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catyo90 · 1 year

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Hey, I hope you're doing well. I have a small request and I hope you're willing. Can you do a Headcanons for Thorin, Elendil, Elrond and Thranduil taking care of an injured reader?

Injured Reader Headcanons:

Thorin Oakensheild:

Thorin would leave the fight and run to you as soon as he noticed what happened, yelling to the others to cover both of you. You’d be lying on the ground, clutching your wound and he would be by your side in a flash. He would check you up and do whatever he could to treat your wound

As a royal prince of Erebor, he makes sure your shared quarters are perfect and intrusts only the finest healers to care for you.

The bedding and blankets are more expensive and comfortable, almost as costly as all the gold in Erebor.

He makes sure everything is within reach of you, food, drink and medicine are prepared and ready as soon as you need them.

Even has a balcony close by for you to look out and on days you have more strength he will join you.

He loves sitting with you, watching the sunset, fingers intertwined as you both look on at the beauty of Erebor and during the night he will take you to the ramparts to enjoy the fresh air.

He absolutely will not consult the elves, but instead, has all of the healers in Erebor helping you, finding methods that may help your aches and pains.

When you’re finally tended to by medics, he won't leave your side for a moment, making sure you are at least within eyesight when the medics tell him he couldn’t be around you for a bit.

He’d hold your hand constantly, talking to you and smiling, pressing the occasional kiss to your knuckles. After all, he’s been through, he knows how valuable it is to have someone by your side when you’re in pain.

Keeps a small group of guards with you at all times when you go out just in case something happens

You become great friends with his nephews and their mother, and they are such great fun and a great distraction from everything when he must leave on his father or grandfather's behalf.

Thorin loves stroking your cheek at night as he whispers to you

“Mahal. I wish I could take all the pain away...Rest my dear. I will stay by your side. ”

Elendil:

The world seems to stop for him when he sees you getting badly injured on the other side of the ship by a lone bandit. He would mutter to himself, praying that you’re okay. He would hold you in his arms and try to take care of you, keeping an eye on the fight at the same time.

You see his brow furrow in concern and his eyes silently plead you to be okay as he speaks to keep you awake.

Immediately he brings you back to Numenor even knowing that its against orders. He doesn’t care.

Elendil ensures that your comfortable in his home, he even has his children stay with you when he must go do his duties even though he hates being away from you

Gives you soft kisses to your forehead every morning before leaving you.

He begs Tar Miriel for the best healers and herbs from all over Numenor. Luckily it really is not needed when she informs him she sent word to Lindon for even more supplies and healers to find a way to help you

He becomes so pleased when he finds something that may help you even a little bit

When you want him to just sit and relax with you he gladly does as you command.

Loves sitting in the gardens that overlook the harbor with you, basking in the moonlight as the sun sets over the oceans horizon.

When you awake, he’d be the first person you saw. You’d see in his smile that he’s simply glad to see you awake, and he’d press a sweet kiss to your cheek and lips.

When he goes in his sea ventures throughout Middle Earth he’ll always send letters to you, mostly describing the sea creatures that he knows you wish you could see for yourself

On particularly rough days he’ll pull you close to him and he’ll murmur elven songs to you or tell you stories of ancient battles

“Meleth nin, I am here. Rest Y/n I’ll stay with you....”

Elrond

He would be paralyzed, frozen with shock. At first he can’t fathom that you’ve gotten hurt. Once he recovers control over his body, he goes to you as fast as he can. The last thing you would see was him dropping to his knees as he took your hand in his, teary-eyed. Then he wouldn’t leave your side, even after the battle, to keep track of your state.

The bond you share is so intense that he really hates it when you’re in pain, he feel so helpless but he stays strong for you

Immediately upon arriving in Lindon he consults every ancient text to try to find a cure for your injuries or at least some way to help alleviate the pain

Because that makes it so he can’t stay in one place for too long, he asks for Gil-Galad to watch over you with the other healers try to help you, and even Galadriel tries to visit often offering her healing powers.

Even if he doesn’t find anything new, he’ll bring you books to keep you entertained

Anything you need you get, and he will not rest while you ache

Likes taking small strolls through the golden touched forests with you as you pick flowers, even at times romantic picnics in the heart of the forest where he knows it will take a long time for anyone to find the two of you

He lets you lay against him under one of the eldest trees as he reads to himself smiling at your sleeping form knowing you will be okay.

Is basically at your command, whatever you need him to do, he’ll gladly do it

When you both return he sits by your bedside as you ask him to read to you or ask him stay with you so his concerns do not weigh entirely on your condition. He knows you hate to see him worry.

“Meleth nîn, I know you hate it when I worry for you but I can’t help it...I love you too much.”

Thranduil

First thing he would feel would be anger, it would be fleeting, but its there. Anger for seeing you get hurt, for whoever had the audacity to hurt you.

His heart would start racing as he wouldn’t be able to focus on the fight. She would run to you and remain by your side, even if you can tell he’s worried sick and there are tears in his eyes before passing out from the pain

He would take you back to woodland realm and lay you down in the luxurious bed. He would use almost every spell he knew to heal your wound.

You would start to wake up from his healing powers and when your eyes meet his silver ones, you knew you were going to be lectured.

He begins to ask how you got hurt, how your feeling and if the pain is too much to bear. But in truth he never gets angry with you.

He’s just to pleased to know that your safe and alive.

Being upset at yourself for causing him to be so worried would lead you too fell so bad that you couldn’t look at him.

You would try to avoid any eye contact with him as you would try to slowly get up pretending that the wound was not as bad as he thought.

This he would not allow as he would make you lay back down as you felt him lay beside you and hold you. You would feel a kiss on your temple as he brushed your hair with his other hand. Trying his best to make you comfortable

When you wake up Thranduil is beside you can see that he’s been crying and he looks so tired, his hair is a complete mess along with his clothes being slightly winkled.

He doesn’t leave you alone for a long time afterwards.

He gives you a small amulet imbued with magic so you can communicate and makes you carry it around when he can’t be with you he needs to know you’re safe otherwise he’ll stress himself out.

Once you are up and about he take you outside into the more secure parts of his realm to give you fresh air

He lays beside you near the small creeks, you feel him lay your head on his chest as he wraps his arms around you as he presses kisses all over your face.

“Meleth e-Guilen, Thîr vain chîn darn thulen.”- (Love of my life, your beauty has halted my breath.

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fenharel-enaste · 9 months

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A Remedy for Mind Poison || Elendil x Reader

Rating: General audiences

Summary: Something has been troubling your mind for a while now and Elendil will do anything in his hand to see you smile again.

Content: Angst and anxiety/depression (proceed with caution if this might be triggering for you) but so much comfort, fluff, lots of kisses and words of love and reassurance.

Word count: 1,6k

Requested by: @aamon47 Thank you so much baby! 💖💖 (This took so long I'm sorry jafkjnakd)

Notes: Turned out a bit angstier than I thought because I ended up projecting and getting carried away. Also reader's problem is not explicitly mentioned so it could be more relatable for everyone regardless of the circumstances.

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He felt that pleasant warmth in his heart every time you smiled, every time your eyes lit up when you looked at him, with every romantic gesture and with every mundane situation you shared. One day, however, while Elendil could still see that beautiful smile on your face, he could also see your teary eyes when you looked away, when you thought he wasn't observing you.

You told him you were fine when he asked you. And he simply put his arms around you from behind, without saying a word, the last thing he wanted was to rush you or force you to speak. He trusted you completely. He knew you would eventually tell him when you were ready, like you always did, but he couldn't deny that it was heartbreaking to see you like that. So he just held you tight against him, hoping to comfort you, if only a little, with soft kisses on your hair and sweet words whispered in your ear.

Over the next few days, Elendil arranged little surprises for you. He took you riding with him to your favourite secret spot on the isle woods, he walked with you under the stars, never letting go of your hand, he left a single flower on your bed every morning so that you would think of him when waking up, when duty called him before dawn.

Your heart fluttered with each of his little gestures, of course, he always made your rough days better, more bearable. But there was still something, something unsettling that was always with you when you were alone with your thoughts. A part of you wanted to tell him, you knew he would listen and understand every word and would do everything in his power to make you feel better. That was precisely the problem, what stopped you from pouring out your feelings in front of him. They felt ridiculous, too trivial compared to other people's problems, compared to everything you knew Elendil had gone through years ago, before you came into his life. You didn’t want to be a burden for him.

It was just a bad patch, you had been through this before and always felt better after a few weeks, you would endure it again.

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Elendil stared at you from his desk. A book was open in front of him, but he could hardly pay attention to it when you were in that same room, so beautiful as you moved about it, doing your little chores you liked to indulge in to distract yourself from reality. You made these little facial expressions, probably unconsciously, a reflection of your own thoughts as you focused on the task at hand. Elendil found them absolutely adorable. He found himself smiling at the sight, unable to stop the words from escaping his lips.

“You’re perfect.”

“I’m sorry?” you asked despite having heard him the first time, you were just taken aback, not knowing exactly how to respond.

“You are so perfect, my love,” Elendil repeated, speaking those flattering words so lovingly you inevitably smiled and blushed, but there was something preventing you from replying. You didn't quite know how to respond, honestly. You couldn't help thinking he said it because he loves you, but he wouldn't think that if he saw you the way you saw yourself. Or at least how you've been seeing yourself lately.

Something began to press on your chest, harder and harder, followed by a stinging pain in your throat. And with a sudden sob, tears began to flood your eyes.

“Love?” Elendil rose from his chair, startled, and rushed towards you, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling your head against his chest, where you buried your tear-stained face.

