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#galadriel x you
notinusesworld · 6 months
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Galadriel as your girlfriend head cannons!
synopsis: as the title says, g!n reader, no specific race or body type. can you tell i like the elves?
warnings: having children is mentioned
requests open!
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Rings of Power Galadriel:
- It was difficult to get past her stubborn nature at first, but once you got through she is extremely caring and attentive
- She doesn’t like you fighting and won’t take you with her on adventures, the trauma from losing her brother makes her not want to lose you too
- She even gave you duties in the Lindon court so it was difficult for you to leave with her for long periods of time
- However after the rings of power was made, she began to warm up to the idea of you joining her
- She isn’t big on PDA but if you like it then she doesn’t mind it, but she’s extremely loving and caring behind closed doors
- She likes to kiss your hands and resight romantic poetry
- If you’re shorter then her, she likes to pick you to tease you
- And if you’re taller the her, she likes to wrap her hands around your waist and rest her head on your body
Lord of the Rings/The Hobbits Galadriel:
- Her caring nature for you is amplified now, but she tends to encourage you to go on adventures with her foresight abilities
- If you’ve been with her since the second age, then she is extremely soft with you and you’re her most treasured person
- If you’re able to naturally reproduce with her then you only have a few children, but if you’re unable to you both take in orphaned children, elves and humans and raise them as your own, you may also do this if you are able to reproduce with her
- She is able to see your every want and desire, you know this but you’re still surprised at how well she understands you
- she likes to surprise you with gifts she knows that you’ve been thinking about, she also likes to gift you random items like ropes, shields and seeds and not explain why, but they almost always become helpful to you in the future
- You have gotten to the point in your relationship where physical affection isn’t really needed to show how much you love eachother, but she still likes to hold you as you both sleep
- While who owns the eleven rings is secret, you’re the only one she entrusts with that knowledge, not even your children know
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sanisse · 2 years
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Can I ask for Galadriel with a fem! reader hesdcanons with a cherry on top? So exited for kinktober!
Me too!!!! What a GOOD ask I love me some sapphic Galadriel.
Galadriel With a Fem!Reader
Generous. So very generous. Like she genuinely thinks that women are just the most beautiful thing when they’re at the height of their pleasure and she wants to give that to you. Doesn’t mind a pillow princess.
Very intuitive, excellent at figuring out what you like!
Gentle kisses gentle kiss gentle kisses. She’ll take your chin, slip her tongue in your mouth, like she’s so pillowy and soft and warm but also firm— def takes charge but isn’t demanding.
Likes to hold your face, pet your ears and stroke your hair. Loves eyelid kisses and forehead kisses too.
Excellent with oral sex if asked but her favorite is just holding you in her arms and fingering you. Bonus points if you give her tiddies some affection or kiss her neck while she’s pleasuring you. She had very sensitive breasts and nipples 😌 and loves having them kissed and sucked on. It gets her super wet.
Big strap energy 🥵
She just loves to top? Doesn’t mind if you want to too though as long as you promise to go hard on her 😌😌
Ear nibbles!
Has a bit of a thing for being called mommy but doesn’t mind if that’s not your thing. But if you do it it’ll turn her on soooo much.
When she’s domming she can be very strict but benevolent. Likes to edge and see you beg. Can totally be a bit of a tease and loves watching you squirm and writhe and whimper for her.
Very cuddly when you’re done. She doesn’t really sleep after sex but she loves it if you curl up against her, rest your head on her chest, and lets her stroke your hair and rub your back. She’s content to do that for hours and is always a bit pouty once you guys have to stop.
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getlostsquidward · 2 years
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i'm also missing your galadriel x reader fics, so here's a prompt:
Galadriel x Elf!Reader (married)
Thranduil and Reader are childhood friends and decided to visit Reader and Galadriel's home and starts reminiscing the times they were both still young, and Galadriel gets a bit jealous....or something, feel free to change things, if ever youre gonna write it!!!
I'm so sorry im such a sucker for your Jealous!Galadriel fics ahhh, also sorry if its a bit long.
Gold Rush
Galadriel x Elf!Reader; Platonic!Thranduil x Reader
A/N: Don't worry, detailed requests are chef's kiss. This isn't my best work though, I'm sorry 🥲
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“Well if it isn’t the Elvenking himself,” you beamed as you saw the King of the Wood Elves, your dear childhood friend, Thranduil waiting for you at the entrance to the Halls.
