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aronoiiel · an hour ago
You k kw what really kind of upsets m is the lack of Glorfindel/Angmar interraction. I mean heree we have an elf returned from the Halls by both his own choice and aome bulkying from the Valar. And yet. The Necromancer King himself and his primary general are not interested in elfknapping and corrupting him???? Given his return if in theorybeas before Ost-inEdhil fell Sauron would be at the height of his power. So. Why did he not steal a Wizard level powehouse and torment him into his own keep?
Or I mean at least place him in captivity.
No this isnt me projecting my depressive crap on Glorfindel torment. Its just a scientific question. Its for research. And the betterment of society.
(Also this is high key relevant to my Glorfindel was adopted by Fingolfin as an elfling thoughts)
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sauronnaise · 6 hours ago
«Vertbois-le-Grand s'assombrit. Les forces de Sauron se multiplient dans le royaume. Les Elfes sylvains s'affaiblissent. Avant qu'il ne soit trop tard, avant que le monde ne s'écroule complètement, Thranduil envoie son fils explorer la Terre du Milieu. Legolas n'a jamais quitté sa forêt. Le prince voyage et se joint aux Rangers du Nord, et son chemin croise celui des fils d'Elrond.
Elladan le suit.»
I posted an Elladan/Legolas oneshot in French. French is my native language and it was a pleasure to write in my mother tongue ^^
The epilogue of Moonlight Sonata and the chapter 17 of The Lord of the Rocks are posted!
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themerriweathermage · 7 hours ago
Beauty in Brokenness Pt. 12
You and Glorfindel spend some time together and you make the plans to renovate his talan. Elrond learns that you’ve been communing with Iluvatar. Surprisingly, Lindir, Erestor, and Elrond also help you work on Glorfindel’s talan.
Series Tag: @smaugs-guardian @ladylizzieofdarbyshire @moony-artnstuff
Forever Tag: @bonjour-rainycity @theelvenhaven
Warnings: None, just some domestic fluff
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You could feel Glorfindel’s presence nearby, soft, warm, comforting, and then very rapid and angry sounding Elvish, followed by the sound of someone actually being slapped. You stirred, throwing on a tunic and some leggings, tucking into yourself as you stepped outside the bedroom to see Elrond holding a hand to his reddened cheek and Glorfindel, bright as day, barely in a nightshirt and leggings, hands on his hips, spouting angrily.
“Hm.” The sound drew both their attention to you. “Well good morning to both of you. I caught about three words in that conversation and I’m fairly certain one of them was a curse.”
“I... came to apologize.” Elrond murmured. “The way I’ve been acting isn’t fair to either of you, and I should be happy that a fellow warrior has found someone who loves him. I’m sorry, that I’ve been crude and callous to you. I... don’t know what’s come over me or Erestor.”
“I do. The problem has been rectified.” You replied.
“I’m afraid I don’t understand.”
“I don’t need you to understand. I'm pretty sure that if you heard any of the conversation I had with your so-called ‘god’, you’d drop dead.”
“You’ve... been communing with Iluvatar?” Elrond asked. 
“Yes, and the problem has been fixed.” You replied. “Stars, you know, you want to do anything right, you’ve got to do it yourself. So why subject myself to the abuse and the vitriol; I simply got rid of the thing making you act like a jealous ellon who can’t stick his...”
“Ahem!” Glorfindel cleared his throat pointedly. “You’ve made your point.”
“I’m just saying; the next time someone accuses me of not taking things seriously without cause may find that they’ve been made into a lovely pincushion. ‘M going back to bed for some much needed rest because hours on horseback makes you remember there are muscles you don’t use in everyday walks of life.” You replied, heading back into the bedroom. “And tell Erestor I said thank you; he apparently has good taste in clothing!” You snapped the door shut and sank back into the bed with a groan.
There was a knock at the door and you ignored it. “Are you alright?” Glorfindel asked.
“You can come in.” There was an amused sound as Glorfindel opened the door, sinking into the bed with you.
