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gil-galadhwen · 1 year

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The Lord of the Rings | Elrond x F!Reader

This is pure fluff to begin with, but hopefully we'll get to more 👀🔥

Note: I've used a little lore from LOTRO (if anyone else plays, let me know! I'm on the Brandywine server and would love to make new friends!💕)

Carrier of Messages

Elrond was in your library. Not your library exactly, but it felt as though it was exclusively for your use as nobody else in Celondim used it much anymore.

You had come to study a certain aspect of Lore Mastery and King Gil-galad had graciously allowed you access on the condition that you carry messages between Celondim and Lindon where permitted. You thought this was a delightful benefit as you hadn’t expected you’d get to travel but so far you’d carried messages to Lindon many times, even travelling as far as the foothills of Evendim. You’d delivered messages to the King’s herald more than once too, each time more thrilling than the last. Where most people accepted your hand delivered scrolls with a nod of thanks at best and with minor contempt at worst, Elrond did something nobody else did. He spoke to you. He asked you questions about your purpose in Lindon, your studies in Celondim and he always gave you something in exchange for the message. The first time, he gave you an acorn from his pocket which you found endearing. The next, he gifted you a silver coin. He once offered you a glass of wine and to sit with him for a moment which you profusely refused, flushing under your veil as you practically leapt back onto your horse and hurried back to Celondim at a gallop.

While you wanted nothing more in the world than to drink a glass of Lindon’s finest with the half elven lord, you were certain it would be deemed unacceptable if anyone found out and you couldn’t risk your position. Not when you’d worked so hard for it.

Elrond was unlike anyone you’d ever met. He was kind, attentive and had the ability to make you feel as though you were the most important being to him when his attention was on you. Like you truly mattered. You couldn’t help wondering if his perceptiveness came from the human side of him.

Why was he here? You wondered, stepping down from the ladder you’d been using to reshelve some books. Had you missed something? A message undelivered perhaps?

“Hello?” His familiar voice echoed through the mostly empty chamber and you shivered a little. “Is the Lore Master here?”

“Yes, I’m here,” you called, brushing dust from your robes and readjusting your veil. As you rounded the corner towards the front door, you caught the moment Elrond saw you. The way he straightened. The way his lovely, elegant fingers clenched tightly around the scroll he was holding.

“Ah, there you are,” he said as you reached him, a heart-rendering smile breaking out over his face.

“How can I help, my lord?” You asked, grateful for your veil as you bowed low.

“I have brought you something. It has been in my keeping for some time and I always meant to bring it to the great library of Celondim.” He held the scroll out to you and you were sure his fingers trembled as you accepted it.

“Thank you my lord,” you said, holding the scroll close to your chest. “A gift to the library is a gift to the entirety of Ered Luin.”

Elrond nodded. “It is my pleasure.”

“Forgive me for saying, but I hope you did not travel here especially to deliver this,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

“I could have collected it with the next messages--"

“I could not wait that long,” he interrupted, taking a step closer.

You will yourself to breathe even though there was barely any space between you now and Elrond’s hand was reaching towards you, slow and uncertain. You squeeze your eyes shut and brace.

“I apologise for disrupting your work but I could not find the strength within myself to stay away,” he said.

You open your eyes and look down to find Elrond fiddling with the end of your veil.

He laughed lightly. “I am not usually so forward but there is something about you.”

“My lord, you do not know me. You have never seen my face--”

“I am admitting that I want to.” His fingers on your veil tighten.

“Tell me to leave and I will never speak of it again.”

You bite your lip beneath the veil. He was handing you power like nobody had ever done before. Elrond, Half Elven wanted to know you, a veiled lore master and carrier of messages.

Gently, you take Elrond’s hands in yours and squeeze as you murmur quietly.

“Tell me exactly what you want, my lord and I shall give it to you. All of it."

#*screams*#holy heck i loved writing this #our sweet summer child has a crush on you!#elrond #elrond half elven #elrond x reader #elrond fanfiction #lotr #tolkien #my writing #lotro #lore master #elrond x f!reader

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elgaladwen · 1 year

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Lightning, pinecones, fire, and books are just a few of the things a Lore-master has ready for battle

#Standing amongst the pretty flowers is important too #lotro #lotro screenshots #lore-master #elgaladwen

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daddyklingon · 10 months

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This is Lothbard Woodberry.

He is roughly fifty-five years old, lives in the wilderness usually camping out and such.

Loves to study ancient cultures, explore the woods, forage for berries, nuts and mushrooms.

