned, his eyes locked onto the forge fire.

“I’ll be honest I didn’t think you cared so much.” Your voice was a whisper, realizing now what an accusation it was once you said it.

There was a huff that came from the man, a scoff as he shook his head lightly. 

“You never liked me anyways, though I can’t say why so I’ll ask. Why? It’s not wrong to help elves, that’s what I’m doing with your father. That's what you do with Arondir, how is it different?” 

This left you in stunned silence. He was right, at its core there was no difference. Had you been so blind this whole time? He had saved you, saved Thondir. 

“I- I’m sorry. No, you’re right, it’s not different.” Your fingers began to apply the salve on his open wound, eye contact would make you feel more embarrassed so you focused on his arm. 

“This feud between the races, it needs to end. I want to help it end.” His voice was quiet, gentle almost. His words were so confident, you believed them in a heartbeat. Had you two been so similar all this time?

Having applied the salve, you moved to bandage his arm, tying it together securely before making sure everything was in order. 

“Well…” You cleared your throat. “That’s that.” You moved to stand, Halbrand following, his eyes looking over your handiwork. 

“Thank you.” He said simply, a smile on his face that you couldn’t quite place. The two of you stood in silence that managed to grow slightly more uncomfortable with each passing second until Halbrand lowered his eyes, perhaps in embarrassment, you couldn’t tell. With a nod of his head he moved to leave, pulling his cloak over his head. “Until next time, (Y/N).” And with that he trudged out into the rain, leaving you to watch his form disappear into the dark of night. 

With a sigh you reached out to feel the rain fall, trying to compare notes in your head as to what had just happened tonight. You didn’t like Halbrand or Waldreg. There was something off about them, but you didn’t know what. But now Halbrand shared your opinions on Elves? Hadn’t he proven as much by saving you and Thondir from possible death tonight? 

Your thoughts were muddled, mixed emotions trying to root themselves into your subconscious. You needed sleep. You had just begun to shut the door when a blurry figure tore its way onto the beach, huge and looming, your first thought was some kind of monster until it whinnied. 

“Berek?!” You found yourself rushing out into the rain, leaving the open door forgotten as you looked for your father atop your horse's back until you realized he wasn’t there. Panic flooded your veins and you tightened your grip on the horses reins to calm him down and get him to focus on you as you spoke. 

“Berek, where is father? Where is he? Can you take me to him?” Berek was frantic, hooves refusing to stay still atop the sand as you shimmied your way onto his back, letting the horse have some control over your directional course before he sped off down the beach and into the forest, wind screaming in your ears and you hood refusing to stay on your head. 

Berek had some energy out of pure desperation, but once it was spent, you were in a part of the forest you didn’t recognize. It was unbearably cold, unusually so for summer rain; you could see your breath as you shuddered, white and frigid as you exhaled. The lump on the back of your head throbbed as you did so, the cold seeming to isolate it. 

Something was not right here. As you took one step after another, the trees seemed to cave in around you, slow and creaking like they meant to swallow you whole and never let you see the light of day. The road before you, however dark, seemed to stretch out as far as you could see; an endless strip that made you dizzy to look at. It was like the forest itself was fighting you. Magic forests were not unheard of, though incredibly rare. If you had stumbled into one, there was no guarantee you would ever get out again. Not without help of some kind.

As terrifying as the thought was, you focused on one thing: finding your father. Truly, that was the only thing on your mind, the only thing that mattered to you. And so you continued onward until you started to see the tiny flecks of snow that flew on the wind, pooling onto the pathway until it lay like a white sheet over the ground. 

You drew your cloak closer to yourself and continued onward against the bitter cold, thinking only of your father and whether he was alright. You willed him to be alright, to be safe. You prayed for it from the very depths of your soul, it consumed you until Berek’s sure footing led you to the iron gates of a dark Castle blanketed in snow and frost. What was something like this doing all the way out here? The lightning that struck behind the sky illuminated the sharp architecture of the structure, gothic in nature. It was beautiful in a dark and forbidding way, drawing you closer with curiosity. 

Shutting the gates with a creek that was quickly drowned out by the wind, you led Berek into an overhang by the front steps. The wind had somewhat died down since you had arrived, and you didn’t think he would be too uncomfortable if you were to leave him unattended for a bit. 

