#lord elrond x ofc

[specialagentlokitty]

Elrond x teen!reader - safe with us

Hiii! I haven't been active in so longgg it's painful to think about BUTTT I'm here with like some many ideas for requests!!! Could you maybe write an parental elrond x human child (if it's fem I would appreciate it!) in WICH reader was traveling with their fam but got attacked by orcs or sumting and she was told to run, she either a) stumbled upon a patrol of Rivendell or b) something else that led her to Rivendell and can we see soft elrond with her, better yet soft ELVES with her AWWWWWWWWWWW how CUTEEE (ignoring the whole slaughter part ofc) Like she's basically adopted by all the elves of Rivendell. - @hai-kbai 💜

You had been running for god knows how long, your legs hurt, and you were tired, and hurting from the numerous falls you had taken.

But you felt like you couldn’t stop running, you were scared if you stopped then they would find you, that they would get you as well.

So you kept going, right up until you ran into a small group of what appeared to be maybe guards or warriors.

They all looked at you and you screamed, scrambling to hide between some rocks that you could only just fit between.

You heard some quiet talking, and slowly somebody came over.

“Please do not be scared, we mean you no harm. Are you lost?”

You said nothing, and the elf nodded slightly, rummaging through his bag before holding something out to you.

“Hungry perhaps? it’s good. One small bite will fill you.”

You refused to take the food and he sighed, putting it away as he began to talk to him comrades.

While they were talking, you stayed hidden up until the point you heard a noise that sounded a lot like orcs.

Rushing out from your hiding spot, you ran to the elf and stood in front of him, hiding yourself in the group.

“We must go.”

They all got on their horses and the one you had hid behind helped you on to his horses before climbing on and rushing away.

You didn’t want to go with them, but between orcs and elves, they were the safest option.

They had horses and would be faster.

Exhaustion soon took over you, and you fell asleep.

Of course the elf behind you knew you were asleep, but he made no motion to wake you up, neither did the others.

They just carried on their journey back to Rivendell where the sounds of movement made you wake up.

You snapped your head up and looked around, jumping down from the horse and backing away in fear.

“You appear to have brought a guest.”

“We found her alone and scared.” The man replied.

The other elf nodded.

You carefully studied him, he had a friendly face, with a small smile as he looked at you, and he was wearing the most elegant clothes you had ever seen.

“I am Lord Elrond, of Rivendell. Do you have a name?”

You said nothing.

“You’re scared, I understand. But you needn’t be afraid, we mean you no harm, we wish to help you if you will let us.”

You glanced around, and you turned back to him.

“How about a bath, some food and a clean change of clothing?”

You slowly nodded your head.

So they got everything ready for you, and you bathed in peace, only letting out a small hiss as hot water touched the scratched and cuts in your skin.

When you were done you changed into the elegant Elyan clothing you were given, and began to wonder around.

Bare feet padding along the floor, you looked into other rooms, poking and looking at things as you passed.

“Hello, Lord Elrond has requested you to come have something to eat.”

You turned to face the new elf.

He smiled at you, bowing his head a little.

“I’m Lindir.”

He stood up.

“Will you come?”

You nodded and followed him to a grand dining hall, and he showed you a seat next to Elrond and you looked at the food in front of you.

“Whatever you want to eat, you can.”

You looked at him then back to the food, and you glanced at his plate as he ate his dinner.

He saw you looked and smiled to himself, taking your plate, he replaced it with his own, and set your plate in front of him.

You began to pick at the food he was eating, knowing that if he was eating it then it was fine for you to eat.

Elrond smiled softly at you.

“Do you mind if I have a look at your arm after? That looks rather deep and painful.”

You looked at your arm.

“What happened to it?” He asked.

“I fell…”

He nodded his head.

“I see, well, we all fall sometimes. It is nothing we can’t fix.”

Elrond could tell you had been through a lot, so he never pushed you into telling him what had happened.

They simply made you feel at home, with your own room, food you liked, they had even began to teach you their language and games.

Everybody loved you.

“Be care when you go.” Elrond said.

“I’ll be okay!”

You swatted his hands away and he smiled at you.

“I know, I just worry the young elves forget you are not as strong as they are.”

“I’m strong!” You huffed.

He sighed a little, nodding his head.

“I know, just go have fun. And be safe.”

You smiled at him.

“Thank you.”

With that you ran off, waving to everybody you had passed.

They all knew you by name now, the human who lived with elves.

They loved you, and you were part of Rivendell.

You brought them joy and adventures and just the right amount of mischief to make any boring day a little better.

You were still healing over whatever had happened to your family and Elrond could see that in the nights you didn’t sleep, or the days you wouldn’t talk.

But he hoped maybe you could open yourself to Rivendell as your home and realise you never had to leave

#the hobbit #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit imagine #the hobbit x you #the hobbit x y/n #Elrond #Elrond x reader #Elrond x you #Elrond imagine

[darkth1ngs]

No one has requested this but imma make a Lindir X Y/n :), idk what to call it tho, got any ideas? Btw Y/n is a girl a.k.a you

Lindir X Y/n

Y/n is Lord Elrond daughter so she is very fond of lindir since he has been working for elrond for quite some time.

You had been travelling with the Company and you were quite exited to finally get back home to Rivendell. Yet you knew that you wouldn't be staying for long.

When you arrived everyone was looking around at the beautiful views.

Lindir slowly and gracefully walks down the stairs. When he gets to the bottom he greets gandalf. He turns to you, and kisses you hand. "Welcome back, My lady" Lindir says gracefully. You bow ever so slight lightly and say " I'm happy to be back". (Btw you two aren't dating yet)

"I need to speak to lord elrond" Gandalf says to lindir. "My lord is not here" lindir replys with "where is he?" Gandalf asks. But before Lindir could answer, the welcome horn blows to say that someone has arrived aka Lord elrond.

The dwarves huddle together while poor bilbo had been pushed to the center to be "protected" while big white horses surrounded them.

"Mithrandir" elrond says happily. "Lord Elrond! Pleasure to see you again" Gandalf responds. Elrond hops off his big dark brown horse and says "pleasure is all mine" while handing a sword he found to lindir.

You run up to elrond and hug him. "Y/n!" Elrond says happily to you. You smile in response. "Go take a bath you are covered in dirt" he says to you "and lindir, go with her". He offers you his arm and you take it. He tells some maids in elvish to prepare your bath while still holding you arm.

When you came to the bathing room your bath was a perfect temperature and ready for you. Lindir let's go and says "Enjoy your bath my lady". And with that he leaves you alone to bathe.

You loved it when he called you "my lady" since he doesn't say it to anyone else.

By this point you had taken all your clothes off and you where in the perfectly warm bath.

The time flew by and lindir knocked on the door "My lady? May I come in?". You cover up all you parts with bubbles while thinking about that you look nothing like other girls "you can come in now lindir. There is nothing for you to see." You reply.

He comes in and says calmly " I brought you some ointment for your hands." You reply with a simple "Thank you". He sits down next to you on the outside of the bath may I add and gestures for you to give him your hand.

He starts gently putting the ointment on your hands. You started blushing since you have always wanted to feel how his hands felt on yours but not in a creepy way.

"It's soon dinner, my lady." He says to fill the silence. You reply with a very simple and sharp "ok".

After he finished putting ointment on your hand he stands up slight bows and leaves.

You where dressed and ready for dinner with the dwarves, gandalf and ofc elrond your father. Lindir was patiently waiting for you on the other side of the door.

When you came out he slightly smiled and offered you his arm, you took it ofc. You two walked to the dinning room thingy. (If you have seen the films you probably know that's its less of a room and more of a balcony but like whatever).

You get to you chair which is next to elronds and you sit down and let go of lindirs arm. By this point you had butterfly's in your stomach since you had a big crush on lindir. He also had butterfly's in his stomach since he also likes you but knew that you would reject him if he told you.

Elrond, the dwarves and gandalf come in and sit down. <OK let's just skip to after dinner>.

You got up because everyone was finished and so where you.

You got up and headed to you chambers. It started to rain quite heavily. You weren't feeling very happy at the moment since you reminded yourself that you could never be with lindir, the love of you life.

You headed out to you favourite garden and started crying. You where incredibly wet.

"Y/n....." you look up and lindir is sitting next to you dripping with water since he has been looking for you.

Lindir: "What's the matter?"

You look at him and then look down.

Y/n: "I-I'm in....Love".

Lindir looks at you and says "why are you crying then? It's not a bad thing to be in love.".

Y/n: " it is if you can never be with them...:

Lindir: "Oh......"

You two went quite for a bit since you were in love with each other but lindir thought it was someone else

Y/n: "do you know how it feels?.....to be in love....?"

Lindir: "Yes".

Y/n: "are you in love".

Lindir: " Yes.....but I'm afraid to tell them".

.........

Lindir: "who is it you are in love with??"

You look at him trying to tell him that it is him with your expressions. When he realised that its him, his eyes go wide and you run off in embarrassment thinking that he does not like you back.

You run into your chambers and run to the balcony you fall down kinda gracefully into a sitting position on the floor of the balcony while crying into your hands.

Lindir comes rushing in.

Lindir: "Y/n....."

You don't look up you just keep on crying.

He pulls you up from the floor and cups you face in his hands. He looks into you eyes and says "I love you too".

You kiss him gracefully but you feel someone watching you so you pull back, your heads turn quickly to the door and there stands elrond just standing there in pure shock.

Lindir was incredibly embarrassed so he walks quite quickly out, almost a run.

You just stand still staring at your father. (Btw it has stopped raining).

Y/n: "I love him"

All elrond does is nods to gesture you to go after him.

You run around the Palace shouting Lindirs name.

You come to your favourite garden where you two met for the first time. You sit down next to him on the bench he was sitting on. You slowly hold his hand while still looking forward.

He looks at you and says "y/n...."

Y/n: "Yes?".

Lindir: "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. May I court you?"

.....

You looked at him with pure shock and say "Yes!" And with that you kiss him.

You two sit together and look out at the beautiful view. You turned around while holding lindirs hand to see elrond smiling. he nods a little. You turn back around and lindirs asks "are you alright?" You reply with "Never been happier".

The end 💖

~Hope you guys like it I used soooo long writing this~

#lindir #lindir x reader #lotr x reader #the hobbit #rivendell #lord elrond

[i-drink-and-i-write-fics]

The Hidden Realm

Lord Elrond x Queen Rhyannon (OFC) (Unknown Chapters)

Work Summary: King Thranduil has been engaged in a centuries-old feud with the fae realm, Tir Na Nog. The problem is, none of the other elves believe this realm exists. Until Lord Elrond and Lady Galadriel visit for a MidSummer festival and run into the Fae Queen herself, Rhyannon. Who happens to be crashing the festival in a bid to declare open war on the elves. Can a peaceful solution be found?

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Queen Rhyannon Bio

Diverder by @firefly-graphics​

Chapter 1: The Invitation

Summary: Elrond doesn’t socialize as much since his wife sailed west years ago. Thranduil isn’t one to take no for an answer.

Chapter found here

Chapter 2

Tagging Crew:

Everything

@multifanworld​

@blackgaladriel​

@ketj​

@liadamerondjarin​

Elrond

@themerriweathermage​

@theyeetedsoul​

@awkwardjustexists​

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#The Hidden Realm #hidden realm #elrond #elrond x original female character #original female character #the hobbit #The Lord of the Rings #lotr #lord of the rings #lord elrond #ocfairygodmother #ocappreciation

[neonwizardheehee]

So ages ago @i-am-the-balancing-point tagged me to post my 9 favourite characters for you all to guess my type and now I've finally gotten around to do it :DDD

Okay so here we go:

Luke Skywalker (Star Wars OT & EU)

Professor X (X-Men)

Captain Hector Barbossa (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Oswald Cobblepot/The Penguin (Gotham)

Missy (Doctor Who)

Frodo Baggins (Lord of the Rings)

GoodTimesWithScar (Last Life Smp)

Elrond (Lord of the Rings)

Tony Stark/Iron Man (Iron Man/Marvel)

honorable mentions ofc to all the Merlins (esp the Wizards one!), The Doctor ofc, The Mad Hatter (esp from the Tim Burton movies) and all my beloved Elves from various fantasy books (esp The Elves!)

So if you're up for it I'm tagging: @darksidelightside @imjustexistingtbh @shittyness @the3rddenialist @the-only-hope-for-me-is-coffee @maschinen-mensch

#ig it's time for a callout #go on i deserve it with these characters XDDD #tag game

[willowhaired]

Crimson Gold - Chapter 1: Dinner Invitation

Elrond x OC

Summary: Blood hunters were merely tales, even amongst the elves. For the rest of Middle Earth, they were legends, yet all were gripped by fear at the mention of them. When Thorin and his friends arrive in Rivendell they find its lord remarried and their story is even more bizarre than meets the eye.

