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wordbunch · 11 months

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Elves comforting you

a/n: wifey @queenmeriadoc requested “how elves comfort you when you’re missing your family” and I tried my best to deliver! you know the drill - lemme know how you liked it, reblogs and comments are extremely appreciated and the ask box is open 😊💖 i’m excited/nervous bc it was my first time writing for most of these characters! 👀

INCLUDES: Galadriel, Arondir, Elrond, Celebrimbor, Gil-galad

(Elrond and Galadriel can count both as LOTR and TROP versions, ig?)

GALADRIEL:

absolutely understands you because she was parted from many of her family members and close people

asks you whether you want to talk about something, you want advice or you just want her to distract you somehow

she will offer a shoulder to cry on if you need that

she will run her fingers through your hair

also she will pamper you the whole evening to try and chase the sadness away because she loves to take action as much as she can, especially when it comes to someone she loves deeply

she will bring you your favorite food or some magically calming herbal tea, run you a bath full of flowers and scented salts and all those fancy things

ARONDIR:

he is a great listener and you know you can open up to him about your sadness and nostalgia

you can see in his eyes that he is deeply empathetic

he will gently cradle your face in his hands and wipe away any tears that might appear

in order to cheer you up, he suggests a walk, because sunshine and fresh air always seem to work for him

the walk ends up being a hunt for the most beautiful flowers that he wants to pick for you

so gradually your tears turn to smiles and you end up walking back home together with a bunch of flowers in your arms and his strong arms around your shoulders

ELROND:

oh he completely understands how you feel and he literally tears up a bit when he sees that you’re sad

he will talk you through your feelings and try his best to advise you, but he knows that it can only help so much

his touch is feather light as he takes you to your quarters and he knows you well enough to know the best medicine for your sadness - a cuddle session

he will fiddle with your hair as you two talk, he will be the big spoon if you want him to, eventually he will pepper kisses onto any available area of your skin

if you drift away to sleep, he will still be there and hold you until you wake up, feeling a bit less sad

CELEBRIMBOR:

he doesn’t need to ask “is something wrong”, he can immediately ask “WHAT is wrong” because he can read you that well

he will definitely hold your hands and squeeze them in support while you’re spilling the contents of your heart out

if your family doesn’t live too far away, he will ask whether you want him to accompany you on a trip to them

if that isn’t an option for whatever reason, he is definitely taking you on a “trip” to the forge - he knows you like to watch him work so it will be a nice distraction to you

also maybe he will make you a little something special, suited just to your taste, like a hair accessory, to cheer you up even more

either way he won’t give up until he makes you smile

GIL-GALAD:

while you’re alone and pondering your feelings, he sneaks up behind you and envelops you in a warm hug

he will inquire about your thoughts and emotions in a comforting low voice - he knows exactly how to get you talking

he will immediately suggests going to visit your family if possible

but until then, he will make sure to have your favorite food made for you

and he will dance with you to nonexistent music, maybe hum a tune

and spin you around the biggest hall until your laughter starts echoing around it

also soft kisses are a must

#Elrond x reader #Galadriel x reader #celebrimbor x reader #Gil-galad x reader #Arondir x reader #trop imagine #Rings of power #Lord of the rings #Lotr imagine #the rings of power imagine #Lotr #the rings of power x reader #from my pocketses

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elithilanor · 2 years

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Head-canons/Imagines for Elves Responses to a Reader Suffering Sensory Overload (from a person who suffers from sensory overload and overstimulation) p4

Tauriel: Expressive. Movement. Nature.

Despite being an elf, Tauriel never really slows down and is often out fighting or practicing fighting. Her love is quick and fiery and intense and passionate, just like her. She’s aware enough of her partner to recognize something’s wrong, but her typical ways of self-soothing aren’t usually beneficial to you.

She usually ends up taking you to a meadow or on a long walk among the safer paths in the Greenwood to try and ground you and surround you by the magic of middle earth and the trees. It pulls you out of your head and often takes your senses off the edge they were on or over so you can continue to relax throughout the rest of the day or get some sleep. She’ll brush with your hair for hours.

Arondir: Grounding. Gardens. Presence.

Arondir’s by nature a quiet elf and focuses more on actions to prove his love than words. He often can get overwhelmed by the hustle and bustle of the human communities he’s lived in and misses the sounds of soft elven silences so he understands the situation.

He’ll stand as close to you as you allow and run his hands over your arms in a soothing gesture, head tucked into yours and doesn’t say anything. His strength of presence is more than enough. You live out of the village far enough that your home and gardens are quiet so if it’s not bright out (so not to aggravate a migraine), he’ll take you to your garden and sit with his arms around you weaving the vines of flowers into small animals to amuse you. All in blessed silence.