“I’ll be back, okay? Stay here.” You spoke in a hushed tone before ascending the stone staircase that led up to the door. 

With bated breath you tried the door handle, its brass figure of a sea serpent looked at you with eerie eyes, yet you were not swayed. You came here for answers and to find your father and you wouldn’t leave without them. With a deep inhale you steeled yourself and pushed against the door, hearing it creak open on its great hinges, sweeping snow into the marbled entryway as it followed your footsteps.

The echo sounded through the halls, followed by a quiet “Hello? Is anyone there?” As the door swung closed behind you, the wall sconces were lit, and a warm glow came from the hearth in the room adjacent to you. What magic was this? Had your father been here? You wandered further and further into the Castle, gentle footsteps echoing softly as you ascended the wide staircase that led up to the second floor. 

Despite its worn appearance, the whole place was still very ornate, filigree and complex designs crowding the space as overgrown plants dotted the hallway. Columns of stone and marble lined the walls, its golden accents long tarnished. 

There were far too many rooms to reasonably check, and the hallway seemed to stretch the longer you walked. It wasn’t until you reached another, smaller set of stairs, that you heard a faint noise from the top of them, the soft light of torch-fire illuminating your way up like a trail of breadcrumbs. Straining your ears, you waited silently to hear the noise again, it had sounded like an eerie sound of the castle until it reached your ears again: The shuffle of a body against stone and metal, its weight banging on what sounded like a steel door. 

Slowly, you climbed up the narrow stairs, bracing yourself for what you might see at the top. Unfortunately nothing could have prepared you for the sight of your father, his clothes a bit worse for wear, arms slung through the bars of his cold cell. 

“Father!” Your voice cried before you had a chance to even think about what you were doing. Your hurried footsteps scrambled up the remainder of the stone stairs, hands clawing at the bars of his cell like they would bend to your very whims. Celebrimbor looked at you almost like you were a dream standing before him, his face weary and helpless until he felt the warm flesh of your fingers grasp his face through the bars. 

“(Y/N)?” His voice was quiet, but instantly alert, now realizing that you were indeed standing before him and not some figment of his imagination.

“Yes, yes it’s me! Father are you alright?  How on earth did you end up here?!” The words rushed from your mouth in a panic, looking at the bars for any sort of weakness. 

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, I hardly believe it myself, dear…” His voice was still hushed, his eyes looking down the stairwell that you had come up from. “But that’s not important right now. Right now, you must leave! Leave before—“ 

He was abruptly caught off guard by something whisking past the both of you in the shadows, so quick and fierce that it blew out the already dwindling torch that sat bolted into the wall beside you, leaving only moonlight to illuminate the darkness. The gust ruffled your hair and clothing, bringing with it the smell of fur and hot breath muddled by a scent you knew all too well: Leather. Your heart leapt into your stomach at the sudden movement and you did all you could to stifle a cry of surprise and fear before a tall and shadowy figure stood opposite you further up the stairwell, only adding to its height . 

All you could hear was its heavy breathing, the rush of blood in your ears as you drew closer to your father. He was trembling as his hand held yours. 

“Why do you trespass here, girl?” He spoke, catching you even further off guard as you had expected him to just tear you limb from limb within a moment's notice and yet you were met with a question from a deep and imposing voice. Stealing yourself with a deep breath, you let go of your fathers hand to stand straight against the being, trying you best to show that you were not afraid despite that being the furthest thing from the truth at the moment. 

“I- I came because my father was missing. Here I find him locked away as a prisoner, how dare you? What has he done wrong that you would treat him like some common thief?” Although your voice was much more confident than you had thought it would be, words still stuck in your throat. 

A deep and guttural growl came from the creature and he took a step down the stairs, teeth bared as you could now see exactly what he was as he stepped into the moonlight. 