Word count: 2,458

Warnings: violence, blood, gore, and fighting

A/N: It ended up being a bit more gore-y than expected. Not going to lie, I'm in love with the story and the character dynamics, even if this chapter isn't the best. I hope I can post the next ones soon, since I'm very much heart-eyes over this elf. I wrote the different languages (mostly) in English, instead of butchering Sindarin. They are highlighted in assigned colours. Hope you enjoy!

Sindarin Khuzdul

Upsetting rumours spread amongst the Woodmen. Many spoke of a shadow lurking around the borders of the village. Some reported seeing a dark ghost in overshadowed alleyways between the homes, but those claims came only from those who were notoriously well-oiled. One of these men was Remlas, father of four, who spent his free time drinking up the brew at the Old Oak. He swore to see the swift shadow lurking around his house with his own eyes. It appeared that whatever this entity was - a stray beast of Mirkwood, perhaps - it preferred the area around Remlas' home.

'I'm telling ya, that demon flies around my house every night. There's something inhuman about it, it leaves me shivering to my very bones!' He shook his head, repeating the same stories day by day.

But since his eyes weren't all that reliable, his worries were cast aside by his peers. They circled their index finger around the temples whenever Remlas turned his back on them, even though many had seen the silhouette themselves.

Most affected by these events was the second oldest daughter of Remlas: the young Díneloth was at the end of her teens, very much of age, yet without a suitor in sight. Her body was slender, without many curves, and her hair was thick and ashy blond; she appeared to be a good catch. She had protruding teeth, yes, but that wasn't the reason lads avoided her company - what did sculpt her face into an undesirable shape was her greediness. That made her front teeth grow longer, her fingers lankier and her hair curl upwards.

’That poor girl,’ villagers shook their heads. ’She’d never catch a husband, even if her father is a fisherman.’

It was four years since her sister’s wedding who bore two children since; Díneloth was running out of time. The whole ordeal with the shadow made the situation all the worse: now potential suitors had yet another reason to shun away from Remlas' home. Whether it was for the shadow or the ill-fame of her father, her chances at marriage were looking slimmer than ever.

No wonder then, that despite her fears of the dark, and especially of the black ghost, she was easily lured out of her home during the next full moon.

The sun sank many hours ago, and Díneloth was squeezing the fragile note to her flat chest, waiting for her family to fall asleep. Her mother was a light sleeper and always the last to drift off.

But now, it didn't matter. She had an invitation in her hand, a love note, and from no less than the charming Arasser whom she was looming over for months now. She imagined herself in the finely made, elven garments Arasser's father, the town's merchant, purchased from the wood elf king himself. She could feel the silky fabric draping over her body as she was greeted by the Elvish king himself, to dine with him and his family.

Her palms became damp at the thought and it smudged some of the note.

"Meet me when the stars are highest, at the edge of the forest by the half-broken beech."

Díneloth could contain herself no longer. She crept out of her home and flew to the thunderstruck beech like the butterflies in her stomach. She pushed a strand of her curly hair behind her ear and licked her lips nervously. There was no one else.

The girl dusted her skirt and adjusted her collar. She read the note again, now less visible and much more crinkled. Her toe drew circles into the grass. Many minutes passed, but there was nobody in sight.

Then she heard something from the woods.

'Arasser?' She asked hopefully. The rustle only had to repeat itself once for her to follow after it. Surely, she misunderstood the note and the boy was waiting for her inside the forest.

She ventured into the woods with the eagerness of anticipation, and as such got deeper into the forest than she estimated. She was crumbling the paper between her fingers as she searched in the darkness for the figure of her suitor.

’Arasser?’ Díneloth called out again as she arrived at a tiny moonlit clearing. She finally heard that the swishing of leaves was accompanied by other sounds: it was unmistakable. There were wolves.

Perspiration ran down her forehead and chest as a sudden coldness overtook her body. The note turned fabric-like in her grip and she was gasping for air.

A figure appeared from behind an oak.

Díneloth jumped, even though her legs became stiff like the roots of a tree.

’Your father might be a drunken fool, but he was right to warn you off the forest.’

It was a woman, a girl, rather, a lot shorter and not much older than Díneloth, and yet she spoke with an unlikely wisdom. Her movements were lithe, unhurried; she was not fazed by the growling of wolves that, in contrast, grew steadily impatient. She clasped her hands behind her back as she strolled around Díneloth to stand face to face with her.

Díneloth was unable to say a word, questions clogging her mouth. She knew she had to run but was unable to.

It was obvious by the way the girl pursed her lips together that she was disgusted, even irritated by the reaction or the lack of thereof. She glanced at the moon before continuing:

’Little girls like yourself shouldn’t wander these woods alone,’ the depth of her voice was alarming, almost sing-songy. Despite being the shortest between them, she loomed over the pale, numbed Díneloth who was kneading the paper between her fingers. The girl finally brought her hands in front of her chest: she brushed a finger across a black-bladed dagger that appeared to be an extension of her own body. ’There might be a big, bad, hungry wolf lurking around.’

Without looking she threw the dagger into a tree, cutting a pair of ropes with one hit. The wolves bolted out from a nearby bush, throwing themselves at Díneloth at once. She screamed, she finally screamed, and that left the girl with a pleased smirk.

She took a well-earned sip from a flask she carried. She was unbothered, even entertained by the bestial dinner, and the shrieks accompanying it were like notes of a graceful melody. The beasts gorged on Díneloth’s body with the ravenous hunger that could only come about after weeks of starvation. It no longer mattered if it was the juicy thigh or the boney finger. The insides were gushed carelessly out to the ground, bits and pieces of liver and the lungs laid half-eaten, almost still living.

The girl barely blinked. The feast was mirrored perfectly on her eyes, each and every drop of blood doubled on their surface. Flesh was torn away from flesh with a rippling sound – yet moist. The freshly sprang grass was tainted red as if the blades of grass were the devouring fangs.

The blood steeped behind her eyelids and flooded her eyes. They were no longer warm and brown.

They glistened like red metal.

***

Thorin and his company were chased down on a dry plain – even though Radagast did gain them some time, the orcs discovered them regardless. Kili aimed one of his last arrows, shooting the goblin right between his mud-yellow eyes, while the rest of the Company slid into a small fissure. If it weren’t for Thorin’s screams, the young dwarf’s boldness would have been his demise.

He quickly followed suit, joining his friends under the cover of rock. That was when they heard a horn – deep, yet musical, it was unmistakable. Thorin was about to voice the despise he felt for their Elvish saviours when they heard another sound. A crowing battle cry that sent shivers down their spines.

’Blood hunters?’ Ori muttered in terror. Balin shook his head in disbelief, but he had to smooth his beard down to detangle his nerves. He never thought he would ever hear such sounds. The rest of the Company all looked to Gandalf, hoping he could give them an explanation. The sounds of bloodshed followed them down to the rift, and a badly severed orc body had fallen through, causing a slight upheaval amongst them. The wizard poked the creature’s head, but when he saw his wounds, he followed:

’Just one,’ he corrected Ori’s remark.

***

Little did they know, they entered the premises of Rivendell through the Hidden Pass. Or rather, little did the dwarves know, for Gandalf was no stranger of the place. Thorin needed a bit of convincing, and his protests hardly died down by the time they descended into the valley and walked through the entrance of the Last Homely House.

Bilbo was in awe at the beauty of Imladris. He had seen waterfalls in the Shire – or so he thought, but they were merely more than a couple inches, a step the river had to take. These, however, these were cascading down from rocky walls, roaring down with the white fierceness of foam. The water that fell was no longer the same; it was hard like earth and thin like air. It was as the house before him: delicately designed, yet indestructible.

He didn’t even register the conversation between Gandalf and the elf that greeted them when he was dragged into the middle of the circle of dwarves. They all gripped their weapons firmly, and Bilbo could only see the heads of the elf riders as they galloped around them. He was nearly squashed by Bofur, and Óin stepped on his toes, but the hobbit had no opportunity to grumble. The elvish soldiers finally stood still.

’Gandalf!’ Elrond exclaimed when catching sight of the Gray Wizard.

’Lord Elrond,’ the wizard smiled with a hint of friendly annoyance at the elf’s flamboyant entrance. ’Mellonnen! Where have you been?’

’We’ve been hunting a pack of Orcs that came up from the South,’ the lord replied, dismounting from his horse with grace. ’We slew a number near the hidden pass,’ he gave Gandalf a brief hug before lending the orc weapon to Lindir. ’Strange for orcs to come so close to our borders. Something or someone has drawn them near.’

’Ah,’ the Gray Wizard gestured at his friends. ’that may have been us.’

It was exactly when three other riders appeared on the horizon, approaching the entrance. Two ellons halted by the statues, while the lead horseman took a swift circle around the crowd before stopping next to Elrond’s black stallion.

A woman hopped off the horse. Her armour was almost an exact replica of Elrond’s, only tailored to her body and allowed for more flexibility. Her dark waves were wild, just like chestnut trees during autumn, and black orc blood stained both her hair strands and her clothing. Her face was soft, only some fine lines gracing her face, more so as ornaments of wisdom than scars of old age. Most curiously of all, she was barely above the height of the dwarves.

’Got carried away again?’ Elrond smiled knowingly as the woman approached them.

’A couple fled; we followed them to the edge of the forest. They were heading to Amon Sul by their talks,’ she took the gloves from her hands to try and comb her unruly hair into something presentable. The elf smoothed her strands down with a gesture that was deeply filled with love.

'I Chíril Imladris,' Gandalf bowed to the woman then noted kindly, with suspicion dripping from his words. 'Are you sure you are not of Elvish descent? Age does not seem to plague you.'

'Are you trying to flatter my wife to gain admittance to Rivendell?' Elrond chuckled as he snaked a long arm around the woman's waist.

’Mae Govannen, Mithrandir,’ she greeted him with a bow of her head. Her voice was silvery, like drops into undisturbed water. Even Gandalf found it difficult to hold onto grudges at the hearing of it.

'A woman warrior?' Thorin spitted; he did not mask his disapproval.

'Keep your insults inside your mouth, Thorin Oakenshield,' the wizard scolded the dwarf. 'This is Saeleth, Lady of Rivendell. You'd better know that she's a finer swordsman than any of you. And the very blood hunter you've broken out in a sweat over mere minutes ago.'

There was a turmoil of whisper amongst the dwarves – most of them, especially the young ones had no idea what a blood hunter was, but they certainly had a different image in mind. More so goblin-like or maybe a robust warrior of Men. Someone dark and menacing. Maybe a bit more hairy.

The woman on the hand of Lord Elrond certainly did not fit the description.

Saeleth had some of the colour washed from her face at the mention. Most tittle-tattle faded out years ago, and although her uncomplimentary epessë was still favoured among many Elves of Imladris, it was only behind her back. Nobody dared to call her Nahtare, and definitely not in front of Lord Elrond.

He glanced around. The tension was tangible, even his warriors twitched uncomfortably. He stepped ahead to calm the nerves:

’Welcome Thorin, son of Thrain.’

’I do not believe we have met,’ the dwarf replied with not much couth.

’You have your grandfather’s bearing,’ Elrond allowed his remark to slide, sighing his words out. He scanned the dwarf prince – or now king – and there was no mistaking he had Dúrin’s blood flowing through his veins. ’I knew Thror when he ruled under the mountain.’

’Indeed,’ Thorin scoffed curiously. ’He made no mention of you.’

The Lord of Rivendell frowned, sucking air in between his clenched teeth.

’ Light the fires, bring forth the wine. We must feed our guests,’ he ordered, not once taking his eyes off the black-haired dwarf.

’What does he sayin’?’ Glóin barked, taking all the offence. ’Does he offer us insult?’

It was like oil to the fire, another, louder outburst waved through the dwarf company and they were no slower to raise their weapons.

’No, Master Glóin, he’s offering you food,’ Gandalf explained soothingly, which calmed their nerves in no time. Dwarves were, after all, by nature temperamental, emotions running high and low. They were just as quick to anger as they were to cool down. Glóin cleared his throat.

’Ah, well,’ he gestured with his axe. ’In that case, lead on.’

’Welcome to Rivendell, Thorin Oakenshield and Company,’ Saeleth welcomed them, speaking their own, secret dwarvish language with fluency.

Elrond exchanged a brief, good-humoured look with Gandalf, before taking his wife’s hand. As they passed Lindir, the ellon shifted away from her with panic.

'Do not fear, Lindir,' Elrond laughed. 'I am the one sharing my bed with her.'