“Ah, Y/N. Surely it hasn’t been long since I last saw you? You look younger than ever, my dear,” he remarked. He put a hand on your shoulder as you give him a curtsy. “You know you need not do that, do you?”
You both laughed as you stood straight again. “I could say the same way to you. By the way, I’m sure you know of my wife, Galadriel.”
You looked behind you, seeing that she and a handful of Lorien elves that went along with you had finally caught up. Due to your excitement of being back to Mirkwood, your home, after centuries of living in Lothlorien with Galadriel, your pace may have been quicker than the rest of your company.
Your hand found its way to your wife’s back as she stood beside you, the great leaders of the two Elven kingdoms giving each other their greetings.
Thranduil offered his hand as you made your way to the Elvenking’s Halls which you graciously accepted. You didn’t see Galadriel raise a brow as you, once again, went ahead.
Galadriel couldn’t help but feel as if she was an outsider as your and Thranduil’s voice echoes in the room with both of you reminiscing the past. She knows the long history between the two of you, how close you are and how one means to the other. She couldn’t help the twinge in her chest as she feels as though you’d forgotten about her.
But your hand comes to rest on her knees, turning to her as you give her a smile before going back to your conversation with him. Somehow, it soothed her.
As the King's little feast concluded, he personally showed you to the room where you’ll be staying.
“I bid my good night to the both of you. Lady Galadriel,” Thranduil nodded to her. He turns to you. “Y/N, I am beyond happy to have you back here, even for a short time. Welcome home.”
With that, he left the two of you to your own devices.
“So much has happened since I’ve last been here,” you sighed dreamily, not quite done with all the trip down memory lane, that is sure to continue the next day.
“It’s interesting to hear King Thranduil’s side of the story. I find it amusing how the two of you have completely different versions of what transpired,” Galadriel commented, faux enthusiasm laced in her voice. Though the sentiment was sincere, she feels tired, and frankly, the sparkle in your eyes as you talk about your time together with the Elvenking isn’t helping what the Lady of Lorien feels at the moment.
The two of you get between the sheets. The long day came to catch up on you as you yawned. “Oh, I feel like our visit here isn’t enough to keep up on all the things I’ve missed.”
You turned to face your wife; her eyes trained on the ceiling. “Thank you for coming with me, meleth nîn. I appreciate you coming all the way here with me.”
“It’s nothing, my love. We should sleep; we still have a long day tomorrow.”
You dismissed Galadriel’s languid reply, thinking she must be exhausted from the trip. You pressed a chaste kiss on her lips before you closed your eyes.
The cold and empty side of your bed woke Galadriel up.
“I remember you braiding my hair in this very spot,” Thranduil nudged you as you sat on the stairs located in the throne room.
You smiled as the memories replayed in your mind. “Yes, and you would always accuse me of pulling your hair… which was true.”
“Yet despite that, I never let anyone touch my hair but you.”
“So, can I have the honor of touching the King’s precious hair? For old time’s sake.”
Thranduil chuckled heartily. “I would love that, Y/N.”
That’s how Galadriel found you, Thranduil’s back on you as your fingers delicately glide through his hair. She decided not to ruin the moment and turned away, so she didn’t see the two of you looking at her before she disappeared from your sights.
“I envy you, Y/N.”
Stunned by your friend’s remark, you halted your movements. “What do you mean?”
“You get to spend your time with the love of your life, and maybe one day return to Valinor. Together.”
You could hear the melancholy and grief in his voice as he remembers his wife. You feel for him, as he decided to suffer alone ­– he never talked about her as if she never existed. But you understood why.
“She wouldn’t want you to wallow in sorrow, Thranduil,” you continued to finish the braid on his hair. “There we go.”
As you stood up, he surprised you with a firm embrace. You knew he was not one to show his vulnerability, and you feel truly honored to see this part of the King.
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“How are you, my love? I haven’t seen you all day,” you found Galadriel wandering in the kingdom’s halls.
“Forgive me, I wanted to visit the Mirkwood on my own.”
You stared at your wife, squinting your eyes at her as you feel she was not completely telling the truth.
