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geeks-universe · 2 years

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Hiiii I just want to say I love your writing!!

I was wondering if you could do Elrond X reader (soft/comfort) when he asks her to marry him? Or maybe their wedding?

If not that’s okay but Thank you so much☺️☺️

Did I just spend a bunch of time researching Elvish marriages? Bet your ass I did.

Rings of Power Elrond x Reader

When Elrond visited Durin, he had a habit of bringing you along.

At first, it was because he wanted his best friend to meet you. Since then, both Disa and Durin had insisted on you returning.

The insistence only grew worse when Elrond told Durin of his intention to marry you. He had never been more certain of anything in his life, yet he was also terrified. Confiding in Durin was the only way he could keep his sanity.

His friend, though, was having difficulty keeping it a secret from you.

Elrond shot him a glare over your bowed head, hoping he understood the message. The dwarf’s wide eyes, and a swift kick from Disa, told him he very much did.

“Elrond has told us you may be traveling west soon?” Disa prompted kindly, the smile on her face the picture of innocence. Had you not had the sharp instincts you did, you may not have even realized she’d physically admonished her husband.

For why, you couldn’t quite understand. Obviously, though, there was an unspoken conversation between the rest of the dinner occupants.

“Just a routine survey of the lands,” you supplied, taking a small sip of the Dwarvish wine. “I suspect nothing of consequence to come of it.”

Durin hummed thoughtfully, using his fork to push at the contents of his plate. He looked upset, but also unnerved. Curiously, you turned your gaze to Elrond, who was sat beside you.

The normal steadfast smile on his lips had been replaced with a grim expression, his stare on the table in front of him. Gently, and concealed from the wandering eyes of your favorite friends, you rested your hand on Elrond’s thigh.

He startled, the sharp intake of his breath breaking the silence that had permeated the air.

“Are you alright?” Durin asked, narrowing his eyes at his Elvish friend.

“Quite,” Elrond replied, voice an octave too high.

He not-so-subtly shot you a questioning gaze, full of intensity and heat. You replied by slipping your hand into his, and rested it back on his lap. Heat rushed to his cheeks, turning them a brilliant red. You resisted the urge to trace the path with your thumb, hardly remembering you had an audience.

At least, until Durin spoke once more.

“I thought elves didn’t blush?” He teased, laughter lacing his tone.

“Might I be excused for a moment,” Elrond responds breathily. “(Y/N) as well.”

Disa resisted the slightly inappropriate quip she wanted to respond with, instead gesturing towards the door, where they might find some extra privacy. Elrond practically dragged you with him, bringing you both to just outside the lovely home of Disa and Durin.

“I had hoped to do this in a slightly more private setting,” Elrond admitted, gazing deep in your eyes.

Your breath caught as you tried to make sense of what he was saying.

He had been your best friend for many, many years, and while you certainly felt an affection greater than friendship, you had never tried to push those boundaries save a few gentle touches.

“I wish to-”

He stopped short, dropping his head in his hands. You’d never seen him so distressed before.

“Elrond,” you whispered, placing your hand beneath his jaw, and forcing his gaze back to you.

He breathed in deeply, his eyes so full of emotion.

“You are my truest friend, and my most loyal companion. You can tell me anything.”

He opened his mouth to speak, yet no words came out.

His stare searched your face, and finally:

“You are a marvel,” he admitted. “I find myself drawn to your presence, to your light.”

He moved his hand slowly, pausing, but encouraged by the barest smile that overtook your features. Then, he traced his thumb down the apple of your cheek, and then your jaw.

“I will never feel so deeply for another, as I feel for you.”

His words were a whisper, barely audible above the distant cheeriness of the Dwarven kingdom. The world disappeared, swallowed whole by the moment you’ve waited lifetimes for.

“I wish to marry you, to spend an eternity loving you, as I have since the moment I first laid eyes upon you.”

Tears were in your eyes, had been for some time, and had begun to fall. The thumping of your heart had slowed. With Elrond, you felt comfortable. He was your home, and you could not find it in yourself to feel anything but love in his presence.

“Then let us marry,” you pressed forward, your forehead connecting to his. “For I have loved you just as long.”

He smiled, a smile so wide and bright you were sure it could be seen from the very edges of the world. Unable to contain his excitement, he had swept you off your feet and swung you around, laughing deep from his belly as he did so.

You giggled, settling down against him when he placed you back on your feet.

Unbeknownst to you and Elrond, though definitely suspected by the latter, Disa and Durin were watching.

“So sweet,” Disa commented, leaning back into Durin’s embrace as she did so.

He happily held her close, grinning proudly at his friend. The moment was perfect. At least, until Durin spoke.

“Maybe I should skip the wedding, call it even?”

#elrond x reader #elrond x y/n #elrond x you #elrond imagine #rop imagine #rop x reader #lotr imagine #lotr x reader #did you know that elves equate sex to marriage?#because that's what i just read and i was taken by surprise

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lady-raidia · 5 months

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Hi my fellow german ♡

If you're up to, I'd love to request a Gil-Galad x reader writing (: I'm so sad that there is still not much out there. Something fluffy like love at first sight or first kiss (or both haha)

Thank you so much in advance!♡

Hey there! 💗 I am so sorry that you had to wait such a long time for me to respond! :( I was suffering from a writers block and I couldn't write anything for months :'( But I am back and I am trying to catch up! I hope that you enjoy this One-Shot (or maybe two shot hehe) even though it ended up a little bit shorter than I wanted to. But I will try to write a part 2 for this one, so we can have more Gil-Galad content hehe. Again, I am so sorry that you had to wait for such a long time! And I am sorry if my english sounds weird in the story :o But please enjoy! 💗💗

FOREST HEART - GIL-GALAD IMAGINE

Pairing: Gil-Galad x Reader

Summary: You are an old friend of Galadriel and visit her in Lindon, where you wander off into the forest. You just wanted to enjoy the nature but you found a hidden treasure that will change your life.

Warnings: None, just some Gil, snobby language and bad english.

Request Here / Masterlist

Nestled amidst ancient trees and shimmering waters, you have lived a life full of peace and harmony. You had chosen this life, far from Lindon, to escape the gossip and side-eyes you would get when passing by other elves who knew you were not like them. Your father was an elf, but your mother was of the race of men. She was the most beautiful woman you have ever seen but the fragility of a mortal life took her away from you. After her passing, your father followed her into death, since his heart couldn't bear the grief and loss it had suffered.

You grew up in a small cottage close to Lindon, the place your mother and her mother were born and raised. It was your sanctuary, your haven, and as a child, you thought Valinor must have looked exactly like your home. Even after your parents passed away you stayed at that small cottage to care for the garden your mother cherished so much.

Even though you lived your life far from others, you still had close friends you have known since childhood. One of them was Galadriel and you would refer to her as your best friend. You held her dear in your heart and even though you hadn't seen each other for centuries, you regularly wrote letters to each other. You would usually write about how your garden is growing and that the birds are nesting again, while Galadriel would entertain you with the adventures she had been on. (If you can call it an adventure. She is trying to hunt down orcs to find Sauron and with each letter you get from her it becomes apparent that she is slowly losing her mind. You are worried for your friend because she seems too fixated on Sauron being still alive.)

A couple of days ago you received an invitation to Lindon to celebrate Galadriel and her troop for „freeing the world of all evil“. You were happy to hear that her efforts to hunt down every orc are finally being acknowledged! And you wouldn’t be her friend if you wouldn’t tend that celebrations! So with a mix of excitement, worries and nostalgia you went on the journey towards Lindon.

When you arrived, Galadriel greeted you with open arms and a radiant smile on her face! It must have been decades the last time you have seen each other. But before you could talk about old memories and laugh about the shenanigans you did when you were children, she introduced you to Elrond, the herald of the High King. He offered to guide you around since Galadriel had business to do and while he was giving you a small history lesson that wasn’t really anticipating, he also warned you to not get too deep into the forest. For someone who doesn’t know the woods very well it is easy to get lost in them. And the last thing Elrond wants is to lose you and having Galadriel yelling at him for not paying attention. You had to promise to not go on your own and to always stay in the city. And you really wanted to keep that promise. You really did.

