#yandere lotr x reader

[gulnarsultan]

Another ask. Hope you are well lovely.I just saw your requests are open. Dark Eomer from LOTR please 😍I hope it’s something that inspires you ❤️

Hello darling. I hope you like it.

Dark Eomer Eadig headcanons.

~ This man will fascinate you, whether with his appearance or his personality. Moreover, it is difficult for you to be aware of his obsession. Frankly, when this man looks sweetly at you, you will feel guilty for thinking like that about him (he is obsessed).

~ Eomer is loyal, optimistic, humorous, and carefree. However, he is also hard and cold when necessary. And believe me, his hatred is truly terrifying.

~ He is very skilled at riding horses and using swords and javelins.

~ He doesn't hesitate to use all his talents to get you, protect you and make you happy.

~ In a way, once you accept his love, he's not such a yandere. He only gets angry when he is jealous and wants to fight.

[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"

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Yandere Smaug Headcanons (platonic)

Smaug would be extremely possessive of his darling and just as protective. They are the most valuable possession amongst his hoard after all, his most precious treasure. Their worth is more than all the gold and jewels in the world to him. So much so that he could never part with them. That’s why he insists, or rather demands you stay amongst his hoard, where he knows it’s safe. Besides, you’re surrounded by so many beautiful, shiney things and they’re all yours.

Of course you would be kept in the safety of his sanctum after he’s taken the Lonely Mountain for himself. Harbored amongst all the gold, gems and jewels you couldn’t possibly think of, right where Smaug wants you most. He couldn’t possibly fathom any harm coming to his precious one, not when you have him to protect you.

Smaug is extremely strict about allowing his precious one to go anywhere, even if it is to venture off to another part of his sanctum. He doesn’t like not having them within his sight. He hates the thought of them getting hurt or lost, but he especially despises the idea of them ever stepping foot outside his lair. If that were to ever happen his panic and anger couldn’t possibly be repressed.

If his darling were to stray too far or is gone just a little too long for his liking/comfort, Smaug will follow their scent and drag them back to where he feels most comfortable keeping having them. There are very few places he allows them to venture to and he knows them all by heart, being more than capable to go after them if need be and easily retrieve his darling, bringing them back to the only real space he’s comfortable with them staying kept in. It keeps them closest to him and he can keep his eye on them in every sense of the word, even when he’s sleeping he’ll know if they make even the slightest of changes in their usual movements. Smaug is very well aware of his environment and the space he’s resigned himself to, he’ll know if they take even just one step out of the perimeter he’s allowed them to move freely about.

As much as he spoils his darling, Smaug really only rewards good and obedient behavior. Anything less than or just blatant disobedience won’t be take lightly. Smaug demands respect, especially from his little darling. It’s because of him that you are safe and so well taken care of, the least you can do is show some gratitude and appreciation towards him.

As gruff and grumpy as Smaug can be there are times he can be quite playful with his little darling, especially if it’s what they want and they’ve been pretty well behaved. It didn’t take him long to realize that often then not when his darling would venture off and stray away from where he demanded they stay kept was to solely get him to chase after them in a playful game of tag or hide and seek. He can usually tell the difference in whether his darling is trying to make a run for it or is simply trying to get him to play with them. It’s the gigging that really gives it away.

Not only can Smaug be playful but he’s also an excellent storyteller. When he really wants some peace and quiet or to just get his darling to go to sleep in general, Smaug will use his tail to bring them close to him, curling it around them to keep them in place then he goes on telling them stories of his adventures. Sometimes when his darling is really restless he’ll ask them what story they want to hear but more times then not his stories usually involve him boasting and bragging about himself. He especially takes care to make it clear to his darling that he is in fact the biggest dragon to ever exist. Of course it’s a complete lie but his darling doesn’t know that, and even if they were to question him about it he wouldn’t let up. As far as Smaug’s concerned he is the biggest dragon around now.

As much as Smaug typically comes off as aloof or even flat out terrifying he does hold some genuine care for his darling, even if it is just a little. His obsession is primarily possessive with that possessiveness only becoming all the worse the more his obsession festers and grows. Eventually his darling will become something more than just an object for him to own, they’ll become a treasure he certainly doesn’t want anyone or anything else getting ahold of. And with that said he will do anything to keep them with him, and only with him. He will reign hellfire down on anyone or anything that dares to steal his darling treasure away from him.

[queenstarlight2]

A terrible day in heaven

Yandere Elrond and Thranduil (816 words) summery: Elrond and Thranduil agree to share you credits to this post and creator part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

It was a calm and peaceful day in Rivendell, people were drinking tea in the garden, elves were making idle conversation, and the twins were causing trouble. It was a perfectly normal day in Rivendell but for Thranduil and Elrond this day was made for agreement, for an advantage, for a shared desire. 

The air in Elrond's private chambers felt thick with tension as Thranduil and Elrond sat on plush couches, gazing into the fire that crackled in the fireplace. The soft light of the flames danced over their faces, casting fleeting shadows on the walls.

Thranduil turned to Elrond and spoke, "She belongs to us, does she not?"

Elrond met Thranduil's gaze, his eyes dark and intense. "Yes, she does. But we must be careful. She is breakable and fragile. We must not scare her away."

Thranduil nodded, his brow furrowed with concern. "I know. We cannot rush this, or we risk losing her forever."

But despite his words, the yearning in his eyes betrayed his impatience.

Elrond leaned back against the cushions and ran his hand through his hair, his voice tight with frustration. "But how long can we wait? I feel my desire growing stronger every moment we don't have her in our arms."

Thranduil's eyes darkened, the possessive fire within him burning brighter at Elrond's words. "I feel the same. The thought of her being with someone else, of her heart being claimed by another..."

Thranduil and Elrond both grew quiet as they thought about the object of their desire, the fire in the fireplace casting an almost romantic glow over the room.

Thranduil spoke quietly changing the subject  "She is breathtaking. Her beauty is unlike anything I have ever seen in any human. And by elven standards, she would be considered very desirable."

Elrond nodded in agreement, his eyes distant as he recalled her face in his mind. "Yes, she is unlike any other human. There is a grace about her that I cannot describe. And her beauty... it is simply captivating. I find myself drawn to her in a way that I never have been before."

Elrond nodded in agreement, his own need for the girl growing stronger by the day. "Yes, she is. We cannot allow anyone else to have her. We have to make sure she knows that she is meant to be with us."

Elrond's hand ran through his hair again, a nervous habit he had developed in the days since they had first seen the girl. "But how do we convince her? She's young and naïve. What if she doesn’t understand our desires?"

Thranduil nodded agreeing he soon spoke "That is a valid concern. We don't want her to feel manipulated. But we also can't just go up to her and confess our feelings."

Elrond nodded and responded "No, that would likely scare her off. We need to take things slowly. Ease her into the idea of being with both of us."

Thranduil and Elrond sat in silence for a moment, both lost in their thoughts before Thranduil spoke up. "We must figure out how this is going to work."

Elrond nodded, his expression serious. "Yes, we need to discuss the terms of our agreement. How we will share her, and what our expectations are."