Thranduil: Holder. Soothing. Nuzzler.

You tend to sequester yourself when you feel like the world is just too much, so sometimes given how busy he is, he’s not always aware of it. He tries to keep an eye on you and feels terribly when he finds you curled up in a ball long after nights fallen with no one to keep you close.

Legolas got some of his soothing tendencies from his father so in that vein, Thranduil usually wraps you up tightly in a blanket and will lay next to (or on) you to try and cover as much surface area as possible. He likes to bury his nose in your neck and just nuzzle the shit out of you because it makes you laugh when you can. For all that most people are intimidated by him and his presence, he’s actually incredibly warm with those that he loves that need him.

@sorrow-and-bliss p4; maybe the last part?

#lotr imagine #lotr headcanons #Tauriel #tauriel x reader #Tauriel imagine #Arondir #Arondir imagine #Arondir x reader #silvan elves #thranduil #thranduil imagine #thranduil x reader #elithilanor #sensory overload elves #lgbtq #gn reader

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talesof-old · 2 years

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i stg if i have read the word orbs in reference to eyes one more time i’m gonna fucking delete this app 😭

#a court of thorns and roses #stranger things #lord of the rings #the hobbit #the rings of power #house of the dragon #game of thrones #the witcher #x reader #robin buckley x reader #winter solider x reader #arondir x reader #brienne x reader #robb stark x reader #geralt x reader

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piratesfromspace · 2 years

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A New Path (Arondir x Reader)

Arondir x human!Reader

Word count: 2k // Rated: Explicit

I think this is the first Arondir x Reader fic on this hellsite, and I can’t believe I’m the only one to thirst for the hot & caring elf. Enjoy!

CW: PWP, soft smut (breast play, p in v), fluff, praise & size kink if you squint

Reader is a she, with no distinctive features.

MASTERLIST

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It is the second or third time that you see him coming into your inn. Arondir, his name is. But it’s the first time he’s alone. Usually, he’s surrounded by other elves, guards from the Watch Tower, just like him. You don’t really know why they started coming here all of a sudden, but you did not question it, everybody knows elves have sometimes motives that humans can’t understand, motives they’re not really keen on sharing anyway. They pretend to watch out for you, to protect the human realm from evil, but it’s also the perfect way to keep control of the villages, and to assert their dominance over the weak mortals. Personally, you don’t really hate elves, compared to most of your fellow humans, but it doesn’t mean you like them either. Truth be told, you saw them a lot when you were a child, and then you moved up north, and you weren’t anymore on the inspection path they took. Until today that is.

You absentmindedly clean the wooden counter in front of you, while glancing every now and then at the elf. He has the same poise and elegance as the others, but he lacks the usual arrogance you find so annoying in the way elves look at the world. His skin is golden brown, perfectly clean, devoid of any blemishes or scars or even facial hair. This feature alone makes him stand out amongst the other human men, who are most of the time covered in grimes and mud, marked by the harshness of the outdoor life in the mountains.

He’s sitting at an empty table in one corner of the inn, in his full ranger gear, cloak and bow and all. He lowers his hood as your boss brings him his wine and bread, and the faint light of the candles dances against his handsome face. High cheekbones, dark warm eyes, full lips. It is known amongst the humans that elves are beautiful, like the Valar had given them all the blessing of beauty, and forgotten to bless the humans equally. When you were younger, the girls in your village were secretly all smitten with the elves soldiers, making the boys your age overly jealous. He tips his head back to finish his wine, and the way his throat bobs as he swallows has you mesmerized. His tongue flashes pink over his lower lip to catch a single drop of wine there, and you wonder for a moment what it would be like to be kissed by this mouth.

You shake out of your impure thoughts when his gaze crosses yours, making you avert your eyes. You pretend to focus on your work, hoping the warmth creeping up your face won’t give you away. In the corner of your eye, you catch what you think is a smile on his face, but you don’t really have time to delve on the meaning of this - other patrons are calling for your attention, their thirst already making them rude.

***

The sun has set for a few hours now, and your boss is finishing tidying the main room of the inn. The rare patrons staying the night in the rooms upstairs are already in their beds. But Arondir is still there. Unbothered. You feel him watching you intently. He makes you nervous, but not in a totally unpleasant way. Finally, he sits up, coming up to the counter with his empty goblet of wine, sparing you the need to come fetch it.

“Here.” his voice is soft and rich, dark honey. “I wonder, is there any room free for tonight?”

He inquires, a bit coy, gold-speckled brown eyes boring into yours. You’re glad you can rely on the counter to give some space and support, because damn up close his height and broadness despite his lean figure is undeniable - it makes your legs go weak and your heart flutters.

You stutter a yes, and as he takes the key to the room and leaves for the stairs, something coils into your chest and belly. Heat, frustration. Need.

