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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 1 year

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OK sweet M

I have a request

A steamy make-out scene with Lord Galdor and fem reader

Maybe it takes place in his garden. Against a tree? In the berry patch? Idk but it's both sexy and fluffy 🍓

(Only if you're up for it, of course! I enjoy your writing! And also I need more content with him)

Well hello, hello! Now I'm assuming this is for Galdor of the Tree? If yes, awesome. And if you want more content, I'll be more than happy to write on it.

"Berry Picking"

Summary: After some time away, Galdor comes home and finds you picking strawberries. What a reunion it turns out to be.

Rating: 🔥 | Minors DNI | 18+

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Author's notes: I have only just started reading the Fall of Gondolin, so I'm mostly going on what I could glean from the web and Tumblr and what I remember from the Silm. Apologies in advance for any epic screwups.

It was a beautiful day. Then again, all the days had been beautiful now that summer had finally arrived. The days were warm, and the sky was a gorgeous clear blue. And the gardens bloomed. Oh, how they bloomed. There were flowers everywhere, of every kind. Gondolin was bathed in a riot colour and the air would always smell fragrant and sweet.

The House of the Tree was no exception. Well, maybe it was, after a fashion. There were more trees here than anywhere else in the city. More flowers and fruits, too. And it was here, in these gardens, that this story takes place.

"Where are you, little rose?" Galdor called out—sweet and clear—as he searched for you in the gardens.

He had just returned after some time away, still bright-eyed and full of energy. And he searched for you, looking all over his manse, the little courtyard in front. Finally, he went to the one other place he knew you would be. The gardens. Galdor looked and looked, near the fountains and around the rose bushes. Finally, after much searching, he found you. There you were, under the shade of old oak trees, near a wild strawberry patch, helping yourself to the ripe little berries that hung on little branches.

And you had not seen him, you had not heard him. He had the element of surprise. Galdor moved as swiftly as the wind and as silently as a cat. Within a few quick steps, he reached you, wrapped his arms around you, and swung you around while you squealed and giggled.

"My lord!" You cried, giddy and breathless, your arms hooking around his broad shoulders, your feet dangling over the ground while he effortlessly carried you. "How many times must I ask you not to sneak up on me like that?"

"One more time, little rose, as always," Galdor said, and hugged you tighter. He had missed you. He had missed you terribly. Rumors of orcs, goblins, and worse things roaming outside the boundaries of Gondolin had led to an increase in patrols and in watches all over the city, and as Lord of the House of the Tree, he had to be away a lot, overseeing his men. Now he was home and wanted to make the most of it. Oh, how he was going to make the most of it. "Did you miss me?"

"I did," you sighed softly, your fingers curling around hair that shone like polished copper in the dappled sunlight. "More than anything."

Galdor swallowed and pulled back, his lips barely hovering over yours. "Then kiss me, little rose," He eyed your lips, now stained a soft red from all the berries you had eaten. Oh, how he craved to taste those lips. "And show me how much you missed me."

You smiled—a deep, satisfying smile—before closing your eyes and leaning in.

That first kiss started out light, soft, and airy. Galdor savoured it—the softness of your lips, the sweetness of strawberries against his tongue. And you shivered when his arms tightened around your waist, when his tongue licked past your parted lips. You couldn't breathe or even think. All you wanted was more of that kiss, and you clung to him, hungry and needy, like you had been starved for weeks.

Galdor's moan was deep and throaty when you pressed yourself to him, your kiss just as needy and hungry as his. Slowl, he sanked to his knees, and settled over the soft earth of that strawberry patch. He heard nothing, not the soft breeze that blew through the trees or the birds that sang merrily. He gave no thought to the possibility of anyone seeing—not that anyone could, anyway. Not with all those oak trees and bushes around you both. All he felt, all he craved for, was you. And how you rewarded his craving. How you made him tremble when you scrambled over his lap and your legs hooked around his hips, when your fingers tugged at his hair, and when you returned his kiss with equal fire. He felt it, that tug at his gut, dark and primal, urging him to take. Galdor tried to fight it, to be gentle, but that urge kept growing and growing, and all he was filled with was the savage need to possess, to ravage and plunder, until you had nothing left to give.