Thranduil stood up and began pacing the room, his mind racing as he thought about how to approach the situation. Thranduil spoke, "We should make sure she understands that we both care for her and that we will both be an important part of her life.”

Elrond responds to him "Yes, I agree. We should also make sure that she knows that neither of us will try to dominate her or make her choose between us. We both have a claim on her, and she will have a claim on us as well."

Thranduil stopped and faced Elrond, his expression intense. "We must be careful to avoid jealousy between us. We should always be open and communicate clearly with each other about our feelings."

Elrond nodded again, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Yes, I agree. But it won't be easy. We are both already possessive of her. The thought of her being with you, when I want her, is already difficult to bear."

Both men were silent for a moment, the weight of their situation heavy in the air. Thranduil finally spoke up, his voice more solemn than before "I think we have covered everything for now. We have agreed to share her and to be careful not to let our jealousy and possessiveness get the best of us. Is there anything else we should discuss?"

Elrond shook his head, his expression thoughtful. "No, I don't think so. We just need to make sure we keep our word and treat her with the love and care she deserves."

With a nod of agreement, the two men rose from their seats and walked to the door.

Thranduil looked at Elrond his voice quiet "Then I think we are done for now. We will talk again soon?" Elrond nodded "Yes, soon."

They left the room, each lost in their thoughts as they both quietly contemplated their plan to share the girl they had both fallen for.

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[greycloudsinwinter]

Can you make Yandere Thranduil and fairy female reader part2? Please. They have a few children. Half fairy and half elf hybrids. They have fairy wings like their mother. How many children will Yandere Thranduil want to have with the fairy reader?

YANDERE THRANDUIL X READER WITH CHILDREN

🪽Thranduil would be happy with however many you want but he is probably thinking 4.

🪽they have their mothers wings but there green. They inherit there fathers looks and his long beautiful hair.

🪽his children with you are his most important things in the world.

🪽however if he has to choose between you and them , it will always be you because he can always replace them with another child but he can’t replace you.

🪽he would go to war for his children though to keep them safe.

🪽he won’t admit it but if you have a daughter with him then he will put her on a pedestal higher then Legolas.

🪽the servants mostly deal with the children though . Running after while you and your husband have time together.

🪽even if you didn’t want the children you can’t find it in your heart to hate them .

🪽he feels the most joy seeing his family all together and happy.

Thank you for this request ❤️❤️

[reverieparacosm]

hi! could you please write yandere!sauron x fem reader hcs? maybe sauron had a dream of this woman who fulfills a prophecy he read that would make him more powerful so he sends his minions to bring her to him and when he meets her there is a magical bond between them and he is obsessed with her

Prophecy: Yandere!Sauron x F!Reader

Warnings: Yandere, possessive behaviors, manipulation, gaslighting, kidnapping, slavery, (Sauron is already a red flag -)

Note: Your wish is my command! I am weak for Yandere Sauron.

Remember kids - please do not enslave people just because you saw them in dreams

Sauron's thirst for power is unending

As the Dark Lord of Mordor, he is always on the lookout for ways to increase his influence and rule over Middle-Earth

One night, he is visited by a vision of a woman who would help him fulfill a prophecy that would grant him even more power. This vision ignites a fiery determination within him, and he sets his minions on the task of finding her and bringing her to him

His servants search far and wide, but the woman is elusive and hard to find. Months pass without success, but finally, one of his minions stumbles upon her during a routine scouting mission

He brings Sauron the news, and the Dark Lord is overjoyed. He immediately orders his minions to keep a close eye on her and bring him regular reports

But Sauron's desire for this mysterious woman grows stronger with each passing day. He wants her for himself, and orders his minions to bring her to him

She is everything he has hoped she would be - powerful and capable of fulfilling the prophecy. The moment they meet, Sauron feels a magical bond between them that he has never experienced before. He is immediately obsessed with her, unable to tear his eyes away from her

With a single glimpse, he is captivated by her beauty. So much so that he takes her face in his hand before she has even noticed his presence. His ice-cold mental glove caresses her cheeks and he absorbs every delicate detail, leaving her with an unsettling sensation

When she turns her head to the side, Sauron becomes more aggressive. He grabbs her chin with one hand and held her neck with the other, forcing her to look into his eye

Despite being an evil, dark lord with a reputation for cruelty, he develops a soft spot for her

He tells his minions not to harm her and threatens those who do with severe punishment. He does not want to lose her or drive her away, for he knows that she is the key to fulfilling his ultimate goal - becoming the most powerful being in Middle-Earth

"I would rather burn the world than see it harm you."

Sauron spends every waking hour with her, pouring his heart and soul into their relationship. He is desperate to learn everything he could about her, her abilities, and her place in the grand scheme of things. He is certain that she is the one he has been seeking for so long, the one who would help him achieve true greatness

As the days pass, the bond between them only grows stronger, and Sauron's obsession with her only deepens. He knows that the prophecy is within his grasp, and he would do whatever it takes to fulfill it with her by his side

The woman is initially reluctant to trust Sauron. But as he charms her with his words and gifts, she begins to fall under his spell

Sauron soon begins to see the woman as his property and becomes increasingly possessive and demanding. He expects her to devote all of her time and energy to him, and becomes violent when she tries to resist

"Your heart beats in harmony with mine, the two inextricably linked in a bond so strong that no other force can break it. You are mine, and I am yours, our destinies intertwined forevermore."

Sauron is constantly monitoring the woman, using magic to invade her thoughts and dreams. He knows her every move and thought, and he uses this knowledge to control her

Sauron revels in her obedience, especially when she sits at his feet as he holds court with his many war generals. It is a constant reminder of his power over her, and he loves having her as his symbol. Even when he is deep in conversation, he still takes a moment to stroke her hair, relishing in her submission. He senses the tension in her body, and it only increases his satisfaction

"There is no one like you, my beautiful darling. The way you bend to my will pleases me greatly. You are a constant reminder of the power I have over you, and it thrills me to no end. Even in the midst of battle, I cannot help but take a moment to stroke your hair, relishing in your submission. Your body trembles with tension, and it only increases my satisfaction. Never forget who you belong to. I am your master, and you will forever be my symbol."

The woman is conflicted about Sauron's behavior, but she is unable to resist the powerful bond between them. She tries to convince herself that she can change him, but as time goes on, she realizes that he is too deeply engrained in his dark ways to change

If she tries to escape, Sauron would likely use his powerful magic to track her down and capture her

He would stop at nothing to keep her under his control. If the woman manages to escape his grasp, Sauron would likely become more obsessed than ever, and he would use all of his resources to find her and bring her back to him. He would stop at nothing to keep her by his side, even if it meant using his most dark and nefarious tactics to do so

"You are my most prized treasure, my greatest possession. No one on this earth or beyond it will ever take you away from me. Our love is eternal, a bond that cannot be broken or tarnished by any force in existence."

[aphroditelovesu]

Can i request a love letter from Sauron (lotr)?! Love your blog!

Dear (Y/N),

From the moment I laid eyes on you, my precious one, my heart burned with a fiery passion that consumed my soul. I am Sauron, the Dark Lord, and it is you who dominate my thoughts, my desires, my entire life.

