#Glorfindel X Fem Reader

[zheiya]

Both Idiots

Glorfindel x F Reader

⚠️Warnings ⚠️: Just pure fluff

She slowly makes her way through the town, taking in everything. The beauty, the sense of peace, the people. It's all so different than where she came from. She can almost feel the magic around her, and she loves it

As she walks, she notices the people. The Elves. All of them look so peaceful and content. It must be a great place to live if the people look this happy.

I noticed the sound of swords clashing it looks like I'm near the training ground. I walked towards the sound that picked my interest.

As she moves closer to the source of the noise, she finds herself in the training grounds. It's an open area, with grass and mud all over the ground. And in the center of it are two Elves sparring, their swords clanking against one another. The elves are fast and graceful as they move, hitting and parrying each other with such speed that it seems impossible for them to even be hit.

As I surveyed the place I noticed the elf that assisted me that day. I watched him observing as I sat on the bench.

As she sits on the bench, she watches the two Elves sparring. One of them is the same elf that helped her earlier that day. He fights with such elegance and grace that it's like watching a dance. There's a softness to his movements, yet a strength behind them. And when he hits, it's with precision and power.

The other Elf is younger, with darker hair and a more reckless style to his fighting. He's fast and strong, but lacks the technique of his opponent. It's an interesting juxtaposition to watch the two fight, both so skilled from two different methods.

I continued to observe their fighting style but mostly looking at the blond elf I've met. Based on his sword fighting skills he has more experience.

The blonds skill is evident in his moves. Every move appears to be calculated, while also being smooth and fluid. He fights with an ease that comes from years of training and experience. There's a grace and a poise to his style that makes him look almost like a dancer when he moves. He avoids every move his opponent puts out, yet still moves with grace and ease.

The brunette is also skilled, but in a different way. His moves are more focused on raw power and speed. He uses his size and strength to overwhelm his opponent, but lacks the finesse of the blonde.

She watches carefully as they continue to spar. Something about this blonde elf draws her attention even more than the moves he performs. There's something about his presence, his manner, that is captivating. He moves like a dancer, yet there's an underlying fierceness and strength behind it.

As she watches them, the blonde elf finishes the fight with a swift and graceful move, easily dodging his opponents blow and striking to end the fight. His face is emotionless but there's a twinkle in his eyes that implies he's proud of himself.

As he turns around to face his opponent and raise his hand in a sign of victory, the blonde elf looks around the room. His eyes meet hers as she watches him. And for a moment, she could've sworn there is a spark in his eyes as well. Maybe he noticed her? Maybe he likes the way she looked when she was watching him spar? There's something there, something different than with anyone else. He slowly walks over to her, a slight smile on his lips.

He approaches her, seeming to glide rather than walk. His every move is smooth and controlled and full of grace. As he reaches her, he nods his head politely.

"Good day, my Lady."

He says with a soft voice, but there's a hint of mischievousness in it.

"Did you enjoy watching me fight?"

She is caught off guard by his forwardness and his teasing. He's flirting with her? No one has ever flirted with her like this before. It's intoxicating.

I smirk behind my hat.

"You're experience...you must have been in a battle more than any experienced fighters I've known."

"More than a few, in fact," he says with a slight smile. "And the way you watched and studied me? I'd say you have a knack for observing. It takes more than most to notice the skills of another." He says with a slight bow, holding her gaze.

"May I ask for your name, my Lady?" His voice is warm, yet there's also something mischievous and teasing about it as well.

He takes her hand, his lips curl into a slight smile. He's definitely attracted to her. There's something there. He pulls her hand towards him and gives it a light kiss.

"Glorfindel at your service, my Lady," he says with a slight bow of the head. "I'd be honoured if I can learn your name as well."

There's something about him that makes her feel like he's special, like they have some kind of connection. Even she doesn't know why, she just knows that she likes him and likes being around him.

I slightly lift my hat as I smiled at him.

"Y/N it is a pleasure to meet you Lord Glorfindel."

He smiles and holds her hand slightly tighter. The connection between them is becoming increasingly clear.

"The pleasure is all mine, my Lady," he says with a slight bow of his head.

"Tell me, what brings you to Rivendell? It's not often we see such a beautiful maiden appear from nowhere in this peaceful place."

I chuckled as I looked around.

"It's one of my list to visit this place. I heard there's quite an ample offer around here and that got my interest."

"Ah, yes, this is a wonderful place to visit," he says, still holding her hand.

"We're known for our craftsmanship. Our jewelry, our craftsmanship and our art is known far beyond the borders of Rivendell."

"I assume you're looking for a gift, my Lady?" He asks with a slight smile.

"I have a friend in the jewelry shop. He specializes in gems. Maybe you'd like to go with me?" He asks politely.

I chuckled as I noticed him still holding my hand. As I flickered my gaze back to him.

"Hmmm...I suppose I don't mind an escort."

He smiles and lowers his head slightly, still holding her hands. She must be attracted to him as well. Their eyes meet once more and something passes between them. He has the sense that there is more to their encounter than would be considered normal.

"Then let's go. I'm sure you'll find something there that will make an impression."

He says as he guides her out of the training grounds. He has a feeling that this might not be the last time they meet.

As they make their way through the town, she takes in its beauty once again. The houses are made of wood and stone, covered with vines hanging from the eaves. The streets are paved with brick, and the trees line both sides of the path. There are small shops scattered throughout the town, and the air smells of wood and flowers. She can't help but feel a sense of tranquility and peace as she walks with Glorfindel.

He leads her through the town, his hand on top of hers, and finally enters a store that is filled with gemstones, jewelry, and other valuables.

I flickered my gaze at the store observing the place. It seems it is taken care of very well, I can see that it has great craftsmanship.

"This store has been in the family for hundreds of years," Glorfindel explains as they enter.

"It's a place where many of our people come to purchase gifts and items for their loved ones. It's beautiful, isn't it?"

He walks her towards the center of the store, which is a case filled with several different types of jewelry and gems.

"I'm sure you'll find something here that will catch your eye," he says kindly.

I flickered my gaze on the aligned jewelry and gems.

"Hmmm...well the jewel I'm looking for is already standing in front of me."

As I smirk while tracing on the jewel I noticed.

Glorfindel's breath hitches as he listens to her. She just called him a jewel? Could it be?

He looks at her with a slight blush. His eyes are warm as he looks at her. There's a connection there. He just knows that there is.

"Why thank you, my Lady," he says, his voice softening. "I'm humbled by your words."

"What were you looking for again?" He asks, changing the subject slightly. The blush on his face can be seen through the soft golden hairs of his cheeks.

I looked at him for a moment and chuckled softly. As I picked up a necklace it has golden and blue accents.

"Hmmm...I suppose I did."

He watches as she picks up a beautiful necklace, golden with blue accents. The light hits the necklace, making it glisten and sparkle. It truly seems fit for a woman of her beauty.

"Is this to your liking, my Lady?" He asks politely.

"It's perfect for you," he adds, his voice carrying a slight catch. Something about this woman has gotten under his skin, and he's not sure what. He only knows that he wants to spend more time with her.

I flickered my gaze as I motioned him to lower his head.

Glorfindel's heart quickens as she motions for him to lower his head. Is she going to do what he thinks she is? He lowers his face slightly, watching her with anticipation. She is standing so close to him, her breath caressing his skin...his mind is reeling. He wants this, but does she?

He waits for her to make her move, his eyes on her lips.

I looked into his eyes with a hint of mischief as I leaned even closer. That I could feel his breath on my face.

"Do you like it?"

Glorfindel's heart is beating rapidly now. He's almost shaking. She's going to kiss him? He wants that so badly. He closes his eyes, waiting for the moment, praying to the gods that she will. His heart is beating even faster as she leans closer and whispers. And then it happens.

Their lips meet, pressing together in a tender kiss. His hands go to her waist and hold her close as he savours the moment. Finally they part, and he opens his eyes to see her smiling at him softly. He leans in again, kissing her again.

But it didn't happen I looked at him closing his eyes as if he was waiting for something. I blink as I slightly shake him.

"Glorfindel?"

Glorfindel opens his eyes, slightly confused. It seemed for a moment that she had kissed him, that it was real. But it's gone now.

"Yes, my Lady?" He asks gently, looking into her eyes. She's so beautiful. And he wants to kiss her again, properly this time. He can feel the connection between them. There's something there, a spark.

She's looking at him, and there's a hint of mischief in her eyes. She must want it, too. He leans in slowly, his lips approaching hers.

"I said do you like the necklace I've put on you."

As I gazed at the necklace I put on his neck the moment I asked him to lower his head was to put the necklace on him. But for some reason he closes his eyes as if anticipating something don't tell he was expecting a kiss?

Glorfindel's heart drops. This was a prank? She just put a necklace on him and he thought... No. No, she didn't.

"Yes," He says in a tight voice. He can't believe himself. He thought...he was so sure. "I uh...I like it."

He's speechless. He had hoped, prayed that it wasn't a prank, that she actually wanted him. And now, she had tricked him. A soft blush spreads across his face as he tries to contain his humiliation. And she looks at him with a mischievous smile on her face.

"You were closing your eyes were you expecting something?"

As I smirk.

His face turns redder. How could she do this to him?

He takes a deep breath.

"I was. But it seems I was mistaken."

He starts to remove the necklace.

"You can have it back. I thought it was a gift, but it's clear that you were only..."

He trails off, unable to finish the sentence. He can't even look at her right now. He's too humiliated, too ashamed that he fell for her little trick.

I feel a pang of pain when he has taken off the necklace. In a panic I pulled his collar and put a kiss on his cheek.

Glorfindel almost jumps out of his skin. He did not expect her to give him a kiss, let alone on his cheek. He stares at her for a few moments, dumbfounded. She just kissed him, and not just anywhere, but on the cheek.

"Why..." He says with a frown. He thinks that it was just a move of desperation, but his heart tells him otherwise.

"Why did you do that?" He asks softly. Is she truly attracted to him after all?

I stiffly turned around as I put on my hand.

"... It's a thank you gift for showing me around."

As I peak through my hat.

"... Goodbye!"

As I hurriedly got out of the store.

Glorfindel just stares after her, his mind racing. Did she just kiss him? Why did she kiss him like that? Was it sarcasm? Or was she serious? It was hard to tell, and at this point he's just confused.

He watches her leave, and when she's far enough away, he sits down on a bench. What was that? He thought they had a connection, but maybe he was wrong. Maybe he imagined everything. And he can't believe he fell for a prank. What a fool he is. He puts his head in his hands and sighs.

Glorfindel sits on the bench for a few moments, trying to make sense of what just happened. He is embarrassed that he thought she actually wanted him, that she was flirting with him. It must have been a prank. But why would she do this? Why would she kiss him like that? He doesn't understand, and it makes him even more upset.

He stands up from the bench, a knot in his stomach. Maybe it's best to leave things the way they are. Maybe he shouldn't pursue her. It's clearly a one-way attraction, and she won't give him further attention.

The next day I was checking out in the clothing store. Picking the best cloth for my new dress I will be making. I was in a tough spot on which one I should choose the lavender satin or the baby blue satin.

Glorfindel is about to walk into a shop, but when he sees Rickylyn inside debating over a satin, he stops for a moment. She might not have meant it yesterday, and he shouldn't have misinterpreted her actions. But still, he can't seem to stop thinking about her.

He enters the shop and walks over to her. She doesn't notice him at first, but once she does, she looks up with a surprised look on her face.

"Hello, my Lady," he says politely. "How may I be of assistance to you?"

I didn't notice it was him as I frowned and grumbled.

"Hmmm....I can't pick between these two colors. The lavender one is good and so is the baby blue satin. I'm going with the theme of a nice morning walk on the ocean."

I assume it was the shop assistant that was talking behind me.

Glorfindel smiles at her dilemma. He wants to help her pick. He wants to keep talking to her. But he shouldn't. Yesterday was evidence of that. Even if he interprets her actions in the wrong way, his feelings are still real. He likes her and wants to spend more time with her. But he needs to stop. He has no chance with her after all.

"Both are beautiful colors," he says with a smile.

"The lavender will make you look more regal and the blue more gentle. Whatever you choose will be perfect for the theme."

I silently murmured.

"Hmm...baby blue reminds me of his eyes..."

Glorfindel freezes. His heart drops in his chest. Did she just... Does she have feelings towards him after all? Did she mean it when she kissed his cheek yesterday?

He feels a spark of hope inside him. His feelings haven't been reciprocated. She must be talking about him.

He takes a deep breath. His expression is gentle and sincere as he speaks once more.