"I missed this. The taste of you—" he hummed sweetly, his hands roaming over your hips and waist, his lips gliding over your chin, down your throat. The softness of your skin, the warmth and scent of it, overwhelmed him. "—The feel of you. The scent of you. How I missed all of you, little rose."

A gasp ripped through you when teeth grazed over and tugged at soft flesh, leaving patches of lavender and blue to spread in their wake. Galdor was always gentle, so very gentle, but this new side of him, his rough kisses, his greedy hands gliding all over your body, set you aflame. And the way your name rolled past his lips, the way he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, softly and repeatedly, like a prayer. "M-my l-lord," you moaned, a soft, needy moan, when heat pooled in your core. "I- I cannot get enough of what you're doing to me."

How those simple words undid him! Galdor growled approvingly, his mind going blind to all else. "Then will you permit me to take you, here, now?" He murmured and pulled back, to give you time to think. "Please let me. I have dreamed of nothing else but being one with you."

You looked up at him, and all you could see were desire and lust burning bright in those beautiful moss-green eyes of his. You went over his suggestion, to let him take you here, in the gardens... making love to you in the open, with nothing but the trees for protection... why the very idea was incredibly shocking, and so very erotic. To feel the grass against your back, him over you, and the sun shining down on you both—the image alone was tempting enough. And you had missed him, you had missed him terribly, and ached to feel him with you again. It was only the briefest of moments before you smiled, really smiled, and gave him your answer. "Yes," you said, sighing dreamily when he leaned in and kissed you on your forehead. "My answer is yes."

With a triumphant smile, Galdor picked you up and carried you deeper into the thicket of those oak trees, to a place where nobody could disturb either of you.

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ao3feed-tolkien · 1 year

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Out the Window

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/QrCSHeg

by XirinOfArvada

Elenwë and Turgon are convinced that Aldaron is hopeless after he runs away from a date by jumping out a window.

Words: 100, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 54 of From the Memoirs of the Eldar

Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Galdor of the Tree, Elenwë (Tolkien), Turgon of Gondolin

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arofili · 2 years

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elves of arda ◆ misc. noldor ◆ headcanon disclaimer

back to middle-earth month 2022 ◆ “I suppose I first learnt to be a servant by being a servant to the servants: the table in the servants hall to lay, the staff cutlery to clean and the staff meals to put on the table.” —Ernest King, referenced from Life Below Stairs in the 20th Century by Pamela Horn.

