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[melpomaen]

🖍️ for the ask game!

From this ask game. 🖍 Post any sentence from your wip:

'If Mel were the one done up in bells and trinkets, I would be able to find him by the racket alone!' The marchwarden thought bitterly. 'He is the one who ought to be belled like a cat! Twice now he has gotten himself lost in these ill-begotten lands. Twice!'

//POV: You're Rúmil and you've lost your husband in a Gondorian city for the second time this month

#Rúmil of Lorien #WIP #@wareagleofthemountain #Writing #Inbox | ask games #fix tags later

[doodle-pops]

Hey! I was wondering if you could get into a little bit of what Galdor is like as a healer? Abilities, skill, mannerisms ect.

I had to spend some time on this since I've never went so in depth with his character. Enjoy!

I would classify Galdor as a mixture of a holistic, traditional and spiritual healer. One who understands that there's lots of connection between the mind, body, soul and emotions. Galdor doesn't just treat the injury the individual is experiencing, he understands that there can be an aftermath of these scars in physical, mental and emotional aspects, so he treats all as one giant injury.

Keeping in tune with his holistic and traditional approach, Galdor relies on a mixture of herbal remedies and other natural healing methods to treat an individual. This reflects in his personality as someone who is open-minded and conscious of the differences in people. He's aware that medicine isn't the same for each person, hence the branches of methods he adapts into his practices. From exercises, herbal medicines, stress and emotional therapy and more. He might not be the person who does all these things, but it's a part of his system; having healers in different departments responsible for various types of healing.

I also emphasise that he's also responsible for agriculture which plays a massive part in the nutritional aspect of healing someone. Plants, fruits and vegetables are at his beck and call, so he also lays out plans for people. They are filled with essential aromatic herbs for aromatherapy (meditation and baths) and tea, and nutritional diets to help get the body back into homeostasis.

Lastly, a huge part of elves' custom is healing through energy flow; the spiritual and traditional aspect of healers. They reach out to feel for the fëa of the individual and focus their strengths through enchantments and prayers to ensure the energy within the fëa is strengthened.

As a healer, Galdor is essentially a gentle person. Healers aren't known for being aggressive or rough. They tend to have patience since they are dealing with people's life and different individuals. His approach is filled with serenity and tenderness. This is a key characteristic of his personality.

#{wareagleofthemountain} #galdor #galdor headcanons #character talks .𑁍༊˚

[modernmythic]

Hi Hailey! I really like your Glorfindel fics and your  renaissance cosplay! I was actually just looking for Victorian dresses for the dickens fair today.

Aww thank you so much!!! It means so much to me that people are still reading and enjoying my fic even though I'm so slow and sporadic with my writing 🥺💕 I definitely want to write more Glorfindel soon. I just love him 💛 Also I must know more about the Dickens fair???? Do you dress like Charles Dickens characters?? What do you do there?

#ask #wareagleofthemountain

[lady-of-imladris]

URL Song Challenge

Thank you so much for tagging me @rebelbagel <3 <3 sorry this took a while

Rules: A song for each letter in your URL

Let the LIght in - Lana Del Rey

All Too Well (10 Minute Version) - Taylor Swift

Dorian - Agnes Obel

You're Losing Me - Taylor Swift

Out Of The Woods - Taylor Swift

For A Little While - Johnossi

I miss you, I'm sorry - Gracie Abrams

Margaret - Lana Del Rey

Lovely - Billie Eilish

AUS23 (1:1) - Charles Leclerc

Daylight - David Kushner

Royalty - schopenhash

I Know The End - Phoebe Bridgers

Scott Street - Phoebe Bridgers

No pressure tagging @kylobith @fictionalmenjusthitdifferent (good luck with that long ass URL of yours bestie) @wareagleofthemountain and @orehuna <3 and open tags of course!

#tysm for tagging me <3 #song tag game

[imagine-all-the-elves]

Imagine Glorfindel complimenting you in old Quenya, smirking and simply pecking your lips, when you ask what he’s saying.

Author: @wareagleofthemountain

Artist: Kazyki-Mendou

#glorfindel #glorfindel imagines #imagines #elf imagines #elves #rivendell elves #the silmarillion

[elithilanor]

A question from @wareagleofthemountain and while it’s in the same vein as the last one, out of an abundance of caution, I wanted to keep them separate due to possible ED triggers:

Given Haldir’s love of cooking, what is his favorite thing to bake?

I hc that Haldir's best and most relaxing thing to bake is bread due to the time and kneading it takes to make. I've always hc'ed it as an anomaly that, at least in Noldorin elvish society - particularly noble culture - men make the bread (this is based on the idea that women make lembas and it could easily be extended to all breads as a woman/feminine IDing craft). I personally hc that there are some societal holdovers in Lothlórien that are specifically Noldorin due to Galadriel and those who likely stayed with her, despite her marriage to Celeborn and the predominantly Sindar and Silvan population they oversee.

Haldir's baking of bread reminds him of his (now deceased outside of his brothers) family and is often seen as an extension of his love and care for those in his life.

(He has a guilty pleasure for lemon custards and creams and absolutely adores citrus season for all the lemon tarts he gets to make. They're a very hot commodity and in low-citrus years, can often be used to barter and secure favors for those who managed to snag a batch. In the Haldir x OFC universe, he started making them for her and things quickly spiraled out of control.)

...and how would he react if his partner had a bad habit of skipping meals when stressed?

I think it really depends on why his partner is skipping meals (eg do they forget or does it make them nauseous when they eat due to the stress?). In the first case, I think he'd have a tendency to bake or cook extra and make sure there are snacks around. I can see him just dropping by during their workday if he's home and dropping off lunch or swinging by their desk and putting a bowl of dried nuts or a pastry or chopped fruit by their hand. When he's not home, he'd prepare what he could in advance and request that his brothers stop by for meals as often as they can (along with any mutual friends of theirs).

