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shirefantasies · 28 days

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Omg of course you can do something with the idea if you want! I don't mind at all and the fact you liked the idea so much makes me so happy💕

And I'm also fine with being called girl in like a gender neutral way yk like the same way people say guys to refer to everyone sometimes, so no worries with that either!

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YEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWW with permission then I present.......

A Failure of Words- Haldir x GN!Reader

Warnings: brief implication of past trauma, GOOFY ELF CONTENT 😌🤙🏻

“What are you going to do, then, shoot it down?”

And you had laughed at that. Was it really so funny? Complaining about a cloud and his brother suggests firing an arrow at it? Haldir scoffed. Surely your giggling was only to respond politely to their inane humor.

You had been excelling in your target practice of late, your skills with a bow increasing thanks to Haldir as much as his brothers, while Rúmil and Orophin were more to thank for your progress in Elvish. Necessity, of course, as he was the only one with any skills in Common, something you had initially bonded over. Yet somehow your simple bond with his brothers seemed...different. Had Haldir himself ever made you laugh so? Had he ever tried?

"Come, now," Orophin addressed you by name, "hit three more targets and we'll show you that old painting of our beloved Haldir!"

Grinning, you took up your weapon again, stretching some exertion from your muscles before you followed the others' motions toward the next dangling piece of chipped wood. Rolling his eyes, Haldir followed.

Rúmil struggled several times to pick up the roll he'd dropped, and upon final success at lifting it he thrashed about as if the thing was fighting back. Again you laughed, a hand falling to the table you sat at.

"My father used to do that too- it's as if you knew! I had no idea you two were so funny. I suppose Haldir is the serious one," you teased, gaze shifting to the eldest brother.

All this time he'd thought of them as the ridiculous ones more than himself an outlier. They had not been promoted, neither had bothered to learn the common tongue, both preferred an aimless life in the trees to the ambitions of the world, protection of what they held dear. Not that they couldn't fight, but... Was Haldir himself the outcast? Heart sinking, he gazed around the table, taking in how easily conversation flowed between you and his brothers. Like the breeze. Haldir was the one who had accepted you when you first came to Lothlórien as a refugee, fought for an outsider to stay despite his usual prejudices. The torture you'd had to endure at the hands of your captors made him sick to even imagine, and fortuitously Galadriel had agreed.

He was the only one who truly knew your secrets, and so he had desired to be the first to truly make you smile again; now, it seemed, his brothers had robbed him of that, forced him back into his station as "the serious one". Worst of all, perhaps not the one who would hold your heart.

Instant it was not, but the elf had found himself falling for you more and more during his time as your guide. Watching your wonder as you were led higher and higher into the sun-soaked trees, chuckling at your confusion when you pronounced and repeated new Elvish words. Seeing you bloom like a sunflower finding its roots once more. Always had he struggled with displays of affection, and perhaps that had cost him more than time. Or else this was another challenge for the captain, a new type of battle to undertake: correcting the many times his words failed him in the face of your fair spirit.

"You might be surprised," he finally spoke, interrupting his own whirlwind of thoughts again to meet your eyes, "you are aware, after all, of how much I taught them."

Rúmil and Orophin's heads both tilted, gazing at their eldest brother with new interest. Newly widening smiles. Knowing ones. An unfortunate side effect he would deal with later. For the time being, there were more pressing matters to deal with.

"Of course I am," you replied, taking a sip from your goblet of water, "Tracking, archery... And surely they would not know so much of your history were it not for you."

"And about the beasts of the land, of course." A breeze blew through his hair as he inhaled, next line at the ready. "After all, my name is Hal-deer."

Groaning, Orophin and Rúmil both simultaneously dropped their heads into their hands, shaking them with great disapproval. Lacking fluency though they may have been, they knew enough to recognize such a play on words, and it was clear they did not like it. Too bad- it wasn't for them.

You? Bursting into laughter, you clapped your hands lightly, head thrown back in amusement that had Haldir grinning widely for the first time in likely far too long.

Still shaking their heads, both younger brothers excused themselves, Orophin practically shoving Rúmil away from the table as they scrambled off to refill their drinkware.

"Never have I heard you make a joke, Haldir! Why now? And why one so-" Words failed you, too, inquiry wholly aborted by a fresh bout of laughter. Well did it convey the rest of your question, however.

Suppressing a wince, Haldir willed his smile to return. Wait, perhaps it looked forced. Was he overthinking this? His brothers would probably say yes.

His brothers. "My brothers...they make you happy in a way I seemingly never can. Perhaps I envied them." His voice emerged as little more than a whisper, eyelids fluttering half-shut as if they could conceal him from your vision.

Your brows furrowed at this. Head giving a faint tilt of confusion, you leaned forward, forced his grey eyes to meet your gaze. "I...I confess I do see your brothers differently," you told him, your own voice shy, "I always wished to think of them like my own brothers."

Heart lightening, Haldir replied, perhaps a bit too readily, "You can."

"No," you shook your head, paused, "well..."

It was your turn to drop your gaze, your posture straightening as you gave a supplying incline of the head, clearly hoping Haldir followed.

He did. Did he? Jaw dropping slightly, he reached out a tentative hand, saw that you did not flinch. Lifting up your gaze gently by your chin, Haldir spoke again.

"That you may wish as well, for though my words have failed me again and again it is the very same in my heart. It vexed me not being the one to make you smile, to win you over, when your name had been so inscribed upon my heart. But if you'll have the serious one, he shall have you."

Your answer came in the form of a kiss that had his heart soaring, one a bit too quick for Haldir's liking, but he quite literally had all the time in the world if he wished. He could wait. For once, his words had not failed him.

"Again and again, my Hal-dear," you replied with a devilish grin.

The golden-haired elf let his own face fall into his hand at that one. "I'll not be forgetting that one anytime soon, will I?"

As fate would have it, Rúmil and Orophin designated that moment to return, whooping as they set their goblets back down, clearly having spied upon him through some curtain or another as they often had in their youth.

"Not in the slightest," they answered for you, voices perfectly synchronized.

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emmyspov · 1 year

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Coming home (Haldir x reader)

author's note: i finished this while eating breakfast this morning - can you tell i'm sad and touch starved?? this is totally self-indulgent, i love him :( haldir brushes through reader's hair, otherwise no descriptions of looks. please reblog this if you like it and let me know if you want to be tagged in the future <3 english (still) isn’t my first language. also, please don't copy my work :)

warnings: nothing i'm aware of, just domestic fluff :)

word count: 0.9k

edit is my own :)

Haldir opened the door and stepped into the hallway. He just came home from a long and exhausting meeting with Lady Galadriel, but when he noticed the sweet smell of baked goods and spotted you asleep in your shared bed, clothed in one of his night gowns, his heart felt light again.

He knew you were waiting for him to return by the lit candle on your bedside drawer and the open book next to you and for only a second, an overwhelming amount of love knocked the air out of his lungs.

You looked absolutely ethereal. You always did, but seeing you dressed in his clothes in your shared home did something to the elf. The way you trusted him with your life and how you loved him endlessly made him emotional.

"What have you done to me, my love", he murmured and stepped closer to you. "You own my heart."

After getting ready for bed himself, the ellon carefully laid down next to you, trying not to wake you - but no luck.

"Haldir?" You turned around to your husband, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

"Shh. Sleep, meleth. You work so much", Haldir spoke quietly and cupped your cheek with his hand.

You leaned into the touch, closing your eyes again to really relish in the gentle contact.

"Look at yourself, marchwarden", you murmured and sighed softly. "You're gone for months and I know you don't get enough rest during your patrols. And when you come home, you take care of me. I admire your protectiveness, but you have to look after yourself, too."

Your husband's hand wandered from your cheek to the side of your head, carefully brushing through your hair before it settled on the small of your back, pulling you close to him.

"For me, looking after myself means being here, at home, with you. You bring me endless happiness, my love."

You let your head fall onto his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

"Gi melin."

At your words, Haldir pulled you even closer into his side if that was even still possible and pressed a kiss to your forehead, letting his lips linger there.

"You're too good to me", you whispered, but the elf shook his head.

"You deserve everything, meleth. And one day, I'll figure out how to give it to you."

It was your turn to shake your head before you kissed his jaw. "You are everything I could ever want, ever need. Your presence alone eases my hard days and makes my good ones better. I know my heart is safe with you."

Haldir was at a loss for words. He never thought someone would come along who'd see more in him than a marchwarden and yet here you were, looking at him as if he himself had put the stars in the sky.

Still, he didn't know what to say to you. He was never good with romantic speeches and he despised it. You deserved to be wooed with words, too.

So instead, he cupped your face in his hands and leaned down to press his lips against yours.

What he didn't realise was that you weren't waiting for a big love confession. Your husband has always been someone who showed his love through actions - just like he was doing now.

"Hal", you mumbled and fisted his gown to ground yourself. How he was able to make you weak in the knees with a simple kiss was beyond your understanding - not that you cared. All sorts of physical contact with Haldir felt like coming home.

He smiled at your flushed cheeks after you parted and let his thumb brush over your jawline.

"What did you bake earlier", he asked and you needed a second to register his question.

"Oh", you answered, "Rúmil and Orophin came over earlier and asked if the four of us wanted to have a picnic together tomorrow afternoon if you're free. I thought that's a wonderful idea and then I saw that some of the wild berries in our garden are ripe, so I baked a cake with them that we can eat together then."

Haldir could feel himself getting choked up again. You, his found family, getting along with his brothers made his heart skip a beat.

"You are wonderful."

He could see the protest on your lips, but you knew better than to disagree. While he had won all the playful arguments, he was serious about you not talking yourself down.

"Thank you", you whispered instead, accepting the compliment, as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

The elf chuckled as he felt the heat radiating from your cheeks and let his hand run up and down your lower back soothingly. "You're doing so well, meleth."

You stayed like that, your body half on top of Haldir's, his arm wrapped around you and your hand laying on his chest, right over his heart.

His heartbeat must have lulled you to sleep because the next time the marchwarden looked down at you, your eyes were closed and you were taking deep, even breaths.

Carefully, he turned around to blow out the candle before settling back into the former position, letting his fingers dance over your skin and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"Coming home to you will forever be the highlight of my day", he whispered before letting your breathing and the soft glow of the moon lull him into a restful slumber, too.

meleth = love

gi melin = i love you

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thetempleofthemasaigoddess · 8 months

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Like rivulets of gold

Haldir x reader. Nethel is Sindarin for sister.

The fic was inspired by this imagine by @imaginexhobbit.

This fic is dedicated to the lovely @starlady66!!

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Your patrol shift at the farthest corner of Lothlórien has just ended, and while part of you cannot wait to return to your talan for a long and well deserved night’s sleep, the other is much more anxious to see Haldir and your friends.

This is the part that prevails, despite the weariness.

This is why, once you have passed the borders of Caras Galadhon, you exchange a nod and a smile with the guards on duty and without further delay you head for the Wardens’ Hall, a spacious, low-roofed chamber where you and your comrades gather to eat, receive orders from your superiors and, overall, spend time together and relax when you have no duties to attend to. The full moon has risen in the sky at least two hours ago, which means supper time must be over, but you are almost sure Haldir and his brothers are still there; and in any case, making sure will only cost you a few minutes.

The light of the torches shines inside the sparsely decorated chamber, spreading a warm, orange glow; a few guards sit at the tables you usually have your meals at, nursing a cup of ale or engrossed in a conversation. You share a smile and a nod with a few of them while you look around you; Haldir is not here, but Rúmil and Orophin are… and both look in a horrible mood.

“Mae govannen.” you greet them as you approach, and both stand to greet you with a kiss.

“Well met, nethel.” they say almost as one. They have started to call you that five years ago, soon after you and their older brother had begun courting, and it still never fails to warm your heart every time they do it.

“How was patrol?” Rúmil asks as they make space for you on the bench, and you leave your bow and quiver against the wall, letting your poor feet rest for a while.