Though the great tales of the Quenta Silmarillion focus primarily upon the deeds of the princes of the Eldar, for each lord and lady there were many followers and servants who swore allegiance to their nobility. Among these were soldiers who fought and died for their lieges, stewards who kept palaces running smoothly, and farmers who tilled the earth, providing food for mighty kingdoms. Few tales of these servants are recorded, but some left such an impact upon their masters that their names survived to later days. Aldaron was a Noldo of Tirion who faithfully served his lady, Írimë Lalwendë. He followed her across the Grinding Ice and into Beleriand, and was among the few retainers who accompanied her to the Falas when she went to solidify an alliance with Círdan. Among the Sindar, Aldaron’s name became Galdor, and he was quick to befriend the people of Brithombar and Eglarest, learning their customs and sharing his knowledge with his lady. As much as he was a servant, Galdor was also a scholar, and dutifully recorded all he knew of this place and people he had grown to call home. Galdor outlived Lalwen, who fell in the War of Wrath, but he had little desire to return to Aman when given the chance. Instead he pledged his service to Círdan, aiding him in the construction of Mithlond in Lindon, where he devoted himself to preserving a record of the House of Finwë and those who served them. Though much of Galdor’s notes were lost or destroyed over the Ages, Elrond Peredhel took an especial interest in the servants of the sons of Fëanor who raised him, and preserved portions of his writing pertaining to their most faithful vassals. Thus he learned of Cúlalmion, the right hand of Maglor Fëanorion, a brave soldier who saved his lord’s life at the First Kinslaying and many times after in Beleriand. Cúlalmion fell defending Maglor’s Gap in the Dagor Bragollach, and from Galdor’s records Elrond discovered that Maglor’s famous Lament of Flame was composed chiefly to honor this most faithful companion. Athaenir was the valet of High King Fingon, a friend of his from his youth who stuck by his prince’s side through many hardships. He was one of the few people to whom Fingon confessed his marriage in the early days, and the only one to know of Fingon’s plans when he departed save his husband from Angband. Fingon’s complete trust in Athaenir earned him admiration from even Maedhros, and he alone of the Nolofinwëan servants was granted access to the innermost chambers of Himring. Athaenir remained in Barad Eithel amidst the Fifth Battle, and fell in its defense when the armies of Morgoth overrun Hithlum in the wake of his lord’s defeat. Ferior was the steward of Himring, and one of the few people Maedhros trusted with all his fortress’s secrets. They had originally been an attendant of Maedhros’ father Fëanor, and after his death they entered the service of his sons. Throughout Maedhros’ captivity in Angband, Ferior dealt with the fierce tempers of his brothers as best they could, and was relieved when he returned to wrangle them more effectively than they ever could. Yet Ferior’s determination and resolve impressed Maedhros, and so he offered them a place in his staff, which they accepted gladly. Ferior was an incredibly efficient steward, and some of their records survived long past their death in the fall of Himring, rescued by their apprentice and successor Erestor, who was able to fill in the gaps of their story when Elrond approached him with questions about their life. Maedhros was not the most forthcoming storyteller in Elrond’s youth, but he was an excellent teacher, and when he offered examples of battle tactics often his explanations would include an anecdote of his chief captain, Redoril. She was an ex-thrall who escaped Angband alongside Rōka and Tauren in the beginning of the First Age, but where the leaders of that rebellion followed Turgon to Gondolin, Redoril entered the service of Maedhros, eager to avenge herself against Morgoth. She was Avarin in origin, and though she spoke little of her past and how she came to be sundered from her people, she revealed to Maedhros that she was of the Cuind, a northern tribe whose settlements had long been targeted by the Shadow. Yet she did not speak the name of her birth, going only by the Sindarin moniker she took upon her escape, signifying “pathfinder” for her skill in tracking both game and enemies alike. Redoril was swift and deadly in battle, grim-minded like her lord and fiercely devoted to him beyond the typical bonds of fealty. She survived the Nírnaeth Arnœdiad and followed Maedhros into a wild and woodland life among the Laikwendi, her distant kin; it was thanks to her scouting missions that a path to Amon Ereb was discovered and the sons of Fëanor were able to return to that southern fortress. Redoril was slain in Doriath, defending Maedhros to her last breath, and she was given much the same honors as his brothers in the funeral rites that followed the Second Kinslaying. All these tales and more were collected by Galdor, who dwelt in Mithlond for many Ages. Disaster and war scattered much of his writings, but he was a frequent visitor to Imladris, where he would take counsel with Elrond about matters of the past. He was Círdan’s representative from the Havens at the Council of Elrond, and after Elrond departed Middle-earth at the end of the Third Age, Galdor took up residence in the quiet valley, putting its affairs in order. Eventually, when Círdan and Celeborn at last embarked upon the Last Ship for Valinor, Galdor accompanied them to the land of his birth, hoping to reunite with Lady Lalwen and meet the people whose stories he had gathered secondhand.

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absynthe--minded · 3 years

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gondolin week headcanons 2/?: the Twelve Houses and their focuses

House of the King: speaks for itself, tbh. governmental and bureaucratic business, tax collection and accounting, public holidays and feasts, the nuts and bolts of running a city. you come here if you really have a fire under your ass for public service, or if you think that the world ought to function like one big game of Tetris where everything fits together on the fly.

House of the Wing: the smallest and least interesting of the twelve Houses, composed of Lord Tuor’s retinue and staff. it didn’t exist long enough to develop an identity of its own, sadly.

House of the Mole: mining, crafting with novel or new processes and metals, metallurgy and geology. unusual, compared to the other Houses. most of the folk of the city who enter into sworn service are friendly, and like being social, and like other people, and facilitate good relationships with other members of other Houses. these people do not. you go into the House of the Mole and you basically never come out. nobody really knows what it is about this tight-knit group of miners and craftsmen, as there are other miners and other craftsmen in Gondolin who think the Mole-folk are strange for being so antisocial. But Maeglin is charismatic as hell, and they’re all devoted to him

House of the Tree: botany and agriculture. they oversee most of Gondolin’s food production on an administrative level, and they selectively breed crops. Aldaron (“Galdor”) would be characterized as a health nut if he lived today - his diet is 95% plants, and he makes fruit juice daily, and he has a beloved sprout garden that he treats like it’s full of kittens.

