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despairinthedeparturelounge · 1 year

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Dragon Fall

It's a war and Thranduil gets injured, you on the other hand must act quick.

Thranduil x Elf!F!Reader, Elrond x F!Reader

Warnings: mention of blood/death, it's not ansty though, reader is Elrond's daughter, happy ending.

Possible typos and bad grammar, like & Comments are very much appreciated

brennil nín : my lady

bui govad adar nín : i must see my father

Athon : we will

Mellnín : my dear

You took a sharp breath as the man next to you tried to clean your open wound,

It was still bleeding and cleaning the skin around it looked such a pointless action to be done over and over again but you promised to be seated on that chair and you did so.

The soldiers walked into the tent as one of them stepped forward and bowed down before talking, "my lady.."

"Where is he? Did you find him?"

You said rising to your feet immediately,

The soldier looked down without saying a word making you frown and walk another step forward, "did you find him? Answer me!" You shouted with shaky voice filled with fear and anger,

"No, my lady the king is nowhere to be seen"

Your anger turned into furiousness "then searched the unseen!" You burst out louder than before "lift every damned corpse human, elf or beast! I want him found!" You slammed your wounded hand hard on the wooden table before you making the men flinch in surprise "and do not come back unless you have done your duty! You heard me?"

Pointing your index finger swiftly to his face drops of your bloody hand landed on his face, "yes my queen."

You nodded "go now, faster" you command without a single emotion on your face.

He was there beside you before the dragon appear, you lost him there and moments later the land was divided in two and fire was everywhere burning the dead and alive, the scene was right before your eyes playing over and over again.

Wiping the tear from your cheek you felt the wetness of blood being spread on your face, "lady Y/n, you're bleeding,"

"I'm covered in blood i don't think a wound would do much different." You replied moving back to the chair you were sitting on previously.

You rested your head on your hand to close your eyes for a moment when a scream from outside of the tent caught your attention you quickly stood up to run out but the soldiers were faster to step inside while carrying a thing in their arms, placing the man on the table.

Your eyes found the capitan with the hope of answering your questioning eyes, his eyes met yours "we found him near the dragon fall" you gasped covering your mouth with your hand moving to the person he claimed to be your king,

You looked at his ringed fingers dirty with blood and mud reaching your fingers out to touch his, the warm of his hand calmed you down as you let out a shaky breath, "thran-"

You looked at the cloth covering his face, "the king is severely injured, we need to send for our healers at once"

You slowly removed the cloth to meet his burnt face and neck, your heart ached looking at him, your knees went weak feeling like they can't hold the weight of your body anymore.

You sobbed loudly squeezing his hand in yours as you kneeled down before him, "there is no time for that" you mumbled kissing his knuckles with your chopped lips, "but my lady"

You stood up with the help of table edge, still staring at his face wishing he would at least open his eyes, saving the picture of his damaged eye, gazing at him

"get half the soldiers remaining, those who can bear a trip," looking at your capitan with red teary eyes, "we shall travel to Rivendell, the faster the better"

"Should we send a messenger to inform lord Elrond first?" He hesitated at first

"That's a fine idea capitan" you gave him a faint smile as he bowed down giving you a certain look, you pointed to the exit allowing him to leave.

Your gaze found your lover again as his almost lifeless body was on the table with other elves treating his open scars, you could still smell the dragon breath on him, his hair and his armour, "give me a clean cloth"

You said looking at the elf standing next to you as she quickly handed you the wet piece and by that you started to clean the dried blood from his lips and remaining skin, "stay with me my love, you'll be fine"

You spoke softly near his ear

"We'll be fine and back home, don't you miss home?" Kissing his ear carefully you let your tears drop on his hair while caressing it, "you're gonna be so angry about your hair now"

"My queen, the ride is ready" you blinked a few times before standing up again, looking at your husband one more time you let go of his hand "tell the guards to carry the king gently, i shall leave to meet my father first"

"Yes my lady, i get your elk ready"

With the help of a maiden you wore a cloak over your ripped clothes, "is she alive?" You panted holding the cloak in your hand,

"Safe and sound my queen" you smiled out of relief, "that would do it then capitan."

Your solo ride to Rivendell was difficult due to all the injuries and burden you were carrying both on your body and mind, using only one hand to control your elk made your pace to be slower than what you actually wanted, hours have passed and you finally saw the gates of your town, removing the hood from your head allow the cool breeze to reach your hair,

Deep down you never liked the way your hair looked, the two colour opposite of each other, like they ran out of ink and under your hair remained colourless, brightly white. Whilst the top of it was brown, like how it was suppose to be, like your father, like your siblings.