The days before the celebration you tried to spend as much time with Galadriel as possible. But she still had some duties she had to attend to, so she would usually leave you alone in the evening. It is your third evening here in Lindon and you already wish to be back at your small cottage. Elves aren’t a noisy folk but still it seemed like their voices were yelling at you. All the people, the talking, the faint music in the distance - you weren’t used to it, so for that moment it was just too much for you. You needed a moment of silence and since you arrived in Lindon it seemed like the trees were talking to you. You remembered the promise you’ve made and said to yourself that you would only walk for a bit - not too far off, so you can easily find a way back. Also, you have the senses of an elf, so nothing could go wrong.

With a sense of childlike wonder, you ventured off the path that was before you and headed straight into the woods. The forest with its towering trees, vibrant flowers and singing birds, mesmerized you and you have totally forgotten the words of Elrond. With each step you take, you get further away from the city but closer to the calmness of your soul.

Lost in the magic of the moment, you failed to notice the sun slowly going down and being replaced by a soft darkness.

„Beautiful isn’t it?“ Suddenly, a voice broke through the silence of the trees, dragging you back to reality. Startled, you turned to find a men standing in front of you with a gentle smile on his face. His presence was both mysterious and comforting. You have seen his face before, many years ago, but you can’t remember who he was. Maybe a friend of your father?

„Indeed. While the soil here might look like any other forest, it is made of hope and wishes from those who have walked here before us." You spoke softly while maintaining your gaze on the man in front of you.

He came a few steps closer to you with a light smile on his face. „It has been a long time since someone recognized Lindon's beauty. Too many became used to its sight and stopped wondering what miracles it might hold.“ You listened carefully to his words and nodded „But it seems you are not from Lindon. Lost, perhaps?“

„Galadriel is a friend of mine, and I am not lost. My feet tend to carry me places where my heart wants to go but my thoughts are too afraid of.“ The man before opened his mouth to share his thoughts with you but was interrupted by the voice of Galadriel who came running towards you.

„Y/N you shouldn’t be here!“ She looked at you and then made eye contact with the dark-haired elf in front of you. „I apologize! Y/N is a visitor and a friend of mine, my king.“ You nearly tripped over a root when you heard your friend address that man as „my king“. The reason his face was so familiar is because he is the High King of the Noldor, Gil-Galad.

Galadriel drags you away from him before you have a chance to speak, scolding you for being so careless. You apologized to her several times and felt that by not addressing him by his title, you had offended the king. In fact, he felt no offense at all. The thought of your conversation still lingered in his mind as he watched you and Galadriel walk away. Whenever his shoulders are unable to bear the weight of the crown, he retreats into the forest to enjoy the silence. Usually, the elves of Lindon don’t go that far into the woods so he can be on his own. But today, you were carried deeper into the woods by your own feet without a care in the world. For a while, Gil-Galad watched you admire the flowers and trees while the last light of the setting sun was reflected in your eyes. He was in awe and for the first time in his long life, he didn’t have the courage to speak. But when darkness slowly reached out, he talked to you and he was immediately enchanted by your voice and words. He always thought that he had lost his heart in the woods but it seemed that you found it. Now it is up to you if you want to claim it for yourself.

To be continued 💗

@fenharel-enaste @starlady66 (I am back, I hope it is okay I tagged you guys again! :) )

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ivfrankenstein · 1 year

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got power over me;

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Halbrand/Sauron x fem!reader 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘:

“It's not an enviable fate they've given you. There’s s no mercy in tying you to me.” “It was you, not them, who did the tying. Wasn't it you who named me that precious word — lover? Aren't we bound by the same ties?”

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: maia!reader, angst/fluff here, guess it’s star-crossed lovers trope 𝐚/𝐧: seren — star [in welsh]. gif: @ladyhawke; eng not my 1st language, so be merciful for mistakes, my stars 🫶🏻

𝕹𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖁𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖗 understood the purposes of the One so clearly as Manwë. With Manwë dwelt Varda, Lady of the Stars, and the light of Iluvatar still lived in her face. Melkor feared her more than all others whom Eru made. Back in the days when Melkor's misdeeds began, an idea was sent to Varda to summon a spirit she had created earlier from the Light of the Stars, capable of bringing back those of the good powers who had been seduced by Melkor's darkness.

That light of the combined creation of Manwë and Varda was to reveal the true path to those of Morgoth's devotees who were still capable of seeing it and hesitating.

By the time Serena was descended upon Arda, the Great Enemy had fallen, but his strongest and most loyal servant was still wandering among the living, bringing himself into voluntary exile. Only one and only once did he fall into the despair that led to his repentance. He was called by many names by those who suffered at his hand, but Sauron was his last.

In those relatively early years of Y/N's life, a name Serena bore in Middle–earth, she lived by instinct rather than orders from above, the way she was able to. Left alone to face all the new things, Y/N was just at the stage of exploring the world that was to become her home for centuries when, along with the rest, she faced Mairon. Which is why, when the two met, it was more of an accident than a successful hunt. But that’s a different story from this one.

That one was about how it's not hard to stop a dagger when it's already so close to someone else's chest, and also how it's not hard to be penetrated by another. This story, on the other hand, is about what you have to deal with when trust isn’t your strong suit after all.

“Even if it was me who did the tying, I won't let it be used against me.”

Many days in this wilderness and in this hut overgrown with moss on the outside. No longer than usual, in fact. But apparently too little space, and in its absence, too palpable is the addiction into which he has driven himself and not even noticed.

“Used? W-what do you think it is? The nets I cast to catch you?”

Y/N always deftly handled his temperament — not fervent, but at times so chilling that it scorches better than any fire. But this time Halbrand noticed how her lower lip trembled slightly. He didn't care if it was caused by the anger he'd driven her to, or by resentment. All he wanted was to push her to the level of vulnerability to which he himself had reached, so it would be fair.

“It could become them,” dense shadows ran across his face, dispersed by the warm light of the candles, as he stepped back to curtain the small window. “Have you forgotten what you were created for in the first place?” he looked at Y/N half-turned, just enough to see her reaction, but not enough for her to see his.

Such a typical move of his. Which, in context, is a silent acknowledgement that Sauron is almost defeated, and it touches those deep strings of Y/N's heart that make her cheeks blush. It was obvious that she shared this defeat with him, though to his eyes it remained hidden.

“You don't think they're proud of what you've accomplished in this, do you?” he taunted Y/N on purpose, outwardly mocking the way she had missed, failed, and fallen, keeping quiet that it was actually him who did all of this. With an impenetrable grin on his face, Halbrand feared that Y\N would seriously back down, obey his deceptive speeches or voice of reason, or anything else that would raise doubts in her faith in him.

He was seeking devotion, and that devotion was a treasure she would not give him so easily.

“Take off your cynical mask when it's me you're talking to.” Y/N said sternly and rose from her seat, “You wanted me to call you Halbrand,” she took a step toward him, keeping his provocative gaze on her, “so deign not to treat me as if it were Melkor's right hand that appeared before me.”

“But it is.” Halbrand was gloomy, like an enraged sky before the onset of a rainstorm, and it was almost like he physically exhaled the flames he was diligently extinguishing somewhere in the depths.

Yet, Y/N kept walking forward, “No, not anymore,” her palm reached his chest and he shuddered, “You were created like Mairon, and there wasn't a single trace on you of what torments you now,” she could feel how his heart pounded out of his ribcage through the thin fabric of his tunic, “The traces will go away if you let them.” She stared at the throbbing vein on Halbrand's neck for a long moment, then looked up at him, “Is it possible for you to let them?”

Her lips were in such a pleasant, pampering closeness and it made him so angry. It was a desire... something, in this mortal form, that Halbrand had to get used to for quite a while. He ran his hand across Y/N cheekbone the way it was the blade of a knife, not his finger.

“If all this turns out to be the intention they put in you, my Serena, just to punish me..” he grabbed her neat face, “It'd better not be, because I'm going to be dead pissed.”

