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robsth0r · 1 year

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Ears Of The Elven (Legolas x Human!Afab!Reader)

A/N: So I had this idea... and I needed to write it out so here it is! I love the sensitive elf ear trope so I of course had to write one too. For the “Afab Reader” that is because there is no mention of gender other than the reader being born female so if you’re transmasc that would work too. Anyways hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Smut/Lemon (18+), Sex.

Word Count: 1089

Extra: There is some sindarin in this chapter so this is the translation of it; Meleth: Love. Meleth Nin: My Love

Legolas was laying in his bed peacefully slipping away into his dreamland. That was till his eyes snapped open as he felt a finger delicately run over the shell of his ear. A rush of pleasure went through his body and he let a shaky breath out.

"Aragorn wasn't joking." I said, in awe. Legolas and I had been dating for around a year or so and being in this position with me currently holding the most sensitive part of the elves body was something Legolas definitely hadn’t thought would happen. I was sitting next to him keeping a firm yet light grip on his ear.

"Quite sensitive?" I leaned down to whisper into his ear, my warm breath sending sparks up and down his spine causing him to shudder. Legolas raised his eyes to glare at me, his sharp gaze looking directly into my soul. My grin grew wider.

"Let… GO." He growled, trying hard to ignore the feather light finger strokes on his ear and how they were affecting him.

"Hmmm… No." I grinned again, reaching across his head to stroke his left ear. The result left Legolas squirming and breathless. The sight of the extremely horny elf next to me was enough for my heart to skip a couple beats. I wondered how it was to have such sensitive ears.

I continued teasing Legolas's ear lobe before leaning down to press gentle kisses all around his earlobe. Every time my lips touched Legolas's sensitive skin it tingled from head to toe, making goosebumps spread across his arms and legs. His heart rate increased dramatically as I moved lower down his body, kissing him along every inch of the way. When I reached the base of his neck Legolas arched into my touch, letting out a moan. I smiled against his throat and slowly began trailing kisses back up his jawline.

When I got there Legolas opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by another groan coming all the way from the back of his throat. I smirked against the side of his face before licking all the way up his long pointy ear, enjoying his gasps and moans.

"Y/n…" Legolas begged, his voice deeper than normally, taking shallow breaths from the pleasure. I hear the warning in his voice but that doesn't stop me. I swing my leg over his chest, securing him under me.

"Gotta say please, Lassy." I chuckled softly and ran my left hand down the side of his torso still keeping my other hand occupied at his ear. I knew the elves didn't like losing control over themselves as it is what elves pride themselves on.

I grinned darkly as my finger reached the tip of Legolas's ear, pinching it lightly earning myself a groan from Legolas. He felt his control snap... thread... by... thread. I hadn't made him lose control even once while we had been together. But if the stories Aragorn had told me about Arwen were anything to go by it could be an interesting night.

I took my hand off of his ear and trailed it down his chest, teasing his waistband. With a flick of my wrist my fingers unfastened it and pulled it over Legolas's hips before slipping his pants down. My hands found his shaft making him twitch. I lowered my head and licked along his length groaning against it and that was enough to make him explode right then and there.

He flung himself up and secured both my hands in a firm grip above my head, him leaning over me.

"If you do that one more time I'm gonna-" He was cut off by a loud moan escaping my throat as I arched my back letting the night shirt I had on fall exposing my breasts. His eyes darkened as his pupils dilated and he lustfully looked down at me.

Before I could react, he thrusted his cock into my warm core repeatedly, kissing and nippling the skin of my breasts. The pleasure was almost overwhelming but just barely, so I grabbed onto Legolas's shoulder to steady myself as I arched my back even more in pleasure. He grunted as he fucked me hard but with pure desire, my pussy fluttering around him.

He reached his hand down and circled my clit, letting small bits of pleasure seep through me. Legolas now kissed my neck, his tongue licking out over my pulse. Legolas’ fingers worked wonders over my clit as he throbbed within me. Legolas took a glance at me and he could see the pleasure trickling into my eyes as he rocked his cock into me.

“Legolas!” I moaned, my head falling back onto the bed. My cunt tightened and wetness flooded around Legolas’ cock.

“Legolas, oh, right there,” I moaned as he fucked into me a bit faster. His thrusts were rough and hard, his nails biting into my thighs gently as he grabbed my legs, spreading me wider so he could get deeper.

Legolas was bringing me so much pleasure that I couldn’t think of any words other than his name. I babbled it, along with a few expletives, about how much I wanted his cock, how I needed him, and eventually, how badly I needed to cum.

Legolas wasn’t far behind me. He wanted to sink himself so deeply into my body that he could never find the way out. Legolas released one of my thighs and pinched my clit. He rubbed it furiously, daring me to cum. His eyes were wild as he stared down at me, beautiful, throaty groans escaping his body.

“Cum for me, gorgeous. Show your prince how good you feel. Cum all over my cock, meleth.” Legolas grunted. He tapped my clit quickly, and with a shout of his name, I came all over him. My body writhed with pleasure as whiteness blinded me. His name fell from my lips, and as he heard me cry out for him, Legolas came inside of me. He filled me with his cum, pumping himself slowly inside of me.

I couldn't get enough of Legolas. I never wanted to leave him.

We both collapsed next to each other, panting heavily as our breathing calmed.

"I love you," Legolas groaned, rolling us around to make himself comfortable spooning me, "Please never leave me." The plea was laced with love and longing and I turned around in his arms. I kissed his forehead gently.

"Of course, meleth nin." I whispered, stroking his hair. "I'm never leaving you."

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elithilanor · 11 months

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Any thoughts on how Haldir would deal with a sick/injured partner who was downplaying their symptoms so as not to trouble anyone?

Super helpful, super kind, suuuuuper worried.

I hc him as a mother-hen and a worrier. When he's out on patrol, it's more contained and static, but he's always checking in on his elves and making sure they're doing well and does his best to keep track of them at all times. Not just because he needs to as their leader, but because he genuinely cares and worries for them.

But as Rúmil and Orophin can attest to, he's liable to take it too far, a la "don't get out of bed at all", carrying you around for a minor foot injury, feeding you more than you actually need, not allowing you to even read, etc. (He knows this and tries to work on it, but, he really is such a mother hen).

In the event his partner (or any of his charges) were downplaying their injuries, it would actually make him quite upset. He understands that sometimes you are unable to deal with an injury immediately, but to try and hide just because you might be worried about bothering someone really ticks him off. Not at you, of course, but certainly at whoever put that notion in your head in the first place. Expect lots of being cradled in his arms and soft words reminding you how much you are loved and how caring for you is not an imposition and never would - or could - be. Every moment with you is a joy and while he doesn't like seeing you in pain, he would rather try and assist you in feeling better than let you on your own.

It also makes him concerned that perhaps you didn't trust him with the injury so you can expect a checking-in how you're feeling in your relationship with him.

If the cause was himself, due to his over-worrying, while he will work on it (as he continues to do so), he's quick to remind you that he worries because he cares for you so much. He also impresses upon you that he would rather you get assistance, even if it means not telling him first. Your care is first and foremost and especially when he's out on patrol, that may not include him as the first point of contact. (This worries him of course, but he would rather trust that you are taking care of yourself first, then let him know once immediate needs are seen to.)

Ugh, can you tell I love this elf? I just love them sm.