Your father on the other hand adored it more than anything ever possible, calls it a blessing that you carry a bit more of your mother with you,

He made you value and take care of the gifts given to you.

The sound of waterfall made you open your tried eyes, "i need to see lord Elrond" you addressed the few guards that were standing before you.

The guards were still on the way of your elk, seems like it's been so long for them to remember you,

You thought, when a voice made them all step aside "brennil nín" the familiar voice made you smile as you tried your best to get off of the animal, "Kera.." you whispered the she-elf name watching her walk closer to the guards, "Kera, bui govad adar nín!"

"Athon"

She held your arm to help you walk the hallways, "Valar be good! we need to tend this wounds at once my lady" you immediately disagreed looking at her worried face "my father first, this matter is urgent Kera!"

"Mellnín"

"Ada.." the lamp in your throat grew larger when your father appeared from behind the doors of a chamber, you sobbed running to his open arms, "half his face is burnt ada, the wound looked awfully painful and... and i-" you gulped moving your hand to mimic the exact place of the scar and to talk all was in your polluted mind you talked faster and more breathlessly with tears running down your cheek,

"The messenger you sent arrived here, You did the right thing" the voice was calming and approved your worried eyes of the decision you made hours ago,

He held your face in his hands to wipe the tears gently with his thumb, "come, Vanimelda let us take care of everything." He said kissing your forehead while carrying you back into the chamber, holding your shoulder.

Your body yearned for anything that could silence the pain it was bearing around for too long now.

The high burning fever made it so difficult for you to keep an eye open and the tender touches your father would left on your face made it even harder, "rest a bit now, you're safe" the words faded away as your body gave in and let your eyes to be close finally.

It felt like it was just a bad dream, a bad night that could be escaped right after you open your eyes, "there my lady, can you open your eyes?"

You heard a voice from distance as your mind tried to make up pictures, your body was now pain free, bringing your hand to your neck and face you barely could sense the thing you touched but you could tell the fever was gone,

Your eyes suddenly flutter open with the realisation of where you are,

"Valar.... Thranduil!!"

You almost shouted jumping from the bed you were lying in, rubbing your eyes to fix your blurry sight you looked around the chamber, "my lady you need to rest more" walking to the door you fixed the shoulder of the gown you were wearing

"where's my father?" Shouting while walking away, the maids pointed to the closed door of your father's personal chamber, quickly making your way to the chamber you opened the heavy doors with all the strength left in you only to be greeted by half dozen of healer elves gathering upon a bed, "ada" you whispered stumbling inside to reach the bed you assumed Thranduil was on.

"Y/n he's fine, look at me!" He took your jaw in his hand forcing you to look at him, your eyes filled with tears again, "his injuries are not fatal my dear, he's a strong elf"

You sniffed tilting your head, "and you're even stronger, my strong girl. You make me so proud and worried at the same time like always." You smiled still looking at his kind eyes.

"I thought i lost him"

"You saved him, you saved a king and a realm and you brought me back my daughter" taking your cold hands in his, he softly opened your fist with his fingers "so many lives were saved because of you, the lady of Mirkwood" pressing your lips together you were ready to thank him for all he was done when a grunting sound came from his behind, you looked at your father once again when he allowed you to approach the bed,

kissing his hands you let go of them to make your way to your husband,

"Meleth nín" you mouthed sitting on the bed next to him immediately taking his wounded hand, your touch made him try to open his eyes but the light in the room still was too much for his sensitive eyes,

"Y/n...."

"Yes, yes i'm here, i'm right here!" Carefully you placed your hand above his face to make a shelter from the light, "open your eyes now slowly would you?"

Moving your face closer to him, he tried to open his eyes slowly because of the shadow you provided.

His eyes found you the moment they opened, you could see the injured eye, the damaged was made and it made you want to cry again.

"my love"

"Hello..."

"You're here" his expression soften taking the sight of you with his whole heart.

"Of curse i am!! Oh heavens i thought i lost you for a second" you cried out placing his hand on your heart, it felt like it was gonna come right out through your chest.

"Are you alright my love?" You nodded as he sat back with the help of two other elves, moving forward you tried to fix the cousions for his back to sit comfortably, the light dimming on your skin showed the bruises drawn all over it,

He brushed his hand on your back, "i'm so sorry"

You touched your shoulder when the weight of something on your body made you both look up,

Your father placed a cloak on your shoulders to cover your bare back before speaking

"Don't say that, you both fought with bravery"

Thranduil sat more straight still holding your hand

"Lord Elrond, i am so thankful for all you did,"

"Take all the time you need, and don't pay any mind to the scar we will get that fixed" he said smiling telling others to leave the room after him.