In the latter, I think he'd make something simple like toast a very light soup just so his partner is getting some nutrients in their system even if they can't physically eat. He's definitely a worrier so I can see him pulling his partner into his arms and trying to help them mitigate the stress first so they could actually eat.

Haldir tag-list: @glassgulls @sotwk

#possible eating disorder #tw ed #tw eating disorders #Haldir #Haldir headcannons #Haldir of Lothlórien #Haldir x gn reader #Elithilanor #cw eds #cw eating disorders #Haldir baking hcs

[sotwk]

Hi! I love your Thranduil HCs! They’re so in depth and well thought out. I know he can tend to be a stubborn, hardheaded warrior at times (okay, maybe most of the time) but what are your HCs of what he’s like when he’s with his wife one on one? Especially if she’s had a stressful week? I think that would be really cute! Thank you!

Thank you kindly, @wareagleofthemountain! (And apologies for taking so long to respond.) The phrasing of your question seems to be asking for general ideas of how Thranduil behaves around or treats his wife, but I will address it as it applies specifically to his relationship with my own OC, Elvenqueen Maereth, since their shared history plays a big role in his all-consuming, passionate love for her.

About Thranduil's love for his wife

Their Background History for Context...

It was not love at first sight for Thranduil and Maereth. Although they found each other very attractive and felt a certain pull between them, she was put off by his arrogance, and he felt insulted by her dismissiveness towards him.

Gradually, as they learned more about each other, they developed a friendship that deepened over many years.

Thranduil eventually realized that he had fallen in love with Maereth because it pained him to be separated from her--something he had never experienced in any relationship he's ever had. He pined for her like a lovesick idiot.

Because Maereth resided on the other side of the Mountains in Eregion, Thranduil repeatedly traveled the long distance back and forth just to see her. His frequent absences soon caught the attention of his father.

King Oropher vehemently disapproved of his son's interest in an "outsider" Noldor "of kinslayer blood", and Thranduil's declaration of his love for Maereth only worsened the strife between them.

Fancast: Jennifer Connelly as Maereth

Maereth was caught in the middle of the War of the Elves and Sauron; she was among the fighters taking their last stand at Ost-in-Edhil when it fell and her kinsman Lord Celebrimbor was slain.

Defying Oropher's orders, Thranduil took his personal guard and joined with Prince Amroth's forces as they rode out to fight alongside Elrond and the Dwarves of Khazad-dum.

By the time rescuers came, Maereth had already been tortured and was gravely injured, and witnessing her so close to death traumatized Thranduil. He never forgot that terror of almost losing her, and resulted in him forever being very protective of her.

Although Maereth finally confessed to reciprocating Thranduil's love, she rejected his marriage proposal, knowing Oropher and the powerful nobles of Greenwood did not approve of her.

Maereth's gift of foresight revealed to her that Thranduil's future as Elvenking would be critical for the survival of the Woodland Realm, and she feared his insistence on marrying her threatened his position as heir to the throne.

It took centuries of hard work and negotiating for Thranduil to convince his father and the rest of the King's council to grant him permission to take Maereth as his wife and mother of his heirs.

After so many years of heartache and waiting for both of them, Maereth was immeasurably happy to finally accept Thranduil's third proposal.

....and finally, answers to your actual question...

What is Thranduil like when he's alone with his wife?

I wrote out their history to justify the depth of Thranduil's love for Maereth. He pined and waited and worked so hard to finally call her his own, and so she is by far the greatest treasure he cares for most in the world.

When facing people outside of their immediate family (subjects, friends, visitors), the Elvenking and Queen behave more formally and demonstrate great respect toward each other. They address each other as "My King/Lord" and "My Queen/Lady". Maereth refers to Thranduil as "Your Grace", as do their sons, to always impress upon others his power and status as King.

But when they are alone with each other, they use a variety of endearments, mostly in Quenya, in honor of Maereth's lineage.

Young Thranduil and Maereth started off as dear friends, with plenty of joy and laughter in their relationship. None of that faded after they fell madly in love, got married, had children.

In private, they enjoy teasing one one another with jokes and playful banter. Maereth has embraced Thranduil's brand of humor, which can often be crass and off-putting to others, so he always feels free to speak his true mind with her.

Thranduil never shows tears, sorrow, or any sign of weakness in front of anyone (including his sons); the vulnerable side of him is only ever seen by his wife. (The only exceptions occurred when she died.)

When struck by sentimental or nostalgic moods, Thranduil can get extraordinarily soft, sappy, and gushy with Maereth. He would profess his feelings in eloquent words and hold her as though afraid of ever letting go.

In public, Thranduil is less touchy with his Queen, but even outsiders can immediately tell how much he adores her just from body language and the way he looks at her--and vice versa. (Pardon the language, but eye-f*ck is very much a thing between these two.)

Unlike many married elves who grow disinterested with intercourse once they are done bearing children, Thranduil and Maereth's desires for one another never diminished over their long marriage. (Translation: they do it a lot.)

Except for a couple of notable exceptions in their entire history, Thranduil absolutely refuses to be parted from Maereth for longer than several weeks. (Compared to most elven couples who separate for years at a time.)

Artwork credit: Anna Miarczynska

Some romantic things Thranduil does/has done for his wife

Maereth can have anything her heart desires just by asking Thranduil for it. Period. (Fortunately, she is a humble lady without an ounce of greed in her body.)

Maereth gave up her freedom to travel all over Middle-earth (which she loved to do) when she took on her responsibilities as Elvenqueen, so Thranduil did everything he could to bring the world to her. Traders and travelers were welcomed to Greenwood so they could bring goods and stories from across the realms to the Elvenqueen.