“Tiring, but fortunately no orcs incursions or anything else to report.” you succintly explain, hoping to quickly conclude the conversation. The last thing you want is to appear rude, especially when you are in the company of two of your dearest friends -and who were such even before you and Haldir began courting- but the Elf you have at heart the most is not here, and you do not want to waste any more time before seeing him “Where is Haldir?”

The two brothers exchange a glance, frowning once more. “He is at his talan. But, (name), I do not think he wants to see you now - or anyone else for that matter.”

“Yes, it is better if you leave him alone for a while.”

“Is something wrong?” you wonder, immediately worried; you and Haldir had not quarreled and he was fine when you said goodbye two days ago, so why should he not want to see you, as it has long been your habit every time one of the two returns from patrol?

“Eithruin.” they answer as one once more, and you think you should have known.

Eithruin is one of your fellow guards, only a few years older than you; mercurial and bad-tempered, she is quite unpopular among her comrades, even though you must concede she is one of the most capable and experienced among the marchwardens. She is also a former, unrequited, suitor of Haldir: a few years ago, she confessed her feelings to him, who -as kindly as he could- rejected her. And that is where trouble began. Ever since, hurt and annoyed by that rejection, Eithruin has taken every opportunity to bother Haldir: she gainsays him every time she can, and takes delight in causing trouble for him or to embarass him in front of your superiors. Furthermore, once you and Haldir have begun courting, you have also become a favourite victim of her malice.

“What happened this time?” you ask with a sigh while Rúmil wordlessly puts a cup of ale in your hands, that you gratefully bring to your lips.

“You remember that tomorrow morning the lady Galadriel will announce her choice regarding the captaincy?”

You did not, which is surprising, since you have thought about nothing else for days, even though the matter does not concern you directly. A month ago it was announced one of the wardens would be promoted to captain; one of the other officers has told you in confidence that Haldir is one of the two guards who has the best chance of being chosen… together with Eithruin.

“I swear, if Eithruin is made captain, I will move to Eryn Galen.” Orophin says as he passes an hand on his face “I am not saying it simply because Haldir is my brother and I want him to succeed; she is so insufferable already, can you imagine what it will be once she can order us around?”

You cannot help but agree; you know becoming captain would mean so much for Haldir, and that he deserves the promotion more than anyone else, but anyone, literally every Elf in Lothlórien, would be preferable to Eithruin… because having her as your superior would be a calvary for Haldir and for those he loves - namely the three of you.

“Go on, please.” you beg the brothers of your beloved, and Rúmil explains that for days Eithruin has been even more insufferable than usual, teasing him every chance she got and even speaking ill of him with one of lady Galadriel’s handmaidens, clearly aiming to cast him in a bad light with the Lady herself. Haldir, who is sensible and level-headed and -usually- above such petty arguments, ignored her like he had done countless times before, and in a couple of cases even turned the insult against her.

But that night, only two hours before your return, irked because she had been unable to upset him or maybe because she feared Haldir would be chosen as captain against her, Eithruin had stooped lower than ever before.

“We were having supper together, and Haldir had just sat after filling his plate.” Rúmil explains “Eithruin walked past him, and said…”

You are squeezing the cup in your hands so hard your knuckles have turned white. “Yes?”

“Oh, (name)… She said… you should reduce your food portions, Haldir, or soon you will not fit in your uniform anymore. You are already fat enough to pass for a Man, if you gain more weight they will mistake you for an Orc.”

You gape, the incredulity leaving you speechless for a minute. “What?” you cry in the end, loud enough that all the Elves in the chamber turn in your direction “That… she said what?!”

Haldir is quite well-liked by his fellow guards -which, in your opinion, would serve him well should he be made captain- but naturally it happens that disagreements arise between him and his comrades; a few times, he even quarrelled with his brothers or with you. But in no case, no matter how angry the other person was, anyone has ever mentioned the topic you all know is most painful for your beloved to think about: his weight. Haldir has always been embarassed by his stocky -you prefer saying strong, but still- build, which is indeed slightly heavier than most Elves', especially since both Rúmil and Orophin are much slimmer; the matter has long been a source of shame and unease for him, something than even his few detractors have respected, but mentioning it in public, to embarass him in front of his fellow guards… it is cruel, and petty, and cowardly, and something you will make sure to punish.

“Is it true?” you ask, your ale long forgotten; you know Eithruin, the depth of her contempt for Haldir and what she could do to hurt him, but still cannot believe she would lower herself to this “Orophin, did Eithruin really say that to Haldir?”

“I fear she did; we were sitting at this very table, and we were all present. Haldir… Haldir said nothing; he rose from the table and left. The two of us attempted to follow him to reassure and comfort him, but he asked us to leave him alone for a while; I think he went back home.”

You nod slowly, feeling your heart break at the thought of what your beloved had to bear; Haldir is not hurt -not physically, at least, not in a way that could endanger his life- but you grieve for him all the same, knowing how painful it must have been for him to be mocked for his weight… and are full of rage for the Elf who ridiculed him and exploited his deepest vulnerability for the sole reason to humiliate him in front of his peers.

Eru help you, when you will be done with her Eithruin will regret the day she was born!

It takes you a moment as you look around the Hall to find her; she is sitting in a corner, alone, engrossed in the book in her hands. You move to stand, and immediately Orophin stops you grabbing your arm. “Stop, (name).” he whispers, clearly unhappy with his own request “Do you not think we also want to teach her a lesson…”

“… and force her to apologize to Haldir? But it would amount to nothing, and he would not want us to get in trouble; remember brawls among guards are severely punished.” Rúmil interjects.

They are right, and while you would be happy, or at least willing, to be reprimanded by your superiors if it meant breaking Eithruin’s pretty nose with your fist, you know Haldir would not thank you for it, but he would feel guilty he is the reason you got into trouble.

“I only wish to talk to her.” you promise with a sigh “I will not touch her, I promise.”

Orophin lets you go, and he and Rúmil look on as you reach Eithruin.

“I thought my opinion of you could not sink any lower.” you begin once you stand in front of her, without raising your voice and, correspondingly, without lowering it to keep the guards sitting nearby out of the conversation “But this time I must admit you surprised me, Eithruin; I did not think you were capable of such cruelty.”

She waits for you to have finished talking before raising her gaze from the book and offering you a flippant smile. “Ah, (name). How was patrol?”

“I want you to leave Haldir alone.”

“I did nothing to hurt him. I did not even touch him.”

I know you have not, because he would not let you, and this is why you hate us both. “I am not talking about physical hurts and you know it well. You need to stop harassing him; this is your last chance, and then I will report you…”

“No, you will not.” you are calmly interrupted; she closes her book, primly resting her hands on it, and a cruel smile folds her lips “Because he would not want you to, and you would not displease him; so you have nothing to threaten me with. After all, Haldir should thank me; I only wanted to open his eyes. He is clumsy, fat as an ox, an embarassment for all the marchwardens. Someone like him is not fit to be made captain.”

Ah. You were sure it would come to this; you are so furious you are almost shaking. “While you do?” you ask skeptically.

“You know it is true; and lady Galadriel knows as well.”

You could really hit her, you suddenly realize. You have not resorted to violence on another Elf since the years of your childhood -ever since, specifically, a playmate took the rag doll your mother had just made and gifted you and decapitated her with a knife; you did not pay him back in kind, but you punched him in the face hard enough to make his nose bleed- and as a matter of principle you try to solve your problems peacefully, but if there is someone in Caras Galadhon who deserves to be torn to pieces, it is Eithruin. Who cares about the consequences, who cares if you are suspended or even expelled from the Marchwardens? No one, not even one of your comrades, not even the Lord or the Lady, can insult and humiliare your beloved and get away with it…

But Orophin was right; worse, Eithruin is right, Haldir would not want you to fight his battles, and especially it would break his heart to know you have gotten into trouble because of him. So you force yourself to remain calm and “We will see about it.” you simply answer; you turn, still burning with anger, and all to aware Eithruin is laughing at you, you nod to the brothers of your beloved and stomp out of the Hall.

When you reach his talan, Haldir is, as you expected, lying on his bed, his fingers interwined under his blonde head; when he sees you climb on the slender rope ladder and reach the wooden platform circling around one of the great mallorn trees, a weak, uncertain smile appears on his lovely mouth, as if, while happy to see you, he did not wish for you to see him in the state he is in.

Which is why, obviously, you have to see him.

“You are back.”

“That I am. I heard from a reliable source that you skipped dinner, and I have brought you something to eat.”

You triumphantly lift the small basket you have filled with the content of your pantry and brought with you; Haldir rises from the bed to reach you, but a shake of his head rejects your offer of food.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it, but I am not hungry at all. To tell the truth… I was thinking I should eat a little less, for a while.”

“This is the stupidest idea I have ever heard.” you brusquely answer; your heart cries knowing Eithruin’s cruel words have hit their mark and your beloved is uncomfortable in his own body, but Haldir can be incredibly stubborn when he wants to, and you have to find a way to make him forget the insults of his former suitor, and see he is perfect the way he is. You rest the basket on the tiny table at the corner of the talan, and then take out a loaf of bread and a small jar of honey “Hand me a knife, please.”

“I am not saying I want to starve, (name), only…”

“Only nothing, Haldir. Please, listen to me…”

You leave the bread and the honey on the table next to the basket and take Haldir’s hands in yours; he is handsome enough to make your heart race, just like he did on the day you first met and like he will continue to do, you suspect, until the end of times. His long blonde hair, falling like rivulets of gold on his shoulders, back and chest, his blue eyes, deep as the coldest pools in the forest and still capable of such warmth, his thin lips, so generous in their smiles and that still, after so many years, have the power to stop your heartbeat when they press against yours…

Eru; you admire his modesty, but how can he believe to be any less than perfect?

“Haldir, there is nothing at all wrong with you, let alone with your build or your weight; you do not need to lose any.”

“I am almost as large as Rúmil and Orophin together.”

“That is not true; and even if you were, so what? No one has ever mocked the Onodrim because they are larger than the other Children of Eru.”

Being compared to one of the Tree-Folk brings a weak smile on your beloved's face, who is still full of shame and guilt for his body. He avoids your gaze, as if he feared to see disgust and distaste in your eyes -you, who know his body as well as your own, and have learnt to love all of it, to find peace and warmth and protection in the secret of his flesh- and, far from being offended by such a lack of trust, you wish you could let him see himself through your eyes.

You gently press an hand against his stomach under his grey tunic, feeling the strong, taut muscles under the skin. “Haldir, how can you not see there is nothing wrong with your body?” you gently point out “You are tall and strong and handsome; Eru has been generous with you. These are gifts, not flaws; and even if they were, you know that the way we look is not important, what is in our hearts is. Or do you care for me simply because you think I am beautiful?”

“Of course not. But…”

“No buts, marchwarden. You have a lovely figure, and an even more precious fëa. What is there to be ashamed of?”

Haldir sighs; your words, your praises as well as your reasonings, have not fallen on deaf ears, but your beloved is not yet ready to forget Eithruin’s hurtful words, seeds fallen on too fertile a ground not to take root. You are alone on the talan, almost hidden in the dark of the full moon night, the silence surrounding you complete but for the melanchony song of a barn owl looking for his mate.

“Sometimes I wish I were different.” he finally confides in you as he sits on the bed, holding your hand in his until you do the same “I know that there is nothing shameful in the way I look, and that what matters is what one is inside, but… sometimes, I just wish I could look like the others; not stand out, even if there is nothing wrong in it. It is foolish, useless as well as ungrateful, but I cannot help it; most of the time I am fine with the way I look, but there are moments… days, even, when I feel I could leave everything behind and live alone in the woods, where no one will see me and judge me because of my bulk.”

“We all have doubts about ourselves, my love.” you gently point out as you squeeze his hand in both of yours “But remember, this is not your heart speaking; it is Eithruin, her envy and her spite.”