Moments after being alone you crawled completely onto the bed resting your head on his chest as he breath, tracing shapes on the shown skin from his unbotten top, the rising and falling movement of his chest and heartbeat made you smile bigger than ever possible,

"I heard all the sweet things you whispered, your voice was all in my ear"

You looked up without moving much from his embrace,

"It was torture not being able to answer you, to tell you that i'm fine"

"But you weren't fine"

He looked at you side ways smiling, "i am now, and so you are!" He kissed your forehead moving downward to your lips, giving them small kisses, "and we have someone waiting at home for us you know,"

He nodded kissing you once again

"We'll be there soon my love, i promise this"

Taking a deep breath you closed your eyes observing the warmth of his hands, finally resting all the worries and washing them away.

#lord of the rings #lord of the rings x reader #lord of the rings imagine #lotr x reader #lotr imagine #lotr fanfic #thranduil x you #thranduil imagine #thranduil x reader #thranduil x wife #lord elrond #elrond

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agathne · 10 months

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SERIES MASTERLIST | THERE'S MILLIONS OF ME DARLING

"King Thranduil of Mirkwood was known for his bountiful reign - but no one speaks of his Queen. Only those with a sharp memory can remember their love - how it almost destroyed the very realm."

Thranduil and Legolas are sent to the past where the Elvenqueen is still alive - the only problem is; she can't remember them. In which, Legolas is the very reason he exists.

Chapter One: A River of Stars Chapter Two: Cirdan the Shipwright Chapter Three: Brightest of Mornings Chapter Four: She Left You a Son Chapter Five: A Mother's Embrace Chapter Six: Thranduil of Greenwood

AU's

The Moon - Elrond walks in when his daughter is about to lock lips with Thranduil.

#thranduil x reader #thranduil x oc #thranduil #thranduil's wife #thranduil wife #legolas mom #legolas' mom #thranduil x elrond's daughter

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aragornsrockcollection · 2 years

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I do not care how focused on Elrond’s parentage your fic is, if the first person he hugs when he gets off the boat to Valinor is not Celebrian, you will knock me completely out of my suspension of disbelief and I will find myself no longer on the white shores of Valinor but laying on my couch, dazed and staring at a phone screen full of LIES.

#I said this very intensely but I don’t think this is a controversial opinion #tolkien #jirt #lotr #silm #Elrond #Celebrian #I love Elrond’s parent drama so much #but let him hug his goddamn wife #the only acceptable alternative is if Galadriel hip-checks him into the ocean so she can hug her daughter #which I have never seen but would be hilarious #Galadriel goes to hip check Elrond out of the way and Earwen snags her in her own agressive motherly affection #laced with SO MUCH accusation about not coming home for literal ages #Galadriel arrives and immediately receives a motherly dressing down #OMG MOM NOT IN FRONT OF THE HOBBITS THEY THINK IM COOL #anyways having arriving in Valinor thoughts

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yourlocalnetizen · 1 year

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Maglor headcanons because he’s my favorite Feanorian

Of all Feanor’s sons he looks the most like Finwe. By extent he looks a fuck ton like Fingolfin, Lalwen, Turgon, and Aredhel who were all also spitting images of Finwe. Earendil was particularly surprised by how much Maglor resembled his loving Grandfather when the two first met, imagining he’s look a lot scarier based on what he heard about him.

The only physical traits he got from Nerdanel’s side of the family were his eyes which look exactly like his mother’s same exact color and all as well as his freckles.

Wasn’t overly fond of Maedhros during his youth. His gorgeous big brother seemed to be getting all the attention and Kano was not having it. He was mad at Fingon all throughout the elf equivalent of his elementary years for being so much more interested in his big brother even though he was the cousin who was the same age as him.

When Celegorm was born, he tried to do everything in his power to make the baby like him more that Maedhros. He would take any excuse to spend time with baby Turko and even memorized the lullabies his parents would sing the baby so he could do it instead. That was how he got a knack for singing.

Initially very shy about singing in front of anyone who weren’t his parents or brothers but his parents once convinced him to sing as a surprise for his grandpa Finwe and it turned out great so he no longer got nervous about performing.