“I’m here, my darling,” he whispered, reassuring you while stroking your hair and pressing his lips on your head. He allowed you to take your time, to shed as many tears as you needed while he kept you safe in his arms. After a while, when he felt you were calm enough to talk, he guided you to the bed and sat by your side.

“Please, tell me what’s troubling you, my moon. My heart cannot bear seeing you like this,” Elendil muttered as he wiped your tears gently with his fingers and held your hands in his.

You find the strength to articulate words between sobs. All the times you had tried to put your grief into words, all your insecurities, all your fears, all those intrusive thoughts that made you feel like a failure bursting in at the most unexpected moments. It all came out at once when Elendil cupped your face in his hands and made you look into his worried, pleading eyes. You weren't even sure if you were making sense, wanting to express so many feelings and thoughts all at once. But his eyes reached deep inside you, he understood.

“Is there anything I can do? Tell me what you need.” Those were the only words that came from his lips as he gently squeezed your hands.

"I think... right now all I want is a distraction, I just want these thoughts to go away, please," you implored, not sure whether to him or to your own mind, but they were sincere words, or at least that's what you told yourself.

“We sure can find something, of course, but... listen, please, listen to me.” Elendil brought his hands back to your face and made you look him in the eye, he wanted to make sure you listened to every single word. “We will find something, you have my word, but first I need you to hear how remarkable you are, what a brave, determined, hard-working, beautiful person you are. You always accomplish anything you set your mind to, even if it may take you a while, you always make it. You will overcome this, and this is true because I know you and you are perfectly capable of anything. I'm very proud of you, my love."

You found yourself speechless, barely breathing at the lovely words he was speaking. He was certainly overestimating you, obviously, but in his eyes you could see that he did believe in what he was saying. All you could see was utter devotion.

“Oh gods, I don’t know...”

“Trust me, love, you can do this. And you don't have to do it alone, do not hesitate, ever, to ask me for anything you need, please. Say the word and you’ll have it." There they were, the words you dreaded to hear, the last thing you wanted was becoming a burden for him. However, perhaps it was the sincerity in his voice, the way his eyes studied you, so concerned but with such love, how his hands fondled yours and moved up to cup your face so gently to wipe away your tears. The expected fear and guilt were not there, there was only relief and immense gratitude towards that perfect man in front of you.

“Thank you, Elendil.” The words came weakly from your lips. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I was afraid of sounding selfish, I know you already have a lot to attend to and..." Your voice was interrupted by your lover's lips before you could finish the sentence, taking your breath away, calming your mind before any negative thought could take hold of it again.

Elendil answered your concerns with his lips still brushing yours. “Any burden, no matter how heavy, is like a feather to me if it means helping you to feel content and fulfilled, if it means being able to see that precious smile of yours every day. I am here for you, always.”

How could you have been so lucky in life to have him? Tears were still visible in your eyes, but Elendil could only see true bliss in them this time, the first time he saw it in weeks. In that moment, his heart warmed, and he wished nothing more than to kiss you and hold you close, and so he did for a few whole minutes. Your mind was at ease, only filled with Elendil's intoxicating scent and warmth, so familiar and safe.

“Are you feeling any better now?" Elendil asked after a while, slowly pulling away from your embrace so he could meet your eyes.

Your eyes were still slightly puffy, but you no longer felt any burden on you, only relief, all was well at last. “I am indeed. Thank you so much for listening to me. I think that’s all I needed after all.”

“I’m glad to hear that, my love,” Elendil said before kissing you swiftly one last time. “Now, is there anything you want us to do that might keep you distracted?”

You were exhausted, and you felt that, for the first time in forever, you would finally be able to sleep peacefully, without nightmares. And you knew how you wanted to do it.

“Would you read to me for a while, please? That book you were reading earlier? You know your voice alone is enough to make me feel sheltered and safe.”

Elendil let out a soft chuckle at your compliment, he was more than happy to oblige. “Of course, my dear, come lay here with me.” He reached for the abandoned book on the desk and lay down on your bed, inviting you to rest in his arms.

Elvish verses came from his lips with soft sounds and a soothing, musical rhythm, which accompanied by his deep, velvety voice sounded almost like a sweet lullaby that soon made you fall asleep on his chest.

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thetempleofthemasaigoddess · 1 year

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His little guest

Elendil x shapeshifer!reader

*****

Imagine being one of Queen Miriel’s ladies-in-waiting, living with her at court; you take care of her correspondence, organize her wardrobe and accompany her on official trips. The role is more demanding than most people would imagine, but you enjoy what you do, you are good at it and get along well with Miriel, who is a friend of yours since early childhood. You live a peaceful, tranquil life... hiding a secret that could destroy everything you love and know.

You have known Elendil since you were a girl, since your mothers were good friends. You have always been fond of him -and how could you not? Clever, kind and charming, the captain is everything you appreciate in a person- and for a few years you have felt feelings quite different from simple friendship take root in your heart, feelings that make you shiver every time his sea-blue eyes meet yours.

One day the Queen sends you to the palace’s library to retrieve some scrolls she needs for a meeting with some of the guild masters. Retrieving them takes longer than expected, so you find yourself almost running through the corridors towards Miriel’s apartments, your arms heavy with the materials your lady requested; you turn a corner without looking ahead... and you hit what you at first mistake for a wall, but is instead Elendil’s firm body.

“I am so sorry, are you alright?” he asks, quickly bending to retrieve some of the scrolls that you inadvertently let fall from your arms. He is more attractive than ever, you think admiringly, clad in the sea-blue of the Sea Guard uniform, so similar to the colour of his eyes, soft brown hair framing his handsome face, his bright smile that makes you weak in the knees.

“No harm done, and thank you. What brings you to the palace, Elendil?” you wonder, returning it with a smile of your own, and you learn that councillor Pharazon has requested a meeting with some of the Sea Guard’s officers.

The Queen is expecting the scrolls, safe in your arms again, and normally you would do your utmost to perform the tasks given to you with alacrity... but the captain seems happy to see you, and inclined to chat, so you are only too happy to stay for a few minutes enjoying his attention... and the deep and sensual timbre of his voice.

You ask about his children, and he inquires about the health of your mother.

“Are you going to the regatta, tonight?” he asks then, referring to a popular event that takes place every year in Armenelos to commemorate the natal day of the ruling sovereign; apart from the competition itself, there will be music, dancing, and even a firework display, until late at night.

“I guess so, even though I'll have to go alone. All my friends are otherwise busy, and my mother has been so many times that for her the event has lost its appeal.”

“That is unfortunate, events like this are best enjoyed in the company of others. Maybe...”

“... yes?”

For a moment Elendil, a brave man who has fought many battles and even dived into the stormy sea to save a comrade who was drowning, looks almost scared, as he rubs the back of his neck. “Maybe you would let me escort you? I would also go on my own, since my children are busy with their friends, and we could keep each other company.”

He smiles, almost shy but clearly hopeful at the prospect of spending an evening with you - maybe not just, you allow yourself to think, because any company is an improvement compared to loneliness. Your heart flutters, and suddenly you don’t care if the Queen reprimands you for your tardiness.

“Are you sure it wouldn’t be a bother?”

“Quite the opposite, I would be happy to. So... shall we go together?”

The smile you give him is the happiest of your life. “Elendil, there is nothing I would love more.”

*****

That evening, Elendil reaches the pier where you have agreed to meet well in advance; he is wearing his best clothes and brought you flowers. He is happy, even excited, at the prospect of spending an evening with you; he has always considered you a friend, as well as one of Númenor’s most beautiful women, but for a few years he has found himself infatuated with you, and after so long fearing you would not reciprocate his interest, he feels tonight will be his chance to express his feelings, and maybe you will even let him court you...

It is a whole hour before the regatta starts, but many people are already filling the streets, enjoying the concerts and the other entertainments planned for the evening. Music fills the air, children play in the square, and he feels excited as a boy courting his first sweetheart as he waits for you at the pier.

And he waits.

And he waits still, until the blare of the trumpets announces the start of the regatta, and he waits some more, until the pier empties and elders and families with young children start returning home.

At first he is so surprised at your tardiness he doesn’t even feels disappointed. Why haven’t you come? Is it possible that there was some misunderstanding when you agreed to meet tonight? It is you who proposed the pier, which is not far from your home, so you can’t have gotten it wrong; you could have gotten confused about the time to meet at, but the regatta must be over by this time, so if you wanted to come, by this time you would have already.

If you wanted to come...

You had looked so happy, even flattered, when he offered to escort you, but maybe you've changed your mind about joining him? But why? Have you found something better to do or someone better to spend your time with? Did you realize that his intentions were not strictly friendly, and you decided to stay home to spare both of you the embarrassment of your refusal? The very idea breaks his heart, but he sees no other option; to leave him like this, without apologizing or at least warning him, is not like you, but maybe you were to embarassed to confront him, or perhaps you sent him a note home that he missed since he left early.

He briefly considers the hypothesis that something has occurred to you, an accident or even, Eru forbid, an assault, but it seems highly unlikely: the pier and your home are just a few minutes apart, connected by well-lit streets, and after all he saw you only a few hours ago. He has to face the truth... to stop you from showing up at your date was not and unexpected event, but simply the realization that your feelings, or maybe just your interest, don't match his.

It is not the end of the world; but in that moment he feels like it is, his heart broken by disappointment and solitude. Eru forgive him, for a minute he had actually thought... hoped... his heart already beat with happiness at the fantasy of walking with your arm under his, and maybe even kissing you goodnight after he had walked you home...

You naive idiot. You better forget everything about this, and her; she must have never cared about you, not like you cared about her, so at least you were saved the humiliation of hearing her say no...