House of the Tower of Snow: swordplay as a martial art. Snow is led by Pendelot (“Penlod”), who took it over after the untimely death of his husband Nikalantë, and in honor of said husband’s passions, he set up the House of the Tower of Snow as one of a few more martial Houses. they’re very serious about the philosophy of a warrior’s life, as opposed to just being jocks, and as a result they’re the second-smallest of all the Houses, since they tend to be something of an insular group devoted to the memory of their fallen Lord.

House of the Pillar: academic scholarship of all sorts, theoretical mathematics, history, research, library science, and a scriptorium. Pendelot is not a warrior, and this was his haven. The main House itself was a massive library with dormitories and residences contained within its walls, and they were also responsible for paper and parchment production.

House of the Heavenly Arch: engineering and architecture, city planning. They were one of three Houses focusing on city maintenance and upkeep, and they tended more towards design and applied physics/mathematics in architecture and blueprints. They would decide how something ought to look, and put together proposals and mock-ups, and pass it on for actual construction.

House of the Swallow: another martial house, this time focusing on archery. Tuilindo (“Duilin”) is an expert shot, and he enjoys sparring and competing and essentially being a jock. His folk were the majority of the city guards, though each House had its own force of watchmen, and the King had an honor guard with Aldaron as its captain and the King’s Champion.

House of the Fountain: construction, city upkeep, aqueducts and waterways. Aegthel (“Ecthelion”, “Aicatillë”) did a lot of stonework himself, though he also delegated when it suited him. They get the plans and blueprints that the Heavenly Arch designs, and put them into action by working with the House of the Hammer of Wrath. Aegthel built the fountain that he drowned in personally, and enchanted it with a lot of Song to purge out evil.

House of the Golden Flower: plants, and ornamental gardens, with a focus on aesthetics. The House of the Tree grows things that feed people, the House of the Golden Flower grows things that look pretty. Laurëfindil (“Glorfindel”) is not a soldier at heart, despite his fondness for sparring and his prowess in battle, and he enjoys having a discipline that takes time and effort but exists away from war.

House of the Hammer of Wrath: forgecraft, ironworks, foundry, city planning and construction. Rôg enjoys hard work, and his people do too. He serves as the head of a House that’s a safe haven for all who were touched by Angamando, and the folk of his House are hardy and determined in battle, but their passion is in building things. They’re guaranteed to be a good time at parties.

House of the Harp: woodworking and carving, instrument making, livestock and horses. Salakanto (“Salgant”) is a kindhearted fellow, who gets attached to everything on a deep emotional level and makes friends easily, and his folk aren’t different. Because of this, they breed cattle and hogs and sheep and goats and rabbits and poultry for animal agriculture, and their livestock live well.

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yellow-faerie · 3 years

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CONGRATULATIONS ON THE 100!!!!! Here's some confetti 🎊🎊🎊🎊

So, I saw this prompt “I love you from the bottom of my heart but I don’t trust your cooking. Stay out of my kitchen.” and immediately thought, oh this is definitely Galdor @ Elenwë when they were rooming together.

(So..yes, this is a request snsns) :D fluff or angst, doesn't matter, your call, CONGRATS AGAIN!!!

Thank you so much!!! I put your confetti in my confetti pot. I’m using Galdor’s Quenya name, Aldaron here (I think this is his Quenya name anyway).

From this prompt list.

35 - “I love you from the bottom of my heart but I don’t trust your cooking. Stay out of my kitchen.”

Elenwë leans across the countertop and Aldaron has to resist the urge to move the bowl of raw pastry from her reach.

He knows, logically, that her mere presence will not spoil any of his cooking but then again, he does wonder if one day she will gain that power and he will continue on unaware until it is too late.

“You’re being dramatic,” She says, rolling her eyes. “I can practically hear you coming up with ridiculous thoughts again.”

“They are not ridiculous. You could burn water if left alone.”