“That she wants to hurt me does not mean she is not telling the truth.” he notes, the melancholy in his voice breaking your heart. Haldir has always been your rock, as well as that of Rúmil and Orophin -who he helped raise, even though he was barely more than a boy himself- and of whoever of his friends ever needed help; to see him so lost, so unsure and helpless, pains you more than a dagger in your chest.

“Haldir, you have nothing to be ashamed about.” you insist, circling his large shoulders with an arm until his cheek is resting against your shoulder; it is sad to see your beloved so saddened, fragile and in need of consolation, but you are happy to help, because you want him to be happy, and you know that, were you the one in need, he would stop at nothing to make you smile again “If you are worried your more robust build is an impediment to your duties, you know that is not the case. You are agile, fast, an excellent warrior. Your bulk gives you strength, and this is why you are the best among us in hand-to-hand combat.”

“Eithruin said...”

“Do not pay heed to Eithruin’s words, my darling; you know well she only wants to humiliate you and hurt your reputation because she wants to be named captain in your place.”

“It might happen.” he admits, his expression still bitter under the light of the lantern hanging from the branches above “I have no love for Eithruin, but she is a capable, experienced marchwarden; she deserves an advancement in rank.”

“That she is; and maybe yes, she will be chosen for the promotion.” you concede, and shudder, imagining a future in which you, Rúmil and Orophin and, worse of all, Haldir himself, will be ordered around by Eithruin “But I do not care. You are a worthy Elf, a capable guard and a good friend and brother, and this is what really matters; I do not want you to doubt your self-worth. And if that… that… toad will speak about you in a less than respectful tone once again, she will have me to deal with.”

Finally, a tiny but sincere smile appears on Haldir’s mouth. “In that case, I have nothing to be scared about.” he concedes, and you smile back, happy for that small, private success “Thank you for coming tonight; you must be exhausted, but I feel much better now that you are here.”

“I am glad I could help. You know...” you add in a casual tone once you have both let yourselves fall back on the bed, and are now staring at the roof-like canopy above you; you turn on your side towards him, and begin to lazily caress your beloved’s chest “Someone told me mortal women prefer men of your build.”

“Is that so?”

“Apparently it is. Slender physiques like they are common among our kind are sometimes considered less attractive, because they are a sign of poor physical strenght. A robust body, muscled arms, large shoulders… this is usually what the women of the Edain look for in their partners."

Haldir is now openly smiling - because of your words or your ministrations, you could not say. “Then maybe I should have been born a mortal.”

“Do you really think so?”

“Of course not; in that case, I would have never met you, or at least we could not have hoped for a future together.”

Haldir kisses you once again while his arms circle your hips to hold you closer to him. “Yestereve I received a letter from home.” he says, referring to his parents, who live in another village half a day ride from Caras Galadhon.

“Are your parents well?” you wonder, sincerely interested and at the same time grateful your beloved is thinking about something other than his former suitor’s insults.

“They are. They send their love… and ask whether we have decided to marry.”

You laugh softly, your fingers playing with the golden locks of your beloved’s hair; he is not wrong, you are exhausted after two days of patrol, but his company, and being in his arms, is a better balm than the best night's sleep “They ask that in every letter they send, even those addressed to your brothers; but, Haldir, you know I am happy with the way things are now.”

“As I am. But, (name), we have been courting for five years now; do you not think there is no use in waiting still?" he points out as his fingers play with your hair - something only he is allowed to do "The time of Elves on Middle-Earth is coming to an end, and before sailing for Valinor I would marry you here, in the Golden Wood, our home, where we met.”

You know your beloved was like you fine with a long courtship, and was not in a hurry to wed, but about this, you must admit, you had not thought. “I love Lothlórien as much as you do.” you reflect out loud as you return your beloved’s embrace, your legs intertwining with his “But wherever you go, Haldir, there is where my home will be. When we leave for Valinor, we will do it together, and we will never part as long as the world lasts, and if to announce it to the rest of Arda I will have to put a ring on your finger… well, that is a sacrifice I am willing to make.”

“A sacrifice? Seriously, (name)?”

Haldir laughs; Eru, he is so beautiful! “So it is decided? We are going to wed?”

“We are.” you happily answer; this is not a matter you had planned to discuss today, but the two of you had spoken about it so many times before, and you both know the truth: a marriage ceremony will celebrate your commitment to each other, but even if you chose to go on like you have done for five years already, Haldir knows you love him and you know he loves you, and that nothing and no one will ever separate you. This is what really matters; everything else is superfluous.

Your beloved smiles; he is happier than you have ever seen him. “Ah, meleth nîn... How happy you make me...”

He kisses you, deeply enough to elicit a moan from your mouth that his avidly swallows, as Haldir's weight pushes you on your back; you caress his blonde hair as his sweet lips take possess of you, kissing your face and your neck and leaving a trail of goosebumps behind them. You hold him close, his heartbeat matching yours, and think you do not care what the future will hold, because you know you will face it together.

“I love how tall and strong you are.” you whisper as your hands move on Haldir’s back and shoulders, feeling the smooth skin and strong muscles under his tunic “You make me feel safe and protected.”

His laugh reverberates against your chest, just as Haldir’s hand slips along your leg, his fingertips barely brushing against your skin “You speak as if you were one of the damsels the heroes have to save in the tales. Are you not a brave marchwarden of Lothlórien?”

“I am with my betrothed, I can speak however I want.” you primly answer “A betrothed who is perfect the way he is, and who would be no matter what he looks like, and whatever his weight is. A betrothed who, now that I remember, has skipped dinner, and this will not do.”

Haldir moans - a not unpleasant sound to hear. “I was thinking we could…” he begins, but happily stops when you kiss him once more, tacitly promising there will be time for other diversions, once he has taken care of his stomach.

“Shall we have dinner together? I have not eaten either.” you suggest, and he smiles before kissing your cheek, his blue eyes full of joy and gratitude.

“I would like that.”

On the next day, in a sunny and warm afternoon, you enter the Wardens’ Hall, received by the congratulations and the well wishes of your comrades. Rúmil and Orophin are handing out cups of ale to everyone present, asking them to celebrate the engagement of their brother and the maiden they already called sister, but they stop to enfold you in a single, tight embrace.

“I am so happy; we both are.” Rúmil whispers, voice cracking with emotion “Take care of him, will you? He loves you more than you can ever know.”

“I will.” you promise, heart full of affection for both; how fortunate you are, gaining two brothers as you prepare to marry the love of your life “I will give my life for him if I need.”

“Well, let us hope you do not need to.” Orophin quips before kissing you on the brow, the way a brother would “Personally, I am mostly relieved he finally decided to propose…”

Eithruin, judging from her attire ready to depart for a patrol shift, is sitting with her friends, and she has the look of someone who has just swallowed a lemon. “So… you and Haldir have decided to marry, (name)?” she asks, trying to pretend to be only vaguely interested and failing miserably.

You answer with your sweetest smile. It would be mean to gloat, but you did well not to punch her in the face like you were tempted to last night, you decide; this is a much sweeter revenge, and it will not cost you a reprimand or a punishment from your superiors… including the one who has just received the promotion.

“We did. And you know, Eithruin? In a sense, we have you to thank for it.”

“M-me?”

It is just then that Haldir, smiling and so handsome in his new captain uniform, appears on the doorstep of the Hall, immediately greeted by the congratulations and the pats on the back of his comrades, all happy and proud of him; he waves at you, who answer with a silent smile, your mind and heart still full of the sweet and intimate moment of last night.

Then, you turn your gaze back to Eithruin, fully aware of the cruelty and pettiness of the words you are about to pronounce, and still unable to stop; in any case, you are quite sure she deserves it.

“Exactly; and this is why we hope you will not miss our wedding. And when we are on duty we should refer to him as captain now, do you not think?”

Eithruin turns red with rage at your words, but when she attempts to respond -with, no doubt, one of her usual spiteful remarks- no sounds leave her lips. Pointedly ignoring her, you turn and walk to your bethroted, holding out your hand to take the one he is offering you together with another of his beautiful smiles.

TAGGING @starlady66 and @sotwk!

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Do *you* have any fluffy Lothlórien bros HCs? -@elithilanor

I’ve literally been waiting my whole life for this Ask! Here we go!

Rumil is the master of dad jokes… like they’re so dry it hurts. But his equally dry, charismatic,delivery of them makes the content funny somehow.

Going off of your HC about him being a good artist, I HC that their mother was a painter and he used to sit by the fire and do projects with her on rainy days. After her death, he still uses her easel and has his favorite painting they’ve done together hanging in his room.

He does this really cute thing when he’s concentrating hard on something where his ears are pinned slightly and his nibbles on his lower lip.

Is usually always wearing something with sleeves even if it’s sunny.

He keeps a gratefulness journal every night as part of a mindfulness meditation practice.

Really enjoys making soap as gifts for his friends and family

Haldir is his role model and Rumil secretly wanted to grow up to be just like him. He always seeks his older brother’s advice, especially when he became a warden himself, and keeps working up the ranks largely because he longs to see the proud look on Haldir’s face when he gets promoted.

Rumil is quite protective of those around him, albeit in a subtle manner. He’ll do things like wait to enter a room, opting to stand aside and hold the door for others to go in first. He’d do a mental head count to ensure everyone is present before joining. He’s a master of reading body language and it’s the first thing he looks for when measuring the vibe of a room. He’ll also look up so he knows who it is if someone new enters the room. When Rúmil’s escorting someone, congratulations you’ve awoken the soldier in him. That person is now his sole responsibility and he’s ready to give his life. Will insist on escorting you himself after nightfall even if he wasn’t ordered to because he’ll sleep much easier if he can watch you get home safely.

I HC that Orophin has the most luscious hair and lashes out of the brothers.

When the bois were younger and came down with a cold, their father gave them spoonfuls of whipped cream because “it would make it all better”.

They had a spiral staircase in their home growing up and made a game out of riding down them in on of their mother’s storage bins.

Haldir and Rumil often squabbled about who got to sleep with the baby’s crib in their room because they were thrilled to have a little brother.

When Orophin was a toddler, he couldn’t say Rumil’s name so he called him “bubby”.

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aeonianarchives · 2 years

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Scary Stories

Fotfictober Prompts: 7 - Scary Stories

Summary: Rúmil and Orophin start telling some scary stories around the campfire that there Patrol was camped around little did they know the story the told was true no it wasn't it was just you coming back from collecting fire wood deciding to scare them

Pairing(s): Haldir x Reader

Characters: Haldir, Reader, Rúmil, Orophin, Faelyn, Faeron, Valkor

You had gone off to collect some more firewood for the fire, your brother Faelyn and Haldir both advised against it, but you ignored them Rúmil and Orophin thought it was a good time to tell scary stories, given October had fallen already they thought it was the perfect time, the wood was dark save from the moonlight and there fire.

"As the tale goes, the wendigo was once a lost hunter. During a brutally cold winter, this man’s intense hunger drove him to cannibalism. After feasting on another human’s flesh, he transformed into a crazed man-beast, roaming the forest in search of more people to eat. or that is at least what my friend from the race of man says, The Fëanorian Faeron seems to fit it perfectly, the Lost prince of the Noldor is a wendigo" Rúmil said there was a deep gutturally animalistic scream, Rúmil jumped at it, making Faelyn laugh

"Are you scared of your own story" Faelyn said not noticing what was behind him, Rúmil screamed at the glowing red eyes and the dark mist coming from the creature, of course the creature was not real

you watched from a tree with Valkor and Faeron at Rúmil succumbing to Valkor's illusions of his Wendigo story

"It's real, it's real, can't you see it" Rúmil said pointing behind Faelyn Orophin, Haldir and Faelyn looked behind Faelyn to see nothing

"Nothing is there" Haldir said

"Your acting isn't convincing us of anything" Faelyn said, Valkor shared the illusion to orophin

"No he is right it is real" Orophin said watching the blood drip from the Wendigo's mouth

"No it isn't it is just a false tale from the race of men" Haldir said, you jumped the twins from behand

"RAWR" you yelled at them making them yell in fright they looked back to where the wendigo was to see nothing there.