Haldir tag-list (let me know if you want to be added/removed): @glassgulls @sotwk @starlady66

#Haldir #haldir of lothlorien #lothlorien elves #elithilanor #tolkien elvish hcs #haldir x reader #hurt/comfort #is favorite trope of mine

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snazzynacho · 7 months

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Snapdragon & Co. Masterlist

The Hobbit fan fiction/Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!fairy!elf!OC

My (mainly lotr/hobbit) account is @whorin-oakenshield yet I’m posting this on here bc this is where I’ve already posted my fan fics to lol

Read on ao3 here

Read on wattpad here

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Long Lost/Secret Relatives, Dragon Sickness, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Found family, Mage, Magic, Psychic abilities, Just kiss you idiots, Fae, Fairies, Fae magic, Thorin got that Royal Rizz™, Fili and Kili are sillies, Multiple Endings.

Synopsis: A lonely half-elf-half-fairy and her long-lost sister, whose speciality is magic, join forces with Thorin Oakenshield and Company. To them they are doing a noble thing but little do they know what darkness lies ahead. And what of their past they have to face.

Or, in which,

She had a heart of gold and he was addicted.

chapters under the cut:

Chapters:

More coming soon!

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tiredeyesight · 1 year

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hi i have a request for legolas

so they are like best friends in love but everyone can see it but them so when legolas takes reader on a tour of his kingdom they go night swimming, star gazing and then they like confess their love:)

tour confessions

description : legolas takes you on a tour around his kingdom, leading to love confessions whilst star gazing

word count : 500

a/n : this is a literal dream date honestly. anyways the elvish may be off but it translates too ‘i love you’. the translator i used was so sketchy so idk🤷. anyways i hope you enjoy anon, this was my first request and it was so fun💓

‘y/n/n, time to go’, you heard the voice on the opposite side of the door followed by a rhythmic knock. ‘coming, coming’ you responded whilst gathering the last of your things. a breathy ‘hi’ was spoken to you as legolas smiled sweetly at you. ‘hi, you ready?’ you spoke back. a simple nod and you were on your way.

greenery surrounds you as you enter the centre forest causing a soft smile on both of your faces as you gaze upon the scenery. a small river lay along the ground full of life, everything was so mystical. ‘wanna go for a swim?’ legolas asked staring at the the glimmering water. ‘yessss’ you spoke with a chuckle. legolas ran to the water diving in, soon you followed.

the water was so calm and perfectly refreshing. fish began swimming around you, eyes wide wondering what you were. whilst you giggled and softly played with the fish legolas was watching the sight before him, hidden love taking over his radiant blue eyes. you soon swam over to legolas smiling brightly at him, ‘your home is so beautiful’ bringing a grin to his face, soon followed by a splash from your hands. faux shock took over his expression as he pretended to be wounded by the water. giggles bubbled up in your throat at his playfulness. however as you were laughing at his actions, he responded back with another splash to your face.

everything alive in the woods watching would have seen the sight of two grown elves splashing each other like little kids with gleeful laughs. the fish fled from the commotion and after a good few minutes the two of you stopped to have a breath. ‘c’mon there’s still heaps to show you’ legolas told you whilst getting out of the river.

the two of you wandered around until legolas came to a holt in a free long grass range. it was like the trees created a border around it. the pair of you laid down on the soft grass looking up at the glimmering stars that shined brighter than ever. ‘i’ve always found the stars fascinating’ you confessed. legolas looked across towards you, joy and love stirring inside of him watching you gaze upon the stars like they were most precious thing in all galaxies. ‘i’ve always found you fascinating’ he softly spoke.

a red colour rose to your cheeks due to his words. ‘i’ve loved spending every moment with you, it fills me to the brim with warmth. every time i look into your eyes there’s hope and a bright future’ legolas admitted. your eyes fixed upon him as he began to speak further, ‘you’re the most kindest, intelligent, loyal and incredible fighter i’ve ever known. im mel cin’.

shock ran through your veins, he loved you back? thoughts upon thoughts racked through your brain searching for answers yet there was no conclusion other than your love for him too. ‘im mel cin’ you responded back with a joyful smile.

#legolas x reader #lord of the rings #fluff #jrr tolkien #elvish #legolas

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frodo-cinnamonroll · 11 months

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Deeper than Fate (Part 2)

Prompt/request: **read part 1 first** As requested by @almost-gabrielle: Frodo wakes up the next night (after part 1) and feels pain while his wound is closing. It hurts him too much so that Y/N goes to get Lord Elrond so he can ease the pain in his shoulder. Frodo asks Y/N to stay with him until morning comes again.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: wounds/injuries, some trauma and fluff

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“Could it be?”

I felt a gentle touch on my cheek, light but warm. Opening my eyes, I saw Frodo, the little halfling I had aided, looking down on me. My head rested on his bedside and I sat in the wooden chair I last remembered being in. I had fallen asleep.

Frodo pulled his hand back as soon as I opened my eyes, wonder in his eyes but also something close to pain.

“You’re awake,” I said, sitting up. “How do you feel?”

Frodo stuttered for a moment. “You are the one in my dream.”

“Dream?”

“What happened?”

I sighed. “You were attacked by one of the Nine, their leader. The blade almost killed you. Had it not been for Elrond you would not have survived.”

“Elrond? Like the Elf from Bilbo’s tales?”

“Yes.”

“You know Bilbo?”

“Of course,” I said with a smile. “He talks of you a lot. I’ve stayed here in Rivendell for the past two or three months and I knew him quite well before then. I am fond of halflings.”

“But . . . how?” Frodo said. “You were in the dream. After . . . after I was stabbed everything seemed hazy and I couldn’t tell whether I was awake or asleep or worse. But you were there, shining as you are now, in the moonlight. Who are you? An elf?”

“Half-elf,” I said. “I’m Aragorn’s sister. I am adopted, mind you, but we are siblings nonetheless.”

“Aragorn?”

“Ah, right. He goes by many names. I believe you call him Strider.”

“Strider! Is he here?”

“I do not know.”

“What is your name?”

“You are full of questions,” I said with a small laugh. “And rightly so considering all that has happened. My name is Y/N.”

“Y/N,” Frodo repeated. “I like that.”

I smiled again, looking at the halfling in admiration.

Frodo shifted and winced, his hand going up to his shoulder.

“How does it feel?” I asked.

“Like fire on the inside,” Frodo said, taking a breath.

A shadow suddenly passed over the open balcony, an owl swooping low and landing on a tree nearby. Frodo flinched and his eyes widened.

“You have nothing to fear here, Frodo,” I said. “You are safe in Rivendell.”

Frodo said nothing and seemed to be shaking. He seemed dazed with a sudden surge of pain. He let his head fall back on his pillow with uneven breaths.

“Frodo?” I said, looking at his face.

“It hurts,” Frodo said in a strained voice. He moaned softly and tears ran down his cheeks.

I placed my hand on his forehead. He seemed warmer than normal.

“Will you let me look at it?” I said.

Frodo managed a nod.

I pulled back his shirt and reached for the bandage. “This might hurt a little,” I said. As gently as I possibly could, I pulled off the bandage but some of it stuck to the raw wound itself and Frodo let out a cry.

“I’m so sorry!” I said, leaving the rest of the bandage. I didn’t have the heart to finish. I stood. “I am going to find Master Elrond. I will be back soon.”

Quickly, I dashed out of the room and found Elrond’s. He was sitting in his library, pouring over a book and some maps.