#crimson gold #chapter 1 #lord of the rings #lotr #elrond #elrond x oc #elrond x ofc #lotr fanfiction #lord of the rings fanfiction #fanfiction

[writing-hazard]

The Place Beyond The Sky (prologue)

Masterlist

Words: 747

Warnings: Blood, implied violence

Pairing: Haldir x OC

When a strange human speaking a foreign tongue appears outside Imladris one day, it changes the fate of Arda forever. More than that, it changes the fate of Haldir, who finds his path hopelessly intertwined with hers.

Strap in folks, it’s gonna be a RIDE. Also, expect some Serious Sci-fi Nonsense. Also also, I am more than happy to tag people :)

IT’S A GORGEOUS DAY IN RIVENDELL WHEN SHE COMES. All days are gorgeous there, of course— but this one in particular carries a light breeze and a pleasant temperature that commands enjoyment.

And for once, no disaster or unfinished work is twisting the atmosphere into something bittersweet.

Lord Elrond, for what certainly feels like the first time in a century, is taking a day off. A relaxing stroll in the gardens settles him a little, and for once he can just enjoy himself.

And then there’s a commotion; someone shouts.

The sound drops heavy on his shoulders, and he’s quick to follow it, both alarmed and weary; can he not have even a moment of peace?

“What is happening?” He questions Lindir as he frees himself from a crowd of elves who are watching the sky in fear.

“My lord; something is falling from the sky,” he explains, sounding alarmed himself. Elrond blinks once, then twice, astonished.

“Falling from the sky?” he echoes with disbelief. Lindir nods gravely, pointing above the horizon.

Turning, Elrond sees that yes, there is indeed some large, indistinguishable object falling from the sky. It leaves a trail of smoke in its wake as it falls straight for the forests edging the valley. He watches as it finally sinks below the horizon, crashing through the treeline.

The trees shake, and one goes tumbling down as the birds flee. He could almost swear he hears the crash, faintly. The smokestack remains, a beacon to the strange object’s location.

“Gather the scouting party,” Elrond commands urgently, “and quickly. We need to know what it is that falls upon our lands.” Lindir nods, rushing off to do as he’s told.

“I fear this may be an omen of ill things to come,” Elrond mutters gravely, mostly to himself. This, only a precious year after Sauron’s defeat.

Is there truly to be no rest until he reaches the shores of Valinor?

***

When Elrond and his scouting party reach the fallen object in the woods, he is exceptionally surprised to find that it’s… well, he doesn’t know what it is exactly.

It looks somewhat like a large metal bathtub, large enough for two people, with a top that seems to close. For now, it’s open, revealing what looks like a flashing table within. On the ground-facing side, he recognizes a window; but that makes no sense.

A violent cough pulls his attention to the trees to his right, and the elves all draw their weapons. He drops off of his horse to approach slowly, his blade ready to strike at any enemy that may await him.

But what he finds awaiting him is not an enemy at all, but a human woman. She wears strange clothes, and an odd arm brace like nothing he’s ever seen before. She’s collapsed against the tree, her hand bloody. Thanks to her hair, pulled up into a tight bun, he can see an injury on the back of her neck. It looks like someone has crudely jabbed at it with a knife.

She’s gasping desperately for air, her face very flush while the rest of her takes on a sickly pale. His sword drops, and he kneels beside her at once.

“What happened here?” he questions hurriedly. “Who are you? How did you get hurt?” She looks tremendously dizzy, and her brows furrow. She pushes away from him a little, but has to steady herself just to keep from falling over.

She groans something in a language he’s never heard before, pressing her bloody hand to her chest.

“What?” he wonders, blinking as he regards her with a stunned expression. He didn’t think there was any tongue on the whole of Arda that he had yet to hear.

She speaks again, her face contorting in pain as she attempts to sit further up. Her entire body shakes with violent coughs, and she slumps back to glare at the sky.

“She needs help,” he decides. “Come, one of you, take her back to the healers! The rest of us will search a while longer.” Some murmurs pass between the scouting party, and one of them drops off his own horse to take the injured woman.

She glares at him like she expects violence, but Elrond does his best to sound soothing despite the language barrier. Her eyes flicker between the two ellyn as she heaves for breath, but her shoulders inevitably drop in resignation.

And so, the stranger finds her way to Imladris.

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Double Heart | Chapter Eleven ~ Cosima

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Pairing: Haldir x OFC

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 4471

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A/n Hello hello, happy Easter! Tomorrow (Monday) is a little bit hectic for me so I’m getting this one out tonight (Sunday) instead. Thanks for reading :)

After a quick breakfast with Haldir and Glorfindel, they set off and I spend the day exploring Imladris. I do not stray far from the main household, yet all that I discover does not cease to amaze me. Elrond’s home is beautiful. If it weren’t for all the horrible, sudden drop-offs, I would consider it a perfectly wonderful place to live.

I spend the first part of my day in the garden. Behind the stone of the estate is a sprawling field filled with an impossibly wide variety of flora. I pass time exploring each bush, tree, and sprout, every one somehow more beautiful than the last. A few of the more sweet-smelling blossoms make me sneeze, so after a while, I head back inside to explore Elrond’s extensive library. But when the sun begins to sink below the horizon, I know I shouldn’t put it off any longer — I have ignored him since our arrival. I need to go see Alex. We haven’t talked in private ever, really, but I feel like we need to touch base. Though we may be slightly at odds, we owe it to each other to work through it.

I remember an attendant leading him down the hallway below mine as I ascended the stairs last night, and from there, it’s not hard for me to figure out which room is his. All the other doors are open, indicating that the inhabitants are out for the day. Already in my short stay here, I realize the elves are much more trusting than humans — while private, they must rely on each other to respect that privacy, because they don’t attempt to bar others from entering their spaces by closing their doors when they are not home. One door at the very end of the hall is closed shut. It is undoubtedly Alex’s.

I knock once.

He opens the door and I try to disguise my shock at the dark circles under his eyes and his disheveled hair. In all my memories of him, he is so put together, and this is completely at odds with the man I think I know. He ushers me in and shuts the door quickly behind me. The slam echoes through the stone room. He turns to me, wringing his hands together almost nervously. Unease grows in my stomach.

“Are you okay?”

He shakes his head violently and begins to pace the length of the small bedroom. “Of course I’m not okay. We’ve been wrenched from all that we know and dropped in this ridiculous place—” He cuts off his words and stares at the ground, shaking his head. “Look, I’ve decided that there’s no way around it. We are in some sort of other world — there’s no way this is some place back where we’re from. But if we did arrive here somehow, that means there has to be a way back. So we need to find it.”

I sit on the edge of his bed, watching him warily. I, too, have recently accepted the reality of this new world, but I hadn’t expected Alex to come around so easily — especially after our conversations on the way here. But getting home…if it’s a real possibility…”Do you think we could do that?”

His eyes snap to mine, desperation causing them to blow wide. “I think Elrond could. The people here hold him in such high esteem—I believe he’s very powerful. We need to talk to him, plead our case. If anyone could send us back, it’s probably him.” He notices my silence and turns on me with an accusatory stare. “You do want to go home, right?”

I swallow. “I…I think so. I mean, it is really dangerous here….But Elrond had a good point when I talked to him earlier. He said it’s probably just as dangerous in our homeworld.”

He groans almost animalistically. “I cannot keep having this fight with you! We don’t belong here. The dangers of our world are ours and the dangers of this world are theirs. And just because we agree that this is a different world doesn’t mean that anything’s changed. We still have people back home who miss us.”

But after my conversation with Haldir, I’m not so sure that’s the case. Yes, there are probably people who miss us in the usual sense, but the crushing grief that must come from being separated from someone you really, truly care for…I’m not sure I have that. I think I would know if I did.

I try to redirect the subject, not wanting to get into it with Alex. “How do you think it would work? Getting home. Do you think we would get our memories back?”

He stops pacing, excitement entering his eyes now that I’m seemingly more agreeable to his position. “Yeah, I think we would. Now, does that mean we would lose the memories we’ve made here? Maybe. Probably. Again, I think Elrond has the answers.”

I let my eyes fall to my fingers. The thought of forgetting…of basically erasing my time here, the friendships I’ve made…it makes me feel horribly sad. I drop my head into my hands. Oh, I just don’t know what to do!

“Let’s go talk to Elrond,” Alex urges. “See what he has to say.”

“Okay,” I agree, trudging to the door. At the very least, it will provide a distraction from the grief that has hit me so unexpectedly. “He’s probably in his study—follow me.”

I lead Alex along the same route I took this morning. Only, then, Haldir was at my side. I feel a pang of loneliness. Huh. After two weeks in constant company, I guess it is a little strange to be separated from him and the others.

As this morning, Elrond is in his study, surrounded by books and stacks of parchment. Stress tugs at the edges of his eyes but when he raises his head to greet us, it fades into a look of knowing. He was expecting us.

“Ah,” he stands, beckoning for us to enter. “I was wondering when I would be seeing you. Please, come in. I believe we have much to discuss.”

Alex strides forward, a stubborn set to his shoulders. He wastes no time. “How do we get back home?”

Elrond raises a thoughtful eyebrow, leading us to an auxiliary room with plushy chairs and couches. I sit on an unoccupied cushion. “What makes you so sure you can?”

Alex huffs. “If we got here, we can get back. Somehow, there’s a link between the worlds. We just need to find it and use it to get home.”

Elrond nods, appraising my friend. Unexpectedly, he turns his head to me. “And you, Cosima? Do you think there is a way home?”

I open my mouth, but no words come out. I close it, looking at the ground to buy myself some time. What are the possibilities? What are the chances? … And what am I hoping for? “I…I think Alex is probably right. Doors open both ways, right? If it opened to send us here, it can open to send us back. But we don’t know how easy it is to open that door.”

A sparkle enters Elrond’s eye. “Humans often do not get enough credit for their intelligence, nor their tenacity. Yes, I agree that there should be a way for the two of you to return to your homeworld. Power in Arda is changing. Forces of evil grow and the wisdom of the elves must adapt to overcome it. There is a finite amount of power in this world, and with it being pulled in so many different directions, it is possible it has grown thin in its blanket over our universe. The two of you could have fallen between the cracks.”

I look at the wall, not able to withstand Elrond’s piercing gaze or Alex’s frenzied one. If there is a real possibility of going home…isn’t it my duty to try?

Something in Elrond’s words catches my attention. “If the dispersion of that finite amount of power is constantly changing…is it possible that the ‘crack’ that let us in has already closed? Or moved somewhere else? If we tried to go back, isn’t there a chance we would end up in some other world?”

Elrond’s mouth sets into a grave line. “Precisely. There is a great deal of risk involved in your endeavor to return to your world.”

“But you can help us?” Alex speaks in a rough, desperate voice.

Elrond shakes his head, expression regretful. “I have power, yes, but not in the way you seek. If someone were able to help you—and bear in mind, it is a strong ‘if’—it would be Lady Galadriel. I believe you have heard of her through your companions?”

Alex grits his teeth, standing and beginning to pace a furious line. “Are you positive there is nothing you can do? It took two weeks to get here and that wasn’t even the whole journey. We do not have time to wait for them to decide to return to Lothlórien and then make the trip there. That could set us back months.”

“With regret, I am unable to help. My skill lies in healing and languages—academia, really. My power cannot compare to that of the Lady. I am sorry.”

I hate myself a little for it, but I feel relieved. The choice is taken from me. For the time being, all I can do is wait. Lady Galadriel might be able to help us, yes, but it will be at least two months before I have to make the choice to attempt to return home or not.

Alex evidently doesn’t feel the same way, and I don’t like the way he’s glaring at Elrond. I try to smooth things over. “Thank you for speaking with us and trying to help. We’ll let you get back to your work.” I stand, bowing my head in farewell as I’ve seen the elves here do. Alex makes no move to follow me. I prompt him with his name. He keeps his jaw tightly clenched but does incline his head towards Elrond before stalking from the room.

I have to jog to catch up. “Alex—“

“Entertain yourself, Cosima. I want to be alone.”

I take a step back. It’s not his words that stun me, it’s the grief in them. He sounds like he’s being torn apart.

Whereas I feel relief and, if I’m being honest with myself, no small amount of happiness.

I think I’m a bad person.

But I can do one good thing, and that’s grant Alex his wish to handle his feelings in private. I step forward, give him a quick, awkward hug, and let him walk away.

{***}

After lunchtime, there’s a knock on my door. I open it to the grinning faces of Rumil, Orophin, and Lavandil.

Laughing at their enthusiasm, I wave them in, grateful for the seating area in my bedroom — it makes hosting quite convenient.