"Thats not funny, Y/n, you shouldn't play a prank like that again" Rúmil said

"Says the one who does it even when asked to stop, don't be such a hypocrite Rúmil it was only a bit of fun" you said

"How did you even do that, it looked so realistic" Orophin said

"My Mellon Has the ability to cast illusions and dreams into some ones mind, all I had to do was Talk him and his boyfriend into scaring you, his boyfriend was the growl and scream you heard, and alas you had my girlish scream to convince you" You said laughing and Rúmil pushed you

"Your mean and cruel" Rúmil said

"I was just giving you a taste of your own medicine and cheering my friends up playing a childish prank like they used to do two birds one stone" You said

"It's Rúmil idea, all the pranks are his, he just drags me into them, why must you do it to me as well" Orophin said

"Stop lying, dumping those leaves on Y/n was your idea" Rúmil said the twins argued with eachother

"Worth it" you said sitting down besides haldir

"Did you really have to do that, now i have to deal with them" Haldir muttered to you

"Hey maybe they will stop and think the next time they prank one of us, or they will rope me into there pranks" You said placing a kiss on your lovers forehead, Haldir sighed as he rested his head on your shoulder, your brother was trying to stop the two from injuring each other, you stroked Haldir's hair and put it behind his ear

"You and Faelyn are twins right how come you never fight" Haldir said

"When a dark lord separates you, you truly realize how much the other means to you, I don't wish to harm him whenever we have an argument due to the fact he was taken and he doesn't wish to harm me with what happened there on accident" you said as you started to braid Haldir's hair while watching the three cause chaos

"We could try and sleep this away" Haldir said making you chuckle

"You are free to if you wish" You said.

Elvish Translation:

Mellon - Friend

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eunoiaastralwings · 2 years

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featuring haldir

fandom tolkien the lord of the rings

a/n birthday special. love you mellon nin! :)

The soft kisses woke her up and it tickled the skin on the elleth's neck.

“Haldir...”

She giggled and tried to push him away— but she had to admit it was nice to be woken up by those soft kisses.

“Happy birthday, meleth nin" he whispered.

His voice sent shivers down her spine.

The elleth's eyes opened and his aqua deep colored eyes was the first thing she saw.

She smiled sweetly at him— admiring him too with a gentle caress of her hands on his face.

“Thank you.”

Elves didn't normally celebrate birthdays after a certain age, but Haldir wanted to wish it his beloved — especially after learned she never celebrated it before, even in the elleth's little elfling years.

Her parents were taken by orcs and she didn't ever see the need to celebrate it.

Haldir wanted to give his beloved wife everything he possibly could— to make up for the times when she had nothing and no one by her side.

He stroked her dark skin— admiring how the morning sun glowed on it.

The marchwarden placed a kiss on her forehead and helped her up from the bed.

“Please wear that red dress and come meet me outside.”

The elleth frowned at her husband but still agreed to his words.

The dress she wore when she first met the marchwarden and he had saved her from an orc— while she was out collecting flowers.

Haldir kissed her softly and get her go.

Before—at the time they were courting— Haldir only wished her a joyous day and spend the day with her.

This year— his wife's first birthday after their marriage— he wanted to make it memorable

Thankfully Orophin and Rúmil understood and finally baked a good cake— after failing incredibly the first 3 or 4 times.

Haldir was scared his brothers would set fire to Lothorien!

But in the end they finally had it and even took the liberty to decorate it for their sister in law— who had became more like their mother over the past millenia.

Haldir sighed in relief when he saw his brothers had set the table perfectly and stroked the necklace in his hand.

It would him many times to get it right— but he had done it in the end and make it into a necklace with a bow and arrow.

His marchwarden skills couldn't help in craft making but in the end he had it perfect.

“What's that?"

Asked Rúmil.

“It's a heart” Orophin said.

Haldir saw Rúmil frowning oddly at the cake.

“That does not look like a heart, brother.”

“That is a heart!”

Haldir sighed into his hand.

“What is it?”

He asked and looked at the cake.

“Brother, look, it's a heart!”

Orophin presented the top of the cake he decorated to Haldir.

Haldir raised an eyebrow at the

oddly shaped figure on the top of the cake.

“That's not a heart.”

Haldir confirmed.

Rúmil laughed.

“See? I told you, brother. Looks know like a oddly slashed “”

“I like it though! I think it's very pretty, Orophin. Thank you!”

The elleth had heard the argument as she entered.

The brothers was too focused in analyzing the Orophin heart (?) to notice her coming.

Orophin flushed a bit.

“Thank you, gwathel” (sister).

“This looks beautiful.”

The elleth was pleasantly surprised.

“I am happy you like it, meleth.”

“Gwathel, please blow out the candles— because I'm very tempted to do it myself.”

Haldir send his youngest a half glare as his wife laughed.

“Well, why won't you all blow it out with me?”

The elleth suggested happily.

“If you would like that, meleth “”

“I would love that, husband.”

She held Haldir's hand as all four of them leaned into blowout the candles.

Rúmil and Orophin quickly clapped.

“Time to eat! We put so much work into this we are starving.”

Haldir shook his head and his brothers dove in to eat the cake.

His elleth leaned up on her tippy toes and kisses his cheek.

“Thank you for this.”

“You're welcome, my dearest wife.”

Haldir came behind his wife and clasped the shiny gold necklace around her neck.

She gasped at how lovely it looked.

“Oh Haldir!"

She said and touched the necklace around her neck.

“Do you like it?”

He asked a little shy.

“I love it! I love it all!”

She said and pulled him into a chaste kiss.

This was one of the very few times Haldir did not care if or not his brother saw and wouldn't let him live it down—right now he wanted to make sure his elleth had the perfect day.

#haldir #haldir x friend #haldir x oc #haldir x reader #eunoiawrites #happy birthday mellon nin

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bisexualbumblebee-writes · 2 years

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A Little Push- Haldir x OC

Haldir x Mirabella

Description: Rúmil and Orophin decide to play matchmakers with their brother and the head healer.

Word Count: 2.1k

“Morning Mira!” Rúmil and Orophin’s voices rang out through the medical wing, which made several others face them. While a few people shushed them, Mirabella only offered them a small smile upon looking at them.

“Good morning boys. What can I do for you?” She asked kindly. The two shot each other a mischievous smile before facing her again, which made her sigh.

“What did you do this time?” She continued her task of folding spare blankets as she asked it, and she didn’t have to look at them to know they had a dramatically shocked look on their faces.

“We’ve done absolutely nothing at all,” Rúmil all but exclaimed.

“I’m hurt that you would even suggest that we did something wrong,” Orophin continued in the same tone. “Do you really have that little faith in us?” The girl paused her movements and stared at them, raising an incredulous eyebrow. That immediately made them break.

“We tried to hide Haldir’s sword and it fell into the river,” Orophin explained in a defeated tone.

“He had to dive into the water to get it,” Rúmil added.

“Now he’s soaked and looking for us,” Orophin concluded. Mirabella’s eyes widened as her jaw dropped in shock.

“Boys!” She exclaimed, which made a few healers turn around and shush her. She offered them an apologetic smile before facing the brothers in front of her.

“Can you hide us?” Rúmil pleaded, making sure to keep his voice down.

“Just until he stops looking for us?” His brother added with a pleading expression. The girl visibly hesitated, which made them step closer to her.

“We’ll give you strawberry lembas cake for a week,” Orophin offered, which made her eyes narrow at him. Before she could answer, a voice came from outside the door.

“Rúmil! Orophin!” Haldir called, eerily calm. It sounded like he was walking toward the medical wing and the boys in question began to panic.

“Please, Mira!” Orophin begged, both he and Rúmil taking each of her hands. She thought about their offer for a moment then hummed.

“A month,” she bargained.

“Done,” Rúmil responded immediately. “Now please hide us.”

“Get into the broom closet,” she instructed. “Behind the uniforms.” They nodded and allowed her to lead them to the closet doors. Mirabella helped them inside then closed the door before making back to the rest of the unfolded blankets as the door opened. She didn’t have to look at him to know that he was walking towards her.

“Good morning Haldir,” she greeted calmly before turning around. Her eyes widened as she took in his appearance. He was soaked to the bone, clothes, hair and all. In his left hand he gripped his sword’s sheath with said sword in it tightly and he was shivering just a bit. Winter had come a bit early in Lothlórien, and Mirabella could see small crystals beginning to form in Haldir’s hair.

“Oh my, Haldir-”

“I’m pretty sure you already know what happened,” he cut her off in an unimpressed tone. “There’s no need to pretend like my brothers haven’t told you.”

“I was just going to say you’re going to catch a cold if you stay in those clothes,” the girl retorted, shooting him an unimpressed look before turning around and continuing to fold the blankets. She heard him sigh behind her before he responded.

“My apologies, my lady. I’m just a bit frustrated at the moment. Rúmil and Orophin are beginning to get on my last nerve. I fear this may have been the final straw,” he said much softer this time, which made Mirabella smile and glance back at him.

“That’s better. Now, what can I do for you?” She inquired, setting the now folded blankets aside before facing him fully.

“The whereabouts of my brothers,” he answered simply. “I don’t doubt that they came to you for sanctuary again, and I’d like to know where you hid them this time.”

“I would never,” she lied, feigning innocence as she rested her hand against her chest. “Going behind the Marchwarden’s back? Inconceivable.” That brought the smallest smile to the elf’s face, which made Mirabella internally cheer. Just as quickly as it appeared, it vanished and Haldir returned to what she liked to call his ‘Marchwarden role.’

“Not as inconceivable as you might think, considering this is the fourth time this month that they’ve pulled something like this then come to you. If you please, we all have rounds to make and I have a punishment planned for them.”

“After you’ve changed into something warm,” she added immediately, crossing her arms. “We can’t have Lothlórien’s best soldier getting sick because he put his job over his health.” It was Haldir’s turn to cross his arms and a small smirk appeared on his face.

“You think that I’m Lothlórien’s best soldier?” Mirabella blushed as her words were repeated back to her. Sure, she meant it, but it was still embarrassing to know that that’s what he focused on.

“Of course, you weren’t named Marchwarden because of your good looks,” she attempted to brush off before realizing what she said. Haldir seemed to take delight in her mortification because a small chuckle left his lips.

“Now I’m the handsome Marchwarden?” He teased. Mirabella was ready to just disappear into thin air at this very moment. She had no idea how much more she could take, so she decided to simply end it. She turned away from him rather abruptly and picked up the blankets.

“I don’t know where your brothers are,” she started, beginning to walk over to the shelves where they kept the blankets. “But you won’t find them here. You might want to try elsewhere.” As she walked by the uniform closet, she subtly nodded her head towards it. Haldir seemed to understand what she was doing because without another word he strode over to the closet and whipped the door open. Rúmil and Orophin screamed at their brother’s sudden appearance, but before they could attempt to run the eldest Silvan brother grabbed them each by one ear and began to drag them out of the room.

“Mira, help us!” Rúmil begged, earning a sympathetic smile and giggle from the girl.

“Sorry, I already tried!” That was where their conversation was forced to end as Haldir finally dragged them out of the room, closing the door behind them. Mirabella shook her head amusedly at them, then finally moved onto her next task.

Rúmil and Orophin were becoming annoyed. Four times this month they’d been attempting to find ways to bring their brother and Mirabella together. All of them had been in vain as the duo barely exchanged a few pleasant conversations outside of work before Rúmil and Orophin were caught. It was frustrating. The feelings between them were obviously there, anyone with eyes could see it. The longing looks they exchanged while passing by, the way they held onto each other’s word during meetings, when she checked on him first after long patrols, everything. They had to up the amp, so after their punishment was over, they began plotting. Usually they would never do anything more than something like this, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Mirabella was walking down the halls of Galadriel’s palace with a peaceful smile on her face. There was no work for her to do at the moment and the day was lovely enough to be spent walking around relaxedly. She didn’t have an idea of where she was going, instead simply allowing her feet to wander where they pleased. Her hand lightly grazed the wall as she walked until she reached the side entrance of the palace. It wasn’t until she reached the bottom of the staircase that the tranquility was disrupted.