Every time I see your shining eyes, I am reminded of the fire that burns in my single eye, a fire that can only be compared to the heat of my love for you. Your smile is more radiant than the glow of the One Ring, and your voice is sweeter than any honey I've ever tasted.

I would do anything for you, my beloved. I would destroy entire kingdoms, subdue nations, and even face the Valar in your name. There are no limits to what I am willing to do to protect and possess you, my precious one.

I know that maybe my love is dangerous, that my devotion is dark and dangerous, but it's sincere. There is no one else in my heart but you. And even if you try to walk away from me, remember that my eye never stops watching, and I will always be waiting for you, ready to take you into my arms, no matter what.

Accept my love, (Y/N), and you'll never need to fear anything again. Together we can reign over all the kingdoms of Middle-Earth, and none will ever dare to separate us.

Yours sincerely,

Sauron.

[carnivorousyandeere]

DM Darling hosting special oneshots for all the player's bithdays, in particular for Hymn's they homebrew a world of re-skined tabaxis/cat hybrids and they even come to the session wearing cat ears, its a fairly normal setup until they get to their first bar/tavern to meet the Dm npc and instead of the typical aesthetic its in the style of a cutsey cat maid cafe and as darling reveals this they take off a layer of clothes revealing the maid outfit that was underneath

OOOOH HOW DID I MISS THIS

This is such a good fucking idea 😭💞💞💞

Hymn grins wider than you think you’ve ever seen them grin (a truly impressive feat given how emotive they are), Noe’s jaw drops and she can’t help but stare, Scott gets all flustered and starts spluttering about how “inappropriate this is, and that this establishment can in no way be considered a tavern—!” Even Millie, half-asleep with their head resting on the table, cracks an eye open to catch a peek of your cute lil outfit.

Also just thinking about everybody’s birthday one-shots is so cute 🥺🥺🥺 Noe’s would definitely be an adventure as a swashbuckling pirate crew or a “quest to save the royal heir (an NPC who’s very transparently you),” Millie’s would have to be an exciting heist, and Scott’s would. Probably not be very fun 💀

[heavenlayt]

I love him! 😍

hm legolas w “Why don’t you love me?! I’ve given you everything I can think of!” cus i wanna see how far u can take our mister legally blonde w/o breakin character😼😼😼

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ yandere!legolas ⠀〳 ⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. it was beyond unnerving, the way he could still smile at you as if he hadn't trapped you in this suffocating life ( dark themes ៸៸ yandere content ៸៸ possessive behaviour ៸៸ strangulation ៸៸ dark content in general viewer discretion advised )

· ⊰ note. honestly, writing him as his normal self despite all the dark themes was really fun and really made the piece even more unnerving phaha. translations in comments !

“Darling,’’ 

Such a name should have elicited a flurry of butterflies, triggered a blush of response — yet all that rakes over your body is a slew of shivers from the base of your spine. Hair stands pin-straight in riposte to the abrupt chill brought upon the room and for a minute you debate whether turning around would be a grand idea. 

Such a thought fell flat, for before you could even blink twice a pair of strong arms circled around your waist, hauling back so that shoulders flush against a contrastingly warm chest. “Darling,’’ the repeated croon hitches your breath. “I have returned, did you miss me?”

Yet another jolt to your spine as cool air brushes the shell of your ear, followed by the graze of icy lips. A cramp finds your diaphragm, prompting your breathing to grow shallow and your heart to gradually pick up in pace as your mind races for a way in which to react. 

Silence would be foolish,

but so could speaking. 

“Leg-. . . olas,’’ barely managing out his name, you suck in a breath and pray to the valar that it went unnoticed. You were never the best actor, even more so in this situation. Your disability in putting on masks brought on great suffering and numerous confrontations — alas, it could not be helped. After all, not many would be able to bite their tongue, swallow their words and put on a gleaming smile; not many who had been through the horrors you faced. 

“Meleth, why do you appear so tense?” It takes everything within you not to jerk away when the delicate feel of his lips trace kisses along your shoulder. Thank valinor he parted when he did, you weren’t exactly sure for how much longer you could have held your breath.  

The little voice in your head begged you to turn, to at least attempt to appease him in favour of avoiding an unwanted incident. So, swallowing the bitter taste at the back of your throat, you ever so sheepishly turn to face him, gaze glued to his face in fear of potentially catching him in one of his many moods. 

A smile graces his lips, one which many compared to the heavens above; similar to his eyes that sparkled like that of gorgeous startlight. Such an innocent, gleaming countenance that even managed to deceive you some time ago. What a shame that such a pretty face was tainted by a cruel, black heart. 

“I have brought you a little something. A perfect gift for my most beloved.’’ 

You didn’t quite fancy the way that word sounded on his tongue, although smothered in honey as it may have appeared — you knew the truth. Beloved. Is this how you treat a beloved?

The thought lingers not as your attention is soon captured by the motion of his hands and for a second you braced yourself for the unexpected; only to internally sigh with relief at the sight of carmine petals surrounding a little bud. A rose, blooming and bright held between his fingers which brought it up only a few inches from your face. 

And for a moment, just a moment, you wanted it to be real. For it all to be the fairytale you were promised in the books read as a child. Your prince charming presenting you with gifts, adoration and love, holding you in his arms and shielding you from all the darkness of this world. 

However, you were quickly reminded that the only darkness in this room stood right before you. 

The dream melted into nothingness, a mere waver in the wind, instead replaced with the horrific images you had unfortunately come to know as memories. Your gaze became unfocused, zoning out the flower and concentrated on his hands instead. Pale and clean, yet for a flashing second crimson essence couples with various scarlet smudges tainted the once flawless skin. 

Damnit, damnit! 

You can barely stop the gasp, nor freeze your abrupt jerk which positions your back at the edge of the table to which you hastily cling. Images cloud your vision, a monochromatic scene with one lone, distinct colour. Blood red. 

It was no secret that the horrors you witnessed still plagued your mind even until this day — all done by the hand that now dared to gift you a flower of the same shade. 

In your hastened attempts to sate your ragged breathing, you had all but forgotten to pay mind to the elf who stood only a few feet away, rose still in hand as he observed your startled reaction. 

Needless to say, he wasn’t exactly the most thrilled. 

Within your blur of memories and madness you fail to realise his gradual advancements towards you as the rose hits the ground below with little regard. “Now, what was that for, hmm?” Sweet as ever, his voice rings through the air as your vision finally focuses on those azure irises; now flickering with familiar undertones. “I bring to you a gift from my heart and you immediately reject it? You. . .’’ 

You gag on a gasp, eyes nearly popping from their sockets at the sudden pressure around your neck. “Ungrateful little thing.’’ Even with the roughness of his mannerisms, his voice and gaze still remain uncannily gentle, as if he weren’t choking the life out of you. 

“It wounds me, darling. Just how much you still reject me — after everything. . .’’ Leaning his head closer, his serrated breath fans against your lips. “How much longer will you deny me?” The grip tightens and elicits a wave of dizziness as you attempt to plea for mercy, only to splutter and struggle. 