Rumil whistles lowly, taking a look around. “Look at how they’ve set you up! I’ve got to share with Haldir which is just as terrible as it sounds. He says I snore! I do not snore.” He looks so offended, I don’t have the heart to tell him that he occasionally does.

Lavandil runs her hand over one of the gossamer curtains, eyeing the view. “I love these falls. You don’t seem them as well back where I grew up—that’s partly why I moved to the main city. They’re wonderful, no?”

Even though I’m not a fan of their height, I can definitely agree to their splendor. “Oh, absolutely. After days of the plains and rocks, it’s so nice to have a change of scenery.”

Rumil pours himself a glass of water and reclines on the chaise. “So, where have you been off to today? Baranor and I came looking for you this morning but you weren’t here.”

I blink. I figured Rumil would know, given he shares a room with the brother who collected me. “Haldir took me this morning to see Elrond about my arm. See?” I hold it up to present the thin, raised scar. “All healed. It’s miraculous, really, how it healed within minutes. And then Glorfindel, Haldir, and I had breakfast in the kitchens because I guess we missed the main meal, and then the two of them took off for the borders. I explored for a bit and then—” I falter. Should I tell them about my meeting with Alex and Elrond? Silly, I admonish myself. You didn’t do anything wrong. Still, it feels strange to admit to them that I had been seeking a way home—a way to leave them, essentially. But there’s no good reason to keep it hidden, so I brush aside my hesitation. “I talked to Alex, and then he and I went to visit Elrond.”

“About your home,” Orophin guesses, gravity in his voice.

“Yes,” I admit.

Rumil gapes, evidently caught off-guard, and I shoot him an apologetic look. Yeah, that hurts.

“We wanted to know if getting home is even a possibility. And, well, jury’s still out. But Elrond thinks if someone can help us, it will be Lady Galadriel. So…” I shrug.

A twinkle enters Rumil’s eye and he sits forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “So you’re returning to Lothlórien with us?” All traces of hurt have disappeared from his features.

I can’t help but grin at his excitement. “Yes—if you’ll have us.”

“Of course we will!” He beams, sitting back into the chaise with a new air of relaxation. “I mean, Haldir has the final say of course, but he’ll say yes. He might not like Alex, but he has grown quite fond of you.”

Each ellyn suddenly seems very interested in scrutinizing my face. I feel my cheeks heat under the weight of their stares and try to disguise it by standing and filling a glass of water. “I’ve grown fond of all of you, too.”

Rumil presses further. “Yes, but if you had to pick one—someone you’re the most fond of—who would that be?”

Orophin chuckles and Lavandil bites her lower lip, looking up at me with interest. I take a sip of the water, trying to buy myself time. This feels like a trap. I get around it as best I can. “Roch, of course. I miss him already.”

This sends them into fits of laughter and evidently puts their curiosity to rest — for the time being. I return to my seat, lounging along with them. When the sky begins to darken, Orophin requests dinner to be brought to us and we talk into the late hours of the night enjoying good food and even better company. And, though I am sure to feel guilty about it later, I do not miss Alex or my home at all.

{***}

Despite my full belly and long day, sleep eludes me. Part of that is my fault—I hold myself back from drifting off, not wanting to have another nightmare. When it must be at least midnight, I give up tossing and turning and change back into my day clothes. I didn’t spend near enough time wandering the garden or the library — perhaps I can tire myself with some exploring. As silently as possible, I push open the creaking door and step into the hallway.

It’s surprisingly bright — I’ve caught the moon when it’s high in the sky, and tonight it is full and robust in its shine. Light dances atop the ever-flowing water, creating a sparkling effect that leaves me breathless. Once again, I find myself glad that I have more time here. Though part of me feels like I should want to return home, another part of me isn’t near ready to leave. There’s so much more to see and learn and…well, I’m not ready to give up my new friends.

I go slowly down the open-air corridor, trying to keep my noise to a minimum. The household is asleep, for the most part. I see the odd attendant bustling around finishing duties, but the night is quiet and peaceful. It’s too beautiful to pass time away inside, so I elect to go back to the gardens and just avoid the blossoms that sent me into a sneezing fit earlier today.

The gardens are at the back of the estate and I do my best to remember the path I took this morning. With so many pavilions and archways and hallways and staircases, it’s easy to get lost. But all hallways—sooner or later—lead outside. So, after minutes of unsuccessfully trying to retrace my path, I choose a hallway at random, deciding to follow it to its end.

Further down, warm light flickers and ebbs—candlelight. As I get closer, I catch a voice I know well. He speaks in hurried, hushed tones in the Elvish language—arguing, maybe? Or just having a rushed discussion? A vaguely familiar voice responds in the same manor. Abruptly, the sounds cut off.

I take a few steps forward, the two figures becoming visible in the limited light.

“Haldir?” Squinting, I realize why I sort-of recognized the other voice—it belongs to Glorfindel. The two turn to me, each dipping their head in welcome.

Glorfindel looks perplexed. “Hello, Cosima. Do humans not require much sleep?”

I laugh guiltily. “No, they do — probably more than elves if we’re basing it on my traveling companions. I just couldn’t sleep so I was trying to find the gardens.”

Haldir steps out of the doorway and turns to Glorfindel. “Ah, I should be letting you get to bed, mellon.” He gives a nod of farewell to his elven friend. “We will continue our discussion tomorrow?”

“Yes, yes.” Glorfindel waves off Haldir’s stern look and moves to shut his door. “Goodnight.”

Haldir and I are alone in the hallway.

He clears his throat. “Would you like company?”

I smile, gesturing in the direction of what I hope is the outdoors. “Sure. You’re not tired after being gone all day?”

He shrugs, clasping his hands behind his back as he walks. “Tired, yes. Though my mind is not yet ready for sleep.”

“Was it a long day, then?”

Haldir sighs, and the sound is so weighed down with exhaustion and sadness that I nearly stop and insist we both go to bed. Sleep might make him feel better. But he is an adult and so am I, and neither of us really wants to sleep. So I say nothing and wait for him to explain.

“Much of Elrond’s border patrol is young. I worry they are unprepared for the increase in attacks. The conversation you heard—Glorfindel and I were disagreeing. I think it is worth advising Elrond to send his more experienced fighters to the borders and allow the newer ones to use this time to train. Glorfindel thinks calling the entire army is an overreaction and that I am overstepping my bounds. And he is right. I am captain of the Lady’s guard, not Lord Elrond’s. Still, I cannot help but believe it is worth interfering in this way — I think it could save lives, help Imladris be more prepared.” He looks at the ground, shaking his head. “I am sorry. I don’t need to be bothering you with this.”

“No, it’s alright.” I chuckle ruefully. “You’ve seen me cry so many times, you’ve earned the right to talk about whatever you want.”

He smiles and gives me a side-eye. “I’ll admit, while your tears used to perplex me, I think I am more accustomed to them by now.”

I roll my eyes and make a conscious effort not to be offended. “Great.”

He gives me an apologetic look, but mirth dances in his eyes. I turn the conversation back on him. “So what are you going to do?”

He sighs slowly, turning the corner into an adjacent hallway. “I will continue discussing it with Glorfindel tomorrow — it would be ideal to have him on my side. But if not, I plan to go to Elrond. I’d rather cause offense than withhold strategies that could save lives.”

I nod, agreeing. “Hopefully Glorfindel will see your side, and if he doesn’t, at least Elrond. I can’t imagine he would disagree — Elrond doesn’t seem like the type of man to choose pride over lives.”

“Ellon,” Haldir corrects gently.

I turn over my shoulder so he can see the begrudging look I give him. “Ellon.”

Haldir smiles almost smugly and we step from stone to lush grass. We’ve come out on the side of the estate — the garden is in the back. Thankfully, Haldir seems to know where to go. We curve our path left.

It’s a bit humid and I can feel my hair already reacting. I bring a hand to the back of my head, attempting to smooth the frizz. “Speaking of Elrond, Alex and I went to see him today — Did Rumil tell you?”

Haldir shakes his head but gives me a look that shows he’s not surprised — he guessed Alex and I would ask Elrond about getting home.

I continue, feeling a tad nervous. Rumil said Haldir wouldn’t object to our returning with him, and I don’t think he would…but what if he does? I don’t think I’d be able to keep myself from taking it personally.

I twist the fingers of my right hand into the fabric of my dress. “Um, Elrond mentioned that if anyone can help us get home, it would be Lady Galadriel. So—if it’s alright with you, of course—I—we—would like to return home with you. To Lothlórien.” I add, perhaps unnecessarily.

Haldir stops walking and turns to me, blinking once. Dread seizes in my chest. Oh no.

But his lips twitch and I realize he’s fighting a smile. “Lothlórien would be happy to host you, and I would be honored to escort you back.”

I beam, feeling nearly giddy with relief. Haldir relaxes and a hesitant smile brightens his face. The movement causes moonlight to reflect in his eyes. It sets them alight. I can’t believe I used to think them cold towards me — they are anything but. Guarded and suspicious at times, yes, but never cold. Not now that he’s gotten to know me, anyway. Instead, they are soft, gentle. And, exactly as Rumil had said, fond.

“Thank you.”

He inclines his head in that formal way of his, and the softness never leaves his eyes. He resumes his steps, leading us around the corner and into the labyrinthine garden.

I sneeze.

And again.

And again.

Haldir sputters out a ridiculous laugh, the sound so carefree and wild that I almost don’t mind having to sneeze to hear it.

“You’re allergic,” he accuses, gesturing to the flowers to our right.

I shrug, trying to ignore the tickling in my nose. “Just to some of them. Come on, I found an area earlier that’s not so bad.”

Haldir chuckles and shakes his head but follows me through the gardens. “Why did you want to come here if it just makes you sneeze?”

“Because it’s beautiful,” I answer simply. Because sometimes, that’s enough.

I find the alcove I discovered this morning and sit on the stone bench there, scooting over to make room for Haldir. He sits next to me, stretching out his long legs. Looking up at the sky, I can see stars through the wooden, flower-filled lattice that hangs above us. I sigh, finding the sight of the  sky sobering. “Do you know how I finally realized I was in another world?”

Haldir shakes his head, waiting for me to continue.

“The stars,” I murmur. “In almost every memory I have, I’m looking at the stars. I know their patterns, how they move with the seasons, the names of each constellation. I watched them my whole life. But that night in the plains—when you came looking for me by the river—I looked up and realized that I don’t know these stars. They’re not in the right order or in the proper places. And I knew, even if I wasn’t ready to accept it, that these aren’t the stars of my world.”

Haldir tilts his head to the side, watching me in silence. He twitches as if to move and then tenses, looking uncertain. But after a moment he sets his jaw and, in one fluid motion, stands and removes his cloak, laying it on the ground. He offers me a hesitant smile as he sits—the expression so at odds with his usual confidence that I half-gape at him in disbelief. He reclines slowly, leaving room for me to do the same.

I press my lips against a smile even though I can feel that I’m losing the battle. Okay. I rise from the bench and, taking great care not to step on Haldir’s fingers, lay down next to him.

The thick fabric of his cloak mitigates the coolness of the ground and I stretch out, feeling my back resting on the firm surface of the earth. Though we slept near each other outside every night for two weeks, there were more people, then. We were farther apart. Now, we are alone and, due to the width of the cloak, there is only a sliver of space between us. If I moved my arm even slightly to the right, it would touch his.

When he finally speaks, his voice is quiet, gentle, and rumbles deep in his chest. “I have been watching these stars for centuries. They will become familiar to you, too. You only have to spend time with them.”

So I do.

Haldir and I lay on his cloak staring at the stars for hours. We don’t say much, only periodically mentioning something about our days or asking the other if they’re comfortable or cold. The newness of our proximity never fades, and I find myself hyper-aware of the warmth on the side of my body that nearly touches his. There’s a desire in me—something new and strange—to close that space between us, to rest my head on his chest and feel his arms hold me. I fight it, attempting to focus on what’s above me instead. He doesn’t seem to be struggling like I am.

At some point, I must slip into sleep. When Haldir gently nudges my shoulder, there’s a touch of early light in the sky. He smiles softly, offers me a hand up, and walks me to my room in silence. My efforts and sleep deprivation have left me exhausted. I barely remember climbing into bed and immediately fall back into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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Hi there! You said you take requests. I'd be happy with an imagine about Elrond x reader drinking tea together (h/c). It could be a herbal tea or just something ordinary. Pretty please! Ofc if you feel like writing it. (If not it's ok too~)

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You would think that Imladris, of all places, would be conducive to a good night’s sleep. The air off the mountains is almost always cool and crisp, the roar of the Bruinen contributes pleasant white noise, the crickets sing in the rose gardens, and time itself seems to flow unhurried and unhindered. Still, tonight, you’re finding it difficult to relax. Your thoughts keep wheeling around in your head without any particular pattern, bringing up unpleasant memories and lambasting you with all the things you’re putting off: the little tasks that need doing, the appointments you have to keep. 

