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cambion-companion · 1 year

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Hugging the Elves (blorbos)

Elrond ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

Elrond is a healer, of both body and heart. His home of Rivendell is where those blessed enough to gain entry find refuge for their spirit. Elrond would hug like a father comforting his child, he would wrap you into a secure embrace. He smells like familiar spices and fresh warm cloth as you bury your head against his shoulder. The long sleeves of his robes wrap around your body and offer solace under their weight. He will smile down at you gently, a fond crinkling around his eyes full of wisdom and starlight.

Glorfindel

Sunshine incarnate, Glorfindel's hugs are enthusiastic and don't be surprised if he lifts you into his arms and twirls you around once or twice, especially if he has been on errantry and not seen you for a while. His long golden hair would get in both your faces and he would laugh, bell-like, as he gently brushes it away. He smells of a fresh summer breeze carrying the light scents of flowers and evergreen trees as you press your cheek to his chest. I also see him as being fond of taking your face in his hands, enjoying looking into your eyes and reading your emotions there. When you are in need of comfort be assured Glorfindel will always be ready to offer you a warm embrace as you bask in his glowing presence. His very touch is enough to chase away any creeping darkness from your mind. (yes I am madly in love with him can you not tell)

Arwen

Arwen doesn't hug very many people, so when she opens her arms to you it is a gift indeed. She smells of lilac and midsummer nights spent by the lake under the stars. Her hair is as soft as goose-down and the gossamer of her sleeves slips between your fingers. She holds the back of your head lightly as you lean against her, closing your eyes and enjoying the feel of her chin tucked against your head. Arwen will also peer into your eyes, as they are windows to your soul, and give you a soft understanding smile before engaging you in light conversation and laughter.

Thranduil

(as a brief aside, I do not at all like the characterization of Thranduil in the movies as they turned him into King Thingol of Doriath who is much different in temperament. thus, this will be based on his book self)

Thranduil is regal and guarded, yet he has a warmth about him you have grown accustomed to receiving from the Elves. Like Arwen he does not embrace others readily, but will receive your affection with a broad smile and happy chuckle. His hands placed securely on your upper back as you lean against him, breathing in his scent of juniper berries and pine. This hug will be brief but meaningful and leave you feeling elated and refreshed. He will then invite you to dine with them and perhaps accompany his folk into the forest to dance and frolic to the sound of harpists and singing.

Legolas

Legolas is full of laughter and wit and will accept your hug with joy, squeezing you tight against him as he ruffles your hair about in an affectionate manner. You bury your face into the crook of his neck and inhale the smell of leather and woodsmoke. He will hold you against him for as long as you wish, even rocking you side to side if you remain in his arms for long. When you do pull away Legolas will grasp your forearms and beam at you, making a witty comment, his countenance brightening when you laugh.

Finrod

(Yes, I have to include this golden boy)

The first among Elves to befriend humans, even the first to see them, Finrod has a special place in his heart for his mortal friends. He loves giving and receiving hugs and will wrap you in his arms readily and with reverence. His golden hair tickles your face and he laughs, looking down at you as you scrunch your nose at the sensation. Finrod smells of the ocean winds that form the waves and the carpet of moss that covers forest floors. He is Valinor mixed with Middle Earth, belonging to both and yet neither. There is a sadness to his grip as he brushes a stray hair from your face after you pull away. But as ever with his kin the sadness in his eyes swiftly turns over to mirth and he takes your hand before pulling you along with him to your next adventure.

let me know who else I should write these for!

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elfy-elf-imagines · 9 months

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▹ Masterlist .ೃ࿐

☾ Prompt List | Askbox ☽

Legolas:

- Elven Instinct - Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind - Epiphany - Courting a Human (Headcanons) - Fear of the Future - Adventurer from Earth (Headcanons) - First Kiss

Maedhros:

- Out of the Woods - Don’t Leave Me - Don’t Care If You Leave - Stop Pretending - Jealous - Light in the Dark - Jealous Headcanons

Finrod:

- I’m pregnant - You Come and Wake Me Up at 4am, To Cuddle - Finrod x Pregnant!reader (Headcanons) - Used to Be Mine | Part 2 - Choose Me

Thranduil:

- Tolerate It - To Meet Under the Stars - In the Fields of Poppy - Same Spirit, Different Body - Too Late - Begin Again

Meludir:

- Don’t Cry - Small Surprises - You Wake Me Up to Cuddle

Elladan:

- Champagne Problems | Part 2

Glorfindel:

- Lovely to be Rained on with You - Is that my Shirt? (Drabble) - Not so Hopeless (Drabble) - You’re Mine and I Don’t Share (Drabble) - To Lose is to Die

Haldir:

- Please Don’t Cry. I Can’t Stand to See You Cry (Drabble) - Stop Biting that Fucking Lip (Drabble) - Meeting Haldir (Headcanons) - Rewrite the Stars

Lindir:

- Being in Love (Headcanons) - The Fickleness of Mortals - Return to Me | Part 2

Orophin:

- General Headcanons - Bite Me - Cruel Summer

Erestor:

- High Fever

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doodle-pops · 14 days

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Domestic Life With Glorfindel Would Include...

𑁍 So first of all, domestic life with him would mainly happen when you two are back in Valinor when the both of you don’t have any strenuous work as heads of the House. This means that you two get to lay back and relax a lot more than usual.

𑁍 He’s going to be all over you more than ever (so if he wasn’t in the beginning) and fewer duties means more time in private. He’s not going to let you go so easily so you’d be locked up with him more often.

𑁍 With domestic bliss in your life, things go a lot slower than back in Middle Earth but you’re both able to savour every moment better now.

𑁍 I did mention that he is a good cook, he wasn’t the best when you first started dating him because as a Lord, he was always busy with meeting and war and protecting people, so he never had or made the time to learn how to but when you came into his life, he made the effort because he always saw how you’d cook for him and so he wanted to reciprocate.

𑁍 So, now that you’re in your domestic bliss with less work on your plate, he’s going to be doing the cooking more often than you, sometimes if he sees you cooking either he makes you leave the kitchen so he can finish up or he joins you. He has it in his head that he’s a pro chef now.

𑁍 He’s going to help with household chores but he’s not going to be the best help because you probably never get anything done correctly or on time. He’ll constantly distract you from everything. He’s one of those people who starts cleaning and then finds a whole bunch of items and forgets cleaning to play with them. You’ll walk into the room and meet him covered in old items and playing with some toys from his childhood.

𑁍 Since he’s back in Valinor, this means that most if not all of his friends from the first age are reborn, so if you weren’t from the first age, he’s taking you to meet them. Lunch dates or dinner dates will include his friends and you so all of you can get to know each other and also do lots of catching up.

𑁍 If you two didn’t have children in Middle Earth because of all the chaos unfolding, then he’s going to bring having children up since it’s a good time and there’s no impending doom raining down on your heads.

𑁍 This means that he has more free time on his hands to romance you all the time without having to worry about someone interrupting, so I hope you have tons of energy to keep up with him.

𑁍 When you do have a child (the rest would come after), your domestic life begins to feel halfway complete as though this was what you two were missing.

𑁍 He is ecstatic when a baby becomes a part of your domestic fairy-tale life. For him, everything is now perfect. His days are filled with more fun as the baby grows. He’ll be playing all sorts of games and taking them on tours around Valinor.

𑁍 Speaking of tours, if you weren’t born in Valinor this would be the most opportune time for him to show you around, you’ll be touring Valinor as a family showing off your little bundle of joy along the way while he’s pointing out to and them all the places, he told you about.