Tall and while somewhat slender, the ripple of muscle could be seen, powerful arms and shoulders that could rip someone apart with a single grasp hung lanky at his side, and his lizard-like hands sprouted the slender claws to match, fingers still appearing to be slightly human in nature. His face was angular and long, but unplaceable to any one animal, his brow was like that of a wolf, while his ears seemed more opossum shaped. Overall, he looked like a gargoyle of some kind, long fur sprouting from his head and neck like a mane while scales gathered along his hands and feet. He had a pair of deep set eyes of the clearest blue, the only normal thing about him, and the only thing you could bear to look at as you gasped. 

“Father? Your father was caught trespassing in a home that was not his own. Much like you are doing now.” The low, angry voice quieted only a little and you could hear the huff of breath exiting his lungs.

You struggled to even look at him, it only made speaking all the harder as a million questions ran through your mind. 

“Is- Is that a- a threat? W-Would you lock up an innocent daughter trying to find her only parent?” Your voice was close to a whisper now, words feeling thick as you stared straight into the creature's blue eyes with terror before your voice seemed to speak up for you. “I demand you let him go!” Your voice, while still quiet, was indeed demanding; almost like a dare, and you knew immediately that you had spoken without thinking. The creature snarled, akin to a dog of some kind, and you could tell he was considering the option. 

“You have no right to demand anything of me, Elf. Your kind deserves to rot in stone cells.” 

Of course. It was too dark for him to see that you were not elven, your hair was covering your perfectly human ears like a godsend as your mind now rushed to formulate some sort of plan to rescue your father. 

“Then— Then let me rot instead of my father… please.” You added on the last word with some hesitation, the ill formed plan in your head tacking itself together like a broken vase repaired by a child. The cloaked creature stilled for a moment, you could practically hear the gears turning in his head as his ears flattened before he made a move to close the gap between the two of you. 

“You understand, Elf, that this is a permanent arrangement. Would you really trade yourself for him?” His eyes narrowed and you could see the tip of his nostrils flare. 

“No, please! Let my daughter go, I beg of you.” Your father shoved against the bars of his cell, if only to gain his captor's attention. “Please, She is—!” 

“Yes. I’ll do it.” You practically yelled, effectively cutting off your fathers words. 

“Very well.” The creature moved swiftly to unlock the cell door as your father began to object and yanked your father up from off of the ground, much to your utter dismay of his methods. 

“Why must you be so harsh— Don’t hurt him!” Yet your cries fell on deaf ears as you were unceremoniously shoved into the same cell and could only watch helplessly as both the creature and your father disappeared down the stairs, his protests and pleading sinking into your ears as you fought to retain your composure and confidence as the nature of the situation finally settled upon you. A prisoner. Forever. Never to see your father, or Arondir and Throndir ever again… 

Tears pricked at the edges of your eyes, making the world blurry around you as you waited for your captor to return. If he ever would. Maybe he truly would leave you to rot in a cell… 

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"Blinded by your foolish jealousy" - Kili x Fem Reader

Kili spots Y/n warmly greeting another elf and becomes jealous when he believes she is already in a relationship.

Angst + a little bit of fluff

Word Count: 2,127

My requests are always open, so feel free to message me if you have an idea! I'll write for any character from The Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, or The Rings of Power!

The journey to reclaim Erebor had already proved treacherous, meaning that the short break the dwarves and company took in Rivendell was much needed. Y/n smiled as she looked at the city that provided refuge, feeling immense joy, that she was finally back home.

She was thankful that her father Elrond had recommended her for a position in the company Gandalf was forming, however over the past weeks, homesickness had taken hold of her.

All the other dwarves seemed unhappy that they had to stop there, considering they were not fond of elves, but Kili did not fully share their feelings. Over the time he had spent with Y/n on their journey, he had grown fond of the elf, wanting desperately to know more about her. So instead of taking part in the bickering that the rest of the company was doing, he stepped to the side and watched Y/n talk to a group of elves he presumed were her friends.

Though they were all elves, Kili couldn’t help but feel Y/n was not the same as the rest, for her beauty outshined them all. She seemed to glow as she stood there talking, her face lighting up in a smile as she exchanged pleasantries. All was well until one of the male elves hugged her and kissed her cheek.

Kili quickly turned away, nervously biting his cheek as he wondered who that elf was that was being so friendly to Y/n. Internally he was kicking himself for never asking her if she was in a relationship with anyone, but he figured she would’ve told him by now. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that no situation occurred that would make her have to share something like that.