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A sip of wine and your inner pep talk were enough to have you gather the courage to come and see him in his room a few minutes after he had gone up the stairs. You had come up with a feeble excuse of bringing in more candles and another blanket, for the night was cold.

It is true though, it’s gonna be winter soon, and the air is chill.

He could have taken the supply and closed the door in your face, but instead he invites you, lets you enter the small room. A bed is tucked in a corner, there is a tiny fireplace on the opposite side that he has already lit up. His bow and quiver are laid at the foot of the bed. His cloak draped over a chair.

He’s still wearing his armor, a breast-plate intricately sculpted in what appears to be wood. The face of some forest god stares back at you. Without thinking, you reach for it, letting your fingers follow the delicate design. You’re surprised by your own cunningness. Maybe you read everything wrong. Maybe he’s gonna be angry at you. How dare you, simple human, touch him, an obviously superior creature, like this? He doesn’t flinch away from your touch, but you swear you can feel his lungs expand just a little faster under your hand.

“Do you think you can help me remove it? It’s not easy unfastening my armor on my own.” he asks, answering the silent question on your mind.

“I’ll guide you.” he adds when you nod your approval, the sentence heavy with unsaid promises.

***

The numerous pieces of his armor are stacked on the floor. His boots next to them. His shirt is discarded not far. You can’t believe he let you remove it, like you removed all the wood, and the wool and the leather he was wearing. It feels like you’re under some sort of spell, because it can’t be the wine only. You’ve always wondered what elves looked like underneath all that fabric and armor, wondered if it wasn’t just for show, but his body is truly one of a warrior. You’re hypnotized by his beauty, the smooth skin of his chest, the hard muscles underneath. Everything so harmonious, and so perfect. He stays calm under your amazed gaze, almost amused.

Just like you did with his armor, you reach out for his naked chest, and he lets you. His skin velvety under your fingertips. Suddenly, you’re scared you’ve gone too far, but he gently catches your hand when you remove it. He brings your fingers back on his chest, laying your palm over his heart. Embolden by his silent permission, you explore more of his skin. You can feel the warmth of his body, and the urge to curl up against him to fight the chillness of the air is strong. You come just a step closer, your hand rising up his face, cupping his cheek, until you can’t resist going even higher, tracing the line of his pointy ear. He inhales loudly and you’re afraid you somehow offended him, until he leans into your touch. He closes his eyes - the knowledge he does that of his own volition given elves don’t even blink is not lost on you - and he lets out a sigh that sounds more like a purr.

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You don’t know much about elf customs - don’t even know much about elves bodies - especially when it comes to intimacy, but you’re glad to discover Arondir is nothing like the other men you’ve bedded. He’s surprisingly gentle for a soldier, he asks you if he can undress you as well, if that’s what you really want.

“Let me hear your words, sweet lady” he insists when you give him only a timid nod. “Yes, I want this…” you assure him, before starting to unfasten his pants.

He kisses your forehead, then both your closed eyes, and then finally your lips. The kiss is light, the pillowy flesh of his lips barely pressing into your own. He murmurs something in his language, it sounds like a prayer. He doesn’t bother with the translation, yet you feel honored he spoke the words because elves usually don’t like speaking their tongue next to humans. It’s like he just shared some ancient secret with you.

He brings you with him when he sits on the bed. You start laying on your back, but he pulls you up, makes you straddle his lap. You lift a curious eyebrow at the strange position. No men before had let you ride them like that. They preferred to throw you on your hands and knees or on your back.

“It will be better for you” he explains when you can’t hide your puzzled expression. That’s definitely new, but you’re suddenly eager to try.

He’s rock hard, his thick cock trapped between your bodies. You’re already wet, but the feeling of him, soft like silk and burning against your folds and belly, it makes you melt even more. Arondir holds you like you’re something precious, his hands traveling from your waist, up your flanks until they find your breasts. He plays with the delicate flesh, always cautious, his touch never too rough. Your own hands play with the velvet of his cropped hair while you let him do whatever he wants to your body.

He waits for you to be absolutely soaked, on the verge of begging him to fuck you already, before he lifts your hips and nudge the head of his cock at your entrance. No one had been so patient before, and it makes your heart clenches somehow. You sink on him of your own accord, his hold on your waist guiding you but not commanding in any way. The delicious burn of the stretch has your mouth open on a silent cry. He whispers words you can’t quite comprehend although they manage to sooth your ache. He nozzles against your neck while you start moving in his lap. The pleasure burns bright and sudden between your legs, heightening when he presses his fingers against the top of your slit.

You moan and start chanting his name, strange on your tongue for it is the first time you tell it out loud. It’s not the first time you bed a man, yet you almost feel like a virgin. The thickness of his cock filling you to the brim, the exquisite way he rubs at your clit, the incredible warmth from his strong body. Eyes closed, you focus on the overwhelming sensations.