He completely got over his Maedhros jealousy after his baby cousin Finrod heard him sing once at a family get together and started idolizing him for his musical talent. Even Fingon started spending more time with him after he found out Maglor was really into music and really good at it just like he was and Maedhros became Maglor’s biggest fan and would always cheer him on.

After Maglor started to sing more and more often, Feanor started making his son instruments to go along with his vocals.

Feanor was always supportive of Maglor and he adored his father in return for all of Feanor’s life. For all his life in Valinor, Maglor saw his dad as a saint and always justified all of Feanor’s questionable actions to himself.

While he started having some doubts about his dad’s choices after the burning of the boats, he was outwardly always supportive of his dad and was basically Feanor’s emotional support because Maedhros was very pissed at Feanor at the time.

Feanor often told him that he was so much like Nerdanel or Finwe after going to Middle Earth and he often had to help Feanor though his meltdowns which Mags found incredibly emotionally draining but never said anything about.

The only argument Maglor and Feanor ever had was about Mags’s wife. She was a Vanya who was Indis’s relative through being a descent of Ingwe and Feanor was convicted she was only trying to marry his son so he would support the Vanyar who he disliked because of Indis and support the Valar who he disliked because of everything. Of course this was complete bull because what girl would waste her one shot at marriage to gain political support when she wasn’t even a ruler but Feanor thought what he thought.

Of course Feanor had to deal with it because Maglor was completely smitten with his wife and loved her indefinitely. The two were in a secret forbidden relationship for a long time because Mags was so scared of how his dad would react.

He always thought he’d fall for a Noldo or even a Teleri woman before he’d even consider a Vanya but she completely swept him off his feet. Every stereotype he’d heard from Feanor about the Vanyar we’re disproven by his wife, she was stubborn, feisty, passionate, intelligent and had the nerve to question the Valar’s decisions even if she respected them, and she held a twin flame that matched his own.

Maglor always did want to be a father but never had the chance to before the sudden and shocking death of Finwe.

Truly fucking hated Feanor after his brothers started dying. He’d always curse his father through his grief every time he lost one of them.

He felt incredibly guilty for loving Elrond and Elros like sons because deep down he knew he should have never even met them.

I don’t think he ever died but if his brothers ever got reembodied, I undoubtedly see him reuniting with them. Unlike his brothers, he never got closure with his dad so I think one of them would pass on Feanor message to him that their dad did love and miss him and that he was sorry and I think that’s what would have truly allowed Maglor to heal.

Also, he’d totally name a kid after Maedhros or Nerdanel if he ever had kids.

#maglor #feanorians #sons of feanor #maedhros #celegorm #feanor #nerdanel #maglor’s wife #finwe #the silmarillion #silm headcanons #elrond #elros #kidnap fam

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polutrope · 2 months

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And Love Grew: Chapter 4

Rating: T | Violence, Character Death Words: 5.3k (Chapter), 17k (WiP) Relationships: Elrond & Elros & Maglor, Caranthir's Wife & Maglor Characters: Maglor, Elrond, Elros, Caranthir's Wife, Original Characters Genre: Tragedy

As a host of survivors makes the journey from Sirion to Amon Ereb under Maglor’s leadership, old bonds unravel and loyalties crumble. But from the scraps and ruins, new and unlikely bonds take shape. A story of perseverance through suffering.

Chapter 4: The host pauses for rest on the eaves of Taur-im-Duinath. Dornil learns some disturbing truths about Maglor. Gwereth does her best to care for Elros and Elrond while struggling against her own grief and anger.

On AO3

Chapter excerpt:

Taur-im-Duinath was a strange forest. So dense with vegetation, pressing out to its very edges, as to seem untouched by any creature that fed upon things that grow. Indeed, besides small stream-dwellers and the occasional bird flitting in and out of the crowns of ancient trees, they had seen no animals. Strangest was that much of what lived here was unknown elsewhere in Beleriand. The forest, vast and deep and verdant, was a world unto its own. Silent, some called it, and by day it lay quiet indeed, its thick growth swallowing the chatter, the whinnying of horses, the scrape of the whetstone, the fall of water from wrung textile. The sounds, too, of children laughing. Glancing up from her work, Dornil noticed the berry-gatherers’ baskets had been forgotten in favour of a game of hiding and chasing through the understory. Dornil’s eyes rose to the darkening underbelly of the clouds. Dusk was coming on. At night, Taur-im-Duinath was not silent. At night, the forest threw back echoes of the day’s noises in strained, shrill tones. Noises that swirled and churned in the mind long after they had died, turning, turning until out of the confusion of sounds voices rose. Voices speaking, shouting, singing.