“Tell me,’’ you can feel the tremble of his fingers, see the growing dim in his eyes, but it is only when nails claw into your neck which is subsequently jerked forward do you realise he’s on the edge once more. “Tell me!”Legolas’ shout akins to that of thunder as jagged breaths overtake his quaking form. 

“Why don’t you love me!? I’ve given you everything I can think of!”

The dizziness only multiplies at his ferocious jerks of your body, nails threatening to break through your skin. It is then that you’re abruptly hauled forward, face a mere inches from his. With swollen, blue-tinting lips, you barely manage to strangle out a plea for air as his eyes lock upon yours. 

“It appears. . .’’ his voice leisurely steadies, returning to its honey-coated sickness. “That we have a lot more to work on, darling.’’ Finally releasing you of his hold, you drop to your knees with tears cascading down your cheeks. 

“L-Legolas, please — I’m sor -’’

Words lodge themselves within your throat as two fingers take your chin, lifting your head to ensure you face him. “Sorry?” He finishes your sentence, a small tilt of his head before a low, bone-chilling cooe fills your ears. 

“Oh, meleth nin. You will be.’’ 

[gulnarsultan]

Thranduil: I believe in free will. Everyone has the freedom to make their own choices.

Fairy Reader: So I can leave with the dwarves?

Thranduil: No, dear.

Fairy Reader: But you just said that.

Thranduil: I meant everyone but you.

Fairy Reader: That's not fair.😠

[floatyflowers]

You are the daughter of Sauron and everyone is obsessed with you as they are obsessed with the rings.(Part 1)

"Everyone was aware that falling in love with you was madness, given your father's identity. Still, no one minded as long as they could have you by their side."

Morgoth/Melkor

He is obsessed with you as much as he is obsessed with the Silmarils.

Doesn't care if you are the daughter of his servant, he wants you.

Despite your refusal of Morgoth's advences, Sauron encourages you, and wanting to please your father, you decided to try and please Melkor.

"Your soul and body are mine like those silmarils"

He crafted a necklace made out of one of the Silmarils, gifting it to you as a token of your unity.

Thankfully, the Valar captured him after the battle of Wrath, however you already left him before the battle.

Maedhros

You met him while he was in Thangorodrim, getting tormented by your father.

At that time Morgoth was imprisoned in Angband, so you were free from his obsessed jealousy.

However, after seeing the handsome red-haired elf for the first time, you decided to take care of him and try to free him, feeling sympathy and gulit.

After freeing him with the help of his cousin Fingon who had to cut off his hand to free him, Maedhros tried to convince you to escape with him, as you handed him the Silmaril Morgoth gave you.

"Come with me, you will find peace away from your father's clutches"

And you did leave with him when you realize how awful Sauron is.

But your decision is like falling into another trap.

As Maedhros appeared to be the same as Morgoth in causing violence.

Celebrimbor

After discovering what Maedhros and his brothers have done to their kin, you fled without a second thought.

And as years passed, you kept yourself hidden wandering alone, until you met Celebrimbor whom you find his knowledge remarkable.

You thought of leaving when you discovered that he is the nephew of Maedhros, but his generosity tempted you to stay, and you did.

Honestly, you thought you found peace with him in the safety of his home, but that was never the case, Celebrimbor was possessive and refused to let you leave.

He crafted special rings to keep you safe from danger, and also to keep you in love with him.

"Your pain, your pleasure, your every thought belongs to me. You're mine to command and possess."

Celebrimbor thought he owned you, until Annatar 'Sauron' came into the picture and corrupted Celebrimbor into making the rings.

Sauron/Annatar 'platonic'

Sauron didn't realize how much you meant to him until you ran away.

He almost went insane and never stopped searching for you.

So, when he encountered Celebrimbor, he didn't expect to see you, and deep down it steered horrible jealousy at the sight of you, his only child, happy with Celebrimbor.

Adding to this, he noticed Celebrimbor's obessesive behavior towards you and how he tried to keep you away from his sight.

What is more amusing to Annatar is that you didn't discover his disguise.

So, he decided to reveal it to you.

"How sad that you don't remember your father, my sweet child"

You warn Celebrimbor about your father before handing him the rings he made for you and leaving.

Elrond

You knew Elrond since Maglor, brother of Maedhros, was the one fostered him and his twin brother, Elros.

So, seeing him after so many years surprised you and what made you feel shy is the fact that he invited you to stay with him at his realm.

You decided to take on his offer because you didn't want to keep on wandering in the middle earth after you did for many years.

Actually, you came to his realm after his wife decided to leave to the Undying Lands.

And Elrond is the only one who felt like he wanted to marry you but he decided not to act on it to not frighten you.

Especially after everything you told him about others 'locking you up' and 'refusing to let you leave'

Actually he witnessed how his foster Uncle treated you, so he understood where you are coming from.

"Do not worry, Nin meld, you are safe here with me, I promise to protect you from any danger."

[nnooahhsworld]

TAKE MY HAND . . . take my whole life too . . .

ABOUT ME

✷ Hi hi hi!! How are u?? Happy, having a nice day? I hope so! My name is Charles but you can call me Charlie, Char, Charls, etc. I'm 14, going on 15 7th March<3

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❥ This is an only YANDERE! Blog.

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Kimetsu No Yaiba.

Underverse.

Kung Fu Panda.

Dark Deception.

The Black Phone.

Across The Spiderverse.

Smiling Critters (Poppy Playtime).

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Sharing isn't always smart

Yandere Elrond and Thranduil (5k words) Summery:You get to talk to Elrond,and meet Thranduil where Elrond gets jealous. part 1,part 2,part 3, part 4, part 5

Elrond, was in his bedwear, he was quietly sipping his morning tea, enjoying the quiet solitude of his chambers when a knock at the door interrupted him. He sat the cup down and called out, "Who is it?"

The door slowly opened, and the young girl, dressed in a simple yet elegant dress, poked her head in. "I-I'm so sorry to disturb you sir, but I seem to have gotten lost. I just wanted to find the dining hall." Elrond smiled warmly at her, gesturing for her to come in. "You're not disturbing me at all, please, come in."

He watched as she nervously entered the room, her eyes darting around, taking in her surroundings. He couldn't help but notice the way her eyes widened as she took in the luxurious surroundings of his private chambers - the plush carpet underfoot, the roaring fire in the stone fireplace, and the huge four-poster bed with a rich silk canopy. She seemed nervous and out of place in this opulent setting. "Please, have a seat," he said, gesturing to one of the plush couches by the fireplace.

He watched as she perched on the edge of the couch, sitting awkwardly, her hands clasped nervously in her lap. He took a seat across from her, taking a moment to study her quietly. She was truly beautiful, with her delicate features and clear skin flushed with a rosy hue. She seemed to radiate a soft, innocent vulnerability that made something protective stir within him. "Forgive me," he said with a polite smile, "I don't believe we've been formally introduced." He held out his hand in greeting. "I am Elrond, Lord of Imladris."

She took his hand hesitantly, her small hand engulfed by his larger one. He then motioned to the pot of tea on the small table, "May I offer you some tea?" As he poured a cup of tea for her, Elrond couldn't help but steal a few glances at her. He noted the way her fingers trembled slightly as she accepted the cup from him, the way her eyelashes cast shadows on her cheeks as she looked down at her tea.