𑁍 “Yes, do you see that curved statue over there, the one wi- Oh, hello, yes this is our newest member of the family. Cute, aren’t they? – right anyway, like I was saying…”

𑁍 Your domestic life with him will be filled with joyous moments and this would be one of the times you’d truly see him at his happiest, knowing that he doesn’t have to leave you or vice versa, it calms his heart and puts an ease to his worries. He doesn’t need to be scared about something happening since you’re living in paradise with him.

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lamemaster · 7 months

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Ways to Coax Your Beloved

Pairing: Glorfindel x Reader

Genre: Romance, fluff (i swear) , sprinkle of angst

Summary: What began as a minor disagreement now feels like an insurmountable chasm between you two. Never before had an argument lasted so long.

AN: written directly on Tumblr interface this is my mania. Enjoy!

"I've brought us some snacks," you carefully balance the tray on the balcony railing. "Cakes, tea, cookies, crackers, cream rolls – I've got everything." He remains facing away from you, his back tense and unyielding to your words.

"Glorfindel," you take a hesitant step closer, your hand hovering in the air. But before you can say more, he disappears once again. This has been the pattern for a week, the longest and most trying week of your life.

What began as a minor disagreement now feels like an insurmountable chasm between you two. Never before had an argument lasted so long. Your beloved simply did not care to hold on to grudges for long.

Sighing, you lifted the tray, contemplating an excuse that wouldn't draw the pitying gazes of the kitchen staff.

"How do you coax a sulking elf?" Erestor looks up from his book. You had never really conversed much with him before this. There was never a reason to. "Specifically a thousands of years old being whose been born twice and is quite a legend."

Much to your surprise, Erestor does not find your humor hilarious. Leave for slight amusement in his eyes there is little appreciation for your jest.

"I would rather you not discuss this with me," the stern looking elf replies as he simply turns back to his tomes. Yikes! Awkwardly swinging your arms you try to plan for a slightly less awkward exit. "Ah yes," picking up the closest book you plan for your emergency exit from the unforgiving company, "I would like to get this book."

With another scathing look directed your way, Erestor meticulously wrapped your borrowed book in a fancy-looking cloth. "Keep it away from any water, heat, or dirt. Any damage is unacceptable," he instructed curtly.

You solemnly nodded, understanding the gravity of his instructions. "Sounds good," you responded with a casual tone, but Erestor's raised eyebrow reminded you that casualness wasn't his forte.

As you turned to leave, you almost collided with the bookshelf, which seemed to have crept up on you. "Oof," you muttered, swaying your way out of the room.

Then, Erestor's voice halted your steps. "Try Asfaloth," he suggested.

With a wide grin, you turned around and threw a jolly salute to Erestor, who had already returned to his books as if nothing had changed.

Armed with Erestor's invaluable intel, you ventured to the stables. Before arriving there, you made sure to thoroughly search your quarters, Glorfindel's rooms, and other frequently visited areas of the dwelling. Finally, you descended to the stables, where your beloved's horse awaited.

"Asfaloth, my boy, how I've missed you!" Your heartfelt enthusiasm was met with an equally excited neigh from the elegant white stallion. Despite towering over you, Asfaloth possessed a temperament that invited nurturing from anyone.

Performing a playful dance with light stomps to celebrate your arrival was entirely unnecessary but undeniably enjoyable. Or perhaps it was the not-so-well-concealed carrots you held in your hands that fueled your jubilant display. "Have you seen him?" you posed a question to the horse, though you knew full well that, despite elven claims, horses did not possess the gift of speech.

Approaching the gentle giant that was Asfaloth, you deftly ensured that he didn't gobble the carrots too quickly. "Patience," you murmured, adjusting the treats to prevent any mishaps. Abandoning the idea of petting the eager horse, you directed all your focus toward preventing a choking incident. You were acutely aware that Glorfindel would never forgive you if Asfaloth were to asphyxiate on your offerings.

"Where is he, Asfaloth?" Your fingers continued to caress the munching horse as you briefly entertained the idea that, just maybe, the elves were right, and Asfaloth understood you.

No fancy braiding or delicate floral decorations adorned his mane this time. "Why is he avoiding you? What have you done?" you pondered aloud, earning a pitiful whine from your equine companion. "I know, incredibly rude, I must say," you commented, deciding against attempting to braid Asfaloth's mane for the sake of both the world's sanity and your own. Instead, you settled on a comfortable pile of hay, hoping you weren't sitting on Asfaloth's dinner from the previous night.

"I brought him flowers, snacks, I even endured the drudgery of laundry, and I despise laundry. I got him books, a random flute, baked him a cake, and even learned a new card trick. But not a single reaction!" You confided in Asfaloth, desperately hoping for some form of understanding and equally enthusiastic compassion. To your relief, Asfaloth seemed to offer a sympathetic snort at just the right moment.

"You wouldn't believe it, but I even dared to venture into Erestor's little cave for intel. I'm at my wit's end, my friend," you sighed, realizing that the hay pile was indeed quite comfortable.

"I mean, I could try going to the nearest town for something, but I doubt I'd find anything better than these snobbish elves. Besides, those townsfolk charge outrageous prices," you continued, and Asfaloth leaned in, sniffing your satchel in hopes of more treats. Allowing the horse to continue his investigation, you didn't stop him. "I might dip into some of those savings. Perhaps Glorfindel would appreciate some rustic tools, eh?" Tired of Asfaloth's curiosity, you playfully tossed your empty satchel into the corner, which, for some inexplicable reason, Asfaloth chased like an adorable hound.

Tucked away in Asfaloth's cozy abode, you couldn't recall when your consciousness had faded into that blissful six-hour nap – the kind you cherished above all others. In the realm of bizarre dreams, you found yourself pinned to a pile of hay, unable to relinquish the unconventional comfort. Maybe Erestor had been onto something when he recommended Asfaloth.

However, your tranquil slumber was abruptly shattered as a metaphorical tsunami wreaked havoc on your sleeping form. Gasping, you struggled to make sense of the blurry world that seemed to whirl too rapidly for your groggy vision to follow.

"Y/n, oh Eru, you're awake!" A voice echoed through your sleep-addled and hazy thoughts.

Grasping the strong arms that held you close, you attempted to piece together the disaster that had overtaken you. "Wha-" your words faltered as you laid eyes on the tearful and sniffling elf standing before you. It was your first time witnessing such an emotional display, and you couldn't quite believe that elves were capable of producing snot.

Shaking off your mental fog, you slowly realized the peculiar predicament you were in. You were seated on a pile of hay, within the stable, beneath Asfaloth's unflinching gaze, and enfolded tightly in the embrace of the Balrog-slayer himself.

"I-I thought you left. You left like you said," Glorfindel stammered, your hands gently cupped your hiccupping beloved's face as his words tumbled out faster than you could process. "I couldn't find you… I had to… I rushed here, and then, you were… your eyes closed like that." Using your sleeves, you wiped away the relentless tears (and yes, even the snot) that streamed down his face as you sought a way to soothe Glorfindel's overwhelming emotions.

You couldn't help but internally curse yourself for your rambling that had led to this emotional upheaval. Days ago, beneath the relentless blanket of snow and impenetrable clouds, your thoughts had wandered without restraint.

"It happens, Glorfindel," you offered in an attempt to console him, "weariness of the world is unavoidable, even more so for Men. A slight change in weather can trigger it. After all, we are bound to some place beyond this." Your words seemed to offer little solace, evident from your beloved's reddening face.

"It is only natural to ponder death or the end. We Men are born with this burden, so it's not unnatural for such thoughts to sneak in. We call it 'existentialism.' But those ramblings mean nothing right now. I would not leave you, vanish into thin air, or transform into an insect just because the snow wouldn't relent." Your words carried a hint of playfulness, but there was undeniable truth in them. You would depart one day, for a fate separate from his. Before that day came, you both would endure the passage of time, a force that dared not mar the Balrog-slayer.