#maglor #elrond #elros #caranthir's wife #kidnap fam #my fic #*and love grew

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feyhunter78 · 1 year

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hii if it's okay could i request 10 with elrond? obsessed with hair brushing/combing/braiding as a love language or form of intimacy for the elves

You most definitely can!!! I'm also so obsessed with the forms of intimacy that Tolkien created for Elves, it's all so romantic and beautiful!

Wedding Braids

This crosses #10 off the list for Elrond!

You sat in front of the mirror, fingers working quickly to undo the complex braid you’d done. Letting out a frustrated sigh, you placed your hair clasp down on the vanity.

You were good at braiding, always had been, but the stress of planning your upcoming wedding had begun to get to you. All that was left was to choose a wedding braid, but no, you suddenly found yourself hating every hairstyle in existence.

Simple braids, twists, crown braids, braids with flowers, or gems placed within them, nothing felt right. You were on the verge of tears as you pulled the remaining pins from your hair. You just wanted everything to be perfect, but your hair did not want to cooperate.

You ran your hands through your hair angrily, wincing when your fingers got caught in a knot.

“Starlight, everything alright?” Elrond asked from across the room. He was seated at his writing desk, his back to you.

“Everything is perfect.” You said, all emotion drained from your voice as you attempted to untangle your now unruly hair.

You saw him turn in the reflection of the mirror. His eyes fell on your despondent form, and he stood quickly, making his way over to you. “Do you require assistance?”

You let out another sigh and nodded.

He eased you out of your chair and then sat with his back against your shared bed, motioning for you to sit between his legs.

You looked down at him, feeling utterly exhausted. “What are you doing?”

“Come, sit between my legs. I will comb your hair.” He said gently holding a hand out to you.

You grabbed your brush and comb, handing it to him before sitting, staring blankly at the legs of your vanity’s chair.

Elrond’s fingers ran through your hair, swiftly untangling the knot that had you so frustrated, before he picked up your hairbrush and began running it through your hair.

The tension in your shoulders melted away with each gentle stroke, and you shivered when he swept your hair aside to press a soft kiss to the nape of your neck.

“You do not have to do this, I was merely frustrated, I will figure out my hair for our wedding soon.” You reassured him, feeling a thick slab of guilt settle in your chest.

He had been so patient, so kind, and so helpful, throughout the entire planning process, even though he had his own duties to tend to, and now instead of working on the High-King’s speech he was brushing your hair. A simple task that even a child could do, and yet you had failed.

It felt like all you did was fail as of late, Elrond always had to swoop in and fix something, or comfort you. You swallowed hard, blinking back tears, he was so perfect, and you? You were a mess, a failure of an elf who couldn’t even decide on which braid to wear.

“I wish to do this; I enjoy spending these moments with you.” He said, his steady voice and kind words opening the floodgates.

You buried your face in your hands, curling in on yourself as you sobbed.

Elrond’s hands were on you in an instant, pulling you into his chest, cooing soft words of comfort, as he turned you to face him.

“You are perfect, and you have ensured that our wedding will be perfect, but I am a failure, I will ruin the day.” You refused to look at him, spilling your thoughts as quickly as tears spilled from your eyes. “You should leave me and marry someone more worthy.”

“Y/N, why do you say such things? Who has put these terrible thoughts in your head?” He asked, gently removing your hands from your face, and tilting your chin up to look at him.

“No one, they are mine alone, and they are true, you know it.” You sniffled, hands fiddling with the beading on your dress.

“They are not true.” He said firmly. “You are divine, y/n, there is no one more worthy than you.” He shook his head, warm hands cupping your face, his thumbs brushing away your tears. “If there is any here who is not worthy, it is I.”

“How could you say that? My love, you are the kindest and most excellent man, I am honored that you have chosen me to share your life with.”

He gave you a soft smile. “And you are the most beautiful, and intelligent woman I could ever have the privilege of marrying. These thoughts of inadequacy, yes, are in your head, my starlight, but that does not make them true.”

“But I cannot even choose a braid for the ceremony.” You said, voice small.

Elrond nuzzled his nose against yours. “My starlight, you could appear with twigs and leaves in your hair and I would still find you as radiant as the sun.”

“I wish to look perfect for you, I know you will look so handsome, and I do not want people to talk and say that—”

He kissed you gently, cutting off your anxiety fueled words, his soft lips stealing your distress and replacing it with a warm fuzzy feeling and the taste of blackberries.