“Master Elrond!” I said, bowing.

He looked up and smiled. “Y/N, what is it?”

“It’s the halfling. He is awake but in much pain.”

Elrond face became more solemn and he stood with a nod and followed me back to the room. Frodo lay there as he was before. It was now that I noticed the Ring on the chain around his neck. I paid it no heed after that, however. Elrond bent over Frodo and put his hand on his head as I had. Frodo watched him with wide eyes. Elrond gently continued pulling the bandage off. Frodo let out another cry followed by more tears and he reached for Elronds arm with his right one. His left one was still limp. I sat on the bed and grasped his hand in mine.

“It’s going to be alright,” I said. “Elrond is helping you. There is only a little left.”

Frodo whimpered, still stricken by the pain that wasn’t easing. “Please” was all he could manage to say.

I picked him up in my arms and held his head to my chest.

“Shh,” I said, rocking a little. “It will be alright.”

Elrond finished pulling the bandage off and brought some of the oils he had used earlier. He gently applied them, Frodo still grimaced and flinched, but he didn’t fight. As Elrond finished, he whispered an elvish blessing over Frodo and the halfling relaxed. Finally, it was done and Elrond applied another bandage.

“You will be alright Master Baggins,” he said. “Your wound is healing quicker than I had thought. The poison is still leaving the wound. That is what is causing you all this pain. But it should be closed and healed by tomorrow. This is the last bandage you will need.”

“Thank you,” Frodo whispered. I could tell he was fighting the exhaustion. “You are welcome,” Elrond said with a small bow. “Get some rest for tomorrow.” He nodded once in respect and left the room.

I looked at Frodo who sat up, leaning against me. His eyelids were getting heavy.

“I should probably leave now.” I said quietly.

Frodo stirred. “No, please stay,” he said.

“I won’t be a bother to you. You need rest.”

“I will rest better if you are here,” Frodo said. “I know I have only just met you but I am fond of you already.”

I shook my head with a smile. “I am fond of you too. Alright, then. But you must rest. No more talking.”

Frodo nodded, laying his head on my chest. Almost instantly his eyes were closed and he relaxed fully, a small smile on his face. I caressed his curly hair, kissing his head gently.

“Gandalf was right,” I whispered, smiling to myself. “I shouldn’t be surprised.”

And there I sat until morning came, with someone who was brought to me by something deeper than Fate.

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crownedghostprince · 10 months

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Elrond’s Adopted Daughter Reader pt1

Lord Elrond and Adopted!Female!Reader.

Fandom: The Hobbit

(Y/N) was adopted by Lord Elrond at 7 years of age being an immortal human child, (human, but she has immortality exactly like an elf). Here’s some of her adventures with her family!

Requests: Closed. Requested: no.

Warning(s): None.

Note: This is actually to help me learn different Elvish words and how to correctly use them, but I made it into an entertaining, cute fanfiction. <3

Word Count: 1,132

[Third Person Perspective]

(Found on pinterest with no source, sorry)

It was another peaceful day. The waterfalls glistened in the bright, warm sunlight as butterflies fluttered nearby, hovering over beautiful pink and orange flowers that bloomed down the cliff. Rivendell was a beautiful place to live and (Y/N) loved every aspect of it. Being young she was in awe of everything that existed and moved. She would ask her ada ((father)) what each thing was and what it could do and he would patiently answer all of her questions.

He would teach her a little about the stars, very basic medicine, food and cooking, sewing and music - literally anything she was curious about. She loved hearing the elvish words for everything as well. She struggled to pronounce words, but Lord Elrond promised that would come with time and practice and that she was doing very well in her classes. This pleased her and she’d skip along happily, continuing on with her day.

“ Mithrandir! Mae g’ovannen.” ((Well met.)) Elrond greeted Gandalf nearby where (Y/N) was playing with some butterflies and cats.

“Lord Elrond! Mae g’ovannen, mellon nin!” ((Well met, my friend)) Gandalf returned his greeting, placing a hand over his heart - the friendliest greeting in elvish. He dismounted his horse, patting it briefly before approaching his friend. Elrond embraced Gandalf in a quick hug with a big smile on his face.

“I trust your journey was safe.” Elrond conversed as he and Gandalf walked up the stairs, leaving Lindir to watch (Y/N) as usual. Lindir didn’t mind, he didn’t have worry about finding something to talk about to be polite when he was tired enough already.

“Lindir! Look! The butterfly landed on the iaul nose!” ((cat)) (Y/N) suddenly called from where she was playing, pointing to the scene she just described. Lindir couldn’t help but smile at the childish joy over such small things.

“Elo!” ((Wow!)) Lindir walked over to examine closely, “How wonderful! Although, the cat doesn’t look too impressed.” He noted. (Y/N) grinned up at him from the patch of flowers she was in.

“He’s so silly! I love him!” She giggles, swishing a stick on the ground for the kitty to chase and swat at. Lindir loved children’s lalaith ((laughter)) it brought him joy and comfort. A reminder that not everything is corrupted by the evil’s of the world.

♡ ~~~~~~ ♡

Later that night, (Y/N) sat at the dinner table with her ada, munching on her chips and he and Gandalf conversed about Gandalf’s adventures and worries. Gandalf was concerned about ‘The Lonely Mountain’ but (Y/N) wasn’t listening and was instead focused on the pretty music Heledir was playing on his lyre. She really wanted to learn how to play the harps or lyres that the elves would use, but her ada said she was still a bit too young and rough and that she might just break them.

He promised to teach her when she was a bit older, so she was pretty content to wait until then and to just continue learning the flute. (Y/N) was so wrapped up in her thoughts she didn’t realize she finished her food already and could now play with her older brothers, Elrohir and Elladan. She turned to her father and waited patiently for him to finish talking with Gandalf.

“Ada?” She asked, tugging at his robes for his attention as he sipped his wine. He turned to her and smiled gently.

“Yes, winimo?” ((Little one)).

“I’ve finished my food, may I go play with ‘Ro and ‘Dan, now?” She questioned with a tilt of her head.

“Yes, you may. Well done, iellig.” ((my daughter)) He answered with a chuckle. Her eyes lit up with excitement and she quickly gave Elrond a hug with a quick:

“Thank-you!” Before she hopped down from her seat and darted off to find her brothers. They were teaching her a little bit of archery and she absolutely loved it. She was certain it was the best thing in the world to ever exist! Although she would sometimes miss her target and the arrow would hit the stone wall nearby, bouncing off and disappearing into the oblivion - forcing the siblings to look for it together. As the siblings took a break from their archery session, still early evening, (Y/N) decided to ask them a question. “When I’m older, can I be a maethor ((warrior)) like you two?”

“When you’re much, much older we’ll welcome your company and skills!” Elrohir grinned, ruffling her hair.

“You’ll make a great maethor one day, (Y/N)!” Elladan agreed. (Y/N)’s eyes lit up with excitement once more as she jumped up and swung an invisible sword around the air.

“That’s right! I won’t let the bad guys hurt my family!” She promised, pretending to fight invisible orcs as her brothers cheered her on.

“That’s the spirit!”

♡ ~~~~~~ ♡

Soon enough, the day had fully melted into night and the moon was high in the sky, shining like a crystal in a cave. (Y/N) knew it was time for bed, even though she didn’t really want to sleep. She had so much fun she wasn’t keen on wasting time sleeping. Elrond made sure she was tucked into bed, however, and even read her an interesting story about elves and their travels.