“I know you can’t burn water.”

“You could do it.”

She sticks her tongue out and leans back, as if to retreat to the settee by the window.

Naïvely, Aldaron believes this to be the case and turns to check on the vegetables he is frying to go into the pastries.

“What’re you making?”

Aldaron jumps as Elenwë’s arms snake around his middle and she drops her chin on Aldaron’s shoulder.

He sighs. “Elenwë.”

“Aldaron.”

She pouts and Aldaron has to contain a laugh. “I love you from the bottom of my heart,” He says, tapping her lightly on the nose with his finger. “But I don’t trust your cooking.”

He picks her bodily from the ground and heaves her over his shoulder. She hits him on the back as he walks her out of the room and into her bedroom.

He throws her down onto her bed and blows a loose lock of hair from his face as he puts his hands firmly on his hips.

“Stay out of my kitchen.”

“You are a horrible person.”

“I don’t want either of us to get food poisoning.”

She groans loudly, throwing an arm over her face. But there is a faint smile on her lips and Aldaron knows no harm has truly been done.

“Now, unless you want supper to burn, I’ll be going back.” He turns to go but sees Elenwë peek at him thoughtfully. “And don’t follow me,” He adds and she slumps back.

He thinks that that will give him five minutes of peace to finish rolling the pastry.

Probably.

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doodle-pops · 1 year

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Galdor SFW Relationship Alphabet

Request: Would you be open to doing a Galdor relationship alphabet?I wonder how people would feel about that one. I just think he doesn’t get enough love lol. 💕 - anon

A/N: This was enjoyable to write. Something soft among the heavy writing.

A is for Affection – how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?

My sweet and gentle Lord of the House of Trees treats you as if you are one of his flowers – with tender-loving care. It is shown in all his actions, from the gift-giving to the words of affirmation to his signs of physical affection. As Galdor is a gentle-natured elf who adores nature and would love to share that part of his life with you, expect lots of flowers to be delivered swiftly to your doorstep or personally by him. He uses plants as a way of expressing his emotions and feelings towards you. From sunflowers to tulips to roses, Galdor has them all and understands the heavy significance that each plant bears and wants to share their meanings. There is always a smile and a compliment or praise that follows as your flowers are handed over. Galdor never runs out of the sweetest words to make your day and he always compares you to the rarest and the most beautiful flower of them all – the one that blooms once in a lifetime, and he was most blessed to have found them.

B is for Best friend – what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?

A very calm and gentle level-headed friend Galdor would be for and to you. There isn’t any need to feel left out or neglected, Galdor does his best to always be around and provide warmth and sunshine in your life as a friend. The most philosophical advice is provided and sometimes it makes you wonder if he’s secretly a loremaster from his speeches, very articulate and uplifting. He isn’t strict will the rules like his other friends, he believes that there are times a little rule-breaking can be done so long as it isn’t severely dangerous – he hates the idea of you jeopardizing your life. He will swoop in to save you, followed by a serious talk about your safety. A very loyal friend who would stand at your side and defend you to the last, you could not have asked for a better friend than Galdor.

C is for Cuddles – do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?

Your favourite time to cuddle Galdor is usually when he returns from the garden. You’ve claimed that he has the most aromatic scents of all the flowers he’s mingled with. It has caused you far too many times to bury your nose into his body (clothes or not) and inhale his scent which takes him off guard each time. To you, his scent is peaceful and alleviating, it takes away all the stress and worries you would have had on your mind all day or week, and Galdor could not be any happier to assist. When he cuddles, at first, he’ll let you be the one to contort your body around his and then wrap his arms around you. He loves when you lie atop him, your weight is nothing in comparison to what he could manage, and this leads to you both falling asleep on evenings like this.

D is for Domestic – do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?

As the Lord of the House of the Trees, I do believe that Galdor is capable of cooking and cleaning given that his house deals with medicine, thus a clean and healthy environment. There are times when he’d walk in and observe you tidying, and should he not be busy, Galdor would happily assist without a care in the world. To him, once he’s with you, it doesn’t matter what crazy or strange actions you’re performing, he’s at peace and his happiest. Domestic life does not bother Galdor at all, if anything, he would love to have a domestic life with you and because of this, he cuts out a portion of his week or month for the two of you to cook and clean among yourselves.