"His? Whose eyes?" He asks gently.

I flinched as I turned around and finally noticed him. I looked at him shocked I thought it was the shop assistant.

"Oh Glorfindel! I thought you were the shop assistant."

Glorfindel smiles, though still anxious about her saying she was reminded of a person's eyes. Was that person him?

"My apologies, my Lady. I wanted to help you pick the right fabric for your dress. Do you mind if I give you some advice as well?"

He looks at the satin she has in front of her. "The baby blue one is perfect for a delicate, gentle look. But the lavender seems to match your personality more. It gives you more of a mysterious vibe. And your eyes could complement it nicely."

I cleared my throat and awkwardly nodded.

"Well yes both have a great color and fit on the theme I'm making. I want something that is a nail to help me choose between the colors."

As I turned around to not show my face and just focused on the clothes I'm holding.

Glorfindel nods. What she asks makes sense, but he is still interested in knowing about the person whose eyes she was reminded of yesterday. He's quite curious now, almost obsessed with it, in fact. But he doesn't want to seem nosy or weird. It was one of the reasons why he tried to forget about Rickylyn in the first place.

"Maybe..."

He pauses.

"Maybe I could be of assistance. Can I try both of the satins on you?" He asks politely.

I flinched as I turned to look at him.

"On me?"

"Yes, my Lady..."

He looks at her with a smile. "You said that you wanted help to decide, right?"

He steps closer and offers his hands.

"Let me try the satins on you, and see which one looks better on you. It's up to you in the end."

He stares at her, waiting for her answer.

I bit my lip as I tucked my hair behind my ear.

"Uh...sure."

As I awkwardly smiled.

Glorfindel's heart is beating rapidly now. This is his chance to be closer to her. He quickly picks up the two different fabrics. He holds the lavender one in one hand, the blue one in the other.

"Please don't be shy," he says gently, taking a step towards her.

He offers the fabrics to her.

"Put one of them up to your face and let me see how it looks on you. Just hold it, and I'll take care of the rest."

I nodded as I held the fabric half of my face only showing my eyes.

Glorfindel looks carefully at her. He is so close to her now. He wants to kiss her so badly. But he has to keep his composure. This is his chance to see which fabric will suit her better. It might not seem like much, but he wants to see her face when he touches it.

He slowly brings the blue colored satin to her face and puts it on the other side. He doesn't look at her, instead focusing on the fabric. But just the feeling of his hand touching her skin, even for a moment, is enough to send shivers down his spine.

"So?"

Glorfindel looks up at her. He's still close to her. In his mind he wants to grab her and hold her in his arms. But he tries to control himself. He has to stay professional.

"Hm...it looks like the lavender one complements your complexion," he says slowly, looking at her face. He can see her now clearly. She's so beautiful. He forces himself to look back at the fabrics.

"Would you like to try it on for a full effect?"

I couldn't help but slowly flutter my eyes at him.

"You think so?...."

As I looked into his eyes.

He looks into her eyes. She's so close. Their faces are almost touching. The urge to kiss her is almost unbearable, but he holds back, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. They're still in the shop after all.

There's a soft blush on his cheeks, and his heart is pounding. He feels the same spark he noticed in her yesterday, in their conversation. Whatever this is, he wants to explore it. But he's not sure if she feels the same way.

"Yes," he says softly.

"The lavender one brings out your eyes beautifully."

I can feel my check slowly bloom with redness. As I flickered my gaze to his lips.

"...Then..."

Her blushing face and the way she's looking at him give him courage. He's still not sure, but he gets the feeling that she wants this.

He leans in slightly. His heart is beating a thousand times a minute. He can't believe he's doing this, but he wants nothing more than to kiss her.

He puts his hands on her cheeks gently, taking her face into his hands. He's about to kiss her. He hopes that she responds in the same way.

I slowly flutter my eyes at him as I softly and shyly hold his clothes for support. When the sound of falling in boxes broke our atmosphere. That made me jump in surprise.

Glorfindel is surprised as well. The noise takes him out of the moment. His face is close to hers, their bodies nearly touching, and this moment seems so perfect. He would love to kiss her right here and now. But it's ruined. They were interrupted. The moment is no longer there.

He reluctantly lets go of her and turns to look at where the sound came from.

"What was that?" He asks with a puzzled look.

I blink as I noticed someone bumping the vendors merchandise outside. Which made that noise.

"Ah... someone bumped the vendor's merchandise..."

Glorfindel nods. The interruption was unfortunate. Maybe it's for the best. He probably shouldn't kiss her after all, even if he wanted to. It's better to be professional.

But the urge is still there. He just wants to feel her lips once more.

"Let's help them," he says with a smile. He takes one of the fabrics and steps closer to where the vendor is. He lifts some of the fallen merchandise and puts it back on the shelf. This is his opportunity to get closer to her and spend more time with her.

I nodded as I helped picking up all the fallen merchandise. After we were done assisting the shop owner who gave us a lot of thanks for free fruits from her shop. He looked at me for a moment and smiled.

"So have you finally made a decision?"

"I'll go with your suggestion owner; I'll buy the lavender please."

As the shop owner nods and picks up the lavender fabric and starts to pack up my purchase. I looked back at him and noticed he wasn't wearing my necklace.

"...The necklace... you don't like them?"

Glorfindel freezes for a moment, taken aback by her mentioning the necklace. He quickly regains his composure.

"Oh, the necklace," he says, as he realizes he still has it in his hand.

"I'm sorry, it's beautiful. I just haven't put it on yet. I was waiting for the right moment."

He puts the necklace on, making sure to lock it in place as soon as possible. It felt wrong not having it on anymore.

"There," he says with a smile, touching the necklace softly. "How does it look?"

I blushed as I only dazedly look at him.

"Handsome..."

"Thank you," Glorfindel says, feeling flattered by her comment.

He looks at her, and that look on her face... She looks like she's not herself.

He steps closer to her.

"My lady. Are you alright?" He asks with a concerned look.

She seems so out of it. Is she just flustered from earlier? It's possible. But he wants to find out what's troubling her. He wants to help her. That's his role as her attendant, and that's also what he wants as a person.

I snapped from my dazed look as I blushed even more. I hope he didn't notice it as I cleared my throat.

"Uh- yes thank you for your assistance and your worries."

As I hurriedly bowed and started to bolt out of the store.

"Lady! You forgot your fabric!"

The shop owner shouts at me and I blushed as I hurriedly entered the shop shamefully then took my fabric. As I bowed at the shop owner and to Glorfindel then bolts away.

Glorfindel watches her leave, more confused than ever. She was acting so strange. Did he say something wrong? Did he move too fast? Was she just embarrassed by the interruption earlier? Or is it something else entirely? He's not sure. He feels lost. She seemed happy and even complimented him yesterday. It seemed like all was going well.

But now, it looks like he might have scared her away or made her uncomfortable in some way. He doesn't know what to feel or what to do. He feels so conflicted.

I silently screamed in my room as I put a pillow on my face.

"You're embarrassing yourself! My ghad?! Who just bolts out of the shop after almost kissing him! Idiot! I should have taken the chance! Arghhh! Why do I always get nervous!!!"

Glorfindel is confused. She must have felt the same way he did, right? Was it just nervousness that made her leave, so she didn't act on her feelings? No... He shouldn't make assumptions. And he definitely shouldn't make another move unless she explicitly tells him she likes him too. He doesn't want to make her uncomfortable.

"Damn it!" He curses to himself.

He decides to give her some time on her own. Maybe she'll think about what happened. Maybe she'll realize she missed an opportunity and decide to initiate something.

I sighed as I slid on my bed.

"Ahhh....I should've kissed him."

Glorfindel's world is crumbling around him, his hopes crushed. She wants him to kiss her! Why didn't he just take the chance? Why is he letting his nerves get the better of him?

Suddenly, a small spark of hope ignites inside of him. She wants him to kiss her. That's why she left so embarrassed. She was waiting for a kiss, but he didn't give it to her. He can still make it happen.

He stands up, determined. He won't let her get away like that, not without getting his kiss first.

The both sighed to themselves never once have passed through their minds. They're both mutually pinning for one another.

Why are these two idiots noticed they're interested in one another? Geez

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[elithilanor]

From the tag game:

Details or snippet of the Glorfindel x Fem!Reader Request. Please and thank you! :)

(Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever really read any fics starring Glorfindel before. Huh.)

Why, hello! :)

I’ve read quite a few Glorfindel fics (him x reader, him x Erestor which is a personal fave, and him involved as a major or minor character)

You get details because I’m struggling with its actual writing. I hc Glorfindel as very loud and boisterous and funny, but also a very obviously aged, wise, and counseled elf. Which I’m struggling to find a good medium, especially as not involved in combat in this fic, but with his wife.

The request is Glorfindel x Fem! Reader; his wife. It’s an emotional hurt/comfort (Glorfindel did not commit the hurt). But his wife needs some reassurance of her beauty and place in his life after on a diplomatic mission to the Woodland Realm for Elrond, one of Thranduil’s Sindarin captains said something quite cruel about/to her.

Originally I had planned to make it quite steamy, but now I’m not so sure. Basically I had an initial idea but now feel like I’m going in a whole new direction lol. I’ll prob check back in with the requester if they want more details for prefer something one way vs another. I’m leaning towards a body image issue which is why I was going towards physical reassurance but so many options alas.

Not much concrete info, but it’s what I got! Thanks for the ask :)

#Elithilanor asks #Glorfindel x Fem! reader

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A Matter of Honour and Pride

Glorfindel x reader

Kinktober 2023: Cunnilingus

A/N: Something about Glorfindel having great elven pride in his nature and being dedicated about it is just…beautiful. I feel like I should have made the entire exchange between them a separate fic the way I loved it so much :)

Warnings: fem!reader, cunnilingus, stubborn reader, a teeny weeny spanking, making out in public (because Glorfy has no shame)

Words: 3.3k

Synopsis: In matters of intimacy, a clash of mortal and elven pride unfolds. Glorfindel, driven by his deep elven pride, considers it a grave concern when his pride is wounded.

List of Requests

“So, you’re telling me that elves by nature aren’t sexual beings in the manner mortals are; however, when it comes to pleasure, you do not joke in that area?” you puzzled with an intrigued expression gracing your visage. You had hoped he would have heard your puzzling question over the loud ambience of the folks gathered in the Hall of Fire to celebrate the New Year. Possibly the worse place you could have decided to treat with the cocky golden–haired Lord.

The tales you had heard about him were indeed true, he was blinding the moment you laid eyes on him and full of pride towards the abilities of his race of folks. Nothing that slipped his tongue tonight ever diminished the pride and strength of his race, only boastings and cheers towards their accomplishments. Though his words of upliftment were joyous—nothing wrong with praising your race of folks—the need to make juxtaposes between men and elves was unnecessary. Nonetheless, his words were making chalk out of your teeth the more he spoke about elves, elves and more elves with less praise to men in the…pleasure department.

Standing in the furthest corner of the Halls, there you braced yourself against the wall while the noble Lord hovered with a much larger chalice in his hand, slowly slipping his grape–flavoured wine and eyeing you with interest. He wasn’t sure if it were your lips or the direction the conversation had drifted which had he ensnared, but he was sure it was you, nevertheless. Lifting the chalice to take another swig, his jaded eyes bore holes into your skull, sending waves of heat coursing through your body and leaving goosebumps.

“Hmm,” he hummed with seduction, eyes never leaving your face and lips, “it is so. However, despite not being promiscuous as men, one session with us is enough to leave one satisfied for weeks into months or even years until next we engage in intimacy.”

Chuckling at his witty comeback, you rolled your eyes and broke the palpable eye contact to glance at the dancefloor brimming with bodies swaying to the upbeat melody. “You know, if you have a low appetite and cannot fuck for long hours or multiple times, there should be no need for shame. Just say you elves cannot last for multiple rounds instead of making up telltales, and admit that men have a greater appetite than you,” you condescendingly replied with a smirk.

Biting his lips to withhold the growing smirk, he hung his head to lowly groan while releasing soft chuckles; you clearly had the wrong impression of his statement. Giving his lips a lick and stepping closer to tower over you—as if he wasn’t already—he craned his neck down to whisper as lowly as he could with a sinister grin dancing on his lips, “You entirely mistook my praise, my dear. It meant that us elves can indeed fuck for long hours, even days…in one go without stopping. One session is equivalent to days ramping in the sheets with us. We simply pleasure better than men; stamina and ability you lack to leave an everlasting effect.”