Before Maereth even agreed to marry him, Thranduil built a magnificent palace for her and the family he wished for them to have. It included, most notably, a massive library to rival the ones from the great cities of Men.

Their home is always filled with an ever-rotating variety of flowers, due to Maereth's great love for them.

Maereth is also passionate about the arts, so artists and craftsmen were frequently commissioned to create pieces for their palace.

Thranduil's wardrobe (as seen in The Hobbit films) may be fabulous, but it pales in comparison to that of the Elvenqueen's (at Thranduil's insistence, not hers).

Maereth is a very hands-on, hardworking Queen who whole-heartedly devotes herself to the service of their people. Early in their rule she had a habit of overworking herself until she became too tired and weary, forcing her husband to intervene.

Thranduil built a special, separate house for them high up in the peaks of the Emyn Duir that they would regularly retreat to for some time alone together. Their fourth son, Gelir, was conceived there.

For more Thranduil/Mirkwood headcanons: SotWK HC Masterlist

Tolkien Headcanon tag list (plus some others who have shown interest in this subject--thank you all!): @quickslvxr @laneynoir @auttumnsayshi @achromaticerebus @tamryniel @friendofthefellowshipsnerdblog @blueberryrock @aduialel @glassgulls @ladyweaslette @klytemnestra13 @creativity-of-death @heilith @fizzyxcustard @absentmindeduniverse @lathalea @tamurilofrivendell @jordie-your-local-halfling @ladyk8tie @princesschimchim1325 @kazimina @scyllas-revenge @asianbutnotjapanese @conversacomsmaug @lemonivall @ratsys

#sotwk answers #sotwk headcanon #thranduil #thranduil headcanon #thranduil x elvenqueen #thranduil x oc #the hobbit #tolkien

[glassgulls]

You deserve asks and questions too! I want to pick your brain for all your smartness and wonder

Tell me: what are your personal and most favorite Haldir hcs you have?

Hmm smartness and wonder may be not be the right terms for it but here goes! Very nervous about this. Buckle up for some Glassgulls bullshit.

✨Haldir headcannons✨

This mostly encompasses elves as well. But as I've discussed (obsessively rambled) at @heilith that elves can be laser focused, almost hyperfixate when they come across something or someone that provokes something in them. Possibly this is the teenage gothic romance buried deep in me, but I love the thought that these beings who live for such vast expanses of time could be prone to bouts of ennui. So when there happens to be someone or something that sparks that fire in them again they could become consumed by it. (Can you tell I used to read a lot of gothic vampire/horror?). Haldir I think when the right soul comes along would experience this too. Not to the detriment of his responsibilities as that is far too important to him, but in his own way would express this. The need to be in their presence, not clingy or hanging off his partner but just wanting to be near them. Beside them, or watching them in their professional element.

Haldir is more than a little feral. I say this with my own thought process that he and those who are on regular long patrols are away from the main society of elves. Periods of patrolling the wilds and sparsely populated areas I imagine would make anyone more than a little disconnected from the high social norms of polite society. More primal, and connected to the wild and roving expanses of nature. I don't think he is alone in this I feel like other Matchwardens/rangers are also under this vein. Aragon is a prime example of a wild, feral boi. Haldir is, literally, lifetimes ahead of Aragon on that front.

With the above in mind I think Haldir would be attracted to someone who has similar life experience. Possibly another ranger or another isolating job. That little wild, unbridled part of him finding another soul that understand even provoke that side of him? Yes please.

Haldir is reserved in the company or strangers and those not in his inner circle but I wouldn't ever think he would be intentionally mean or an asshole. Like I said, the guy's away from constant social interactions, he's just a little aloof. Probably much more noticeable after a longer patrol away.

These are just some off the top of my head, hopefully they don't induce utter rage in people. Characters are very personal to people so I completely understand there will be people who disagree with me. Thank you so much for the ask @creativity-of-death it was a lot of fun thinking on this. ♥️ I hope it was coherent. 🥴

Elf tagging: @elithilanor, @heilith, @sotwk, @wareagleofthemountain. If I do anymore and you would like tagged please let me know.

#asks answered #haldir of lorien #haldir #haldir headcannon #my own bullshit and obvious thoughts

[sachiko1309]

The treasure of my heart

This story of a sweet Haldir taking care of Visha his soon to be wife was written at the request of: @wareagleofthemountain

Sumary: Visha gets overwhelmed and Haldir takes care of her. Hurt/comfort a lot of soft smut and fluff

Word count: 4621

Warnings: taking care of a wound, smut, Minors DNI

This is part of a fanfiction I write on Wattpad. Its called "the prophecy of the elven warrior" A fanfiction dealing with Visha the main character drawn between the Commander of the marchwardens and the prince of Mirkwood. Feel free to check it out, as I am almost finished with updating it. 😉🥰

I was walking through the woods of Lórien, letting my thoughts wander. My leg still hurt from time to time, leaving me with a visible limp. The healers assured me it would fade over time, but that’s not what I worried about the most. My thoughts were occupied with Geralt, Jaskier and Yennifer. Since I have been told I could never go back to my world, I wondered what my chosen family would think happened to me.

Would they think I got killed during my fight with the drowned dead?

Would they search for my body?

I was sure Jaskier would be openly devastated, while Geralt would try to push his feelings away. He would probably overthrow himself with the responsibility of my death, searching for release in alcohol and Yennifer.

Thinking of how destroyed I let them behind I couldn’t help but sink to my knees. A choked up whimper made its way through my throat initiating tears to spring from my eyes. The whole weight of my situation just came crushing down in that moment, pressing the air out of my lungs, leaving me shaking on the ground, having a full-on panic attack.