That is a fact; still, the disappontment is almost too much to bear. Flowers of colourful lights explode in the darkened sky, the people with their faces upward expressing their awe and joy from the docks and the squares; Elendil sighs, thinking about how much he would have loved to witness that spectacle with you.

Not far from him there is a large statue commemorating the sacrifice of all the Sea Guard members who who lost their life in service. Elendil, who often stops there for a moment of recollection, leaves the flowers he had brought you among the many posies at the base of the statue before setting out for home.

*****

He is walking through a dark alley not far from his home, trying to think about his next mission with the Sea Guard to distract himself from the failure and the disappointment of that night, when the silence of the night is pieced by a sound Elendil can’t at first recognize... a lament? A moan? A yelp?

Whatever it is, it originates from behind a low wall on the left of the alley; a few moments, and he ears it again, more acute, more urgent. Elendil cautiously approaches, all too aware he is unharmed, and alone, should it be a trap, he peers beyond the wall...

... and the red fox curled up on the pavement close to the wall looks back at him, aching but not scared, and doesn’t move while the man nimbly jumps over the wall and bends a knee next to it.

It is a fine specimen, pretty big for its race, a vixen with bright red fur, black-tipped ears and paws, a pointed snout and a long bushy tail, and she clearly took a violent beating: the poor creature is soaking wet, bleeds from her mouth and side, and shakes violently, as if in shock.

Elendil has never been particularly an animal lover, but the scene in front of him breaks his heart - again. "Who did this to you?" he asks gently, not wanting to scare the fox "Some kids? Or a shopkeeper found you while you were stealing food?"

Whatever the reasons for the creature's sorry state, Elendil finds himself unable to let her be. He offers her an hand and the vixen licks his fingers, looking at him without fear, as if waiting to see what he decides to do. I am in your hands, she would say if she could, and Elendil decides he cannot and doesn’t want to disappoint her. He has enforced a strict no-pets policy at home since his children were born -Isildur broke it once, when he was seven, smuggling a raccoon he had found Eru knows where and hiding it under his bed for a whole month until he bit his mother’s leg as she was making the bed- but they would still be out with their friends at this time, so...

“I will not hurt you” he promises, and the vixen appears to understand, or maybe she is too tired and in pain to fight, because she lets Elendil pick her up and comfortably snuggles in his arms, looking at him from below with shiny eyes the captain is for a moment sure he knows. So, are we going or not?

Whatever conclusion he had imagined for tonight, this was not it, but Elendil finds himself not caring -not too much, at least- as he arrives home with the fox still nice and quiet in his arms. He carries her to the bathing room, leaves her on the clean floor and uses wet rags to dry her and clean her wounds. At ease as she is with him and in his house she cannot be a wild animal, Elendil reasons, even though a fox is an unusual choice for a domestic animal perhaps she belongs to someone in the city, someone who in that very moment is desperately looking for her, wondering where their beloved pet has ended up.

“I wish you could tell me where you live, and who you belong to” he confides while he gently dries her tail, the red fur now shining like a flame “I cannot keep you, since it would mean breaking a rule I have set myself, and I wouldn’t know what to feed you...”

The vixen doesn’t appear too proccupied; she has stopped shaking and she is licking the injured paw that Elendil has done its best to clean so that it doesn’t get infected. In his experience foxes are diffident animals, even aggressive, but this one is different; she lets Elendil touch her and licks his hands as if to express her gratitude.

He really has no idea what food she would appreciate -berries and fruit, perhaps? Foxes eat smaller animals too, but he wouldn't know where to find mice or birds- but his little guest gladly drinks the water he pours in a bowl; she walks with a limp, given the wounded paw, and Elendil hopes it will heal in time.

In the end, the little fox curls up on the floor of the living room and open her mouth wide -she has a very respectable set of teeth- in a yawn; she is ready for her beauty sleeps, an amused Elendil thinks, but he is hesitant about leaving her where his children will find her when they come home. Not because they could reproach him for not letting them keep animals when they were children while he is doing It now, just... they could find it weird, or... stupid.

No. His little guest better remain hidden.

He scoops her up and brings her to his bedroom; the vixen jumps down and sniffs around between the large, low bed made with linen sheets and the wooden chest that his father had carved himself and gifted to his son when he had moved out of his parents' room.

Elendil sleeps on the left side of the bed; he puts his oldest pillow on the right half, which has been empty for years, and pats it. Immediately the vixen, until now scratching at the door as if she would rather sleep in the living room, approaches, jumps on the bed and lowers herself on the pillow, perfectly content.

Elendil joins her on the bed a few minutes later, having closed the windows and blown out the candle on the desk. Naked from the waist up, he lies on the bed, and as he pets the vixen's soft fur -she is so well behaved! Her owners must have trained her well- he finds himself smiling. He is still thinking about you, the disappointment of not seeing you at your date and the bad feelings about what this could mean for your relationship, but the unexpected meeting with the small predator has nonetheless put him in a good mood. Tomorrow morning he will set her free, hoping the vixen can find her way home.

Tail wrapped around her body, the fox licks his fingers, her teeth coming close without touching him; Elendil smiles as he finds a comfortable position on the bed.

"You are not the lady I was hoping to take to bed tonight" he confides, perfectly aware she cannot understand "But I am happy you are here."

The fox still looks at him; Elendil looks back until Irmo comes to take him in his arms.

*****

The first sensation that hits him, even before he is completely awake, is the presence of another body next to him: a leg pressed against his, an arm resting on his hip.

There is someone on the bed, next to him. How is this possible? Immobile, eyes closed, Elendil reflects for a moment: it has been years since his wife passed away, his children stopped coming to sleep with him when they had a nightmare at least a decade and a half ago and while he doesn't yet remember what he did last night -he went out...? To do what? To meet someone, perhaps?- he is sure he didn't bring anyone home. Then, who in the world...?

He is lying in a fetal position, the right half of the bed behind him. Not knowing what to expect, he cautiously turns... and gasps.

There is a woman laying on the bed next to him, sound asleep with a hand under her head; a woman who is only wearing a white shif, too tight to completely hide the shape of her body, her chest gently rising and falling with her breath. A woman Elendil knows well..

It is you.

Elendil feels like he is still asleep, and not only because part of him has secretely hoped to have you right there, perhaps not sleeping, one day. He is flabbergasted.

What are you doing there? He knows he didn't invite you back to his home last night, he didn't even meet you!, and you were not waiting for him at the door to explain the reason for your absence... and maybe earn his forgiveness in the most pleasant way.

How did you come in? Why would you come in, in the middle of the night, not calling him or speaking but simply making yourself welcome on his bed? There are no clothes of yours around, did you walk from your house wearing only a shift? And there is something else he should wonder about, something only apparently less important...

Where is the vixen? She has disappeared, he realizes looking all around him; the bed is too low to hide even her tiny body under it, and both windows and door are closed like he had left them last night. Maybe she ran away when you came in? Yes, it is the only solution, even though it explains little.

Unless...

But the absence of his little guest crosses his mind only for a moment. Elendil cannot take his eyes out of you, you in his bed, you so at ease and defenseless and even more beautiful because of it, you wearing less than what he ever allowed himself to picture you in.

You are magnificent, and he would never take advantage of your unconsciousness to touch or look where only a lover should, and with your explicit consent, but he cannot help looking at you, the dreamy expression on your beautiful face, your chest, your legs, your...

Stop. You shouldn't, and you won't, he mentally scolds himself, and even in the midst of the most baffling moment of his life, he instinctively does the right, honourable thing: he touches your arm, and gently calls your name. "Wake up."

You obey. Your eyes open; it takes you three seconds to get your bearings, and two more until an expression of absolute horror appears on your face. "Elendil...!"

"It is all right" he instinctively feels the need to comfort you; he doesn't realize you are not the only half-dressed one in front of the other "Are... Are you all right?"

You mutely nod; you couldn't look more terrified -and mortified- if you were facing a killer with sword and axe, while you start getting up from the bed. "Elendil, I am... so sorry..."

He assures you he is not angry, and sincerely he is still too astonished to wonder about whether he has any reason to be. He looks at your right hand, clean but wounded, and at an ugly black bruise on your temple, and his doubts become a certainty, although one he cannot for the life of him explain.

"The fox... is you." he breathes, amazed, and he sees you shrink, as if you are trying to offer the smallest target possible to an attacker. "You are her. But how is it possible...?"

You look at him, wondering whether he can see your heart break through your eyes. "I am so sorry I couldn't come" you whisper "Please, please don't tell anyone..."

You stand, and go open the nearest window, the one giving onto an empty street. You turn, immobile, looking at him, and he could almost think you are letting him look at you in your state of undress, but you aren't; you are simply realizing you are in love with him, deeply and truly, now that you lost him forever, and you are committing his handsome face to memory as you look at him for the last time.

And then you start changing. An astounded Elendil sees your body being remoulded - this is the only word he could use to describe the process taking place in front of his eyes, like a piece of clay being given a new shape by a sculptor. You bend yourself on all four while thick red fur grows all over your body; your shift vanishes, your limbs shrink as paws take the place of hands and feet. A triangular face with small ears has appeared instead of your beautiful features, and the fox's bushy tail sweeps the floor.

Her tail. Your tail. You are the little vixen he succoured last night, he still cannot believe it even though his very eyes witnessed the transformation, and he is now looking at fox-you, who on her part looks at him with all the sadness and the love her eyes can contain.

Those eyes, he knows; they didn't change, and he would know them anywhere and in any case.

For a whole minute no one moves; then the vixen turns, quickly climbs the wall and jumps out of the window, disappearing from view and leaving a shaken and shocked Elendil in her wake.