It’s pointless to keep lying in bed glaring at the ceiling (even if it is a really beautiful ceiling). Plus, you’re developing a headache. You peel back the blankets and drag yourself out of bed. The library sounds nice. You’ll head there and try and relax, and hopefully later you can try sleeping again. It isn’t terribly late yet. The moon is still low. You’ve got time.

As an afterthought, you grab your journal from the desk by the window. Maybe if you write down everything that’s bothering you, you can stop thinking about it. The floor is cold under your bare feet, and you slip into a pair of house-shoes before heading out of the guest room you’re staying in.

You take the stairs down to the first floor and find yourself in the library in no time at all. It’s empty this time of day save for the librarian --a dark-haired Noldorin elleth who you think (if you’re remembering correctly) is named Iûldis. She gives you a good-natured wave but doesn’t try to make conversation. You return her wave and head past the towering bookcases of ancient tomes and scrolls to a secluded corner that you’ve grown to love.

The library smells of ink and parchment and vaguely of petrichor sifting in from the open windows. You stop on your way to pick out a book to peruse. The corner you like is comprised of an intricately carved cedar desk and a ridiculously plush reading couch flanked with matching reading chairs. It’s the couch that you settle into tonight, placing the little book on the end table and curling up against the armrest to write. 

A pleasant half-hour goes by, but you’re still no sleepier than you began and only marginally less scattered. You set aside your journal in favor of the book. Outside, clouds obscure the moon and rain patters on the terrace. The air turns chilly with a new easterly wind. You shiver and tuck your legs up a bit tighter. That pesky headache still hasn’t gone away. The cold is giving you goosebumps but you’re reluctant to go back to your room just yet.

You catch a whiff of lavender and lemon balm just as someone sets a teacup on the table by your elbow. When you look up, you’re met with a soft smile, warm gray eyes, and an expression that hovers halfway between concern and humor. 

“Riveting reading?” Lord Elrond asks. He’s holding his own cup balanced on a tray in one hand and he has a book tucked under his arm. 

Before you can get up to give him a bow he puts a hand out to stop you. 

You hurry to say: “I didn’t hear you come over, my lord. I’m sorry.”

“Do not be.” He has a thick blanket slung over his arm, and he holds it out to you. “It is a bit cold for you tonight, is it not?” 

You blink and take it, wrapping it around your shoulders and snuggling into it. It’s fluffy and pleasantly heavy, just the right thickness. “A little, yes. Thank you.”

He inclines his head with a little smile and gestures with his teacup to the reading chair next to the couch. “May I join you?”

The first dumb thought that accosts your tired brain is why? Thankfully, you stop yourself before blurting it out loud. He probably has a million things to do so you can’t imagine why he’s bringing you tea and blankets.

...And he’s still standing there, patiently waiting for your answer.

“It’s your house,” you say. You can’t keep the surprise out of your voice. 

“So it is. Still, I find it polite to ask before imposing myself on someone else’s reading.” 

“You’re not imposing,” you say at once. In fact, it’s the exact opposite of an imposition. If you’re honest, you’re absolutely delighted that he’s here asking to join you, offering tea. Ever since you came to Imladris and he offered for you to stay, you’ve admired him. But you’re practically a nobody, and definitely a nobody when compared to him, so you’ve never really worked up the courage to do more than say hello or a few jumbled sentences to him. This opportunity is way too good to pass up.

He sets his tray with its steaming cup of tea on the table between you and takes a seat in the reading chair, placing his book on his lap. There are two spoons on the tray and a few ginger biscuits on a pretty plate and a pot which, as he opens the lid, proves to be filled with honey.

“Would you like some in your tea?” 

You still can’t really believe this is happening. You nod.

He spoons a little bit of honey into your cup and lets you stir it in. Adds some to his own, and says warmly: “I always find that a little bit of lemon balm and lavender is the perfect cure for restless nights.” 

The two of you drink your tea and demolish the biscuits, listening to the rain make music on the roof. He asks you some questions about yourself and where you’re from and seems genuinely interested in your answers, so you’re happy to give them, and he even answers some questions about himself that you’ve been dying to ask him for ages. The time passes by, the rain lets up, and you finish your cup of tea. Before you know it, you’re getting tired. You’ve forgotten all about everything that was bothering you earlier and your headache is completely gone. 

He bids you goodnight with a knowing smile and you go back to your room with that heavy wool blanket wrapped around you like a cloak --and you don’t find it at all difficult to get to sleep. 

#elrond x reader #elrond imagine #lotr imagine #lord of the rings #And Rohan Will Answer! (Requests) #whOOPS this got HUGE #but this was such a nice prompt thank you! #gif warning #and the gif isn't mine #elrond

[my-head-is-an-animal]

All Things Begin With Hardship

Lord Elrond x OFC 

Warnings: Mild injury description, angst, loss.

Summary: When the village of Barepoint is overrun by Orcs, Katrine must find her way to Rivendell and ask Lord Elrond for help, but once she arrives, the great Elven lord becomes more than just a little curious and soon, smitten.

Chapter 1 - The Destruction of Barepoint

‘Katrine!’ Solmund shouted. I ran as fast as I could to the stables where my father had called. ‘Katrine, you must take this to the Elves-‘

    ‘No, father, I can’t leave you.’ I refused to take the letter he was handing me.

    ‘Rohan will not make it this far in time,’ he said, firmly. ‘And the village will be overrun by nightfall, it is over for us, we know where they are going next, south, and the only thing we can do now is warn Rivendell that an attack is coming for them.’

    I felt my tears running hot down my face. ‘Come with me, father.’ I pleaded.

    He held my face and looked down at me with his big brown eyes, pride and love in his expression. ‘Who will give you a head start if I go with you?’

    ‘No!’ I cried and held my father tight. ‘I don’t want to go.’

    ‘Be brave, my child,’ he whispered. ‘We have already lost this fight, but we can still do some good in this world. You can save Elvish lives and they will appreciate that. We all must sacrifice ourselves for the good of others.’

    ‘I don’t want you to die, father.’ I couldn’t go, I couldn’t leave my people to suffer while I escaped. We had already sent the women, children and the weak underground, it would take a week for the Orcs to find them as long as they kept quiet.

    ‘You must do this for me Katrine, you must do this for the lives that can still be saved.’ My father pushed me away from his embrace and shoved me into the smallest armour he could find. ‘My darling daughter. Your mother would be so proud of you.’ He handed me a small dagger that he always kept in his belt. ‘I hope you never have to use it, true courage is knowing not when to take a life, but when to spare one. A very wise man told me that once. Now go.’

    He lifted me onto the horse as I continued to sob, the sounds of the Orcs were getting louder and my father was ushering me out of the stables. He handed me a brown, leather satchel.

    ‘I love you Katrine, don’t look back. Ride as fast as you can, do not stop until you reach the city. Ask for Lord Elrond, he is their leader, he will help you if you ask, you have the letter and the courage to find him. I love you with all my heart. Now go!’

    ‘Father!’ Without warning my father slapped the horse on the rear and I began riding south, he put me on the fastest horse our village and sent me on my way.

    I didn’t want to look back, but I needed to see my father one last time. I would regret the decision for the rest of my life, an Orc had picked him up and impaled him on a long, thin piece of wood that stuck out of the ground. I cried out so loud, I felt the blood pour up my neck.

    Everything I had ever known was gone. The village of Barepoint was burning, my home was gone, my family was dead and the only hope for anyone was contained in a letter to Lord Elrond of Rivendell.

    I felt a sharp pain in my leg and when I looked down I could see an arrow coming out of my thigh in the gap between the armour. I whipped my head back to see two orcs following me, they shot arrows at me and I urged my horse to run faster.

 Lord Elrond had been out with a scouting party, he occasionally joined them when something of interest came up on the outskirts of his lands, they weren’t that far from Rivendell and had stopped to allow the horses to drink from the river.

    His own horse and stopped all movement aside from his twitching ears, catching Elrond’s curiosity.

    ‘What is it, Bellor? Something caught your ears?’ Elrond stroked the black mane. Bellor, continued to stay still, his ears faced north and then his head. ‘What’s wrong?’ Elrond asked, almost hoping for a reply.

    ‘My lord?’ Lindir asked, observing the horse as well.

    ‘I think he hears something over there.’ Elrond replied, scanning the treeline where Bellor was focusing his attention. A few of the scouts laid hands on their weapons just in case, but Elrond kept his gaze on Bellor.

    Without warning the horse bolted, Elrond went to follow, but stopped when it was clear he was never going to catch his horse on foot.

    ‘Well, whatever it was, Bellor is now gone.’ Elrond said, angrily.

    ‘You can take my horse back, my lord.’ One of the scouts said. Elrond nodded in thanks and they made their way back to Rivendell.

    It was a few hours ride as they approached their home and Elrond felt a familiar welcoming wash over him as he looked on at the people going about their day.

    ‘Lord Elrond!’ Lindir called just as Elrond gracefully dismounted.

 Pain radiated not just up my leg, but my back and my arms, I couldn’t look, didn’t dare see what damage had been done to me in the wave of arrows. But it was obvious that my horse wouldn’t survive having been caught by something poisonous, there was a good chance I had been shot with a poison arrow as well, but the effects were taking longer.

    I limped into the forest, trying to remember where I had seen Kingsfoil, I needed to get to Rivendell to warn the Elves of the oncoming attack, but without looking behind me, I couldn’t tell how much time I had to mend myself.

    My leg was burning, but finally I’d found the plant and did my best to apply it, but there were some wounds I couldn’t reach.

    The arrows in my back were making it difficult to move, maybe two or three of them, one in my leg, another two in my arm and one that had scraped my neck. I wasn’t going to make it.

    Someone was chasing me, likely a couple of Orcs had separated to come after me. I couldn’t stay where I was, I had no horse and Rivendell was still a day’s ride from the edge of the Trollshaws forest. It would take more than a day walking and more than that to limp, but I couldn’t give up.

    I struggled to my feet and began limping as fast as I could south.

    I had an idea; the Orcs would certainly find me faster if I ran through the forest, but if I climbed the trees and moved above ground, it would be harder for them to catch me.

    I would go climbing often with the boys in the village when I was young and I learnt to hide from them in the same way. My leg made it difficult to climb, but eventually I was high enough that I could crawl through the same branches that I navigated when I was young.

    I was beginning to worry that I wouldn’t make it in time, it had been two days and I still wasn’t out of the forest. I was constantly reapplying the Kingsfoil and constantly in a state of panic, exhaustion and agony.

    I wondered if anyone had survived the attack on the surface, there were still people underground in the village. I didn’t stop, barely slept in the safety of the trees, but soon that caught up with me and I slipped on a sap-covered branch. I fell nearly twenty feet to the ground, it wasn’t as soft a landing as I’d hoped and darkness soon took over.

    I could smell something foul, Orc blood. I opened my eyes and saw trees whizzing past me, hooves stamping beneath me, black hair was in my face. I was on a huge black horse, it was sprinting towards the edge of the treeline, out of Trollshaws. I squinted at the sun and deduced we were heading south.

    Wherever the horse was taking me, it was in the right direction.

    ‘Lord Elrond,’ I croaked, my tongue sticking to the inside of my mouth from the lack of water. ‘I need to go to Rivendell.’ It took almost the last of my energy to say it, I wasn’t even sure why I told the horse where I needed to go, but if it had found me, then maybe it was an Elven horse. My father told me they were the most intelligent horses you could find.

    We came to a stop and the horse lowered its body, close to the trickling sounds of water. The horse gulped buckets and I clambered from its back to do the same. My limbs were so much weaker than they’d ever been, so much so that drinking seemed to be an impossible task. I tried to pull off my armour, but the arrows that were still lodged in my back kept it in place. Pain flooded my whole body and I cried out for a moment before remembering I needed to stay quiet in case the Orcs were still following me.

    ‘Rivendell. Lord Elrond.’ I repeated to myself and craned my neck to drink from the river, the cool liquid was a welcome feeling running down my throat. I scooped up a little more and poured it onto my thigh. Again it was agony and I did my best to supress a cry, but it only made my tears run faster.

    It was hopeless, I was never going to reach Rivendell. I got the satchel off from around my neck and attached it to the horse, if he was Elven, surely he would find a way back to Rivendell. The horse bowed and once again lowered it’s body for me to climb back on, but I didn’t see much chance of me making it to the city. I was too weak and too tired to try any longer.

    The best I could hope for was that the Elves would make sure my body wasn’t eaten by Orcs. I didn’t even have the energy to cry at the thought that every man and able-bodied boy had suffered that exact fate in my village.