“Mira!” Orophin shouted, almost breathlessly as he approached her. The panic in his voice is what made her stop mid-step and look around. She had to side step the elf when he reached her so they wouldn’t land in a heap on the ground. Rather than be worried at first, the girl only sighed.

“Oro, I can’t keep hiding you. Your brother’s already caught on to your habits,” she informed them. The elf shook his head vigorously, which made her furrow her brows.

“It’s Haldir,” Orophin said quickly. “He’s hurt.” Her eyes widened a bit as her adrenaline immediately began pumping.

“What? What happened? Where is he?” She questioned urgently.

“Follow me, I’ll explain on the way,” the boy exclaimed before the two of them took off in a run. Mirabella’s only panic increased as Orophin explained what happened. He, Haldir and Rúmil had been patrolling the border when they were attacked by a horde of Orcs. They managed to fight them off enough to flee, but Haldir had gotten badly injured in the process. He couldn’t move without becoming weaker so Rúmil offered to stay with him as Orophin ran to get help. They sped up as they got closer to the border.

“Just a little further,” Orophin informed her urgently as they pushed through branches and bushes.

Finally, after what felt like forever, they reached a small clearing. At the same time, Rúmil and Haldir emerged from the other side of the clearing, the latter looking just as panicked as Mirabella felt.

“Haldir!” She exclaimed worriedly, picking up her speed just a bit.

“Mira,” he spoke in the same tone as he copied her. They met each other halfway and the girl began to search Haldir of any injuries, barely registering that he was doing the same thing as their hands found each other.

“Are you okay?” She asked frantically, receiving a bewildered look from the elf.

“Are you okay?” He shot back. “Rúmil told me what happened, I-”

“Rúmil?” She repeated confusedly, finally looking up at him. “What do you mean? Orophin told me you had been injured after an Orc attack.” That made Haldir pause.

“Rúmil said the exact same thing happened to you,” he said, duplicating her expression. Mirabella’s confusion grew and she shook her head quickly.

“What? No, I’ve been in the palace all day. You know I never go to the borders,” she tailed off before realization hit her. “Wait, Orophin said that you were too weak to move.” Haldir’s worry faded away and he raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

“That’s exactly what Rúmil said,” he muttered before the two of them faced his brothers.

“Rúmil, Orophin, is there something you would like to tell us?” Mirabella questioned, almost too calm. The boys, upon realizing that they had been caught, glanced at each other before flashing cheeky grins at the duo.

“There is,” Rúmil answered. “We believe it’s high time you two began courting already.”

“The feelings are there, and we simply gave you the push you both needed,” Orophin added. Before either of them could process their words, the younger Silvans ran away.

“Thank us later!” Rúmil called faintly. Haldir shook his head in disbelief at them then faced the elf beside him.

“I sincerely apologize for their behavior, I’m appalled that they would pull something like this,” he said with a genuine look in his eyes. A small amused smile slowly spread onto Mirabella’s face and she looked at him.

“Me neither,” she responded before gently squeezing his hand. “But I can’t say that I don’t appreciate the effort. You have feelings for me?” A subtle blush settled on Haldir’s face and he shot her a teasing smile.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he retorted.

“And if I said I did?” She inquired with an innocent expression. She held back a gasp as he dropped her hand and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

“Then I’d say that I happily return them, and I would ask you to court me,” he responded simply. Mirabella couldn’t help but giggle and she rested a hand on his chest.

“Then what are you waiting for?” That was when the widest smile she had ever seen on the Marchwarden’s face appeared.

“Mirabella Holidan, will you make me the happiest ellon (male elf) in the world and court me?” He inquired softly. Mirabella’s smile widened (if that were even possible) and she nodded without hesitation.

“I would love nothing more, Haldir.” Neither elf could be happier, and they found themselves taking their time in walking back to the castle.

“You know,” Mirabella started, swinging their enclosed hands a bit. “As much as Rúmil and Orophin annoy you, you can’t say they didn’t have a huge part in getting us together.” Haldir sighed softly, looking almost ashamed that he had to agree.

“I suppose. I don’t think either of us will ever live this down,” he grumbled.

“I think I can live with that,” the girl said with a giggle. The elf looked at her with a fond smile, then nodded.

“Me too.”

#lord of the rings #lotr #lotr imagine #lotr fanfic #haldir #haldir x oc #haldir imagine #haldir fanfiction

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brynnmclean · 1 year

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💬

If you please :)

Hello, dear friend! I'm going to be deeply self-indulgent on this one and pick a quote from out of grief, joy which I hope to return to one day:

“Stay a few minutes,” Orophin said, breaking through Haldir’s thoughts and gently kicking Haldir’s boot as he got comfortable against the talan’s screen wall. “There’s no need to rush off before breakfast.”

“Sensible as always, honeg.” Haldir laughed, handing Orophin a waterskin before clearing away enough of the thin snow to give himself space to sit.

They ate and drank in silence as the overcast sky lightened in increments. After a few moments, Orophin turned an intent gaze to Haldir and asked the customary question of their mornings: “Where are you in the river today?”

“Closest to ellon,” Haldir answered with a soft smile, pleased as always with the question, the care that was behind it. Unlike Orophin and Rúmil, Haldir’s gender was not a fixed thing—it flowed like river water on its own path and pace. He ran his fingertips along the braid in his hair that marked him edhel, threads of blue and silver woven through it signifying an invitation to ask where he stood. He couldn’t help the way his mouth curved into a smile, warm pride irrepressible. “Le hannon,” he said, rising to his feet and brushing stray crumbs from his clothes.

“Always,” Orophin replied, reaching up and squeezing Haldir’s hand in farewell. “Safe watch, hanar.”

“Safe watch,” Haldir echoed before he carefully swung out of the talan and made his way through the branches of the forest.

Genderfluid!Haldir is very close to my heart, even after all these years.

[ask me about fic quotes!]

#allatariel #replies #writer reader quotes #a friend asked me once where i was in the river that day and i think i cried #it was really sweet #out of storms 'verse

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Lindir/Haldir hcs

My Lindir/Haldir bullet point manifesto compiled at @elithilanor's request. Shout out to @parma-formenorion and @oracleofimladris for listening to me rant about this at ungodly hours

TLDR: Haldir and Lindir's respective communication styles collide to form Arda's most ridiculous slowburn bc Haldir doesn't realize Lindir is Actually Flirting™

Lindir thinks this dynamic is hysterical. He has actual reasons for not correcting it, but it doesn't hurt that it's funny.

Haldir's not oblivious. Marriage and courting are just really far down on the list of shit he's been worried about in the Third Age.

Contrary to popular belief, it's not an unrequited love situation. They have a very easy, sometimes blurry, friendship that they're both very content with. Lindir rolled a standing invitation to court/marry into it along the way and Haldir hasn't realized that it's sincere.

Lindir accidentally rattled the hell out of Haldir early on.

One of the first times Haldir was sent on business to Rivendell included Lindir feigning offense at Haldir holding back a bit from some festivities.

"I don't know what is so offensive about my voice that you refuse to dance in Imladris, but-"

The deadpan was strong enough that Haldir briefly saw his reputation flash before his eyes. Lindir dragged him into a dance while this was occurring.

They spark a lovely, if not unlikely friendship, which evolves into something like a queerplatonic relationship over the years.

They have fantastic banter.

Haldir teaches Lindir songs he doesn't know from Lorien and a few he might have picked up from Mirkwood.

When they're in the same place they often spend time in each other's rooms at the end of the day, trading stories and news about what's going on in their lands. More often it's Haldir that comes to Rivendell, but occasionally Lindir goes to Lorien. Haldir likes to hang out at river banks, so they do that schedules and weather permitting.

Lindir keeps extra rugs and furs in his room at Elrond's House because Haldir tends to take to the floor.

Lindir helped Haldir improve his fluency in Westron. Lindir likes to snoop around Eriador so Westron is a useful language to know if you're nosy.

Haldir learns to ask Lindir to specify if things are "urgent" or "time sensitive" because quickly it becomes clear they have VERY different operating definitions of what is "important."

They both keep their cards close to their chest in very different ways.

Lindir is an extrovert; he can be ostentatious and flat out aggravating occasionally, but he's charming enough to pull it off. Very good at nonchalance and Committing to the Act.

Haldir is more mild. He's well-spoken and well-liked but prefers to listen and observe. He certainly has his convictions, but he'd rather fall on his sword than misstep when he's meant to be putting on a good face for his people and/or his family.

Haldir is one of very few people Lindir allows to witness his melancholy moods. They're worse after Angmar's attacks on Rivendell midway through the Third Age.

The Situationship™

Haldir mentions someone giving him shit about being unmarried off-hand; Lindir jokes that they can always marry each other.

This evolves into a running joke where Lindir will be like stars above, just marry me already at moments. It's in jest at first but he's also not opposed.

They learn to braid each other's hair in their preferred styles. Haldir teaches Lindir some Lorien specific and Pendarin braids. Lindir shows Haldir some Noldorin practices he's learned from his friends in the valley. They're both pretty familiar with general Teleri hair practices, but they compare notes anyway.

The first time Lindir gives Haldir some of his hair to make into bowstrings it's as part of some joke. Haldir uses it because at that point it'd just be rude to not follow through. Then Lindir keeps doing it indefinitely.

Haldir teaches Lindir Pendarin and will speak it with him in private. He hardly does this without anyone outside of his family and rarely outside of Penni majority spaces. Lindir brushes up Haldir's Quenya because Lindir has found family members who speak it in private occasionally.

Lindir has told Haldir "I would follow you anywhere, unless I get distracted."

There is a healthy amount of rumors about them on both sides of the Misty Mountains.

A non-zero amount of elves are convinced that Lindir and Haldir married in secret centuries ago, foregoing all the proper traditions, and Haldir is just fucking with everyone at this point.

The camps most people fall into are "Haldir/Lindir are failing miserably at the secret part of secret relationship" vs. "Haldir/Lindir are both actively fucking with everyone" vs. "Haldir actually does not realize Lindir is serious"

Lindir compares himself to Daeron as a joke sometimes, which feeds the camp of elves who think he's in an unrequited love situation.

Haldir's had several suitors and turned away each one that pursued a serious courtship, usually because it's Bad Timing or he's Not Interested at the moment. The gossip is that he's rejecting them because Haldir/Lindir is a thing. Haldir is usually very straightforward, but he hasnt turned Lindir down to anyone's knowledge yet. Which is true in the sense that Haldir doesn't perceive anything serious there (Lindir would have spoken plainly with him about it?), so in his mind there's nothing to address.

Some of the Galadhrim have a bet going on about the Haldir/Lindir situation. Lindir learned about it quickly after its inception and placed wagers through friends in Lorien. They plan to get their hands on some Dorwinion with their eventual winnings.

Orophin started his own pool, mostly between some of his cousins. He wanted in on the wagers but was accused of having insider information/unfair advantage.

Orophin and Rúmil occasionally debate whether Lindir's type is "dumb of ass, strong of heart" or if he's some kind of emotional masochist. (Both, perhaps?) They occasionally launch coordinated attempts to convince Haldir that Lindir is in love with him. Haldir thinks they're just being annoying and it drives Orophin up the damn walls.

When people ask Lindir about the nature of their relationship, he generally deadpans whatever answer is funniest in the moment.

It makes the rumors worse.

If Lindir doesn't have anything better to do he makes the rumors worse himself because he is fucking with everyone.

The first time someone asked Lindir if they were secretly married, he replied yes and promptly cited a year from before either of them were born as their wedding anniversary.

Most people stopped asking Haldir because he thinks it's a stupid question. Last time someone brought up being "secretly married" he was actually pretty fucking offended at the implication that he would forgo a proper betrothal and wedding.