“You about told him that he couldn’t stick his...”
“Oh what? He can’t.” You muttered, stretching out and wrapping your arms around him. “Maybe someone special will get that privilege.” You whispered, laying your head on his chest. 
“Mmm...” He purred out softly, wrapping his arm over your shoulders. “That wasn’t the only reason he was here. As per custom, he is giving me a year off and even advised us to travel if we so desired. I told him that you wanted to renovate, is that how you said it, my talan and we would be spending time together, that all decisions would be made mutually. Sound fair?”
“Mhm.” You snuggled into his side, holding him close.
“Also Maenon said there was a delay on the rings. Something about... well he said his silver was stolen by a gaggle of ellyth. Apparently some people really are jealous of your position.”
“I wasn’t lying.” You murmured.
“No, I don’t think you would do it to hurt someone.” He replied. “Were you serious about going back to sleep? Should I move?”
“Nope.” You whispered. “I just need a few more hours, and you can definitely stay.” He laughed at your comment but gave in to the warmth beneath the blanket, holding you close as you dozed off, eventually falling asleep himself.
You woke with a gasp, needing a moment to orient yourself. The nightmare, you’d felt, had been real enough to send pain rocketing through your body and now you were just trying to calm yourself down. You felt Glorfindel’s warmth beside you, concern spiraling through his voice as he tried to ask you what was wrong, but it was all hazy. 
“Y/N. Y/N!” His voice finally cut through to you.
“I need... a hug.” You replied quietly, and his arms came around you, holding you close, holding you tightly. You melted to his touch, sinking into his arms. 
“Are you alright?” Glorfindel asked quietly. “Your heart is racing.”
“Just a nightmare. Dreamed about home.”
“Do you miss it?”
“I don’t know. That was horrible.” You shivered, nesting against him. “I dreamed I was dead. Which I suppose I am. I think I died in one world and my spirit went to another, this one. Too bad this new body had to have all the ailments of the other one too.” You pressed a hand to your chest, taking in deep breaths and willing your heart rate to come down. “Sometimes I wish I weren’t so limited. We were talking yesterday about physical ailments, about genetics, and so much was passed down to me, that I wish wasn’t.”
“Maybe you could teach it to us.” Glorfindel murmured.
“Doubtful. Not because I think you’re incapable of learning but because my own capacity is limited. I know enough to get by with my conditions, but I’m not particularly in tune well with how the human body works.”
“We have medical textbooks in our library. Do you think one of them would help you to explain it?”
“Plausible.” You replied, coming back down to his level, pressing your forehead against his in a tender gesture, kissing the tip of his nose. “Whatever did I do to deserve you?” You asked softly. 
“Do you ever think you don’t deserve me?” Glorfindel asked.
“I mean, you, the Balrog-Slayer, and me, just a normal human.” You murmured. “Sometimes, you know. I mean you’re very accomplished and I’m just me. I have no noble deeds to speak of. I’m selfish and I have flaws, and you’re very sweet and kind. And yet you somehow want to stay at my side regardless.”
“Mmm... I don’t think you’re selfish. I think you see things that are very clear cut for you that may not be so for the race of elves. So you worry that we see them as selfish, when in reality, you are doing what is best for you.” Glorfindel murmured. You stared at him for a moment.
“If only all elves were as pragmatic as you. My life would be simpler.”
“You’re talking to someone who died once. My views are different than most of my kind. But enough about me. What would you like to do today? We have all the time in the world.” Glorfindel asked.
“How about breakfast... or lunch probably at this point?” 
“Lunch it is. Is the marketplace okay? I know you don’t do crowds...”
“Alone. I can’t handle crowds alone.” You corrected softly. “No need to walk on eggshells. I can aspire to tell you if something makes me uncomfortable.”
“Your body language is also easier to read than I think reading elves would be. We’re fairly good at maintaining neutrality.” Glorfindel murmured, getting up. “Let me get dressed.”