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You pass the next hours in a daze, as if you couldn't wake up completely or you were drunk. You return home in your fox form to reassure your mother, who has spent the whole night awake waiting for you, that you are all right, then you dress yourself and reach the palace to attend the Queen.

Miriel is an extremely perceptive person, as well as the one who knows you best in the world next to your mother, so when you tell her you fell at home to explain the bruise on your temple and your wounded hand, she looks at you skeptically but accepts your explaination, simply reminding you that you can take some time off whenever you want.

You do your best to work as you always do, even though you cannot pretend everything is back to normal. You feel... upset, in a way you cannot explain or understand, and while you make sure the Queen's clothes, including her capes, shoes and jewels, are in order, or you receive her lunch on a tray from the kitchens to serve it to her at her desk because she is too busy for a proper meal, there is only one thing, one person, you can think about... Elendil.

Elendil. You are not scared he will divulge your secret, and not just because no one in the city would ever believe him; you know him well enough to trust he will understand that is a matter to keep secret, because it could ruin your life.

About the two of you, on the other hand, you are much less optimistic. You don't know what you are more embarassed about: what he is thinking now that he knows your secret, or the fact that he found you in his bed. It was so kind, so selfless, of him to take care of fox-you, and you didn't think that when you go to sleep in that state you often unconsciously turn...

You will never have the courage to look at him in the eyes again, and you will probably not have the occasion to anyway, since he must be so perturbed by this morning's events he will try to forget he ever knew you.

It is so unfair, you think as you make order on the Queen's desk, as always cluttered with scrolls, writing instruments and other things. You know that you would have told him sooner or later, if the two of you had started courting as you hoped, and it would still have been a shock for him, but this... at this point, before you even had the opportunity to spend an evening together as a potential couple... You wouldn't blame him if he decided to never speak to you again, for one reason or another.

You are ordering the scrolls on a shelf, keeping the ones you have brought Miriel yesterday in front, when a maid enters to tell you that one of the Queen's advisors is waiting for you in a room nearby.

"Whatever for? Why should one of the advisors want to talk to me?"

"I have no idea, milady; you better ask them." the maid placidly answers; only later you will remember she is acquainted with Elendil, since her sons are both in the Sea Guard.

Perplexed, but not wanting to displease someone who could complain about you with the Queen, you leave Miriel's study and reach the other room... where waiting for you there is not one of the advisors, but Elendil, with a bouquet of your favourite flowers in his hands.

"I left the ones I had brought you yesterday at the statue at the pier, I hope you don't mind." he explains, and there is shyness in the gestures with which he offers you the flowers; you accept them, and he smiles.

"Oh, these are so beautiful..."

"I am glad you like them. Are... Are you all right?"

The sincere concern in his sea-blue eyes threatens to make you cry. He has come, maybe asking the maid's help because he feared you wouldn't want to talk to him, he doesn't hate you as he should... "Elendil, I am so sorry..."

"Again, you have no reason to. Listen, if you want we, I, can forget everything that happened, I will tell no one, I swear..."

His hand moves for a moment, as if he wanted to take yours but then he decided it wouldn't be proper, and seeing it fills your heart with happiness. You don't want him to forget, you decide, rather you want to share with him your secret, something you have done your utmost to keep to yourself until now, because whatever happens between the two of you, you know he deserves your trust.

"I have almost an hour before I have to help the Queen prepare for dinner" you say "Shall we walk in the gardens until then?"

Elendil's smile widens as he offers you his arm. "I would want nothing more."

The gardens are in bloom in this period of the year, flowers, plants and trees of every kind, both native of Númenor and brought from distant lands, surround you as you and Elendil walk for a while before sitting on a stone bench, his hands in yours.

"I will tell you everything." you promise, and you do, once you have made sure no one is listening.

Shapeshifters are not unknown in Númenor, but they are considered nothing more than stories to entertain children; legends say that they once existed until Men hunted them to extinction, but no one above the age of ten believe them. They should.

You inherited the gift from your mother, and her from hers; shapeshifters are now very rare, and they keep their nature secret out of fear of being ousted or hunted and captured like animals forced to entertain a crowd.

"My kin's animal is, as you have seen, the fox; I know a man who changes into a wolf, and there is a pair of sisters who can turn into seals." you explain; you don't add their names, since you have all sworn to keep each other's secret as well as your own "We learn to shift around eight or ten years of age; after the first time it is as simple as breathing. The transformation is not painful, and we retain our intelligence, memory and conscience. The least we wear when we turn the better, but clothes magically disappear and reapper when we return to our original shape, even though no one really knows how it works."

Elendil listens, fascinated by you as well as by your story. He has always known you were special, but to know it for a fact is different... in a good way.

“Do you eat what a real fox eats? Can you change every time you want? There is a legend that says shapeshifters can only do it on a full moon night.”

“I have gotten used to eating mice and small birds, yes, even though as a young girl it disgusted me; I simply need to give the fox's body time to digest before shifting back, because the real me would then be sick. And about the moon, it is a common misconception; we can turn whenever we want... but we need to do it regularly, otherwise the animal part of our fëa will take over, and the shift will happen out of our control.”

This rule is, sadly, the cause of your misfortune of yesterday. Since you were a young girl, your habit has been to turn every five days; you know you can resist up to nine before being forced to shift against your will, but as your mother taught you, it is safer not to rely too much on your self-control. Therefore, every five days, you turn in the secrecy of your mother’s house and go roam free in the city, sniffing around, hunting small preys and even letting children pet and play with you. The worst that had ever happened to you until last night was to be kicked out, sometimes literally, from a shop you had sneaked in looking for food or a combative fox, a real one, in whose territory you had trespassed. In your vixen form you are quick, agile and exceptionally good at hiding; you are careful to stay where it is safe, and never stray too far from home.

But last night was different; last night you really feared your time had come. You didn’t even want to shift and go for your usual stroll, since you feared you would be late for your date with Elendil, but it had been seven days since your last time -in the previous days you had been too busy with the Queen to go- and you didn’t want to risk shifting while you were with him. So you have gone out... and while happily scampering in an alley after a hearty meal of mice, you had stumbled on a group of boys playing with a ball in a small square.

“I didn’t scare them; I was simply minding my own business, but they saw me and decided to have some fun with me” you explain, and you shiver, even though a warm evening is falling on the city; you felt so scared, so powerless to stop them unless you shifted back and revealed your secret to six or seven strangers, and some say that animals don’t feel pain or fear as Men do, but as far as you are concerned, that could not be farther from the truth...

“I tried to run away, and then to bite them so that they would let me go, but I couldn’t; they caught me, surrounded me, and decided that since I was so quick and small, they would buy dinner to the one who would hit my head with a stone.”

“Oh, Eru..."

“I know; I was so scared... such cruelty, from a group of young boys, and without a reason, since I was not a threat nor a prey they could eat if they were hungry. In the end, one of them did hit me, and then another one, and another one... and in the end, since at that point I was limping and the game was over, they decided it would be amusing first to dunk me in a fountain to see whether I could hold my breath, and then to set my tail on fire.”

Elendil blanches, even though he saw your tail is whole and healthy himself, and you quickly reassure him: you were finally able to escape biting the boy who was holding you while the others discussed who would go and procure a tinderbox; speaking wet, weak and limping, you were finally able to find a place to hide... and that is where he found you, hours later.

You smile while, having overcome guilt and embarassment, you caress his hand with yours. “Thank you for taking care of me; I know you are not used to having animals in your house, and for that I am grateful. I really don’t know what would have become of me if you hadn’t intervened.”

“I was happy to help, even though I had no idea it was you. So...” Elendil begins with a coy smile “Is that misadventure the only reason you didn’t join me at the regatta?”

You assure him it is; the idea of spending an evening with him made you so happy, and you felt terribly guilty when you realized you had left him waiting for hours at the pier... even though his kindness had allowed the two of you to spend some time together anyway, even though not how you had imagined.

“So the vixen was not the lady you had planned to take to your bed last night?” you ask with a mischievous smile, and the man next to you turns pink in the face.

“I didn’t mean... I swear I wouldn’t have... I would have been happy, obviously, but...”

“It is all right; I know I can trust you, and your intentions. Anyway, you need to know I turned the other way while you were changing into your sleeping clothes... even though I was tempted to peak.”

Elendil is now fully blushing, which unlike what would happen for most men, makes him even more handsome. He laughs, shaking his head, and “Truly you are marvellous” he says, his voice full of affection, as if your ability to shapeshift into a fox weren’t the only thing filling him with wonder as he looks at you “But I always knew that; at least, I have been certain for some years already.”

He doesn’t talk anymore; but the mute question, the invitation, in his sea-blue eyes is clear enough you cannot even pretend to misunderstand. The beating of your heart is so loud it deafens you, but the sensation is not unpleasant - far from it, and you feel more thirsty than you have ever been, in front of a spring of clear water...

”You must know" you stammer, just as he starts closing the distance between the two of you; it is almost painful to discuss something that could separate you now that you are close, finally as close as you always wanted, but you want there to be sincerity between you, now that he is part of your secret and he has proved he deserves to be “If I ever were to have children, they would be...”

“I know; they would be beautiful, just like you are” he interrupts you, a smile dancing on his lips -his lips!- and in his eyes “I know what you mean. It is too soon to talk about children, but I wouldn’t mind if they were... kits. I would have never imagined any of this, but this ability is just another thing I love about you. I would have loved you all the same if you didn’t have it; you already were, and always will be, special to me.”