He walked back towards the group feeling stupid, wondering why he caught feelings for Y/n without knowing if she could reciprocate them. Desperately, Kili tried to distract himself by talking to his friends and family, but nothing could get rid of the image of that male elf kissing Y/n.

For the rest of the day, he was unusually quiet, and Y/n couldn’t help but wonder what the reason was for his sudden change. The rest of the dwarves had begun to open up once her father Elrond had provided them with a feast to indulge in, so she grew concerned.

She could’ve sworn that they both shared feelings for each other, but now, she was questioning everything.

“Had someone not treated him poorly? Did he feel unwell?” were some of the thoughts that flooded Y/n’s mind, making her poke at her food more than eat it.

She wanted to ask him right then and there, but she didn’t want to make a scene of it in front of the dwarves and other elves that surrounded them. As staring at him, he made eye contact with her, and instead of sending a warm smile in her direction like he usually did, he excused himself from the table and began to walk down one of the paths.

Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, mildly shocked he was acting weird or more accurately, rude towards her. She politely thanked her father for the meal before she got up and began to follow Kili, her legs carrying her a little less gracefully than usual.

Elrond observed his eldest daughter follow the dwarf down the path, his curiosity making him want to know what was unfolding.

“Kili!” she called after him, trying to catch his attention.

His ears perked up when his name rolled off her tongue, but he did not stop.

“Kili, I need to talk to you. I don’t understand what’s happening!” she loudly spoke, and he stopped dead in his tracks.

He turned around and looked up at Y/n, seemingly teary-eyed, making her even more confused.

“You never told me that you were in a relationship,” he spoke, his eyebrows furrowing as the words escaped his lips.

“That’s because I’m not in a relationship, I don’t understand where any of this is coming from,” she responded, looking down at him in confusion.

“I saw the way that elf hugged you and then kissed you. You were practically brimming with joy as he did so. I’m not dumb Y/n, you don’t need to lie to me. I need to know the truth because not knowing is eating me alive,” he retorted, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away, not finding the courage to look her in the eyes.

“How dare you think of me as a liar,” Y/n, spit back, losing her usually calm and collected demeanor, “I thought we trusted each other more than that. And for your information, I am not in a relationship, I was greeting a friend I haven’t seen in centuries.”

A few hot tears escaped her eyes, and immediately, Kili felt awful. He had never seen her cry before, and honestly, it broke his heart. He wished he could take everything he said back, to reverse the tears that fell from her eyes, but he knew it was impossible.

“Instead of being blinded by your foolish jealousy, next time you should come and ask me for my side of the story first. I do not appreciate you senselessly accusing me of things that I have not done,” Y/n finished before spinning around on her heel and walking away from Kili, leaving him in the middle of one of the garden paths.

He watched her storm off, running one of his hands through his hair not knowing what to do. Kili was certain that if there were any feelings the pair shared, they were gone. He looked up at the sky, blinking back the forming tears.

Y/n hastily made her way to her chambers, trying to stay out of the vision of other elves, not wanting them to see her in her unraveled state. When she arrived, she quickly shut the door behind her and walked over to the cushioned bench under her window. She sat down and let tears flow freely, finally comfortable doing so now that she was in her private space.

Originally, she was angry at him, but as she sat there, her anger had been replaced by sadness. She didn’t mean to lash out at him in that manner, but she thought the time they shared was enough to make him realize that she would never think of being with any other man.

Y/n recognized the apologetic expression on his face after she had begun crying, and she did feel bad for storming away from him. But at the same time, she wasn’t going to stand there and let him treat her that way. She needed a verbal apology, desperately.

When the dinner had finished, and all the dwarves retreated for the night, Elrond walked down the path where Kili and Y/n had gone earlier, and he kept an eye out for either sign of them in hopes of getting to the bottom of what was going on. He had an inkling that perhaps the two were experiencing relationship troubles, for this wasn’t the first time he had seen a couple act this way.

He walked down the path and noticed Kili sitting at the end of a dock, his legs dangling as he stared down at the water, seemingly searching for answers.