You harbored thoughts about evading him before he witnessed such a sight, but you knew you had some time left. A few years before you would spend eons waiting for another reunion.

But you chose not to speak of those deeper truths.

"But," you interjected, and Glorfindel perked up at the unexpected word. "I would tell everyone about this if you don't stop being an absolute grump." Just like that, the tension surrounding you both dissipated. "Imagine, 'Balrog Slayer, The Balrog Slayer,' in the stables – hmph!" Your words were cut off as Glorfindel playfully covered your face with his hand.

Even with reddened eyes and a rosy nose, your beloved looked every bit his old self. All traces of your angst and his sorrow dissipated into the slightly stinky breath of Asfaloth.

#the silmarillion #tolkien elves #silmarillion x reader #romance #fluff #glorfindel x reader #glorfindel imagine #glorfindel #human reader #asfaloth #Asfaloth is a cutie

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memoriapraeteritorumbonorum · 8 months

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Honey, I love your hc! OK I need another set of the Noticing You've Picked Up Their Mannerisms but with Tyelko and also Glorfindel! Please and also thank you in advance! 💚💚💚

Noticing you’ve picked up their mannerisms - Celegorm and Glorfindel

Author’s note: A bit late but here it is! Enjoy queen💅🏽

Celegorm

Ever since he was little, Tyelkormo has had the habit of persuading others with a specific move whenever he was about to do something he wasn’t supposed to be doing

He told you about it once, and you had burst out laughing because you simply couldn’t imagine him acting this way, since he was usually the one receiving the compliments — why would he need to turn it around?

It had all started as a joke, when he had asked his mother permission to follow his older brothers into the woods past sunset to go bird watching

Nerdanel, however, had denied her then youngest child and that was when little Tyelko had found out that his silver tongue could get him anywhere

You didn’t believe him when he had told you about this sneaky tactic of his, but then remembered how many times he had persuaded you to do certain things or turn a blind eye on what he was doing

Usually, he would have no problem with you doing your thing but today, you really wanted to practice sparring with the Ambarussar who were insisting you brought their brother’s precious longsword

You knew he wouldn’t allow it, since that weapon meant a lot to him it’s basically an extension of his ego but you decided to give it a try

So when you enter his room, ask nicely and end up getting rejected, you gently hug him from behind and tell him how much you would appreciate it, how he had such a generous heart and how his sword would be the only worthy weapon yadayadayada

Basically you’re sucking up to him like a champ, touch his biceps while you’re at it

Someone with an ego like that simply can’t resist a beautiful person complimenting him right?

“I suppose I could- hey!” He frees himself from your sensual grip and stares at you with wide eyes, a surprised, playful grin spreading across his face seconds later “I don’t believe it, using my own evil ways against me,” he muses in disbelief, feline eyes twinkling mischievously

You feign shock, mockingly placing your hand on your heart “Me? I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

A for effort queen

Nevertheless, Tyelko is impressed. You almost tricked him! That deserves a reward

But now he’s staring at you through the window, hawk eyes watching his precious sword in your nervous hands — performance anxiety incoming

And be prepared to be charmed when you return

Glorfindel

This one is bittersweet

When he first returned from the Halls of Mandos, Glorfindel wore his hair in a single braid, never once letting it down like he used to ages ago

You know it was because of his last battle, and you also know that it had taken him a long time to overcome the habit of putting his golden tresses into a braid whenever he was about to leave his chambers

It just made him feel safer

You’ve seen him do it countless times. You’d wake up to him sitting on the edge of the bed, hands quickly working to weave a specific pattern into the braid

You hardly put your hair up, the sole reason being you preferred it down

But today was rather windy and you’ve been running around with hair blowing all over the place, blocking your view, tangling itself in your jewellery and tickling your face and neck constantly

Glorfindel is at your side, helping you pick some seasonal herbs for you to dry and press later this evening when a lock of your hair blows in his face, making him scrunch his nose

You laugh, gently pulling it back and begin to complain about the windy weather while your hands simultaneously start gathering the hair and braiding it in his unique style

He’s stunned and just watches you without really listening to you talk — that braid looks awfully familiar

The way your hands subconsciously move just like his astounds him

“Wait, Y/N, let me see,” he softly turns your head to the side to admire the intricate pattern worked into your braid, you literally copied each and every one of his techniques flawlessly

For some reason he feels emotional, knowing that this braid emerged from a deep wound within, and now his beloved is wearing it with a smile on their face

In a way, he feels proud to have had such an impact on you — a person who never really braids their hair in the first place

“What is it?” you ask before connecting the dots “I didn’t realize!” Your hand flies up to touch the back only to be met with his already caressing your hair in awe

“It looks beautiful on you,” he sighs, gently laying the braid across your shoulder

In that moment, Glorfindel feels closer to you than ever

He sees your love in that braid, his story coming into contact with yours and creating something wonderful

You make a mental note to wear your hair like this more often just to see the wistful expression on his face

He doesn’t talk about his last battle very often, but you feel like you got a bit closer to him today

And he feels it too, he’s already contemplating how to share more of his past with you, step by step :)

#celegorm #celegorm imagine #celegorm headcanon #celegorm x reader #tyelkormo #glorfindel #glorfindel imagine #glorfindel headcanon #glorfindel x reader #request

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justpostsyeet · 1 year

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Mîr : When is your birthday?

Glorfindel and Lindir : What's a birthday?

Mîr explains concept of birthday, Glorfindel : So,its like begetting day

Mîr: what's a begetting day

Glorfindel and Lindir explains begetting day

Mír : So, instead of celebrating your day of birth you celebrate the day your parents fucked. And here I thought Elves where good old Christians.

#lotr #the lord of the rings #lord of the rings #the hobbit #hobbit #glorfindel #lindir #mîr #glorfindel x mîr x lindir #Mîr Vin universe #glorfindel x oc #glorfindel x reader #glorfindel imagine #lindir imagine #lindir x reader #lindir x oc

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animatorweirdo · 1 year

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Imagine Glorfindel adopting a shapeshifter

(Yay, I managed to make a short one, but I hope you still like it anon. I tried to make it wholesome as possible.)

Requested by ❤ Anon

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, dead parents and an orc attack. The rest, fluff and Glorfindel wanting to adopt you.

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-You were in your early teens and looked relatively young compared to others, so it was easy for Glorfindel to notice you when he was to meet up with your company.

-He was curious since you appeared to be the only teen in the company of humans and dwarves. You were quiet and only followed those you knew well.

-He tried talking with you, but your reaction to him was to keep quiet and avoid interaction. He was confused, but when the leader of your company explained you were an orphan they picked along the way – he understood you must have avoided him out of fear.

-Glorfindel would have given you space, but he wanted to ease up the awkward tension he accidentally created between you and him, so he tried to find a way to talk to you without scaring you or overwhelming you with anxiety.

-You were scared to talk to him since you had never met an elf before, and you were confused why he was so eager to communicate with you, but his odd presence made you feel safe and welcomed, so you quickly became comfortable talking to him.

-You told him your name, and he introduced himself as Glorfindel.

-His gentle approach compelled you to be more open with him, and you two talked about your interests, and he answered every question you had about elves.

-Your curiosity would make him smile, and he would ensure that you wouldn’t feel dumb for asking odd questions. You were young and had yet to see everything in the world, so there was no reason for you to feel dumb, no matter how odd the question might be.

-You two became friends, and you started following him around like an innocent puppy since you felt more comfortable around him. You allowed yourself to get more curious and asked him about things he had seen and done during his life.

-Glorfindel found it adorable even though you sometimes felt embarrassed for asking him so many questions.