    The horse waited patiently for me to get my feet into the stirrups before bolting again. I slumped over the saddle, wrapping the reigns around my hands and wrists to keep me in place and allowed my body to just relax, there was no need to expend energy I didn’t have. It was only then that I noticed my dagger was covered in Orc blood, was that me? Surely I couldn’t have done that?

    My mind flitted back and forth, never really focussing on any memory or single thought, I tried so hard to think about what I needed to do, to do as my father had asked.

    ‘Rivendell. Lord Elrond.’ My lips moved and breath definitely came out, but I couldn’t tell if I’d actually made any sound beyond that.

    The horse stopped sprinting and the slight momentum on my weak body was enough to send me forwards, falling off and onto the hard stone beneath me. My foot was still caught in one of the stirrups, but what did it matter?

    I failed.

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#lord elrond #elrond #elrond x ofc #lord elrond x reader #elrond x reader #lord elrond x ofc #arwen evenstar #lindir #bellor #elrond fic

[i-drink-and-i-write-fics]

Middle Earth Mischief

Middle Earth Mischief Series: Lord Elrond x Nix (OFC), Glorfindel x Brenior (OMC), Thranduil x Brenior (OMC) (Stories by me and The Merriweather Mage)

Work Summary: What happens when two long-distance friends find themselves in a completely different universe? They make the most of their new home.

Confession -  Elrond PoV x Reader (Written by Bren):

The Lord of Imladris has a confession to make…

Reflection - Brenior PoV x Thranduil (Written by Bren):

A self-reflection while lying with Thranduil.

From Visitors to Rulers - Nix PoV x Elrond (Written by Nix):

Nix worries about her friend and thinks about how her life has changed so drastically.

Under a Starless Sky - Thranduil x Bren (2nd person PoV) (Written by Bren):

Thranduil comforts Brenior when he needs him most.

The Lord of the Golden Flower - Bren x Glorfindel (Written by Nix):

Glorfindel knows how it feels when the darkness closes in. Being one who was lucky enough to return to Arda, he understands better than most. So when the darkness comes for the one he loves, he will do what he can to calm you until the dawn returns.

Dragons of The North - Elrond PoV x Nix (Written by Nix):

The new Lady of Imladris finds an unconventional familiar. Her husband, Lord Elrond, has some concerns.

Twas the Night Before….Turuhalme? - Elrond x Nix, Glorfindel x Brenior, Thranduil x Brenior (Co-written by Nix and Bren):

It’s their first holiday season in Middle Earth and Brenior and Phoenix see how differently their husbands celebrate this time of year.

#all my mutants in a queue #Thranduil #glorfindel #elrond #middle earth mischief #reblog

[benhardyaf]

To be so Lonely - One

Pairing: Legolas x OFC

Word Count: 563

Warnings: none

Please let me know what you think! Any feedback is welcome.

Read on Wattpad here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/230916984-to-be-so-lonely-legolas-x-ofc

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"Legolas." Thranduil looked up from his desk when his son walked in. "We have guests arriving soon."

Legolas nodded at him, taking a seat lazily before Thranduil. "And who exactly are we expecting?"

Thranduil had deliberately withheld information from Legolas of the guests they would be hosting this summer. Any time he had attempted such things in the past hadn't gone down too well. He sighed deeply, knowing that it was time to reveal his intentions to his son.

"Lord Elrond."

Legolas frowned, unsure why his father had kept Lord Elronds' arrival a secret to him. Elrond was an old friend of his fathers, and had acted as a mentor to Legolas for a time when he was growing up. "Why is that-"

"With his daughters."

Legolas grimaced. It was now very clear to him what his father was thinking. It was his turn to sigh. "Ada." He shook his head. "I will not be pawned off to the highest bidder."

The two had been having the same argument for many years. Thranduil was growing ever more concerned about his lineage. As all the elves were, he could sense dark things brewing in middle earth, and it worried him that he only had Legolas to continue the Mirkwood legacy. It had become increasingly obvious that Legolas had no interest in ever getting married, if it could be avoided.

Legolas was opposed to many of the ideals of marriage and partnership. In the past, when he was quite a young elf, he had been visited by many men who wanted their daughters to marry a Prince. It worked in Legolas' favour that Thranduil was very set on the idea of him marrying someone of royal blood or high status, so these girls and their eager fathers were sent away. The whole affair had turned him off marriage altogether, if he was honest with himself, which he often wasn't.

"You are not being pawned off." Thranduil stood up, walking to the window in his office. "For once, I need you to start thinking like a Prince. You are not just any other man who walks these walls. You are my son, and you will take this crown when I have had my time with it. I will not have you waste your years out in the forest, killing beasts and wreaking havoc with your friends. You cannot ignore your duties any longer."

Legolas didn't respond. He was looking at his hands as they sat on the armrests of the chair. He had always hated the title Prince, he felt it didn't fit him.

"You need to keep an open mind." Thranduil walked back to his desk, sitting behind it and looking at his son. "I need you to do this for me."

Meeting his father's eyes, Legolas nodded. "Alright, but I will not be giving up the guard."

"I would never expect you to." Thranduil shook his head. "Now get cleaned up, you're a mess."

He was right, Legolas had been out shooting targets and had patches of mud all over his tunic. He would've kept his weapons with him if Delion didn't have him relinquish them before leaving the armoury.

"As you wish." Legolas left his father to his thoughts.

Thranduil put his head in his hands as the door closed. The next few days weren't going to be pleasant for either of them.

#legolas #legolas thranduilion #lord of the rings #lotr #legolas greenleaf #legolas fanfiction #lotr fanfic #frodo #bilbo #gandalf #elrond #thranduil #arwen #aragorn #gimli #boromir #merry #pippin #samwise #mirkwood #middle earth

[sunigyrl]

Anqualë: The Fault is Not Your Own

Series Summary: The Queen of Mirkwood was lost to her kingdom almost two centuries ago after a battle with orc marauders. King Thranduil and Prince Legolas have worked to move on, but the past still shrouds their lives. Try as they might, the agony of loss still dogs their steps. Yet things are not always what they seem...

Series Pairings: Thranduil x Wife!OFC, Legolas x Mother!OFC

Warnings: angst, implied smut

Word Count: 4.4k

A/N: The chapter that I personally have been waiting for: Thranduil is finally here! He happens to be one of my favorite characters in the entire Tolkien universe, even if I’m not particularly keen on his treatment in The Hobbit films.Lee Pace did a phenomenal job in this role. He’s also quite pretty to look at, ijs.

One thing to note is that Thranduil and Arahaelil have special names for each other that they only use in private. They were born during the old traditions when elves had four names. The first was given to them by their father at birth. The second given by their mother when they came of age and was based on their physical traits or personality. The fourth was a name of their own choosing that they would be known as by the world. The third is particularly special, as it was given to them by an intimate partner and was only ever spoken by their partner during private, intimate moments. Usually these names are never revealed, but I’m revealing their third names..

Gilrin- Thranduil’s name for Arahaelil. It means “Lady Crowned with Stars”

Aglardaer- Arahaelil’s name for Thranduil. It means “Glory/Splendor/Wise”

Part 3 | Part 5

Two dreams. Two dreams in almost as many weeks. That was the only thing that Thranduil could think of as he left his bed this morning. She had come to him again last night, just as she had done a week ago. That initial dream had haunted his waking moments every day since. Over the years Thranduil had many dreams of Arahaelil. Some were of days long since past of their life together before she was taken. Others were dreams of what could have- should have- been but would never be.

Yet his dream from a week ago was different than any he had ever had before. It felt different. Where before his dreams felt like that, dreams, this one was different entirely. In the dream he felt like he had been transported to another place. As if Arahaelil had taken him back in time to their first meeting and allowed them to relive it. Everything in that setting felt so alive. SHE felt so alive. It was almost as if she were actually there with him. As if she had come back to him. But then the scenery changed and she was ripped from him again as she pleaded for his help. Why? What did it mean? She had never called out to him in such a way or asked for his help before? Why now?

These thoughts plagued Thranduil’s mind for days. He tried to work out what was occurring and why this was happening to him. Happening now. Why the dreams had changed. He spent every spare moment contemplating this, trying to suss out the meaning. Sleep evaded him every night as he would try to make the puzzle pieces fit in his head to reveal what was happening. He hoped the arrival of Elrond and the Council two days ago would provide him some distraction, and it did for a brief while. Yet last night as he climbed in his bed and found sleep for the first night in days, it happened again.

Just as he drifted from the edges of consciousness into sleep, Arahaelil came to him again. This time she brought a memory that he tried to forget as hard as he could, though it was one of the most cherished memories of her that he had. This dream, this memory really, was of one of the last nights that they spent together. It occurred just days before she was lost to him. It was a night where they shared their love for each other. Had discussed their hopes and dreams for the future. They ended it wrapped up in each other; Thranduil’s favorite places to find himself. Yet this dream, like the one from last week, was different from all the others. It did not feel like a dream. It felt REAL. As if he were reliving that memory in the present, and Arahaelil was very much right there with him. It vexed him to no end. Why were the dreams coming so frequently now, and why were they so different?

Thranduil felt Legolas’ presence as he came to stand beside him. Through the haze of his thoughts he had heard the young ellon and Elrond as they made their way toward him from across the grounds. Yet the meanings of the dreams he had were all that he could focus on. He watched from the corner of his eye as Legolas began to look upon the last remaining physical reminder of his mother’s existence in the kingdom. Thranduil never meant to lock all of her possessions away and erase her from existence, yet that was how he was best able to cope with her loss at the time. Wiping every part of the kingdom clean of the physical reminders of her until none existed outside of a single wing of the palace. A wing only he could access, though he rarely ever did. That is what gave his heart and his mind enough solace to wade through life and continue on. For he had to continue, he was a king after all. And a king cannot fail his duties. He cannot fail his subjects. Cannot fail his son. So Thranduil did what he had to do to survive, and he closed off every part of his life that made him feel. It was the only way to continue on and fulfill his duties. Though it was not the best way to continue life, especially for a father that had to nurture a young son. He did what was necessary and that was what was necessary. Wasn’t it?

Staring at the statue of his mother for a moment longer, Legolas turned to his father. “I have the daily report on the training of the new recruits if you would like to hear it”.

Hoping that this news would serve as a sort of icebreaker and pull his father out of his revere, a nervous Legolas waited for some sort of reply. Yet none came. His father still stared unmoving at his mother’s statue. So he tried again, “The new recruits are faring well My Lord. Their training is coming along far better than expected. They should be ready to join the ranks sooner than planned”.

Still no response or acknowledgment from his father. Thinking that Thranduil was not interested in reports given the news of the morning council meetings, Legolas decided to try a different tactic.

“The garden looks exceptionally beautiful this year. With each passing year it grows more and more beautiful and peaceful here.  Her statue standing so tall and regal amongst her favorite blooms. This was always nana’s favorite place. I am sure she would have lo-”

“I heard your conversation with Elrond as you made your way here. I know what you seek. Ask me the question you have come to ask or leave. I do not have the time or the mind for petty games Legolas”, Thranduil finally acknowledged his son with an agitated reply. Eyes still transfixed on the statue’s face.

“Do you dream of her ada? I can no longer feel her and she very rarely comes to me. Does she still come to you?” The words spilling from Legolas’ mouth before he even knew what he was saying. This was not how he intended to begin the conversation, but it would have to be.

“She does”, Thranduil replied. His tone flat and aloof as he finally regarded his son with an indifferent look.

“Why does she still come to you and not me? Why does my mother not visit me like she once did before?!”, Legolas asked, jealousy he wasn’t aware of slowly creeping into his tone.

“I do not control her memory or when it chooses to make her present to you. It would be of your own doing that her memory evades you”, Thranduil said slowly in a dismissive tone as he turned from his son to look at the statue once more.

“Yet you are responsible for keeping her from me all this time! It is because you never speak of her that I have no memories! You have refused to share her with me; to keep her alive for me. From the moment she was taken until this day, you refuse to share her with me. Everything that is hers you locked away and forbid me from even looking upon it. Those that have memories of her cannot speak them for fear that you will either banish them or imprison them in the dungeons. I HAD TO SNEAK INTO HER STUDY JUST TO FEEL CLOSE TO HER! And you tell me that you do not control the access to my memories? There are days that she is so lost to me that I cannot recall if she even loved me the way you claim she did!”

“She loved you more than anything or anyone. Of that you do not need to question”, Thranduil spoke calmly to Legolas as he continued to stare at the statue of Arahaelil.

“Convince me. Tell me what you have seen. What she shows you. Give me a memory of my mother that you have kept from me all these years”, Legolas demanded of his father.