Is good friend to many beasts and is writing a book on mushrooms.

#lord of the rings #lotro #lotro game #hobbit #hobbitses #shire #lore-master

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queen-scribbles · 8 months

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Diiiiiiid I mention I made a River Hobbit Lore-Master? :D

Her name's Rhianlin(Rhia, for short), I'm trying out yellow line with her, since Ziin is blue and Hal is red, and it's her mission in life to get Meneldir to crack one (1) genuine smile.

#queen in middle earth #rhianlin #she's over on landy with cele #she likes exploring and embroidery #and i didn't realize i forgot to stick the river hobbit cuffs in her handgear cosmetic slot unti AFTER i was out of the game :|#lotro #i liked that hair too much y'all #didn't fit for tera bc warden. she needed her hair tied back #but a lore-master i can see it working

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rannadylin · 1 year

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Ranna in Middle-earth...*frequently* in Middle-earth

After that poll with the "over 300 hours logged on a video game" bit I got curious about my LOTRO play time so I did the /played check on the ones I play the most...

That's on Evernight Lennidhren, who's at level 140. (There's also Landroval Lennidhren, who was around...85-ish, maybe, last time I played on that server?) If my math is correct that comes to almost 1393 hours logged in on my elven librarian lore-master.

Alts under the cut as this could get long...

Up next is Corbous, level 112 Hobbit Brawler:

So that should be about 286 hours of punching things. :-D (Also, he's that close to level cap and less than a quarter of the time it took Lenni to get there? Brawlers, man. Although of course I've been spending less time on underlevel quests with him and just moving on when quests in a zone turn grey because I've seen them before on Lenni anyway, after all. And I haven't done any festivals and such on him yet either, just zooming to Mordor.

Next highest leveled is Ianthina, level 53 high elf Runekeeper, the LOTRO incarnation of my Pillars of Eternity inquisitor past-life of Watcher Violet (as Corbous is the LOTRO incarnation of Vi's older brother Corbus Itzli...). Note how she's, you know, less than half of Corbs' level? Note how long it took her to get there:

Brawlers, man. In 286 hours he gets to level 112, and in over 330 hours my Runekeeper is just up to 53?

Let's take one more example...my high elf minstrel Fjiola (LOTRO incarnation of Fjóla Reinert who's a Pillars chanter/cipher for a PoE ttrpg we...may or may not ever get around to actually playing, but it's been a while since I first started making her) got to level 35 before I discovered the magic of speed-leveling a Brawler and abandoned her until Corbous, like, single-handedly punches Sauron or something:

So a bit over 31 hours...For a total of over 2000 hours logged in just to the four characters I've played the most overall and recently on one server. I should probably revisit my Landroval and Crickhollow (formerly of Nimrodel...er...I think Crickhollow was where that server got merged to long ago?) and see what their play time was like, too, but anyway. It's a lot. I've been playing since about half a year after LOTRO launched except for a few years when I burnt out on Landroval and didn't play until more recently on Evernight. I guess this does confirm that I chose wisely to buy my lifetime subscription to this game back when they still offered those...I think I've gotten my money's worth after more than 2000 hours! :-D

#lotro #lennidhren #corbous itzli #ianthina #fjola reinert #ranna in middle-earth #i think when i finish leveling corbous i'll probably go back to playing fjiola #or maybe hobbit lore-master lottie? i may wait till hobbits have the CC upgrade so she can have the braids she deserves though :-D

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haledamage · 8 months

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don't have enough points on lotro to unlock River Hobbits, soooo guess it's time to start a new character and farm deeds :3

#lotro shenanigans #stop me if you've heard this one before: she's a high elf lore-master yeoman #sometimes it feels like all my characters are high elf lore-master yeoman XD or hobbit minstrels #but my river hobbit will be a hunter once I can unlock her!

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eldaeriel · 11 months

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#lotro Lore-master in Forochel

View On WordPress

#onodrimmoot #treebeard #lore-master #lotro #screenshots

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dangeroushobbit · 2 months

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Edellie and Medwed in Trollshaws

#lotro #lord of the rings online #mmorpg #lore master #lotro oc #gouache #drawing #fanart

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arafins · 1 year

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None of them ever understood her. None of them even tried to understand her pain and despair.

But the boy! What a delighful mind he had, all the voices calling out to the world, weary from his yet so short a life. The wind sang to him in screaching whispers, fires enchanted to come closer and embrace them, soil never allowed to wear shoes, earning him strange looks from the fellow villagers. She heard it all too well, finding her own reflections in the tormented mind.