Those words move you to the point of making you speechless, even if you knew what to say. But you know what to do, that is to offer him the face that Elendil gently takes in his hands, and a moment later you are sharing your first kiss, passionate, warm, long enough to leave you both breathless, and then a second kiss follows, and a third, and a fourth, your fingers moving in his hair as you repeat his name like an invocation, like a prayer and a plea, and his warm and firm hands have started moving on your body, gentle and possessive, a promise of more to come...

In the end, his forehead is resting against yours, your breaths interwining; he quietly asks what he had hoped to ask you last night after walking you home, and you don't hesitate before answering.

“Yes! Yes, of course, there is nothing I would love more.” you say, your heart bursting with joy; Elendil laughs, happy and relieved to know your feelings match his.

“My beautiful fox-lady” he says, voice full of affection and tenderness, holding you close, and you will have to ask him not to call you that in public, but you like it, you love it, and you love him.

The flowers he brought you remain at the other end of the bench while you share words, kisses, and feelings, and promises, and make plans for tonight. It is outrageously late when you finally return to the Queen’s rooms to help her prepare for the banquet, but for once in your life you don’t care, happy with the certainty that your heart is in good hands, your love is returned, and that both fox-you and woman-you will be safe in the care of the man you both love.

Tagging @starlady66 @grinkitty and @elvenenby. Hope you like this!!

#The Lord of the Rings #The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power #The Rings of Power #Rings of Power #Elendil #Elendil the Tall #Elendil x reader #Lloyd Owen #Bellona's stuff

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sillylotrpolls · 10 months

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If you recall, a little while ago I manually scraped data regarding popular LotR ships from Ao3 using an extremely rough methodology. I had a request for the data, so what the heck, here you go.

Now, these numbers are ridiculously rough. In fact, you might even say they're bad. The first 10 are approximately correct. But, as explained in that link, every group of 10 after that is undercounted by more and more because I excluded fics from my search that contained the ships already on the list. Also, anything tagged in the Hobbit movies/book but not LotR was really, really undercounted.

Let this be a lesson in data sources! In fact, the best use of this data is to use it as a starting point for getting good data. Instead of checking every permutation of ships (like idk, Merry/Elrond) for proper numbers, you would start by checking the top 50 on this list. This is of course assuming you didn't have a better method of getting data out of Ao3 than using the work and tag searches like I've done here.

(The second-best use of this data is to go "lol, really?" which is what I assume/hope you're here for, because otherwise you're probably gonna be disappointed.)

(The third-best use of this data is to note that because the Hobbit movies came out 2012-14, right when Ao3 had achieved critical mass, it is much, much easier to find Hobbit-related fic on Ao3 than LotR, the films of which came out in 2001-03.)

For ships that intrigued me I've included the "actual" results in purple. But even those numbers are probably undercounting because some people don't use tags that map to the canonical tags.

Anyway, the top 140 ships for "Lord of the Rings - All Media Types" on Archive of Our Own using a Very Bad counting method are:

1 Frodo/Sam (2207) (2,250) 2 Gimli/Legolas (1918) (2,121) 3 Aragorn/Arwen (1509) 4 Aragorn/Legolas (1492) 5 Éowyn/Faramir (1055) 6 Bilbo/Thorin (996) (12,085!!!) 7 Erestor/Glorfindel (955) (1,158) 8 Aragorn/Boromir (766) 9 Celebrían/Elrond (752) 10 Galadriel/Halbrand (688) (691) 11 Legolas & Thranduil (439) 12 Legolas/Original Female Character (347) (539) 13 Legolas/Thranduil (308) 14 Merry Brandybuck/Pippin Took (305) (488) 15 Thranduil/Original Female Character (294) (653) 16 Legolas/Reader (269) (328) 17 Gimli & Legolas (248) 18 Elrond/Lindir (244) 19 Éomer Éadig/Lothíriel (233) 20 Thranduil/Thranduil's Wife (232) (512) (this tag cracks me up) 21 Celeborn/Galadriel (216) 22 Frodo & Sam (196) 23 Boromir/Faramir (157) 24 Aragorn/Frodo (155) 25 Boromir & Faramir (153) 26 Rose Cotton/Sam (147) (331) 27 Morgoth Bauglir | Melkor/Sauron (145) 28 No Romantic Relationship (128) 29 Elrond/Thranduil (123) (325) 30 Thranduil/Reader (114) (620) 31 Elrohir/Legolas (122) 32 Aragorn & Legolas (119) 33 Original Female Character/Original Male Character (117) 34 Aragorn/Faramir (99) 35 Aragorn/Reader (89) 36 Kíli/Tauriel (80) (2,604!!!) 37 Elrond/Reader (78) 38 Elrond & Maglor | Makalaurë (75) 39 Haldir of Lothlórien/Legolas (71) 40 Thorin/Original Female Character (68) 41 Merry Brandybuck & Pippin Took (82) 42 Denethor II/Finduilas of Dol Amroth (80) 43 Elladan/Elrohir (78) 44 Haldir of Lothlórien/Original Female Character (77) 45 Boromir/Original Female Character (70) 46 Bard the Bowman/Thranduil (67) (1,727) 47 Bilbo & Frodo (64) 48 Minor or Background Relationship (60) 49 Elladan & Elrohir (58) 50 Éomer Éadig/Faramir (57) 51 Elrond/Ereinion Gil-galad (72) 52 Éomer Éadig/Reader (59) 53 Celebrimbor/Sauron (55) (783!!!!) 54 Fingon | Findekáno/Maedhros | Maitimo (51) 55 Éowyn/Gríma Wormtongue (48) 56 Other Relationship Tags to Be Added (48) 57 Celebrimbor/Talion (Shadow of Mordor) (47) 58 Frodo/Faramir (46) 59 Arondir/Bronwyn (46) 60 Elrond/Legolas (45) 61 Arwen/Éowyn (52) 62 Aragorn/Éowyn (49) 63 Glorfindel/Original Female Character (48) 64 Legolas/Original Character (43) 65 Aragorn & Elrond (39) 66 Thorin/Reader (37) 67 Elendil the Tall/Tar-Míriel (34) 68 Legolas/Original Male Character (33) 69 Aragorn & Boromir (33) 70 Elrond & Elros Tar-Minyatur (32) 71 Durin IV & Elrond (37) 72 Ecthelion of the Fountain/Glorfindel (32) 73 Legolas/Harry Potter (30) 74 Original Character/Original Character (29) 75 Haldir of Lothlórien/Reader (29) 76 Glorfindel/Legolas (27) 77 Boromir/Reader (27) (85) 78 Legolas/Tauriel (26) 79 Elrond/Erestor (26) 80 Boromir/Legolas (26) 81 Frodo/Rose Cotton/Sam(25) 82 Diamond Took/Pippin Took (23) 83 Thorin/Thranduil (23) (723) 84 Sherlock Holmes/John Watson (22) (48) lol 85 Thranduil/Original Character (21) 86 Boromir/Théodred (21) 87 Éomer Éadig/Legolas (21) 88 Merry Brandybuck/Éowyn (20) 89 Aragorn/Original Female Character (20) 90 James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers (19) 91 Éomer Éadig & Éowyn (25) 92 Elrond & Glorfindel (22) 93 Éomer Éadig/Original Female Character (20) 94 Sean Bean/Orlando Bloom (18) 95 Éowyn/Legolas (18) 96 Erestor & Glorfindel (18) 97 Sean Bean/Viggo Mortensen (17) 98 Frodo/Merry Brandybuck (17) 99 Fëanor | Curufinwë/Nerdanel (17) 100 Elladan/Glorfindel (17)

101 Éowyn/Tauriel (20) 102 Frodo/Boromir (17) 103 Isildur/Valandil (17) 104 Elrond/Glorfindel (16) 105 Aragorn/Elrond (15) 106 Legolas & Original Female Character (14) 107 Lindir/Reader (14) 108 Elrond/Original Female Character (14) 109 Arwen & Elrond (14) 110 Elladan/Legolas (13) 111 Arathorn II/Gilraen (16) 112 Aragorn/Haldir of Lothlórien (16) 113 Galadriel/Sauron (16) 114 Elrond & Ereinion Gil-galad (14) 115 Human/Orc (13) 116 Sauron/Original Female Character (13) 117 Aragorn & Gimli & Legolas (13) 118 Witch-King of Angmar/Reader (13) 119 Bungo/Belladonna Took (12) 120 Frodo/Original Female Character (12) 121 Elendil the Tall/Reader (17) 122 Fíli/Kíli (15) 123 Frodo/Legolas (14) 124 Fíli/Original Female Character (13) 125 Ratbag the Coward/Talion (Shadow of Mordor) (13) 126 Estella Bolger/Merry Brandybuck (12) 127 Elladan/Elrohir/Legolas (12) 128 Celebrimbor & Talion (Shadow of Mordor) (12) 129 Loki (Marvel)/Thranduil (12) 130 Imrahil/Legolas (12) 131 Orlando Bloom/Viggo Mortensen (15) 132 Tom Bombadil/Goldberry (12) 133 Halbarad/Maglor | Makalaurë (12) 134 Frodo/Merry Brandybuck/Pippin Took (11) 135 Goldberry/Lady of the Blue Brooch (11) 136 Celebrimbor/Narvi (11) 137 Sauron/Reader (11) 138 Beren Erchamion/Lúthien Tinúviel (10) 139 Erestor/Reader (10) 140 Aragorn/Arwen/Boromir (10)

#admin #data #good fun with bad numbers

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aerysa-targaryen · 2 years

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"𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝"

Request: I have an elendil x reader fic idea: so we know that elendil's wife drowned. So I want the reader to be the wife, in her drowning moments. Elendil tries to save her but he cannot, or he can.. it is up to you!