“I hope I’m not intruding, but I couldn’t help but sense that something was off between you and my daughter,” Elrond’s voice sounded, making Kili immediately jump up and look at the regal elf.

“You’re not intruding at all Lord Elrond, I apologize if I’ve upset you,” Kili explained, hoping that he was not in any trouble.

“There is no need to apologize rather I just would like to know what happened between the two of you,” Elrond spoke, and Kili looked slightly more relieved.

Kili stood there for a moment trying to find the right words to explain what happened.

“Well, I saw something that made me believe that Y/n was in a relationship, so I was immediately filled with jealousy and anger since she had seemed to lead me on for so long. I called her a liar, and I even made her cry. I don’t know why I acted like that, but I did, and now I’m fearful she’ll never forgive me,” Kili spoke, choking on his words that were filled with pain.

Kili wasn’t the type to talk about his emotions so freely, but for some reason, Elrond had this air about him that provoked a truthful response. He exuded an atmosphere of safety, matching the energy of Rivendell.

“I see. If I know anything about my daughter, she will forgive someone if they truly mean it. So, I suggest you come up with a good apology, and I permit you to take some flowers from the garden to give her,” Elrond advised, sending the young dwarf a smile before returning to discuss matters with Gandalf.

Kili spun around, scanning his surroundings and searching for Y/n’s favorite type of flower. His eyes lit up when he spotted the lissuin flower to the right of him. He had listened to Y/n’s stories about this flower, which was brought to Numenor by the elves. Kili felt lucky that Elrond had a sample of this plant in his garden, and he figured that this was probably how she first encountered it. Plus, its fragrance was supposed to put the heart at ease, something he wished he could help her with since he was the reason for her sadness.

Once he collected it, he began to walk up towards Y/n’s quarters, running lines through his head to figure out what exactly he should say to her. He was more nervous than he’d been in a long time, and quite frankly if Elrond hadn’t told him that she was likely to forgive him, Kili was almost certain he would have had a heart attack.

When he had reached her door, he pressed his ear against it, frowning when he heard muffled crying. He looked down at the flowers in his hand once more, before raising his fist and knocking. There was a brief silence before he heard the gentle sound of footsteps approaching.

He removed his ear just before the door opened, revealing Y/n’s face which had turned slightly red from crying. Her eyes were glossy, and they focused on Kili’s face, before trailing down and noticing the delicate flowers resting in his hands.

“I know that the way I acted earlier was horrendous, and it’s completely understandable if you do not wish to speak to me anymore. I just… I have these feelings for you, and when I saw you with that guy, my heart felt like it was breaking inside my chest. All I ask of you is your forgiveness,” Kili spoke, his eyes slightly teary as he looked up at her through his eyelashes.

Y/n took a step forward and grabbed the flowers from his hand bringing them to her face to inhale. A smile pulling at the corners of her lips, she motioned for him to enter the room and follow her to the window seat.

They sat down before she replied, “I forgive you for what you said, and I appreciate the flowers you brought me. But, most importantly, I want you to know that you have been the only individual I have ever had eyes on in this way. I didn’t feel I needed to tell you about what happened earlier because there was nothing to tell. If this is going to work, I need you to trust me, and trust that I would never do anything to hurt you,” grabbing his hand and looking directly into his eyes.

“I trust you, completely and utterly. It was my insecurities that got me into this mess, and I shouldn’t have ever doubted you,” Kili responded, taking her hand and bringing it to his mouth before tenderly kissing it, never breaking eye contact.

 “May I kiss you?” Y/n asked setting down the flowers delicately beside her.

Kili nodded, letting the elf take control, her fingers gently tucking his hair behind his ear before leaning in. Y/n’s lips were even softer than he imagined, and they felt almost featherlike when they moved against his. He smiled into the kiss, causing Y/n to pull back and look at the dwarf whose face practically turned bright red.

“You do not know how long I’ve wanted you to do that,” Kili remarked, causing a small laugh to escape Y/n’s lips.

“Now the only thing I’m uncertain of, is whether or not, it was you or these flowers that put my heart at ease,” Y/n joked, smirking at the dwarf that sat in front of her.