Turning to his son with a pensive look, Thranduil slowly began to share his latest dream.

Laughter could be heard throughout the halls of the royal bed chambers as Thranduil made his way to the door of his son. Stopping just before the opening so that he could look inside without his presence being noticed, he saw his queen helping their son finish preparing for bed. All the while telling him a story.

"What happened after that nana?", the golden haired boy asked from his spot on the floor in front of his mother. Small eyes focused on little fingers that toyed with the edges of the woven rug on which they sat. His mother dutifully worked to reweave the braids in his hair.

"Then the handsome golden prince told the silver princess that he no longer wished to be in her company, for he had fallen into a stream during his chase of her and was now all wet. The prince was most distressed and blamed the princess for this. Though it was his own fault for giving chase when he knew that the rocks were quite slippery. "You are all wet. Let me help you my lord", the princess told the prince with a small laugh and extended hand. "I require no help from you. I will do it myself", the prince snapped to her with a deep scowl on his face as he swatted away her hand. As he made to stand, he slipped on the rocks once more, splashing deeper into the water. The princess began to laugh louder. "Please my lord, let me help you before your clothes are fully soaked through and you catch your death", she said as she stretched her hand to him once more. With a look of disgust, the prince finally took the princess' hand in his. It was at that moment that the princess noticed a most devious smirk beginning to form on the prince's face. Before she could draw her hand from his, the prince pulled the princess forward and she fell into the stream beside him in a heap".

"And then what happened nana", the young prince asked eagerly as he walked toward his bed. Climbing upon it, he began bouncing in excitement. "Please, you must tell me what happens next".

Moving into the room from his hiding place so that he could look at his son, Arahaelil and Legolas turned to Thranduil in surprise as he spoke."And then the golden prince laughed at the beautiful silver princess, for her clothes were now soaked as well. Her crown sent askew atop her dripping hair. Surely she would be angry and throw a fit. But the princess did something that the prince did not expect. Instead of lashing out in anger for his stunt, she burst into a fit of laughter all her own”.

“The two sat and laughed for many moments until they found it hard to draw breath. Upon regaining their composure, the prince looked at the princess and noticed that her face had settled into a smile. Her eyes closed as she basked in the warm sunlight and listened to the song of the forest. The smile that sat upon her face was the most radiant thing the prince had ever seen, and sunlight danced off the water on her skin and hair setting them alight. Like some beautiful being from Valinor. As she slowly opened her beautiful eyes and shone them upon him, it was at that moment the golden prince knew that the enchanting silver princess would be his queen", Thranduil finished as he stopped beside Legolas' bed with a lazy smile on his face. Both mother and son looking up at him, faces enrobed with complete rapture and awe.

"But what of the golden prince and the silver princess? Did he make her his queen? Ada I must know. You must tell me", Legolas demanded as he sunk further into his blankets, though still very much awake.

"The rest of the story is for another night little leaf. Now is the hour when young princes must rest. Especially after the events of today. I trust you found much enjoyment", Thranduil said softly to his son before returning his gaze his queen.

Giving him one last loving look, Arahaelil turned to Legolas and tucked him in. "We shall finish this part of the tale tomorrow my little green leaf. For now you must rest so that you will grow tall and strong".

"Yes ada and nana. Thank you for my begetting day celebration. It was the best celebration I have had", young Legolas said through a large yawn. His eyes now hooded from the fog of sleep that finally settled in.

"You are most welcome. Sweet dreams my little prince. I love you", she whispered in his ear as she lovingly kissed the side of his sun kissed temple before taking her husband's hand and moving to stand next to him.

"I love you nana and ada".

"As I you ioneg. Sleep well", Thranduil spoke in hushed tones while running his hand lovingly across the top of his son’s head before turning and ushering his queen from the room. Closing the door lightly, Thranduil wrapped his arm around his beloved's waist and drew her close to him as Arahaelil rested her head against his chest. The couple silently walked through the halls to their own bed chamber.

"That was a wondrous day, a'maelamin. It was most entertaining to see you all wet", Arahaelil lightly chuckled as she stood in the middle of their room and bathed in the moonlight that poured in from the skylight above.

"It was a most wondrous day indeed, emel nin. It was the day that I came to realize you were my one", Thranduil said lowly as his eyes tracked her from his perch against the back of the door.

Arahaelil turned to look at Thranduil with a bright smile. "And I you, my soul", she breathed. His blue eyes smoldered into her, shining with love, desire and need.

The sight before him was more than he could bear. His queen, as always, was somehow even more radiant when bathed in moonlight. Her long wavy tresses glowed to a sparkling silver against her glimmering white and gold fitted gown. The white gems in her crown shone about her head as if a halo made from the stars themselves. She looked like some heavenly being come to earth. He had to have her.

Taking his leave of the door, Thranduil gracefully stalked toward his queen and towered over her so that she was forced to look up at him and into the moonlight. It danced in her liquid silver pools and gave them an otherworldly glow. "You are truly beautiful Gilrin. I do not deserve you", he whispered softly as his fingers strummed through her silken mane. Slowly he slid his hands down her rib cage and rested them in the dip of her tiny waist. Roughly he pulled her forward so that her hips were flush with his. At once his arms encircled her as he slowly began to sway their bodies from side to side.

"It is I who do not deserve you my handsome Aglardaer", she whispered back as she wrapped her arms around his torso. Her nails lightly clawing at the robe covered flesh just below his shoulder blades. For many moments they just swayed, looking into the other’s eyes as they danced in the moonlight. "What is it that your heart would have my king? What is the wish that shines in your eyes but you do not speak? Please tell me".

"Another child, my queen. I wish for a daughter that looks such as you. As if she were formed by the Valar themselves and brought to life from the moonlight that shines in your eyes. I would give my kingdom to see you swollen with my daughter not many months hence. Our son roaming these halls", he breathed into her ear as he stopped their movement and fixed her with a serious look.

Taking a small step back to regard him, Arahaelil fixed him with a serious gaze. For several moments she silently stared deep into Thranduil’s eyes as if searching for something, though what he was unsure. Finally she gave him an answer. "I would see the desire of my love's heart granted", she whispered while drawing her right fore and middle fingers along his jawline slowly. Trailing down his neck, she wantonly let them slip beneath his neckline to trace his collar bone before disappearing down his shirt. Her marriage band leaving a cooling sensation that contrasted the blazing fire of her fingers' wake.

Swiftly he lifted his love into the air and spun her in a deep embrace. Arahaelil greedily threaded her hands through his golden mane and lightly tugged as she rested her face against the top of his head. Thranduil's nose rested in the hollow of her neck, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of her scent until he felt lightheaded. His hands itching to feel her silky skin against his. His mouth yearning to taste her sweet flesh on his tongue. The fire burning brighter in his loins as his member twitched at the thought of being inside her. Of her satin-like walls pulsing around him. His rich laugh bellowed through the room.

"You were frightened I would not indulge your request", she stated with a sultry smirk as he lowered her to the floor and brought his forehead to rest against her's. Their breath now coming in ragged gasps, eyes searching the other's hungrily. Swiftly she pushed his outer robe from his shoulders before reaching down and removing the jeweled belt from the waist of her gown.

"I will admit, I was… anxious that you would not share in my desire", he said huskily as his left thumb lightly caressed her plump bottom lip. The tip of her tongue peeking from its haven to tease his digit. His right hand removing her gown from her left shoulder and then her right, sending it cascading to the floor.

Taking hold of his left wrist to still his movements against her lips, she slowly caressed his cheek with the other hand. "Never my love. I must confess that I too have wished the same for a time, though I did not know how to tell you given recent events. I do so miss the days when my little green leaf was but a babe. I long to hold another of our children in my arms". Beckoning him nearer, she nuzzled his nose with her own as she undid the last laces on his shirt and peeled it from his frame.

"Then let your longing be fulfilled. The affairs of this world hold no bearing when it comes to you. They hold no weight within these halls. Within this realm. I live only to fulfill the indulgences of my queen and grant her every desire". His alabaster hand now gently enclosing her chestnut neck so that long fingers could seductively stroke it's length.

"I would have that, and as many more as the Valar would send to us", her voice hoarse with passion as her lips brushed against his, stoking the inferno of lust and need that threatened to consume them both. Nimble fingers undid the laces of his trousers and sent them pooling around his feet in a heap, leaving Thranduil bare before her in all of his glory.

"And I would have the same. But for now...", he said in a low, smoky growl before scooping her equally naked frame up into his arms and making his way toward the bed. Arahaelil let out a soft purr as she nuzzled his jaw while gently stroking the nape of his neck. "For now, we shall take the night to create our daughter".

Keeping the events of what happened once the couple had reached their bedroom to himself,  Thranduil returned to the present and looked at his son. Tears now streaming down the younger elf’s face.

“I remember that night so vividly, though I could not recall it until this moment. My begetting day. That was only days before she… “

“Yes, it was”

“You have had more dreams like this?”

“On occasion.”

“Why did you never think to share these with me before now? To share my mother with me?”, Legolas asked, his ire apparent in his tone.

“Because it was too painful”, Thranduil replied coolly.

“Too painful for who? Too painful for you? What about how painful it was for me?”, Legolas voice was barely below a yell at this point.

“Yes, me. The memories of your mother- my wife- are quite painful. I knew you were in pain, and that at the moment it was comfort you needed. So I told you stories of how much she loved you and cared for you. At the time it would have hurt too much for me to discuss the memories”, Thranduil stated plainly as if Legolas were still a small child.

“Hurt you? How could discussing memories of nana’s love hurt you? I do not understand?”

“There is so much that you do not know. And even more that you could not hope to understand.”

“Hope to understand? Ada, what I KNOW and UNDERSTAND is that we are both in pain and do not have to be! We can help each other. I KNOW that the loss of nana…”

“Do not presume to tell me about her loss! YOU KNOW NOTHING!”, Thranduil roared before turning away in what almost looked like shame.

Taken aback by his father’s furious response Legolas spoke cautiously, “I know that you were so broken that you almost faded! I saw it. When you thought I was asleep, I saw how you would shed tears hour after hour every night. How you would not allow anyone into our rooms and would only speak to nana when you thought no one was listening. I saw it and I was afraid. Afraid that you were going to leave me too. I did not know what to do to stop it-“

“It was you”, Thranduil spoke in an even tone. “You are what kept me from fading. What KEEPS me from fading. With every day that comes I feel the loss of your mother as deeply as the moment it happened. It is a festering and ugly wound that has never healed. Arahaelil was the other half of my soul and the greatest love of my life. She was stolen from me. Ripped from MY lands that were under MY care. I do not know where she is or how to find her. All that I found in Gundabad was a battle scarred courtyard, her bloodied cloak and her marriage band. I could not find her. I could not save her. I could not even bring her body back and give her a proper burial! I had to settle for this statue made in her likeness. Do you know how painful it is to know that I could not protect her, nor could I bring her home to her son and her people?! How much of a failure that has made me?!”

“For a time it seemed I only had her possessions and my dreams to remind me of her! Yet as you grew older you became more and more like her. Everything that you say and do reminds me of her. The way that you walk, so proud and tall. Your smile, so warm and welcoming like hers. Your speech, when you sneak off on adventures instead of doing your work. She loved looking for a new adventure. The way that you interact with the people. The way you naturally took to the bow and excel at it. When you spar in combat or lead the charge in battle. Your personality. Every mannerism that you display belonged to her. Though you may look like me and have one or two of my traits, you are every bit your mother’s son. In who you are and everything you do. I see her when I look at you. That has been both my greatest pain, and my greatest comfort every day since she was lost”, Thranduil said smoothly regaining his stoic composure after letting the smallest bit of his grief leak into his words with every sentence.

“Nearly two centuries have passed. Can you not speak of her with me now? Ada, I know it hurts but if you are willing to speak freely of it with me I can help you. No one else will need to know. Only you and I”. Legolas had felt the extent of his father’s grief for a brief moment and it took his breath away. The burden Thranduil carried was far greater than he ever imagined.

“You cannot help me little leaf. Not in this. No one can. Nor will I allow you this burden. It is my wound to bear, and I must carry it alone”, Thranduil gave a resigned sigh as he gave his son a sad gaze before looking off into the distance.

“Please ada, do not do this. Do not shut me out, I am strong. I can help you bear this burden. You do not have to carry it alone. Let me help you”, Legolas begged while placing a hand on his father’s shoulder in a gesture of comfort. Though his pleas continued to fall on deaf ears.