“Look at me”, he coaxes you back to the moment, back to him. Your thighs are hurting with the effort, he surely can feel it in your slowing pace. “You’re doing so good” he praises, his features even more striking when lit by the faint flames of the candles. You bend to kiss him, and it changes ever so slightly the angle of his cock, punching against something devastating inside you. You let out a pleasured sob against his lips, your brows furrowed, and with a few more thrusts like this, you finally come. The pressure on your clit never decreases as Arondir keeps touching you through your orgasm, barely straining as your walls clench hard on the thick rod of him.

“You look so beautiful in your bliss” he compliments, holding you strong against him and petting your hair. You try to catch your breath and Arondir gently lays you down with him on the mattress, on your side, his chest against your back. “Do you wish to go again?” he asks with a tone whose sensuality perfectly matches his husky voice. His hand slides down your thigh until he opens it up and hooks it behind his own. “Because I really want to see you shudder with pleasure once more.”

#arondir x reader #arondir #the rings of power #rings of power fanfic #lords of the rings fanfic #elf x human #sylvanian elf #rings of power fanfiction #arondir imagine #reader insert #elf x reader

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stardust-cindy · 1 year

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⭐ Writer appreciation post ⭐

💖😍🌟💝🌠😘❤❤🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌💋💌🥰💘

@starlady66 - master list

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@halbravd - master list

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@piratesfromspace - arondir x reader

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Thank you! 💋

#writer appreciation #the rings of power #halbrand x reader #galadriel x reader #arondir x reader #lotr imagine #trop imagine #cindy's faves #trop #trop fic #lotr fic

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mysticalabhainn · 2 years

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You guys also aren’t writing for Arondir as well?!?! Where are the fics for the hot elves omg 😭

#arondir #elrond #Arondir x reader #elrond x reader #am I gonna have to write for them myself?

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allthetrek · 2 years

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Stolen Moments

Fandom: LOTR - Rings of Power, Arondir x Female Reader (reader has no distinguishing features), smut & fluff

Synopsis: You are the village’s healer, living in your somewhat isolated home on the edge of town. One evening, you get a surprise visitor…

Warnings: Smut, explicit, 18+, minors DNI!

Words: 1708

The fire crackled in the hearth in front of your reading chair, the flames casting animated shadows around the living room as you flipped through the pages of an old, dusty tome. Your usual routine, reading after the sun went down until you got sleepy. Or sometimes, you would fall asleep in your reading chair, awakened later by the chill of a fire burned low.

Tonight, though, your routine was interrupted by a low, steady knock at the front door. A knock you’d become accustomed to over time… Only one person knocked on your door like that. Like him.

Your breath caught in your throat, and anticipation flooded through you. You hadn’t seen Arondir in weeks. Your encounters were too few and far between, your moments shared never long enough, but it was all you had right now…

You closed the musty pages of your book, placing it on the side table as you walked toward the door. You didn’t need to check out the window to be sure who it was. You could feel him near, like the two of you were magnetized together, belonging to each other…

You opened the door, and there stood Arondir, the dim light from within your home illuminating his tall frame and broad shoulders. His eyes shone in the light, burning into yours, and you stepped aside, letting him step through the threshold.

You bolted the door behind him, turning to greet him, and immediately his hands enveloped yours as he stepped close to you. “Are you alright?” you asked, concerned about his demeanor, and the fact that he was visiting you after dark, a rare occurrence…

“I needed you,” he replied, the dulcet tone of his voice exactly as your remembered, and you were suddenly weak in the knees, your heart beating faster, as you searched his expression, his eyes… There was a loneliness deep in his eyes, his soul, that no one could possibly see but you. Perhaps that was why you were destined to be together. The same thing he recognized in you, that brought you together, and to this moment…

“I’m here, I’ve got you…,” you whispered, your hand coming to his cheek, and he closed his eyes and melted into your touch, his guard coming down, as you continued to palm his cheek, his hand coming to grip your waist, his touch firm but never too tight or commanding…

Arondir’s eyes opened, darting down to your lips and suddenly you had to be closer to him, leaning up and meeting his lips with yours, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as you kissed him passionately, his arms fully enveloping you now, pulling you flush against his chest, his hands stroking along your back as he held you and kissed you, your lips parting, and you could taste him, the sweetness of his mouth and tongue on yours…

Finally you broke apart, breathing heavier, need filling you both, and you began to undo his cloak pin, the fabric slipping off of his shoulders and pooling on the floor. He watched you, studied you, as you undid the buckles of his armor, gently placing the pieces in a pile with his cloak. Finally, you held his gaze as you lifted his undershirt over his head, his arms raising to help you, and you let the fabric fall to the floor.