Y\N only laughed at it, “You should know me better than that.” she found his hand, only briefly averting her gaze from his eyes fixed on her, and wove their fingers together, “But instead, you choose to be blind.”

Whether it was the sweetness inherent in a woman's nature or the the prodding effect of Maiar, Halbrand, yet, wanted to believe that this was how love was functioning. He had only basic notions of this curse, but even that was enough for him to classify himself as one of these poor doomed men as well. This weakness, seeping into him like poison, urged him to give in, to give more than he had, to the one he had chosen (or not chosen), but wanted to keep near him either way.

He was holding Y/N by the chin when, for the first time, the crystals of tears gathered at the border of her fluttering lashes became obvious to him. Her soul languished in oppressive anticipation for at least a word, his word, to be spoken.

“I will spend entire years needing you if you ever abandon me.” he said in a low voice, “Will your love be enough not to condemn me to such a fate?”

Y\N gently moved her palm to Halbrand's neck, and softly drew him to her until their foreheads touched. To her relief, he followed easily. “I don't know what our fate is, Hal,” his breath was warm on her, and it reminded her that this was reality, a peaceful one, not that which she was accustomed to in all her chilling visions, “Is yours enough to keep us both from getting there?”

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shady-swan-jones · 2 months

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- you would make me a tyrant

- i would make you a queen

Concept art by Julien Gauthier

#rings of power #haladriel #if that's not romantic I'm eating my hat #lord of the rings #rop #it's not real we're in his mind and he's showing her a future as he HOPES it will be #the best thing about this is not just the togetherness but that we're seeing how HALBRAND imagines them together as king and queen #if anyone tries to say it wasn't romantic I'm showing them these EXTREMELY COUPLY CANON concept artworks #Tolkien #galadriel #rop spoilers #saurondiel #sauron

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silvergeek · 2 years

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Just shut up.

I'm trying to fantasize.

Credit: grinxer via Instagram

#lotr on prime #lotr imagine #lotr rings of power #lotr #lord of the rings #the rings of power #rings of power #rop #trop #Sauron #Halbrand #galadriel #gil galad #arondir #elrond #durin #tolkien #hobbit

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fistfuloflightning · 6 months

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Gil-galad | star of radiance

rough sketch for Day 5: Gil-galad for @nolofinweanweek

#ever since I read him having silver hair in the Nature of Middle earth I haven’t been able to imagine him otherwise #(also some unaddressed trauma from the RoP gil galad 🥺)#nolofinweanweek #nolofinweanweek2023 #the silmarillion #gil galad #aeglos #if I had more time I’d clean this up #actually I might just do that #later #my art #tolkien art

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elladanns · 1 year

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he has to know what he's doing at this point

like sir what the fuck

#he did it for us #robert aramayo #rings of power #the rings of power #elrond #lord of the rings rings of power #elrond imagines #rop elrond #young elrond #elrond x reader

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wordbunch · 1 year

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Elrond getting jealous

a/n: whoever requested something among the lines of “Elrond getting jealous over reader who spends time with Halbrand”... i’m sending you a thousand kisses. 💋 I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it, and do let me know! 🥰 also please consider reblogging if you liked it, it means a lot 💖💖💖

(+ warning: if you squint, it gets the tiniest bit steamy at the very end!)

you were in Eregion with Elrond and very happy about the fact that you get to spend that extra time with your lover

sure, you were both busy, but just being able to see each other, fall asleep and wake up together daily was something you cherished amid the daily chaos

you settled into a nice routine, which got interrupted in a very surprising way: Galadriel came back, after having gone to the Undying Lands (or, well, not actually going), and she brought a strange man with her

he seemed to be badly injured, and it made you wonder how come a man had managed to endure a few days long journey with an injury like that, but you let it go

however he did intrigue you a little bit, since you very rarely came in contact with humans, and there was a strange energy about him

Galadriel herself actually asked you to check up on him every now and then because she trusts you, so you fulfilled her request and gradually started talking a bit to Halbrand

purely out of curiosity, you wouldn’t dream of going behind Elrond’s back in any way

however, the elf misunderstood your interest for affection

one evening you just walked by the room that Halbrand was in and cast a quick glance to check whether he was alive (seemed like he was), and you were planning to join Elrond for a relaxing evening in bed, but you ran into an old friend of yours and ended up talking for a little longer than intended

all the while, Elrond was in your shared bedroom and his mind was swarming with concerns about why you still hadn’t joined him

he trusts you with all his heart, don’t ever doubt that, but he was certainly feeling iffy about the human newcomer and he wasn’t sure he particularly liked him, he just wasn’t able to pinpoint why

when you finally walked in, feeling extremely bad at losing track of time, your heart cracked a bit when you saw your beloved lying down, curled up with his back turned towards you; he was debating whether to confront you about it because he HATED any type of conflict with you

you almost gasped when you heard a quiet, yet unmistakably bitter “your new human friend seems to be occupying an awful lot of your time lately”

you all but threw yourself on the bed next to Elrond and grabbed both his hands in yours, but you noticed instantaneously that he didn’t intertwine your fingers together, which he almost always did

“He is not my friend” you replied with determination, but Elrond remained silent

“and I am terribly sorry for making you wait tonight, my love. I ran into Nimel on my way to you and they got so carried away talking about how they journeyed to Lórien recently and I had not the heart to interrupt…”

you thought you saw a tiny smile curving on your lover’s lips: he knew you were too kind to rudely interrupt somebody who was just being sociable

“now wait just a moment… my evening star, are you jealous?” you held back a smile of your own

Elrond was rarely jealous, so you weren’t used to seeing that side of him

“I do not have the faintest idea why you might think so, darling”

okay, he tried to play it off but he absolutely failed

“you know i can see it in your eyes when you are being dishonest”

he sighed deeply, and eventually entwined his fingers with yours, pressed a kiss to your knuckles and finally held your gaze

“perhaps I was jealous… just very, very little” the elf admitted sheepishly, feeling the tips of his ears get warmer

now you were hovering over him, finding amusement in the situation, rather than getting upset

“whatever for?” you purred, leaning closer into his face and brushing your nose against his, his greyish-blue eyes almost fluttering closed at the sensation

“you are the most perfect partner and lover in all of Middle-earth, my beloved,” your voice dropped low as you brought your lips closer to his, almost to brush against them. almost.

“not even in my wildest dreams would I think of choosing another over you. especially not some odd little man,” you chuckled, the noise resonating within your chest which was now pressed flush against Elrond’s

his hands had found their way to your hips, holding onto you as if you were about to vanish (you most definitely were not) and he expertly maneuvered the two of you so that now he was the one hovering above you and your cheeks were heating up at an alarming rate as you looked up at him with sparkling eyes

and there was a glint of mischief in his

he kissed you hungrily and you instinctively entangled your fingers in his soft hair, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest; he had your arms pinned on the bed with one hand, and his other hand was trailing down your torso

when you, sadly, had to pull back for air, his lips traveled down to your neck, and between open-mouthed kisses he muttered “then let us make sure that i am the most perfect lover you could ask for, dearest

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geeks-universe · 2 years

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The Wizard and the Elf. (Rings of Power Elrond x Reader)

“I think you should rest.”

It was the first words Elrond had dared to utter since your journey began less than a day ago. Two horses of the highest breed had been gifted to aid the both of you on your quest, but even they had grown tired.

What he said was true, but even so, you continued on for nearly an hour before you agreed to it.

The sun had long since sank beneath the horizon, and you figured there were only a few short hours before it rose once more. Exhaustion would do you no good, though. Even a couple of hours could make a difference in your abilities.

“We’ll camp here for the remainder of the night, and begin once more at first light.”

Elrond offered you a gentle smile as he dismounted.

Since he’d met you, he’d been irrevocably drawn to you. The High King wasn’t particularly pleased to grant him his request of escorting you south, but he had relented at the sheer desperation in his eyes.

Perhaps, Elrond was a bit too much of a romantic. He had felt lonely, he must admit, ever since he’d rekindled his friendship with Durin. Love wasn’t something he’d felt in a romantic sense, but the closer he grew to you, the more he felt it.