Wanting to react the way your body and mind were to his correction, you quickly recomposed your expression and posture, cleared your throat and scoffed. “Like I’d believe that. So what if one session is a couple of days between the sheets—normal, but how is one supposed to feel satisfied for months or years after that? It’s quite impossible if I say.”

Astonished by your lack of belief towards his factual statements about the nature of elves, he jerked his head backwards, stunned. The appalled look on his face bewitched his body and soul as he continued to observe your unbothered expression as you lazily sipped your wine and glanced around the dancefloor. You were supposed to be enthralled by the sexual prowess of the elves, not discard the information like a dirty rag. Was there something he wasn’t saying to capture your interest? Surely he used the right tricks in the book by speaking proudly about the stamina elves can endure, something the race of men lacked and should impress mortal women.

“Forgive me but,” he began with a light cough to regain your attention, “you don’t appear to be impressed by the skills of the elves when they clearly outweigh those of a mortal man. Am I correct?” He cocked his head to the other side allowing his golden tendrils to follow his movements and flow like a river of water. His hazy jaded eyes and reddened lips were a testament to how mad you were driving him to quelch his pride as an elf.

“You are right; I am unimpressed.” You paused to quench your thirst before continuing. “I find those facts to be one-sided given the monogamous relationships that elves practice and their lack of promiscuity in their lifestyle. Those praises reside from those whose pleasure is only heightened by the bond created from marriage and not one who is simply experiencing intimacy for the sake of bliss,” you elaborated with an arrogant smirk toying on your lips. The bolder and daring your egotistical look of self-praise grew, the more annoyed the golden hair Lord became as his grip tightened on his chalice.

Twitching his eye as an irritated look governed his face the more he stared at your smug expression, his pride flared with urgency to consume the very fibre of your being and prove you wrong. It was within his nature as an elf to remember the juxtaposes between man and elf; call him superior if you wish, there were things that elves wished to be considered the best at with pride.

“So, my words will only be considered factual if you are proven wrong?” He half-heartedly grinned.

“Hmm, yes. Otherwise, all that motion you did with your mouth would only be considered artistical and linguistical nonsense,” you dispassionately declared with another roll of your eyes and looked at your half–empty cup.

Liking the direction of where the conversation had drifted to, he couldn’t help but twist his tongue in his mouth at your words. What game were you playing with him? He could have sworn that you were purposefully egging him on, and he willingly allowed himself to play along, enjoying the challenge. “And what if I can prove to you that the motion of my mouth and,” he took the opportunity to dip closer and ghost his lips against the shell of your ear and whispered temptingly, “tongue can be artistic in other forms that will make you retract your statements?”

You froze at the proximity of his body brushing against yours; the heat rippling off and stirring your insides. The taunt muscles that he spent ages developing were pressed against your feeble figure causing your head to spin if it had not been for his hot breath and lips against the shell of your ear. You could feel his tongue slipping past his lips to trace the outline of your cartilage, slightly nibbling as he got lower until his lips became attached to your skin. The action made your drink slip from your grip, luckily due to his heightened senses, he was able to catch your cup midway through kissing the underside of your ear.

Lips still attached to the skin, he pressed your body flush against the wall, ignoring the notion that you were still trapped in a crowded room with spectators, he was determined to prove the abilities of an elf to you. However, it was you who reached your hand in between and gave a gentle push to break up the act.

Panting and attempting to not make eye contact all for the sake of not wanting to display how affected you were and to keep up your masquerade, you heaved and looked behind him, into the distance. “I thought elves weren’t indulgent?”

“I’m willing to bend the rules to prove me right,” he panted.

Darting your eyes to his reddened visage, you twisted your lips. “Prideful that much?”

Without missing a beat, he boasted, “Pride.”

**

If you had foreseen that you would end up in this situation right from the start, you might have skipped the entire conversation and urged him to prove himself right without delay. However, the anxious anticipation of defending your mortal pride was also essential to establish your dominance as a lesser being constantly overshadowed by others. Nonetheless, the position you now found yourself in, whether regarded as compromising or empowering, was undeniably pleasurable.

Having an elf on his knees, fervently worshipping your mortal body in a desperate bid to prove himself right while also ensuring your utmost pleasure was a scenario that couldn't have been more satisfying. However, your view became obscured when he swiftly removed your clothing and spun you around to face the cold oak doors, all while he eagerly dropped to his knees to worship. In line with his seductive prowess, he assured that he could deliver an unparalleled level of pleasure without penetration, as he had promised, solely by using his godly skilled tongue.

The loud, lascivious sounds of his tongue and lips slurping and smacking against your cunt with every twist and suction reverberated throughout the room. You were fortunate to have returned to his room in the nick of time, especially considering his hands and mouth had been all over your body the moment you departed the Hall of Fire. Thankfully, no unsuspecting elf had to witness the scandalous sight of their Lord engaging in intimate activities with an innocent mortal maiden in the corridor just meters away from his estate. Nevertheless, you were appreciative that the elf Lord was now on his knees, his face buried between your thighs, fervently slurping away as if it were his last meal.

A loud smack to your ass and his larger hands adjusted your body to arch into a deep curve. Your face was pressed against the cold wooden doors while your ass was stuck outwards from Glorfindel to marvel at while he slipped his tongue past your entrance. You would have found the position to be awkward and unappealing at first given the appearance of having your ass in his face, but he proved to you that it was enjoyable as if your legs were wrapped around his head. Grabbing your ass and spreading your cheeks apart to reach his tongue deeper and pushing his face into your heat, he thrust his tongue and curled it, forcing you to squeal louder for him.

“Hmm, don’t be so quiet about it dear. You know you’re enjoying this just as much as I am,” he taunted and teased while giving smacks to your ass and leaving handprints across the area.

Fighting to understand if the rolling of your eyes were due to the pleasure or the smugness in his voice, you found yourself slipping against the door as your sweat built. Fingers scraping against the wood, Glorfindel seemed to pay no mind to the destruction you were causing to his room; he didn’t mind if you trashed the entire place so long as you left here with your opinion in his favour.

Squealing and mewling as his tongue slipped out only for his entire heated mouth to engulf the entire area and form a suction over your clit; had his hand not found purchase on your hips to keep you upright, you would have toppled over. The motion of his lips over your clit reminded you of his linguistic abilities as Lord as he abused the tiny nub like a pacifier. The sounds were lewd as he continued to drink everything your body offered him freely; even the small trickles of liquid as your cunt clenched and squirted into his mouth, he consumed without pause. He refused to use his fingers, wanting to solely prove that his tongue was artistically inclined to demonstrate a prowess unlike any other.

“M-My Lord, fuck, ngghh,” you moaned into the door while his tongue ran over your sensitive clit and flicked it. “Hmm, so good—”

What the hell were you saying? You couldn’t slip up even though the pleasure was euphoric.

You wanted the earth to open up and swallow you whole for agreeing that he was indeed pleasuring you with the highest degree of satisfaction. To make matters worse, he agreed that he wasn’t going to engage in intercourse to prove his point about how otherworldly and spiritually powerful his race had on the body when it came to pleasure. He’d keep you here all week to get it into your head, and it him as he mentioned, “That’s just one session for us elves sweetheart.”

Smug superior being.

Chuckling into your core, his lips firmly grasping your clit, the resulting vibrations sent shivers coursing through your body, compelling you to arch even further into his embrace. You weren’t certain if it was possible to contort into a more debasing position than the one you currently occupied, but given his unwavering determination, he seemed capable of bending you into even more contorted shapes just to assert his elven superiority and compel you to acknowledge your inferiority.

“Are you enjoying this, my dear?” he murmured, his voice muffled as he allowed your ass to envelop his face, unconcerned about the possibility of suffocation, as long as he achieved his objectives first. His hands were actively exploring the rest of your body, primarily focused on your breasts, eager to grope them since he had been denied the opportunity earlier. His fingers teased and manipulated your sensitive nipples while he emitted low growls into your core, revelling in the increasing flow of your arousal and the trembling of your body. This was precisely what he had desired.

He longed to witness the expression on your face as the undeniable truth gradually unfolded, forcing you to confront your denials head-on. He relished the prospect of observing you struggle to reject his abilities, even as the evidence was as clear as day. However, he didn’t mind if you chose to cling to your denials; it only meant that he would keep you ensnared and engrossed in pleasure for the remainder of the week, rendering your tongue incapable of uttering dissent.

As your legs quivered uncontrollably, you bit your lip to stifle the moans and whimpers that threatened to escape. The tears welling up at the corners of your eyes served as testimony to the undeniable reality he presented, yet you remained steadfast in your refusal to concede to his pride. This couldn't be the truth; it must be some illusion crafted by deceitful elves and their enchantments.

“Fuck!” you cried out as your body convulsed. “F-Far from enjoying i-it. You should p-put your back into it more, I barely feel a t–…thing!”

Suppressing a chuckle, it escaped unexpectedly, bursting forth but immediately muffled by the enveloping warmth of his mouth on your pussy. The resulting vibrations rippled through your body, sending waves of goosebumps cascading down your spine. Your legs nearly buckled from the clever manoeuvre, betraying your resolve as your body responded contrary to your intentions. At that moment, his left hand abandoned your breast, descending upon your ass with a firm touch, eliciting a chorus of squeaks and gasps, his aim clearly to extract more moans from you.

The apprehension swirling in your mind, as your body defied your steadfast intentions, was humbling. Here he was, coaxing your reactions like a skilled snake charmer. You bit down on your lip hard enough to taste blood, trying to fend off the growing sensations welling up in the pit of your stomach. This couldn’t be real; your body couldn’t possibly be experiencing pleasure of such overwhelming intensity. If this was just the outcome of one round, with the session barely underway, you doubted your ability to endure the ensuing hours or days if he chose to push the boundaries further, as a testament to his resolve.

The suctions of his lips, moving in perfect harmony with his tongue, shattered your ability to concentrate on anything besides the consuming pleasure of being pleasured orally. His languid strokes over your clit, alternating with teasing nips and gentle kisses, sent your mind spiralling into oblivion. You couldn’t discern which way was up, down, left, or right. For all you knew, you could have been transported to another realm while your most intimate desires were savoured like a sumptuous five-course meal. Why was he so fervent and insistent? You yearned to push him away, yet simultaneously, you craved to keep him closer as the mounting pressure threatened to breach the dam.

You were on the brink, desperately fighting the surge of your mortal pride as it threatened to drown you in the overwhelming desire to cum all over his tantalizing tongue and eager face. You weren’t supposed to enjoy this, yet every stroke and thrust of his tongue felt like a divine gift, setting your body on a path to cloud nine. The undeniable arousal flowing from your core made it nearly impossible to maintain your defences. Damn it, you despised your own body and cursed the magic of his tongue, yet you willingly pushed your ass out to meet its tantalizing movements.

As your body tensed, you couldn’t be sure if you collapsed or if he had pulled you closer, but you knew that the pleasure surged and broke through your dams. All you could discern was that your back was no longer pressed against the door but against a solid wall of sinewy muscle. The soft moans you had been holding back escaped your lips, carried through the air to meet his senses, spreading a triumphant grin across his face. Your arousal smeared across his visage; his lips and chin were adorned with your slick essence, his eyes glazed and brimming with a primal delight. He withdrew slightly, allowing his hands to explore your core, teasing your clit and savouring the way your body quivered and trembled under his skilful touch.

“Are you ready to yield and confess?” he inquired; his voice laced with a challenge.

Squealing from the touch of his finger against your entrance, dancing around the inner lips, you cried out, “N-No! So what—So what if you made me cum; what does that prove?” You were quite the challenge and determined to reject his narrative on the nature of elves.

Your body had already surrendered, sprawled lethargically on the floor in a foetal curl, trembling ever so slightly. It felt as if he had electrified you a thousand times over, and his heightened sensitivity was only adding to the overwhelming aftermath. He continued to goad you, pushing you further toward his grasp as if you hadn't been within his control all along.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured, leaning over your limp form, his lips tracing a path along your sweaty skin, inching upward until they reached your earlobe. “I don’t believe you fully comprehend the control I wield in this situation. No matter how many times you resist the pleasure, I will persist, possessing a stamina that mortals lack. If you happen to lose consciousness, rest assured that my presence will be etched into your being for all eternity. Every action you take, every thought you have, will bear the mark of my touch. Now, the single session we initially agreed upon is far from over—”  

“Glorfindel,” you cried out, interrupting him as he loomed over your form, his lips still caressing your sensitive skin, indulging in delicate nibbles along the way.