-He would sometimes pull you beside him to let you try some elven-made food and share stories, making you watch and listen with awe. You found it hard to sleep without hearing one more story from him, and he did not mind. On the contrary, it made him happy.

-You two grew close enough that he would even allow you to ride on Asfaloth when your legs would grow too tired to walk, and he adored when you would interact with his companion, petting and talking with the stallion like you understood him.

-You were reluctant to talk about your parents when Glorfindel asked about them, but after knowing him for a while, you decided to tell him and reveal what happened to them.

-Glorfindel’s protective instincts kicked him when you told him your parents died in an orc attack and thus had been on your own ever since.

-He offered that you could come with him to live in Rivendell since you didn’t have a home to return to. You liked the idea but hesitated to accept it because you haven’t told him or anyone else in the company about your– shape-shifting abilities.

-You were scared to tell him because you were afraid he would think badly of you if you told him, but after spending more time with him and listening to what kind of magical things elves were capable of. You felt you could trust him not to shun you, so you decided to muster the courage to tell him.

-You pulled Glorfindel to the side, questioning what he would think if you told him you were capable of shapeshifting, and when he assured you he wouldn't think any less of you even if you were a shapeshifter. It gave you a confidence boost, and you told him your parents were shapeshifters, which made you a shapeshifter.

-You even turned yourself into an animal to prove you were speaking the truth and waited for his reaction.

-You felt anxious when he looked at you quietly with surprise in his eyes, but then he smiled and embraced you when you turned back. He thanked you for being brave, and you felt emotional when he told you– he’ll accept you either way.

-The happy tears that fell from your eyes were unnumbered, and you almost refused to let him go as you hugged him.

-You then decided and asked him if he would help you settle down and adapt to living among the elves if you chose to come to Rivendell.

-Glorfindel was thrilled to hear it and promised he would do so.

-You became inseparable after that. Glorfindel told you about Rivendell and all the elves that lived there and how you can be comfortable with your shape-shifting abilities. His kin had seen stranger things, so you didn’t need to fear hiding your true self.

-The way he spoke about it made it sound like a dream to you, and you started to fear less displaying your abilities even in front of the company.

-Glorfindel would always watch in awe as you turned yourself into any animal. He finds it adorable when you turn yourself into a cat and lay on his lap for cuddles, and he laughs when you turn into a small bird and sit on his shoulder while he travels.

-One day, you came to a great river and needed to cross it with a boat. There were enough boats to carry everyone, but Glorfindel then discovered there wasn’t a lot of space for one more person.

-You turned up to Glorfindel and told him you could turn smaller to save up space, and before he could say anything – you turned into a child version of yourself.

-Glorfindel did not know what to think, but when you looked up to him and made grabby hands at him like an elfling wanting to get picked up by its parent. His heart almost melted.

-He was happy to pick you up and hold you in his arms while crossing the river. You were happily seated on his lap while he contemplated in a daze if he should adopt you as his.

-He decided to ask you when you reached the shores, and you hugged him happily. He spun you around, and you made your way to Rivendell together. Glorfindel was ready to introduce you to everyone when you reached the white stoned gates.

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erajoie07 · 7 months

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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.

#glorfindel #glorfindel imagine #glorfindel x reader #silm #silmarillion x reader #silmarillion imagine #silmarillion #reader x character #female reader #reader #reader insert

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lovefairymina · 3 months

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*Hugs Glorfindel and cries for four hours, never once letting go of him*

“There, there,” he coos while rubbing gentle circles into your back the tighter you squeeze him, let them all out. I guarantee you shall feel better.”

#♡{sweet.hugs} ~ {glorfindel}#glorfindel #glorfindel x you #glorfindel imagine #glorfindel x y/n #laurefindil #house of the golden flower #lords of gondolin #gondolin #rivendell #imladris #lotr imagines #silm imagines #middle earth imagine

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welikeimagines-andfandoms · 3 months

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Tolkien Characters Favourite Body Part (NSFW)

Ass admirers

Aragorn, Fili, Thranduil

Breast appreciator

Bard, Boromir, Faramir, Glorfindel, Kili, Meludir

Thigh treasure hoarder

Eomer, Haldir, Legolas

Belly enthusiast

Lindir, Thorin

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elithilanor · 2 years

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Imagines for Elves Responses to a Reader Suffering Sensory Overload (from a person who suffers from sensory overload and overstimulation) p3

Legolas: Cuddler. Story-teller. Braider.

Legolas is *such* a worrier. Like sure, he’s a fun, risky, dorky elf, but he worries about those he cares about especially watching his father and forest declining.

He sees you remove yourself from the celebration in the tavern and he frowns and immediately follows; he noticed that you’d been more out of sorts as the evening wore on and the excitement and noise level grew.

When he finds you in the corridor to your rooms, hands shaking as you try to press the key into the lock, he takes it from you with gentle hands and swiftly unlocks the door before ushering you inside. He stokes the fire then piles you with blankets before the presses against you, arms tightly holding you as you bury yourself in his chest.

He speaks softly so as not to unsettle you and weaves the stories that were passed down between the Silvan elves about the stars and sun and trees. He speaks of his home, of Greenwood the Great, and it’s beauty. He speaks of his siblings and the terrors they inflicted upon their father. As you drift to sleep, he runs his fingers through your hair and braids it back from your face so the strands won’t bother you as you sleep.

Glorfindel: Bright. Warm. Humorous.

This elf is full of laughter and warm eyes and kind romantic gestures. He loves (and loses) with his full heart and puts his everything into your relationship. Most would think that he never is quiet except when he’s tearing through enemies on the battlefield, but that’s a lie. He’s quiet when he’s relaxed and he’s quiet when you’re asleep. But, most of all, he’s quiet when you need him to be.

As a soldier reborn, he’s used to seeing the side effects of war on those he cares about so he’s very well-versed in what to do, be it friend, soldier, or partner. As a partner, he’s first try soft humor and warm kisses to try and pull his partner out of any sensory overload. If that doesn’t work, he’s a big hugger. He’s also likely to get you into a bath and brush out your hair.

His secret, however, is lying on you and crushing you with his body weight (middle earth’s version of weighted blankets is elves pass it on). He’s gentle and makes sure to never hurt you, of course. But he knows better than anyone that sometimes the best way to relieve the weight of one’s mind is to place it temporarily somewhere else.

Lindir: Nervous. Unsure. Caring.

Honestly I kind of have a hard time with Lindir. Baby seems stressed and nervous and so I think having a partner who becomes similarly will probably make him really stressed out too. He tried his best to assist you through other means, however, because he loves you and wants to help.

The first time he sees you in overload, he actually panics and gets Lord Elrond. Incredibly useful, but also kind of a lot because he’s they fucking Lord of the Valley, Lindir, dear Valar. The second time, he brought so many snacks and fruit drinks that he had to help you, but the tea helped settle your stomach. The third time, Lindir found some kittens and proceeded to bury you in them.

That worked!! and now he makes sure to keep a roster of all the cats and their kittens in the main house along with the stables and granary so he can bury you if you’re having a rough day.

Erestor: Darkness. Silence. Safety.

Erestor was as typically quiet as you were as typically loud. His eyes tracked you and his lips smiled watching you, but your exuberance was often your own. He preferred the quiet of an empty library. After all, the books spoke their stories loud enough to him. But he never turns you away, instead pulling you close to him and into his office so you both can take refuge from prying eyes.

So in those times when his partner comes to him in distress from the stress of the world or the merrymaking of visiting dwarves, Erestor closes the library and extinguishes all of the braziers except one farthest from you. He’ll sit down with you in a heap of pillows hastily constructed - but always readily available for just these situations - in the center of the tallest shelves and lean back against the books. He says nothing, does nothing, and you watch his measured breaths until you can breathe in again yourself. He’ll start softly touching your hands and arms only when you can come mostly back to yourself. He’ll hold you when you ask but not a moment before.