She was so invested in the story she didn’t realize she was yawning and dozing off - picturing in her mind, adventures with the elves. Elrond chuckled and quietly closed the book after finishing another chapter, setting it down on her bedside table.

“Nooo, I don’t want to sleep yet.” She tiredly yawned, rubbing her eyes a bit.

“It’s alright, winimo, I’ll remain beside you a while longer. You’re safe and not missing out on anything. When you awaken, you’ll find the world ready for you once more.” He promised as he brushed her fringe out of her face so it wouldn’t irritate her as she slept. She sighed softly.

“Okay, ada...gi melin.” ((I love you)) She muttered, already fast asleep.

“Ollo vae, winimo.” ((sweet dreams)) He whispered. He kissed her forehead and remained by her side for a little while before noting she was alright. He then quietly walked to his favourite spot to study the stars where Gandalf was already waiting. Why Gandalf was suddenly so interested in the stars was beyond him, but Elrond could never say ‘no’ to sharing such an interesting subject with a good friend.

The stars were Elrond’s favourite thing to gaze upon and study. He knew almost all the moons and their phases, the stars and constellations and their names, how to identify shooting stars and other astrological anomalies. He was happy Mithrandir came to him with questions. He happily answered and explained everything he could until Gandalf retired for the night.

#lord elrond #middle earth #tolkien #adopted reader #reader insert #fanfiction #the hobbit #child reader #elvish words

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queenstarlight2 · 2 years

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Hi, can get some headcannons about Elrond reacting and comforting the reader (who he's courting) who has anxiety attacks? Thanks!

Elrond Headcanons for Reader who gets anxiety attacks.

Elrond would be the best person for when you have panic attacks, his ability to stay calm, will work miracles when your panic attack starts. He would rub circles into your back to try and calm you and if you want nobody to touch you, he will slowly set you down to the nearest chair and tell you poems to help ease you. he would also bring you tea to calm you down after your panic attack. and when everything is finished and your panic attack settles down, he would kiss your forehead and tell you that everything would turn out ok.

overall a 10/10 for any situation.

(I legit know like a basic level on this sort of thing so if it is terrible then I am so sorry 😭but off that topic, sorry for not doing any requests for like 2 months, I had school to deal with and I kept procrastinating on my account cause I wanted to do nothing because of schoolwork and homework, I was a tab bit overwhelmed and also I got a bit of writer block so that's sucks but summer break is here so I will get to requests soon, hopefully! and Thank you all for being so patient with me :) )

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legolaswhore · 2 years

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𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐧𝐢

→ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: legolas x (f) reader

→ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff

→ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: injury, badly translated sindarin

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴..

↳ 𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬

Adopted by Galadriel after both your parents passed, you are a Telerin (”wood elf”) elf whom grew up in Lothlorien, learning much about the arts and quickly becoming extremely skilled in combat, with ethereal features and elegant fashion you entice the weak hearts of men and dwarf, making you a powerful she elf whose path may not be crossed without wrath.

Long have you been friends with Isildurs heir, and when he arrives in Lothlorien with a band of Hobbits, a Dwarf and an Elf princeling searching for aid, Galadriel bids you offer your allegiance and expert healing knowledge to your new friends..

“ᦓꪖꪑ ꪶꪖꪀꪻꪖ ꪖꪀ ꠸ꪶꪶꪮ ꪀ꠸ “

He lay there, as peaceful and as calm as ever, his thumb stroking the top of your hand as you sit by his bedside. It was only a shallow stroke to his chest which had bed ridden Legolas that day, the battle had been successful, the ring destroyed, and the fellowship was back together in Minas Tirith. But you had insisted he get his wound seen to as soon as possible, fearing it may not heal correctly if left.

“I have everything I need when I’m alone with you” he squeezed your hand and smiled. You blushed, not quite yet used to Legolas’ compliments because at the beginning of your journey, the both of you did nothing but compete with each other which often resulted in clever insults and snide remarks.

“Is the athelas going to your head, or is there some truth entwined in your words?” you tease, smiling down at the elf who lay beneath you.

“y/n, I have grown ever fond of you, are you to doubt my flattery?” he knew you were jesting, but gave a solemn glance to pull your heart strings a little, he knew how caring you could be.

Feeling slightly guilty, you inched nearer to his rather uncomfortable, flat recovery bed, positioning yourself beside his waist now and leaning ever closer to his pale complexion. You place a hand on his jaw, tracing a slender finger to his chin. “I know you too well to ever doubt your validity, mellon”.

He leant against your touch, gaze dropping to where you sat, sliding his hand to rest on top of your thigh and fiddling with the fabric of your dress. Physical touch was precious to both of you, with so much conflict happening alone time was a rarity, and moments like these felt identical to bliss.

Neither of you had yet fully confessed your feelings for one another, But you hadn't forgotten the kiss underneath the moonlight when the both of you were on lookout duty, or the kiss after victory at Helm’s Deep, which almost resulted in other things.. (if you want a wh*re, buy one).

The taste of Legolas ever lingered on your lips, and at first you pretended not to notice his watchful eye over you during battle, of course he was only making sure no harm ever came to you, and you told yourself that whenever he asked if he could braid your hair, it meant nothing more than a close friendship, but deep down you knew it was more than that.

Legolas pulled himself up so he was sat up beside you, wincing slightly at the pain in his gash. You watched him, his chest muscles contracting and strong arms repositioning themselves so to make more room for you beside his slender body. Noticing this (you have literally just been drooling over his body for ages) he smiles, lifting his hand to tilt your chin up to meet his soft gaze.

A third kiss. He wraps his arms around you, pressing your chest to his as his lips crash against yours. The tension was too much for the prince, he wanted you all to himself, he was tired of waiting, of yearing for you.

One hand lay against his abs, the other holding the back of his neck as if to let him know you never want to let go, both your heartbeats quickening as your embrace intensified. Legolas gently pulled at your bottom lip, causing it to become sensitive and swollen, sending you breathless. Your head felt heavy, completely dazed you pulled back to catch a breath, your cheeks rosy and your lips flushed.

To him, you were irresistible, his hazel eyes (this is lotr legolas!!!) taking in your flummoxed, but extremely beautiful expression. His hand lingered at the side of your breast, making it’s way around to your back where his strong grip held you steady.

This kiss was different, it was a ‘I want to spend eternity with you’ sort of kiss, instead of a ‘I think you’re beautiful but I cannot commit entirely because if the ring isn't destroyed then death is inevitable’ sort of kiss, like the previous ones.

“Sam lanta an illo ni” (roughly translates to ‘I have fallen for you’) and before you got chance to respond, the princeling pressed his lips to yours again, an accomplished grin taking hold of your face.

“Meleth nin”

#legolas #legolas x reader #legolas fanfiction #LOTR #lotr elves #lord of the rings #lord of the rings fanfiction #sindarin #elvish #legolas x elf reader #aragorn #boromir #gimli #Frodo #samwise gamgee #merry and pippin #gandalf #lotr x y/n #lotr x reader

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weird-addiction · 2 years

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Hii, do you still take requests ? If so, can I request a clingy Asura from Onmyoji with a touch starved s/o? Thank you so much !

The Destruction’s Mîr

Pairing : Asura x GN! Reader

Pronouns: They/Them

Summary: Asura finds his s/o and starts to get abit clingy

A/n: Mîr means jewel in Elvish

Asura was gone for a long day again, you just lied in bed waiting for him to come back.