Due to me dropping to the floor without further care the wound on my leg started to bleed again. I didn’t care. I was curled to the side, arms hugging my legs, tears running down my cheeks, dropping to the damp forest floor. This was how Haldir found me. He tried to speak to me, snap me out of my psychotic state, but I didn’t react to him. So he picked me up, carrying me towards the little house I was sorted to stay in.

The closer we got, the more agitated I became. I didn’t want to be in the house that had me in a tight grip during my nightmares in the night. Although I wasn’t a prisoner, being left in a world I didn’t know, with people I didn’t understand, with nothing left to do, than lay in bed or wander through the realm I certainly felt like one.

I clinged to his tall frame, seeking stability from the only one I trusted enough. He wasn’t around often, due to his duties protecting the realm from the ever-growing packs of orcs. But when he was, he would sit with me in silence. Eat a meal he brought around, sharpen his weapons alongside me or just watch the birds and insects flying over the river in front of my house.

Without any further instructions he turned around walking down a path I didn’t recognize through the veil of my tears. What I could make out, were several elves standing aside, bowing their head in respect of Haldir, once we passed them. They tried their best to not stare, but I could feel their eyes upon me. Ever so often giving a slight shake of the head whispering in their language.

I learned rather quickly that it was seen as inappropriate for elves that didn’t court to touch, so me being carried in Haldirs arms, crying and holding on for dear life, while also ruining his marchwarden uniform, was probably a capital offence. But I didn’t care. My mind was occupied with the pain of loosing family, the pain of my leg, the irritation from being held by the Lórien prince who always made sure to never get to close to me.

Once we reached a Talan, I believed to be his, in one of the tall mellow trees he sat me down on the floor in front of his bed. I curled up to a ball again, still sobbing into the soft carpet. I heard him rummage through the room, then he called for a servant, they talked and the servant ran of doing whatever Haldir told him. Shortly he came back with a bucket in his hands and a handful of other elves following him.

Haldir crouched down next to me. “You need to take a bath, and let me clean your wound.” I didn’t respond, so he pressed on: “Please, I need to inspect your wound.” When I didn’t answer him other than grabbing his hand, still shaking from crying he sat down next to me. Stroking my head, watching the servants to fill the bathtub in the other room. When they were finished, the last woman to leave gave him a slight nod and quietly closed the door behind her.

“Come, Visha.” Haldir got up and pulled me to my feet. With his assistance I made it to the bathroom, sitting down on the edge of the tub. He turned around and gave me a few things: “Here, a towel, some soap and fresh clothes for you to wear when you are finished.” Putting the things down on the shelf next to me, he walked to the door, but I stopped him from leaving: “Please don’t go.”

Hearing my voice laced with desperation and fear he stopped in his track, closing the door. “Okey. I will stay here.” He said, not turning around. His stoic demeanor, trying to keep my dignity by not looking at me had me slip a slight giggle. “You can turn around.” I said. “I have bathed next to man before. You know? Living among mercenaries and riding through the lands to find someone paying for your services leads to a simple nature bound life.”

He cleared his throat. “I understand your points, but where I am from, a lady’s honor and innocence must be protected.”

“But what if said lady told you to not maintain those standards?” I asked, wiping my tears away, once they stopped flowing. A shaky noise rumbled through his chest. “I am not quit certain of your words, my lady. Please repeat it in a different phrasing. I might have not understood the meaning correctly. Forgive me, but your language is not spoken often by me.”

“I think you understood very well, what I am asking of you.” I pressed on, starting to undress myself. Slowly he turned around, eyes trained on the floor.

I was now in underwear, walking up to him. “I think you might look at my wound now.” I said softly, putting my hands on his chest. Clearing his throat, he pointed towards a chair in the corner of the room. “Take a seat, while I collect the things I need.” He still wasn’t looking at me, while he rushed out the room, only to reappear minutes later. Kneeling in front of my and taking my thigh in his hand. Carefully he removed the bandages covering my wound. They were bled through, but when he reached the wound, we could see it was only a small reopening.

With delicate movements, to not hurt me, he coated the wound in the herbal mixtures the healers created for such occasions. He didn’t wrap my wound up again, standing up and taking a few steps back. “I will reapply the mixture and properly bandage you, once you have taken your bath.”

“Thank you.” I said walking over to the tub. Ridding me of my last clothes I stepped in fully naked, flinching at the heat of the water. But when I subsided my body into the heat, I moaned at the relaxing feeling. Holding out a hand to Haldir: “Join me, my prince. I believe you could need a hot bath to. Given the fact you work hard to protect all of us.”

“I cant, my lady. This is not appropriate.” He argued, eyes glued to the floor.

“Please.” I begged him. “I cant stand it anymore. Everyone is so distant to me. Nobody seems to understand my pain, or care for my physical well-being. I need someone to hug me, hold me, touch me. Please be the one to free my mind. I trust you and I need you.”

“Well fuck it.” I don’t know what brought him to throw all of his believes and values over board, but he did what I asked of him. Putting his long hair up in a bun and slowly stepping out his clothes while I watched him. Being the warrior he was, his built was much more muscular than typical for elves. His arms, chest and back were covered in scars ranging in size and healing states. I withheld myself from looking past his hipbones, hurrying to make room behind me in the bathtub. Carefully he stepped behind me, spreading his legs around me and pulling me into a tight hug. I could feel his chest rise and fall in a hectic state and I was unsure what got him so nervous.

But once I snuggled into his embrace, he visibly relaxed. Still unsure what to do with his hands he let them rest on the edge of the tub. I grabbed them both, sending him straight again into shock, when I wrapped them around my torso each hand landing on one of my breasts. “My lady!” He breathed out, instantly pulling back, but I held him in place firmly.