@sorrow-and-bliss p3

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danger-xylophones · 1 year

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Hi! I think your requests are open but if they're not feel free to delete this <3 I was wondering if you'd maybe write something for Elrond x Glorfindel's daughter (or gn child, whichever u prefer)? As in a kid he had before he died. I honestly think it would be kinda funny if your dad got resurrected and then swore himself to your partner out of obligation to his deceased ancestors without realizing he was dating his kid lmao 😭 could probably also be an angsty plot if that's what u were in the mood for ngl. Again if not no pressure, love you and all your future works regardless!

Yesssss, yessssss,yesssss, I love Glorfindel and Elrond so much omlllllll

And the potential awkwardness???? yesssssssssssssssssss

Warnings (in order of appearance): mentions of children, mentions of death, slight gore, seeing a dead body, death, grief, fainting, pet names, nicknames, reader referred to as 'lady', age gap (everyone’s an elf though so perspective?)

I reference events in ROP but am sticking with Tolkien canon

masterlist | elves

For all the troubles of middle-earth, Imladris is truly a safe haven even though it is so young in the eyes of the realm. The hidden valley is dotted with small cottages nestled amongst the still young waterfalls freshly sprung from the earth. Greenery thrives like flowing blood both dividing and connecting the small dwelling places that have been erected to shelter both scholars and warriors alike. And a few weary travelers as per your love's, Elrond's, wish.

"Once this present darkness which scorns our land has been swept away once more, I wish for our home to be a home to all, meleth nin." He had whispered in your ear one night not long after you'd first arrived in the land now given to him to lord over by the High-King. "A home for not just our kin or our future children," you'd laughed at that - not because it was amusing but because the thought brought a joy so profound you did not know of another way to express it, "the thought amuses you?" You could hear the teasing grin in his voice as he squeezed you closer, nose tucked into the joining place of your jaw and neck.

"No, no, heru nin-" you'd laughed a little more, now at the ticklish feeling of his breath on your neck, "I laugh because I am happy." You hummed, a hand cradling his head - fingers tapping at the silver circlet that now permanently adorned his brow. "I also hope that this place can be home for our children when they arrive." You leaned back into him, delighting in Elrond's ever present warmth.

Elrond squeezed your waist tighter and lifted his face from your neck only to rest his chin on your shoulder so that he could stare out over the valley too. "I wish Durin could have seen this." He whispered, voice so soft it might have been a passing breeze.

You held him a bit tighter, "So do I."

I wish atar could have seen this too...

The two of you fell into solemn silence, feeling the weight of your friend's passing for the first time again in a while.

"Forgive me, my lord and lady," the voice of Elrond's young assistant pulled you two from your grief. Elrond turned to him, you following as well, to face Lindir who looked distinctly uncomfortable from having to pull you apart, "but Lord Elrond, your presence has been requested."

"Oh?" He asked, taking your arm in his in preparation to follow Lindir. "By who?"

"He did not say his name," Lindir mumbled, bowing his head in embarrassment, "and he was very adamant that he speak with you - he said he was carrying a message from Lindon."

"I see," Elrond hummed, his face thoughtful as his voice carried an underlying weariness that made you hold to his arm a little tighter. He turned to you, "Meleth nin, do you wish to accompany me?"

You thought for a moment before looking to Lindir again, "Did this mystery guest specify Elrond?"

Lindir nodded, short brown hair bouncing slightly.

"Then," you began, looking back at Elrond, "I believe I will leave it to you, darling." Slipping onto your tiptoes, you pressed a kiss to the young elf-lord's cheek - and didn't miss the way Lindir blushed at having witnessed the small display of affection. "Besides, I fancy a walk through the gardens."

Elrond nodded and let you slip from his arm as he turned to follow Lindir.

You watched them go, heads bowed together as Lindir presumably filled Elrond in on what the visitor had said, until they disappeared around a bend and you were left on your own with only the wind to accompany you. But, true to your word, you did not linger long and set out to indeed wander around the gardens.

Elrond had taken great care in choosing what plants were to be placed in the garden and where. Every plant served a purpose - some were edible, some medicinal, and others were there simply to make the garden more beautiful.

But he'd been careful to place any golden flowers farther away where you did not tend to go. Elrond was especially careful with the golden celandines - the flowers of your father's house. They'd been a gift to you from the High-King, meant to bring you good fortune as you and Elrond journeyed to Imladris, to the new hidden valley.

But the very sight of them brought visions of your father's cairn, of his battered body laid before you and your throat ached with age old screams of a newly orphaned child.

Elrond had hastened to take them from your sight and all but forbade anyone from displaying the celandines openly. A part of you pained to despise such an innocent thing as a flower. Your atar certainly would have been displeased.

Atar...

You wished Glorfindel could have met Elrond.

You'd once told Elrond of your father's sacrifice and how it had inadvertently led to the two of you falling in love. As it was your father's sacrifice in Gondolin that spared the life of Elrond's grandparents and, at the time, child father. Because, had it not been for Idril pulling you away from the cliff Glorfindel had fallen over, you would not have formed a friendship with Earendil and would not have had the courage to approach Elrond centuries later at a ball held in Gil Galad's honor.

And still, had it not been for the same sense of history shared between you and the young herald, you humored yourself to think you might have found yourself in the arms of the High King, as you had been quite taken with him.

But Elrond had been quite persistent in gaining your favor - you would later joke it was his Edain blood that made him bold enough to kiss you in front of the king's court. And thus, your hand had joined his with your marriage on the horizon.

Gods, when you thought back on it - your father would have been so amused by the whole thing. "Oh how the tides of fate do twist and turn, my little blossom." You could hear his clear, boisterous voice ring in your mind. "The Valar's sense of humor is hard to grasp. Why, Ecthelion could tell you stories-"

What you would give just to hear your father's laugh again.

You weren't aware you'd wandered all the way to the end of the garden until you found yourself staring down at the golden celandines. Normally, their bright visage felt like a mockery. But today, for whatever reason, they felt like a gentle hand placed on your soul. Comforting.

"My Lady!" A voice called from behind you and you turned just in time to see Lindir sprinting towards you.

"My gods, Lindir, what is the matter?" You asked reaching a hand out to steady the young ellon as he came to a screeching stop before you.

"Elrond has asked for your presence, immediately." He huffed, a little winded from presumably rushing to find you.

"Is he alright? Did something happen?" You asked, voice rising with your growing panic.

"He's fine, my lady," Lindir heaved one last sigh before rising to his full height, "but he wants you to meet the guest. He told me it was important."

“How so?” You asked, offering the young Ellon your arm so he could keep up with your hurried steps.

“He claims to be a Lord of Gondolin, a member of the house of the Golden Flower but Lord Elrond would not tell me his name.” Lindir mumbled.

The house of the golden flower? But that was your house and to your knowledge you were the only surviving member. All others had fallen during the siege of Gondolin. "My kin? How?"

"I am unsure, my lady. He told a strange story of coming from Valinor with a message for the High-King only for Gil Galad to send him here."

"Truly?" You hummed, less genuinely curious and more ponderous as you mulled over the possibilities. Atar never spoke of kin in the undying lands, you'd been under the impression that all had followed Turgon to Middle Earth. And how would they know of your family name?

The two of you walked in relative silence, your pace quick as Lindir led you back to where Elrond and this mysterious guest were waiting. The entire time, your mind was spinning, trying to come up with just who could warrant such urgency. Who could know of the fallen house of the Golden Flower?