“Ugh. When is he gonna come back…?” Laying on your side and hugging the other pillow that was on the bed.

You slowly started to fall asleep as you waited, hugging the pillow pretending it was him was enough for now. But after he comes back your gonna tackle him with cuddles.

An hour or two passed until you heard the door slide open with Asura filling the room with his scent, letting you know he was now home. “Flame?”

“Mn..?” You mumbled still half asleep. But turning around to face him. Eyes half open.

“You ok?” He asked getting in the bed with you, hugging you on the waist. Giving you a kiss on top of your head, knowing you were probably touch starved to be away from him for a day.

“Where were you…? I wanted cuddles….” You said quietly.

“Sorry Mîr it was a bit busy today on the field. I wanted to come home early to you but…I- they kept getting in the way. I’m sorry love.” Asura said giving you more kisses.

You accepted his apology as you snuggled into his chest, basking in his warmth and tracing his muscles until you fell asleep again.

You felt so save in his arms, his warmth being around you, on his strong chest and listening to his heartbeat quickly lulled you to sleep.

“Goodnight my Flame.”

#🥀mukuro’s way #onmyoji #reader insert #gender neutral reader #male reader #gender neutral y/n #male y/n #fanfic #onmyoji x y/n #onmyoji x reader #onmyoji asura #ashura #Asura x reader #Onmyoji Asura x reader #elvish

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kowabungadoodles · 1 year

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do you think anyone has written any newmann smut called pacific rimming yet? seems like an obvious joke to me

Ao3 has got you covered, bro. Although weirdly one of these is a Merlin(tv) fic...

#Ao3's search function is godlike #Every time we watch a bad film I check to see how much fic it has #Did you know theres one fic where You the reader are going to sleep with Ao3's anthropromorphised logo #Did you know there's a lot of fic written in elvish #pacific rim

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springflwer07 · 2 years

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Heyy... so does anyone have any ideas on how an elf would propose?? I'm trying to write smth abt a certain elf proposing so I decided to look up elvish courting rituals and how an elf would propose and couldn't find anything useful. So, if anyone has any ideas then please please comment them :') ty

#legolas x reader #tolkien universe #middle earth #elfs #ideas?#help idk what to write #elvish courting rituals?#elvish proposals?

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streets-in-paradise · 2 years

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I know I said i was about to post and i swear I am. I only have two scenes left of the oneshot to finish and i'm currently working on it.

I was slowed down by my passion. I got so into this that i'm literally wasting time digging on resources about Luwian language, which I think is the especulated ancient language of the trojans, just to make Paris speak it ( for romantical reasons, of course.)

#troy 2004 #troy request #troy fanfiction #paris of troy #paris of troy x reader #writing update #i love when legolas fanfict includes ocassional elvish phrases #so I need to give a try for Paris and Luwian #he is so romantic #he would totally say sweet things to his s/o in a language they don't understand

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elithilanor · 1 year

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Haldir o Lórien NSFW Alphabet

MINORS DNI

I can’t believe I basically wrote a book on this, but Haldir deserves the love! And smut! I’m also definitely planning one for Rúmil as well but I’ve got something else in the works at the moment. Anyway, hope you enjoy and feel free to ask any questions, asks, etc! ❤️🥰 Happy Haldir-days everyone 😏

I’m sorry in advance for how filthy this is.

Also, yes, he’s one of my faves

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Very soft and gentle. Lots of stroking, soft touching, and gentle kisses to bring you back down. Loves to cuddle and hold you and make sure you get plenty of fluids. He bakes the best fucking bread and he’ll make sure there’s some to snack on. Massages if you have a tendency to tense up.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His own: his upper body, particularly his shoulders. He’s an extremely adept swordsman and archer and if fucking shows. He loves it when his partner clings to him.

Yours: hips. Everything around the hips: the hips themselves, love handles, the lower back before the ass, lower stomach. He loves handling and kissing you senseless there.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Cum volume is a little more than the average. He can come a couple times in a row if you go slow and steady enough and he absolutely loves long sessions.

His favorite place to cum is either as deep inside of you as he can, on your chest/breasts where he’ll massage it in after, or right on your genitals (if you’re afab, he’ll press it right back into you, which can often lead to another round). He doesn’t like leaving physical marks, but marking you with his come is different.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Haldir has a Thing for worshipping others (esp orally) on his knees and he has more than once gotten himself off to the idea of Galadriel asking him to do so with Celeborn guiding him. He’s on his knees for hours with his hands behind his back. Any errors he makes are quickly corrected by Celeborn’s hand or a strap across his back.

Also, the thought of being tied up and fucked by Elrond and Glorfindel tag-teaming him and being publicly humiliated or taken.

He’s super embarrassed by it and desperately hopes Galadriel has never had an inkling of it when they communicate via ��swanë.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He doesn’t have a lot of long-term relationship experience, but he’s had a couple of short-term, exploratory feminine partners. He’s had a lot of hand-jobs and frottage in the woods out on patrol with his guardsmen.

In the former case, it’s been a lot of fairly vanilla sex and in the latter, it’s usually hand jobs after a long day or dry humping against each other and making out. He doesn’t have penetrative sex with his guardsmen because he’s careful of the power imbalance he holds. Which is unfortunate for both him and the guardsmen because he would be very well received. Also, this elf gets stressed and is often incredibly strict. There are definitely a couple of wardens who just wish they could help him out-carnally, that is.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

All variations of lotus, prone bone, spooning, and missionary - but like cradling you to him or holding your arms above your head missionary

Anything where he gets to hold you tight, basically

Reverse cowboy if he’s with someone else with a penis so he can jerk you off while fucking you

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s not super goofy, but it’s always very warm and light-hearted. Kisses in laughter sort of a thing.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s got a very light dusting of blonde across his arms and legs and a well-groomed thick, thatch of hair at his pubes a couple shades darker than his silver-blonde. He has a happy trail and keeps it neatly pointing directly down.

Will shave if asked or if he knows there might be some oral occurring. He’s very considerate.

Does not give a flying fuck about his partner’s hair. Whatever is most comfortable works.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very sweet and gentle and kind. Super romantic. Everything is about holding you closely and tightly to him and fusing the two of you together so you’re basically one moving body. He loves watching you and sharing eye contact.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s not super horny or anything, but if he gets the urge and he knows he won’t see you, he’ll go head and take care of himself.

Likes mutual masturbation and really likes being watched while masturbating while praising you/being praised.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I would call it a breeding kink, but he doesn’t want kids nor the idea of them so I guess it’s a cream pie kink? He just really loves filling his partner up with his come and seeing how they react and if they want more

Loves holding his partner down, but rarely ties them up

Hair: he loves having hands pulling at his hair and vice versa

Service topping, especially kneeling. He isn’t into Being a Dom, but he’ll dom someone if they ask and he’s a natural top. He just loves worshipping his partner in any way and his breath is always taken away when his partner wants to submit. He’s amazed and very appreciative of that type of trust.

85 no/15 yes on spanking if his partner really really wants it or needs it to get out of their head or feel better. He hates hurting you but if you make him angry or frustrated enough with your lack of care towards yourself (like running off into the woods after an argument and almost being caught by a pack of orcs or something), he’ll take you to task. It almost always leads to sex once he’s calmed and you’re done apologizing. Anytime he hurts you, he needs serious aftercare and reassurance.