He felt a possessiveness bloom within him at the sight of her sitting so innocently in his room, oblivious to the possessive thoughts racing through his mind. "Have you been in Rivendell long?" He asked casually, taking a sip of his tea, all the while his mind was spinning with thoughts of claiming her, keeping her safely tucked away in his rooms where no one else could touch her.

"N-No," she answered, her voice soft and a bit shaky as she brought the cup up to her lips, taking a small sip. "I arrived yesterday." Her eyes darted around the room again, taking in the opulence of her surroundings. She suddenly looked sheepish, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. "I… I had no idea whose chambers these were when I knocked," she said quietly. "I'm so sorry for disturbing you." He chuckled kindly, the sight of her flustered embarrassment endearing.

"It's quite fine," he assured her. "I didn't mind being disturbed. Especially not by a lovely lady such as yourself." He noticed how her blush deepened at his compliment, and he felt a possessive satisfaction. He liked this effect he seemed to have on her, her nervousness and inexperience making her even more endearing in his eyes. "Breakfast," she began, her voice a little stronger now as she looked up at him, "When does breakfast usually start?"

Elrond noted the slight change in her demeanor. She seemed a little more relaxed now that they were conversing. "Breakfast won't begin for another hour," he told her, his voice soft and gentle. "Why do you ask?" As she fidgeted on the couch, he leaned back in his seat, using this time to study her more intently. Her dress, while modest, was still form-fitting enough to show off her figure. Her hair, silken and soft, hung loosely around her shoulders, framing her features.

She seemed so innocent, so untainted by the harshness of the world. A part of him reveled in the fact that she was here, alone in his chambers, just the two of them, and he was the only one who could see her like this. The thought of others seeing her, touching her, making his possessiveness flare up again, a possessive growl almost escaping him. He took another sip of his tea to hide his reaction, the hot liquid doing little to soothe the fire burning within him.

She shifted on the couch again, her gaze dropping to her teacup. "I wanted to ask you something," she said quietly. "I wasn't sure how to get to the dining hall, and I was hoping you could show me the way?" Elrond chuckled, a small smile playing on his lips. "Of course, I'll show you the way," he assured her, his eyes locking with hers. "But we have an hour before breakfast, and I was hoping to ask you a few questions if you don't mind?"

A small shiver ran through her as his eyes bore into hers. There was something in his gaze that made her feel oddly exposed like he was looking through her and into her soul. "I-I don't mind," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. He noted the slight tremor in her voice, her body visibly tensing as she spoke. He felt a sense of triumph at the effect he seemed to have on her, the way she was so easily flustered and off-balance in his presence. "Excellent," he said, his voice low and smooth. "First question, if I may?" she nods as he sets his teacup down, leaning forward slightly. "Tell me about yourself," he began, his eyes never leaving her face. "Where did you come from? Where do you call home?"

He watched as she fidgeted nervously under his gaze, her hands twisting in her lap. She paused, her eyes darting around the room before settling back on him. "I, um, I travel a lot," she said, her voice almost a whisper. "I don't have a specific place that I call home."

He nodded, trying to conceal the disappointment that flared up inside him at her vague answer. "Interesting," he mused, tapping his fingers on the arm of the chair. "And what brings you to Rivendell, if you don't mind me asking?" She bit her lip, looking down at her teacup as if it held the answer to his question. "I… I just happened to stumble across Rivendell," she said quietly. "I wasn't planning on staying, I just sort of… ended up here." He raised an eyebrow at that, his mind already stirring with plans and schemes to keep her here longer. She was so innocent, so lost, so easy to manipulate. And the fact that she just stumbled upon Rivendell, seemingly by accident, only added to the possessive fire burning within him. "You just stumbled upon Rivendell?" he repeated, watching her closely. "How fortuitous. Though it's not often that people just accidentally stumble upon our hidden city."

She looked up at him then, her eyes darting to his before quickly looking away. "I… I just heard it was a beautiful city," she said, her fingers continuing to twist in her lap. "I wanted to see it for myself." He leaned back in his seat, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "And what do you think of it so far?" he asked, his voice low and velvety. She looked around the room, her eyes taking in the opulent surroundings before she answered. "It's… it's breathtaking," she said quietly. "I've never seen anything like it before." His smirk widened at her words, a sense of pride swelling within him that she was so captivated by the city he called home.

"Yes," he agreed, "Rivendell is quite stunning. But it pales in comparison to your beauty," he added, watching her with keen eyes. Her eyes widened at his words, and she fidgeted again in her seat, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink. "Um," she stammered, "I… I have heard of you, Lord Elrond. I've heard stories about you." "Oh?" he said, raising an eyebrow in interest. "And what kind of stories have you heard about me?" "Well," she began, her voice soft and hesitant, "I've heard that you're a just and fair leader. That you rule Rivendell with wisdom and compassion." He smiled at her words, his chest puffing out a bit with pride. "I am glad my reputation precedes me," he said, his voice smooth and velvety. "And what else have you heard about me, I wonder?" She looked up at him, meeting his gaze directly this time.

"Well for one, I have never heard of you being a flirt," she said, a hint of a challenge in her voice, surprising herself with her audacity. Elrond chuckled, caught off guard by her suddenly assertive tone. He leaned back in his seat, studying her closely. "Ah," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. "And what makes you think I am a flirt?" She lifted her chin, meeting his gaze evenly. "Well," she began, her voice more steady now, "you said that Rivendell pales in comparison to my beauty. That sounds like a very flirtatious thing to say."

He chuckled again, clearly impressed by her boldness. "I suppose it does," he admitted, his voice low and silky. "But can you blame me for complimenting such a beautiful woman as yourself?" She blushed again at his words, her cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink. "Flattery will get you nowhere," she said, trying to maintain her composure. "Oh really?" he said, his gaze locked on her face. "And what if I want to flatter you some more? Your eyes are like the sky after a storm, your skin is smooth like silk, and your hair is like a silken waterfall flowing over your shoulders."

Her blush deepened with each compliment he showered upon her, the words making her heart flutter in her chest. She tried to hide her reaction, but her quickened breath and the way she fidgeted in her seat gave her away. She managed to find her voice again, clearing her throat nervously.

"But… but surely you have a wife or a lady friend?" she asked, her voice quiet and hesitant. "Should you be saying these things to me?" Elrond chuckled again at her question, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, so concerned about my relationship status," he said, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "What does it matter to you, little one, if I am married or not?" "Well…," she stuttered, her mind racing to come up with a rational reason for her concern. "Your wife… she might get mad. If you talk like this to other women. Right?"

"Ah," Elrond chuckled softly, his eyes taking on a distant look as he remembered the past. "You speak of a time long gone, little one. I did have a wife, once upon a time. But tragedy and war took her away from me many years ago." Elrond's eyes flickered back to hers, the distant look replaced by an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "It has been many years since I lost my wife," he said, his voice taking on a solemn tone. "But the pain of that loss still runs deep, like a wound that never fully heals." He paused, his gaze fixed on her face as if trying to memorize every feature. "I miss her," he said quietly, almost as if speaking to himself. "Her laughter, her smile, the way she could light up a room just by walking into it. Sometimes it feels like a part of me was torn away when she left, and I'll never be whole again." As he spoke about his late wife, his eyes never left her face. He noted the way her eyes widened slightly at his words, the way her breath caught in her chest.