Type: really sad

Warning: character death

Numbers of words: 944

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Your day had begun well, you had left your children to the nannies, to go and enjoy a walk at sea with your husband, Elendil. That man you loved so much, that you loved more than anything! He had offered to take you on a boat ride, you loved being on the waves so much that you could only accept. You kissed your children, not knowing that it would be the last time you would see them. You got on the boat with a smile on your face. It’s been so long that you haven’t spent a day at sea! The beginning of the crossing went well, you stayed at the bow next to your husband who could not help kissing you several times, he was so happy to finally have you for him. You had two small children and, to be honest, you spent more time with them than with your husband. That’s why he liked having you on a boat with him. Because he knew you were with him, and only him.

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But, although this day is well underway, you didn’t yet know you were on your last journey before the sea took you away forever. But for now, everything was fine, everything was fine...until this event happened. A rather clumsy sailor made a sudden move, jostling you and Elendil. Your husband is eagerly going back to scold the one who pushed you, you were pregnant, he had to be careful! The man apologized several times, insisting that he had not done it on purpose. With one last grunt, your husband finally turned to you. However, you were not there. You had fallen into the water, the sea engulfing you, away from elendil’s eyes. He shouted that we had to stop the ship, that’s what they did, however, it took time... Too much time... Maybe if they’d been faster, you’d still be here.

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When you fell, and reached the water, the shock took your breath away, as if your lungs had suddenly forgotten how to inhale and exhale air. You tried to surface, trying to keep your head above water. You called Elendil’s name several times, wanting to get his help, so that he could come and rescue you. But the man could not hear you, he was too far away, little by little, your strength left you. You felt your arms tire, and you felt your breath weaken. It was at that moment that you knew you wouldn’t survive, but still, you continued to fight for your life. You weren’t gonna die, not today, you had kids. This is what you repeated to yourself, until your forces left, what could you do? You fought, little soldier.

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You struggled to stay on the surface but your dress was soaked with water, weighing you down, dragged you to the bottom and quickly, your head disappeared from the surface. You felt the water running down your throat, running down your lungs, you felt the burning of the seawater in your lungs. The water filled your lungs making you spit and at the same time swallow more water. You eventually lose consciousness, because of the lack of air. You knew you’d never see Elendil or Isildur again, you’d never feel the sun on your skin. Never again will you feel the sand under your feet. Never again will you hear your husband’s laughter.

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Your last thoughts were for your loved one, you spirit went to join the stars, finally in peace, you'll never know how Isildur and his sister will grow up. You'll never know what they will have to fight, who they will fall in love of, you'll know nothing about the lives of your children.

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The more time passed, the more hope Elendil lost, you were nowhere on the sea. They finally had to go back, however, the man was keeping hope, everything was not finished. You could still be alive, after all, if you had managed to reach the coast or if the sea had brought you back to the beaches of the island of Numenor, in truth, he knew that this hope had come, but he still clung to it, praying the worth that you were alive. After he got off the boat, he went to pick up your children at their nanny’s house, looking gloomy on his face, but he did his best to look after his children that evening so the following evenings, The more the days passed, the more he knew there was less and less chance that you were alive.

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One day, during a walk on the beach with her children, Elendil saw Isildur running towards a shape lying on the ground. He alone seemed to have recognized who it was, running towards your lifeless body. Elendil’s eyes widened when he recognized you, his wife, his ray of sunshine. He couldn’t stop himself, but he fell down on his knees on the sand, bringing your body together to hold it against him, he began to sob before the eyes of your children, who didn’t understand why their father cried like that, Elendil seemed for a moment to forget the presence of your children as he rocked your body against his, as he had done so much in the past. He finally got up after crying to you, he had to stay strong for those children, who he would now have to raise alone. He will raise them in your name, and he will tell them all about you so that they do not forget you.

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really small one-shot, even if it short, i hope you liked it ! take care ! Also, my request are open again 💕

#Elendil x reader #rings of power #elendil #isildur

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thegreatzombieartisan · 1 year

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Rings of Power + Tolkien Fusion Meta

Halbrand Stealing the Guild Coin and Selling-Out Galadriel Wasn’t Sketchy But Desperate Measures

Some say his conduct was antisocial and sleazy. I say he’s just a skilled migrant worker trying to find peace

The common narratives surrounding these two scenarios is interesting. Perhaps it speaks to my own morality and ethics but I don't find anything reproachable.

To be clear, he's opportunistic and walks close to "the line." Until then, he's just navigating Numenor like a foreigner in a foreign land. Without family, friends, allies, connections, a place to live, and broke AF. Spurred further from a dark past and (sincere but deeply misguided) failed penance.

His decisions are fueled by desperation at the intersection of limited resources and time.

Scenario #1: He steals some blowhard’s easily replaceable coin for a new life

Halbrand has 3 days to convince the Queen Regent to allow him to remain in Numenor. What’s not made clear in the show is that Númenor doesn’t exactly do immigration. Halbrand figured that if he procured a job - and not just any job but a respectable trade like blacksmithing - he’d significantly improve his chances.

To his credit, he tries the legit route but he has to join the guild. Surely it’ll take more than the 3 allotted days. Even so, his request is most likely to be rejected as he's a foreigner, “low man”, and perceived “Elf mate”. In desperation, Halbrand steals the guildman’s coin. It’s not like the guildsman will be prevented from working the next day. Plus that guy’s a dick. Fuck him.

Sure, the game will eventually be discovered. But he’ll cross that bridge later. His main priority is to remain in Numenor after Galadriel is deported because it’s less likely Miriel will expend another ship voyage to deport one nobody “low-man" back to Middle-Earth.

Likely Halbrand banked on his exquisite craftsmanship (plus good looks and charisma) to smooth over ruffled feathers. Imagine him presenting an Aulë-taught Maia-made sword before the Queen Regent and Elendil like BAMMM BOOOOOYYYY

Scenario #2: He didn’t sell Galadriel out - she got herself in trouble

Before he bargained her whereabouts with Ar-Pharazôn for guild membership, Halbrand had every reason to believe Galadriel’s fate was already sealed. Sooner or later, she’d be caught and deported back to Middle-Earth. Why not see if he could salvage the situation and further his own goals?

Galadriel is peeved with him but c'mon, at this point, they’re virtually strangers. Her expectation of loyalty is misplaced. Besides, Halbrand couldn’t bargain with her whereabouts if she hadn’t popped-off at the Queen Regent again before becoming a fugitive.

Sure, Galadriel does save Halbrand life aka his fair physical form from drowning. Eventually, she manages to secure restore Sauron the Southlands expedition which definitely helps out. But up to this point, he likely feels he's “owed” a balancing of scales:

Twice saved her from certain death at sea

Gave her info about orcs

Prevented them from being arrested or immediately deported after she insulted the Queen Regent at court

Bought them 3 days in Numenor

Returned Finrod’s dagger

Provided coaching on diplomacy skills

Facilitated her breakthrough - that she needed to speak to the king in the tower

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skylessnights · 2 years

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Love is the bane of honour, the death of duty by skylessnights

“Where have you taken me, Elendil?” she demanded, for she had grown tired of waiting, her patience drawing ever so thin.

Her guardsman’s hesitant breaths echoed in her ears, his throat dry as he cleared his throat. “I understand your impatience, Your Majesty, but all will be revealed in due course.”

A sharp sigh escaped through Míriel’s lips as she ripped her hands from his grasp, the hems of her dress trailing across the ground as she stepped backwards. She could not help but shake her head for she did not understand his vow of secrecy, his sudden discretion to keep things hidden from her. It was not as if he had given the same courtesy to the maiden from the stables, for they were huddled in each other’s confidence for as long as she could remember. Was he so won over by her elven tongue that he had lost all sense? Was his kindness simply an act of chivalry that he bestowed on every other woman in the realm? Was she not so special after all?

OR: A few days have passed since the marking of Míriel’s name day and Elendil still has not wished her happiness nor granted her with a gift. To her displeasure she believes he has forgotten, but when she is awakened early in the morning by her lady’s maid with a strange request to meet him at the stables, she cannot help but feel curious...

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lady-raidia · 1 year

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I'm so sorry that those who have rquested something have to wait! 😭 I swear that I'm on it and I haven't forgotten about you! Somehow I managed to ignore all my deadlines for university the last months, so I'm struggling a little bit with my time management!

But I promise you that I will post the requests within this month! Again, I'm so so sorry! And thank you so much for your patience! 😭💕

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rings-of-power-realm · 1 year

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Bonus:

#the rings of power #rop edit #isildur #galadriel #udun #gif request #elendil

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incorrectringsofpower · 9 months

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Isildur: Am I in trouble?

Elendil: Take a guess.

Isildur: No?

Elendil: Take another guess.

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catyo90 · 1 year

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Comfort: Elendil x F!Half Elf Reader

Warning: Some Background, Mainly Smut, Body self-consciousness, Elendilf becoming slightly wild. Elendil is super tall in canon, like 7ft..well if height matches the size. hoooboy

You were in your chambers in the bath clutching your legs to your body. You felt completely mortified at what had occurred. You were out in the market enjoying your day off from your duties in the library of Elros when you had run into Elendil, the most handsome man you had seen in all your days. When you ran into him he offered to keep you company and you gladly accepted. Throughout the whole day, you couldn't help but smile when he spoke to you of his children and his duties as a Sea Guard captain. Being with him was so different than being around others but you were always careful. There was a secret you never told anyone, not even him. You were half-elven. You mainly were able to hide the fact with your hair down with a shawl over you and luckily ageing was no different than being a Numenorian. But you were always self-conscious about what you were. Not many Numenorian were kind to elvish folk, and you always feared that Elendil would be one of them.