One day he will be pegged or be the receptive anal partner and he will turn into a wreck of a mess. Get Haldir Pegged 2022

Overstimulation>denial for you; overstimulation>/=denial for him

He’ll go feral if you mark him up while he’s taking you. Claw marks, smacking, etc. He likes knowing what he does to you and he can take it. One day, he’ll get spanked and roughed up on purpose in a scene and he’ll learn something new about himself. It just hasn’t happened yet.

Loss of control/power imbalance for himself in specific fantasies

He’s preferred honorifics if you use them are Marchwarden or sir; Ada (daddy) is situationally acceptable

“Good girl/boy/pet”

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In bed because he can spend hours there with you and you’re both safe and comfortable

In front of the fire on a rug or a couch

In the bath

Holding you up against walls or pressing you into them for foreplay, kisses, and hand jobs

He’s got a serious exhibitionist streak so if you’re outside, he holds you in such a way that you’re completely on display so others can see how beautiful you are for him if they happen to walk by. Watch him touch himself, he'll come apart at the seams.

His one exception to not leaving marks on you is leaving finger print bruises around your hips and on your ass from holding onto you while eating you out. He often worries he’ll hurt you but gets turned on when he sees them and he’ll leave them before he leaves on patrol. If he’ll be gone a long time, he may give some lasting bite marks on your chest where they could be covered.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Loyalty, trust, kindness, intimacy, kissing, love

His partner in revealing dresses or skirts, regardless of gender

His partner taking care of themselves

His partner opening themselves up to him and being vulnerable - emotionally or like just letting him watch while you masturbate

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s actually fairly mild on a day-to-day basis when it comes to his sex and hates harming his partners in anyway. Very protective. Anything that would hurt you (hitting, slapping, etc), makes you cry, leaves lasting marks is a no. No age play. Deeply uncomfortable if you ask him for consensual non-consent. No degradation.

Only exception to a hard no on actually hurting you is the previously mentioned very infrequent punishment spankings.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Ham feral. He loves giving oral, but isn’t super fond of receiving. He’s got good control on holding himself back from orgasming, but that pretty much goes out the window when he’s receiving oral. He’d love to allow his partner to cockwarm him, but he genuinely wouldn’t be able to. One of the only things that can overwhelm/overstimulate him so it’s all just a bit too much and a bit too fast for him. It’s good once in a while, but he’s spent afterward and over- sensitive. The slower the better if you want to do something afterwards with him. He’d be open to experimenting more with his overstimulation with the right partner though.

He could probably have the gold medal in Lóthlorien for giving oral. He will bury his head between your legs and and stay there for hours with his arms around your waist, holding you to him. Has a mental tally of how many times you’ve cummed on his tongue since you started seeing each other and he kind of always if trying to get you to squirt or cum dry. He has a basket of towels by the bed and the couch so he can lay one down whenever he needs. He also loves just slowly and steadily pussy-warming you. If he’s in a submissive mood, that’s probably where he’ll live. He’s got stamina in everything he does.

He only has experience with female/afab partners, but would be more than willing to learn with a male/amab partner and he would also love it. He would very much enjoy cockwarming someone, especially with their hands in his hair keeping him grounded and fucking his face if he’s being particularly good.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow, steady, strong, and sensual. Every thrust is deep, filling, and hard. The quality of thrust over the quantity. He’ll speed up a bit at the end though. And if you get him close, he snaps his hips and gets a bit jerky in his movements.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not a huge fan of it. Again, he prefers long and drawn-out sessions for both the benefit of his partner and himself.

If he engages, it’ll be just to get his partner off with his hands.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Not really. He’s open to some things, but nothing that hurts his partner. He’s okay with experimenting more with additional partners or location.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Averages 2, but he’s more than fine with 1 and has definitely gotten up to 3 if it’s a gradual and continued session. Only 1 so far if it’s from oral. He lasts a long time and he’s got good control. He can get a good two or three orgasms while actively fucking you before he even comes once.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He’s got whatever the fantasy elven version of a flesh light is and he’ll use it but his preference is always you. Watch him while he uses it, though...

You’ve also got a couple of vibrators and maybe a dildo or two for his use on you. He loves holding you down by your stomach while holding a toy on you and watching you squirm while digging your nails into his arms.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not really and never in public. The most teasing he does is when you’re already engaged in an activity like oral, but he very quickly follows through.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s a bit more on the quiet side. A lot of gasping, breathy and lower register moans and grunts and praising you when you’re close. A lot of quiet fuck, fuck baby

When he’s in a more submissive role, he’s definitely louder and begs more and will even whine if you deny him or he’s close to coming. Mildly embarrassed about it after he comes.

Shouts sometimes when he comes, but usually just moans louder.

Has a horrible tendency of burying his face in your neck or elsewhere to muffle his reactions.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He’s actually fairly neutral most of the time. Not vanilla sex, but the very typical hold you down and slow fucking sex.

But depending on what’s going on personally, work, etc, he’ll go through phases of being very dom toppy instead of just a top or very submissive and needing to just let his head go quiet in your lap.

I don’t see Haldir as someone who wants kids. He’s seen the worst of the world, he’s very dedicated to his work and his community, and he just doesn’t have the time to be a good father. Plus, I hc some family loss and trauma which doesn’t add to his decision.

I typically see him with afab/feminine people, but often hc him in a triad with another more dominant amab/masculine elf.

He can get incredibly jealous, but he has a handle on it usually.

Struggles with communication, but is willing to work on it because you’re important to him.

Learned a lot of concepts and safety from his younger brother Rúmil, who I hc as very into bdsm and as a Dom who grills whomever Haldir ends up with because he’s sometimes submissive. Protective middle brother.

I often hc Haldir as non gender binary compliant and that he would love and maybe even prefer a partner who wasn’t cishet.

I hc fem!Haldir as much more dominant and into bdsm. Just vibes.

He’s just a big, thick wall of safety and love under our snarky King. He can be both!

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His fucking hands and shoulders. Ugh so toned and muscly.

His dick is uncut and curved upwards towards the tip, which flushes a very pretty dark pink (like the rest of him) when he’s aroused. He’s a bit longer than avg, but he’s pretty heavy. Makes for a very filled partner.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It would be higher if he had the time to pay attention to it and take care of it instead of constantly working. You can easily get him in the mood, but it's not his default.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Drifts off slowly with you in his arms; no immediate crash.

#lotr imagine #elithilanor #Haldir #haldir x you #haldir x reader #minors dni #lotr elvish hcs #lothlorien imagine

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taylor-reads-books · 2 years

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sorcerous-caress · 5 months

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Type of romantic gifts they'd give you

[Bg3, fluff, nb!reader]

[Wyll, Karlach, Gale, Shadowheart, Astarion, Laezel, Halsin, Minthara, Karniss]

Wyll

Flowers. Each bouquet conveys a different meaning and tells a hundred tales about his feelings for you. From the petal colours to the delicate ribbon holding the stems together, not a single detail was overlooked.

Enteries to both worlds. Invites to the most eloquent galas reserved for the noble class, elegent clothes and glittering jewellery. And warm heartfelt welcomes into the most popular tavrens for adventurers, even the dangerous ones greet you and Wyll with cold drinks and a warm meal.

A shoulder to lean on, someone to be your own hero. The royalty treatment becomes the norm for you, a quiet dance in your shared home, swaying slowly as the rain scatters against the windows outside.