Gazing up at you with seemingly innocent eyes, he sported a self-satisfied countenance. “Have you conceded?” he inquired, though it didn’t appear to matter much to him. “Nonetheless, our single session is far from finished, and as a warrior, I possess boundless stamina. A touch of promiscuousness wouldn’t hurt to demonstrate that elves excel in delivering pleasure beyond mortal capabilities.”

“You’re joking right?” you questioned overwhelmed.

“A matter of my honour and pride as an elf.”

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[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

I would love to request a dominate NSFW one shot with Finrod and Thranduil with a fem human reader. Like maybe Finrod comes back like Glorfindel did and he settles in Mirkwood or something.

I hope this serves. And thank you for the idea of Finrod in Mirkwood. This has given me inspiration for fics involving Finrod and Mirkwood.

"Shared pleasures”

Pairing: Finrod x Thranduil x Fem. Reader (Human / Second Person POV)

Themes: Smut (Lemon)

Warnings: Kissing | Dom (Thranduil & Finrod) and Sub (reader) aspects | Explicit language | Breath play | Orgasm denial | Praise Kink | Breeding Kink | Size kink | Penetrative sex  | Rough Sex | Oral (fem. receiving | male receiving) | Cream pie

Wordcount: 1.3k words

Summary: You accept Thranduil and Finrod’s offer to spend the night with them.

Rating: 🔥🔥🔥 Minors DNI | 18+

Rules and tag form here.  

It was a night of many dark and wanton acts. 

"Such a sweet songbird, is she not?" Thranduil glanced at his companion, a golden-haired elf living in Mirkwood for nearly half a year. 

"She most certainly is." Finrod, the elf spoken of in stories and legends, agreed. "Perhaps we should get her to sing a little more."

The Elvenking's lips possessed yours before you could even speak. It was a slow, languorous kiss, one that was filled with sweet promises. A hand gripped your chin, pulling you the other way. The kiss that followed was more teeth and tongue. The grip on your chin tightened. It was Finrod. You opened your eyes and found a pair of burning blue orbs staring right back at you, as if wanting to devour you. 

Finrod had been tainted by the beast he slew with his bare hands and teeth at Tol-in-Gaurhoth. Its blood left a mark he had to bear during his return to Middle-earth. Only when he returned to Valinor for all time would this taint be removed. He pulled away, the light in his eyes dimming a little. He did not want to go too far and hurt you. 

"Go on, little bird," he urged, "attend the king."

You turned to the king, anticipation coursing through your veins. Thranduil's kiss was soft and gentle, one that invited submission. Sinful lips that tasted of honey and wine opened over yours. You sighed and slipped your arms around his shoulders, whimpering when he palmed the soft swell of your breasts. He teased, gently at first, before pressing harder and harder. 

Soft, ragged gasps made him groan. He dipped his head, eager to taste. The sensation of his tongue along the expanse of your skin made you cry wantonly and arch into him. Finrod was intoxicated by the sound.  

"You are a little songbird," He cooed, watching and listening, stroking himself, eager for his turn. When Thranduil moved lower, leaving a damp trail all over your body, he took his chance and kissed you again.

His was a kiss that demanded submission instead of merely asking for it. It was violent and bruising and left you wanting for air. Finrod wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing gently every few moments. The pleasure of it all—him controlling your every breath and Thranduil’s lips settling over your clit was too much. You moaned again, deeply, and repeatedly. Thranduil pushed his tongue deep inside, fucking you with it one moment, then running it flat against your slit another moment. You could barely think. Your nails dug into the sheets, threatening to rip into them when jolts of pleasure licked up your spine. You were close, so very close. You could hear Thranduil’s grunts now. He rested his arm over your belly to stop you from squirming. He feasted on the warmth of your flesh and the sweetness that spilled onto his lips and tongue. It was slow and sensual, just as you would expect it to be. Your hands released their deathlike grip on the sheets and glided over silver-gold hair. Thranduil moaned when he felt the tips of your fingers grazing his scalp.

"I could spend all day like between your legs," he whispered, his eyes flicking up to yours. "Truly, little bird. I cannot get enough of how wonderful you taste."

He eagerly dipped again, bringing you closer and closer with each flick of his tongue. But Thranduil was in no rush. As soon as you began to tremble, your babbles peppering the air, he pulled away with parting kisses to the insides of your thighs.

The sensation of being brought so close and then denied was overwhelming. You were given no moment to gather yourself. Finrod moved over you, taking over where Thranduil left off.

"Spread those legs," he ordered. "And keep your eyes on me."

You did as he commanded. His eyes burned bright when your arms held onto his back and your legs rested over his hips.

 There would be no tenderness with him, not when the mark of the beast reared its head and overtook him. Finrod’s lips captured yours in a heated frenzy. He growled softly when your nails dug into his flesh. It undid him, and he dove into your core without warning, filling you up completely.

"You were made for me," he hissed while thrusting. "You were made for us. Say it, little bird." 

You willingly echoed his words. "I am made for you… the both of you."

Finrod chuckled wickedly. Thranduil pulled you in for a kiss. His lips and tongue still tasted of you. Finrod pulled out of you and flipped you onto your stomach, making it all the easier. He lifted your hips and took you from behind, moaning with delight when your cunt clenched around his cock. You propped yourself on your elbows, whimpering every time he pulled his hips back and pushed in, when he grabbed onto your hand and gently pulled on it so he could go deeper. He was big. So big. Pain mingled with pleasure every time he sheathed his cock in your cunt.

"There my lord," you mewled when he found that place that gave you unimaginable pleasure. "Right there my lord... oh my stars!" 

Thranduil pulled you up until you were on your hands and knees. He wanted to do more than just watch. 

"Open that pretty little mouth; I want to fuck it." He caressed your cheek with one hand, holding it firmly while he guided his cock into your open mouth. When he moaned, "You are such a pleasure to use," shivers went down your spine.

This was what you wanted—all of what you wanted. Thranduil and Finrod made it plain over supper that they intended to ruin you this night; all you had to do was say the word, and they would see to the rest. You had caught their eye while serving them, and they wished to know more of you. Whatever you wanted them to do, they would do. It thrilled you. Having two high elven lords ask you, a mortal no less, to share pleasures with them was something you had never even dreamed of. You agreed to their terms. When you did not care for something, all you had to do was say it, and they stopped without complaint. And now…

Now you did not want either of them to stop.

Finrod’s nails dug into your skin. He wanted to fill you with his seed. It was all he could think of the entire time. He went deeper and harder and faster, growing drunk on skin slapping against skin. His muscles coiled. Sweet tension grew in his belly as need whipped at him like new coils. One hard thrust and that sweet tension snapped. Finrod grunted when his orgasm ripped through him. He continued fucking you until your own release overcame you, groaning every time he felt your cunt milk his cock.

Thranduil was just as relentless. He relished the feel of your lips around his cock and your tongue running along his shaft. He felt the tension building within him. He was close. He wanted nothing more than to spill his seed in your mouth. He pulled on your hair and threw his head back, mouth open in a half-moan, half-whimper. Warmth washed over your tongue when he came.

"Swallow," he ordered, his voice thick and hoarse. "Good, little bird."

You felt strangely empty when they pulled out of you and laid you in bed. Your body was still humming when Finrod rested against you, his nose buried in your hair. You could only sigh dreamily when he mumbled sweet praises in your ear. He told how proud he was of you, praised you for listening and doing all that was asked of you. Thranduil left the bed and brought you water, whispering soothing words while you drank. He joined the two of you not long after.

They asked you to join them again the next night, the night after that, and the night after that. You had only one answer. Yes. 

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[ruiniel]

Hello!

I hope your feeling better, I myself have been feeling like crap lately so you have my sympathies.

I saw your post on glorfindel and was wondering if you'd be happy with more tolkien requests, though I definitely love your castlevania works!

That being said, may I request a glorfindel and a human lady reader?

Thank you for sending! And yes, welcoming Tolkien requests.

I redid an older Glorfindel scene for this... wanted to 'revive' it instead of letting it sit in my drafts. Might follow up with something NSFW, not sure?

General note: also working on the older asks, it's taking forever

Lairë

Pairing: Glorfindel x human fem!reader

Count: 0.5k

Rating: T

Forlond, Lindon, late Second Age

“Laurefindil, Laurefindil!”

He turns from his musing at the sound of his name, his eyes torn from the swaying waves. The day has given way to dusk, and it’s been one of clear skies and mild winds. He breathes the salty breeze, his chest filling with the rush and flow come from the sea depths.

You’re breathless when you reach his side, taking him by the arm. “Look, look a whale! Do you see it? Look there, to the East!”

Glorfindel watches you for a moment, smiling at the sight of your sparkling eyes. He follows your pointing finger. Indeed he sees the tip of a tail splashing silver foam away in the far distance, just where the Gulf of Lune flows into the sea. “I do see it… well done,” he glances back at you. 

Your hair is loose, your dress wet, the sheer material clinging to your thighs and legs after a spree in the shallow waters kissing the shore. Glorfindel himself is unshod, his plain grey tunic reaching his knees, his trousers rolled up to his calves. 

“Well done indeed, and I win, my lord,” you tease, a finger pointing at his chest. “And you know the wager. Tonight, you dance.” His frown makes you chuckle. 

“I most certainly will not.”

You cross your arms. “That was the wager. You took it. I said that I saw them, and you asked me to prove it. I did. Or does Lord Laurefindil only keep his word when it suits?” For a long time, you’d taken to calling him by his Quenya name, knowing it gladdens him to hear it. “No, you promised. Imagine the look on their faces!”

The Elf shakes his head. “You’re being childish.”

Whatever else he may have uttered, it is lost with the way you barrel into him, and even Glorfindel loses his balance with the swiftness of your movements. The sand is warm beneath him, but it’s also in his mouth and ears. Your face hovers into view, framed by salty locks, eyes now twinkling mirthfully above him. “Rise and let me up, or you go unaccompanied to your dancing tonight.” He tries to sound demanding, but somehow, in the short years he’s known you, you’d come to see through most of his devices. 

A half-smile graces your lips, your arms propped on his shoulders. “Make me.” 

He could never stay upset with you for long, pretend or not. His hands slip along your thighs, up your hips, settling there. He closes his eyes at the warmth of your mouth, trailing along his chin, to his lips. His grip tightens on your hips.

And then he’s fast on his feet, even with you struggling and laughing in his arms.

“Put me down, you cannot! Put me down! Laurefindil! You will regret this!”

Still smiling he carries you, futile resistance and all, to the shore. Glorfindel advances into the lazy waves, painted gold and green in the sunset.  “No,” he takes your chin between his fingers. “You will.” And he drops you.

You gasp when cold water douses your sun-warmed skin, thrashing to be free of him. Anyone passing would stand perplexed at the sight of a famed Balrog slayer jestingly dunking the head of a young maiden beneath the sea while she grapples and tugs at his clothing like a writhing handmaiden of Uinen. Your laughter glitters along the shore, lost in the faraway winds.

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[theelvenhaven]

Anniversary Proposals

Glorfindel x Reader

2k Words

Request:  Greeting, I adore your blog and been here since the start, I want to attempt a request for the first time. Reader (fem  preferably or neutral) proposes to Glorfindel in marriage (in Gondolin), they were friends and pinning for eachother since so long but she is human with a limited life span, being anxious, she makes her mind up and does something unusual instead of waiting for him to make the move. Whether you do it or not, know that you're my fav Tolkien blog over here, thank you so much.

A/N: Hey anon! Wow how lucky am I that you have been here so long! I am so happy to still have you here with me on the blog! :) I stuck with neutral reader and I hope that is okay. But thank you so much for your continued support of my blog! It means so much to me! I hope you enjoy! <3

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Today you were going to do it, finally having worked up the nerve and courage to do so. It was a beautiful and perfect day to do it finally. With the sky cloudless and Anor was shining brilliantly down into Gondolin. Making the white spires and walls sparkle and glitter under it’s light, the song birds sang and flitted overhead.

Spring was in full swing, with beautiful flowers in bloom. With trees of gray with leaves of green and silver glittering and swaying overhead. Thesound of fountains trickling met your ears, mingling with those birds and pollinators like bees and butterflies danced among Manwe’s wind. Yes today was absolutely perfect to propose.

To which you could thank Ecthelion for, for bolstering your confidence. Having grown far too impatient to wait any longer. It was either now- or at the pace Glorfindel was going- it would never happen. You would be a ripe one hundred-year-old on your deathbed before the words ever left his mouth and a ring was ever slipped onto your finger.