“So much like her you are. You do not even realize the depth of it. She did not blame you, nor do I. She chose to give her life for you. That is a choice that she made because of her love for you. It is the same choice that I would make for you. Forgive yourself of the error for which you have assigned blame and finally let it go. Have peace. It was not your fault what happened that day. Know this in your mind and in your heart my son”, was the last thing Thranduil said before turning to leave a stunned Legolas in the garden with a newly lightened heart but equally heavy thoughts.

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A Noble Maiden Fair.

Pairing: Thranduil x OFC

Rating: Fluff.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Tolkien characters mentioned or the world in which they inhabit. I also do not own the lyrics used within this story. I do however own Edana Leòideach. This is purely written for entertainment purposes. I do not make any money from this, whatsoever.

Warnings: None.

Length: 2,609 words.

Note: I have a feeling I have already posted this one but I can’t seem to find it. My apologies if you have seen this one before. It also posted on my AO3 account.

This was also written based on an imagine from Tumblr but I can’t seem to find it either. Edana is also loosely based off of the character Merida, from Disney’s Brave. The song she sings is Noble Maiden Fair from the same film. It is written in Gaelic. 

Summary: This maiden fair sings a lullaby and captures the heart of a particular Elven king, Thranduil.

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After the chaos had subsided and the dwarves were allowed to join the elves for supper, instead of being cooped up in the cells, Edana could only hope that the company would behave themselves. She really couldn't handle any more embarrassment such as the behaviour that unfurled during their time spent with lord Elrond in Rivendell. Fortunately, and to her surprise they all sat quietly at the table. Thankfully the halfling had come to her aid in reminding the men that they were no longer around the table at Bag End, but dining with the king of the Woodland Realm, Thranduil; who despite his dislike towards the Dwarvish kind offered them food and shelter. Albeit he did capture them first but in his defence, they were trespassing on his lands. 

Thorin grunted with obvious dislike at having to mind his manners before the elves, but for Edana he would spare her the shame, for she was the only woman amongst them. It would be unfair of him to let her experience such madness all of the time. He then laughed to himself as he noted himself referring to the lass as a lady, for she had yet to demonstrate such behaviour befitting that status. Maybe it was the fact that she had spent too much time in their company that had ruined any chance of that, or her fiery aura that did not make room for grace and elegance.

Breaking herself off a little of the elven bread placed before her, she examined the produce before taking a bite. It was different than what she was used to, but after a few reluctant swallows she found it to be not all that bad. So much could be said for the boys as they looked to the greenery upon their plates with faces like disappointed children. She even noticed Bofur lifting up a leaf in hope that underneath a piece of meat would be hiding. Much to his despair he found only more green. Before he could say anything, as she expected him to do, she gave him a kick under the table as a reminder of their other guests. 

Wincing from the sudden attack, Bofur grumbled and tore a great piece out of the leaf on his plate in comical defeat. His actions brought Edana to let out a laugh. Her laugh, melodious as it was, broke the silence in the room in turn attracting the attention of the elven king.

Thranduil looked to the other end of the table at the fiery, red haired maiden. He wasn't quite sure what to make of the woman as he had never met such a specimen of female before. She was neither Dwarf nor Elf which led him to believe she was human. This made her that little bit more likeable to him as he favoured humans over dwarves but only a little, for he found men to be too rash and greedy, although less greedy than dwarves. To be fair it didn't take much for Thranduil to dislike anybody other than his own kin. 

He took a moment to admire her form for as before said he was not familiar with a woman of fuller figure. Elven women were mostly tall and lean in their figures, delicate and elegant whereas Edana embodied curves, a fuller breast and a shorter frame. Shorter than that of an Elf she was still a head or so taller than her Dwarf friends and almost double the height of the Hobbit, Bilbo. What fascinated him most was the flaming red curls that was her hair. Although it was slightly unkempt, compared to the straight silver strands of his own, it suited her well. The curls gently nestled themselves to rest upon her shoulders, complimenting and framing her youthfully rounded face. 

Lifting the goblet to his lips, he tore his gaze away from the maiden and continued with his meal and wine, making sure the dwarves kept to their word and behaved themselves. Just as he turned away Thorin looked to the Mirkwood royal, briefly catching him admiring Edana. He was sure that he caught the king smirking slightly as he looked over their friend. To be fair he couldn't blame the Elf as she was a fine sight, and an even better friend to laugh and enjoy a conversation with. However, beyond that he felt nothing in the sense of romance for Edana.

After the food had been cleared away the company had been offered chambers for the evening suggesting that they rest. Edana looked to her leader in hope that he would accept for she needed the rest. She may have been built of tougher stuff then the sprites of the woodland realm, but she was never one to turn down a comfy bed and time to sleep. Looking around at his men, and of course Edana, Thorin turned to Thranduil and kindly accepted his offer.

"Very well, see to it that you all get some rest." He gently bowed his head before turning to one of the guards speaking quietly in Elvish. No doubt it was to make sure that the guard was doubled so that no one left the halls without him knowing, and also to make sure they bathed. In turn they were all showed to their rooms, all but Thorin, of whom Thranduil wished to speak to. So, the Dwarf king stayed behind.

Edana thanked the she-elf that showed her to her room. The Elf politely nodded and reminded her that should she need anything, to just call. She was also given permission to wander the halls, should she feel up to it. Although, the Elf did stress that she bathe and change first. The lass felt she should take offence to the urging of a bath from the Elf but upon smelling herself, lifting her arm and sniffing her garment, she wholeheartedly agreed. After travelling for some time with a bunch of manly men she sometimes forgot herself and the need for a wash every once in a while. Embracing the opportunity, she gladly stripped of her dirtied attire and dipped in to the pure waters of a bath, filled with the scent of lavender and rose oils.

Finally, clean and resembling a lady once again Edana dressed in a gown that was kindly provided for her, layered out on the bed. Lifting the sleeve of the gown and feeling the material of it between her gently calloused fingers, she admired the softness of the finery. The gown was a deep blue-green colour with golden detailing at the bottom of the skirt, and the hems of the sleeves. Pulling the dress over her head, she pulled it down and adjusted it so that it would fit. Luckily it fit her perfectly, her curves accentuated in the right places and her modesty kept intact. With a simple v neckline, adorned with golden lace up detailing, a white panel of silk lay underneath to cover her chest. The gown rested gently just off of her shoulders, exposing the top of her shoulders and lengthening her neck. All in all, the gown in shape, fit and colour brought out the ocean hues of her eyes and the fiery curls of her hair, against the porcelain tint of her skin. 

"Well, m'eudail don't ye look bonnie?" Edana admired herself in the mirror, reciting her mother's words of endearment, whenever she would doll up instead of running around like a young laddie. She smiled at the memory as she tucked a curl behind her ear in a vain attempt to tame the fire, but it was no use. If she really wanted to, she could be a true lady, but her hair would always betray her with a mind of its own.

Satisfied with herself, she put on the shoes provided for her that happily complimented her gown and left her chamber. She gladly took up the offer of a chance to wander the halls of the Woodland Realm. She had never seen an Elven home before let alone a palace, and after hearing many stories of their grandeur and natural beauty, she simply couldn't pass it up.

As she navigated the vast halls she admired the wood carvings that adorned the walls. She then gazed upon the masts of beautifully carved wood, that climbed up as high as she could bend her head back to look up. Running her finger over some of the detail, she was reminded of the furniture of home, especially her grandmother's chair. She remembered sitting with her beloved nana, in her lap as she rocked gently in her chair, telling her stories of the races of Middle Earth. The chair was engraved with designs that told stories of their own, the story of their past and her ancestors.

Tracing the curve of the design, Edana then noticed the music playing throughout the halls. It was simple but beautiful at the same time. The gentle notes of the flutes and harps swirled around her, bringing her closer to the memory of home. The tune even reminded her of a lullaby her mother would sing to her, whenever she felt scared or lost.

Humming along to the tune she closed her eyes, her body beginning to sway gently to the music. Before she knew it, she got carried away with the moment and began to sing her mother's lullaby.

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"I suspect a quest is at hand." Thranduil stated, as he circled the Dwarf that stood in the centre of his throne room.

"That you are correct, what of it?" Thorin gave his usual sass of a reply, not liking how the Elf was delving in to his business. He folded his arms across his chest and awaited an answer, filled with more attitude from the Elven king, but it never came. He looked up at the Elf and noticed he had stopped completely in his tracks.

 "Thran- " Thorin began only to be silenced by the royal, who held up his hand. Thorin did not like it one bit, but before he could begin to argue, he then heard the sound of someone singing echoing through the woodland halls.

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 A naoidhean bhig, cluinn mo ghuth 

Mise ri d' thaobh, Ó mhaighdean bhàn

The beautiful notes of a female voice floated through the halls, sending chills down the spines of all who listened. The two kings looked to each other and wondered where, or mostly who, it was coming from. Listening carefully, Thorin recognised the language in which the song was being sung.

Ar rìbhinn òg, fàs a's faic

Do thìr, dìleas fhéin

Thranduil had never heard such words before. The words held the beauty of Sindarin but with the slight soundings of Khuzdul, the language spoken by Thorin and his kin. He had no idea as to what this maiden was saying, but he knew that it was beautiful and endearing nevertheless. Using his defined senses, he found where the song was coming from and followed it. Not wanting to miss out Thorin followed suit, following the Elven king towards the voice.

 A ghrian a's a gheakach, stiùir sin

Gu uair ar cliù 's ar glòir

Upon reaching their destination, Thorin noticed it was Edana who was gracing the halls with her lullaby. He leaned against the wall beside him, arms folded over his chest once again as he watched her swaying gently to the music, admiring the woodwork. He had seen her like this before and although he could not shake the thought of her as one of the company, he did enjoy hearing her sing. It made him think of home and also of the stories she would tell them about her home in the Highlands.

Naoidhean bhig, ar rìbhinn òg

Mhaighdean uasal bhàn

Thorin looked to the Elven king and shook his head. The Elf had been completely taken by the maiden singing in the halls. Her lullaby had soothed his tired soul and opened him up to emotions he had forgotten how to feel. Seeing that he was smitten with Edana, although reluctant, Thorin couldn't help but urge Thranduil forward. Using the opportunity provided by Edana to escape the king, Thorin retreated to his chambers.

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As the song came to an end Edana continued to hum to herself. In her little daze she did not notice the King of Mirkwood, standing behind her. Finally, she stopped and decided to return to her chamber, as she felt a sudden heaviness come over her. She turned to leave only to be stopped by the taller frame of someone in her way.

Looking up to see who she had been so careless to walk in to, she immediately bowed her head upon noticing it was Thranduil.

"Forgive me, my Lord." She continued to bow her head until she was sure it was enough to show her respects to the man standing before her. Thranduil however, seemed to forget all propriety as he stood gazing upon her still. Edana hesitantly lifted her head, confused as to why the King had not yet said anything. She was met with a glistening gaze that matched her own as he bent his head low to look in to her eyes. His hand reached up slowly to caress her cheek, a move she was not expecting. 

"My Lord?" She dared to question him, a little scared to say the least. From a young age she had heard about the king and his quick-tempered tendencies when questioned, but instead she was met again with awe.

Thranduil was endeared by her address to him as her Lord, although it was not him but Thorin she should address as such. Even more so he was captured by the beauty of her, especially now she was washed and dressed, and the words that came from her lips previously in song.

"Those words you sang were so beautiful." His tones were hushed, as if anything louder would break the magic that now surrounded them.

Edana blushed a furious red, that almost matched her hair, at the king’s kindness. Once she realised he was not about to get angry with her, for disturbing the peace, she allowed herself to embrace the beauty of the man before her. 

Leaning in to his welcomed hand, she revelled in the warmth that came from his touch. It was her own little way of thanking him.

From that moment onwards, Edana was welcome to grace the halls of the woodland realm, whenever it took her fancy. If anything, Thranduil was reluctant to let her leave. He even managed to have Thorin persuade her to stay, much to the disappointment of the rest of the company, as they prepared to leave and continue on their journey towards the Lonely Mountain. They were going to miss their fiery lass who was now smitten and ensnared by the love of the Elven king.

When it came time for the company to leave, Edana watched on with tears glistening in her eyes. Thranduil however, deep down, was glad to see them gone. Although thanks to Edana, his dislike for the dwarves had lessened just a little bit.

"Edana Leòideach, Meleth nîn?" Thranduil asked, after the halls gates had closed.

"Hmm," Edana turned to the king who was giving her a generous dose of a pleading gaze.

"Sing for me?" 

She rolled her eyes and laughed, playfully pushing at him, to which he reacted by pulling her close, wrapping her up in his arms. Her head resting on his chest she sighed happily and obliged the ever-impatient king, embracing the halls with her lullaby once again. 

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M'eudail = My Darling/ Sweetheart (Gaelic)

Meleth nîn = My love (Sindarin)

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