An idea began to form in his mind, one that sent a thrill through his veins. The thought of her filling the void his wife had left behind sent a possessive fire flickering through him. He could almost imagine it, her delicate hands touching the places his wife had once touched. Her voice filled the silence left behind by his wife's absence. The thought of her in his arms, replacing the ghost of his wife, sent a surge of possessiveness coursing through him. He couldn't help but imagine how she would look wrapped up in his embrace, her soft skin against his own, her hair splayed out across his pillow like a silken curtain. The thought sent a shiver down his spine and a familiar heat began to pool in his gut.

As Elrond's eyes continued to roam over her face, his thoughts lost in a sea of possessiveness and desire, the silence between them grew heavy. Sensing that she needed to break the silence, she cleared her throat, bringing him back to the present.

"Lord Elrond," she began, her voice hesitant, "I… I can't imagine how hard it must have been to lose someone you loved so much." He smiled at her words, the possessive thoughts quickly shoved aside in favor of his charming facade. "It is a pain that never fully leaves you, no matter how many years pass," he said, his voice taking on a mournful tone. "But life goes on, and we must learn to move forward, to find new happiness amid grief." As he spoke, his eyes drifted to her hair, her soft, silken hair that cascaded down her back. He itched to reach out and touch it, to feel the softness of it between his fingers. He forced himself to keep his hands clasped together in his lap, knowing that he needed to reign in his impulses.

"But enough about me, my dear," he said, shifting the focus back to her. "You have yet to tell me your name. May I have the pleasure of knowing such a beautiful woman's name?" She hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting to the side before meeting his gaze again. "Um, I…" she began, her voice soft and hesitant. "I don't use my real name anymore… People usually call me by a nickname now." His eyes widened at her words, curiosity piqued. "A nickname, you say?" he said, leaning forward in his seat. "May I have the honor of knowing what your nickname is?" Her cheeks flushed as she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "Star," she murmured, her eyes fixed on the table in front of her. "They call me Star."

Elrond's heart skipped a beat as he heard the delicate syllables fall from her lips. Star. It was a beautiful name, perfectly suited to a beautiful girl. He repeated the name in his mind, savoring the way it rolled off his tongue. "Star," he repeated aloud, his voice soft and silky. "A lovely name for a lovely girl." Elrond leaned back in his seat, a thoughtful expression on his face. "If you don't mind me asking," he began, his voice taking on a gentle tone, "how did you come to be called Star?" She shrugged, her fingers tracing a pattern on the surface of the table. "I'm not sure," she said, her voice quiet. "It just… fit, I guess. People started calling me that a few years ago, and it stuck. It's easier than using my real name, anyways."

Elrond smiled at her words, his eyes roaming over her face. He could see the hint of sadness that crept into her expression when she spoke of her name, and it tugged at his heartstrings. He wanted to ask her more, to pry deeper into the story behind her nickname, but he knew that he needed to take things slow. He could feel the possessiveness stirring within him again, the need to know everything about her, to claim her as his own. But he forced himself to push those thoughts aside, at least for now. He could be patient if it meant getting closer to her. Elrond leaned back in his seat, his eyes never leaving her face.

"Have… do you have a lover?" he asked, his voice soft and nonchalant, as if the question didn't mean much to him either way. She blushed at his words, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. "N-No," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't have a… a lover." A wave of satisfaction washed over him, and he had to fight to keep his expression neutral. Good, he thought, the possessive fire within him growing stronger. She's unclaimed.

He couldn't help but smile at her answer, his thoughts already racing with ideas of how he could keep her that way. "No lover, hm?" he said, his voice smooth and silky. "You're a free woman, then. No bonds or ties to hold you down." She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her eyes flickering to the side before meeting his gaze again. "Yes, I'm… I'm free," she said, her voice soft and uncertain. Elrond's smile widened a glint of possessiveness in his eyes. "I see," he said, his voice taking on a silky tone. "A free woman, with no ties to hold her down. That's quite a rare thing to find these days, don't you think?"

She shifted again, her eyes darting to the floor as she fidgeted with the hem of her dress. "I suppose so," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. Elrond observed her, noting the way she fidgeted in her seat and avoided his gaze. "You seem nervous," he said softly, his voice smooth and calming. "Is something troubling you, little one?" She looked up at him, her eyes wide and vulnerable. "I-I'm not nervous," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "I just… I'm not used to talking to elven lords, that's all." He chuckled softly at her words, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You have nothing to be nervous about, my dear," he said, his voice gentle. "I'm no different from any other Elf, despite my title. Don't let the thought of talking to an elven lord put you on edge." As Elrond's words sunk in, she felt a wave of relief wash over her. He seems harmless enough, she thought, her heart rate slowly returning to normal.

"I suppose you're right," she said softly, her voice gaining a hint of confidence. "I don't need to be nervous. You're not so imposing, are you?" He chuckled again, clearly amused by her boldness. "No, I suppose I'm not," he said, his eyes glinting with humor. "But I must say, I'm surprised by your sudden confidence. You were a shy, blushing mess just a few moments ago." Her cheeks flushed red again at his words, her eyes darting away from his gaze.

"I… I was just caught off guard, that's all," she stammered, her voice shaking slightly. "But I'm fine now. I'm not scared of you if that's what you're wondering." Elrond chuckled again, clearly enjoying her flustered state. "I'm glad to hear it," he said, his voice soft and velvety. "I wouldn't want you to be scared of me. I'm not such a fearsome creature to warrant fear." she then mentioned breakfast broke through his thoughts, and he felt a pang of irritation at the idea of her leaving so soon. But he forced himself to remain calm, not wanting to show his possessiveness too early.

"You were headed to breakfast, you say?" he said, his voice cool and neutral. "What a shame. I was hoping we could continue our conversation." As she mentioned her destination, he remembered her earlier request. "Ah, yes," he said, his voice cool and composed. "I had agreed to escort you to the dining hall, hadn't I? I suppose we should make our way there then before the food gets cold." He stood up from his seat, his movements graceful and fluid. "Shall we?" he said, offering her his arm. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering to his outstretched arm and back up to his face. She knew she should accept, considering he had offered to escort her, but something about him made her feel uneasy. But she pushed that feeling aside, telling herself she was being silly, and took his arm with a small nod.

As she took his arm, Elrond felt a jolt of possessiveness surge through him. It took all his self-control to keep his expression neutral, his inner thoughts a mess of conflicting emotions. She's mine, he thought, his mind already spinning plans to keep her by his side. He guided her out of the room with a firm grip on her arm, his mind racing as he plotted his next move. As they walked, he glanced down at her, admiring her delicate features and the way her hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders. He couldn't help but notice how small she was next to him, how fragile she seemed. It only served to increase his possessiveness, the need to protect and claim her growing stronger with every step they took. As they walked, he kept her close, subtly guiding her with his hand on her arm. His mind was a mess of possessive thoughts, schemes, and plans on how he could keep her by his side, how he could make her his own.