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Elrond getting jealous

a/n: whoever requested something among the lines of “Elrond getting jealous over reader who spends time with Halbrand”... i’m sending you a thousand kisses. 💋 I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it, and do let me know! 🥰 also please consider reblogging if you liked it, it means a lot 💖💖💖

(+ warning: if you squint, it gets the tiniest bit steamy at the very end!)

you were in Eregion with Elrond and very happy about the fact that you get to spend that extra time with your lover

sure, you were both busy, but just being able to see each other, fall asleep and wake up together daily was something you cherished amid the daily chaos

you settled into a nice routine, which got interrupted in a very surprising way: Galadriel came back, after having gone to the Undying Lands (or, well, not actually going), and she brought a strange man with her

he seemed to be badly injured, and it made you wonder how come a man had managed to endure a few days long journey with an injury like that, but you let it go 

however he did intrigue you a little bit, since you very rarely came in contact with humans, and there was a strange energy about him

Galadriel herself actually asked you to check up on him every now and then because she trusts you, so you fulfilled her request and gradually started talking a bit to Halbrand

purely out of curiosity, you wouldn’t dream of going behind Elrond’s back in any way

however, the elf misunderstood your interest for affection

one evening you just walked by the room that Halbrand was in and cast a quick glance to check whether he was alive (seemed like he was), and you were planning to join Elrond for a relaxing evening in bed, but you ran into an old friend of yours and ended up talking for a little longer than intended

all the while, Elrond was in your shared bedroom and his mind was swarming with concerns about why you still hadn’t joined him

he trusts you with all his heart, don’t ever doubt that, but he was certainly feeling iffy about the human newcomer and he wasn’t sure he particularly liked him, he just wasn’t able to pinpoint why

when you finally walked in, feeling extremely bad at losing track of time, your heart cracked a bit when you saw your beloved lying down, curled up  with his back turned towards you; he was debating whether to confront you about it because he HATED any type of conflict with you

you almost gasped when you heard a quiet, yet unmistakably bitter “your new human friend seems to be occupying an awful lot of your time lately”

you all but threw yourself on the bed next to Elrond and grabbed both his hands in yours, but you noticed instantaneously that he didn’t intertwine your fingers together, which he almost always did

“He is not my friend” you replied with determination, but Elrond remained silent

“and I am terribly sorry for making you wait tonight, my love. I ran into Nimel on my way to you and they got so carried away talking about how they journeyed to Lórien recently and I had not the heart to interrupt…”

you thought you saw a tiny smile curving on your lover’s lips: he knew you were too kind to rudely interrupt somebody who was just being sociable

“now wait just a moment… my evening star, are you jealous?” you held back a smile of your own

Elrond was rarely jealous, so you weren’t used to seeing that side of him

“I do not have the faintest idea why you might think so, darling”

okay, he tried to play it off but he absolutely failed

“you know i can see it in your eyes when you are being dishonest”

he sighed deeply, and eventually entwined his fingers with yours, pressed a kiss to your knuckles and finally held your gaze

“perhaps I was jealous… just very, very little” the elf admitted sheepishly, feeling the tips of his ears get warmer

now you were hovering over him, finding amusement in the situation, rather than getting upset

“whatever for?” you purred, leaning closer into his face and brushing your nose against his, his greyish-blue eyes almost fluttering closed at the sensation

“you are the most perfect partner and lover in all of Middle-earth, my beloved,” your voice dropped low as you brought your lips closer to his, almost to brush against them. almost.

“not even in my wildest dreams would I think of choosing another over you. especially not some odd little man,” you chuckled, the noise resonating within your chest which was now pressed flush against Elrond’s

his hands had found their way to your hips, holding onto you as if you were about to vanish (you most definitely were not) and he expertly maneuvered the two of you so that now he was the one hovering above you and your cheeks were heating up at an alarming rate as you looked up at him with sparkling eyes

and there was a glint of mischief in his

he kissed you hungrily and you instinctively entangled your fingers in his soft hair, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest; he had your arms pinned on the bed with one hand, and his other hand was trailing down your torso

when you, sadly, had to pull back for air, his lips traveled down to your neck, and between open-mouthed kisses he muttered “then let us make sure that i am the most perfect lover you could ask for, dearest

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