So that was how the two of you ended up walking through the marketplace yet again. This time you had a plan in mind that wasn’t just lunch, and Glorfindel was more than happy to acquiesce buying you whatever your heart wanted. You settled on a blank parchment book and a few pencils, sketching out the layout of his talan, and thinking for a few moments before beginning to add some details. You were momentarily distracted by the commotion in the square before you, but Glorfindel was returning with lunch and you asked him about it.
“They are preparing for the summer solstice festival.”
“Can we... go?”
“Of course, though I’ll warn you now; it will be busy.”
“I’ll let you know if I’m overwhelmed.” You murmured, partaking in the lunch with him. “Got a feeling you could split a crowd in seconds if you really wanted to.” He only smiled, and you nudged the book in his direction. “What do you think about this?”
“Is this my talan? You remembered it from just a night?”
“Of course. It’s easy to familiarize yourself with something when you’ve been there.” You replied.
“It’s simple.”
“Do you want something fancier?” You asked.
“Oh. No. I want to see what you have in mind.” Glorfindel replied, seeing some hesitation on your face.
So on the morning of the start of the festival just a few days later, you blindfolded Glorfindel and led him back to his talan. It was simpler, more refreshed, but still his somehow. “You aren’t peeking right?” 
“I promise.” Glorfindel murmured.
“Okay, and... ta da!” You took the blindfold off. You had kept most of the original furniture, but what took his breath away was the painting in the back of the room that literally lit up the whole talan. “Lindir helped me with some of it, and we moved a lot of the paintings into the library. Since you had your own little section before, we spruced it up, and now you can politely decline any gifts that feature your face since they’ll all be going to the library and Erestor has a painting limit.” Glorfindel placed his hand against the back wall, the sunflower massive under his hand.
“Did you paint this?” He asked. You nodded slowly. “It’s beautiful.”
“You like it?” You asked nervously.
“What is it?”
“A sunflower. I... don’t think you have them here, but it’s you.” Glorfindel tilted his head to the side. “It’s what you remind me of.”
“A sunflower?”
“Bright, bold, beautiful...” You blushed furiously. He crossed the room to take your hands in his own, pressing a kiss to your heated cheek.
“It’s marvelous. I appreciate what you’ve done.” He whispered softly. “You certainly know how to make a place livable.”
“Well, Lindir helped me out some. And and... Erestor apologized, and told me that if I ever needed anything I was more than welcome to ask him, and even Elrond...” You finally pulled out something that Glorfindel wasn’t familiar with. “Out of all the instruments in the markets, there was a human manning the stall and he bought me this. Oh, isn’t it wonderful?”
“Do you know how to play it?” Glorfindel asked.
“I mean... a little bit.” You murmured. “Though it wasn’t my first practice. I always wanted my dad’s. He played in a group for a while, and then...”  Glorfindel watched your face fall slightly. 
“What is it?”
“He got sick.” You replied quietly. “I was bitter. Still am bitter. I tried not being bitter, but, there were things that he’d done that I never agreed with, things that hurt my mom.”
“You address them so warmly still. I know elves who would call them father and mother after a slight. Surely...”
“We aren’t like you. Maybe some people would, but that seems... cold. And I don’t like the cold.” You murmured. “But they’re not here.” Your fingers still trembled across the instrument and Glorfindel pulled you close.
“I’m here.” He whispered softly, setting your most beloved items aside to pull you onto the chaise with him. “It’s okay; I’m here.”
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tiutale · 8 hours ago
The black wolf barks and runs off. She has decided that the golden two leg is a good person perhaps she will return with a friend next time. A month had passed and barking could be heard from the forest a long with hooves stomping on the ground. The wolf had returned and with a stallion. The wolf carried more bandages, cloth, and paper. The stallion carried cloth, cloaks and leather. The was excited to meet the golden one again
Glrofindel wiped his brow as the sound hooves found his ears. Turning from his project he smiled at the sight of the wolf. Strpoing forward he crouched looking over the gifts. "Welcome back friend. A bounty you bring us once more." He offers a hand fist closed to smell.