“Touch me!” I begged. Leaning my full weight on his body. His callused hands were tenderly gripping my breasts. Massaging them softly. I let my head fall onto his shoulder when his thumb stroked over my hardening nipple. Teeth biting down on my lips to prevent myself from moaning too loud. Cautiously his hands wandered over my body, mapping out every curve, every scar it possessed. When his hands reached the lower side of my body I spread my legs, inviting him in.

He didn’t give in to my silent begging, carrying on with stroking my thighs, ever so slightly brushing against my core, riling me up with anticipation. But he never gave in. Instead, he took the washing cloth from the floor and soaked it with the soapy water we were sitting in. He began to wash away any possible dirt on my body, always making sure to not put to much pressure on his movements. The lose strands that fell out of my bun, sorted themselves into the delicate touches of his hands. I let myself completely fall into his hands, giving him all the access, he needed, but never took advantage of, driving me mad.

“Haldir, please.” I breathed out, my voice dripping in need of his touches. He chuckled, pressing his hardening member against my lower back. “Such a needy little girl.” He teased. “I will take my time with you. Give you everything you deserve. There is no rush for us now.”

Hearing those words gave me some sort of relaxation, knowing, that my needs will be met. The cloth in his hand was regarded and now his fingers were again wandering over my body, taking the paths that were treated with the piece of fabric not long ago. But this time his touches were more intense, taking a hold of me.

The fingers of his right hand finally found my attention starved core. Tenderly stroking my outer folds, accidently brushing over my throbbing pearl. His other hand playing with my erect nipples, circling them, tugging on them. And when his lips sank down on my neck, the first moan rolled over my lips. His kisses were soft, sucking the skin between his teeth, licking the hot pain away his marks left behind. I was in heaven. My brain turned mushy and I was only reacting to his touches, how they deliberately played my body like a fine-tuned instrument.

Finally, his fingers went were I wanted them the most. Slowly he pushed one finger inside of my curling them against the spongy sweet spot in my core. My breath went irregular and I gasped, when his thumb pressed against my clit. He didn’t move it, just letting it sit there, putting light pressure in his sweetest touch. Soon a second finger followed, massaging me seductively. I couldn’t help myself but arch my back, to get more friction from his touch, but he kept me in place with his left arm, pressing me on his chest. “Uh uh… You are going to let me take care of you. Let yourself fall. I will catch you.”

And I did exactly as told. Letting go of my build up tension, fully trusting him. Once he realized I gave up my barriers, he started to move his fingers again. Still pressing me to him, he worked my pussy with the softest of touches I had ever felt. His thumb circling my clit, while his fingers massaged my inside. Creating a steady rhythm.

I closed my eyes, lips hanging open, not caring what sounds I let slip. A fire was starting in my stomach, burning its way down to my core. The longer he touched me the hotter the fire got, threatening to burn me alive. “You are doing so good for me.” His soft voice praising me, wrapping me up in silken ropes. My legs started to shake, the first indicator I was close to my release. I could feel the blood rush to my face, painting a light pink shade all over it. My walls started to flutter around his digits, trying to keep them inside of me. My head lulled back, his name a sweet prayer on my lips. I was now so close to the edge; I feared the abyss would swallow me whole. Grabbing onto his arm, that was holding me I unwillingly pierced his skin, when my orgasm washed over me.

“So beautiful.” He murmured, kissing my neck, my earlobes, and my chin. Slowly he pulled his fingers out, laying his hand on top of my throbbing core. My breathing was still irregular and I tried my best to steady it. Only then I realized I was still holding onto his arm, letting go immediately. “I am sorry.” I whispered, when I saw the indents in his skin.

“Don’t worry, meleth.” He reassured me, turning my head for our first kiss. His lips were soft and plump. I gasped at his boldness, which he shamelessly took advantage of, by slipping his tongue inside my mouth.

I don’t know how, but he was able to free himself under my bodyweight and stepped out of the bathtub, still leaning down for our kiss. He grabbed me under my arms pulling me out of the tub with the effortlessness I couldn’t comprehend. I shrieked at the sudden movement, clinging onto him. “I am sorry, meleth.” He apologized. “I forgot, that I am so much stronger than you. Comes with being an elf.” He tried to take the tension from me by joking.

“Meleth.” I repeated. “What does that mean?” He thought for a moment. “I would translate it to love. Its mostly used as a pet name.” Unsure how I would react he rowed back: “I can stop using it, if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“Meleth.” I let the word roll over my tongue. “It is beautiful. I like it.” Smiling down on him while I was still hanging in his arms. Only then I became painfully aware of the heat of his erect member only inches away from my core. I wriggled in his arms, causing him to let me slip a bit, now I was touching his cock with my wet entrance, forcing a low grunt from his lips.

Kissing him in anticipation I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist. He certainly got the hint, carrying me to the bedroom. Not without grabbing a towel and throwing it on the sheets first. Then he let our wet bodies sink into the mattress. Holding his bodyweight with his forearms, to prevent me from being crushed. He was radiating heat and lust, his body pressing me down. I spread my legs wider, inviting him in. “Please.” I begged. “I need to feel you. I want you.”

But he didn’t. He did the opposite. “I cant, Visha. You do not behold the consequences of this act.” Sinking back to his knees, face contorted between longing, desire and pain. “You humans might take sex lightly, but we elves don’t. Once we connect physically there is no turning back. I will not be able to withhold myself from you even if you chose to leave me. I will be bound to you for eternity. You need to know for sure you want to do this, because I will not force you to a bond you don’t want or cannot bring upon you.”