Karlach

Cheesy handmade coupons for hugs. Physical affection is a big part of the way she shows love, yet no hugs feel better than the ones she knows both of you want, rather than only her. These hand drawn coupons are to give her reassurance in a way that you also crave her embrace as much as she does.

Taking you out to her favourite spots. Introducing you to all her past and current friends. Absolutely involving you in every aspect of her inner circles and slowly integrating you into her world. She wants all the people that she loves to know each other, to be there, and to support each other. Friends, family, and neighbours, she craves a community.

Carrying your stuff. Be it your bags, equipment, or anything. She enjoys being strong for you, never letting you lift a heavy thing ever. Giving you her jacket if you get cold, even switching your shoes if yours are uncomfortable. Dress however you want, she knows how to fight after all.

Gale

Homecooked meals. Frozen soup in food containers. You'll never go hungry with him around. Love is a major ingredient in each dish he makes, recipes passed down from generations. Restaurants' food becomes dull in comparison. No bakery dessert can compare to his home baked pie.

A picnic near the sea side. It's windy, the air is refreshing and nice. Waves come crashing gently, almost brushing against your feet before retreating back. Tara purrs in your lap, her wings warming your hand underneath it as you scratch her fur. Gale is by your side, telling you about a new discovery he made in his research. Content in staying by your side despite the crown laying at the bottom of the ocean in front of you.

Constellations seeming brighter, the sky looks as if it held twice as many stars than usual. There's a sparkle in his eyes, wrinkles at their edges from his smile.

Shadowheart

Wine/non-alcoholic drinks and sweets. She has a taste for delicacies and sharing them with you. Whatever she picks, it's always somehow very rich in flavour, melts against the tongue, and the aftertaste is an experience by itself.

Takes you to her home, visiting her parents who welcomed you as if you were another child of theirs. For the first time in her life, she has a family, and she wants to include you in it. You are a part of it, after all. A part of her.

Nursing your sickness away, sticking with you through thick and thin. Even at your most ill of states. She doesn't pat an eye at you throwing up, sneezing, or not having the energy to shower. She helps you through it. She never judges you over it, unconditional love in its purest forms as she ensures your recovery.

Astarion

Precious poetry he wrote himself. As much as he scoffs over anything too chessy, he can't help using his mother tongue and spinning endless lines about you in elvish in his private journal. On the rare occasion, giving you a glimpse through it. Pretending to leave his journal open by pure coincidence in front of you, on the exact page of the peom with your name on it.

The both of you traverse the underdark. He takes you to a special spot he found under a sussur tree. The blue glow of the silver branches lights up the edges of his hair like a halo, and your eyelids feel heavy with your head on his lap.

Stiching the holes in your clothes. Maintaining them in his free time and making sure they are cared for. Each piece that might hold a sentimental value to you or a precious memory receives special treatment from him. Sometimes, he stiches a joke or two into your undergarments that you don't realise until much later on.

Laezel

Gifts you a sharp and expertly smithed sword. Silver in colour with various ruby red stones decorating the handle, it feels at home in your grip, specifically made for your hands.

Takes you as her guide through Faerun, let's you introduce her to the places you love, the things you like. You can tell her interest is genuine, he curiosity is evident as she tries everything you recommend to her.

Reads to you, each night she'd indulge your curiosities and read one of the many githyanki literature disks you've accumulated. Her voice never tires, she pronounces each word with care and emotion. It's beyond soothing, even her comments inbetween narrating the story never fail to make you smile.

Halsin

Blessings of nature extend to you as well. The birds don't fly away when you approach, the tree branches don't get caught in your clothes, and the bugs take a polite detour around you as they crawl. He shares the love he received with you.

You've never seen so many children rush to you before, look up to you with respect, and search for guidance. He grants you the opportunity to raise the ones who will hold the torch after us, to imped your wisdom upon them, and help shape a better future.

Never growing cold again, buried deep against his soft fur as gaint bear paws hold you so softly. Despite the pouring snow outside, you sink deeper into his warm embrace. Cute round ears flicker in the corner of your vision, and you can't help but rub them alongside his soft belly.

Minthara

jewellery, each one is unique and more expensive than the last. Various earrings with pearls and necklaces with glittering diamonds. Even a special one that hugs your neck deliciously, with her name on it. Body accessories hugging your curves and wrapping around you. A pair of matching rings.

Takes you into her heart, behind the iron walls, behind the mazes of ice. Shows you her tender beating vulnerable flesh, the small kindness she protected so fiercely and hid from the world. Her true love, yours for the taking and yours alone.

The disembodied heads of your enemies in a gift box wrapped for you, everyone who has ever wronged you has their skulls displayed on the shelves. She becomes your blade, your sword and shield.

Karniss

Prayers. Offers them to you as he kneels, talking in a hushed tone as he begs a greater being for your safety, for your heart, and for you love. For their blessings upon him to shield you from the darkness, his split mind making him seeth in anger and hatred at all those who dared hurt or question you.

Brings you to his nest, a small cave with tight webs shielding the entrance. He teaches you how to slip through them, holds you close as he lifts you in his arms and makes passage inside. You're a very welcome addition to his home, his sanctuary.

Gifts you his venom regularly. Whether it's a kiss as his fangs slip past your soft lips and bleed venom down your throat, or a bite into the soft flesh of your neck that injects it directly into your veins. He builds up your resistance slowly so he may protect you from himself and anyone who tries to steal your life away.

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Tolerate It | Thranduil

▹ Pairing: Thranduil x Human!Reader

▹ Genre: Angst

▹ Words: ~2k

▹ Summary: A political alliance makes you the new wife of the elven king Thranduil, trapping you in a gilded cage of elven craft.

▹ Notes: I couldn't get this idea out of my head.

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The banquet hall of Eryn Galen was buzzing with high energy.

The lights were bright, the drinks flowing. Each guest was too deep in their cups as the band played jaunty tunes that kept spirits high. You sat at the end of the table, to the direct right of Thranduil, Legolas seated directly across from you to the king's left.

Everything was beautiful, similar to what you imagined heaven may look like. The celebration had been highly anticipated, the steward meticulously planning for months to ensure the night would be perfect.

Each guest had dressed to the nines, and you had been no exception. Silks that flowed like a languid river, braids woven throughout your hair, and glittering jewels that rivaled the stars in the sky. You’d felt quite pretty after your handmaidens finished, taking in your appearance with rapt attention.

Yet as the king - your husband - met with you, he barely paid you more than a glance. Not a single compliment or acknowledgment slipped from his lips, just the stiff offering of his arm and a cold demeanor you’d never been able to break through.

Not even the bitterness of the red wine you drank could ease the pain festering inside you. You glanced at Thranduil, his attention on his steward whispering something in his ear. Regal and commanding, you’d thought marriage to the elven king would be something out of a fairytale. Yet your story became twisted, and instead of a happy ending, you were trapped in a doomed marriage. It was like a wall separated you from him; you’d tirelessly beat against it with a hammer; Thranduil was on the other end, reinforcing the stone.

You glanced down at your dress, the pale green fabric, Thranduil’s favorite shade. Even still, you were desperate for his validation and approval, like a child tugging at their father’s sleeves. A stray hair fell in front of your face, and you pushed it behind your ear, hands ghosting over your rounded ears. Maybe if you’d been an elf and not a human, he might view you as an equal and not a consolation prize.

One hand below the table closed into a tight fist while you downed the rest of your wine in one gulp.