Looking up he tilts his head curiously at the stallion that accompanies this new friend. Grinning at the clear excitement he stands slowly so as not to stsrtle either animal. "Well now. You are a fine looking creature." Approaching carefully he kffers his hand palm up for a sniff. His eyes roamed the horse impressed with its height and lovely coat. "Gifts you offer us as well. I cannot thank you both enough for these."
He bows his head lightly to the wolf. "I do have treats for you if you wish for them."
(O.g anon I had thought I had answered this I am deeply sorry for the delay. I love your creatures they are so kind and patient )
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i-am-a-lonely-visitor · 22 hours ago
Glorfindel says they’ll have roses, of course. Erestor says he’d prefer lilies.
“But lilies are for death!”
“Don’t you remember, darling?” Erestor does not glance up from the stack of paperwork on his skirts. “You died.”
With an admiring chuckle, Glorfindel turns to the junior horticulturist seated across from them.
“I suppose I did,” he admits, and throws up his hands. “He’s got me there!”
“Lilies…and…roses,” repeats the horticulturist to their ledger, studiously avoiding eye contact.
“And chrysanthemums.” Now Erestor turns full attention to the meeting, and levels his piercing grey gaze over the desk. “But not yellow ones. Nothing yellow at all, in fact. Especially not celandines. Write that down.”
The horticulturist nods, quill hastening down the page.
Glorfindel objects. “Not a single golden flower? I find that hardly fair, arimelda. And besides, people are going to have certain symbolic expectations.”
“I had enough of golden flowers when they sprung up from your grave,” says Erestor in reply, and with this the matter is settled.
wrote some Classic Glorestor™️ to fulfill my emotional needs & thank @ambrorussa/ @welcometolotr for art <3. a little horny, a lot wholesome, goofy as hell, 100% intended to evoke the green-on-black typeface of Library of Moria. read on ao3 
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mavariel · 23 hours ago
I'd love to see Glorfindel in your style if that's possible ?
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Here you go! I hope you enjoy! Also my dear friend @wizardsandwenches suggested that I painted his hair the wrong color so here is an extra Glorfindel for you and for her:
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livielfinarfiniel · a day ago
I have the headcanon of Mairon in a modern au where he's famous on tiktok for his horror videos where he literally tortures people and says it's fake blood and really good actors.
Also he and Glorfindel who is a famous male model and influencer just enjoy their lives in high society, drink expensive wine and run a podcast about hair care.
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enter-witty-remark · a day ago
Eventually Maglor and Glorfindel finally make it to Valinor and once they touch the beach Glorfindel just walks away. He has been waiting for this and he is done dealing with Maglor if someone asks him to go get him one more time he will punch them regardless of who it is.
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rhindindon · 2 days ago
everytime i read "[Glorfindel] was the best beloved of the Gondothlim, save it be Ecthelion, but who shall choose" i get to thinking did they run a survey or something and decide the results were inconclusive
I mean did the elves have significance probability???? This is v important professor please reply
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aronoiiel · 3 days ago
Im having an incredibly upsetting set of things this year so have a tormented glorfindel in dol guldur. Because appatently i dewl with problems by hurting elves. This is why i live in angband and sweep floors. I wrote this a while ago i think. Just was thinking of how if glorfy had a vision of angmar i bet angmar had some form of issue with glorfu. Idk im weird.
Warning for not really graphic torture
Exhausted emerald eyes rolled to the dark metal encircling his left wrist. Weakly he pulled the rattling of the chains making his eyes glaze just slightly. The stinging pain of split skin almost drew his tired mind into the reality of his situation. 
Almost. His mind was fogged. Blocked. The feeling of floating near his own skull had been going on for-well he could not tell time here. For a very long period. He felt. Detached. As though he were observing a different elf not himself.  Despite feeling every inch of the torment his skin has taken. His eyes began to slide closed. He wished he was not so tired. 
"Come Golden one. It is time to begin again." The voice scraped along his conscious with the sharp piercing hiss of ice scraping land. "Your Lord looks for you. We cannot keep him waiting."