#Haldir/Lindir #Tolkien #Lord of the Rings #Orophin #Rúmil of Lorien #Haldir #Lindir #Halindir

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elithilanor · 1 year

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#lotr #elrond #Elithilanor polls #lord of the rings #Galadriel #Celeborn #Arwen #Haldir #Erestor #Rúmil #Orophin #Jeff Brody elf #Legolas

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nocompromise-noregrets · 1 year

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Midwinter fic masterlist

Because I've written a bit about this time of year, as part of various exchanges and my own prompting events, and it's probably about time I brought them all together...

Set in Imladris:

Firelight, G, Glorfindel, in the Hall of Fire close to Midwinter, thinks this might possibly be his favourite time of the year in Imladris. (Glorfindel, mentions of Erestor, Elrond, Lindir, Arwen, Elladan and Elrohir, very faintly implied Glorfindel/Erestor if you squint), @officialtolkiensecretsanta advent calendar 2020

Come Home, G, Elrohir has always been fascinated with the story of Maglor. One Midwinter, he finally has the opportunity to do something about it. (Elrohir, Elladan, Elrond, Maglor, Arwen, Erestor, Glorfindel, Galadriel, mention of Celeborn (he's there but he doesn't actually say anything XD )), @officialtolkiensecretsanta gift 2020

Flowers in Winter, G, Glorfindel, it turns out, does not particularly like the winter. Erestor resolves to do something about it, and to remind him that spring will come again. (Erestor/Glorfindel, Arwen, Elladan, Elrohir, Haldir, mention of Orophin and Rúmil), @officialtolkiensecretsanta gift 2021

Sugar and Diamonds, G, Celebrían, visiting Imladris for Midwinter with her mother, has a very important conversation with Elrond. (Celebrían/Elrond), @officialtolkiensecretsanta gift 2022

Through Storms and Nightmares, T, When they are ambushed by Orcs on the way from Isengard to Imladris, and Glorfindel is injured, Erestor has no choice but to defend his beloved. Once they are safe, Erestor must learn to let Elrond and Glorfindel help him face his demons at last. (Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond, Elladan, Elrohir), @officialtolkiensecretsanta gift 2022 (not super Midwintery, but it is set at that time of year)

Pockets At The Ends, G, Arwen wants to cheer up Erestor when she works out that he's extra-grumpy because he doesn't like the winter, and Elladan and Elrohir lend a hand. (Erestor, Arwen, Elladan, Elrohir, Elrond, Celebrían, mention of Glorfindel)

Set in Dale:

Should All The Stars Shine In The Sky, G, It is the first Midwinter celebration in Dale, after the Battle of the Five Armies. Bard and Thranduil are in the thick of the festivities, and Sigrid and Tauriel are stargazing on a rooftop; there are all kinds of magic abroad on this, the longest night of the year. (Bard/Thranduil, Sigrid/Tauriel, Bain and Tilda are there too), @haveahappyhobbitholiday gift 2020

Caught Like Stars, G, Thranduil has his reasons for accepting Bard's invitation to celebrate Midwinter in Dale, but he isn't quite expecting anything that happens after he arrives. (Bard/Thranduil, Sigrid, Bain, Tilda, Legolas, Tauriel), @haveahappyhobbitholiday gift 2021

Hilda's Grandma's Special Secret Recipe, G, Thranduil spends Midwinter in Dale with his new family for the first time, and is horrified to discover what they do to wine. (Bard/Thranduil, Sigrid, Bain, Tilda, Tauriel, Hilda), @officialtolkiensecretsanta advent calendar 2021, part of My Heart Is An Empty Vessel-'verse

See This Storm Through chapter 6, T, The family celebrate their first Midwinter without Bard, Bain steps into his Da's shoes…and a few days later, Legolas and Thranduil set out to return to the Woodland Realm. (Legolas, Thranduil, Sigrid, Bain, Tilda, Lotta (Bain's wife), Brand, Astrid and Ingrid (Brand's sisters), Erik (Bain and Lotta's childhood friend), Einar (landlord of the Golden Dragon, best tavern in Dale)), part of My Heart Is An Empty Vessel-'verse

A Different Idea Of Magic, G, Tilda discovers that the snow reacts to her Ada in a totally different way than it does to her. (Bard/Thranduil, Tilda, Sigrid, Bain), part of My Heart Is An Empty Vessel-'verse

Home At Last, G, Legolas makes his way to Dale for Midwinter, hoping to surprise his family. (Legolas, Bard/Thranduil, Sigrid, Tauriel, Tilda, Bain, Lotta (Bain's wife), Brand, Astrid and Ingrid (Brand's sisters)), @officialtolkiensecretsanta advent calendar 2022, part of My Heart Is An Empty Vessel-'verse

Modern AUs:

It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like..., T, Bard can't work out why he keeps having to deliver parcels to Greenwood Hall. Thranduil feels strangely drawn to the handsome delivery driver. It's nearly Christmas, and a few of Santa's little helpers decide to give the two of them a bit of a shove in each other's direction… (Bard/Thranduil, Sigrid/Tauriel, Bain, Tilda, Legolas), aka that one time I wrote a daft Christmas movie AU and it spiralled into a full-blown AU...

All I Want (for Christmas) is You, G, The Bowman-Greenwood family are celebrating their first proper Christmas together as - well, as the Bowman-Greenwood family. (Bard/Thranduil, Sigrid/Tauriel, Bain, Tilda, Legolas/Kíli (only just but still)), aka that one time I asked for a load of prompts and ended up writing a Christmas special for the daft Christmas movie AU...

a kiss in the cold and dark (i should have kissed you that summer), M, Watching his kids on the ice rink at the Christmas market, Bard sees a familiar face, someone he hasn't seen for over twenty years. Someone he never quite resolved things with, all that time ago… (Bard/Thranduil, Sigrid/Tauriel, Bain, Tilda, Tauriel, Legolas), @officialtolkiensecretsanta gift 2021

Other fandoms:

Do I Have To?, G, MCU - Hawkeye (TV), Clint takes a couple of waifs and strays home with him to Iowa for Christmas. (Clint Barton, Kate Bishop, Yelena Belova, Laura Barton, Cooper Barton, Lila Barton, Nate Barton)

Holly and Scratches, interlude in A Quiet Understanding, T, King Arthur (2004), The knights celebrate the Winter Solstice at the Wall, a couple of years before the events of the film (Gawain/Galahad)

To be updated...

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ao3feed-silvergifting · 2 years

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One long six months

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

by Arda_to_Cynth

Celebros is the elvensmith that repairs Anduril, but the journey breaks her life. Holding a secret, that comes out because the Imladris elves are assholes in this, her life is in a turmoil, after ages.

Since I suck at summaries, here is an excerpt.

"Do not expect mercy from Mirkwood if you do. My king places me in high regard, I've made every armour he wore, every blade and bow he wielded, any metal he ever used except for rings for the past 4600 years. And for his son the past 2931 years. And his father when he was still alive. He will avenge his best weaponsmith."

Words: 4695, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings (Movies), The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Legolas Greenleaf, Thranduil (Tolkien), Oropher (Tolkien), Celeborn (Tolkien), Galadriel | Artanis, Aragorn | Estel, Gimli (Son of Glóin), Glorfindel (Tolkien), Erestor (Tolkien), Sauron | Mairon, Annatar (Tolkien), Celebrimbor | Telperinquar, Haldir of Lothlórien, Rúmil of Lothlórien, Orophin (Tolkien)

Relationships: Thranduil (Tolkien)/Original Female Character(s), Thranduil (Tolkien)/Original Character(s), Legolas Greenleaf/Original Female Character(s), Legolas Greenleaf/Original Character(s), Annatar/Celebrimbor | Telperinquar, Morgoth Bauglir | Melkor & Sauron | Mairon, Glorfindel (Tolkien)/Original Female Character(s), Erestor (Tolkien)/Original Female Character(s), Haldir of Lothlórien & Orophin & Rúmil of Lothlórien

Additional Tags: Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Betrayal, No Fluff, No Smut, Angry Thranduil, Thranduil Not Being An Asshole, Baby Legolas Greenleaf, Protective Legolas Greenleaf, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied Mpreg, Implied Gimli/Legolas Greenleaf

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

#ao3feed #fanfic #silmarillion #silvergifting #silverfisting #celebrimbor #annatar #sauron #mairon

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thetempleofthemasaigoddess · 1 year

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Plenilune

Haldir x reader - NSFW!

Fun fact: in Tolkien's legendarium the Moon is male since it is guided by a male Maia, Tilion, while the Sun is guided by a female Maia, Arien, and is therefore female.

*****

The murmuring of the wind through the leaves is almost comforting to your ears, as if the forest wished to hearten you against the danger you have deliberately put yourself in for the thirteenth time, as you spur your mare towards your destination galloping among woods and meadows. The moon and the stars illuminate the path enough to keep you and your mare from falling, and no evil that you ought to fear has ever entered Lothlórien; but yes, you are in peril, and you don't even want to think about the consequences if he found out what you are doing.

It is late, you sadly reflect as you cover your head with your hood in the remote case someone sees you, and obviously you cannot help it, since you couldn't leave until he had gone to bed and it would take the fastest horse almost an hour to reach your destination, but still you feel yourself trembling, your heart beating twice as fast as normal with haste, and fear... and another emotion, much more pleasant, that makes you wish you had wings.

A few minutes later, you and your mare have finally reached your destination: the gates of Caras Galadhon are a stone's throw from you, the high trees surrounded by talan standing out, solemn and majestic, against the hilltops behind them. You tie your mare to the trunk of another tree, leaving her to rest after the ride and graze pacefully, and walk towards the gate, your pace slow and your arms spread to show you carry no weapon and are therefore not a danger to the city and its people: you lived here for many years and most of the guards know you, but you know how seriously they take their duty to protect the borders, and it is better for all of you to avoid an incident.

You are now close enough to discern the shapes of the two Elves on duty, both fitted with one of the great bows of the Galadhrim and a quiver full of arrows; one of them softly calls your name.

"Orophin?" you answer in the same tone, not bothering to hide your relief, even more because next to him you have recognized Rúmil, his braided hair easily identifiable in the soft moonlight; after more than a year you must have met most of the guards, who serve on rotation, and none of them has ever tried to forbid you from entering -you are pretty sure they all sympathize with your predicament and are willing to help, even if it means turning a blind eye on your visits, but still, the fact that every single marchwarden is aware of your tryst is more than a little embarassing- but you are happy to be welcomed by the only two Elves in Caras Galadhon who have been personally informed of your visits... and of the reason behind them.

The moon is full; perfect in his circular shape, he shines above you, surrounded by the stars as a lord by his courtiers. You smile as you look at him, and then step across the high gate in white wood and iron that Rúmil has opened for you. "Hannon le" you thank him softly, and he simply smiles in return, while Orophin looks around you anxiously; the Lord and Lady of Lothlorien know you personally and know you pose no danger to their people, but strictly speaking they are failing in their duties letting you in after sundown, since the gates are closed during the night, and the fewer people know you are there, the better.

There is so much at stake for them, for you, and for the one who you know is anxiously waiting for you at his talan; you don't even want to know what would happen if you were discovered, but you persist, month after month, each time the full moon rises in the sky. And one day, soon you hope, your efforts will bear fruit, and you won't have to hide anymore...

"I thought you had decided not to come." Rúmil jokes as he closes the gate, and you wink in response. "Not even if the Valar themselves attempted to stop me."

"Stop wasting time, both of you!" Orophin hisses "The sun will rise in a few hours, and (name) must have left by then; you should go now, and be careful!"

If someone heard you, they could think you are plotting some heinous crime; at first the thought amused you, since the reason that brings you to the city every plenilune goes against no law, but by now, after a whole fruitless year, bitterness has grown inside you, a vague sadness and a sense of helplessness that make it almost impossible to joke about it. You would never give up on your hopes, and you would never renounce him, but sometimes you feel trapped, powerless against the will of the Powers and that of your own body, as if your dearest dream will never come true...

You would never express those doubts in front of your friends, who promised to help you in any way they can and are deliberately failing in their duty to do so; because of this you thank them both and proceed, quickly leaving the gate behind you.