E is for Ending – if they had to break up with their s/o, how would they do it? why would they do it?

I can’t imagine Galdor wanting to openly end things with you because there is literally no reason presented for such actions to exist. However, let’s say that something did come about to cause a split, Galdor would be frozen, and all senses would have left his mind, body and soul. He would just be standing there as you explain tearfully why you have to leave him, unable to comprehend a word after ‘I think we should end our relationship’ flew past your lips. It wouldn’t be until you finished and were making your way out, you would feel two strong yet soft hands gripping yours silently. He would be shaking as tears flowed absentmindedly from his eyes with a look of a kicked puppy (why would you leave/hurt this elf?).

F is for Fiancé(e) – how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?

Nervous but ecstatic about marrying you one day. It’s been his dream and the first vision he saw the moment he laid eyes on you – your future with him. He does this little countdown in his head until the right moment to propose to you and makes himself jittery. The moment Galdor decided that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, nothing could and would ever be allowed to stand in his way. He’s an elf of sheer will and determination and will make his dreams could through. The thoughts of being your spouse, your forever and always would always make him float above the clouds with the sweetest smile on his face.

G is for Gentle – how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?

The same way he tends to his patients and garden is the same way Galdor handles you both emotionally and physically. With the utmost care and patience in the world – he is an extremely patient person. If you were emotionally or mentally hurt, you can count on Galdor to care for and nurse you back to proper health, he has a way with words that heals the soul when he speaks – a sweet aspect of being a healer. Your emotions are a part of you, and he would never disrespect or bring about hurt intentions to you and them, both you and your emotions are treated like his plants, with delicacy and love. As for the physical aspect, Galdor understands that he’s a warrior and that means he buff, so there need to be some borders drawn with it comes to his touch. He doesn’t want to accidentally injure you with his weight or roughness when he’s play fighting.

H is for Hugs – do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?

To Galdor, your hugs are the cure to his world of problems, just throw your arms around his shoulders and bury your face in his neck or litter his face in millions of kisses and watch as he melts. I’m serious, he’ll literally melt into a puddle of mush in his seat with a blush on his face. When Galdor reciprocates, his hugs are full of love and warmth. Just like him, you melt in his arms – it’s like you both become cats when you hug each other. The quiet purr that he’d let out as your hand strokes his hair and raked your nails through his scalp. He loves to give you little twirls when he hugs you, just lift you into the air and listen to your laughter.

I is for I love you – how do they say the l-word? when do they say the l-word?

Galdor’s most famous way of saying ‘I love you’ is through the gifting of flowers. From tulips and sunflowers to red roses, Galdor knows every flower and every meaning, thus he uses them to his advantage to speak about his undying love. He loves to use ‘the actions speak louder than words’ saying to prove that he doesn’t have to say the words for you to know his love is there. The little twinkle in your eyes as he gifts his flowers to you creates butterflies in his stomach and sprout wings from his back to fly. However, this does not mean that Galdor does not say ‘I love you’ verbally, he does very often indulge his speaking such sacred and devoted words. The power of his words how could make your entire day turn into rainbows and sunshine.

J is for Jealousy – how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?

Not a jealous person due to his friendly disposition and understanding of you having friends and requiring time with them, just please don’t attempt to make him jealous. Galdor isn’t one of those persons who the prank would work very well on, he’d take it as you being unsatisfied in your relationship with him. He doesn’t see the need to make him jealous and play with his emotions like that, if you have something to say, just say it. Upsetting him to that extent would prompt him to reduce his interactions and talks with you, he might go out of his way to avoid you if he learns of your reason being so, but if it’s someone making a move on you, then Galdor becomes protective. His stance beside or behind you as the person doesn’t get the hint would change into him wrapping an arm around your waist and respectfully prying you away from the conservation.

K is for Kisses – what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?