You loved him immensely and you understood the ravages of time didn’t work the same way for the elf that you grew to love so much. It was slow and long lasting, countless thousands of years he had to live before his fea consumed his body- as he explained to you- but you on the other hand. Your fea wouldn’t consume your body. You wouldn’t live for thousands of years let alone hundreds. 

You were mortal, you would age, grow weak and grow feeble. You would slip away from the world like so many of your ancestors had before you. It was inevitable, and you had come to terms with it, but what you weren’t coming to terms with was how long it was taking Glorfindel to propose. 

The first year you understood, it had only been a year into that relationship. It was so fresh and new; you would not have accepted if he had proposed then. The second year you were becoming more comfortable by the idea of getting married, but by the fourth year you were certainly ready for it. 

Yet Glorfindel never asked.  

Here you were on your sixth year of courting and still Glorfindel hadn’t asked for your hand in marriage. He hadn’t done anything that hinted to you that he was going to propose to you. Nothing to the effect that he wanted to spend the rest of your life together, and now you were downright impatient.  

Holding the little velvet box that held his ring if he couldn’t do it right. You weren’t afraid of the challenge, reminded daily that this forever wouldn’t be forever for you. 

There was no one else you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. What wasn’t to love about Glorfindel? He was kind, and cheerful, loving and funny. Yet just a tad forgetful about the fact that you were a mortal on occasion. This was certainly one of those occasions. 

Though he certainly didn’t forget anniversaries. 

Today marked your sixth anniversary, your seventh year being in Gondolin. Which had been a dream to be here, let alone meeting and being with your now partner. Save it felt like time was passing too quickly and your partner had yet to ask the question.

You hoped that when Glorfindel arrived that he didn’t have an inkling as to what it was you were planning, seeing as you had vented your frustrations to Ecthelion. Who, by all means, encouraged that you propose to him when the idea had left your lips, you made him promise to secrecy. Though there had been plenty of times in the past that Ecthelion had to breach those secrets, granted for good reasons of course.

Quietly you tucked the ring box back into your robe pockets as you heard hurried and quick footsteps begin to approach you on the veranda you stood on. Turning to find that it was Glorfindel who was approaching, with a bright and happy smile and a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

You couldn’t help but smile as you saw him, his smile was infectious as always. Warm and captivating, you took in the sight of your handsome partner. The way his long blond hair was left long with a circlet of silver sitting atop his head. Dressed in warm earthtones of browns and greens, that were embroidered with little celandines and ivy leaves.

As always your partner quite the vision and the sight for sore eyes, and you felt your nerves only begin to grow as you realized this was the ellon that you were going to propose too. For the love of Eru you prayed for courage to be able to do so.

“Y/N, meleth nin, it is good to see you. I apologize for running so behind.” Glorfindel began keeping his cheery grin as he climbed up the steps of the veranda outstretching his arms, inviting you to step in. You didn’t hesitate to hug him at the motion of the gesture, coming to rest your head against his chest and listening to the thrumming of his heart.

“It is alright, the important this is that you are here now.” You smiled and said with warmth as you lay contently there for a moment, before finally you pulled away. Wondering if now was the right time to propose to him, yet something in your gut told you to wait before you pulled out the ring box not ready to do so just yet.

“These are for you, meleth.” Glorfindel said in a soft voice, holding out the bouquet of roses towards you, you couldn’t help but grin wider as you accepted them. Taking them from his hands and bringing yourself to bury your nose in them to smell them.

There was nothing sweeter than Eldar grown roses, and the ones that the other Edain had tried to tame and grow themselves just simply couldn’t compare. Not to mention the shade of red that these were, there breathtakingly beautiful. You hummed inhaling their sweet scent,

“Glorfindel these are beautiful.” You mused to him thoughtfully before you moved cradle them gently and look up at him, seeing that his grin was certainly still there. Gently he leaned forward to capture your lips with his. Pressing a soft kiss to you,

“Not nearly as beautiful as you are… They pale in comparison.” He hummed out softly to you and you began to blush softly at his smooth and enticing words. Keeping your happy smile, before you reached for one of his hands with your free one, to pull him along further to sit down on one of the benches near the railing.

Glorfindel was happy to tag along behind you, before sitting down with you while you set the flowers aside. Glorfindel was the first to speak,

“How would you like for us to spend our day together, Y/N?” He asked with a big smile, and you couldn’t help but wear some surprise on your face. Usually for your anniversaries the two of you dedicated a lunch and your evenings together. Not really the whole day today.

“You have today off?” You asked him still with your surprise, but quickly a smile overtook you as excitement ran through you. Glorfindel mirrored your expression as he began to nod, jostling his blond hair. The rays of Anor shining down on him, making him even more ethereal and beautiful than he already was.

Yes today would be the perfect day to propose to him, damn any societal norms that said he must do it first due to his status as Lord. You were happy to do it first and knew it would all be worth it and you couldn’t wait to see the smile on his face when you did it.

“Yes I do, it is a big anniversary even if it isn’t our twelfth yet.” Glorfindel said, and ah yes you remembered how the elves had their affinity for six. A calendar that you were still adjusting too. Six days of the Week, Six Seasons, and so on. So you supposed this was a significant anniversary,

“Well then I want to give you your surprise.” You said with a big grin, and you watched the way his eyes began to sparkle with wonder and curiosity. Wondering what exactly the surprise could possibly be.

“A surprise? For me?” He said warmly and you could hear the eagerness in his voice as he spoke. Glorfindel wasn’t one for gifts, and you knew it. But every now and again when you did something on an important occasion he was always accepting of your gifts and excited to receive them.

“Mhmm I do!” You smiled to him with a big grin, before you stood up from your seat, now was the perfect time to propose to him. You had all day to do it, but you were simply full of jittering excitement and couldn’t wait to do it. That was the premise of why you wanted to propose to begin with, was because Glorfindel was taking too long.

“Now close your eyes.” You watched as he gave you a soft smile, clearly with a little hesitation in the air, as he wasn’t usually one for long drawn out surprises. Nonetheless he did exactly as he was instructed, closing his eyes, you quietly took the ring box out of your pocket. Moving to stand in front of him before kneeling down.

Opening the ring box the two of you waited in silence for a moment as you felt your heart pounding in your chest with excitement. With nervousness and even a tinge of worry finding him as you feared that he may reject you. But you hoped that wasn’t the case, you had faith that it wouldn’t be the case.

“You can open now.” You said with a bit of a shaky breath, and watched as he fluttered his eyes open to look at you and then immediately at the ring that was in the box. A look of surprise found his face and that surprise was indiscernible, you couldn’t tell if he was excited or not. If anything you were quickly growing concerned that he was going to reject you.

“Glorfindel, will you marry me?” You asked with confidence, or tried to with confidence that was dwindling down at the fact that he wasn’t answering you and the expression hadn’t left his face. Suddenly Glorfindel stood from his place on the bench, reaching out for your hands, and gently helping you to your feet.

You felt your heart sink at the fact that he hadn’t said anything- and you were utterly worried that he was about to reject you in full. As gently as he could, you knew the rejection would hurt regardless of how sweet and gentle he was. You were fully prepared for it, and you swallowed the lump in your throat.

Debating if you even wanted to hear him reject you or if you should just leave.

Before you could make a decision did his hands come to cup your face, his thumbs stroking your cheek before he dipped his head in to kiss you.

Glorfindel’s lips melded passionately with yours, stealing the air from your lungs as he did not hold back. His hands still holding your face so tenderly, lingering for the longest moment as he kissed you. You were reeling from the intensity of his kiss, hardly knowing how to react other than to kiss him back, and try and keep up with his pace.

Finally Glorfindel pulled away resting his forehead against yours, grinning widely as he continued to cradle your face.

“Of course, I will.” He breathed out joyfully, and you found yourself grinning alongside him. Your heart soaring in your chest grateful and happy that his answer was a resounding yes! That he would marry you! Praise Eru!

“There is no one I’d rather be with than you, Y/N.” Glorfindel continued, gushing with excitement, and you felt like you could breathe again. Relieved, happy, excited.

“I love you Glorfindel.” You said to him in a soft breath, and you felt his lips press back to yours again, but only for a moment.

“And I love you too.” He answered you warmly, finally all the right things had fallen into place and you couldn’t be anymore grateful with how they were turning out to be. You couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with him.

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[erajoie07]

Glorfindel x fem reader

Writer's note: Today is Sunday and I revisited Glorfindel's characterization, and I was interested with a picture of him mastering his horse in the dark forest, glowing beautifully in the dark. This blurb can be thought as a metaphor or another way. We have all been in dark places in our lives and we meet people who served as our light and got us out. But we should be careful of these people or they'll lead us back to these dark places. Truly, literature reflects human experiences. I belive that this is one of those blurbs, fics where I went hard in description, and I'm so happy I could cry, no joking. I hope you enjoy this because I really wrote this in one seating and I loved it. The artist of the artwork is Anke Eißmann.

Within the towering dark barks in the dense forest and canopies reaching the bleak sky, and the fog that blurs the sight and path, there is almost little to nothing but fear and frustration. She has lost her way numerous times for when she turns another direction, little hope is there for her. This cursed forest whispers of dark murmurs and entities seeming to lead her astray. The once noticeable paths lead her to added layer of despair. No matter where she turn, something stops her. Alone, frightened, she dismisses all hope and crumble in her spot, bawling her eyes out for the endless pain she is left with. She has been here before. Many have led her out of this forest, only to return once more where she came. She covers her ears from the entities that whisper endless torture. With that, she shrinks and cowers in fear.

Hooves miss digging the ground as its owner masters the beautiful horse to gallop past the trees with its combined light from the torch he's holding and the golden glow he emits. The trees contort to seemingly deflate to the ground, the entities rush away before it is sucked by the immensely powerful light. His hair flows in the wind behind him, leaving trails of small light. The amount of light he uses permitted him to see the cowering maiden about to be devoured by the entity if not for the light that can suck it in. The man pulls the horse to walk to the terrified maiden. Upon feeling the warm glow, she raises her head, just to pull it down by the terribly beautiful glow of a man with pointy ears, clad in the the most beautiful garb she has ever seen, diminishing the torn rags she wears. He skillfully gets off his high horse, swaying its rump and mane.

“Fear no more, you are safe. They cannot hurt you now. Come now, dear, reach my hand.”

She looks up once more and the light no longer hurts her eyes, she can now see his face, smiling so vividly on her. Reaching out his hand, with the torch in the other shining upon them. She hesitantly reaches her hand, when she looks at him again, the smile never wears off. Her fingers reach his palm, and he grasps them pulling her up. Smaller than him in height.

“I'll get you out of here now, dear. You will never have to be afraid again.”

As if on cue, the horse, named Asfaloth gets down and lets her climb on him. With that, the man, who was an elf, named Glorfindel charges the horse on his feet. “Brace yourselves on me, dear.” She follows, then Glorfindel masters Asfaloth out of the forest.

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[mcwentfandomtraveling]

We Are a Family

Glorfindel x reader

Warnings : They talk about pregnancy, reader is afraid of pregnancy, the reader wants a family but not right now, that decision isn't for everyone it's just what I decided for this fic, fem reader, a bit of nudity in the bath, but overall just reaching an understanding and fluff, no beta, not enough peace of mind or time to edit so sorry about any mistakes, also I don't have as much experience with the Silmarillion as other people on tumblr so I'm basically shooting in the dark with elvish words. It's hit or miss and I'm hoping hit.

A/n : it's 2:36 am and I should be sleeping but no...I needed some Glorfindel and I hope you guys can enjoy too! If it's alright to ask please no constructive criticism with this particular fic, it's not perfect, by far not perfect but it's my first attempt that I tried doing. I've been struggling with the confidence to write for a while so please go easy on me!

It was no surprise to Y/N that Glorfindel had always dreamed of being an Adar, he fought bravely in the name of peace even having been reborn from that noble deed, and now that a time of peace has finally begun, Glorfindel wanted to experience the joys of creating and having children.

Small beings made from the love of him and his beloved. The pure joy, creativity, and laughter of children was the very image of peace and love to Glorfindel.

The peace he fought to earn.

He often asked his treasured Y/n what personality he thinks they might have or what mannerisms or even what interests they might inherit from the both of them.

Y/n always smiled and said "I'm not sure, only time will tell" with thoes words Glorfindel put his arm around her waist and pulled her close.

"Meleth nîn, you mean everything to me, I love you dearly" he whispered.

He often thought about how stunning Y/n would be carrying his child inside her.

Y/n smiled and pressed her head against his chest feeling the strength and intensity of his heartbeat, the heart that contained the bravery and courage this Balrog slayer.