The camp you both constructed was nothing more than a blanket you’d laid down and the few bags you packed.

Elrond would watch over you, and ensure nothing happened while you got what little rest you could. If you were to venture south, then you would need to bide your strength.

“Thank you,” you finally said, the chill of the air just bordering on what could be conceived as cold. You were thankful for it, as a fire wasn’t something you could risk while you traveled.

“I require no expression of gratitude,” Elrond assured you, placing his bow on the ground beside him, but still within reach should he need it. He took a seat across from you, watching closely as you adjusted the blanket.

“I’m grateful for your company.” You admitted, resting your head on your arm as you laid on your side.

It was obviously uncomfortable, and for a few moments, you struggled to find a suitable position. The small laugh Elrond felt grow in his chest was dissuaded by his smile.

“If I may...”

Elrond didn’t state what he wanted to do, but you trusted him enough to reply anyways.

“If it’s something that will make this remotely comfortable, I beg you to.”

He released the laugh he was holding in, repositioning himself so that he was beside you, instead of across from you. He paused, a peculiar shyness stunting his words.

You didn’t need them anyways.

You carefully laid your head in his lap, your hand resting on his thigh beside it. The contact sparked something deep in his chest, and he couldn’t resist brushing your hair from your face.

“Goodnight, Elrond.”

Your eyes had fallen shut, and you were asleep not a moment later. He stared down at where you lay, like an angel sent from the heavens themselves. His heart beat rapidly in his chest, and he continued to run his fingers through your hair.

For a moment, you looked so content and at peace, so different than the guarded expressions you normally wore. Heavy was your burden, but you could shed it for a moment while in his arms.

Warmth spread from inside of him, and he had the most peculiar urge to press his lips to your forehead. He decided that might be a bit too forward for the moment, but allowed himself to ponder that idea anyways.

Soon enough, sunrise would come, and you would part from him. It was a sad thought, soothed only by the hope that you might allow him to hold you like this again.

#elrond x reader #elrond x y/n #elrond x you #elrond imagine #lotr imagine #rop imagine #lotr x reader

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thewulf · 4 days

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Together || Aragorn

Summary: Request - So I'd also thought of something with Aragorn where the reader is also an ranger and the group meets her someday on their journey to Mordor as she takes him down unexpectedly as she thinks they're enemies, so she lands on top of him with a sword on his neck and in that moment he falls for her immediately... Read Rest Here

A/N: Okay had a blast writing this one. Happy birthday anon, hope you enjoy it :)

Pairing: Aragorn x Reader

Word Count: 4.1k +

TW: Violence, orc violence, poison, death, blood, crying, angst, lotr warnings

Under the canopy of ancient oaks, the dense forest of Eriador hums with the life of creatures both small and menacing. Among them you move silently, cloaked in the hues of earth and leaf. As a ranger of great skill your keen eyes scan the underbrush for signs of your quarry. For days you have been on the trail of a band of orcs. Their clumsy passage through the woods an affront to the quiet sanctity of nature. With every soft step your hand rests near the hilt of your sword. Your long-time trusted companion in the ever-lonely wilds.

As the sun begins its descent, casting long shadows through the trees, your pursuit leads you to a clearing where the tracks are fresher. Much more hurried. Crouched behind a bush your eyes narrow upon the sight of figures crossing the distance. It was a mixed company, not of orcs, but of men, an elf, a dwarf, and others you cannot readily identify from your hidden vantage.

Driven by a mix of caution and curiosity you watch them, your mind racing with possibilities. Could these travelers be allied with your foes? Perhaps orchestrating the movements of the orcs for darker purposes? The presence of such diverse races together is unusual, but in these troubled times alliances are formed in desperation.

Deciding that the risk of letting potential enemies pass is too great you prepare an ambush. As the group nears you leap from your cover, swift as a shadow at dusk. Your target was the tall, commanding man at the forefront. Before he could react you tackled him to the ground with your sword at his throat. The shock in his eyes mirrors your own fierce determination. You’d managed to take the entire group by surprise.

"Who are you and why do you travel with such company through these woods?" you demand. Your voice a low whisper against the rustling leaves.

Before the man can reply, a powerful voice booms from behind you, "Peace, Y/N! Lower your weapon. These are friends, not foes!" Your eyes crinkle in confusion with your name that you kept so well hidden spoken so freely.

You turn slightly with your blade still pressed to the man’s throat to see an elderly man with a staff. He was dressed in a long grey cloak. His eyes twinkle with a mix of amusement and stern rebuke. He extends a hand in peace, "Forgive the suddenness of our meeting. I am Gandalf, Gandalf the Grey. You have nothing to fear from us my dear child."

"How do you know my name?" you snap as the tension raised in your voice. Few knew of your existence as you preferred the solitude of the forest to the company of towns and taverns.

"It is my business to know much that goes on in this world. Especially when it concerns those who could alter its course," Gandalf answers with a calm that seems to weave peace through the air itself leaving you rather confused by his words. Wizards, you could never understand them with their riddles.

With a frown you turn back to disheveled man sneering at him, “Tell your elf to lower his bow and then we can talk.” You pressed the blade into his neck further careful not to draw blood but to show you meant business at the same time.

The man nodded, “Legolas, please.”

The elf in the group with his bow still pointed in your direction now lowers it and steps forward. “We mean no harm to you or your lands. We seek only passage and perhaps some aid. This quest carries great weight." The elf called Legolas spoke right to you.

His words seemed sincere. They carry a sense of shared purpose. While you're still on edge the immediate threat of the group seems to wane. You slowly stand, sheathing your sword with reluctance. The man you had pinned—Aragorn, as Gandalf introduced him—rises, brushing off his cloak, his gaze never leaving yours. A mix of embarrassment and admiration passes between you.

Gandalf steps forward trying to smooth over the tension. "Aragorn leads us on a quest of great importance," he explains. "And from what I see your skills could aid us greatly. What say you, Y/N? Will you join the Fellowship and lend us your strength?"

You hesitate as your duty to your own lands weighing heavily on you. "I cannot abandon my watch. The darkness grows and my lands need protecting."

Aragorn steps forward. His expression earnest. "I understand your duty for I too am sworn to protect the lands of men in the north. But this quest... if we succeed, all lands will be safer, including yours. We need your strength and skill. I ask you not for my sake but for all our sakes."

Looking from Aragorn to Gandalf and Legolas, you're torn. The sincerity in Aragorn's eyes is compelling and there's a resolve there that speaks of his immediate respect and admiration for you. After a long pause, you nod slowly. "For the greater good, then. I will join you. But we must ensure my lands are safeguarded in my absence." It was no easy choice but even you knew you could hardly handle the orcs now… if it got worse there would be no land for you to protect.

"Agreed," Aragorn replies with a smile, a small, knowing curve of his lips. "Together we will protect all our homes. Walk with me and I will explain this further.” And so, you did.

As you walked alongside Aragorn away from the ears of the others except maybe Legolas, his voice takes on a solemn tone. He speaks of a great burden and a journey that began long ago in the quiet shire of the Hobbits.

“A darkness grows in the East under the shadow of Mordor, where the Dark Lord Sauron forges his malice into a single form,” Aragorn begins. “A ring, one of power and despair, lost for ages has resurfaced. It was found by the most unlikely of creatures—a Hobbit named Bilbo Baggins.”

He tells you how the wizard Gandalf uncovered the truth of this simple golden band. It is the One Ring, through which Sauron can conquer all of middle earth. But it is also his one point of vulnerability.

“The Ring must be destroyed,” Aragorn continues, “and that can only be done in the fires of Mount Doom where it was forged.” His gaze meets yours, impressing upon you the gravity of their task. “A Fellowship has been formed. A company sworn to protect Frodo on this perilous path. For without the Ring’s destruction… darkness will consume our lands, leaving no corner of the world untouched by its ruin.”

He pauses allowing the weight of his words to sink in. “This is our quest to see the end of the Ring and the fall of Sauron. And now you are part of this story, part of our hope. For alone we cannot stand, but together we might prevail.”