In the market area, you hadn't realized that some drunk men that were against elves had been following you both, you realized only too late when the sound of blades clashed. Elendil had managed to defend you but the blade had caught your cloth and hair cutting a piece on the side. Once the other sea guard arrived on the scene and apprehended the drunken fools Elendil had brought his attention to you seeing your ears revealing what you were. You looked right at him and saw the stares of others all around you and quickly you covered your ear before running past him back to your home. But you could hear him yelling your name trying to stop you but you couldn't face him.

Now late into the night, you were alone in your chambers wondering what would happen next. Would he look upon you were hatred or maybe you were wrong, perhaps you both would become closer? You tried your best to think about the better things possible now but your fear made you doubt.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door to your room, you sighed knowing that it had to be him. You stepped out of the bath and quickly put a long robe around your body, instinctively you went to cover your ears but you stopped yourself when you realized there was no point.

You gently gripped the handle of the door and opened it to see him in his all-blue outfit. And by all the Valar was he was so handsome. You said nothing as your voice simply couldn't think of what to say. Elendil sighed and spoke first.

"Might I come in...Clearly we need to talk."

"Please..." You said offering him to come inside.

He stepped inside and you closed the door clinging the long robe to your body. Your heart beat faster with every second that passed. You saw him looking at you and quickly you thought he was uncomfortable with you in such a state. You started to walk into your private chambers but his gentle hand lightly grabbed your hand causing you to stop in your tracks.

"Y/n...please look at me." He said as he stepped forward leaving some room between the both of you as you turned around but you couldn't bring your gaze to his. You were too nervous, but he soon had that disappear as he brought his lips to your forehead kissing your head lightly.

You saw Elendil smiling back at you warmly, and to your surprise, you feel his strong hands slide over your waist in a way that feels almost sensuous.

"Elendil. You can't possibly feel this way about me...What I am-"

He caused you to stop pulling you closer to him with ease, and you let out a quiet gasp.

"Y/n...I do not care what you are. All I care for is you, all of you."

He pauses, his hands loosening their grip on you, his smile fading somewhat and concern that he had overstepped or that you could not return his feelings emerging in his eyes.

“I’m sorry -” he began, but you cut him off, taking a step forward and hooking one arm under his shoulder. You slide your other hand up his chest, letting it rest on his pectorals.

“Gi Melin,” you sighed, leaning into him, feeling his embrace tighten around you making you welcome his touch.

“By the Valar...” he murmured, that warm and soft smile spreading back across his face as his hands hold your waist more firmly once again. “How can I be so blessed to know you love me?”

You rest your head against his shoulder gazing up at him as you moved a hand over his chest feeling him pulling you still closer to him so that your breasts are pressing into his broad chest. When he speaks again, his deep voice is murmuring in your ear, the heat of his breath fluttering against your skin.

“Let me show you the depth of my love tonight... Y/n. Would you let me?"

“Gladly,” you said, almost lost for breath. Elendil let out a quiet, low groan, one arm winding all the way around your waist now while the other reached to the tied back of your robe. With ease, his strong frame carries you close to him as he shifts both of you to fall back into the nearby sheets of the bed. He lays down with you resting atop his frame, chest to chest, one arm still wound around your waist. With the other hand, he pulls away at his shirt and moves beneath you. You reach one hand up into his thick brown locks, threading your fingers through his hair. He turns his attention back to you with another of those heart-achingly tender smiles. Gently, his fingers find their way into your hair, playing with the locks there. At the same time, the hand around your waist slides down, slow inch by inch, until it is resting on the outside of your hip. Still moving tortuously slowly, he slides his hand away from your hip, moving across your barely hidden rear.

Hand still in his hair, you pulled him in for a deep kiss. His lips are surprisingly soft and full. He’s yielding at first, moving his mouth gently against yours, the fine, trimmed hairs of his beard tickling your skin. Your head is buzzing and your whole body feels like every nerve is lit up. You’d always imagined a kiss with Elendil to be slightly rough, dominating - but this kiss, his soft lips, his hands in your hair, it’s romantic and sweet and just a little hungry, and it’s so much better than you could have ever hoped for.

“Oh, Elendil,” you breathe against his lips. He lets out a deep moan; you can feel the rumble of it in his chest. After a long moment, he licks at your lips, asking for entry. You grant it to him, and he starts slow, exploring your mouth. But it’s not long before he’s battling your tongue, then winning, and he ravages your mouth in deep, hungry, passionate kisses.

The hand on your rear gives it a light squeeze mid-kiss, and you feel a jolt of pleasure - of need - start in your core. You moan into his mouth, and he continues the hungry kiss for a long moment, pulling away slowly.

“Oh, Y/n,” he growls against your lips. “You have no idea how badly I want you. How badly I’ve wanted you.”

“How long?” You breathe against his lips. You let your hand leave his hair, reaching instead for his beard and toying with the stubble on his chin.

“Truthfully?” He asks, and you nod. He lets out a chuckle, as a wry smile spreads across his lips. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.”

“Really?” You ask, a little surprised - he had hidden it well, always professional towards you in the early days of being a scholar, and warm and kind towards you as your friendship blossomed.

“Of course,” he confirms, unabashed. Then, watching you carefully, the smile fading from his face, he adds, “And you?”

This time, it’s your turn to let a wry smile cross your lips, as you remember how handsome - how gorgeous, really - you’d thought the tall human before you was when you first met him.

“I’ve wanted you for a long time, too,” you admit. The smile he gives you this time is no longer wry - he seems relieved to hear you speak those words, perhaps even genuinely happy. He pulls you back into another hungry kiss; you meet his lips with yours enthusiastically, and as he again ravages your mouth, you grab at his biceps, almost as if to steady yourself. As you explore his body, Elendil squeezes your rear again, and yet again, you feel that primal jolt of pleasure. You let out a sound in response to his ministrations - a sound that is, to your ears, surprisingly needy and submissive.

This seems to trigger something in him as he grabs you and manoeuvres you off his broad chest, rolling so that his majestic frame now hovers above you, supported on his elbows and knees. You rest one hand on his broad shoulders, and let the hand that had been exploring his biceps move under his shirt to his chest. You run your fingers through the light hair that covers his pectorals, then grope at the muscles themselves, unable to keep from thinking how many times you dreamed of touching these muscles of his.

Tenderly, Elendil presses another gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth, then works his way down your jawline and to your neck. You move your head to grant him more access, loving the way his full lips and bristly beard feel against your skin.

“Y/n” he moans, lips ghosting over your collarbone. Slowly, he lowers his hips down to rest partially atop you, some of his frame shifts to the side to keep from hurting you with his weight. As his hips come to rest atop yours, you feel the hard length of his manhood pressing into you, he was a big man, both thick and long. He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, and asks, “Is this okay for you?”

“More than okay,” you answer, grinding your hips up into his cock. He drops his head down into the crook of your neck again with a groan.

“I’m going to finally make mine tonight,” he rumbles, his lips against your skin.

“Please,” you breathe, grabbing at his shoulders as he nips and sucks at your neck with renewed vigour. You slide your hand down from his pectorals, through his chest and light body hair, to the ridges of his abdominal muscles, not yet daring to go too low - you want to enjoy feeling his body for a little longer first. You do, however, grind upwards into his manhood again, and feel him stiffen further against you. He grinds back down into you in response this time, and you moan to encourage him.

“And you want me to take you, don’t you, Y/n?” He growls, continuing to grind into you. “You want your captain to have his way with you.”

“I do,” you agree, sliding your hands just a little lower on his stomach.

"Then let’s get these clothes out of the way,” he suggests, grabbing the inside of your silk robe and starting to slide it to the side. You help him get yourself out of the garment, and while your hands make short work of your breast bindings underneath, Elendil pulls his thick shirt off his frame. “By the Valar,” he groans when he sees your breasts laid bare before him, though you could say the same about his sculpted torso. He wastes no time, though, lowering his head to one breast, his tongue swirling around your nipple while one hand gropes and kneads at your other breast. You arch into his touch, desperate for more, but he pins you back down on the ground firmly. The hand that isn’t busy with your breast quickly gathers both your wrists up, pinning them above your head in a firm grip.

“Oh, Elendil,” you moan, trying in vain to squirm against him for more pleasure.

“Do you enjoy this Y/n?” He asks, before doubling down on his assault on your nipple, flicking back and forth over it fast with his tongue.

“I do,” you agree as a small blush crosses over your cheeks.

“Good,” he murmurs, then pauses his ministrations to look up at you. “Because I’m going to fulfill your every desire tonight, lass. And when I’m done, you’ll know that no man can ever take care of you, as both your protector and lover, the way I can.” He moves to your other breast, first swirling it with his tongue, then flicking at it quickly.

“Elendil,” you moan, halfheartedly wishing your hands were free so you could move his head down south a little- so he could put that tongue to use somewhere else. The want to touch him so making you almost lose control.

“Promise me something,” he rumbles, this time without looking up at you.

“Anything,” you agree, all reservations gone. You’d give him just about anything right now.

“Promise me you’ll moan my name like that when you’re begging for my cock,” he growls, pulling away from your nipple with a sharp scrape of his teeth.

Well. For someone who usually didn’t say anything that didn’t need to be said, he could certainly be a dirty talker in bed, you think to yourself.

His hand at your wrist releases you, and he moves to your waistband, pulling the linen undergarments down. You lift your hips obligingly, and soon, you lay completely bare before him.