“You need not fret about what the others may say, I will drown them out with your praises.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, one hand leaving your cheek to stroke up and down your arm soothingly. “And there is no way you could adorn yourself, good or bad, that would change my love for you. It is as a river runs, relentless and headless of any obstacles in its path.”

Your eyes found his. “I just worry.” You admitted softly.

He kissed your forehead once more. “I know y/n, but you must have faith in me, faith in our love. Does your heart still ring as true as it did the night we first kissed?”

You nodded, memories of your kiss in the gardens rose up. You’d seen fireworks behind your eyelids, and felt as if you were weightless, floating into the night sky with only the feeling of Elrond’s warm lips against yours to ground you. “Of course, my heart has not ceased ringing for you since that night.”

He turned you back around, picking up your ivory comb. “Then trust in the song that sings in both our hearts.” He began combing through your hair, sending shivers down your spine.

You closed your eyes and began to relax, placing your worries in Elrond’s diligent hands.

His fingers deftly sectioned your hair, twisting and braiding, before you felt him place something on your knee.

You opened your eyes and gasped. There on your folded knee was a beautifully crafted hair clasp. Made of gold with emerald inlays, it swirled and curled forming a complex pattern, the small emeralds nestled within the pure gold like stars in the night sky.

“I am aware that I had already given you a clasp when I proposed, but I asked Celebrimbor to make this.” He sounded shy, and a smile tugged at your lips. “The clasp I proposed with was rushed, I would not feel right having you wear it on such a special day.”

You picked up the clasp, eyeing all the intricate details with quiet awe. “It is…so beautiful, Elrond, thank you.”

He took it from your hand and clasped it to the end of your braid. “Now, tell me if my soon-to-be bride favors this braid or another.”

You stood and held up your hand mirror, angling it, so you could see what he had created. “My love…” You trailed off, speechless at the masterpiece he had brought to life. It was elegant yet simple, and he had left two strands loose to frame your face.

“If you do not like it, I can do another one.” He said, shifting his weight nervously.

“I love it, and I love you.” You said, a bright smile blooming across your face. “Of course, I may add some flowers, but besides that it is perfect.” You embraced him, breathing in the scent of evergreens and parchment.

“It is perfect because it was done on the most beautiful of hair, and by hands that adore you beyond all others.” He said, lightly running his fingers over the braided tresses, and resting on your marriage clasp, as he leaned in to kiss you once more.

Tag list: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @elronds-pointy-ears, @elrondscalaquendi, @dilf-superiority

#elrond x reader #elrond x you #elrond rop #rop elrond #young elrond #young!elrond #young elrond fanfic #meg's writing #thanks for the request!#I hope you like it!!!#rop #rop fanfiction #wife!reader #anon request #prompt game

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multific · 1 year

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Love Me Tender

Elrond x Reader

You felt a cold breeze, the first sign of winter. It made a chill run down your spine.

You adored every season.

Spring for it's beauty, it was the symbol of the start of something new. Summer, for the warmth and many opportunities it brought.

Fall for the falling leaves and Winter for the snow.

Winter to you meant change, it was the beginning of something new.

And it was also winter when you met the love of your life, Elrond.

You were lost in the woods, no idea where you were heading after a terrible encounter with Orcs.

You were lost with Orcs hot in your tail. The forest was unforgiving, it was cold, no leaves to hide behind, all you could do was run.

Then you heard weapons clashing and suddenly, a young handsome elf stood in front of you.

"My name is Elrond," he introduced himself, so gentle and kind, it made you trust him immediately.

You remember how much you were shaking, from both the cold and the fear.

Yet, somehow he was able to calm you in a matter of seconds.

His eyes held such gentleness and kindness, only the freezing temperatures stayed.

Didn't take long for Elrond to start courting you.

Your admiration and friendship for Elrond soon turned into love.

And after exchanging promises, you became his wife.

His one and only.

The one he proudly showed off by his side. The one who opened his eyes to many things, the one he loved the most, you.

And most importantly, the one who gave him the gift of a beautiful daughter and two strong sons.

Elrond was older now, his spirit unbreakable, and his love for you burning with the same flame as many many many moons ago.

There, you stood, out on the balcony of Rivendell, looking at the night sky as slowly snow started to fall. The moon was bright in the night sky, illuminating you as if the moon wanted your husband to see where you were exactly.

"My Love, isn't it too cold for you be out here?" he asked as he approached you. Taking you fully in, now while he still saw the same woman he saved so many years ago, that frightened little thing he saved, he couldn't doubt that the woman in front of him was a lot more mature. A mother to his children, a Lady for his kin and a wife for him.