The immensity of Aragorn's tale seems to echo through the silence around you. As the responsibility and peril of what lies ahead sinks into your heart. "This is... more than I expected," you confess. Your voice betraying a mix of awe and trepidation. Shadows have been a common adversary in your solitary ranger life but the thought of a single ring holding the fate of all life in middle earth is overwhelming in the worst way.

Aragorn watches you with eyes that have seen the weight of the world but still hold a glimmer of hope. "It is a lot to take in," he acknowledges with his voice a steady presence amidst your inner turmoil. "But remember every meaningful journey begins with a single step. We do not choose the times we live in only how we meet them."

His words meant to comfort kindle a spark of resolve within you. "Then we walk this path together," you say finding strength in his unwavering resolve. "I've fought to keep darkness at bay from my corner of the world. Now it seems I shall extend my watch over the wider lands of middle earth."

Aragorn's eyes soften and a smile plays at the corner of his mouth, a rare break from his stoic mask. "With your help I believe we stand a chance. Let us go forward with hope in our hearts and a steadfast will," he says with a firm belief underpinning his words.

As you start to walk back towards the Fellowship Aragorn's tone lightens once more and he casts you a mischievous glance. "And I must say, for someone so adept at navigating these wild lands your skill at catching us unaware is remarkable," he jests. A playful note in his voice. "Even the elf’s keen eyes did not see you coming, which, I assure you, will be a source of friendly jest for many years to come."

The tension that held you moments before unravels into laughter. The absurdity of the situation finally coming forward. "I'll remember to tread lightly next time—or perhaps not," you respond with a chuckle.

From a distance, Legolas, whose elven senses miss little, looks up from his conversation with Gimli. He casts a mockingly indignant glance toward Aragorn. His eyes speaking silent volumes of an 'I heard that.' His feigned glare dissolves into a smile. Acknowledging the jest with the grace and good humor characteristic of the Woodland Prince.

The shared laughter and Legolas' playful acknowledgment bridge the space between you helped to weave the Fellowship closer together in mutual affection. It's a light-hearted interlude, reminding you all that despite the daunting path ahead you are surrounded by companions who will share the burden with unwavering support and moments of joy.

As you all move forward the sun dips below the horizon and the journey of the Fellowship grows richer by one more warrior. In the fading light Aragorn walks beside you, your strides matched. It was a simple silent acknowledgment of the bond beginning to form. Blossoming from the unexpected encounter that could very well shape the fate of all.

The Fellowship continues its perilous journey through Middle earth. The days meld into each other each bringing its own set of challenges and trials. You find your place among these diverse companions. Your skills as a ranger becoming invaluable as you navigate the treacherous terrain. Whether it's finding safe passages through impassable woods or tracking the movements of distant enemies your expertise does not go unnoticed.

Legolas often joins you on scouting missions. His feather light footfalls barely stirring the leaves. Gimli, the dwarf, though gruff, begins sharing tales of the deep mines of Moria with a relish that only grows with your attentive silence. Even Merry and Pippin find ways to lighten your load, often bringing you sweet, wild berries they gather along the way. Aragorn watches all of this with a thoughtful expression often playing across his face. In dangerous moments when shadowy figures loom and the threat of orcs feels ever-present, he stays close. His protectiveness is subtle, a guiding hand at your back, a cautious glance that lingers just a moment too long. You notice the unspoken bond growing stronger with each passing day.

As the journey presses onward Aragorn finds himself increasingly drawn to your strength and resilience. He respects your independence, the way you move through the forest, part of its shadow and light, yet he feels a burgeoning desire to protect you. It’s a feeling that stirs deep within him, unbidden yet persistent.

One bitterly cold night as the Fellowship encamps in a secluded glen your turn at watch finds you shivering against the chill. The fire is but a low glow as its warmth insufficient against the piercing cold. You hug your cloak tighter around your shoulders. You hear the soft approach of footsteps too heavy to be of Legolas.

Aragorn appears by your side his face etched with concern. Without a word he drapes his own, heavier cloak around your shoulders. The warmth from the cloak that was still holding the heat of his body, seeps into your chilled bones.

But you shake your head at his actions. "You'll be too cold," you protest trying to shrug off the cloak back onto him.

Aragorn shakes his head gently pushing the cloak back over your shoulders. "I'm used to the cold. I’m from the north you are not," he insists softly. "Keep it. It's more important that you stay warm."

Gratefully you wrap the cloak tighter around you as Aragorn settles beside you. "Tell me of your lands," he says quietly. His voice inviting you to share more than just the cold night air.

"My home," you begin. Your voice warming as you describe the hidden valleys and towering forests of your land, "is secluded and wild, full of ancient trees that seem to touch the sky. There are streams that sparkle with the clearest water you've ever seen and fields of flowers that bloom so vividly they look like a painter's canvas."

Aragorn listens intently. His eyes reflecting a growing fascination. "And the creatures," you continue, "are as varied as the plants. From the smallest bird to the majestic stags that roam freely… each adds to the life of the forest. It's a place where the world feels untouched, preserved from the scars of battle and time."

As you speak, Aragorn's gaze deepens as if he can see the very landscapes you describe. "It sounds beautiful," he murmurs looking straight at you as you spoke so lovingly of your home, "a land worth protecting."

Encouraged by his interest you lean into him, seeking warmth in more than just his cloak. Aragorn wraps an arm around you making sure to pull you closer. In the shelter of his embrace, the cold feels a world away. The moment feels suspended in time, your breaths mingling, hearts beating a steady rhythm.

Nestled in the safety of Aragorn's arm feels right even if it’s so foreign to you. You stay like that for the remainder of your watch with the warmth of his presence and the cloak combined keeping the night's chill at bay. When dawn paints the sky with hues of pink and gold, you, and Aragorn rise, knowing that while the journey ahead is fraught with peril, the warmth between you will carry you through the darkest times.

As the days stretch and the challenges of your journey with the Fellowship intensify the bond between you and Aragorn deepens with each shared glance and whispered word. The lightness in the air is palpable. Especially when the hobbits, Merry and Pippin, exchange amused looks or giggle softly whenever you and Aragorn share a tender moment.

One cool morning as the camp stirs awake and prepares for the day’s trek, Aragorn approaches you with a shy demeanor that you've come to cherish. In his hand is a small, intricately carved wooden figurine. “I made this for you,” he says presenting it with a modest pride. “It’s a bird from your forest.” The craftsmanship is exquisite. Somehow he captured the spirit of the wilderness you hold dear.

Moved by this thoughtful gesture you examine the figurine closely, the details meticulously rendered. "Thank you, Aragorn. It's beautiful. More beautiful than the bird itself," you say sincerely. At this, a blush creeps across Aragorn’s cheeks. It was a rare sight that makes him seem almost boyish, his usual composed exterior softened by your appreciation. Surprising both him and you, you wrap your arms around him in a quick, heartfelt hug—a rarity for you, as you've never been one to initiate physical touch save for cold nights.

This closeness that has enveloped you both is fortified not just through acts of tenderness but also through the trials that test your resolve. During a perilous trek through a narrow gorge, a sudden crumbling of the path catches Aragorn off-guard. Reacting with the swift instincts of a seasoned ranger you grab his arm and pull him back from the brink of a deadly fall. Eyes locked with a rush of shared relief and unspoken thanks passes between you. "Thank you, Y/N," he breathes out. His hand squeezed yours in a lingering, grateful touch.

This moment cements your mutual reliance and it's not long before it is tested again under more dire circumstances. As the Fellowship faces an overwhelming assault at the gates of an enemy stronghold, the chaos of battle quickly ensues. Amid the clash of steel and shadow you find yourself momentarily overwhelmed. Panic rising in your chest as an orc nearly breaches your guard. In that critical instant Aragorn is there, his presence a calming force. "Stay strong, Y/N. I am here with you," he whispers fiercely. His words cutting through the din of battle making sure to anchor you back to the moment.

Revitalized by his words you fight with renewed vigor, but the battle tests you further. As you engage a formidable orc chieftain his massive blade swings at you with lethal force. You parry, but the strength behind the attack staggers you. Before the orc can strike the final blow, Aragorn intervenes with a desperate shout deflecting the deadly arc just inches from you. Saving your life twice within a matter of a few moments apart. Together you rally, your movements fluid and fierce and with a powerful combination of strikes you bring the towering foe down.