However Y/n, as courageous as she usually is, could never find the courage within herself to tell Glorfindel something rather important about this wish of his and so time had come and chosen a time and place for her.

And that time and place was a late afternoon just after sparring practice. Glorfindel and Y/n were home in the bath as he leaned back slightly as Y/n washed his hair asking him about how he felt and all the interesting things he had to share.

He hummed in delight chatting all about his day as Y/n's nimble fingers were scratching and rubbing, thoroughly making sure his cascading golden locks were perfectly clean and scented to his preference.

Once Y/n rinsed it off, he walked out taking in the sight of her beautiful form in a thin dress, damp with water from the bath.

"Y/n, shall we try tonight? Starting a family I mean" he asked.

Y/n froze unsure of what to say, instead she averted her gaze.

"Melda, are you alright? Are you feeling unwell? Please look at me" he asked.

"Glorfindel, could we please go to the bedroom" she whispered. "Yes of course" he said, gently lifting her into his arms and carrying her to the bedroom.

He gently placed her on the bed and sat down himself, quickly glacing over her form, she seemed tense and trembling, he tried to discern what she might be feeling in this moment.

"Y/n, you do not need to answer my questions today, however, I'd like to ask if you feel ready to start a family, I'd like to hear your opinion when you feel ready to share it" he said.

"No no, you deserve an answer veru" she said taking a deep breath.

He patiently waited sitting by her and holding her hand. She looked at him and took a couple more breaths before starting.

"The long answer is yes but the short answer is no, truthfully I'm scared of pregnancy, but that does not mean I don't wish to start a family, just perhaps not right now, it doesn't mean that I don't trust you to be there for me and sit with me through every sickness and cravings, it just means I fear the changes that will happen to my body, I was once told I will never feel the same again after pregnancy, and thoes words stuck with me ever since" she explained.

Glorfindel held her close saying "Meleth nîn, you mean everything to me, I love you dearly, I'm sorry you felt scared to tell this to me, I promise I am not angry and I'm glad to hear what you have to say, and I don't mind waiting, we have all eternity until you feel ready melda"

He rubbed small circles on her back in a soothing gesture.

"I'm so sorry Glorfindel, I know you wanted a family" she said.

"Meleth, we are a family" he said as he nuzzled her neck playfully.

She wrapped her arms around him and said "Glorfindel, you're the sweetest husband anyone could ever ask for" as they enjoyed eachother's company well into the depths of the night.

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Elvish words I googled

• Meleth nîn  (my love)

• Melda (beloved/ lovely, beautiful, desirable)

• Veru (husband)

• Adar (dad/father)

Honestly I don't know if this is correct I just googled these. I decided to take a risk and try to use what I could find.

Also this Glorfindel was basically molded by what little I read and understood in the Silmarillion, but mostly what I read on tumblr, especially by @icarus-fell-in-spring who has an incredible masterlist of fics and especially some beautiful Glorfindel ones (Hi! I'm the person/anon who asked for tips on writing Glorfindel a long while back! I finally attempted it! Still don't think it's good enough but I'm feeling brave enough to try posting it! And thank you for your reply too)

I also love how @lovefairymina writes Glorfindel and I was inspired to at least try!

#glorfindel #glorfindel x reader #silm fic #silmarillion #Silmarillion Glorfindel

[wareagleofthemountain]

MASTER LIST!

Thranduil:

What Do You Know of Love? Parts 1 2

Haldir x OC wife Caladwen:

A Family Affair

Caladwen Missing Haldir While He’s on Patrol HC

Long Story…

Pottery HC

The Dr. Is In

Glorfindel:

Haunted House HC

Courting Glorfindel HC

Glorfindel With A Guide Dog (Glorfindel x Blind!reader)

Tauriel:

Opposites Attract (Tauriel x Fem!Reader)

Autumn Leaves (Tauriel x Fem!reader)

Prince Nuada:

Nuada HCs

NSFW Nuada HCs

Tears of Gold (Nuada x Fem Elf reader)

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Summer Stories 2023

If someone wants to add some spice...here is a list for yet another event for July :D Feel free to add a prompt from that list lol

Week 1

Fireflies - Bagginshield for @lordoftherazzles

Seaside - Círdan and an ugly ship for @fishing4stars

Beat the heat - Daemags for @searchingforserendipity25

Postcards - Victorian AU Balin for my husband

Evenings - Curuwendil for @cilil

Week 2

Ice-cold drinks - Dwalin x Nori for @lordoftherazzles

Summer festival - Gil-Galad x Elrond x Glorfindel for @maglor-my-beloved

Campfire - Gothmog x Eönwë for @cilil 🔥

Picnics - Beleg/Mablung for @lycheesodas 🔥

Shade - The Fëanturi for @cilil

Week 3

Grassy hillsides - Maedhros x Fem!Reader for anon

Summer storms- Bagginshield for @maalezzo

Roadtrip - meta-story for my husband

Cocktails - Bagginshield for @lordoftherazzles

Suntan/Freckles - Halenthir for @elentarial

Week 4

Poolside: the Ultimate Pool Party Eleganza Extravaganza

Stargazing - Elrond x Erestor for @maglor-my-beloved

Dandelions - Bagginshield for @lordoftherazzles

Fireworks - Fëanor x reader for @wandererindreams

Frozen treats - Gothmog x OC for my husband

#og post #Masterlist #FOTFICS July challenge #Summer stories 2023 #4 weeks of fun #IDNMT writes #fanfiction #writing #tolkien writing #jrrt

[elithilanor]

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Send a flower, get a line:

“Have I truly offended you so much?” He asks as he leans against the doorframe in his battle leathers, arms crossed over his chest and smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

#a very long overdue attempt at a fic #Glorfindel x Fem! Reader #it’s a request #Glorfindel

[doodle-pops]

Impress Me

Glorfindel x reader

Kinktober 2022: Thigh Riding

Request: NSFW request: “the only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.” Glorfindel x Fem!Reader - anon

Warnings: fembod, thigh riding, mean dom! Glorfindel, dacryphilia

Word Count: 2.2k

Synopsis: A slip up in your mannerisms leaves you quaking.

Prompt: “the only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

You’d been acting out of turn for weeks going into a month and all Glorfindel did was sit back in his chair and leaned against the wall and smirk. A wine glass in hand, he’d look on at your scandalous behaviour which demonstrated all acts of immodesty with a silent playful stare. The corners of his lips would turn upwards whenever he let you believe that you bested him at another round of your disapproving attitude. All he simply did was added your behaviour to a mental list he created every time you did something unpleasant in his eyes. Whether it was the flirtation with his friends or the lowly cut dress that revealed your cleavage for the world to ogle or the rolls of your eyes whenever he commanded you to obey him, he simply remained quiet until it was the rightest time to strike, which was obviously now.

You laid bare on the bed before Glorfindel, blindfolded and spread open for the world – only him – to see. Your chest was heaving with tear stains blemishing your cheeks from a painful punishment. He denied your orgasm four times and your body was begging for relief. Cries and pleas for him to give in and give you what you desired were ignored. Because as you were warned, “You’re nowhere in the position for making demands kitten.” His rough calloused hands grazed your legs, trailing around your knee till they reached the inner of your thighs and danced near your nether region. Glorfindel’s fingers ghosted your sensitive lips, watching how your body was torn between squirming away from his touch and folding.

Parting your lips with two of his fingers, you cried out to him and cast your pleads and apologies for your behaviour, but they weren’t enough for Glorfindel to give in. His punishment with you was far from finished, it was only the beginning of a long and excruciating night. Just then, his index travelled south and dipped into your heat, slowly pumping in and out and feeling the immeasurable heat radiating.

“You want me to stop yet your cunt tells me otherwise.” His voice was drenched in honey and sinfully irritating as it mocked and humiliated you.

Tossing and turning about the bed, you couldn’t get far due to your hands and legs being fought against by his other free hand. It was an impossible task fighting against him given his warrior disposition. You were set to lose the fight from the start, but if you could just try, maybe you’d have some dignity left instead of giving up, “G-Glorfindel please, please, j-just let me cum. I beg y-you.”

"I beg y-you," he was having a ball humiliating you, just as you attempted to do with him, "You’ve been begging me all night darling, and nothing seems to be working. How desperate are you?”

His responses were menacingly terrifying. You knew just how worked up he got whenever he got the opportunity to have ultimate payback. His blood was always pumping vigorously pushing him into a savage.

Struggling to focus and catch your breath, it was proving difficult with the dangerous sliding of his finger through your heat, “I-I’ll do anything…please.” With a final breath, you collapsed into the bed as his finger ministration refused to let up. In truth, he was taking in your words, and it was the ‘anything’ part that had him thinking.

Glancing around the room and ignoring your moans, he was racking his brain for a perfect solution. What could he have you do? Old ideas of him asking for you to experiment with different activities with him flashed across, but all of them proved to give you control, he didn’t want to give it up so quickly. He could have you suck him off, but that was too simple. He could have you ride him and then deny you once again. Or…he would make you ride his thigh; make you work for your orgasm since you wanted it so badly. The dark chuckle that escaped his lips reverberated within his chest warmly.

Slipping his finger out abruptly, his hands went to work to pull you up and remove your blindfold. Adjusting your vision was the second most painful experience you had tonight. The room was dimly lit but was still bright compared to your lack of visual perception. Just when you thought you were gaining some freedom, a hand reached out and snatch you by your wrist to tug you up the bed and sit on a sturdy object. Hisses erupted when your exposed cunt came in contact with the material. It felt soft like cotton as your hands reached out to explore and under, you felt the sturdy object it covered. It flexed easily under your touch, relaxing, and then contracting in seconds. Your vision was still slight poor to analyze what you were sitting on.

You wanted to shift but the grip on your waist told you otherwise. They screamed ‘patience’ and you knew they belonged to your husband. Still fighting to bring in your line of sight, it was obscured by your husband leaning into your space to whisper his patronizing words, “The only way you get to cum is by riding my thigh.” His words were followed by a harsh slap to your ass signalling you to get started.

Blinking a few times, it was then your sight of him smirking with a glass of wine in his hand and the other resting behind his head came into view. You were sitting on his left thigh with a wet patch soiled into his trousers from where you were positioned. Gazing at him through hooded eyes, you frowned before resting your hands on either side of his leg to make the first move. You were sensitive and you felt it through the first contact against your clit. Your little bundle of nerves quivered under the pressure being released as you worked your hips back and fro. Your body was trembling at the relief of pleasure it got and knowing that it was going to be achieved on your time.

Lips parted, you were panting and whining as your hips dragged itself up and down his thigh leaving streaks of your arousal leaking all over. Glorfindel said nothing as he watched with glints of lust swirling around in his jaded orbs, only lifting the glass of wine occasionally to his lips to quench his thirst. You couldn't read his facial expression aside from the fact that your head was cast downwards, but he wore a blank mask. No one could tell if he was pleased, satisfied, or bored, there was just emptiness. All the expressions came from you as you tumbled into the pleasure blanket, elated by the warmth and comfort it provided.

Your face contorted as did your body, relaying all the powerful and overwhelming tingling sensations you experienced. You were a mess as your clit continually bumped against his thick muscular thighs. You could feel your little nub trembling from the overstimulation it was facing, but you had to suck up the pain and go with the flow of things. If you were getting the chance to redeem yourself, it was best that you put on the performance of a lifetime. Tossing your head back, an earth-shattering moan flew from your throat when you felt your coils tightening. Your legs were already growing weary, your hips were slowing down and the urge to reach your hand downwards and touch yourself was growing, but you didn’t want to anger him further. A command to ride his thigh was given and you’d do just that. Lifting one hand of the sheets, you brought it to your breast, tugging your dainty little nub, pulling, and twisting in hopes of adding to your pleasure and getting you off faster. As you felt your pressure growing, you lifted the other hand to join in on the act.

Humping his thigh like a wild animal through the searing sensitivity, you pushed through and rode him like a rodeo. Your hair fell around your frame, encasing you in an angelic glow and the lighting in the room did its job by enhancing the sheen of sweat. You appeared as a Goddess riding him and giving him all your songs. Glorfindel couldn’t prevent the heat from pooling in his stomach as he looked on, and on natural reflexes, his thigh muscles flexed and stiffened under. Riding his muscular thigh had never felt so compelling.

"Come on, I know you can do better than that kitten," he said with aggravation laced in his voice as a hand rose to pinch at your thigh, urging you to move faster. Casting a heated glare at him as tears formed in your eyes, he returned an unbothered smirk.