I scrunched my nose. “What do you mean ‘bound for eternity’?” He sighted: “Elves take a long time courting their partner, it can range from decades to centuries even. Because when we chose to be intimate with another person, our faes get bound together, leaving us in an unbreakable bond.”

“Faes?” I asked.

“Souls.” He answered. “When we do this, we are soul bound. Do you understand that?”

I nodded. “Okay.”

“No Visha.” His voice became agitated. “Not okay. I need you full consent to do this, to give your soul, your life to me. Because I will. The day we met, my fae called out for you, forcing me to be around you. I love you with all my heart and I promise to protect you with everything I can. Elves don’t love easily, but when they do, they do it with their whole being. We will be partners for life until death do us apart. There will be no turning back, no loophole, nothing. Just me and you.”

“Until death does us apart?” I questioned. That part scarred me. He nodded. “Yes. When one of us dies. The other will fall into a constant state of sorrow until they go to Valinor. Our place of afterlife, where we met again with our loved ones.”

“Do I get to be there, when I die?”

“When you are bound to me, yes.” He answered.

“Okay.” I repeated, spreading my legs wider. “I love you and I trust you. You where there for me, when no one else was. Keeping me sane, caring for my well-being. I want to be your partner, to be your rock, protector, lover, friend. All of it. But…” I stopped.

“What?” He looked scarred.

“Do you see that scar on my body?” I pointed towards the z looking scar and the double-crossed x. He nodded, tracing its outlines.

“The two x above each other is inguz our symbol for fertility, the z is ihwaz the rune for eternity and immortality. As you know I was born a witch, raised by witchers. Those two scars mean, I sacrificed my fertility for immortality. I did it to stay with Geralt, the man who saved me. So, I will not be able to ever give you children. And I understand if you want children, or if you are expected to have them. I wont be disappointed if you would leave me now.” I turned my head to the side, fighting for the tears to stop forming, but I lost.

“Don’t cry, meleth.” He soothed me. “I don’t care about children and I am not expected to have them. I have brothers may this task be laid upon them.” He had a angered grin on his face. “I only care about being with you. If you still want me, I will be your seron, your amath your protector. Im mel cin, meleth nin. Im mel cin.” His voice was hoarse, fingers fluttering over my face, wiping away the tears.

“I don’t understand half of what you are saying, but I don’t care. I want you. I want you forever, so I can learn what you just said.” I answered laughing through my tears. Now he was laughing to. “Seron means lover, amath means shield or protector. Im mel cin, meleth nin means I will forever love you, my love.” He quickly translated.

“Im mel cin.” I repeated what he said, miserably stumbling over the words, disfiguring the beautiful sound they made in his mouth. But Haldir didn’t seem to mind at all. Instead, he pressed his lips on mine, kissing me with such passion, my head was spinning.

His hands were roaming over my body, stroking my sensitive sides, making me squirm under his touch. I felt the heat rise in my core again, when he kissed his way down to my breasts taking a hard nipple in his mouth, while toying with the other. My hands wandered to his hair pulling the rod he used to secure it out of his bun. Once his hair fell around his face I intertwined my fingers with his silvern locks, pulling on the roots. His free hand was between my legs, collecting my arousal. “By Valar, you are so fucking wet.”

It was a rare occurrence for the elven prince to curse, but holy did it sound hot. Impatiently, I hooked my legs around his waist, pulling him in, eliciting a chuckle from his lips. “So needy.” He mused.

“Stop your antics and please fuck me.” My voice was laced with hunger, desire and anticipation.

“At your orders, my lady.” He grabbed his member with one hand while propping himself up on one arm. He looked at me one last time, waiting for my approval, before lining himself with my entrance. Slowly he eased his way into my core. His thick shaft was stretching me painfully, pulling a quiet scream from my lips.

“I am sorry, meleth.” He apologized, retorting back, but I held him in place with my legs. “Its alright. I just… I never… Its my first time.” I spilled, stumbling over my words once he bottomed me out.

“I thought you already had…” He was taking by surprise. “Back in the tub it sounded like you knew what was ahead of us.”

“No. I wanted to save myself for a 1000 year old elf from another world.” I joked, grinning at him. He raised an eyebrow. “Actually, I am 3126 years old. And to be correct you are the one from the other world.” I shrugged my shoulders at his statement. “Still in the range of datable.”

Shaking his head, he slowly began to move, setting a deep, sensual pace. It was driving me insane. Every time he pulled out and pushed back in, he stretched my walls, massaging me heavenly. Eyes rolling back in my head, I held on to his shoulders. A soft moan was slipping through my lips. “Do it again.” He spurred me on, breathing into my neck. “I want to hear, what pleasure I bring to you.”

“Who would have thought the prince of Lòrien was such a filthy tease in bed?” I tried to keep my voice steady, but his vicious pounding made me loose my mind, another moan ringing through the room. My sentence had him smiling devilishly: “You will learn over time, what it means to be the treasure of my love, but now I will be nothing else than the willing servant to your pleasure.”

His words were venom on my patience. My core aching for his member, savoring every inch of his marvelous cock. Taking one leg in his hand he threw it over his shoulder, now being able to push deeper inside me. Still keeping his slow, sensual pace he locked eyes with me. Edging me. “My pretty little meleth.” He whispered. “All mine to have. All mine to please.” I kind of expected him to be a possessive man, coming from the caring actions towards me, the way he protected me from the stares of other elves, but hearing him say those words, struck my core on another level.

“Haldir!” I moaned his name, watching his eyes flew shut. His hands trembling over my body. “Fuck, Visha…” he growled at me moaning his name.

“I need more, Haldir, please.” I whined grabbing everything of him I could get in my hands.