The battle's intensity doesn’t immediately fade, but as it does Aragorn's hand finds your shoulder. His grip was firm and reassuring. His eyes alight with the fire of battle and something deeper meet yours. "With you by my side I believe there is no battle we cannot win," he declares his voice thick with emotion of the battle and nearly losing you. As you and the rest of the Fellowship take a moment to regroup and recover it’s clear that what you and Aragorn share has evolved beyond companionship to something profound. With each step forward towards the dark heart of Mordor your bond strengthens.

As the harsh landscape of Mordor stretches endlessly before you, the air thick with the stench of doom and the ground scarred by countless battles, the Fellowship readies itself for what everyone understands to be the final confrontation. Amid the chaos of preparations and sharpened swords you and Aragorn find a brief respite behind a jutting crag, a momentary shield from the surrounding turmoil.

Aragorn looks at you carefully. His eyes reflecting the storm of emotions raging inside him—hope, fear, determination. “We have come far, haven’t we?” he says softly. Almost lost in the clamor of the encampment.

“Yes, farther than I ever imagined,” you reply feeling the weight of every mile traveled and battle fought in your bones. “And through it all your presence has been my anchor.”

He takes your hand. His touch steady and sure. “And I will remain by your side,” he vows, “through whatever may come. No matter the darkness that lies ahead… we face it together.”

You nod. Your resolve fortified by his words. “Together,” you affirm, squeezing his hand, the word a silent oath between you.

As you both turn to face the battlefield the ominous shadow of Mount Doom looms in the distance. A stark reminder of the task yet unfinished. The air vibrates with the tension of imminent conflict. As the Fellowship lines up ready to engage the enemy forces, the battle begins with a deafening roar.

The clash is brutal. A maelstrom of steel and shadow as both sides pour their fury into each other. Amidst the chaos your focus narrows to the figures around you—Aragorn fighting with the grace and fury of a born leader. His blade a flash of silver in the dim light.

In the middle of it all the ground shakes violently underfoot. A tremor that sends many stumbling. A profound boom rolls across the battlefield echoing from the direction of Mount Doom. The combatants pause, uncertainty halting their movements as all eyes turn towards the source of the disturbance.

As if by a miracle a great light bursts forth from the mountain. A blinding flash that pierces the shadowed sky. The Ring, the source of so much pain and darkness, has been destroyed. You feel a surge of relief so intense it momentarily takes your breath away. Aragorn's face lights up with unrestrained joy as he turns to you, laughter bubbling up from deep within. "They did it! Sam and Frodo did it!" he shouts his laughter mingling with his words. A sound so full of relief and disbelief that it's contagious.

Around you the enemy falters, confusion and fear taking hold as the reality of their defeat sinks in. The forces of darkness begin to retreat, their will broken by the destruction of the Ring. As the battlefield quiets the dawn begins to break casting the first gentle light over a world freed from tyranny. You and Aragorn embrace each of your laughter mixing with tears of joy. The sound a vivid testament to the overwhelming relief of the moment. “We’re really here,” you giggle with utter relief, “it’s truly over!”

Rejoining the Fellowship your laughter continues, shared amongst friends who have become family. Watching the new day unfold the group shares a moment of elation. The shared laughter a release of months of tension and fear. With the shadow of the past dispelled, hope shines anew on the horizon promising a future filled with peace and renewal. Together with Aragorn at your side, you step forward into a world reborn.

As the harsh landscape of Mordor fades into the distance behind you replaced by the rolling hills and lush greenery of Gondor the Fellowship's journey reaches its conclusion in the grand city of Minas Tirith. Here, amidst the grandeur of the White City, the coronation of Aragorn, the rightful king, takes place—a moment of triumph and renewal for all of middle earth.

The first light of dawn paints the spires of Minas Tirith with a golden hue. The city awakens to a day of profound significance. The air is filled with the sounds of celebration; the streets are bustling with citizens and allies from across middle earth all gathered to witness a historic moment. Today Aragorn will be crowned King, an event that promises a new era of peace and prosperity for the realm.

Throughout the city banners flutter in the breeze, their vibrant colors a stark contrast against the white stone of the city. The coronation ceremony itself is nothing short of magnificent, held in the open air where the morning sun casts a regal glow over the assembled crowd. Aragorn stands before them, a figure of strength and hope, his voice resonant as he speaks the oaths of kingship.

After the formalities as the echoes of the last trumpet fade into the cool air, the new King Aragorn is surrounded by well-wishers and dignitaries each eager to pay their respects. But his eyes scan the crowd for only one face – yours. With a smile that speaks of shared secrets and promises kept he excuses himself from the throng and makes his way toward you.

You meet him halfway, your heart swelling with pride and love as you look upon the man who has overcome so much to claim his rightful place. Aragorn’s expression softens when he sees you, all the weight of his new role momentarily forgotten. “There would be no joy in this day if I could not share it with you, my Y/N,” he says. His voice was low, meant for your ears alone. His hands reach out gently cradling your face. “You have been my courage when fear would take me. My light in the darkest of times. And it is my greatest hope that you will stand by my side, not just today, but always, as my queen. Together.”

Your eyes brimming with tears of joy, meet his gaze. All the noise and celebration around you fade into a hushed silence. Overwhelmed by his words your heart answers with a silent nod, affirming your shared future.

Aragorn’s eyes flicker with a mixture of tenderness and passion as he leans in. The world holds its breath as his lips finally meet yours in a kiss that is both a seal of everything past and a promise of everything to come. It is deep and passionate, conveying years of struggle, sorrow, victory, and an unbreakable bond.

As you part with his lips, breathless and flushed, the world comes rushing back. Cheers rise around you as a joyful noise that celebrates not just a king’s coronation but the love and unity that stands as the true foundation of his reign.

Hand in hand you stand by Aragorn as he faces the people of Gondor, now truly his queen in spirit and soon in title. Together you look out over the sea of faces, over a land that, at last, can dream of peace. And in this moment you know that every step, every sacrifice, has led to this perfect beginning.

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ode-to-fury · 2 years

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Funniest thing I’ve heard so far from Rings of Power was that Feanor wasn’t mentioned cause they don’t have the rights.

“We left Valinor.” Really? You just left? Nothing… interesting happened? Nothing at all?

#lol #imagine trying to explain any decision an elf makes in the first and second ages without feanor #or beren and luthien #anti rings of power #anti rop

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mcu-senshi · 10 months

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Elrond Needing Reassurance

You had been married for not even a year, and yes, that is but a blink of an eye for elf but it has been pure bliss. You are the Princess, daughter of the High King Gil-galad and you are accustomed to the busy life of diplomacy and endless education. But, lately you have noticed that you been seeing your husband a bit less than usual. You are certain your father has a greater plan and regardless of being one of the leaders of such a successful and well-regarded kingdom, your father does not tell you everything until he sees fit.

The last few weeks you have traveled more than you have in the few decades and when you returned you noticed your husband a bit off. Elrond, your darling Lord Herald is still as focused and wise as ever and always seen with a scroll in hand, but you noticed something different.

Upon your return you did not see him at the royal gate to meet you. He claimed that he was simply occupied to greet you upon your return. You excused him without a doubt. When you and the council members who traveled were finally settled, you asked him to meet you in your private dining area and he did not show. After a handful of failed attempts you had to scheme in order to ask your husband what was weighing on him. So you had someone send a message to your husband, claiming the request is from the King. Your message was simply that he was to meet the King in the library an hour before sunset to discuss an urgent matter.

You walked into the library well before the scheduled meeting time to ensure Elrond would not see you. And you waiting. Your ever-punctual husband walked into the library and upon seeing you his face lit up, but you saw the slight hint of hesitation in the corner of his eyes before his soft smile graced his face.

“Good evening, my beloved,” you greeted him.

“Good evening my Princess,” he returned as he looked around for the King. “If it is my father you seek, he is not here. And he will not be here as this meeting was but a decoy.”