"It is cold, but I couldn't deny the moon. It is too pretty to simply ignore." you turned slightly and looked up at the moon again.

"While I do agree with you, I would rather you look at the moon from the warmth of our chambers."

You smiled and turning you nodded. Knowing there was no point in arguing with your husband. And you were rather cold, so you allowed him to take you inside.

In your chambers, the fire was cracking, the room felt so warm, it was your home. In this room, nothing else mattered but you and Elrond. No elf, or dwarf, no orc or men. Only you and your love for one another.

You moved to your side of the bed, while your husband did the same, waiting for you so he can hold you, you moved your head onto his chest as he moved his arm around you, holding you as you watched the fire crackle.

"Good night, My Love." he whispered.

"Good night, Elrond, I love you." you replied, and although you did hear him mumble something, sleep took over and you couldn't hear him fully.

But deep in your heart you knew exactly what he said, so you slept with a smile on your face.

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ogcjmn1 · 4 months

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elrond carried arwen like a male seahorse and thats why he speaks like an almond mom

#shameless tagging because people will hear my truth #lotr #elrond #hi wife

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aspiringnexu · 2 years

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I’ve seen the idea of an Elrond/Durin/Disa thruple being thrown around and I love it for several reasons. Mostly found family fluff reasons if I’m honest because unlike Legolas and Gimli, I feel no sexual tension. Only queer romantic/platonic. Durin and Disa are a married couple but they also have this elf who just kinda... hangs out. And Durin is ridiculously sappy with him and they kiss quite a lot and he likes hanging out with Disa and they like to sing together (his voice can’t help with the survey singing but it is lovely to listen to). And the other dwarves are baffled.

Are they just really good friends? Has there been a secret wedding no one has heard about? Is this just an Elf Thing? Elves aren’t normally so touchy feely, are they?

Mostly I love the idea because that gives probable cause for Elrond getting joint custody of the dwarrowlings.

Gil-Galad: Um. Elrond? Who are they?

Elrond, with two dwarrowlings pulling on both arms as they try to explore different parts of Lindon simultaneously: My kids.

Gil-Galad: ...Your what?

Elrond, being slowly dragged away as they figure out teamwork will get their elf dad to move faster: Ah, apologies for the slang. They are mime hini.

#rings of power #the rings of power #elrond #durin #disa #queer/platonic goals #yes this is my husband Durin #this is my wife Disa #and this is our elf Elrond #is he also your husband?#no he's Elrond #I love elf/dwarf relationships where they just baffle their people #its why Gigolas is such a favourite of mine #plenty of opportunities to confuse #also cultural differences #those are fun too #and Elrond still ends up with Celebrian #and has his three kids #but he's also kinda related to the line of Durin #when Legolas marries Gimli Elrond is just There #and no-one in the line of Durin can explain really #Elrond is just allowed and no one knows why #he's an ELF #no he's just our uncle #your uncle is an ELF #yes he is quite tall #completely changes that scene with him and Thorin #'oh god uncle Elrond is here'#the real reason Thorin didn't want to go to Imladris #his uncle was gonna chew him out for putting himself in danger

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While Elrond and Celebrian had their thousand year long slow-burn formal courtship, Celebrian and Thranduil got together in a whirlwind romance with less than a month from first meeting to marriage. They both use this to call themselves her "first husband", and have long arguments about who's right.

(Elrond and Thranduil refuse to admit their relationship to each other is anything closer is anything closer than "colleagues", but that's a separate issue.)

#lotr #elrond #thranduil #celebrian #Yes I still follow the theory that Legolas's mom who was attacked by orcs and Elrond's wife who was attacked by orcs are the same person #Elrond and Thranduil obviously know Celebrian is married to both of them but they find each other so annoying

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i rarely read post-canon maglor fics because i'm tired of them being about him moping by the seashore or slowly going insane. give me maglor taking part in haradic la résistance. give me maglor meeting alatar and pallando and helping them. or maglor fighting the avari who fell under sauron's dominion, or maglor orchestrating a coup against one of the nazgul in the second age. basically, give me maglor saving himself

#i think my headcanon maglor dies in ME but it happens somewhere around war of the ring time #and he dies fighting on the side of anti-sauron rebels shouting 'aiya feanaro!' one last time #(alatar is there too)#and since he doesn't need much healing NOW mandos says something like /please go to your mom your wife and maedhros they have been waiting/#and maglor gets reembodied very quickly #(elrond is appalled that maglor somehow reached valinor ahead of him)#tolkien #the silmarillion #maglor

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CHAPTER FIVE | THERE'S MILLIONS OF ME DARLING

Description: Thranduil and Legolas are transported to the past - where the late Elvenqueen was still alive - minor hiccup, she doesn't know who they are.