Glorfindel growled despite his strange feeling of detachment. Steel bit sharply into his thigh forcing a hiss of surprised pain. His ears tried to fold upon themselves as the foul Black Speech pierced through the fog of his mind. His mind snapped back into his skull as the words threw white hot spikes behind his eyes.
His back arched as the spell stole his breath. The chains strained. His restrained wrists ripped open healing wounds. None of these forced the unearthly howls of agony from his throat. No. Those came when the skeletal hand moved up his bare torso. Nails dragging along pale bruised skin. Drawing lines of blood smearing as they continued to the growing scars across a wide chest. 
"Let us continue setting the stage for the fall of Nolofinwë's last heir." Fingers encircled the lines drawn upon the previously smooth flesh. Letters and symbols of an evil far more ancient than the Dark Lord seared into the elf's flesh. Chuckling, the Witch King continue his chant. His nails extending to three inch blades. 
Glorfindel's tormented screams began a new.
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Glorestor fanfiction recs please?
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SSO nailed the Arabian animations so hard I love them
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lotrhyperfixated · 4 days ago
Aragorn: This is Glorfindel. He dwells in the House of Elrond, and is one of the Elves of old. You can trust him.
Aragorn: This is Arwen. She knocked out Glorfindel and stole his horse. You can trust her.
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majestictolkienelves · 5 days ago
I’m going to start writing a glorestor 13 reasons why au for anyone who’s interested, and if you’re not then oh well
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tiutale · 5 days ago
Glorfindel wound his hair about his hand and tied it in a knot atop his head. "Stay clear of the water! Go we will get them find more aid!" Kicking off his boots he shed he ran down the bank crashing into the swollen river. The rope about his waist tightened as he fought the current to the stranded elflings. Movement to his left put him at ease as Rôg also dove in the swift moving water nothing to his powerful arms and legs.
His own limbs fought against the pull of the water his mind focused on getting to the thick tree branches holding the the three elflings. How their horses tossed them into the river would be answered whennthey were safe. Reaching the first branch he reached up and released a frustrsted growl as the piece snapped dunking him into the water.
Rôg's hand snagged his tunic dragging him against the water to the rocks holding the branches. Gasping and coughing Glorfindel gave a nod and small smile of thanks before turning to the terrified young ones.
"All will be well. We will get you safely to the shore. Come." His mind focused on the little ones he barely heard Rôg's shout before a tree trunk amashed into the small island they had found refuge on.
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Hi! Are you still doing the kiss prompt list thing? If you are can I request Glorfindel and Ecthelion with #6?? Thanks!!
This seems to have been lost in my inbox entirely :o better late than never?:
Glorfindel’s lips were soft, and he tasted like sweet wine and sunshine.
Ecthelion smiled against his lips, keeping his eyes closed to let the moment linger. Beyond the tapestry that hid them from view, the masked ball was in full swing, laughter and the sound of many voices washing over him like waves of the ocean.
“Daring,” Glorfindel breathed, stealing another kiss.
Ecthelion grinned, relaxing the hold that had let him pull Glorfindel behind the wall hanging, running a couple fingers down the length of the strap that crossed his well-shaped chest.
“Ecthelion,” Glorfindel groaned. “We should not be doing this.”
“Glor-fin-del,” Ecthelion replied mockingly, drawing out his name as he walked his fingers back up, whispering past Glorfindel’s collar bone to feel those soft locks left loose. “Kiss me again.”
“We will be missed,” Glorfindel warned, though he made no move to escape, and stole another kiss instead.
“Mhmm,” Ecthelion agreed carelessly. Abducting the guest of honour from his own celebration was still the best plan he’d had all day, whether he could have him for a moment or spend hours just like this.
In truth, Turgon would miss his beautiful conquest sooner rather than later, but against the taste of Glorfindel’s lips and the warmth of his bared skin beneath Ecthelion’s palms, Turgon’s displeasure mattered very little.