Elrond gave a slight nod and walked beside you and you headed towards a more secluded area of the library. “My darling, why are we here?” He asked you.

“Well,” you began as you brought your hands together, “I know we are both quite preoccupied, but I have noticed a change in you recently, my Love.”

“I am a bit ashamed, my Princess, I must admit to you,” he began. You were a bit surprised because you wanted to open up a bit more but since he spoke up first you simply listened. “I have felt a bit differently, but I promise you my Love, it was not my intention.”

“My darling husband, have I done or said something to upset you?” You asked as you looked up to him with a bit of worry in your eyes.

“Valar, no, my Love. You have not.” He replied as he took hold of your hands. “Then why do you look at me differently or simply look away at times?” You asked.

“My mind was introduced to the feelings of jealousy, my Starlight, I apologize,” you locked eyes and then that is when his face and shoulders relaxed. “I began to feel jealous when I realized that you traveled with all men and your time with the council mostly with men” You smiled up at him and you realized what had happened. He needed reassurance. He needed to feel a little extra love and attention.

“May I reassure you, my Love?” You asked as you took your hands from his so yours could envelope his. He nodded and took a deep breathe in.

“My sweet Elrond, you are the love of my life and I will do anything to see you smile. While I know that our positions demand so much of us both, you will always be my warmth and my strength. No matter of how much people I must meet, and believe me there are times I wish I simply did not have to meet such egotistical lords and ladies in the name of diplomacy,” and at that you both let out a chuckle. “You are the who I dream about each night we are not physically together. You are the one who I want to wake up to and fall asleep next you every day. I want to wake you up with kisses every morning and I want to fall asleep in your arms each and every night. I could never imagine of a more loving and amazing partner to call my darling husband.” And with that you kissed his hands and then quickly moved to his neck and chin and cheeks and nose and finally you planted quick kisses upon his lips. He wrapped his hands around your waist and your body as close as possible to his and deepened the kiss.

“I apologize for feeling jealous my darling Princess,” he said as he broke the kiss. “But you must understand that I still worry about you being surrounded by such warriors whose legends and towering figures proceed them. I hear of them joking amongst themselves about who could sway you away from your marriage.”

Your eyes widened as you let out a laugh. “My darling sweet husband, I would simply cut the hand off of whichever guard or warrior who dare attempt such a thing.”

#lord elrond x reader #rop elrond #elrond x reader #elrond peredhel #lotr rings of power #lotr elrond #elrond imagine #elrond fanfiction

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silvergeek · 1 year

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When you're the dark lord Sauron, aka "The Abhorred", but you still love kids.

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danger-xylophones · 1 year

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Hi! I think your requests are open but if they're not feel free to delete this <3 I was wondering if you'd maybe write something for Elrond x Glorfindel's daughter (or gn child, whichever u prefer)? As in a kid he had before he died. I honestly think it would be kinda funny if your dad got resurrected and then swore himself to your partner out of obligation to his deceased ancestors without realizing he was dating his kid lmao 😭 could probably also be an angsty plot if that's what u were in the mood for ngl. Again if not no pressure, love you and all your future works regardless!

Yesssss, yessssss,yesssss, I love Glorfindel and Elrond so much omlllllll

And the potential awkwardness???? yesssssssssssssssssss

Warnings (in order of appearance): mentions of children, mentions of death, slight gore, seeing a dead body, death, grief, fainting, pet names, nicknames, reader referred to as 'lady', age gap (everyone’s an elf though so perspective?)

I reference events in ROP but am sticking with Tolkien canon

masterlist | elves

For all the troubles of middle-earth, Imladris is truly a safe haven even though it is so young in the eyes of the realm. The hidden valley is dotted with small cottages nestled amongst the still young waterfalls freshly sprung from the earth. Greenery thrives like flowing blood both dividing and connecting the small dwelling places that have been erected to shelter both scholars and warriors alike. And a few weary travelers as per your love's, Elrond's, wish.

"Once this present darkness which scorns our land has been swept away once more, I wish for our home to be a home to all, meleth nin." He had whispered in your ear one night not long after you'd first arrived in the land now given to him to lord over by the High-King. "A home for not just our kin or our future children," you'd laughed at that - not because it was amusing but because the thought brought a joy so profound you did not know of another way to express it, "the thought amuses you?" You could hear the teasing grin in his voice as he squeezed you closer, nose tucked into the joining place of your jaw and neck.

"No, no, heru nin-" you'd laughed a little more, now at the ticklish feeling of his breath on your neck, "I laugh because I am happy." You hummed, a hand cradling his head - fingers tapping at the silver circlet that now permanently adorned his brow. "I also hope that this place can be home for our children when they arrive." You leaned back into him, delighting in Elrond's ever present warmth.

Elrond squeezed your waist tighter and lifted his face from your neck only to rest his chin on your shoulder so that he could stare out over the valley too. "I wish Durin could have seen this." He whispered, voice so soft it might have been a passing breeze.

You held him a bit tighter, "So do I."

I wish atar could have seen this too...

The two of you fell into solemn silence, feeling the weight of your friend's passing for the first time again in a while.

"Forgive me, my lord and lady," the voice of Elrond's young assistant pulled you two from your grief. Elrond turned to him, you following as well, to face Lindir who looked distinctly uncomfortable from having to pull you apart, "but Lord Elrond, your presence has been requested."

"Oh?" He asked, taking your arm in his in preparation to follow Lindir. "By who?"

"He did not say his name," Lindir mumbled, bowing his head in embarrassment, "and he was very adamant that he speak with you - he said he was carrying a message from Lindon."

"I see," Elrond hummed, his face thoughtful as his voice carried an underlying weariness that made you hold to his arm a little tighter. He turned to you, "Meleth nin, do you wish to accompany me?"

You thought for a moment before looking to Lindir again, "Did this mystery guest specify Elrond?"

Lindir nodded, short brown hair bouncing slightly.

"Then," you began, looking back at Elrond, "I believe I will leave it to you, darling." Slipping onto your tiptoes, you pressed a kiss to the young elf-lord's cheek - and didn't miss the way Lindir blushed at having witnessed the small display of affection. "Besides, I fancy a walk through the gardens."

Elrond nodded and let you slip from his arm as he turned to follow Lindir.

You watched them go, heads bowed together as Lindir presumably filled Elrond in on what the visitor had said, until they disappeared around a bend and you were left on your own with only the wind to accompany you. But, true to your word, you did not linger long and set out to indeed wander around the gardens.

Elrond had taken great care in choosing what plants were to be placed in the garden and where. Every plant served a purpose - some were edible, some medicinal, and others were there simply to make the garden more beautiful.

But he'd been careful to place any golden flowers farther away where you did not tend to go. Elrond was especially careful with the golden celandines - the flowers of your father's house. They'd been a gift to you from the High-King, meant to bring you good fortune as you and Elrond journeyed to Imladris, to the new hidden valley.

But the very sight of them brought visions of your father's cairn, of his battered body laid before you and your throat ached with age old screams of a newly orphaned child.

Elrond had hastened to take them from your sight and all but forbade anyone from displaying the celandines openly. A part of you pained to despise such an innocent thing as a flower. Your atar certainly would have been displeased.

Atar...

You wished Glorfindel could have met Elrond.

You'd once told Elrond of your father's sacrifice and how it had inadvertently led to the two of you falling in love. As it was your father's sacrifice in Gondolin that spared the life of Elrond's grandparents and, at the time, child father. Because, had it not been for Idril pulling you away from the cliff Glorfindel had fallen over, you would not have formed a friendship with Earendil and would not have had the courage to approach Elrond centuries later at a ball held in Gil Galad's honor.

And still, had it not been for the same sense of history shared between you and the young herald, you humored yourself to think you might have found yourself in the arms of the High King, as you had been quite taken with him.

But Elrond had been quite persistent in gaining your favor - you would later joke it was his Edain blood that made him bold enough to kiss you in front of the king's court. And thus, your hand had joined his with your marriage on the horizon.