Arondir stood in front of you, the muscles of his torso and arms rippling in the firelight, your eyes scanning every perfect ridge and valley, and you bit your lip instinctively, unknowingly. He watched you look him over, taking in your beautiful features, the want and lust in your eyes, and he needed more. He needed all of you, his usual Elven restraint warring with the intense attraction he felt for you, the closeness and vulnerability he had only ever been able to find with you…

His fingertips came to you chin, tilting your gaze up to meet his. “Turn around,” he instructed, though his tone was neither urgent nor commanding, and you were only too happy to oblige… You faced the fireplace, waiting for his next ideation, feeling him study you from behind. He always took his time with you…

Arondir slowly undressed you, helping you to remove your shoes, lifting your dress over your head, his fingertips always lightly grazing your skin, sending tingles and shivers through you, until finally you were naked in front of the fire, the warmth of the flames pleasant on your bare skin.

“You are so beautiful,” Arondir whispered in your ear, before leaving gentle, open-mouthed kisses behind your ear, along your neck, shoulders, and again on the other side… His ministrations were slow, calculated, meant for your pleasure, and his fingertips massaged your skin as he traced your figure…

He sucked harder on your neck, the sensation making you moan, and you backed closer into him, feeling a prominent bulge pressing against you. Heat pooled between your legs, and as though he could read your mind, Arondir reached around your waist, his fingertips brushing your sensitive bud, and you widened your stance to give him better access…

His motions were slow and pleasurable, stroking your clit in small, light circles, around your slit, your wetness coating his fingertips as he pleasured you. You closed your eyes, and every breathy moan that escaped your mouth was music to his ears, and he could tell as you approached your climax, breathing hard and chanting his name, and his fingers slipped into you, first one, and then another, thrusting at an even pace and hitting the most exquisite spot, his palm grazing your clit as he fingered you…

Arondir’s other hand gripped your waist, anchoring you in place as you lost all awareness of the world outside of that moment, as ecstasy overwhelmed you, and you came hard, clenching around his fingers, riding them as you got lost in the waves of pleasure coursing through your body…

Finally, you opened your eyes, slowly regaining your senses, and Arondir released you, and you turned to face him, taking his hand as you did so, his fingers still wet with your essence… You lifted his fingers to your mouth, never breaking eye contact as you sucked them off, slowly and with care, and the darkness in his eyes intensified…

Arondir’s hand came up to your jaw, his thumb gently pulling down on your chin, your lips parting, mouth open and his lips came to yours, tongue sliding deliciously into you as he tasted you, tongues and teeth clashing, until finally you broke apart, breathless…

You palmed him through his trousers, feeling his arousal, studying his face as you did so, the slight crease of his brow, the reflection of the fire in the hazel of his irises… You led him to your bedroom, your hands coming to undo his belt, feeling his gaze burning into you as you did so… Foreplay always seemed to be the best part to Arondir, lasting as long as you wanted it to, he seemed to be able to go on forever, loving the way you reacted to him, so responsive, so beautiful, and the way you touched him and pleasured him back… He longed for you always, his secret desires only able to be expressed in these stolen moments together… He would make the most of them…

Tonight was no exception, as he was freed of his clothing, his thick cock bouncing as he climbed on top of you, your legs opening to him, his arms framing you, and he hovered over you for a moment, studying you, anticipating you, until you could bear it no more…

“Please… Arondir…,” you whimpered, needily, and a glimmer of satisfaction passed across his features, and he pressed against your entrance, your hand coming to your core, spreading yourself as he guided his cock into your aching cunt, stretching you and filling you, so full, just as you remembered, as you craved…

“Fuck…,” you whimpered with pleasure, lost in the feeling of him filling you, thrusting slowly, evenly in and out of you, his tip coming almost fully out each time, massaging your entrance with each thrust, then sheathing himself to your hilt… His lips were on yours, kissing you passionately, as you moaned into his mouth, your bodies flush against each other, each of his thrusts grazing your clit with the most incendiary pleasure…

It wasn’t long before you felt your high building, Arondir’s pace quickening, whispers of praise and encouragement escaping his lips, elegant words in Elvish you’d come to recognize…

“That’s it, nîn bain {my beautiful}”

“Let me see you in your bliss”

“Look at me…”

With that request, your eyes burned into his, and you needed more of him, needed his release to fill you, to send you over the edge…

“I need you…,” you begged, in between breathless moans, “Fill me… Please…”, your gazes locked, and he continued to thrust into you, mercilessly now, the room filling with the filthy sounds of him fucking into your drenched pussy… You cried out as you climaxed, your walls clenching tight around his cock, and finally he let himself reach his release, spilling into you, filling you, his thrusts slowing as he rode out his high, his gaze never wavering, his mouth slightly agape as he moaned, low and guttural…