When his real mother succumbed to the Maid's song and stepped into the swamps, she made sure he was only hers.

Enraged, ever-weary and sickly with madness turned into a twisted gift, he still had a warm body full of blood of a living being. Cursing her and denying her love, he made a grave mistake coming to her lands to reclaim the body of his mother.

As he then found out, the Red-maid had vision of a snake, and like one she could detect him anywhere, a rabbit in her lair. Roots striking him out of nowhere, rotting corpses of warriors long-dead crawling closer, it was a long moment of terror until he doubled up on the ground crying in fear and pain, almost losing consciousness. That was when he was embrased by the cold moss of a merciful and equally frightened bog-guardian lying on his back and enveloping his writhing body.

The Maid calmed down almost instantly. Through the roots growing seemingly now everywhere she found the two and shooed the creature away, holding the boy's head by the hair. He looked so peaceful in his slumber, she almost regretted her outburst and left a crimson mark on his forehead with an index finger.

A silent plea to come back with a weapon powerful enough to defeat her.

#ammuna #lotro oc #this is straight up horror i guess so #tw blood rot and the Red-Maid #i don't think lore masters are plausible enough without a crushing backstory

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emyn-arnens · 8 months

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nine however many people tag

Thanks for tagging me @haleths! <3

last song: October Skies by Mumford & Sons

last movie: Groundhog Day

currently watching: Band of Brothers

currently reading: Still rereading The Hobbit and The Fall of Gondolin

currently craving: I have to agree with @haleths: I am very, very ready for cooler weather.

currently playing: I've been in a big LOTRO mood lately (it's why my writing has slowed to a crawl). I finally finished up Gondor and recently started Mordor. I'm hating every second of the endless bleak landscapes, but I'm SO excited to finally be getting closer to end-game content. This is the closest to level cap I've ever been ashdkgkh.

last thing you researched: LOTRO lore-master stats

no-pressure tagging @ahobbitstale @theghostinthemargins @cuthalions/@lightofsorrows

#so sorry if i've already tagged you in one of these kinds of games recently!#i'm losing track of all of the tag games that have been going around the fandom recently 😅#tag games

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gil-galadhwen · 1 year

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The Lord of the Rings | Elrond x F!Reader

Part 1 (Carrier of Messages) can be read here or on AO3

Notes: I'm still including as much LOTRO Lore Master goodness as I can but also making up a few things too (particularly with the spells.)

This one is a bit dark... there's blood, there's violence and there's a hurt Elrond so proceed with caution, friends x

Word Count: 2.3k

Edraith

Elrond stayed for the rest of the day, talking with you in the library while you reshelved books and rearranged spell cards that were stored in drawers along one wall. He was curious about lore mastery and how you came to be in Celondim. You told him you come from a long line of lore masters and your grandparents came from Celondim so your presence there was inevitable. He looked at you curiously then, as though he was trying to work out who your family was. You turned the conversation around to him as often as you could though, asking after his own family and life as the king’s herald. He was passionate about his work and respected Gil-galad in a way you found charming. Yet, the more you talked, the more you realised there was a loneliness about Elrond that he perhaps kept veiled by his attentiveness and concern for others. You wondered if anyone had ever been as concerned about him as he was for everyone else.

After a cosy dinner shared in front of the fireplace in your quarters above the library, Elrond left for Lindon with a promise to send a message as soon as he returned. But after seven days, no message came and no errand required you to return to Lindon. The silence felt ominous. It wasn’t like Elrond to not keep his word, so you decide to head down to Celondim’s market square and see if you could gain some insight into where the king’s herald might be. He wasn’t generally at the forefront of town gossip but it wouldn’t hurt to try.

With a basket in hand and a handful of coins from the library’s repository, you slid quietly through the stalls, pretending to take interest in the various inks and quills for sale, alongside reams of parchment and elegant scroll cases. As you picked up an adorable parchment weight carved from stone into the shape of a frog, the customer next to you sparked a conversation with the seller.

“Did you hear about the Bandits? They have built a camp on the border of Rath Teraig.”

“But wardens are stationed there.” The seller replied.

“Indeed. They were attacked last night by orcs that have been prowling the woods nearby. They had to leave their post to transport the injured back to the Grey Havens.”

The seller sighed, nodding their head. “Orcs are getting too close to the towns for comfort. The king needs to do something.”