Galdor’s kisses are heavenly, they’ll give you wings and make you sore high above the clouds – his soft petal-like lips feel heavenly once they touch yours. First, Galdor would bring a hand to cradle your face, swiping his thumb tenderly across your cheeks while staring lovingly into your eyes. His lips would hover over yours, brushing against each other like snowflakes causing a faint blush to appear on either face. With a hand around your waist and the other cupping your chin, Galdor would lean in to place a feathery kiss before deepening and adding greater emotions. The number of somersaults and backflips your stomach had done, you were surprised you were still standing. His kisses leave you breathless, not because of the intensity, but because of the raw emotions behind them – he pours his heart and soul into his kisses.

L is for Little ones – how are they around children?

Galdor becomes somewhat of an overexcited puppy when he’s around children, he resorts to his once younger self, remembering his childhood days and is quick to interact and play any amount of games. Children flock to him because of all the flower crowns he makes for them, making them feel like they’re little princes and princesses. Singing songs and holding their hands while running around the gardens or playing hide and seek, you see Galdor in a blissful state. It’s not a chaotic sight like for other lords, but you can see the peacefulness on his face when he’s surrounded by them, he hasn’t need to worry about war or politics, just playing with children.

M is for Morning – how are mornings spent with them?

Mornings are quiet and filled with soft whispers and touches as Galdor would pull you into his embrace and shower you in affection. He opts to spend extra time in bed with you when he hasn’t any meetings or sparring with other lords. The soft morning light seeps through the curtains and Arien’s rays tickle your skin as you cuddle against his side. The light snores as he’s lulled into another sleep because he’s tired from paperwork. His hair sprawled out around him, some on his face but Galdor doesn’t care because you’re in his arms as he rests.

N is for Night – how are nights spent with them?

Nights have been spent either dancing with him in the kitchen as the chefs have returned home and a pot is bubbling away on the stove, or you both sit under the night sky discussing millions of things. Galdor doesn’t mind; once he’s with you, you’re happy. The pot is bubbling away and Galdor has you in his embrace, twirling you carefully before pulling you back in with laughter with tender hands on your waist. Perhaps, he will take you to dance in his garden under the starry night sky and fall in love with you again.

O is for Open – when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?

A very patient fellow who doesn’t believe in rushing things (he’s a healer and gardener, everything has its time). He believes that when the time is right, all things will reveal themselves when necessary. If you've to know his favourite colour next week and not today, he wouldn’t rush, in due time you would know. He doesn’t believe that he has anything to hide since he’s never done anything terrible, the most he’d be reluctant to reveal might be an embarrassing memory from his youthful days. But Galdor is still ever-so excited to reveal all his tidbits about himself. In return, he hopes that you can reciprocate the same without hiding or lying.

P is for Patience – how easily angered are they?

Making this elf crack requires excellent levels of strategic thought because he isn’t the type to be angered over the simplest things. You could prank him, and he’d smile or laugh or ask questions if he’s confused about the idea. Things like war and Morgoth or kinslaying are just some of the topics that he refuses to engage with because his temper rises at the mentions. What would truly make Galdor break down a wall without any problem is you. Your safety is his biggest concern and whenever he learns about your life being in danger, every cell in his body tells him to go berserk. He once saw another elf threatening you in broad daylight and the speed at which he moved to save you was unbelievable. Galdor was about to get physical.

Q is for Quizzes – how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing? Or do they kind of forget everything?

Galdor keeps the very memory of you alive whether you’ve left him or not, he never wants to forget you even if it costs him an arm or leg or even his heart and soul. Every flower of his reminds him of you, your smile or a memory of you both. His heart breaks when they flood his mind at random moments, and he can’t help but break down. he’s very in touch with his emotions and isn’t afraid to show them openly. He’s in pain at your loss, why should he hide it when everyone is aware. Nothing slips his mind, even down to the colour of the hairpins you wore during your first date and how many beads they had, he remembers, and he curses himself for his perfect memory. This was the one time he wished his memory wasn’t great.

R is for Remember – what is their favourite moment in your relationship?

He remembers during your time together; you had once asked him when his date of birth was catching him off guard. It’s not that he doesn’t remember, it’s just that he didn’t see the purpose given that he had already passed maturity centuries ago and there wasn’t a need to celebrate. But when you managed to coax the answer out of him, you woke him up on the morning of his birthday with flowers, cake and breakfast, singing him ‘Happy Birthday’ in your mother tongue. It was the first time he experienced a human custom of yours and he was overly touched by the thoughtfulness and effort you when into making him feel remembered. Now, he looks forward to his birthday every year because of you.