“You need what, meleth? Use your words. Tell me what you want.” He ordered slightly slipping in his commander side, but directly pulling back, once he realized.

“I need you to go harder, please.” I begged. “I want to feel you, I want you to take me.”

Dropping my leg from his shoulder he leaned down on me, pinning my wrists down on the mattress with his big hands. His long silvern hair framed both of our faces, separating us from the outside world. He picked up his pace, going faster and harder than before, slowly raising the speed in which he fucked me. Eyes not leaving mine, in case I was pulling back. But I didn’t. There was no way on earth I would stop him right now. Digging my nails in his back, I clawed onto him, arching my back to take him at a better angle.

His cock was now brushing my sweet spot every time he entered or pulled out. Mewled sounds fell from my lips, the heat in my core rising. I could see he was holding back at his strength and I swore at that moment, that one day I would tease him until he would go all mad about me. But now was not the time. Being way to fixated on the burning feeling washing over my body. My walls fluttered around him, dragging a string of curses from him.

“I am close.” I whimpered close to his ear.

“I know. Me too.” He groaned in my neck, kissing and sucking on the sweet spot behind my ear. “Hold out for me, meleth. Just a little longer.”

My legs were shaking and I could not help myself as the abyss of my orgasm drew me over the edge. I arched my back, closing my legs around his waist and clawing my nails into his back leaving red marks behind. His breathing became rigid, as my pulsating core pulled him over into the free fall of his orgasm. I could feel his cock twitch inside me, as he filled me with his hot seed.

Slowing down his movement he let us ride out our orgasms, before collapsing on me. He caught himself far enough to not crush me, but I could feel the weight of his body press me down. I closed my eyes and snuggled into his embrace. “I love you.” He whispered over and over in my ear, pulling out of me. Then he started to kiss my body everywhere he could, stroking me, holding me, always making sure I felt save.

“You did so good. Took me so well.” His warm breath fanned over my stomach, giving me goosebumps. “I swear I will always cherish you, for giving yourself to me. This means everything to me and I want everyone to know you are mine to behold.” He said kissing the two scars marking my immortality. “I will love you to the end of time. And whatever challenge life will throw at us, I am going to protect and guide you through it. You are now the sole reason for my existence, the treasure of my heart, the light to my eyes, the air in my lungs. Everything you are is mine to adore.”

I listened to his sweet ramblings, this time not fighting my tears. With every word he said I fell for him more, the pull towards him growing visibly stronger within the seconds.

“I love you.” Was all I could muster, before my throat was closed of by my tears. He took me into his warm embrace, head tucked under his chin, leg pulled over his waist and covering us with the warm blanket of his bed. “Nin gilgalad. My starlight.” Was the last thing I heard from him, before I felt into a deep slumber. The first deep sleep I had in weeks.

#haldir #hurt/comfort #haldir smut #smut #fluff #haldir x reader #fem reader #lotr #haldir of lorien

[doodle-pops]

Hi! Just dropping in to say that I adore your Galdor!!! Just… I want him! ❤️ I just wanna live a quiet life with him out in the country with a small ranch style house surrounded by orchards and a few horses. Is that too much to ask?

Hi 👋👋 Is that a Galdor lover I see 👀?!!! It's so nice to see a lover of Galdor 💕. It's wonderful to hear you enjoy the version of Galdor I depict 🫂

And I am positively sure Galdor would love to live a quiet life with lots of plants and animals. He's a nature lover, so a ranch or cottage would be perfect for him. Y'all can spend time going for rides, caring for your plants and having tea dates 🥺. So cute!! You deserve it!!

#{wareagleofthemountain} #I'm gonna wish on this for you 😤💕 #galdor #doodlepops responds

[doodle-pops]

List of Requests

20/01/2024

Hi guys, back with your list of accepted requests, and I’m now aware that there’s more angst than ever ⚆_⚆. Did someone break y’all heart or something? Anyway, here is your list:

Fics (18)

Maedhros x modern!reader – @animatorweirdo (angst/comfort)

Erestor x reader – @sofyawiththelves (fluff)

Maglor x reader – anon (angst/comfort)

Feanor x daughter!reader ft Nerdanel – anon

Caranthir x reader – @foreverandadaydarling (angst/comfort)

Celegorm x reader – anon (angst)

Glorfindel x reader – @wareagleofthemountain (fluff)

Sugar Daddy!Fingolfin x reader – anon (smut)

Erestor x reader (enemies to lovers) – anon

CEO!Maedhros x reader – anon (slightly suggestive/fluff)

Turgon x reader (enemies to lovers) – anon

Ecthelion x reader – anon (fluff)

Lords of Gondolin x reader – anon (smut–I’m going pull out my magic wand for this one)

Ecthelion x mortal!reader pt2 – anon (slight angst/comfort/fluff)

Elrond x modern!reader – anon (fluff/humour)

Caranthir x reader – anon (angst/comfort)

Amras x reader – Mae-duh-whores anon (fluff)

Elrohir x reader (friends to lovers) – Mae-duh-whores anon

Group Headcanons (14)

Lords of Gondolin (4) – deaf tone!reader (anon) – musician!reader (@dicksoutformtl) – arranged marriage (@hermaeuswhora) – reader with PTSD (anon)

House of Feanor (4) – having a human!reader (@misfortunateleprechaun) – ice skater!reader (anon) – returning home after war (anon) – dating a maia!reader (anon)

House of Fingolfin (2) – calling them “daddy” in public (@rain-on-my-umbrella) – spending the winter with reader (🍁🍂anon)

Ainur (2) – short!reader (anon) – reader suffering panic attacks (anon)

Mixed Group (2) – Brother’s Best Friend AU! Jealousy headcanons – Sugar Daddy AU pt 2 Headcanons (4)

Caranthir – Being a father/pregnant!reader (anon)

Feanor – Walking reader down the aisle/father figure (anon)

Maglor NSFW Alphabet (anon)

Finrod NSFW Alphabet (anon)

#request list #my wips #request wips

[imagine-all-the-elves]

Imagine Asfaloth and Glorfindel competing for your attention.