Glorfindel made a sound that was half exasperation, half surrender, and Ecthelion felt those strong hands on his hips, spinning them around until his back pressed against the cool wall, trapping him between the stone and Glorfindel’s bulk.
Precisely where he wanted to be, of course.
“You,” Glorfindel moaned between kisses, “will get me in trouble one day.”
“Most assuredly,” Ecthelion agreed breathlessly, chasing Glorfindel’s lips for more. “But you love me.”
“I do, yes,” Glorfindel agreed.
They both froze.
Ecthelion knew his face to be flushed with far more than the stirrings of pleasure as he broke the kiss, staring into those green eyes to see his own shock echoed there.
“A toast!” Turgon’s voice rung in the room, breaking the spell that held them in place. “To the winner of today’s games, the Lord of the House of Golden Flowers,” the King continued.
Ecthelion did not move.
Glorfindel made a face.
“Lord Glorfindel!” Turgon exclaimed to rounds of applause.
And Glorfindel was gone.
But Ecthelion’s lips tingled with the sweetness of one last kiss.
And the hurried words pressed against them.
I love you, too.
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♡ Yandere Glorfindel Alphabet ♡
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Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
Glorfindel is highly affectionate! He hasn’t had a chance to let his loving side out in centuries so when his beloved one finally comes along after years of him being alone, he’s gonna be touching them all the time; kisses, hugs, hand-holding, you name it.
Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
Although Glorfindel is a diplomatic elf at most times, if his beloved one is threatened, you best believe all bets are off. You have to remember that this Elf not only fought a Balrog, but he also made the witch king himself flee in terror at the very sight of him, its safe to say, he’s intimating, and he’s not afraid to get his hands bloody for you.
Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
Glorfindel adores you more than anything, he would give his Lordship, his wealth, his strength, even his golden locks for you, what in Iluvatar name makes you think that he would ever harm you? No, he treats you like the royalty you are and would never lay a finger on you.
Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?
Glorfindel is very understanding of how you must feel, especially when being kept against your will, so he doesn’t push you too much, and he would never force himself upon you, but he will try to persuade you into letting him brush your hair, or help you dress, he would definitely try to get you to trust him by doing personal domestic things like that together.
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
Glorfindel is constantly having to hold up a strong and powerful front for his subjects, so being able to shed the heavy burden of Lordship around his love, is definitely a big thing for him. When he comes home from a day filled with meetings and stress, he wants nothing more than to lay his head in your lap and let you run your fingers through his hair, he would defiantly cry if you offered without any hints from him.
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
Glorfindel would definitely feel hurt if you fought back, all he’s trying to do is protect from a horrid world, and he knows the terrible things it holds, he’s seen them first-hand after all, so when you fight with him about it, it makes his heart hurt. He just wants to protect you, so why won’t you let him?
Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
In Glorfindel’s eyes, his beloved’s safety is no laughing matter, so when he sees you trying to escape, it frightens him to the very centre of his being, after all, anything could happen, and you just so fragile, you could be so easily hurt!
Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
Glorfindel is thousands of years old, so he has had plenty of time to learn how to control his temper, so there are very few things that would make him angry, however, there are times where he knows that he must punish you for misbehaviour. During these times, he will pick you up bridal style and lock you in a room for a few hours, he hates doing it, and he feels as though someone has ripped his heart out if he hears you start crying.
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
All of Glorfindel’s life, he has always had to carry the burden of responsibility for his people, and though he cares for them, a part of him longs for simplicity. So, if you enjoy homebuilding and domestic things, it would be an ideal outlet for those feelings, not to mention that it would make his heart melt.
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
Glorfindel is thousands of years old so he’s had plenty of time to learn how to control his temper, so it is quite difficult for him to get incredibly angry. However, that’s not to say that he doesn’t get jealous when you spend more time with other people than him, but he just does a better job at hiding it.
Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?
Glorfindel is at his happiest when he is with his beloved. He always has an adoring look in his eyes and a soft smile on his face when he’s talking with them, and he’s constantly trying to interact with them when he can.
Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
Glorfindel, like many great elves, is adept at weaving beautiful words to enchant you, and he has great wealth to back up his affections, after all, if he can spoil you, he gonna. Flowers, baked goods, clothes, jewellery, and if you ask him for a crown, he’ll buy you a crown. Nothing is too high a price for his beloved.
Mask: Are their true colours drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
Glorfindel is a well-mannered and diplomatic elf in public, and always holds a regal aura around his subjects but as soon as he’s alone with you, his Lord like behaviour drops and he becomes loving and attentive, and very giggly. He’s smitten with you after all, and he has no reason to hide when he’s alone with you.
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
He would never lay his hands on his beloved, but if you just kept misbehaving, he would put you in a room your own until he learned your lesson. The room is always full functional with an en suite, and he brings you food, but he won’t interact with you when he does, even though he wants nothing more than to gather you up in his arms.
Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?
He will probably take away your right to go out on your own. He might be lenient if you promise to allow 2 guards to accompany you, but if you fall pregnant, you're forbidden to leave your shared chambers, not even if you offer to allow guards to come with you.
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
Glorfindel is centuries old, so he’s had plenty of time to perfect his patience. He’s also incredibly understanding, despite his yandere nature, so he’s incredibly patient with his darling.
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
Glorfindel has never had someone that he loves as much as he loved you. Ecthelion was his best friend and he lost him centuries ago, and although he made new companions, he would never be able to move on if you died or escaped.
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
No matter how understanding he is, he won’t let his darling go. He sees taking you and keeping you secluded as a necessary precaution, so he won’t regret it.
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
This side of him comes from constantly losing his loved ones. His friends, family and loved ones were all taken from him, and he refuses to let it happen again.
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
It would break his heart. He wants you to understand that he is keeping you locked away for your own safety, he knows the dangers of the world and wants to protect you from them. But he is highly tuned to your emotions, so if you start sobbing, he can practically feel it in his soul.
Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
He’s very diplomatic and understanding, so he may be up to giving you more freedom if you show that you can be trusted.
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
If you have the ability to control your crying, you can use that to your advantage. He will do anything to stop you from crying, and he may be so caught up in the moment, that his common sense may leave him, and he will be left unguarded.
Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?
Never, he loves you.
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
He worships you as if you were the very being who hung the stars in the sky, and his desperation to get you to love him back knows no bounds. He has influence, wealth, and physical strength on his side, so he has an advantage over others.
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
It depends, although Glorfindel is patient, he’s also aware that mortal lives are far shorter than elves, so if his beloved is mortal, it would encourage him to move quickly.
Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
He might do it by mistake. Perhaps due to an outburst or severe misbehaviour, he would lock you in the spare room specifically used for keeping you during punishments. And maybe, just maybe, he keeps you in there for a bit too long. Longer than he had before, and maybe this time, he doesn’t bring you food, and all of that just sends you over the edge.
He comes into the room expecting you to be asleep, because you were so quiet but instead, he finds you sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the opposite wall, with a dead eye, unmoving. He gently touches you, but you take no heed of you, so he shakes you gently again, and again, and again.
Then it clicks. He broke you. And he’s sure that he feels something in him break too.
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aronoiiel · 5 days ago
The biggest rhing missing in this fandom is Glorfindel being trapped on a parasaurolophus that WAS helping heard some stegosaurous from the grazing lands of Rochallor's herd. But somebody coughCelegormcough lead a confused Tyrannosaur into the mass. The poor thing just wanted to hen Celegorm because he looked like he needed henning.
The herd panic becsuae want ro graz not be henned. And now glorfindel is stuck on a runaway para cursing celegorm and hoping he doesnt end up to far south.
(@outofangband and I jave decided that carnivores are NOT evil and in valinor they live peacefully in certsin places with elves and herbivores. Trexes like to gather missing elves and keep them in nests and hen them until rescued or lead to a safe elf villiage. Though. Sometimes they just pick up and elf and hen it. Rexes are hens fight me. We have SO many ideas of dinos and elves.)
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