His panting recovered quickly, leaving you still breathless as he lay on top of you for a moment, taking in the blissful, spent expression on your face, the heat radiating from your body, the smell of your arousal… You were the most beautiful sight to behold… Arondir leaned down to kiss you, his lips slowly brushing against yours, tracing the outline of your mouth, the lightness of his touch a stark comparison to the intensity between you just moments before…

You wished you could stay like this forever… That the world outside didn’t exist, that your relationship would not be forbidden, frowned upon, but none of that mattered to either of you anymore. Nothing could keep you apart. For now, you would take any stolen moments you could get together… But one day, it wouldn’t be enough, and woe to anyone who tried to keep two people so in love apart…

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#arondir imagine #arondir x reader #arondir #rings of power fanfiction

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allthetreksfanfics · 2 years

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Imagine - Arondir teaching you archery

Fandom: LOTR - Rings of Power, Arondir x Reader, romance/fluff

Words: 567

“Widen your stance, a little… Like this…,” Arondir grips your hips, his touch firm yet impossibly gentle, as he guides your stance, your body complying without question… You’ve grown accustomed to his touch, trusting him implicitly, yet every time his hands are on you it awakens something within you, desires that only he can fulfill, a hunger that only he can sate…

“Now, relax… Take a breath…,” he continues, his palms still spread on your hips, and you can feel him behind you, so close, your back almost flush against his torso… You take a shaky breath, clearly more hot and bothered than relaxed, and you’re sure he can tell… You’re sure he knows exactly what he’s doing to you… He knows you well by now…

Sure enough, Arondir leans down, whispering in your ear, making your skin prickle at the close contact… “You’re not relaxing,” he states quietly, his tone light, teasing you…

You smile, rolling your eyes a little, “You’re not making it easy…,” you tease back, and instead of answering, his fingertips massage into your hips, as he enjoys the feeling of you in his arms…

A moment passes like that, then he gently guides you to turn around, and you face him, bow falling to the wayside, his hands still on your hips, anchoring you there with him, his strong arms caging you in, protecting you from all the sorrows of the world you live in. In these moments, it’s like you are the only two beings in the world, two people destined to be together, to be everything to each other…

Arondir’s eyes shine in the rays of the midday sun, streaking through the trees that line the clearing where you practice. Your fingertips trace the elf’s armor, the elegant lines and carvings, following a familiar path as you’ve traced them dozens of times before… You remember the first time you did so, your relationship only budding at the time, and you’d suddenly realized what you were doing and withdrew, apologizing, but he had told you not to, taking your hand and placing it back over his heart… You’d only grown closer since that day.

“Tell me, nîn meleth {my love}, why are you having such trouble concentrating?”

The question is rhetorical, still teasing, the elf’s usually stoic expression now having a hint of a mischievous smile, and you beam back at him. “You know exactly why…” you reply, pulling him into a kiss, his full lips pressing into yours, his grip tightening around your waist as he kisses you back, pulling apart only to come back for another, and another, slow, sensuous kiss that makes you heady and dazed. His effect on you is intoxicating, and you often wonder if it’s like this with all elves…

You break apart, and Arondir pulls you into him, his arms enveloping you, and you hold him back. A warm breeze rustles the trees around you, and the sound of birds chirping echoes through the forest and the clearing, and the moment is serene, perfect…

Arondir’s hand comes to the base of your neck, stroking gently in the most hypnotic, soothing rhythm, and you feel your body relax, for what feels like the first time in ages…

“There you go, nîn meleth,” he whispers, his words almost getting lost on the breeze, but they drift into you, and you swear you’ve never felt more at peace in your entire life…

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wordbunch · 10 months

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Their love song (Taylor Swift edition) > The Rings of Power characters

a/n: welcome to my little self-indulgent celebration of 700 followers! 🥳 EVEN IF you're not a fan/don't know the songs, I hope you can still like and support this fic - a lot of time and love went into it! and by all means come talk to me about it or suggest your own songs! love you all so much and thank you for reading my stories and being a wonderful community 💕

HALBRAND ♡ cruel summer

Please look at these lyrics and tell me it isn't just perfect for him!! You never really planned on falling for him, ever, but alas, something captivated you - his eyes looking down on you from a height difference, the way he seemed to understand you more than anyone else in certain moments, and how he was adamant to be around you. He was very cocky and confident when you admitted it at last.

ARONDIR ♡ peace

Maybe you come from different backgrounds, but there is nothing that you wouldn't do for each other. He is very protective of you, but he is also cautious because he never wants you to be in danger because of him. Although your relationship can be judged negatively, the only important thing is what the two of you feel for one another - true love.