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"Where are you going, naneth?" the young elfling asked while attempting to bury his head on your skirt. "Off to war, my darling." you reply, kneeling down to his length. Oh, there were millions of things that an elfling was supposed to do with his mother - watching her go to war wasn't one of them.

"And will you return?" he inquired, playing with the silver necklace on his neck. You reach for his chin, lifting his face with a false smile. "The question my elfling is; will you?" you whisper - placing a kiss to his forehead. "I am always here, do not worry." you add, while rising to your full height. "This isn't goodbye, my leaf." you remind with the wave of a hand.

Legolas plays with the same necklace - inching the pendant in between his fingers while the pressure relieved his palms of the itch. He couldn't believe that he was in Lindon - he couldn't believe that he felt alive at the smell of real flowers.

"A silver coin for your thoughts? Legolas." you lean on the pillar beside him - watching as a smile stains his lips.

"I was thinking of my mother," he admitted - refusing to stare at your features, as they were too familiar. "I'm sure that she longs for your return," you comfort - looking up at the balcony above you - seeing the shadow of your Adar and his newfound friend.

"She was taken by war," he informs, feeling his heart drop to the floor. "- I was an elfling then. I wouldn't stop crying for her." he bites the inner corners of his lips. Legolas knew that he was nothing compared to the thousands of children that the war orphaned - nor was he anything out of the ordinary - but his grief was far too strong. He longed for a mother that he knew in the earlier stages of his life.

You place a hand on his shoulder - a silent gesture of comfort. "She waits for you in the shores of Valinor, I'm certain." you comfort again, feeling his posture soften at your words. "I can only hope," he breathed - eyes interlocking with yours. You always told him that he had the same hues as his father's - it was his first time in a thousand years to gaze upon your eyes once more.

"I- this may seem strange," he began - throat threatening to release bile. "What is it mellon?" you frown and he takes another breath. "Can I request your embrace?" he pleaded, and you open your arms - wide and welcoming him.

He has forgotten this feeling.

Thranduil swears to all his subjects that he has no memory of you - that he cannot remember the sound of your voice. He lies to his subjects. At night - he is forced to relive the memory of everything - forced to stare into your eyes, to hear your voice, to see your smile. He often wondered if the memory serves to give him bliss - or the darkest of agonies.

"You do not understand, Galion." he clawed at his chest, unbuttoning his robe. "I-I cannot remain in Arda - the sea calls for me." he breathed - not understanding why he longed for the Shores of Valinor. "She calls for me." he added. His entire room was in disarray - entire shelves taken down, and paper scattered everywhere. It resembled a pigsty more than the King's bedroom.

"She does not, sire." Galion answered in a matter-of-fact tone.

"What you feel is longing and grief - but the Queen does not desire to see you this soon." Galion replies - taking another step forward. "She would want you to take care of Prince Legolas - to rebuild the Kingdom that the darkness has destroyed. She wouldn't want you to join her - because she knows that there is a greater destiny for you here." the butler explained, squatting down.

"Adar Elrond can raise my son - he does not deserve a father like me. An ada who allowed his mother to die at the hands of -" Thranduil ranted, unable to utter the name of Sauron. "Thranduil," Galion refers to the King in his elven name - void of any titles. Thranduil. The name he bore when his father was yet to be king.

"Ada!" Legolas yells with tears running down his eyes. The King's door was ajar, leaving enough room for the elfling to enter. "Legolas," he whispered opening his arms to provide his son a deep embrace. "Naneth," he cried while burying his face deep in his father's chest.

Galion and Thranduil exchange a meaningful stare.

"Do not cry, my leaf." he pressed a kiss to the boy's forehead.

Galion was right, he couldn't leave.

Thranduil opened his eyes again, mind floating back to reality. "You used to be older than me," he began with a chuckle - fingers playing with the stem of his goblet. "- and now I am older than you, yet my wisdom does not allow me to grapple the calamity of the situation." he adds, taking another sip of his wine.

"I need to return, Ad-Lord Elrond - we know nothing of what my return has brought. What lesson it stands for." he added - tongue leaking with wisdom of old age. He stands up while dusting his robes.

"If you will excuse me - I wish to pray to the Valar."

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