“Is there something you wanted to tell me?”
Galadriel’s head turned to you; her eyes slightly widened. Sometimes she forgets how you could tell that something is not right with one look.
She tilts her head down. “I feel… something when I saw how happy you are when you reminisce your memories together with the King. It’s not necessarily bad. Like a sudden and sharp pain in my chest. And your eyes are already bright but now they doubled their spark, it’s enough to blind anyone.”
You slowly closed the distance, your fingers coming to gently tip Galadriel’s chin up. You couldn’t help but smile at the downcast look on her face. No one is as adorable as her.
“I think jealous is the word for that, meleth nîn,” you answered. Your hands cupped her cheeks as you made sure she won’t look at anything but you.
“I apologize if my actions made you feel bad. You have no reason to be jealous, my love. I promised you all of eternity. Trust me when I say that.”
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elithilanor · 1 year
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Hiii
Blood Red
Hiiii!!!
So literally most of what I’m writing right now is porny in some way (which I figure you’d appreciate) so have some WIP of dom! Galadriel (lotr/Cate Blanchett) and a sub! Female reader because I really like the last line of dialogue:
“Lady Galadriel!” You gasp out, eyes falling shut and head titling back. You dig your nails into one of her arms locked around you.
Galadriel’s eyes flash and she growls, rolling her hips and sinking farther into you. In response, you instinctively spread your legs even farther apart and press back against her, whining.
“That’s it; just like that.” She purrs into your ear as she runs a hand down your back and presses you back down before thrusting the final inch into you.
“You take me so well, my sweet girl.”
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mvashnic · 1 year
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More doodling. All the roadtrip fics are giving me life, lmao.
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shirefantasies · 4 months
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I'm doing pretty good! Ty for asking
I wanted to request Lindir (and anyone else you might want to do) with a reader that loves playing with/braiding his hair? A very simple request but I find it adorable
That does sound quite sweet 😌 I decided to do this with all the major elves because we love elf fluff in this house 💖
Elves + Braiding
Lindir
✧ He is surprised the first time you idly take strands of his long brown hair in your hands, giving a look of polite surprise as he awaits your next action.
✧ Then you pull back the sides of his hair, braiding them at the back of his head, and he would be lying if he said it felt anything but satisfying, both having his face freed from the strands and also your hands delicately working their magic upon his hair.
✧ Too shy to request it, Lindir simply sits by your side, hoping the whim takes you again. Perhaps he will practice a song, sitting at his harp or holding a smaller instrument and feeling the small smile creep onto his lips when your fingers comb through his hair again.
✧ When he catches you in a moment of stress his subconscious works faster than his mind; without thinking he’s running hands through your hair, sliding the cool skin soothingly over your scalp.
✧ He turns red each time, but Lindir’s absolute favorite is when you rest your gorgeous head upon his shoulder. Gently he strokes your hair before ever-so-slightly resting his head atop yours.
Thranduil
✧ Fixes you with a look of surprise when you subconsciously reach for his long golden locks, but after removing a leaf from them your fingers twirl the ends of his tresses and he smiles fondly.
✧ Shakes his head a bit at you as you play with his hair, weaving new strands together. The loops you make may not be as intricate as others he has seen, but they are sturdy.
✧ From then on Thranduil dubs you talented, encouraging you to try more techniques, be they braiding or weaving. At first you can hardly help questioning if he sees your intent…
✧ …before you realize he is the only one you’re allowed to practice on. He is calling on you, plain and simple.
✧ You try to keep this out of your head, but the way the back of his hand traces your cheekbones as he sits you down makes that harder and harder…
Arwen
✧ You relax her in a way few else do, the ease you bring leading her to seek you out again and again.
✧ She knows how you enjoy what you do and she wants to pay it back, too. “Come, let us make our braids!” And just like that, your habit has become ours.
✧ She loves the feel of your hair, asking permission of course the first few times she touches it, but soon it seems even when you’re just sitting together someone is caressing the other’s hair.
✧ Sometimes when you’re feeling especially merry, you’ll playfully swat her with her own little ponytails. It always gets one of those rare laughs out of her.
✧ Cue Arwen wrapping her arms around your shoulders, forcing you to drop her hair as she grapples you (lovingly).