Lindir brought you to a secluded pagoda slightly off the main path that snaked through Imladris. Ivy trains hung all around it, obscuring the two figures beneath it's steeple roof. But through the foliage you could make out the silhouette of Elrond and the shape of the visitor kneeling before him, head bowed in show of respect.

With a bow of his head, Lindir swept aside some vines allowing you to duck through the gap and enter into the hidden pagoda. Elrond's eyes met yours immediately, an emotion you couldn't identify lurking in their honeyed depths. But he smiled at least. And glanced to the person at his feet.

You followed his eyes and let your own rest upon the visage of your visitor. Through waves of flowing golden hair you could see pointed ears - so they were an elf. You quickly raked your eyes over their form, gathering in the details of their armor and sword (decidedly not the style of Lindon) . And you felt your breath hitch in recognition. That was the style of Gondolin. You hadn't seen armor such as this for ages.

The sound of your gasp brought the stranger's attention to you and they turned shining spring green eyes on you. Eyes you also hadn't seen for ages.

"Ah, you must be the lady of the valley." He spoke in a voice that shook you to your core, bringing memories of days spent chasing after pealing laughter and nights curled close as you were regaled with tales of great battles. The ghost rose to his feet and extended his hand to you. "I am Glorfindel, former lord of Gondolin."

"H-how?" You stuttered, feeling suddenly clammy and unsettled. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Elrond stride to you. "How are you here?" Warm arms surrounded you and you found yourself clinging to them as the world started to swim. Your voice sounded like cotton in your own ears. "I-you-you can't be real, I watched you fall-I-Balrog-"

"Starlight, hush, breathe," Elrond's voice was soft but his grip about your waist was strong, holding you upright. “Lindir!” He called over your head, if the young elf replied, you didn’t hear it. “Fetch some water and something easy to eat, please!” There was a pause before Elrond gently moved you, guiding you to a small seat nearby. "Easy, meleth, I'm here." He whispered as he helped you sit down. "You're alright."

"I apologize, heri nin, I..." Glorfindel began, approaching slowly with his hand outstretched as if you were a frightened horse he was trying to calm. "The High-King only informed me that descendants of the refugees from Gondolin survived, he did not warn me that any who witnessed my fall were here in Imladris." The tall, blonde elf lowered to his knees before you. "If I had known, I would have sent more warning. I can only imagine how shocking it must be to see a living ghost." A small chuckle slipped from him, tearing at long scarred over hurts in your heart and you felt tears prick your eyes.

The last time you'd seen his body, he'd been wrapped in a funerary shroud and laid to rest in his cairn. You'd planted the first celandine atop it.

The last time you'd seen his face, he'd been burned to the bone, blood coated his armor and what remained of his face, and his scalp - his characteristic golden hair - had been torn away from his skull.

The only way you'd been able to identify your atar's remains was the mark of the golden flower on his armor. You'd clung to his body, sobbed and screamed for your only kin to wake up, to come back to you. Idril and Tuor had pulled you away while Thorondor obscured the elf lord's charred remains from your sight.

For years you couldn't bear to look at paintings of him, knowing that all you would see was death staring back at you.

And now, death knelt before you looking far fairer than was justified.

"How...are...you here?" You asked, all too aware of how you trembled in Elrond's arms.

"The Valar sent me back to aid my kin in Eriador." Glorfindel answered solemnly, looking up to Elrond for a moment. "War is coming once again."

The three of you were silent.

Lindir slipped into the pagoda and set a small tray with food and water to the side before promptly exiting.

"How long do we have?" Elrond asked, finally breaking the tension.

"I am unsure. The Valar warned that Sauron's attack was imminent - he is gathering his strength and forces as we speak." He rose to his feet. "Which is why I have been sent back - to aid the Eldar however I can. I pledge myself to you, Herald Elrond, Lord of Imladris, to the bitter end. My sword is yours to command." Glorfindel bowed his head.

"Thank you, my lord." Elrond spoke softly, a hand rubbing at your shoulder. "I know I will call upon you when the time comes."

Silence fell once again like a heavy blanket over the pagoda. Glorfindel glanced at you. "I will excuse myself, if that's alright. I can tell my presence is upsetting, heri nin."

You stopped him. "Do you recognize me?"

The lord's attention snapped to you and his head tilted in question. "Do you recognize me?" You pressed a little harder, aware that your voice had become more urgent. Elrond settled his hand on your shoulder to keep you seated.

Glorfindel faltered, taken aback. You could see the word 'no' forming on his lips but he paused before he could give his denial voice. His head tilted to the other side and his eyebrows furrowed.

"Atar, please?" You wanted to sob, the sounds of a long ago attack echoed in your ears as your voice broke on the word you never wanted to utter again.

The blonde elf's eyes went wide and you swear you saw a spark of anger in their green depths but it was swiftly replaced with disbelief. You held your breath.

"Winimo?" He whispered so quietly you thought you imagined it. "Nitya alma nin?"

You were nodding so hard you could feel your circlet threatening to fly off your head. In a second you were off the low stool you'd settled on and crashing into the armored chest of your father, tears falling down your cheeks.

His arms wrapped around you, squeezing you so hard you thought your ribs might break. "My precious, little bird!"

"I-" you started to laugh, choking on sobs as you did, "I am not so little anymore, atar." Like a child, you found yourself burying into him and clinging to his armored form as if he might vanish. Again.

"No, no you are not." He sighed and pushed you back so he could look in your eyes. Tear tracks marred his own skin. "Look at you..." He sighed, blinking rapidly to clear his sight as he brought his hands up to hold your face. "You turned out gorgeous. Just like me." He barked in a laugh and you found yourself mimicking it. "I," his smile slipped, "I didn't know if any of my house were still alive. I feared that I would be sent back only to have outlived my own flesh and blood."

"Our house has perished." You said forlornly. "I am the only one left from the House of the Golden Flower."

"Ah," Glorfindel shook his head, "you were the only one. I am here now, little one." He reached up a hand to smooth over your hair, his fingers momentarily catching on the circlet above your brow. "We have much to catch up on."

"Indeed," you laughed drily, not entirely thrilled at the prospect of relaying the past centuries to your father.

"My lord," Elrond's voice was soft, gentle, as if he loathed the idea of cutting in to your reunion with your father, "do you wish to stay in Imladris for the foreseeable future?" He asked, tilting his head to the side as he approached the two of you. You stepped away from Glorfindel and towards your intended.

"I would be honored if you would allow me the privilege to stay in this valley and reconnect with my daughter." The golden haired elf was positively beaming at the younger elf-lord.

"Of course," Elrond bowed his head, "I will have Lindir prepare a room for you."

Lindir, who had apparently stuck around just out of your field of view, stepped forward long enough to nod to Elrond before scampering off to do so.

"Now, nitya alma," Glorfindel smiled at Lindir's retreating figure for a moment before turning to you, "tell me everything." He beamed.

"Everything?" You gawked. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," Glorfindel settled onto the small bench across from where you and Elrond stood, "tell me everything that's happened since last I saw you. How did you come to know the High-King, why are you in Imladris?" He started to ramble and you were suddenly reminded of the long tangents him and Ecthelion would go on when they gathered. "Any betrothals I should know about?" He raised an eyebrow, his face dropping into a faux stern expression that you saw right through.

"Well, actually..." you hummed, settling down on an opposing bench with enough room for Elrond to sit beside you. "Yes, I, well, we-" you gestured to Elrond as the brunette sat down, one arm wrapping around you, "we are actually betrothed."

His green eyes went wide. "What?"

"I have asked for your daughter's hand, Lord Glorfindel." Elrond explained as he brought his other hand over to hold yours in a gentle grip. "And she has agreed to marry me come next spring."

Glorfindel turned his attention to you and you felt yourself shrink into Elrond's side a little at the intensity in his gaze. "Is that so?"