The high Mallorn trees rise up all around you, the sight of the starry sky blocked by the talan built around their trunks; large oil lamps hang from the branches, most of them dark as it is normal during the night, but another lamp is lit, a lamp whose handle is grasped by someone who is waiting at the base of one of the trees, a tree you have reached without hesitation, moving among the maze.

You see him, you see his deep blue eyes in the noble face, a joyful and relieved smile breaking over his lips as he sees you, and it is as if you are finally able to breathe after a month spent struggling for air.

"Haldir..." you murmur, breathless for much more than just the speed of your pace; he almost lets the lamp fall from his hand, and a moment later you have started running towards each other.

*****

You still remembered the day you met Haldir; he was the guard on duty at the gate, you the new handmaiden lady Galadriel had just admitted in her entourage. As he walked you to the main talan, you were immediately struck with his noble beauty, the solemn face with the hint of a smile on his lips; you spent only a few minutes together since he had to return to the gate, but in the following days, when your path crossed as you were both busy with your duties, he never failed to offer you a smile and a nod, as if you were friends. With time, you learnt to appreciate him beyond his loveliness and a quiet friendship had started developing between the two of you, but you never thought he would be interested in you, until leaving your room one day you found a folded piece of parchment waiting in front of the door, under a niphredil flower: Haldir invited you for a walk, that very night; if you accepted, you were meet him at the gate at the end of his shift.

You felt your heart bursting with happiness when, that night, you walked to the gate wearing your favorite dress, your hair brushed until it shone, and the niphredil flower behind your ear; you couldn't wait to be alone with him, and you smiled at Haldir, busy talking to the guard who had come to take over from him. He smiled back, but you didn't notice how perplexed he looked when he saw you.

"Thanks for your message, I couldn't wait for our walk. Shall we?"

"... Yes. Oh course, let us go."

You spent two lovely hours together, walking along a trail in a beech wood just outside the city and sitting next to a stream; you talked, freely as you had never done before, about your families and your dreams, your pasts and your fears. You enjoyed Haldir's company and he appeared to appreciate yours, and for you it didn't matter what would have happened after that day, if that pleasant evening would be the beginning of something special or would remain a single event to think back to wistfully, and in the end, you didn't care: those few hours under a clear blue sky, when you didn't have to worry about duties and responsibilities and were free to be simply yourself, were a treasure in their own right, and whether Haldir's invitation was extended out of friendship or something else, in the end it didn't matter: simply being with him made you happy.

In the end it was only when Haldir insisted on walking you to your room, that he confessed the truth - simply because he felt he had to, being too fair and honest to take advantage of a scam, even though it hadn't been his fault.

"I must admit... I never invited you on a walk; the message that you received was probably sent by my brothers." he confessed, too ashamed to look you in the eyes, his long hair barely covering the flush that had spread on his fair face. He told you that Rúmil and Orophin, who you knew well and had noticed him staring longingly at you, had tried to convince him to approach you. Haldir had refused, both because he was sure you wouldn't be interested and simply because he would have rather faced Melkor than tell you about his feelings, and in the end his brothers must have decided to take the matter in their own hands.

"You are lucky to have brothers who care so much about your happiness." you said, your back pressed against the trunk of the tree, the talan you shared with two other of the Lady's maidens high above you; the night was falling on Caras Galadhon, a gentle breeze caressing your hair and dress. You would have flushed, and even perhaps run away in embarrassment, but apparently Rúmil and Orophin's intervention was due to their brother's indecision, not to his lack of interest, and because of this you stayed where you were, ready to reassure him that you were happy to have spent the evening with him nonetheless... and that if he wanted to invite you again, you wouldn't have said no.

"You think? At the moment I sincerely wish my parents had stopped after having me. Please don't misinterpret, I am very happy you came and I couldn't think of a better way to spend an evening; but they shouldn't have meddled."

You almost asked him if he would have ever confessed his feelings for you, had his brothers not intervened, but in the end, what difference would it have made? Despite everything, you were grateful to Rúmil and Orophin for what they had done, but now, and from now on, the two of you would have walked at your own pace.

"I am supposed to wait on the lady Galadriel at the banquet tonight." you said in the end "Shall we have dinner together before that? If you have nothing more important to do."

Relief was clear on Haldir's fair face as he answered that no, of course not, nothing on all of Arda would have been more important than spending more time with you. Expressing his feelings didn't come natural to him, at least not before he had spent some, or a long, time with someone, which could have made the other person -namely, you- interpret that reticence as indifference, even disregard, but you didn't; you were still learning to know each other, and as any other couple you would have your misunderstandings and disagreements, but in that moment at least everything was perfect, as if you just needed to share a look to understand what you were feeling. You cared about each other, more that you could express, and that was enough.

It was beautiful, and it made you happy.

"May I take your hand?" he asked, and the question was deeper than it appeared, since friends didn't walk holding hands, but a couple who was courting did; he seemed uncertain, even shy - quite a difference from the steadfast, capable soldier you had learnt to know. That sight filled your heart with affection... and an answer you couldn't have given to him faster.

"Of course. I would love to."

You let him take your hand, you took his, and since then neither of you has ever let go.

*****

Neither of you speaks as you climb the slim rope-ladder to reach the talan Haldir shares with his brothers, identical to the many others where the guards live, in groups of two or three; wooden screens, carved in shapes of trees and animals, separate the communal area from the smaller ones reserved to each of them. As soon as the door of the large chamber, built all around the tree trunk, closes behind you, Haldir takes your hands once more, brings them to his lips, and kisses them devotedly. "You came." he murmurs, his eyes full of affection and relief; he knows your feelings, he knows that you will never give up on him and nothing, not even Melkor himself, could forbid you to go to him on a full moon night, but you know that every time he fears he will never see you again, and you will never have the family you both wish for.

He is so afraid, your Haldir, but so gentle and reverent as he holds you against him, his hand caressing your hair as you rest your cheek on his chest to listen to his heartbeat. He doesn't ask whether someone saw you, after you passed the city's gate, along the way or, worst of all, as you left your village; he knows you are as careful as you can be to slip away unnoticed and to ride along hidden paths, but you both know the risk, and accept it, because being together once more, one more night, even just one more hour, is worth the most dire consequences.

"I am sorry, I am late." you tell him in the end, after you part just enough to look at each other; so many years after you have shared your first kiss he is more handsome than ever, so handsome you feel yourself shivering as his warm hands find your shoulders under your cape and run along your naked arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind them. He is wearing a grey tunic with a brown leather belt, his long hair spread on his shoulder and chest; many Silvan Elves have blonde hair, but no one's is as beautiful as his, and sometimes, as you lie next to each other, your passion dormant but not forgotten, you like to play with it, braiding and running your hair through it, or rubbing it against your skin.

Maybe you will do it once more, tonight; before you have will to go.

"I had to stay until he went to bed, and he had some friends visiting, so..."

"It it all right, don't concern yourself." he reassures you, and you love him for it, because every moment you lose during those nights is a wasted opportunity, a loss you could pay dearly if you were discovered, but still he cannot stand to see you upset "I am just glad you came. Eru... you are so beautiful..."

"You have seen me wear this dress at least ten times."

"True, but I wasn't talking about the dress. My darling, my beloved flower... how I have missed you..."

Maybe the distance plays a part in it, as well as the fact that you haven't laid together often, even through you have been courting for years, or maybe not; maybe it is just that you love him desperately, with all your heart and your mind, your fëa and your hröa harmonius in desiring him, the warmth of his body, the soothing sensation of his embrace. No one could ever call you naive, and after a year you know your beloved's skin as well as yours, but, and maybe because of this, your heart is pounding in your chest as you offer Haldir your mouth, that he claims in a kiss as he holds your face in his hands.

You kiss avidly for a while, your hands moving from Haldir's strong shoulders to his back and chest to caress and stimulate and revere; he moans in your mouth, the sound lurid and heavenly at the same time, as he takes off your cape and let it fall on the floor - which betrays the state he is in, since he would never leave something, especially clothes, lying around instead of finding an appropriate place for them, tidy and even fastidious as he is. Evidently you really have an effect on him, you think pleased, so much that you make him forget himself...

"Why are you smiling as we kiss?" he asks, feigning a contrariness he is physically unable to feel; a moment later his kisses move to your neck, and the goosebumps are no longer limited to your arms.

"I am simply -oh yes, right there!- happy we are together, that is all."

"I am happy as well, my flower. And I wish... we didn't have to wait the full moon..."

You would like to jest that the moon is a capricious master, who only allows you to meet once every twenty-eight nights, and you should ask him to assume his most complete form more often, but you can't; you cannot joke about it, not anymore. This night coincides with the most fertile moment of your cycle, and this is why you have chosen it to meet; often enough to give you a realistic opportunity, as well as to alleviate the pain of your separation, but at the same time your visits to Haldir would be sufficently sporadic not to arouse suspicion - you hope. It is not much, but you make do. It seemed a good compromise when you decided on it, since you make the most of your time together, clinging to each other until you are both panting breathless, and you thought you would have achieved your goal by now.

You haven't.

You often feel as if time itself works against you, but nonetheless you take your time, savoring the intimacy and the joy of being together once more before you can taste each other's flesh. Haldir's hand has guided you behind the wooden screen that separates his area of the room from those of his brothers'. Rúmil and Orophin are on duty until dawn, and since they both respect your privacy they would never interrupt you in any case, but your beloved doesn't feel at ease laying with you if you are not as hidden as you can be: he is such a modest, demure person, and you love him for it... as well as for everything else.

"How I have missed you..." you murmur as you once more find your beloved's mouth with yours; he moans into it, his hands moving hungry and greedy on your body as those of a sculptor molding a block of clay, and this is exactly how you feel, as if you are nothing, raw, shapeless, aimless, if you are not close to him, able to touch and be touched.

Neither of you speak as your clothes start falling to the floor. You free Haldir of his tunic, and his skin is like marble in the semi-darkness around you, smooth and cool and made for you to touch and caress; he moans, his head bent backwards, as you hold his hips in your hands and fill the distance between the two of you to kiss his neck, his chest, and his stomach. You feel, as well as hear, the rumble of pleasure escaping his lips as you close yours around his right nipple, licking and sucking as you stimulate the other one with your fingertips. You love Haldir like you have never loved anything and anyone, you love his kindness and his intelligence, his sense of duty and his wit; you love his stubborness and his rigidity and melancholy. And you love his body -strong, agile, so deliciously masculine, a source of warmth and pleasure and life; you cling to it, exploring and stimulating it until he is moaning and whispering your name and his desire is presses against your belly, hard and warm.

"Please." he begs; Eru, how you love hearing him like that "Please, my darling, let me have you..."

You don't answer, but you smile, and you break the kiss to turn and offer him your back; Haldir's agile fingers make quick works of the knots of your dress, and soon the cloth is sliding down your body, and you are naked under it, no shift or undergarments, because you have so little time to spend together and you don't want to waste it taking off your drawers.

That, and he tore your favourite shift six months ago, in his haste to take it off you; mortified, he apologized and promised to replace it, you simply told him he would have to make your loss worth it.

There is awe on his face, as well as desire, as he admires you, his fingertips barely brushing against you but leaving a trail of fire behind them. "Come." he invites you taking your hand once more, and his bed -the only element present in the small area behind the screen, apart from a chest and a chair- is only three steps away, but you like being led, being welcomed to it just like he has opened his heart to you.

You have already started kissing as you lower yourself on the bed, Haldir's arms keeping you close enough that you can feel his heartbeat matching yours, your hands fiddling with his belt; you brush your hand against his hardness, and your beloved has the audacity to snigger.

"Have patience, my love; it is yours, you know it, and you can have it any time you want."

You pout. "I want it now, Haldir..." you tell him, and he kisses you once more, and tells you to "Take it, then."