ELENDIL ♡ labyrinth

Things haven't exactly been easy after his wife suddenly died, and he had mixed feelings about moving on; somehow, with you it was kind of effortless and unexpectedly natural. He struggled with it within himself for some time, but you were understanding and supportive the whole time, and he began feeling much better when he accepted his developing feelings for you.

CELEBRIMBOR ♡ lover

Honestly, he kind of is a magnetic force, and he would also be a total romantic to his partner and spoil them in so many ways. Admittedly, he's lived through a lot of things and challenges, but ending up with you seemed like a reward at the end of everything, and he never wants to let you go.

GALADRIEL ♡ daylight

She certainly has her struggles and her mind can be a very occupied place, so she really didn't expect to find captivating romantic love among all the mess. You bring brightness and warmth to her life like nobody else, and she lights up when she is around you, especially when the two of you are alone.

ISILDUR ♡ blank space

He is still quite young and impulsive, and everything else that comes with it, and also naturally curious and a bit of a troublemaker - never a dull moment. When you two first met, you didn't think it would go anywhere, but quickly you fell for his reckless charm, and decided to give it a go anyways. It's a passionate and unpredictable relationship which can end at any time, but he is so wrapped around your finger that you highly doubt it.

VALANDIL ♡ sparks fly

He is also crazy, young and exciting, but something won't let you let him go. He is aware of his strengths and he knows how to play them exactly right to keep you on your toes and crazy about him. Maybe it isn't the most stable of relationships, but hey, as long as you're having a good time!

GIL-GALAD ♡ gorgeous

He is so royal and classy and naturally, captivated your attention within mere seconds in his presence. At first you might have been a little intimidated (who wouldn't be?) and you had mixed feelings within yourself - he surely already had someone, so you decided it would be best to wait for him to approach you. Years and years later, you both like to jokingly reminisce on those moments.

BRONWYN ♡ new year's day

Life can be tough, and people can be difficult to deal with, but the two of you have each other's back through it all. While you have your arguments and disagreements occasionally, and maybe someone judges your relationship, at the end of the day there is nobody else that the two of you would rather share your troubles with.

ELROND ♡ you are in love

This sweet soul had to get this song assigned to him! Your love bloomed steadily over centuries of close friendship and understanding, you shared a quiet, unspoken bond, and it was just the most natural thing ever. It eventually became difficult to pinpoint when exactly it turned into something more than platonic, because for so long it had been the two of you together, side by side.

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yourlocalfriendlyhobbit · 1 year

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Requested by @micheleamidalajedi ♡

A/N: my dumb self accidentaly posted my draft, so i had to delete it, and do it again... and here we are...

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The sun was rising, barely above the mountains. Nature was waking up slowly, and the camp of survivors too. Hushed conversations between guards, footsteps passing next to the tents.

The night had been very calm, but somehow you couldn't sleep. One might blame it on the events from the past few, which wasn't completely untrue; but deep in your heart you knew that it had to do with the elf laying next to you on the cot...

Arondir.

The elf had captured your heart, body and soul, many moons ago; but only recently, had you both declared your feelings for one another. Just before everthing went down for the Southlands...

He was still sleeping soundly. You couldn't blame him...

Adar had woken up a dangerous power. Might as well enjoy the little bit of peace you had at the moment, before everyone had to ultimately go to war...

Arondir looked so peaceful. Even though you didn't sleep, you didn't want to get up. You didn't want him to wake up and leave the tent. Because here you could pretend nothing happened; that there was no orcs roaming around, ready to attack...

So you just watched him.

He was shirtless, and you could see all the scars that littered his chest and arms. The fresh ones from the orc attack on the village, the ones from the volcano; and also other ones, one that had healed long ago, lifetimes before you maybe...

You rolled on your side to face him, and start tracing one of his scars, near his collarbone. Then another one on his shoulder... Those were small... Then you traced the one on his peck. It was large, and you wondered how he got it. But you were also pretty sure that whatever happened, it could've taken his life.

So delicately, you kissed the scar, as if you could make it disappear by doing that, and then ran the tip of your index finger on it just as softly.

Little did you know, Arondir was awake the whole time. He decided to pretend to be asleep, and appreciate the affection you were giving him.

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piratesfromspace · 2 years

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Arondir Headcanons

Arondir x human!Reader Rated: Explicit

I’m still very much in love with Arondir, so here are some headcanons for him!

Arondir fanfic // MASTERLIST

Arondir is protective af. He knows you can handle your own life, however he’s ready to intervene if anything goes wrong. In bed, he’s super attentive and caring, and loves feeling you close against him.

Related to the point before, he doesn’t want to hurt you. Even if it’s consensual and for fun, he will not spank you or degrade you in any way. You have to talk to him a lot and convince him you also like when he’s being rough before he even thinks about indulging you like this.