You nodded. "Yes, atar, we have not set our day yet. But we have also just started planning." Suddenly, the weight of your betrothal began to settle on your shoulders. While Elrond had been entirely proper in courting you, you found yourself feeling embarrassed to confess to your father that your heart had been so fully ensnared by the charming half-elf beside you.

"I see," He hummed, voice and face unreadable.

A beat passed. You could feel yourself growing restless and had to resist the urge to snuggle deeper into Elrond's hold.

"I do hope you will forgive me, my lord." Elrond finally spoke, easily ending the pregnant pause with his calming voice, "Had I known you were returning to Middle-Earth, I would have waited to ask for your blessing."

Glrofindel's eyebrow twitched. "I should hope that an elf-lord would know how to properly court." He snipped, tone still hard to discern.

"Atar, please." You huffed. "Elrond has cared for me in ways I could never ask of anyone. He is not just my love, but my friend and closest companion." At this, you did lean into him. "He is the kindest elf I have ever met and he has always offered me his loyalty and time."

Glorfindel stared hard at the two of you, eyes narrowed as they flitted between you and your lover. "Nitya alma," he eventually sighed, lowering his head, "I am happy for you." He smiled but his eyes seemed sad. "I just wish I hadn't missed so much of your life."

"You did not intend to, atar. I hold nothing against you." You smiled back and reached out a hand for him to take in a loose hold.

"Thank you," he bowed his head, "May I see your marriage clasp?" He asked after a moment.

With a nod, you pulled back from him and turned your back to Elrond who carefully reached up to free the pendant from the end of your braid. His hands were skillful and delicate as he freed the strands from the confines of the glittering white-gold clasp.

He let the small braid that signaled your engagement fall back against your head before reaching out to Glorfindel.

Your father took the delicately crafted pendant in hand and held it as if it was the most precious thing in all the world. Which to you, it was. And it warmed your heart to see your father respect that.

Glorfindel turned the clasp over in his palm several times, his eyes never straying from the glittering jewels embedded within it. What he was thinking, you couldn't tell - his face was impassive.

Elrond held you tight to him as your father continued to sit in silence and you found yourself unbelievably grateful for the contact. You'd been with Elrond for many years, you were secure in your relationship. There'd been ups and downs, of course, as there would be in any relationship but you'd both always been secure in each other and in the knowledge that you're love was untainted by outside opinion.

But right now, for the first time in years, you were nervous about what someone might say.

At length, Glorfindel smiled and stood up. He stopped before the both of you and knelt before Elrond, hands extended out as if to receive a blessing but when you looked in his palms you could see your marriage clasp.

Elrond reached out and plucked the important item from your father's hand and turned to put it back in your hair. And as Elrond returned to his task, Glorfindel rose to his feet and bowed low to press a kiss to your forehead and then to Elrond's.

The action made both of your heads snap to the golden haired lord who settled a heavy hand on your love's shoulder. "I can think of no better person for my daughter to marry. I look forward to the wedding."

alma - flower

atar (quenya) - father

heri - lady

heru - lord

meleth - love

nitya - little

winimo - baby, little one

#elrond x reader #lord elrond x reader #rop elrond x reader #lotr x reader #lotr fanfic #glorfindel imagine #glorfindel silmarillion

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doodle-pops · 22 days

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Dating Glorfindel Would Include...

ʚɞ He’s like a golden retriever, filled with boundless energy and wants to be all over you. He cannot spend five seconds without some form of physical contact, be it holding hands, kissing you, or bumping shoulders.

ʚɞ One of the simplest things he likes to do is to hold your hand during walks, showing everyone that you’re his. He’s absolutely proud to know that you chose him to be your significant other so, he does his best to show you that you chose well.

ʚɞ Your time courting him will never be dull. Every moment spent with him will be full of energy and laughter.

ʚɞ Whenever there’s a party, festival or ball, you are the first couple on the dance floor. The first time you dance at a ball, you are surprised to learn that he is an excellent dancer since you have never seen him dance when asked by others.

ʚɞ He’s an amazing singer but he’ll only sing for you. You are the only person worthy in his eyes to hear his voice.

ʚɞ He enjoys going for rides with you on his horse. Sometimes the both of you will sit together or on separate horses and race each other across the open fields. There are times when he’s in a goofy mood and he’ll sit in front of you on Asfaloth, ignoring the fact that you can’t see.

ʚɞ Wherever you may be working he will always find time during the day to visit you. If it’s to bring you a meal of food or just stop by to say hello, he will always make the time. Even when he’s not on patrol or doing any duties, he’s sparring. He takes this opportunity to spar shirtless in hopes that when you pass by, you’ll ogle at his physique.

ʚɞ Should you do pass by, he shows off a lot more flexing his muscles and fighting with more power and strength to defeat his opponent showing you how strong he is. One time he flexed his muscles too hard, and he caught a cramp. To say the least, it was embarrassing for him.

ʚɞ Know that every day you will be receiving a bouquet of flowers at your doorstep. There are times he’d be able to deliver it and other times when he’ll send a worker.

ʚɞ He knows that he’s not the best cook but he’s willing to try making most of your favourite meals and desserts. Sometimes he’d invite you over into the kitchen so that you could show him how to make your favourite meals. You also do the same by sending meals and desserts for him when he’s working very hard. He always gets over-emotional whenever you do so.

ʚɞ Speaking of him being emotional, Glorfindel is genuinely a compassionate individual and it’s truly an honour to experience firsthand his ability to extend his empathy to others in need of it. Even you are fortunate to be on the receiving end when times are tough on your end.

ʚɞ He’s a cuddle bug so once you’re in his arms there’s no escaping, you’re never leaving you just have to stay there and accept your fate. He has no shame in basking you kisses but he won’t go overboard since he is a Lord and looked upon.

ʚɞ Whenever you’re cuddling you tend to run your hands through his hair which knocks him out. He’s very flamboyant so, expect a lot of grand moments with him but not to worry he does take your reactions seriously; he knows what’s acceptable and what isn’t.

ʚɞ Depending on the age you met, you get the opportunity to hear his tales of the olden days when his fellow Lords and friends were alive. Around these moments are when he relies on a slice of comfort from you to reassure him that there’s still good in his life despite all that he’s lost.

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Lovely to be Rained on With You | Glorfindel

▹ Pairing: Glorfindel x Reader

▹ Genre: Fluff

▹ Words: ~2k

▹ Summary: It's kind of cute, dancing in the rain with Glorfindel.

▹ Notes: I think I got a tooth ache writing this

The sky was overcast from the moment you’d woken up.

The air was crisp, sharp, and chilling to the bone. Wind whistled through the trees, boughs twisting and bending. Dark clouds hung in the sky and threatened rain, but it never came. You wished it had. It would’ve made for a romantic scene, dancing through the rain with a partner that only you could see. Your dress would be drenched and cling to your skin, hair wet with droplets of water falling from the tips. Your cheeks would’ve been flushed from the cold, eyes glittering amongst the rain. It was all just a fantasy, however, as the rain refused to pour.

You walked across Imladris, looking up at the sky, longingly. A chill ran through the gardens, eliciting shivers across your body. You pulled the cloak you wore closer to stave away the cold, but it didn’t help much.

“Y/N,” a voice called your name. You turned and were met with bright blue eyes, Glorfindel standing a few feet behind you. He was as radiant as usual, his golden hair pulled into the simple braid he often wore during training. It was loose, allowing stray pieces of hair to frame his face. His expression was serene, as it almost always was. He walked towards you, your heart rate getting faster with every step.

“Glorfindel,” you responded, an easy grin on your lips. You hoped it would mask the nerves rippling in your stomach. Anticipation made your body nearly vibrate, eager for any interaction with Glorfindel. No matter how large or small, it would be enough to keep you swooning the entire day.