Author: @wareagleofthemountain

Artist: artAlais

#glorfindel #glorfindel imagines #imagines #elves #elf imagines #rivendell elves

[imagine-all-the-elves]

Imagine getting married to Haldir at a young age and successfully working together to raise his younger brothers after the death of their parents, even though everyone told you you’d never make it.

Author: @wareagleofthemountain

Artist: Nevui-penim-miruvorrr

#haldir #haldir imagines #imagines #elves #elf imagines #lothlorien elves

[lady-of-imladris]

Thranduil/Thranduil's Wife Fluffy Headcanons

For @wareagleofthemountain <3 I hope you like these! (I did not proofread for typos. Sorry!)

When they spend the little free time they have together, Thranduil and his wife like to sit and relax together, often just cuddling. The queen sometimes reads to Thranduil and when she does, he runs his fingers through her hair and braids it. If they sit outside in the forest or in their gardens, he will braid flowers into her hair or make her a flower crown.

Sometimes his wife will interrupt Thranduil’s meetings, no matter how important just because she wants to kiss him. He always happily sends his advisors or whoever he is speaking with on a “quick five minute break”.

Thranduil recites poetry to his wife, especially in the early years of their courtship. He received that advice from someone (probably Elrond) and he just assumed that it is the most romantic thing he could do. His wife almost laughed out loud several times because he is doing it very awkwardly. As soon as he realized that it made her laugh, he started doing it on purpose.

When they have a little extra time in the morning, Thranduil likes to bring his wife breakfast to bed. She can always tell if he made something himself or if he had the cooks make it. If Thranduil tries to cook or bake something, it will be burnt.

Every single evening before they go to bed, Thranduil’s wife has him lay her head in her lap and she will apply the healing ointment for his scars. He is set on the assumption that it is more effective if she does it.

They like to get ready together every morning, but especially for any fancy parties or feasts they are throwing. Every single elf adores their king and queen and they love parties and they will dance the whole night, just holding each other close.

Thranduil and his wife cuddle a lot. Neither of them is able to sleep alone anymore, they just need to be together. Even a millimeter of space between them is too much.

Bonus headcanon: Baby Legolas loves napping on Thranduil’s chest. The king had never taken a nap in his entire life and he tried to use that time productively, but he ultimately failed and accepted his fate. When Legolas naps while cuddling with his Ada, Thranduil will nap too!

#thranduil headcanons #lotr headcanons #the hobbit headcanons #thranduil/thranduil's wife

[elithilanor]

Sapphic Tolkien Creator List

A collection of creators and their Sapphic works for the Tolkien fandom. This list was born out of the frustration of a lack of sapphic and wlw content (trans and non-binary inclusive) preferably created by sapphics and how, when created, it doesn't get any traction.

If you know of any creators that aren't on this list, please tag me at either @elithilanor or @creativity-of-death on their work so I can add them to the list below! If you’re on the list but I missed some of your creations that are sapphic, please tag me on them so I can add them!

Support your queer and fandom communities, so let's start here!

Artworks:

@thelien-art

@runawaymun

SFW Arwen x Eowyn Lesbian Pride

SFW Galadriel/Artanis x Lúthien

@welcomingdisaster

SFW Nerdanel x Indis

@simkaye

SFW Arwen x Fem! Aragorn

Fanfiction:

@elithilanor

NSFW Delayed Gratification: Arwen x Fem! Reader

NSFW Sapphic Arwen Alphabet

SFW Fem!Elrond x GN! Reader

@outofangband

SFW Morwen x Aerin Ficlet

Morwen x Aerin Ficlets

Sad Morwen x Aerin Fic

Morwen x Aerin: With Slander for a Blade

@starlady66

NSFW Dove: RoP! Galadriel x Fem! Numenorean HCs

NSFW Dress: RoP! Galadriel x GN! Reader

SFW Arwen x Fem! Aragorn

@wareagleofthemountain

SFW Opposites Attract: Tauriel x Fem! Reader

@sanisse

NSFW Silm/LotR Galadriel x Fem! Reader

NSFW Sapphic Tauriel HCs

@melestasflight

SFW Mothers: Nerdanel x Indis

@imakemywings

What the Water Gave Me: Finduilas x Nienor mentions of suicidal ideation

@clothonono

SFW Quicksilver: Indis x Míriel

Will edit as I’m tagged or discover new stuff!

#sapphic Tolkien #queer Tolkien #lesbian Tolkien #wlw tolkien #sapphic lotr #sapphic silmarillion #queer lotr #queer silmarilion #wlw #sapphic #lesbian #Arwen #Galadriel #rop #Morwen #aerin #nerdanel #indis #fem! Aragorn #fem! elrond #Tauriel #sapphic hobbit movies #Morwen x Aerin #fem! reader #gn! reader #Lúthien #galadriel x luthien

[elithilanor]

List 5 topics you can talk on for an hour without preparing any material

Thanks for the tag @bunnydiamond !

1. Why my cat is the bestest and cutest boi in the world

2. The atrocities of American and Western European "foreign policy" in the Middle East and how it affects everything today

3. Baldur's Gate 3

4. How much I hate Shien and how the modern textile industry is one of the largest polluters

5. Why you should have an emergency kit and types of damage earthquakes can cause

No pressure tags! @melpomaenofimladris @wareagleofthemountain @glassgulls @eldritchteletubbie @fenharel-enaste