Legolas met your eye from across the table with an almost apologetic grin. You returned it with a tight smile you tried to make pleasant. Legolas knew all too well the neglect his father could inflict, so he often preferred the forests over the palace. There was an understanding that made your pain more bearable.

The handmaidens you brought from home and your stepson, who was older than your eldest living relatives, were all that kept you from falling into true despair.

Like clockwork, a servant filled your chalice, and you gladly drank. This wine was sweeter and less sharp than the red you were expecting. Once again, you looked towards Thranduil, no longer speaking with his steward but quietly watching the party play out. You reached out, delicately placing your hand over his, only for his to push it away, not bothering to pay you a glance.

The blatant rejection stung, always taking up too much space and time. Would Thranduil even notice if you’d stolen away into the night? If you pulled the dagger your marriage embedded in you, breaking free and leaving this miserable life behind. What might it be like to shed the weight of Thranduil’s cold disposition and an overly suspicious, judgmental, elvish kingdom? You’d be free and weightless for the first time in years.

Yet, just as soon as the fantasies came, they fizzled out with the weight of reality. You had no money of your own, no survival skills, and nowhere to go. If you returned home, your father would ship you back to Thranduil. The dark forests and the creatures that lurked within would kill you. There was nowhere to go. No freedom to be found.

You didn’t bother hiding the frown on your lips; no one in the room paid you much mind. They looked through you as if you were a phantom that clung to the residence of its former life. How was it possible to be in such a crowded room and yet still be so alone?

"How much longer do you believe this will go on for?"

At some point, Legolas had moved from across the table and was now seated to your left, watching the crowded room with thinly veiled discomfort.

" I hope for not much longer. I've never been amendable to crowds so large as this one."

Legolas laughed, the noise swallowed by the noise of the room. "And yet you are queen; should you not be used to such raucous parties?"

You tilted your glass towards him, a slight quirk on your lips.

"I could say the same about you, prince."

He nodded in silent agreement, quickly drinking from his glass, which you noticed was filled with water and not wine.

"I get to run off to the forest. How do you deal with all of this?" The smile on your face fell as your eyes dimmed, a reminder of your current standing.

"No one pays me mind. A blessing, I suppose." You attempted to laugh it off, but you couldn't keep the somberness from your tone. You were trapped in a gilded cage, a prisoner in your own home.

"Then I suppose I'll need to take more respites in the castle."

"You don't need--"

"I insist; what kind of friend would I be if I didn't check on your wellbeing."

So warm and inviting, it made you wonder how Legolas could be the son of Thranduil; he must take after his mother. You wondered, if only for a moment, how different your life might be if you'd been married to Legolas instead of his father. He was the more age appropriate option and if he didn't love you he'd at least respect you. But those thoughts were pointless; you'd been married to Thranduil and not Legolas.

"I think I'm technically your stepmother."

"But you feel more like a friend."

You didn't bother to argue, placing down your wine chalice to take a cool water drink. It was refreshing, soothing the burn the wine had created.

"Then I am glad we are friends."

Before he could respond, a member of his guard called his name. The elf enthusiastically waved him over, yelling something in elvish too slurred for you to understand.

Legolas shook his head, refusing the call, but you placed a single hand on his shoulder.

"Go, enjoy the night. I'll be fine over here."

He tried to discern if you were being dishonest but found nothing but sincerity. Just because you were miserable didn't mean he should be. With a single nod, Legolas left the table to join the group forming in the corner of the room.

Left in the chaos with no one to speak with, you picked up the chalice with wine. At some point during your conversation, Thranduil wandered off, talking with some of the higher-ranking nobles.

Thickly, you swallowed, hiding your face as you slowly drank from your glass.

When would this torment end?

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The night dragged on at an impossibly slow speed. Your sorrow brought time to a near halt. By the time the crowd began to thin and Thranduil had escorted you back to your shared chambers, you’d forgotten how many glasses of wine you consumed. You managed to keep your composure and pride, not letting you show how light and lethargic the alcohol made you.

Now, you sat before your vanity, preparing for bed as did Thranduil. There were so many pins placed in your hair that you struggled to pull them out without ripping your hair. Your head throbbed, and your frustration was building; you just wanted sleep. A cold hand pushed yours away, tangling in your hair. With practiced and fluid movements, Thranduil began to take down your hair. He was quick and efficient, his hands in your hair almost soothing.

The action was oddly domestic, and it caused a pang of pain in your chest. If the gods had been fair enough to bless you with a husband who loved you, this would be a nightly occurrence, not a rare show of care.

“There’s too many pins in your hair.” Always critical; nothing would ever be good enough.

A beat of silence passed; did he even want you to speak?

“It was a special occasion; I wanted something different done to my hair.”

Clink. He placed the last pin on the table and stepped away from you.

“It was a bit gauche.”

Expression tight, you stared at your reflection, focused on your dark hair that tangled too quickly and your nearly pallid complexion. Gauche and graceless, the elves would never view you as their own.

“I thought it looked nice.”

His answer was to silently turn his back to you, moving to the other end of the room. The silence was maddening. Your attention never moved from your reflection, lips downturned as your eyes hardened. Pain turned to rage, pity becoming an all-consuming fire that threatened to turn all in your wake to ash.

“Why marry me?” Your tone was harsh, firmer than you could remember speaking.

Thranduil let out a sigh, seemingly annoyed at your mere presence. Normally, his disregard made you shrink, and maybe it was the wine, but it only made you straighten your back, meeting his eyes through his reflection in your mirror.

“To seal an alliance with your kingdom, you know this.” He was always condescending; he was so much older and wiser.

“I understand political marriages, but why marry me? You’ve managed political alliances without offering your hand in marriage; you even have a son to marry off. So why--” You slowly stood from your chair, turning to face him directly. “-marry me?”

“Would you have preferred to marry Legolas?”

“I’d prefer you answer my question. So I’ll ask once more: why marry me?” You strode towards him, eyes narrowed.

“To ensure an alliance with your family.”

“That is it? For no reason other than that.”

Thranduil looked down at you, his lips tight.

“Did you hope to hear differently?” He tilted his head, eyes ice cold and bitter. “Ours was a marriage of convenience, not love.”

You clenched your jaw, swallowing thickly. All of it for nothing, a marriage he knew would never succeed. He may have been content with a loveless life after the passing of his wife, but he knowingly dragged you into it. To turn your life into a void--

You wanted to scream, to yell obscenities at him, to spit all the vile venom his careless behavior filled you with. But it would do no good. An emotional breakdown wouldn’t mend your rift; there was no foundation of respect to rebuild. It was just endless nothingness. Standing at the precipice, you would simply fall into a never-ending pit.

“I see.”

A hint of shock made his eyes widen a fraction, expecting an outburst like the one you fantasized about. Humans weren’t known for patience, yet it wasn’t patience that kept you silent. It was dejection; you'd given up hope of anything better than what you had.

You dared not move, not even blink until Thranduil turned towards the door.

“I think I will ensure the keep is secured. Goodnight.”

Head turned, yet your eyes remained where he once stood; you remained silent. The door opened and quietly shut behind his retreating form. Only then did you exhale the breath you’d been holding.

The bed was plush under your body, and the comforter was like a cloud, yet you’d never felt more miserable. You turned your back to the side Thranduil would take when he returned to the chambers. Eyes shut, soothed by the darkness, you dreamed of something more.

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