He watched with a clenched jaw because his erection was straining in his pants, and he wished for you to hurry along. His glass of wine was already finished, and he couldn’t leave the bed for another, all he could do was lean back and peep the show, but he wanted more. All you could do was ride his leg with the best energy you could muster but he was already growing tired of your sluggish movements and didn’t hesitate to snake a hand around your waist and tug you into his chest. Arching his left leg upwards to rest between your thighs, he switched between dribbling and bouncing his leg up and down for maximum pleasure, while his mouth pushed your hands out the way and wrapped its lips around your nipple.

He laughs into your body at you, your pathetic, whiney cries for more “Please, please, please, oh God, fuck –”. Amazed how he could easily turn you into a mess. You were chanting incomprehensible gibberish with your head tossed backwards while your nails dug into his shoulder blades. So much for you riding his thigh.

One arm was around your waist and the other was groping your ass he glided your body to match his pace. The whole point was to get you off faster, and it seemed to be working from the excessive volume of juices you were leaking. Your body had given up halfway with working your own hips since his hands took over to do the pacing. More than half his thigh was already soaked, and his cotton pants clung to his skin. Prying his lips on your breast and kissing his way up to meet your neck, he reeled back before placing a fat hickey at the juncture of your neck, for the world to see. He licked at it and listened to the hisses you released from the pain; it made his cock twitch endlessly.

All the sounds your cunt was making as it dragged over his thigh were lewd. You were drenched and all the squelching was visibly heard. At this point, all your dignity was lost.

“How shameful, look at the mess you've made and you're going to cum all over my thigh already,” he scoffed. He found it pathetic how quickly you were coming undone especially after earlier lip service. Truly pathetic and he adored it. There were heart floating around his head and swimming in his eyes as he looked on.

"If you want to cum so badly, say the magic word kitten," and at his deadly whisper, his leg slowed its movement to snail's pace while the hands on your waist halted your movements.

Whining with tears flowing down your face, you gripped his shoulders and dug your nails into them while wailing into his neck, crying out his name, "G-Glorfindel p-please move, 'm so close."

Fat tears poured down your face and Glorfindel made no attempt to change his pace until you caved in one last time and begged for his touch. He enjoyed being cruel at times, you deserved it after all those stunts you'd freely pull. He watched you cry into his neck, wetting his skin with your salty tears before he cooed, "You know the words kitten, come on, just say them."

His voice was antagonizing as it floated into your ears. You could hear and feel the smirk plastered on his face. Swallowing the last ounce of humility you possessed, you cried into his neck, "Please, p-please, please, Glorfindel, please I beg you. Let me cum."

"One more time for me, kitten, let me hear you," Eru, he could be so fucking patronizing. You wanted to claw the smirk off his face. He was loving the way he could toy with your orgasm like a predator toying with its meal.

Choking on your sobs, you conformed under his will again, "Please my Lord, Sir, just please let me cum. I'm sorry."

Pleased at your attempts, the hands on your waist tightened their grip and dragged your hips deliriously against his leg, making your head spin. Tossing and turning your head as though you were in pain, all you were focusing on right now was getting to your high. The pressure was unbearable, and the coil was searing in the pit of your stomach. Clenching your teeth, feeling as if they would shatter, you felt your body trembling as the flames took over your skin. The sweat coating your skin did nothing to ease the heat as it surpassed normal temperatures. It was as if your body was going into shock from all the denials earlier. It wasn’t sure how to process the oncoming wave.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh –”

Your cries were cut-off as your body flopped into his, violently convulsing before going limp in his arms. There was nothing but your silent breathing as your body laid flop onto him. You had passed out from the intensity of your orgasm and had already drifted off. Glorfindel did know if it was to laugh or sympathize with your situation as it was you who caused yourself to wind up there. His hands cradled you closely, pulling you off his thigh and wrapping you up in his arms while murmuring about how this could have been avoided if you weren’t so difficult, but he knew you couldn’t help it. It was within your nature to be difficult around him, but you just couldn’t help yourself, he always gave you good pleasure in the end. However, tonight was different, and he was sure that whenever you awoke, he’d do his best to ensure that you’d never forget it.

"Rest for now kitten, I'm far from finished with you."

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[elronds-pointy-ears]

At your Mercy Chapter 6

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Pairing: Gil-Galad x human! fem! Reader

Warnings: none, this thing is not proof read guys so there might be some mistakes.

Word Count:  2028

Summary: Combat lessons with Glorfindel and a new Job.

Thank you for reading 💜

“What do you know about basic combat?” Glorfindel asked. Not even a week passed and Mallahir annoyed you enough that you went looking for the Captain of the Watch and planned a date for your first sparring lesson. So here you were, standing in front of the blonde ellon who apparently was the greatest warrior who ever lived. He raised an eyebrow when you took a while longer to answer him. “Well I know exactly nothing. I have never had to fight you see. My dad would never teach me since I was a girl and not a boy.” “Foolish.” The blonde said. “That is just one more reason for you to learn how to fight. Or at least defend yourself properly.” You sighed. You knew he was right but it never occurred to you that you might be in danger at any given point. It was just never taught to girls and you never asked anyone to teach you. “Of all the creatures in this world I am going to have to tell you, you are the weakest. I mean you’re a human. A woman at that. I am not trying to offend you but of all races and genders you are the easiest prey. You are small, not so strong and generally just not built for fighting. But fortunately there is a lot we can do about that.”

“For the beginning I am going to try to attack you ok. And you try to fight back ok. So I can see where you are at the moment.” You nodded and got ready, fists raised in front of you. Glorfindel moved swiftly towards you trying to attack you while looking at you. You moved out of the way the first time and tried to hit him when he recovered from his first attempt just to catch your arms mid-air and swing you around so he could wrap his arms around your body and hold you.

“Not bad actually for the first try.” He released you again and told you to attack him this time. “If you can hit me once I’ll buy you a drink after.” He winked at you. His gorgeous smile that followed made you blush slightly and you lunged forward trying to hit him in the face so he would not see your red cheeks. Again he moved out of the way with little to no effort. You kept swinging again and again but you never even got close to hitting him.

Eventually you got a little frustrated. “Can you just stand still for once.” You exclaimed a little out of breath.

“Why? Do you want me to buy you a drink that desperately?” That earned him another swing you sadly missed. “You are unbelievable.” He just laughed. He stopped you after a good minute and told you to just stand there and listen to him.

“I see from our little fight here that you have an excellent fighting spirit. Unfortunately you lack the strength , speed, stamina and really just tactics and strategy. So I am going to teach you the basics first. We’ll start with your stance.” He motioned for you to copy him. “You need to stand like this. Legs spread a little so you won’t lose balance. Bend your knees a little. It’ll help you a lot.” You copied him and when he was done correcting he continued. “Good and now you want to turn your body slightly to the side. You want to minimize the attackable target. But never lose sight of your surroundings ok.” You nodded and listened to him. He explained and corrected you for the rest of the afternoon. He tested you every now and then and it was beginning to exhaust you. So you were grateful when Elrond came to interrupt since you were already feeling your muscles beginning to hurt. You would come back to the training grounds the next day and the day after that Glorfindel insisted. You got along well. His open flirty side was something you had a lot of fun with and he knew it. It was no harm done and it actually helped you to loosen up a little. It was not uncomfortable at all and he was actually very proud when you left the training grounds that day.

You followed Elrond back to the Kings Halls. He said you were needed there and you wondered why. It made you nervous and he must have sensed it. “No need to worry Y/N you did not commit a crime if that’s what you’re thinking about.” He said when he stopped and turned around. “Oh but what is it then my Lord?” “Y/N please just Elrond.” You nodded and he smiled. “I have to leave soon. In a few days I will be traveling to Eregion. I need someone to take up my work for the High King when I am there.” Your eyes widened and your mouth fell slightly open. “Oh no do not worry Y/N you are the best person for this job.” He walked closer to you and put his hand on top of your arm. “You know best how everything works here and I trust you.” He reassured you. “Elrond, no , I am not ready for this. How would I know what to do? What if I mess up? I doubt the High King would have mercy on me like you did.”

Your horrified face disliked Elrond greatly and he searched for your eyes. “Y/N listen to me. I am sure you will not mess up. You’ve practically been doing everything that needs to be done for the last weeks already. Sometimes you’ll have to run an errand for the King and you have to be ready at his request at all times but I assure you he is a noble Elf and a good King.” You gulped moving your hand through your hair combing it back. “I have already informed the King and he accepted so you do not have to worry about it.” “Oh.” Was all you could muster. Your mind was speeding from all the things that could go wrong to how you would probably embarrass yourself to the point that you could no longer look into the High King's eyes. Not that you could look into his eyes now they were far too intense for you so you would look away after a few seconds already. Elronds voice brought you back from your wandering mind “Come on now. Gil-Galad is waiting and even though he is a patient King you best not let him wait too long.”

When you walked into the great Hall the High King sat in his throne patiently waiting for you to walk across the room. With each step you took you could hear the adrenaline rushing in your veins. Why were you so nervous? You stopped a few feet away from the High King and bowed your head.

“My King I have brought Y/N. She has acknowledged what I have informed her of and she agrees to be my substitute.”

The High King moved in his throne and spoke “Y/N do you agree to not tell anyone about matters at court. Conversations are to be kept secret and confidential information is not to be spoken of.” He gazed at you seriously.

“Yes High King. My mouth is shut and I am loyal to you.” You exclaimed.

The High King raised from his seat and walked down the steps. His golden robes billowed in the wind when he descended to your level. “Very well then. I expect you to keep your word.” With that he walked past you to what you assumed were his quarters.

The following morning you met up with Glorfindel again and he taught you how to swing a good fist. The day after that he taught you how to free yourself from someone's grip using your elbow, knee or head. You managed to elbow Glorfindel once and it made you incredibly happy. Glorfindel praised you and everyday you got a little better in combat.

When Elrond left Mithlond to travel to Eregion you knew you were going to have a hard time. You were still not sure why you felt this weird unfamiliar feeling when you were close to the High King but now you had to spend time with him. You could no longer leave the room aor go the other direction when he was there. It was part of your job now to talk to him. Report to him or run around the city to deliver a message if he requested you to do it.

Thankfully he kept interaction between you to a minimum. You imagined he did not fully trust you because of your human heritage and was not ready to let you get too close in case you would turn out to be a traitor. You would do minor jobs for him every now and then, tell him different things going on around town and every now and then ask about humans in what you figured was to understand how the human towns worked and how they lived. Surprisingly you did not find him to be as complicated as you first thought. Elrond was right he was a good King. Great you would even say. He made good decisions and never selfish ones. He put the needs and wants of his people before his own and that earned him great respect from you. He never spoke too much, just a few words every now and then but when he opened his pretty mouth he could either destroy you or praise you in a few words only. Did you just think of his mouth as pretty again?

About a week passed and you found yourself once more on the training grounds with Glorfindel trying to catch you. You learned fast and managed to use most of his previous advice now which made it significantly harder for him to catch you and you both had a lot of fun during your lessons. The training grounds were loaded with ellons and elleths all working on their fighting skills. Most of them with bow and arrow but some with swords. You and Glorfindel were the only ones fighting hand to hand. So usually you would have many onlookers watching you move around. The elves were excited to see their beloved Captain fight since he seemed to be a legend in their world. You dodged one of his attacks using his weight to your advantage and shoved him back. He regained his balance quickly and ran right into you. You reacted quickly and put your weight to your feet so he would not knock you off the ground which he ultimately still did. You wrestled around a little for a while when he managed to pin your arms on your back and press you towards his body so you were trapped. “Got you” he smiled cockily. No way you were ready to give up so easily. You quickly leaned forward and kissed him just long enough for him to loosen his grip on you so you could knock one of his feet off the ground so he was lying on the ground still stunned by what just happened. The watching crowd cheered and laughed and only then you realized how many had seen that interaction between the two of you.

Glorfindel got up and laughed loudly now. “That was not fairplay” he told you. “No it was not. But you told me I had to use whatever I have. Besides, a young woman against an elf is hardly fair I would say.” You countered. “You are a fast learner I see. Good job.” Glorfindel threw his arm around you and led you away.

One pair of eyes followed you closely. The elven King did not know why he felt so angry at what he had just witnessed. He did not know where that feeling came from but he did not like how it seemed to control him. He turned around and walked back to the confines of his Quarters.