Elves in general are more open when it comes to sexuality than humans, they don’t view it as “bad” or “immoral”. Arondir is no exception, so he’s really open to trying new things in bed if you want.

Elves have a culture that’s a bit more egalitarian, so Arondir doesn’t hold the same stereotypes about women than the human men. He doesn’t think less of you because you’re not a man, or because you had previous partners, or because you enjoy sex.

Arondir clearly has sacrificial tendencies, so he will prioritize the pleasure and comfort of his partner before his own. It can be fun, but at the same time, it took some time for him to understand you’re also enjoying giving him pleasure.

Speaking of pleasure, having sex with an elf is more intense than with any human (look it up, it’s canon). Each time, you’re left with a deep feeling of joy and serenity, your body totally relaxed - truth be told, you feel a bit high, and you’re not complaining.

Most elves are pansexual, and Arondir too. I won’t take any comments at this point.

Arondir is a ranger and a soldier, so I’m pretty sure he’s into whatever the elvish version of shibari is. He likes displaying his skills by tying you up in intricate and beautiful design with silk-made ropes. If you praise him for it, he will be the happiest.

Elvish stamina is quite high compared to humans, so he can go on longer than any man. He will gladly overwhelm you and pleasure you until you can’t think any longer if that’s a thing you’re into.

Arondir has a beautiful and toned body. He’s very proud of the effect he has on you when he gets naked in front of you. He can be a little smug about it.

His ears are particularly sensitive, and he likes it when you touch them. It’s all the more symbolic since this is the most visible thing that distinguishes elves from humans, and since it’s a feature usually despised by humans.

Elves don’t blink and usually sleep with their eyes open, so when Arondir closes his eyes to revel in your touch, it means a lot for both of you.

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stray-kaz · 2 years

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Treasures : an Arondir x reader drabble

It started with him leaving small trinkets where only you would find them. Every week or so, there would be something new.

A daisy crown, intricately woven and left hanging on a narrow post in the barn.

An arrowhead with your name carved into its face left on your stoop too early in the morning for anyone else to stumble upon it.

A bright silver coin, shiny as the sun, and clearly not of human make, left on your bedroom windowsill, high off the ground; he would have had to scale the wall to place it there.

A flower, as gold as the sunrise, dropped on your pillow when you were away with the hunt.

And, most recent, an Elven ring, a perfect circle of hammered metals blended together to form something shimmery and beyond simple beauty, a star at its crest. With it, a note. Words he knew you could not read, but ending with those you could: my falling star.

You hid them all, these tiny gifts, but not out of fear. Rather, out of a desire to have something of your own that you didn’t have to share with your siblings or half the village. These beautiful things were for you, and were yours alone.

You just had to find a way to thank him for them.

Tagging: @succsessions

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judgementdaysunshine · 9 months

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My family

Pairing: Arondir x Fem reader

Description: After the war, you are determined to reunite with your three friends one who you love dearly

You stab an orc with your sword as you travel through the smoke and ash covered remains of the village you and many others including your friends were at and defend against the orcs. You hear yelling following it to find the queen of Numenor along with two soldiers, quickly helping others in need before finding Elendil and heading to the safe camp leading to you caring for young children and the sick after they were taken care of by healers as you hope wherever your friends were that they were alive and together or at least with good people who would help them, you are taken by a healer after he noticed your badly bleeding back and bruised abdomen making sure you weren't dying or on death's door as you start to feel pain in your body from the adrenaline wearing off all throughout your body. You lay on a bed going in and out of consciousness until you fell deeply asleep as the noises around you and the dull quietness that soon washed over you, you wake up hours later and quietly cry with your hands over your face as you start thinking of what could have happened to your friends until you are suddenly looking at a familiar and kind set of eyes which makes you cry more as you are pulled in a tight hug with Arondir, your beloved friend and the man you fell in love with over the past year "I thought i'd never see you again" he chuckles tearfully until you pull him to you in a kiss that immediately shows how you truly care for him which he reciprocates to you until you pull away from each other breathless and hold each other more until you see Bronwyn and Theo which makes you relieved as you hug the mother and son "God what happened?" You lightly shrug as you try to remember what happened until what happened earlier while saving children with the queen and two soldiers flooded through your mind, "I got burned and hit by a beam from a roof while saving children". Slowly after the war, you built a life and love with arondir and soon the two of you were married and eternally bound with your two shared friends by your side as life became normal after healing and recovering from the war that was very dangerous to the world and everyone, you smile at the memories as you talk with your friends Elrond and Galadriel "What were you thinking so fondly of?" you shake your head lightly while smiling as you look up at the two "My family" you smile looking at the three before you are wrapped in arondir's arms and a kiss is planted on your temple.

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