Elrond
✧ His eyes track yours one day, catching the way they follow the silky length of his hair. One day you venture sweeping some off his shoulder, growing bolder at Elrond’s soft smile.
✧ Your hands shake at first, but he nods and smiles reassuringly as you begin your weaving work. His hair is smooth, needing little to nothing, so instead you craft a kind of crown for him braided about his head.
✧ You tell him as much as you reveal your work, shocked at the way his expression has melted into something far, far softer.
✧ “Allow me to return the favor,” he says, hands sliding temptingly over your shoulders as he rotates you- and who are you to say no?
✧ “Though I do not deserve a crown,” you remind him. “You do not see things as I do, then.”
Legolas
✧ You’d never touch his hair without asking, unsure how Legolas would react until you shyly offer to braid it freshly back for him.
✧ He agrees with one of the smiles that has your heart leaping, encouraging you with a gentle nod as you take a seat behind him and begin your work. From the moments your hands brush his back, you can feel Legolas relaxing as you weave his golden hair.
✧ From then on he goes to you when he wants it fixed, teasingly asking if you might like to braid his hair again.
✧ It’s probably one of the most romantic things to happen to you the day Legolas sits you down, saying it’s his turn to take care of your hair.
✧ You two both end up in this sort of symbiosis of doing each other’s hair, barely ever touching your own.
Haldir
✧ Starts a bit the first time your hands comb his hair, but the butterflies he’s feeling may become evident in the way Haldir’s eyes fix you.
✧ You can feel him lean into your touch, the gentle motion of your fingers soothing him. Rare are the moments in which Haldir gives in to simple breath, release of all the burdens that he holds, and yet it is clear he craves it.
✧ "Why," he asks as you release his locks, letting them flow down his shoulders, "are you doing this?" "Do you really not know?" You simply ask back, caresses moving from the base of his neck to the sides of his face as you turn him your way.
✧ Your habit leads to the first of many kisses shared with Haldir, often stolen beneath the swaying branches of some faraway tree.
✧ Playing with your hair is not his habit, but running his hands wildly through it as your lips embrace is.
Galadriel
✧Amusement dances in her blue eyes as you reach up and comb her golden waves through your hands.
✧ “I’m sorry,” you sheepishly apologize, “may I?” “Of course,” she answers simply and gives a little nod as you step closer again.
✧ Galadriel turns to fix her enchanting gaze upon you as you work, smile too knowing not to bring warmth to your face and a shake to your fingers.
✧ Since that day, she combs her fingers through your hair as she passes by you, her fingers sometimes trailing down to the side of your cheek.
✧ You can feel her eyes upon you as far as her watch can reach, simultaneously bringing safe warmth shining through your chest and a shiver down your spine.
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ggiuliass · 2 years
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this scene had me SCREAMING
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I am so weak ffs
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ladyfenring · 2 years
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demonscantgothere · 4 months
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I've been holding this in for a week now, but I want to say something.
I won a huge victory against AO3 harassment about a week ago after shutting off anonymous comments across the board. It only took one day after my announcement, just one day, for someone to risk using an alt account to harass me because my anonymous comments were off. AO3 has since taken measures to deal with this person for me.
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There is a way to stop the harassment. There is a way to deal with it. I was headstrong for too long because I thought "oh, this is just a silly comment, so I can delete it and move on with my life," but some very heinous threats have been made. Now, I see if you're not willing to shut off anonymous comments, then nothing will ever be done about this.
The first person who directly harassed me through an account had their account scrubbed. This is the second person.
To finally see people face consequences for their horrific actions after a year of this going on is . . . blissful relief.
I am grateful this is now coming to an end.
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keelifallen · 2 years
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sanisse · 2 years
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KinkTober ask for a toppy female elf (oc or not) for body worship with a female reader?
galadriel has me in a chokehold so....we’re going with galadriel. No warnings for this one!
KINKTOBER 08. BODY WORSHIP - TOP!GALADRIEL X FEM!READER
Spice Level:  🌶🌶🌶 (medium)  Other notes: very soft & fluffy. Bit of a praise kink snuck in here because it seemed to fit nicely. 