As they entered the dining hall, Elrond discreetly surveyed the room, his gaze landing on Thranduil, who was seated at a nearby table, deep in conversation with a group of elvish advisors.

Elrond led Star towards an empty table nearby, still keeping a firm grip on her arm, before turning to Thranduil. "Thranduil," he called out, his voice smooth and neutral. Thranduil looked up at the sound of his name, his eyes narrowing slightly as they landed on Elrond and Star. Ah, he thought, a flicker of hunger passing through his eyes. Elrond has brought her here.

"Elrond," he replied, his voice smooth and regal. "I see you have a companion today." Elrond chuckled, his grip on Star's arm tightening slightly. "Indeed I do," he said, his voice cool and casual. "I found this lovely young woman wandering the halls, and offered to escort her to breakfast. She's quite shy, as you can see." Thranduil's gaze flicked to Star, his eyes roaming over her body with thinly veiled interest. "Shy, is she?" he said, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. "How delightful." Elrond suppressed a growl at Thranduil's words, his possessiveness flaring up at the other elf's interest in Star. He pulled her closer to his side, a subtle act of claiming her as his own. Thanduil chuckled, noticing Elrond's possessive gesture. "Now, now, old friend. No need to get worked up," he said, his voice playful and casual. "Let's not scare our shy little friend, shall we?"

Star looked nervously between the two elvish lords, feeling a sense of unease at the tension between them. She wasn't sure what Elrond and Thranduil were talking about, but she had a feeling it involved her somehow. Elrond shot Thanduil a quick glare, silently warning him to tread carefully. He had noticed Star's unease, and he didn't want her to become more alarmed.

"Don't worry, my dear," he said to her, his voice softening. "Thranduil is just teasing, as usual. He doesn't mean any harm." Thranduil smirked at Elrond's glare, amused by his friend's obvious possessiveness towards their guest. He decided to have a little fun, see how far he could push Elrond's buttons.

"Of course, I don't mean any harm," he said, his voice smooth and silky. "I'm simply admiring the beauty that you've brought to our table." Elrond took a deep breath, fighting to control his own emotions. He knew he had agreed to share her, but seeing Thanduil eye her with such interest was making it difficult for him to keep his possessiveness in check. Star had been silently observing the exchange between Thanduil and Elrond, her unease growing with every passing moment. She felt like a prize being fought over, and it was making her uncomfortable.

"Um," she spoke up, her voice hesitant and soft. "What are you talking about?" Elrond and Thanduil both turned their attention to her, their expressions schooled into masks of nonchalant indifference.

"Oh, nothing you need to worry about, my dear," Elrond said, his voice casual. "Just a little… teasing, between friends." Thanduil chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "That's right," he said, his voice smooth and velvety. "Just a little banter. Nothing for you to concern yourself with." As the tension in the air grew thicker, Star shifted uncomfortably, feeling like an outsider during this silent battle of possessiveness between Elrond and Thanduil. She wanted to find an escape from this awkward situation.

"Um, why don't we all sit together?" she suggested quietly. Elrond and Thanduil exchanged a glance, both of them silently communicating with each other. They both knew that sitting together would only make their possessiveness even more palpable, but they also didn't want to refuse her request. "Of course, my dear," Elrond said, his voice smooth and practiced. "That sounds like a delightful idea." Thanduil nodded in agreement, his eyes still locked on Star. "Yes, a delightful idea indeed."

The three of them made their way to a nearby table, the air around them thick with tension and unspoken desires. Elrond helped Star into her seat, his hand lingering on her back for a moment longer than necessary. Thanduil took his seat across from them, his eyes roaming over Star hungrily as if he were mentally undressing her with his gaze. Elrond, not missing the way Thanduil was looking at Star, felt a pang of possessiveness rise again. He forced himself to remain calm, reminding himself that he had agreed to share her. Star, feeling the weight of their gazes on her, felt her heart pounding in her chest. She was starting to feel more and more like a piece of meat in between two hungry predators.

As they sat in silence, the tension in the air was palpable. Elrond and Thanduil's eyes kept wandering to Star, their possessive thoughts growing stronger with every passing second. Thanduil couldn't help but let his eyes roam over Star again, admiring her delicate features and petite frame. He imagined all the things he wanted to do to her, all the ways he could make her his.

Elrond, not liking the way Thanduil was leering at her, tried to subtly put himself between them, as if trying to shield her from his friend's hungry gaze. Thanduil noticed Elrond's protective gesture, his smirk growing wider. He's getting possessive again, he thought, his possessiveness flaring up in response.

Elrond, sensing Thanduil's reaction, shot him a warning glare. Keep your eyes off her, his expression said. As the tension between them continued to build, a distraction arose in the form of servants bringing in platters of food. The smell of fresh bread and hot food filled the air, momentarily breaking the spell cast by their possessive thoughts.

The servants placed the food on the table, and the three of them began to help themselves, filling their plates with a mix of fruits, pastries, and other breakfast delicacies. They began eating in awkward silence, the sound of silverware clinking against plates the only thing breaking the tense atmosphere.

Elrond and Thanduil continued to steal glances at Star, their eyes filled with unabashed greed. They both wanted her, and it was becoming harder for them to hide their desires. As they continued to eat, Thranduil finally broke the silence with a smooth suggestion.

"You know," he said, his voice casual and nonchalant. "I was thinking of taking a walk in the gardens after breakfast. It's such a lovely morning. Perhaps you'd like to join me, my dear."

Elrond tensed, his possessiveness flaring up again as he saw Thanduil make his attempt to woo Star. Star looked at Thanduil, her eyes flickering over to Elrond for a moment before responding. "Um, sure," she said softly. "A walk in the gardens sounds nice."

Elrond's grip on his fork tightened, his knuckles turning white. He didn't like the thought of Star spending time alone with Thanduil, but he knew he couldn't refuse her. Thanduil's smirk widened as he noticed Elrond's reaction. "Excellent," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "We'll have a lovely time together, I'm sure."

Elrond gritted his teeth, forcing himself to remain calm. He knew he couldn't make a scene in front of Star, but he was already planning all the ways he could sabotage their little stroll together. As they finished their breakfast, Thanduil quickly rose from the table, eager to spend some alone time with Star.

He offered her his arm, a charming smile on his lips. "Are you ready, my dear?" Star looked up at him, her eyes still flicking over to Elrond, who was sitting next to her, his expression neutral. She felt a small pang of guilt at leaving him behind, but she also couldn't help but feel a little excited at the prospect of spending some time with Thanduil. "Yes, I'm ready," she said softly, taking his arm.

As he led her away from the table, Thanduil shot Elrond a smug smirk. He knew that his friend was seething with jealousy, and he was enjoying every moment of it. Elrond watched as Thanduil and Star walked away together, his jaw clenched tight. He was seething with jealousy, his possessive thoughts swirling in his mind.