“That is not all.” The customer leaned closer to the seller. “The bandits took the opportunity to move in and block the main pass to Lindon. Until the king can send reinforcements, Lindon is completely isolated. Nobody goes in and nobody goes out except for the king’s herald who apparently is missing—“

“Excuse me.” You interrupted, startling the customer. “Did you say the king’s herald is missing?”

The customer looked you up and down, taking in your lore master robes and the veil you liked to wear for aesthetic's sake. “That is what the stable master has been saying.”

“Since when? How long ago was this reported?”

“Two, perhaps three days.”

You calmly set the frog parchment weight down and nodded your thanks before stepping out of the stall.

Elrond was missing. That might’ve explained why you hadn’t heard from him but he left Celondim seven days before and the customer had said the bandit attack was three days ago. He should have passed by the Grey Havens long before then. You tried not to panic as you pushed the door to the library open and dumped your basket on the floor before heading straight for the main table where you’d spread out Elrond’s gift to the library – a detailed map of Lindon, the Grey Havens and the surrounding woodlands.

A grey paw appeared on one corner of the map and you smiled. “Freda.” You said, scratching under the cat’s chin.

“I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you but I have to run out again.”

Freda purred, rolling over onto her back for a belly rub. “I promise I won’t be gone long.”

You plant a kiss on Freda’s head before rolling up the map and casting the Dismiss Companion spell.

Freda disappeared as though she was never there.

***

Skilled lore masters could conjure animal companions at will, although unfortunately for you, you had yet to learn the spell for conjuring a horse so you headed down to the stables to borrow one.

The stable master was reluctant to give you one of his beloved mares due to the rumours about the bandits, so you had to make do with a young bay pony, only recently broken in.

“That will do.” You said, handing over the coin. “What’s the pony's name?”

The stable master shrugged, turning his attention back to a steed with a shining, black coat. You sighed, leading the pony to the road where you quietly cast a Calming spell. If you were going to be riding into orc-ridden lands, you couldn’t have an easily spooked pony run out on you.

“I’ll think of a name for you.” You said, as you set off up the hill towards Duillond.

***

You’d ridden to Lindon many times, always keeping to the roads and paths established by the king’s wardens. However, after consulting Elrond’s map earlier, you’d decided on a different route that would take you through a thick patch of woodlands. Considering the possibility of orcs lurking in the trees, you knew this was a dangerous choice. But coming across bandits on the road would’ve been much more treacherous.

Once you had settled into the saddle, you cast three spells; one to obscure you and the pony from sight, one to cover up your scents, and one to soften the pony’s footfalls. Orcs had even better hearing than elves so being scentless and silent would go a long way in passing them undetected.

As you moved through the first line of trees and into the shadows, the air became heavier with humidity and an eerie silence draped over you, unsettling and foreboding. Not a single bird chirped from the boughs as you passed beneath them and when a branch snapped somewhere in the distance, you felt the pony tense beneath you. With the reins gripped in one hand, you reached forward to rub his neck in soothing circles. You could do this. You both could. You just needed to be brave and find Elrond before anything happened to him.

After a few hours, you reached a stream that split the woods in half. While you were certain you knew which direction Lindon was in, you couldn’t be sure which way Elrond might have gone. The sun was already beginning to set so you needed to get out of the woods as soon as possible. You were about to guide your steed across the stream when you heard a sound of metal on metal followed by a snarl. You froze, willing yourself and the pony to stay calm. Whatever it was, wouldn’t be able to see or smell you, unless you’d done the spells incorrectly - always a possibility when under duress.

You turned your head slowly to look over your shoulder to discover there were not one but two orcs standing less than five feet away, and they didn’t appear to know you were there. Breathing out a sigh, you watched as the two orcs launched into what can only be described as a petty squabble. But it was what they were squabbling over that stopped you from attempting to eliminate them straight away.

“It’s mine!

“I found it first!

“No, you bloody didn’t! I’m the one who tripped the frilly elfling bastard!”

“Yeah? Well, Murag was the one who strung him up!”

“I don’t bleedin’ care what Murag did! The brooch is mine!”

You swallowed as one of them held up something as round and silver as the moon.

Elrond’s brooch – the one he always wore that you wanted to ask him about but somehow, couldn’t find the courage to.

A quiet rage filled your blood as you pulled off your veil, tucking it safely into your robes before reaching back for your staff and sliding down from the pony’s saddle to the soft forest floor.