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Galadriel is statuesque in the flickering firelight of the darkened bedroom you both share. She towers a full head and shoulders above everyone you’ve met, body lean and athletic, gaze somehow both sharp and fond and kind as she stands here, unveiled from her usual gowns, hair unbraided: an iridescent cascade of mingled silver and gold. 
You sink to your knees in front of her. It’s really all you can do-- and press a kiss to the curve of her belly, still lower to a freckle on her waist, then the sensitive seam where her hip meets her thigh. You want to cover every inch of her in adoration. At first it’s the chaste brush of your lips against her skin, then openmouthed, little licks, as you stare up at her with undisguised awe.
Galadriel’s smile is fond and generous. She cradles your head, strokes your hair back from your face and tucks it behind your ear, and simply enjoys each kiss you bestow, each little touch, with a quiet grace that comes from pure, unrepentant confidence.
When you trace the crook of your finger along the shape of her leg, up, up, up to brush against her core, you find her wet. Galadriel lets out a breath, then bends to your level to capture your lips with her own.
The kiss is sweet. She runs her tongue over the seam of your lips. You part for her without question. When the two of you pull back for air, you can’t help but kiss a line up her jaw, her cheek, straining to reach the sensitive shell of her ear. Galadriel laughs at this, then sinks to the ground with you until she’s fully within reach.
You can’t help but trace every shape of her now, map every muscle, chart the constellations of her freckled skin. Every bit of her is worthy of every bit of your love.
Galadriel reaches down, slips her hand between your legs, pushes two fingers inside you, and lets out a soft, pleased breath at the mewl you let out against her skin.
“So wet for me, perfect girl,” she murmurs.
“Always,” you whisper back. “Always for you.” 
She hums, pleased, captures your mouth again for a kiss. When you part a second time, you gently push her hand away and trail down her body, right between her legs, right where you belong.
Galadriel just lies back against the floor with another one of her soft sounds of approval, strokes your hair, and  --as you set to work paying her the attention she so rightfully deserves-- continues to say: “Perfect girl, beautiful girl. So good for me. You’re doing that so well--Just. Like. That.” 
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marimosalad · 1 year
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mvashnic · 1 year
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THRONES. Just arting out loud. Also, apparently alpha version Sauron was a cat, briefly. I’m dying.
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shirefantasies · 15 days
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Hey, babes!
Honestly I have brain rot for the idea of the ‘woman of the group does sexy dance to help mission’ trope and like LOTR boys. I also have brain rot for them hearing her sing ‘I Wanna Make Love To You’ by Etta James.
Anyway can I request the elves reactions to reader do a sexy burlesque/strip style dance? Like they in the audience and how they’d react.
By elves I mean: Elrond, Lindir, Thranduil, Legolas, Haldir and Arwen
OK I’M YELLING (I went ahead n threw our girl Galadriel in there cuz gotta catch em all right? 😁) there’s not really a mission lol but hope this does it justice! My latest D&D session the other night ended with burlesque performance so this feels like the perfect time to post this hehe
The Elves Reacting to F!Reader’s Burlesque Performance
Warnings: suggestive obviously 😆
Thranduil
Sure, he knew you’d all but been dared to set foot upon the stage, but something in your resolute expression and the long robe you wore had Thranduil’s eyebrows raising. Nary did he expect the way your hand shot out, grabbing the pole the moment the lights dimmed, or the way your robe dropped, revealing the lowest-cut, highest-slit dress he’d ever seen you in. Breath hitching, he watched as a long wave of fabric draped between your gorgeous legs, which wrapped around the pole as you climbed it. Eyes darkening as you spun, he could hardly help imagining what, or whom, else they could wind around so, and if he would ever be so blessed to see the confident air overtaking you again…
Legolas
Frowning, Legolas disappeared further into the gathering crowd. Gimli was the one who’d dared him to attend the show, telling him he was sure no pointy-ear could handle it. How could it be so, simply a performance? The crowd looked far too eager for you to be putting them into any sort of- oh. You emerged onto the stage, forearms and down covered with feathers like the wings of a great bird. Your legs were almost entirely bare, skirt minimal and bodice little more than a corset. Twirling and pirouetting into poses the woodland prince could only describe as suggestive, you beamed innocently at the crowd and hid behind your feathers, lashes fluttering. Another performer emerged behind you, hands on your waist and fingers deftly loosening your corset… Gripping the arms of his seat tighter, Legolas leaned in, a yearning in his own fingers readily accepting his friend’s latest challenge.