Thanduil glanced back over his shoulder, his smirk widening as he saw the look on Elrond's face. "Seems like our friend didn't like that very much," he murmured to Star, a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

(tell me if yall would like changes, ill try to keep it in mind. i didn't want to use y/n so I picked something different. i do think I made the characters a bit of ooc but they are yandere so that is to be expected. i plan on next chapter focused purely on thranduil also I know that people might not like how shy and stuff she is but I think that she diff feels small next to elrond and thranduil, next chapter ill try to make her more confident as I think that thranduil is a more teasing person and can make people open up better since he is so interested)

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Jaehaerys I x reader

Tyland Lannister x reader

Yanderes who become kings guard for male reader

Otto hightower x reader

Daemon targeryan x reader

Maegor x escapee reader

Ned stark question 1

Stannis Baratheon x reader

Otto Hightower x reader x platonic alicent

Poly viserys and Otto x reader

Poly viserys and Otto x reader

Poly viserys and Otto x reader question 1

Poly viserys and Otto x reader questions 2

Criston Cole x reader

Corys velaryon x reader

Criston Cole x reader part 2

Otto x reader x viserys question 3

Platonic aegon x platonic aemond x reader

Erryk cargyll x targeryan princess x arryk cargyll

Jacaerys veleryan x reader

Harry Potter / fantastic beasts :

Tom riddle x reader question

Gellert grindelwald x reader

Orion black x reader

Newt scamander x reader

Aberforth dumbledore x reader

Tom riddle x malfoy reader

Knights of walpurgis x reader

Cygnus black x reader

Cygnus black x reader questions

Cygnus black x reader questions 2

Pollux black x reader

Cygnus black x reader question 3

Cygnus black x reader question 4

Cygnus reaction to reader not wanting her children to be death eaters

Who wants the most children Orion or Cygnus black?

Orion black part 2

Poly orion and Cygnus black x reader

Poly marauders x Slytherin reader

Walpurgis x muggle reader

Lucius malfoy x reader

Salazar Slytherin x reader

Hobbit/ lotr :

Thranduil x fairy reader

Thranduil x fairy reader with children

Thranduil x fairy reader 3

Thranduil x fairy reader part of the company

Thranduil x fairy reader question

Haldir x reader

Would yandere Thranduil still join the battle of five armies

Yandere thorin Oakenshield x reader

Twilight:

Marcus volturi x reader

Aro volturi x reader

Cauis volturi x reader

Marcus volturi x reader part 2

Marcus volturi x stubborn reader

Aro volturi x reader (who doesn’t care )

Beaststars :

Ogma x reader

Tem x reader

Poly gohin and oguma x reader

X-men:

Erik lehsnherr x reader

Erik lehsnherr questions 1

Historical characters:

Henry VIII x reader

Henry VIII x reader question 1

Baldwin IV x reader

Oc’s

Knight x reader

[reverieparacosm]

Could i perhaps request what it would be like to be in a relationship with the witch-king during his reign of Angmar? F!Reader please! (Also hello hope you are well!)

Headcanons what it would be like to be in a relationship with the Witch-King of Angmar

Witch-King of Angmar (Lord of the Rings) x F!Reader

Warnings: manipulative behavior, toxic relationship, possessive behaviors, worshipping

Note: Hiii! I am fine. :D I am happy that someone finally wants a Witch-King fanfic! There are not enough fanfics about him! :3

Living in Angmar, you would be surrounded by a desolate and barren landscape. The realm itself reflects the Witch-King's malevolent influence, adding to the overall sense of despair and hopelessness

You become a source of light and hope for the Witch-King

You see beyond his dark exterior and recognize the flicker of humanity that still resides within him. Your presence challenges his beliefs and makes him question his allegiance to Sauron

"You are mine, body and soul. No one else shall lay claim to what belongs to me."

His possessive and manipulative nature would drive him to do anything to have you and keep you away from others

You would be the first person to evoke unfamiliar emotions within him, and he would be determined not to let you slip away easily

The Witch-King has high expectations regarding your appearance in public. He will not tolerate you dressing like a slob, and he will react strongly if you challenge him on this matter

Prepare to be lavished with an extravagant amount of jewelry. The Witch-King will spare no expense in adorning you with opulent accessories

He would give you your own servants

His love language for him can be quality time together, although sometimes he can leave his comfort zone and be affectionate with physical contact

Despite the darkness that surrounds him, the Witch-King has an insatiable desire to make you happy

"In my arms, you shall find ecstasy that transcends the mortal realm. I will show you pleasures beyond your wildest imagination."

He may go to great lengths to fulfill your desires and shower you with extravagant gifts and grand gestures

He treats you like an absolute Queen

Living with the Witch-King would likely require you to isolate yourself from the outside world

Your relationship would need to be kept secret, and your interactions with others would be limited to ensure your safety and the preservation of the Witch-King's image

The halls of Angmar would be populated by monsters, serving as the Witch-King's loyal minions. These monsters would add to the sense of dread and foreboding within the realm

Being in a relationship with the Witch-King would expose you to constant fear and danger. His enemies would view you as a potential weakness to exploit, making you a target for their attacks

A deep sense of loyalty binds you to the Witch-King. Despite the challenges and dangers, you find yourself drawn to him, captivated by his enigmatic presence and the intensity of your connection

He is quite interested in what you like, and he is willing to learn things you like just for the fun of it

Occasionally, he may refer to you as his pet. However, it is crucial to note that anyone else who dares to use that term in reference to you will face a painful death

"My love for you is an eternal flame, burning brighter with each passing moment. No distance or obstacle can extinguish it."

Having the Witch-King as your protector ensures that no one with a functioning brain would dare to mess with you. The mere thought of crossing him fills people with unimaginable fear, and some individuals are even afraid to look in your direction due to the consequences they may face

He becomes fiercely protective of you, willing to defy Sauron's orders to keep you safe

Sauron would be jealous of the Witch-King's divided attention and suspicious of your influence on his most trusted servant. He would closely monitor your interactions, trying to discern any signs of disloyalty or betrayal

"I am the shadow that protects you, my love. With a single command, I can bring kingdoms to their knees and shape the world to our whims."

[aphroditelovesu]

Can I request a love letter from Irmo Lorien of LOTR? ❤️

My Dear (Y/N),

I write this letter with my heart throbbing with love and passion, unable to contain the feelings that burn within me. From the moment our eyes met, my life took a turn I could never have imagined. Every time I hear your voice, my world comes to life, and every smile of yours is like a ray of sunshine illuminating even the darkest corners of my soul.

Oh, my sweet (Y/N), how my love for you grows every moment! I am captivated by your grace and beauty, but also by the depth of your soul. I can't bear the thought of anyone else being close to you, of sharing the warmth that is rightfully mine. I promise to protect you from all threats, even if that means facing the darkest dangers.

I want to be the one to take care of you, to know every thought that crosses your mind, to know every detail of your life. I know my feelings are intense, but isn't that the purpose of true love? Open your heart to me, and accept my sincere desire to be by your side, no matter what. I will do anything to ensure your happiness, even if it means removing every obstacle that stands in our way.

I hope you understand the depth of my love for you, (Y/N). My passion is fierce, and I'm willing to do anything to protect you and keep you by my side. Don't worry my dear, my dedication to you is eternal and unshakable.

Eternally yours,

Irmo Lorien.