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, letting his hands trail down your waist, over your hips, and over the tops of your thighs. The look he gives you is another of those heartbreakingly tender looks, and it occurs to you that Elendil really truly loves you.

The thought is gone a moment later as Elendil maneuvers his own linen pants off himself, allowing his manhood to spring free. His cock bobs before you for a moment before flattening up against his belly.

“You’re huge,” you say almost shocked, and it’s true - he’s so thick, you wonder if your hand would even be able to close around his base. Looking at him, the size difference between you, a half-elf, and Elendil, the largest Numenorian you’ve ever met, become more apparent than ever, and you wonder for a moment if he can even fit in you.

“Don’t worry,” he murmurs, reading the concern you struggle to conceal in your expression, leaning back over you. His thumb brushes your cheek gently slightly brushing against your ear.

“I’ll make sure you’re ready for me. I promise I won’t hurt you. And if it does hurt, we’ll stop. No question”

You reach up for Elendil, your hand caressing his cheek in return. You have no doubt that he means what he says. Staring up at him, the man who has given you his unyielding friendship, you know you can trust him with everything and anything - including this.

“Okay,” you agree, and Elendil smiles, pulling you in for another deep kiss. You reach up to his enormous body above you, feeling the cords of muscle rippling over his chest, once again running your hands through the soft brown bits of hair that cover his chest.

“You’re gorgeous, you know,” you manage to tell him between open-mouthed kisses. He smiles against your lips.

“Oh. Thank you,” he mumbles, and you’re certain he almost sounds embarrassed, but still pleased. A moment later, his larger hand reaches for yours, and gently guides you just a little lower down his belly, until you are brushing against the tip of his manhood. He lets out a quiet hiss at the contact, and though he lets go of your hand, you know what it is he wants. You oblige, grabbing him at the base of his length - as you had suspected, your fingers don’t meet around him at his thickest part - and give a long pump up his shaft. When you slide back down his shaft, you take a moment to reach down to caress his balls, which are heavy and large in your palm.

You quickly return to pumping Elendil up and down, and when you look away from his manhood, you see his eyes, heavily lidded, watching you carefully. His hands are kneading your thighs, working further up them, until one hand reaches your core. He gently parts your folds, finding your clit and swirling his thumb around it. You moan and squirm under him, and he takes his other hand and pins you down at your hip, holding you in place. Continuing with the quick circles, he delves in between your folds with his fingers.

“My Y/n,” he groans, “you’re so wet for me.”

“Of course,” you answer, your voice husky. “I want you so badly, Elendil.”

“You’re going to have me,” he replies, slowly pressing one finger into you. Even his fingers are thick and long, and he takes a long moment, letting you adjust to the digit within you. Rather than begin to pump it in or out, however, he plays with the angle of it for a long moment, pressing it against your front wall. It’s not long before he finds what he wants, and gently begins crooking his finger against the spot. Within moments, you’re seeing stars, the pleasure within you absolutely explosive.

“Oh, by the Valar, Elendil,” you gasp, feeling the pressure against your hip intensify as the captain has to work harder to hold you in place. “I - oh, Elendil, that feels amazing.”

You get no response besides a low growl as he presses another finger into you, joining the first in its motion as his thumb keeps working away at your clit. The second finger begins to stretch you, and you try to grind into the feeling of fullness, forgetting about pumping his manhood for the moment. It’s not long before a third finger joins the first two; the sensation is almost painful, but you quickly adapt to it, spreading your legs just a bit more.

The pleasure is relentless, and you drop Elendil's manhood entirely to grasp at the pillow behind you with one hand and grasp at his shoulders with the other. He watches you, seeing your pleasure build, and when you reach for the hand of his that rests on your hip, he obliges, taking your hand and holding it with a firm but gentle touch. You hold to him tightly in return, grateful for the gentle point of connection between the two of you. Truthfully, you never thought you’d ever have sex good enough to make you cum like this, and you feel increasingly vulnerable before him, as he continues to stoke your pleasure relentlessly.

A stream of curses and cries of Elendil's name is falling from your lips, and the coil of pleasure is building ever more tightly within you. Finally, your orgasm breaks over you, slamming you in wave after wave of throbbing pleasure, and you tremble under his hands, crying his name one more time. He continues stroking you through it, eventually stilling his fingers within you, and slowly, the waves subside. In the end, you are left looking at your captain, who is watching you like you’re the most gorgeous creature in Middle-Earth.

“Fuck,” you breathe.

“Oh, Y/n” he groans, pulling his fingers out of you and smearing the fluids on them across his cock.

“You’re so perfect.”

He leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, the feeling of his beard scratching against your lips and his chest hair against your breasts electrifying. You pull him into you hungrily, and you feel him smirk against your lips.

“Do you want more of me, lass?”

“Please,” you manage, feeling Elendil lower himself so that his hips rest between your legs.

“I love the sound of you begging for me,” he growls, moving so that the tip of his manhood presses against your slick folds. “Begging for your captain, your protector.”

“Please, Elendil. Please take me,” you repeat, sliding one hand down his broad back to grasp at his firm ass and try to push him towards you. He obliges, one of his hands lowering to his manhood to guide himself as he presses into you. His tip slides in more easily than you would have expected, and he continues pressing into you, stretching you, with a low groan. He's still halfway in, waiting for you to accommodate him, but you’re already so wet, so desperate for him, that you want more. You move against him, trying to take him in further, and he chuckles, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Ready for me, are you?” He sounds pleased as he eases himself the rest of the way in. You feel, for a moment, like he could split you in two, he’s so large. But then he starts moving in small, gentle thrusts, and the way he presses against all your walls, fills you and stretches you, is unrivalled. Slowly, he works up to larger thrusts, pulling back to watch you carefully for any signs of pain, but you’re already seeing stars, sensitive and excited from your last orgasm. “Are you alright?” He grunts.

“Yes,” you gasp. “Take me how you want. However hard you want.”

Elendil wastes no time in obeying your order, his hips slamming into you suddenly. He sets a grueling rhythm, ravaging you with such force and power it’s all you can do to hold onto his shoulders through it. You wrap your legs around his muscular waist, offering him the opportunity to plough more deeply into you, and he takes it, never once breaking his rhythm.

A breathy moan comes out of you, followed by Elendil's name. He lets out a loud groan of your name in response. You feel his arms wrap around you even tighter to bring you closer to him. You feel even more pleasure coil within you at this, at your submission to this man fucking you without mercy.

Elendil doesn’t change positions - he doesn’t need to. It’s not long before you’re coming undone on his cock, screaming his name to the heavens and clenching his manhood between your walls so tightly you feel that your orgasm may never end. He holds his pace through the waves of pleasure, but as you begin to wind down, you feel his movements becoming erratic, his hips stuttering in a desperate bid for more pleasure.

“Oh, love,” he gasps. “I’m close - I -”

Elendil comes with a wordless moan, his cock shooting cum deep into you as he loses his pace entirely. Even as he rides through his orgasm, you feel the hot strands of his cum leaking down the insides of your thighs, threatening to spill onto the bed beneath you. Finally, he has spent himself, and he collapses above you, only having kept some of his weight up with his elbows, his face again buried in the crook of your neck.

You reach up from his shoulders to stroke his thick brown hair soothingly as he slowly raises his head from your shoulder to look at you, you see again that tenderness and adoration in his face, and you suspect that he really had meant to call you his love.

“Are you okay?” He asks, shifting off you and onto one shoulder, pulling you with him so you’re tucked against his body.

“More than okay,” you answer earnestly. “That was amazing.” Elendil chuckles in response.

“I’m glad it was as good for you as it was for me. Let me get you cleaned up.” He disappears from the bed for a moment, moving to the washroom. You can’t help but watch his form as he moves - from his impossibly broad shoulders to his narrow hips and powerful thighs, you’re amazed by how gorgeous he really is. When he returns, it��s with a small piece of cloth, and he cleans you gently until you have no more of his hot cum leaking from within you. He wipes himself clean quickly, too, then throws the cloth to the side. You’re grateful when he returns to the bed, which was feeling more chilly without him.

He brought his lips to yours falling to the side enveloping you in his embrace as he smiled into the kiss. Pulling away only to place his head onto of yours as he breathed lightly.

“where does this leave us.” he asked rubbing your back so easy you almost were unable to answer.

“Elendil, if you would have me as yours...that’s all i could ask for. But what I am.”

You said lightly touching your ears moving only a little bit from him still wondering if he would truly be alright being in the bed of a half elf.

He frowned and shifted his body so he could look over you. He placed a gentle kiss to your forehead before moving your hand away from your ears before wrapping his other arm around your frame holding you closer.

“Ge Melin, Y/n, Just as you are.”

You turned in his grasp and placed a kiss on his neck.

“Ge Melin, Elendil.”

“I don’t know what I would do without you,” Elendil murmurs, his voice a deep rumble in his chest, reverberating throughout your body. His strong arms tighten around you, gently, protectively, and you feel the soft brush of his lips against your forehead.

“Nor I without you,” you murmur back, tipping your head up and managing to reach his lips to return the kiss. He kisses you back for a moment, then hums contentedly, deep in his throat, and tucks you back down under his chin.

“The Valar have blessed me,” He sighs.

You wrap your arms around his chest, feeling the slow, soothing beating of his heart in his chest, and though you have a thousand – a million – questions for him, you don’t know how to ask any of them. Maybe they shouldn’t be asked, just yet.

“I’m blessed, too,” you whisper to him, and you know he hears you by the way he holds you just a little tighter. And not long after, the comfort of each other’s arms and the sounds of the ocean and the heat of the fireplace conspire to overtake you both and send you both to sleep.

*Ge Melin- I Love you*

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