“What are you doing?” The distance that separated the two of you was gone. He felt like a furnace compared to your freezing body. It was your excuse for standing so close, even though you knew your cheeks weren’t flushed from the cold.

“Taking a stroll, I needed some air,” you said.

“In this cold weather?” Amusement gave his voice an airy lilt and the sound made your heart beat faster.

“I like the cold?” It was more of a question than an answer and you cursed your timid temperament. Glorfindel laughed, the noise more melodic than it had a right being. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and a small, shy smile pulled on your lips. You’d do anything to hear that noise again. Even if you had to make the biggest fool of yourself to keep his eyes on you.

“Then perhaps you would allow me to walk with you if only to ensure the lady does not get sick with frostbite.” He presents his arm, and you link your arm with his. The two of you begin to walk forward.

You’re petrified, intensely focusing on keeping your legs steady so you don’t stumble like an idiot. Stars filled your vision the longer you and Glorfindel walked together. He began to speak with you, his voice so quiet only you could hear the words. It was silly observations; things he noticed as you walked. It had little purpose, other than to coax small bouts of laughter from you.

A drop of water landed on your head. You looked up at the sky, the clouds had grown darker. Small droplets fell from the sky, the downpour coming down harder now. Glorfindel looked up at the sky as well, a slight frown on the edge of his mouth.

“Should we head inside?” he asked.

Your eyes moved from the sky then back to him. The shy grin on your face was larger, eyes beaming with excitement. You’d waited all day for this moment to happen. If fate was on your side, your dance partner wouldn’t be a figment of your imagination. It would be the person you dreamed about most.

“I’d like to stay, I enjoy the rain,” you said.

Glorfindel nodded, eyes locked with yours and a soft smile on his lips. “Then we’ll stay.”

The two of you continued to walk through the gardens of Imladris, unphased by the cold rain. Your shoes were full of water and everything clung to your body awkwardly. Down to the bone, you were freezing, but Glorfindel’s smile kept you warm. The rain came down harder, aggressive enough that it might be the start of a storm. It would be smart to move to the shelter of Imladris. But you didn’t want the moment to end. Without thinking about it for too long, afraid you’d chicken out last minute, you grabbed Glorfindel’s hand.

You pulled him forward to stand in the center of the garden, and he followed. Your smaller hands held his shoulders while he wrapped his arms around your waist. In near perfect sync, the two of you gently moved to the music the rain made. You began to hum, a tune you’d heard one of the minstrels sing a few nights ago. The floor was muddy, squishing under your feet. How lovely it was to be rained on with him.

He lifted his arm, coaxing you to spin and you did. Your wet hair flew around your face, sprinkling Glorfindel with water. Your eyes locked again, unabashedly staring at each other. Your eyes shone as if he was the rising sun after a long night. Time was moving too fast, it needed to slow down so you could savor this moment and memorize every detail. You weren’t sure you’d have the courage to replicate it.

The dance shifted, no longer a slow sway but a lively waltz and his hands intertwined with yours. You fumbled as Glorfindel glided across the grassy terrain, the steps ingrained in his head. The dance was unfamiliar, though you’ve seen him dance it a million times in The Hall of Fire. He laughed, light, merry, and full of life. His eyes shone like stars and his smile rivaled the sun. You wanted to call him beautiful, but it didn’t feel sufficient. No word in any language accurately described Glorfindel. You would have to settle with ethereal, even if it felt lacking.

He consumed all your thoughts. The way he made your heart race and head get dizzy. How much you loved to hear him laugh, the glossy look in his eyes when he drank too much wine. He was full of life, so happy all the time, despite the horrors he witnessed. You wanted him to know that you admired his tenacity and bravery. You loved him, not just for his beauty or charm, but his selflessness, his honor, but you did adore the little line on his forehead when he was deep in thought. He made you feel alive just by being in the same room. You wanted to tell him all of that. It was on the tip of your tongue, but you didn’t want to ruin the moment.

How silly to imagine he might ever feel the same.

The moment was coming to a close, you could feel it. Glorfindel spun you, once twice, and then a final time. He pulled back, hands unwinding themselves from yours. His eyes stayed on yours, and you thought you saw a sheen of affection in the dim light. But he turned away before you could think about it too long. His arm held out once more, you wrapped yours with it as he led you back to the building. His fingers traced shapes on your arm, the motion soothing your nerves.

For the second time, you considered telling Glorfindel everything on your mind. And for the second time, you decided not to. How lovely it was to sit on the edge of comfort and chaos as a war waged in your mind. Quicker than you’d like, the two of you were twisting through the halls of Imladris, towards your room. It was empty, not a soul encountered. Neither of you spoke, but it wasn’t awkward. It was as calm as a gentle summer wind. All too soon you reached the door to your room.

Your hands paused on the door knob and you turned to find Glorfindel already looking at you. There was hardly any space between the two of you, your noses brushing. The ability to breathe was taken from you as your eyes flickered to his lips before returning to his eyes. There was something in them you couldn’t read, but you desperately wanted to. To pull apart his brain and learn him entirely was all you wanted.

He took a step back, the moment over.

He did a sweeping bow and you returned it with a sloppy curtsey, face burning with embarrassment. Your rapid heart was beginning to steady yet the butterflies continued to erupt.

“Until we meet again my lady.” Glorfindel turned, disappearing down the hall. You watched him go, and only after his form disappeared did you open the door to your room. You stepped in and shut the door behind you. Your legs turned to liquid and you leaned against the door for stability. Slowly, you slid down the wood, a dreamy expression on your face. You were dazed, eyes seeing a million stars in the darkness of your room.

In the silence of the room, your confession slipped from your mouth.

“I think I love you.”

The confession was only heard by the walls and furniture. The words embedded themselves into your books of exhilarating romances. In the sanctity of the space you allowed yourself a small thread of hope that one day, you would be the lead in a romance such as those.

A soft sigh left your mouth just as someone knocked on your door. The sudden noise made you jump as you scrambled to get off the floor. You took a few deep breaths to collect yourself before opening it.

Glorfindel stood on the other side, his expression different, almost breathless. Reflecting in the dim light, you see one of your earrings in his hand. You reached up to both ears, feeling empty space on the left. The earring must have fallen at some point. How lucky Glorfindel had found it.

“Is it true?” he asked, voice no louder than the tap of the rain on your windows.

“What?” you asked. But a lump began to form in your throat, perhaps your confession hadn’t been as private as anticipated.

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but when I came to return your earring that had fallen I couldn’t help but hear what you said. Do you truly love me?”

It was like smoke had poured into your lungs, taking away your ability to speak. You were frozen.

“Because if so, that is most pleasing. I find myself falling in love with you more every day, My Lady.” The confession fell from his lips like honey. You stood there, starstruck, unsure that you’d heard him correctly. But the grin on his face was too sweet and his eyes were too full of adoration for him to have said anything else.

“It’s true. I do love you,” you spoke quietly, afraid you’d wake up from some hallucination. But you never did. Even as the grin on his face widened and he drew closer to you. His arms wrapped around you for a second time that night, but he pulled you closer than before. It wasn’t the embrace of a friend but of a lover. You leaned into his touch memorizing the sound of his heartbeat and the warm scent that clung to him.

He kissed you. It was sudden, but you didn’t rebuke it. This was everything you’d dreamt of since you first laid eyes on Glorfindel. You pressed your fingers into him, to confirm that he was real and so was this. He touched you like no one ever had, fingers threading through your hair. Your mind was white, any thought hazy and unfocused. The only clarity you had was the feeling of Glorfindel’s body against you and the press of his lips. Lovely to be pressed against him.

It felt like the beginning of a story you’ve read before.

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