S is for Security – how (over)protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?

This all depends on the situation because Galdor isn’t one for being overprotective like the others. Gondolin was one of the safest kingdoms in all of Beleriand at the time so there wasn’t any need to become paranoid. However, if it was during the time Eol made his appearance in the city, then Galdor would station no less than four of his best men to your side. He doesn’t want you near the palace or Eol of the sort, he’d ask for you to stay indoors until everything was dealt with. Other than that, you haven’t to worry about Galdor stationing guards to your side everywhere you go about in the city, he’s a free-spirited person and understands the requirement for freedom.

T is for Try – how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?

He never does anything half-assed, as do all of the other elves. Nothing unpleasant and only the very best for you. Even if he cannot obtain a particular gift for you, he manages to outdo himself by receiving a new and improved item you didn’t believe you needed. The environments for all your dates are quiet, he’s a bit of an introvert and enjoys the peace and tranquil ambience that his gardens or estate provide, so more of your dates are held around the area. Galdor ensures that everything he does for you is deep and meaningful, he wants for you and hopes that you feel every emotion he’s pouring into every action he does – even the simplest.

U is for Ugly – what would be some bad habits of theirs?

This is a hard nut to crack because I doubt Galdor has an ugly side to him, however, I can say that he might be a bit too optimistic with his view on life but not to the extent as Glorfindel. As a healer and a gardener, his perspective on life is that everything can be fixed and cured,, thus it’s a bit hard for him to grasp that at times not everything can be. He tries his best to help you to see that nothing is forever stuck in negativity, leaning into understanding your side of thoughts, but it isn’t forever. As a very bubbly and lively person, he despises that you never attempt to see that everything can be better and save.

V is for Vanity – how concerned are they with their looks?

I don’t precisely see Galdor being heavily concerned about his looks as others but that doesn’t mean that he’s not in touch with his appearance. Galdor is a warrior who has gained a multitude of scars from all the battles he fought, thus worrying about his looks is the last thing he’d focus on. He does ensure that his attire is neat and clean, not wanting to give off a lackadaisical aura. You don’t have to worry about him slacking off with his looks because he’s not an untidy person, he’s just not flamboyant with his attire like others.

W is for Whole – would they feel incomplete without you?

You know that the look on dogs' faces whenever you’re gone for only two minutes, they act as if their entire world has returned to them because they would have died had they not, that’s how Galdor feels on the inside when he sees you. Imagine how broken he will be when you’re gone from his life, just imagine a broken-hearted animal. His entire aura diminishes, and he sags. His actions become lethargic, and he eases up on the amount of heart and soul he puts into his work. No ear-splitting smiles or tinkering laughter, it’s now forced smiles and quiet chuckles that sound like scoffing. His other half has left his life and all he is left with are memories – memories he wishes he could hold and talk to and get a response to.

X is for Xtra – (a) random headcanon(s) for them

Every morning you wake, a flower crown lays on your doorstep or vanity with a poetic note attached. Have no fear, Galdor also wears a matching flower crown and hopes that you wear yours that way, the two of you can be a matching couple. Because of this, he’ll ask you what colours you’re going to be wearing the following day so he can make a crown to match your attire.

Y is for Yuck – what are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?

He wouldn’t like an overly aggressive and controlling lover. Galdor ensures that he gives you all the space you require to avoid choking you and hopes you also make time for him. He does his damn best to be the most faithful love to you (and he is) so please don’t attempt to rile him up with pretentious flirtations to make him jealous. Galdor draws the line and isn’t tolerate being belittled because you want to spice things up a bit or you enjoy seeing him jealous and angry. You can say goodbye to his faith and trust in you, so please don’t be someone like that.

Z is for Zzz – what are some sleep habits of theirs?

He sleeps on his back or side and would have you in his arms, either on top of him or curled up at the side. His arms would be lazily thrown over you allowing you to roll around the bed if it pleases you, though he hates when you roll out his arms. Galdor has the tendency to search for your body during the night whenever you roll away from him and once he finds you, he’ll shuffle close to pull you back into his embrace. He does this little grumble when you leave his arms as he snuggles you.

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