***

As silently as you could, you led the pony to the stream to drink before casting a Stillness spell so it would stay put while you followed the orcs deeper into the woods.

You trailed them as they jumped over the stream, bickering as they stomped through the undergrowth. Eventually, they stepped into a small clearing where two more orcs stood around a blazing fire while a third, larger one stood to the side, tossing an axe from hand to hand. By the way it was looming over the others, you suspected it to be the leader of the group and likely this “Murag” the other two had been talking about.

“Where have you two pig-heads been?” Murag growled, stepping towards the others.

What you saw behind him almost pushed you to your knees. Elrond had been strung up by his arms between two trees, his feet barely touching the ground. With a hand clasped over your mouth to stifle a scream, you watched as Murag turned and pulled on one of the ropes. Elrond, like a puppet on a string, flopped backwards, his head tilting to reveal his face, bruised and streaked with blood. His hair was a tangled mess and his robes were torn revealing the pale gleam of his chest. In the light of the fire, it looked utterly horrific and bile rose in your throat but you quelled it down. You couldn’t lose your head now, not when Elrond needed you most.

Clasping your staff between your hands, you closed your eyes and muttered the incantation for the Obliteration spell. You knew casting this spell would break the ones you’d cast earlier, making you visible to the orcs, but it couldn’t be helped. A stream of blue light shot out of the staff as you swung it in a wide arc, sending the five orcs backwards, crashing into the trees. The force of the spell banked the fire to embers, plunging the clearing into almost total darkness, save for the scythe moon’s light through the canopy of trees.

As the orcs, dazed, rose slowly to their feet, you quickly cast a Friend of Bears spell and with a roar, your bear companion Brius appeared at your side, his large paws beating his chest in a show of aggression. He immediately raced towards the two orcs with the brooch, while the other two made a beeline for you but you pushed them back with a Blinding Flash spell, stunning them again while you hurriedly cast a Lightning Strike directly above them.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Murag move towards Elrond’s body and you roared right alongside Brius.

“Don’t you dare touch him!” You scream, casting a Power of Knowledge spell. Three spears of yellow light surge towards Murag and plunge into his chest. Dropping your staff to the ground you pull on them like ropes, drawing Murag’s power from him and transferring it into you.

Brius had made quick work of the two orcs, their bodies lying limp next to the banked fire. He was already running towards the other two who were attempting to escape. You weren’t sure how many more spells you could cast without depleting your energy levels and Power of Knowledge was an intense spell. There was one more thing you could try, so you like the spell diminish and pick up your staff. It was dangerous but it was the only way you could use the last of your power effectively. You took a deep breath as you cast the Burning Embers spell. Red-hot cinders leapt from the fire into the air, blazing hot as though they’d just been lit.

“Over here!” You shout and as Murag turns towards you, you cast a Gust of Wind spell to blow the embers right into his hideous face.

He fell to the forest floor with a heavy thud and your beloved Brius fell on top of him and tore his head from his shoulders in one swift movement.

The forest was silent except for your laboured breathing and Brius, whose bloody mouth brushed your arm startled you.

“Oh, Brius.” You patted him on the head between his ears.

“You're such a good boy.”

Brius whined and you realised then that he was injured; a long gash ran down the length of his left side. You knew that he was asking you to release him so he could recuperate, so with a final pat you utter the spell and he disappears into nothing.

You waste no time getting to Elrond, his poor, broken body slumped against the ropes that you fight to loosen with your energy so low. Tears blur your eyes as you use a Knowledge of Cures spell on the worst of his wounds. When you finally free him from the binds, you slide beneath one of his arms and carry him back to where you left the pony by the stream.

You were crying hard, overwhelmed by the fight and the fear that Elrond may not make the journey back to Celondim. Your heart beat wildly in your chest and you were weak, so weak you feared you’d drop Elrond and it would have all been for nothing. No doubt more orcs were in the area and could come looking after the noise the battle had made.

On knees that were close to giving out, you pushed on. Then a sound, quiet and breathy brushes against your cheek. You turn to find Elrond looking at you through bleary, blood shot eyes. His cracked lips forming a word you don't recall ever telling him.

Your name.

“It’s alright.” You reassured him, tucking a lock of damp hair behind his pointed ear.

“You’re safe now.”

... to be continued

#ridiculous how much i enjoyed writing this!#sorry there isn't as much elrond content in this one #i'm getting there i promise!#elrond x reader #elrond x f!reader #rings of power #lotr #tolkien #lotro #lore master #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing

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