Getting undressed while one is laying is not easy, but finally your beloved is as naked as you are, his fair skin pressed against yours; you take his hardness in your hands as he moans, fondling and kissing it, and in the end he asks you to stop, because it is not on your hands that he wants to spill. You let him push you on your back, and a moment later Haldir's strong body is above you, his golden hair spilling all around him; you pass your fingers through it, mesmerized, and you brush them against your breasts, and there is something so alluring, so enticing in that sight, that when your eyes met his, you know that his desire has taken over - he cannot think clearly, he has forgotten everything that is not you, and what you share, and what he will feel once he is inside you. He is the most rigorous and even-tempered person you know, devoted to his duties and able to keep his composure in times of danger and hardship, but when he is with you... especially like this... it is as if another Elf takes his place, an Elf who would be ready to forget his responsiblities and his honour for the opportunity to lay between your thighs, once more.

It is beautiful, and terrifying; and it should be a source of pride for you, but instead it humbles you, and fills your heart with awe, because you feel the same. Haldir is your intended, your future husband, your lover, your best friend, and one day he will be the father of your children; you promised him, and you promised yourself, and you will do whatever you need to make that dream come true.

You have opened your legs for him, Haldir's fingers gently caressing them as you cross your ankles on his back, giving him full access; you have surrended yourself, offering your body and your soul and your love to the one you know deserve them and will always cherish them, and that is why you don't feel it as a loss. You moan as he lowers his mouth to suck on the side of your neck, murmuring your name as he would with that of Varda, and you groan when his fingers brush against your mound, eliciting a jolt of pleasure through your body. Please, you tell him, and you don't know whether you are actually articulating the words or just thinking them, your moans and sighs betraying your desires, please take me, I need it now, I need you...

And a moment later you have him, fully and perfectly like so many times before. You are clinging to his shoulders, his name blossoming again and again on your lips as a litany, as a prayer, as the sinuous movement of his hips makes stars explode behind your eyelids. He moans your name, fierce and greedy and so loving, and you could almost cry with emotion, were you not too busy simply feeling, and you love all of it - his love, his passion, his reverence, the promise you have shared years ago and that you renew every time, without the need for words.

The fire is burning inside and all around you; and it is the kind of flames you are happy to be consumed by.

*****

It is all your father's fault.

It is not nice to say, but it is true. Your current predicament, the need for secrecy and to meet on full moon nights, everything is due to the fact that your father didn't approve of Haldir as your intended, and he explicitly stated that he would never give his consent for you to marry. Not because he dislikes Haldir, or because he considers your beloved unable to take care of you and make you happy; the reason is way more personal.

Your father and his dearest friend have always planned to have their children marry, so as to unite their families in one. As fate would have it, your father's friend has a son who is exactly the same age as you -was it deliberate, a pact that they made and that also involved their wives? Two years ago you would have considered it absurd, but now you would not put it past him- which, in the two fathers' opinion, made things easier and ensured the continuation of both of their lineages.

You knew the pact with his friend was important for your father; you just hadn't realized the lenghts he would go to see his dream come true. His friend lived too far away to make frequent visits possible, and the few times you had met, his son seemed nice enough, a good company for a walk or to sit next to at dinner; you never talked about your fathers' plans, simply trying not to bore each other. Marriage prospects were the last thing on your mind, at least until you moved to Caras Galadhon to serve lady Galadriel, you met Haldir, and he stole your heart.

You never thought your father would oppose your relationship with Haldir; you only mentioned him in your letters as a friend, since you didn't want him and your mother to come and make sure his intentions were pure and serious -they were, obviously; but you didn't want your beloved to feel he had to prove himself- but you were sure that when they got to meet him, they would love him, just like you did.

They didn't. Well, he didn't; when you, radiant with joy, returned home with Haldir to introduce him to your parents and announce you were engaged, your mother was ready to welcome your beloved in the family within ten minutes after meeting him; your father, unfortunately, was a whole different matter.

"What? Surely you are joking. You cannot pledge to marry him; you are already engaged and you know it. I was going to write you about it next month: my friend and I decided it is time for the two of you to wed. His son was going to move with you in Caras Galadhon, but since I don't want you to be... distracted by your friend here, you better leave the service of the Lady and go live with him in his village. Now, do not argue with me; I am your father and I know what is best for you."

He clearly didn't, but try as you might you couldn't change his mind, or convince him to relent. Your father was determined to get his own way, no matter how much you cried -and it was a lot, so much that it filled you with shame, particularly because it was all in vain- argued, locked yourself up in your room and threatened to hurt yourself; he had decided to have you marry the son of his friend, and that he would do, even if it meant forbidding you to leave home until you relented. Poor Haldir had to return home alone, because your father forbade you to return even just to say goodbye to your friends; he was too honourable to challenge your father's authority under his roof, or to kidnap you from your home, and your mother begged you to obey your father as a good daughter should. You grudgingly did... but still, you were determined to marry your beloved, whatever the price.

Your only real ally in the family was your sister, who sympathized with your and your beloved's plight and promised to help; in front of your father she feigned disinterest in the whole matter, so as not to arouse suspicion, but secretly she was the one who sent your letters to Haldir and received his for you, pretending to be corrisponding with her friends in other villages.

Deciding what to do was painful, and at the same time surprisingly easy. You dearly loved your father, and since you were little you had only wanted to make him proud; likewise, Haldir respected him and only wanted to be accepted in your family. But since all your hopes had been dashed, you were only allowed to leave your home if escorted by one of your parents and he was struck in Caras Galadhon, there was only one thing you could do.

Elven marriages are usually conducted in front of families and friends, and include the exchange of rings and a blessing imposed by each pair of parents on their new child-in-law. On the other hand, your people's oldest tradition has it that the union of the bodies symbolizes the union of the soul, and that the birth of a child is enough to consider a couple married on a factual, and as a consequence formal, prospective, just as the first Elves who awoke at Cuiviénen wed each other. So, you agreed as the letters were sent and received between the city and your village, this is what you would do; you would get pregnant, and then your father would be forced to recognize your relationship, for the sake of his grandchild if not for yours... and because at that point his friend would hardly accept you in his family. And if your father decides to repudiate you, throwing you in the streets and forbidding you from ever returning... you will accept it. It would break your heart, because you love him, and your mother, and you never wished to cause a rift between you, but Haldir is the husband you have chosen, the other and the better part of you, and you are willing to sacrifice it all to be with him. You knew Lady Galadriel would welcome you back among her maidens, not caring about the shame you would have brought to your family, and you and your beloved would then marry and move to a talan of your own.

It would be a nice life; a perfect life, with your husband and the first of the many children you had already planned on having. And it will be, one day, hopefully soon. It was exactly thirteen moon cycles ago that, once more with the help of your sister, you ran away during the full moon to visit Haldir in Caras Galadhon, and even though this is supposed to be your most fertile period and you make at least two attempt per night his seed still hasn't taken root in your womb. You are sure, since it is known that Elf women are able to perceive a pregnancy as soon as it begins, the first tiny sparkle of life inside them making itself known not by voice or movement, but with a peculiar sensation that nothing else in Arda can compare with; a new entity making itself known to the world, too small and young to have a gender and an appearance and a personality, but that exists... and that would be enough to change your life forever.

You and your beloved are waiting for it; dreaming it; praying for it, even, although until now your efforts have been in vain. Laying with Haldir is lovely, passionate and sweet, and you would be more than happy to keep doing it every single night until the end of the world; to share his bed has allowed the two of you to reach a new level of intimacy, to experience each other as you had never done before. It is not that you love Haldir more now that you know the pleasure his body can give yours; you have found a new way to love him, in addition to those you already knew, which is different, and more precious. For him, you know, it is the same; he awaits your visits with trepidation, already happy and excited and looking forward for when you will be unclothed, in his arms, and moaning with his flesh in yours, but you know that he would be equally satisfied if you spent those nights walking in the woods, or sitting in front of the fire talking and exchanging stories.

You would never say that for more than a year you have wasted your time, especially since these are the only moments you are able to spend together, and you miss your beloved so much; but still... why haven't you gotten pregnant already?

*****

You sigh, happy and satisfied, as you turn on your back, sharing a smile with Haldir, panting by your side. "It was... it was absolutely..." you begin, but the words fail you, because even after a whole year, you cannot describe exactly how you feel, how he makes you feel, the joy and the pleasure you experience and that you know no one else could ever give you, because no one is like him, no one is him, and you are blessed to have met him, and earned his love.

"It was." Haldir agrees, as he once more takes you in his arms to hold you close; he kisses your brow "And it always will be, I promise."

You should leave soon, since you need to be at home before your parents awake and notice you are gone -and unfortunately your father is the earliest riser you know!- and you both know it, but you don't move, your cheek resting on Haldir's chest as his fingers gently run through your hair. You don't need to be as close as the two of you are to know the same thought is filling both of your minds, the same thought that has tormented you for a whole year now...

"Do you feel... something?" Haldir hesitantly asks in the end, and you sigh; he doesn't blame you, and the guilt and the disappointment weighting on your heart are probably even worse than what he feels, but still, in that moment, despite all the joy and the pleasure still warming your body, you feel so ashamed you cannot even look him in the eyes. You don't know exactly what you are waiting for since you have never been pregnant before, how it will feel to know that you have conceived, but of one thing you are sure: that right now, satisfied and happy and aching in the most pleasant way as you are, you feel exactly as before, exactly as you did at the end of the previous twelve attempts: empty.

You have failed. Again.

A sob escapes your lips, a sob that Haldir is too close not to hear, but you still try to hide your face against his shoulder. "I am sorry. Haldir, forgive me, I don't know what I am doing wrong..."

"No, no... It is not..."

"I started drinking a tea that is supposed to render a maiden more fertile, it tastes disgusting but I drink it every day, I swear, I don't know what else..."

There is no accusation or resentment in your beloved's bright blue eyes, only understanding and sadness, and that is enough to make you feel the worst Elf on Arda, undeserving of his love, undeserving of the joy of motherhood.

"Maybe the fault is mine." Haldir whispers in the end, his hand on your cheek "I know these things require time, and we have only one night every moon cycle to try, but if I were able to... if I had to rest less... maybe three times is not enough..."

"My darling, you have to rise at dawn to go on patrol; you need rest. What we do cannot hinder your duties as marchwarden."

"I know, I know..."

He looks so dejected, so guilty and disheartened, that you find yourself forgetting your sadness to try and alleviate his.

"Listen to me; we have no reason to feel guilty, since we are doing everything we can; as you said, it takes time to conceive a child, and we cannot let disappointment and bitterness make us forget how lucky we are. We love each other, and we are together, albeit just for a few hours; just for that, I am grateful."

"If we had a child, though, we could be together without having to hide." Haldir points out; but then he smiles "But you are right; we will keep trying for as long as we need to, and in the meantime we will enjoy the time we can spend together. I cannot wait to give you a child, to raise a family together... but I just need to be with you, and to know that you are mine, to be happy."

"I am, Haldir; and I always will be, I promise."

In the end you are forced to leave your beloved's bed and get dressed; Haldir needs all the rest he can get, but as always he rises with you to walk you to the gate. You don't talk as you leave the talan behind you, your hand in his, the quiet murmuring of the night holding you in a gentle embrace. You love moments like this, when words are not needed, a simple moment is a treasure, and every little gesture speaks about you. You would stay here for hours, just enjoying your beloved's company and the beauty of the night, but the full moon has already started his descend towards the horizon: it is time to go.

Rúmil and Orophin look at you expectantly as you reach the gate, but they are quick to pretend to be otherwise occupied when they notice the lack of joy and relief on your faces. You smile, and

"We will try once more." you tell them, as Haldir kisses your temple.

"We will try for as long as we need to."

You and your beloved say your goodbyes with a long hug, and a last kiss. "Be safe." he tells you, and you nod, too busy committing his face, his scent, the feel of his arms around you, to memory, to talk. A minute later you have passed the gate, alone once more but not lonely, disappointed but not sad; you had a night with him, and you will have another on the next full moon, and that is enough.

You wave your hand in farewell, and he responds in kind, before stepping away and letting the darkness of the night surround you.

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