Haldir
A dancer you were. That was a known fact whispered among those familiar with you, often calling you something of a knife-dancer. Curiosity got the better of Haldir when scandal colored whispers of your performance right outside the woods. Was it dangerous, perhaps? Pride flowed into the little smile of anticipation he wore as fast-paced music filled the room and flames were snuffed, leading you to slide gracefully into the dim. Crouching, you crawled to the edge of the stage with a bloodthirsty grin that sent shivers down Haldir’s spine. Flicks of your wrists revealed your famed blades, which you twirled, tossed, and dragged gently along the length of your tongue. Brows raising, he found himself leaning forward with new interest. What sort of dance was- Coherent thought ceased immediately when you tossed your blades, caught them, and began slicing away at purposefully shoddy seams upon your outfit, revealing more and more until the elf was on the edge of his seat…
Galadriel
Hearing of a new form of entertainment served only to pique Galadriel’s curiosity and draw her from her frequent solitude. After all, if it was making her people happy… She did not expect to see a lone performer upon a platform, elaborately feathered fans covering most of her figure, but there you were. Clad all in white, at least from what she could see near your feet, you slowly closed the fans. The long swaths of fabric that hung near the ground begun only at your hips, the expanse of your legs utterly bare as you extended them, moving gracefully across the stage as your fans accentuated every curve and undulation of your body. Jerking, you rotated, hips swiveling as you happened to face the Lady of Lórien, and watching you through her lashes Galadriel felt a devilish smile rise to her lips. She saw exactly why there had been such a buzz…
Lindir
There had been talk of you giving a performance of some kind, but all Lindir had been able to retrieve on the subject was that he should quite like to be in the audience, so with a light heart he shuffled into the crowd, pleased to be quite close to the stage set up for you. Perhaps you’d learned a new instrument under his nose and wishes to surprise him with a performance! Perhaps- You slunk to the center clad in, oh dear, quite a sheer skirt. Feeling a rush of heat to his face, he tried to focus upon the swell of music, largely successful until you ripped your top off, hips swinging lower as your layers thinned and thinned… You froze momentarily, wearing little more than your corset, and made direct eye contact with Lindir, whose eyes widened and body felt quite faint. Slowly, deliberately, you took up your dance once more, grinning at him as you began unlacing the back of your garment. His hands shot up, half-covering his face, but he couldn’t help himself peeking again and again.
Elrond
Housing a troupe of performers was certainly an unusual set of circumstances, but not in the slightest beyond the reach of the great homely house. Indeed, at encouragement from Lindir to let music fill his halls, Elrond acquiesced to a performance, unknowing of the so-called ‘dancers’ who would emerge after the exuberant wind section. In fact, it wasn’t until they called you out that Elrond’s eyes widened, brows expressive as ever as they flexed in great shock. You were lowered down on ropes, sitting with your legs largely bared and swinging. Garments- quite the loose term- of drapery covered the rest of your form, but as you leaned back in your swing, you began twisting, swiveling, removing one veil after another… Elrond found himself looking this way and that, but his eyes could never leave you for long. Feeling his gaze darken and his hands flex, he wondered what he had gotten himself into…
Arwen
How scandalous could it be? Many a friend or even a family member or two had rolled eyes and whispered harshly about your performances, but Arwen was not afraid. No matter what it was said to be, she would experience it for it to be so in her mind. Thus she found herself in the audience of the very subject of contempt, the somewhat smaller ratio of maids to men not lost upon her. A great fount was all Arwen could see at the center of it all, at least until one bare leg slowly arched from its edge. Blinking, Arwen watched as it was followed by another, each of them kicking some water onto the crowd before your hands gripped the other side, flipping over to render most of your body visible. Hanging from the sides, you swiveled your hips, head innocently rested upon your folded arms as if your…ahem…rear end were not moving so. Sitting up, you let go, dropping back into the water with a splash before emerging again and grinningly tossing water on more patrons. Arwen found herself mirroring your expression, following your every motion with interest and a strange sense of elation.
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shia-the-buff · 2 years
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don't let me down, guys
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