Tagging @lotrnonsense​ / @captainbutterflygirl2 @thesolarangel​ @lazymeriadoc​ @bananaphanta​ @betty-not-boop​ @fenharel-enaste @eowyn7023

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[sanisse]

sanisse’s kinktober event rules

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Below are a list of prompts. These are first come, first serve. 

You can request any character or pairing you wish. Whether that’s a reader insert or a ship pairing you like. I will be accepting one request per each prompt, but characters/ships can be requested multiple times.

please try to be courteous and don’t send in a whole bunch (maybe max 2 to be safe until we get this thing filled out more). Let other people have a chance to have a turn. 

Characters from the Silmarillion, The Fall of Gondolin, the Lord of the Rings, The Rings of Power (I characterize people a bit different based on the show > specify if you’d specifically like a rings of power version of a character (i.e. Gil-Galad, Elrond, Celembrimbor...), etc. are all valid. Same rules apply: I don’t really write dwarves, hobbits, or orcs...nothing against them, I’m just not good at writing them. If you’re not sure about a character or ship, feel free to ask! 

All ships must be safe/sane/consensual and of age. Not up for debate!

PROMPTS (will be posted in no particular order. To be updated with assigned pairings & requester tags) 

vouyerism AND/OR exhibitionism - FEANOR X READER (anonymous) 

mutual masturbation - GLORTHELION ( @esteemedbastard )

size difference kink - MAEDHROS X READER (anonymous) 

pegging - FINROD X READER (anonymous)

threesome - RUSSINGON X READER (anonymous) 

mommy kink - LINDIR X READER (anonymous) 

mirror sex - FINROD X READER (requested TWICE, by two seperate anons lmao) 

body worship - Chef’s choice of top!Female Elf x Reader (GALADRIEL, I choose YOU.) - ( @creativity-of-death )

daddy kink - FINGOLFIN X READER (anonymous) 

sadism/masochism - MAGLOR X FEM!READER (anonymous) 

soft dominance - ELROND (yeAHHHH BOI) - (anonymous) 

power imbalance - THRANDUIL X READER (anonymous) 

blindfolding - ECTHELION X READER (anonymous) 

blowjobs - GLORFINDEL X READER (anonymous - with an instructional bent, which is really fun!) 

handjobs - FINROD X READER (anonymous) 

consensual nonconsent (consent play) - CELEGORM X READER (anonymous) 

degradation kink - THRANDUIL X READER (anonymous) 

uniform kink - ECTHELION X READER (anonymous) 

breathplay - MAEDHROS X READER (anonymous) 

praise kink - RUSSINGON (anonymous) 

overstimulation - CARANTHIR X READER ( @strategic-wombat )

spanking/impact play - MAGLOR X READER (anonymous) 

hero worship - GLORFINDEL X FEM!READER (anonymous)

boot and leather kink - THRANDUIL X FEM!READER (anonymous)

substitution - GLORESTOR > substituting in for Ecthelion (Anonymous) 

getting caught - SILVERGIFTING ( @antares0606 )

cock warming (1) - RUSSINGON ( @medusas-hairband )

breeding kink - FEANOR (YEAH!!!!) X READER - (anonymous) 

cock warming (on here twice. I’m cheating. I’m very fond of this kink) - ELROND (TRoP) X GN!Reader - (Anonymous) - 

orgasm denial OR ruined orgasm - CURUFIN X READER (anonymous) 

brat taming - CELRONDUIL (anonymous) 

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[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

ʚ Pairing:  Glorfindel x Fem. Reader

ʚ Summary : Glorfindel offers to buy you something very precious. You try to refuse, saying you don’t know how to thank him for the way he spoils. Glorfindel, however, comes up with a way for you to do so. 

ʚ Themes: Soft | Smut

ʚ Warnings: Explicit content of a sexual nature | Coarse language | Oral sex

Minors DNI

It was one of those days.

The sun beat down on elf and man alike, hitting all and sundry like a hammer on nails. By noon, everyone would retreat to the comfort of their homes.

The palace was no different. Many, including the servants, had retreated to their rooms for an afternoon nap. Lunch was over, and they wouldn't be needed till much later. 

You had been by the balcony, watching as a muggy haze settled over the city. Your eyes go to the gleaming towers and spirals, the now empty thoroughfares. By dusk the entire city would come alive, with riversides and parks crowded with families. The beaches would be full of those swimming and sporting along the shore. You couldn't wait to go to the old bazaar, as there had been talk of traders from the south stopping by for the first time in an age.

You were so lost in your daydreams that you failed to hear the heavy sound of boots striding across marbled floors. When your visitor talked, you nearly jumped out of your skin. "Penny for your thoughts, my light?"

"Meleth," you kept your eyes on the city as Glorfindel came up from behind and hugged you. "You startled me."

"Sorry." He chuckled as he followed your line of sight. His gaze rested on the bazaar. The shops were closed till evening. "Already thinking of what you could buy, my love?"

You smiled and nodded. "They're saying traders from the south are coming tonight, for the first time in over three hundred years."

He had heard of the talk as well. The city guard had been put on high alert in case the Haradrim tried to sneak into the city. "I will go with you," he said, in the guise of wanting to accompany you. Glorfindel wanted to accompany you. He hadn't seen you for weeks, but ensuring your safety weighed on his mind. "Perhaps I can buy you something pretty? Something to go with your necklace?"

Your smile grew when you looked down at the necklace around your neck. "Thank you, but it's not necessary. The necklace is enough for me."

"Not letting the wandering hero indulge you a little?" He teased.

You grinned and shook your head. "It is not necessary, my love."

Using a different tactic this time, Glorfindel resorted to something guaranteed to work on you. He pouted and made sad puppy noises while he followed you around the room, making you roll your eyes and laugh merrily. "Oh, alright. I yield, I yield." You briefly raised your hands in mock surrender. "Maybe something small, but I don't know how to thank you, meleth. You spoil me enough as it is."

He arched an eyebrow. "You don't know how to thank me, you say?"

You shake your head. 

Glorfindel simply hmph'd and walked around the bedroom, his eyes going to the soft and inviting bed. He had been on the road for weeks, hunting orcs and their ilk, and the adrenaline was still fresh in him. Perhaps a pleasurable diversion to sate that rush would be just the thing he needed. "What if there was a way? Would you agree to it, y/n?"

Your eyes follow his to the bed. Oh. Oh. He wanted your gratitude that way. You bit your lip, your heart racing from anticipation. There were quite a few hours to kill. Why not make the most of it with him. You tap a finger on your cheek and say, "I agree."

Glorfindel didn't have to be told twice. Your necklace he carefully removed and left on a counter. He then helped you with your dress, cursing when laces and ties confounded him. "I declare," he muttered with a breathy chuckle, "Women's dresses are much more complicated than armour. Honestly, my light, how do you get into them every morning? I would go mad before long."

You swatted him on the shoulder and stood still. Soon enough, your dress and undergarments lay in a heap around your feet. Glorfindel took a step back to admire you. "Y/n," he breathed in admiration. "Varda herself could not be in finer form."

"You blaspheme," you tried to look stern and failed miserably. Glorfindel made it next to impossible to be angry at him.

It took less time for the armour, and they fell to the ground with dings and clangs. His undertunic was next, as were his breeches and boots, and there he stood not long after, naked and already erect. "Come here, y/n."

"Every day, my light," he smirked, all cocky and smug, while undressing himself. "And with great relish too."

A perverse sense of feeling enveloped you as you made your way to him. It grew when he sat on the edge of the bed and tossed a pillow between his feet. "The pillow is for later," he murmured when you took his outstretched hand. "But for now..." After the briefest of pauses, he cupped your cheeks and pulled your head down, his lips pressing flush against yours. 

You gripped his shoulders for dear life when his kisses grew hot, and his tongue forced its way into your mouth, drawing out a whimper from you when his tongue flicked against yours. Your knees would have buckled had he not held on to you the way he did. Glorfindel felt his heart race and only pulled away when he was sure your lips were puffy and bruised by his kisses. He traced a line over the hollow between your collar bones, going over every bump and line. He kissed his way down your neck, leaving a trail of moisture all over your skin. His breath was warm as it fanned over your chest. You nearly buckled again when he circled an already taut nipple with his tongue before his mouth clamped around it. He was rough, using his teeth to nip and pull, but you had no complaint. You wanted more. He wanted more, you could feel it by how hard his cock was when it pressed against your thigh.

"Enjoying this, yes?" Glorfindel mumbled when you moaned and buried your hands in his hair, tugging on it every time another jolt went up your spine. "Yes." Your answer came out in a half-moan and half-whisper. You were already wet and you couldn't wait till you were in bed and under him. Glorfindel wanted it too, but he had something else in mind first. "There will be more, my light," he said, spreading his legs wider and motioning to the pillow on the floor. "But for now, on your knees."

You gracefully sink to your knees. Glorfindel tilted your chin up, kissing you quickly before leaning back onto the bed. "Go on," he muttered and looked at you through darkened, half-hooded eyes. You kept your eyes open, as you liked seeing how pleasure looked on him. As always, you weren't disappointed.

His head rolled back when you ran your tongue along the length of his shaft. When you licked the tip of his cock, a large hand buried itself in your hair. That same hand gently forced your head down till almost all of him was in your mouth. You gagged slightly, but that turned him on even more. "I fucking love the sounds you make," his voice had gone hoarse and raspy. "Did you know that?"

You did, but you liked hearing him say it, just like you enjoyed hearing him go from prim and proper to crude and vulgar when it came to moments like this. It gave you an odd sense of power to know that only you could make him primal like this. Your tongue swirled around the tip, your cheeks hallowing out every time you got to the head. Glorfindel got a good grip on your hair, holding it out of the way so he could get a better look at you while he fucked your mouth. His hips started to move in rhythmic thrusts, his breath coming out in quick gasps. Listening to you gagging and slurping drove him insane, and he knew from the way his muscles coiled that he wouldn't last long. His head tilted back and his eyes squeezed shut. "You're going to swallow every drop of my cum, is that fucking understood?" He pulled your head back because he wanted to hear your answer. "Is that understood?"

You wanted to taste him when he came. "Yes." 

Glorfindel smirked before giving you a kiss that almost knocked the breath out of you. "Go on." He leaned back in bed again, his eyes already closed. "Finish me."

A smile tugged at your lips when you sank your mouth down his cock once more. You would have played with yourself, but he never permitted you to do so. You'd have to wait till he took you to bed, something you were really looking forward to. Your hands and lips worked in tandem this time, tightening and releasing, tightening and releasing, building a pace he liked. You steal a quick look. His eyes were closed, his mouth half-opened. Moans came out ragged and hoarse. His chest heaved. He muttered in elvish, insisting you do not stop. Your rhythm was ceaseless and you didn't stop until he pushed himself in as deep as he could, a deep, guttural cry escaping him. His warmth spurted into your mouth. "Swallow," he breathed, his hands still around your hair. "Swallow every last drop."

You did as you were bid, eagerly lapping up all he could give while he continued to thrust as his orgasm ripped through him. 

His body trembled when you licked his shaft one last time before swallowing what was left of his essence. A finger grazing your cheek grabbed your attention. "That was amazing, my love." Glorfindel helped you up and had you straddle him. His chest still heaved, his muscles still trembled. Your own breath sounded like you had been running fast, and Glorfindel hadn't even bedded you yet. You did feel a sense of triumph for making him cum the way he did. "And now," he gently tossed you onto your back before climbing on top of you, his fingers busy circling your clit. "I believe another round of thanking me is in order."

Your grin matched his.

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[erajoie07]

Missed you again : Glorfindel x Fem reader

Glorfindel has missed her face in the morning...again. He hasn't found her where her heart beats out of proportion and lively smiling, nor by the fire, or the couch. These are the places Glorfindel knew where she was. He has searched every room, echoed her name, but not a single woman that he cherishes yearns to be found.

Throughout the whole morning, Glorfindel hasn't found her, yet her garbs and belongings stay where they should. A day will pass soon before her missing existence will be reported. Wherever could she be?

Under the cover of darkness, the doors leading the vast and glittering gardens is opened and a figure sits by the staircase. Guided only by light of the moon and the torches. There she was, silent.

A certain bright light glows behind her, it's brightness combats the moon.

“Did you intend to do this? To play with me and come back as if I haven't been anxious and in rage?” Glorfindel loses his demeanor, knowing how he had gone through so much that morning, searching for her existence. Despite the rage, Glorfindel hasn't lost his glow, actually brightens than ever. She doesn't speak, only still in her place.

“I'm speaking to you, YN”

But she wouldn't speak nor make a move, staring only at the distance. Glorfindel remains behind her, until she does, he will stay there.

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