Gods, when you thought back on it - your father would have been so amused by the whole thing. "Oh how the tides of fate do twist and turn, my little blossom." You could hear his clear, boisterous voice ring in your mind. "The Valar's sense of humor is hard to grasp. Why, Ecthelion could tell you stories-"

What you would give just to hear your father's laugh again.

You weren't aware you'd wandered all the way to the end of the garden until you found yourself staring down at the golden celandines. Normally, their bright visage felt like a mockery. But today, for whatever reason, they felt like a gentle hand placed on your soul. Comforting.

"My Lady!" A voice called from behind you and you turned just in time to see Lindir sprinting towards you.

"My gods, Lindir, what is the matter?" You asked reaching a hand out to steady the young ellon as he came to a screeching stop before you.

"Elrond has asked for your presence, immediately." He huffed, a little winded from presumably rushing to find you.

"Is he alright? Did something happen?" You asked, voice rising with your growing panic.

"He's fine, my lady," Lindir heaved one last sigh before rising to his full height, "but he wants you to meet the guest. He told me it was important."

“How so?” You asked, offering the young Ellon your arm so he could keep up with your hurried steps.

“He claims to be a Lord of Gondolin, a member of the house of the Golden Flower but Lord Elrond would not tell me his name.” Lindir mumbled.

The house of the golden flower? But that was your house and to your knowledge you were the only surviving member. All others had fallen during the siege of Gondolin. "My kin? How?"

"I am unsure, my lady. He told a strange story of coming from Valinor with a message for the High-King only for Gil Galad to send him here."

"Truly?" You hummed, less genuinely curious and more ponderous as you mulled over the possibilities. Atar never spoke of kin in the undying lands, you'd been under the impression that all had followed Turgon to Middle Earth. And how would they know of your family name?

The two of you walked in relative silence, your pace quick as Lindir led you back to where Elrond and this mysterious guest were waiting. The entire time, your mind was spinning, trying to come up with just who could warrant such urgency. Who could know of the fallen house of the Golden Flower?

Lindir brought you to a secluded pagoda slightly off the main path that snaked through Imladris. Ivy trains hung all around it, obscuring the two figures beneath it's steeple roof. But through the foliage you could make out the silhouette of Elrond and the shape of the visitor kneeling before him, head bowed in show of respect.

With a bow of his head, Lindir swept aside some vines allowing you to duck through the gap and enter into the hidden pagoda. Elrond's eyes met yours immediately, an emotion you couldn't identify lurking in their honeyed depths. But he smiled at least. And glanced to the person at his feet.

You followed his eyes and let your own rest upon the visage of your visitor. Through waves of flowing golden hair you could see pointed ears - so they were an elf. You quickly raked your eyes over their form, gathering in the details of their armor and sword (decidedly not the style of Lindon) . And you felt your breath hitch in recognition. That was the style of Gondolin. You hadn't seen armor such as this for ages.

The sound of your gasp brought the stranger's attention to you and they turned shining spring green eyes on you. Eyes you also hadn't seen for ages.

"Ah, you must be the lady of the valley." He spoke in a voice that shook you to your core, bringing memories of days spent chasing after pealing laughter and nights curled close as you were regaled with tales of great battles. The ghost rose to his feet and extended his hand to you. "I am Glorfindel, former lord of Gondolin."

"H-how?" You stuttered, feeling suddenly clammy and unsettled. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Elrond stride to you. "How are you here?" Warm arms surrounded you and you found yourself clinging to them as the world started to swim. Your voice sounded like cotton in your own ears. "I-you-you can't be real, I watched you fall-I-Balrog-"

"Starlight, hush, breathe," Elrond's voice was soft but his grip about your waist was strong, holding you upright. “Lindir!” He called over your head, if the young elf replied, you didn’t hear it. “Fetch some water and something easy to eat, please!” There was a pause before Elrond gently moved you, guiding you to a small seat nearby. "Easy, meleth, I'm here." He whispered as he helped you sit down. "You're alright."

"I apologize, heri nin, I..." Glorfindel began, approaching slowly with his hand outstretched as if you were a frightened horse he was trying to calm. "The High-King only informed me that descendants of the refugees from Gondolin survived, he did not warn me that any who witnessed my fall were here in Imladris." The tall, blonde elf lowered to his knees before you. "If I had known, I would have sent more warning. I can only imagine how shocking it must be to see a living ghost." A small chuckle slipped from him, tearing at long scarred over hurts in your heart and you felt tears prick your eyes.

The last time you'd seen his body, he'd been wrapped in a funerary shroud and laid to rest in his cairn. You'd planted the first celandine atop it.

The last time you'd seen his face, he'd been burned to the bone, blood coated his armor and what remained of his face, and his scalp - his characteristic golden hair - had been torn away from his skull.

The only way you'd been able to identify your atar's remains was the mark of the golden flower on his armor. You'd clung to his body, sobbed and screamed for your only kin to wake up, to come back to you. Idril and Tuor had pulled you away while Thorondor obscured the elf lord's charred remains from your sight.

For years you couldn't bear to look at paintings of him, knowing that all you would see was death staring back at you.

And now, death knelt before you looking far fairer than was justified.

"How...are...you here?" You asked, all too aware of how you trembled in Elrond's arms.

"The Valar sent me back to aid my kin in Eriador." Glorfindel answered solemnly, looking up to Elrond for a moment. "War is coming once again."

The three of you were silent.

Lindir slipped into the pagoda and set a small tray with food and water to the side before promptly exiting.

"How long do we have?" Elrond asked, finally breaking the tension.

"I am unsure. The Valar warned that Sauron's attack was imminent - he is gathering his strength and forces as we speak." He rose to his feet. "Which is why I have been sent back - to aid the Eldar however I can. I pledge myself to you, Herald Elrond, Lord of Imladris, to the bitter end. My sword is yours to command." Glorfindel bowed his head.

"Thank you, my lord." Elrond spoke softly, a hand rubbing at your shoulder. "I know I will call upon you when the time comes."

Silence fell once again like a heavy blanket over the pagoda. Glorfindel glanced at you. "I will excuse myself, if that's alright. I can tell my presence is upsetting, heri nin."

You stopped him. "Do you recognize me?"

The lord's attention snapped to you and his head tilted in question. "Do you recognize me?" You pressed a little harder, aware that your voice had become more urgent. Elrond settled his hand on your shoulder to keep you seated.

Glorfindel faltered, taken aback. You could see the word 'no' forming on his lips but he paused before he could give his denial voice. His head tilted to the other side and his eyebrows furrowed.

"Atar, please?" You wanted to sob, the sounds of a long ago attack echoed in your ears as your voice broke on the word you never wanted to utter again.

The blonde elf's eyes went wide and you swear you saw a spark of anger in their green depths but it was swiftly replaced with disbelief. You held your breath.

"Winimo?" He whispered so quietly you thought you imagined it. "Nitya alma nin?"

You were nodding so hard you could feel your circlet threatening to fly off your head. In a second you were off the low stool you'd settled on and crashing into the armored chest of your father, tears falling down your cheeks.

His arms wrapped around you, squeezing you so hard you thought your ribs might break. "My precious, little bird!"

"I-" you started to laugh, choking on sobs as you did, "I am not so little anymore, atar." Like a child, you found yourself burying into him and clinging to his armored form as if he might vanish. Again.

"No, no you are not." He sighed and pushed you back so he could look in your eyes. Tear tracks marred his own skin. "Look at you..." He sighed, blinking rapidly to clear his sight as he brought his hands up to hold your face. "You turned out gorgeous. Just like me." He barked in a laugh and you found yourself mimicking it. "I," his smile slipped, "I didn't know if any of my house were still alive. I feared that I would be sent back only to have outlived my own flesh and blood."

"Our house has perished." You said forlornly. "I am the only one left from the House of the Golden Flower."

"Ah," Glorfindel shook his head, "you were the only one. I am here now, little one." He reached up a hand to smooth over your hair, his fingers momentarily catching on the circlet above your brow. "We have much to catch up on."

"Indeed," you laughed drily, not entirely thrilled at the prospect of relaying the past centuries to your father.

"My lord," Elrond's voice was soft, gentle, as if he loathed the idea of cutting in to your reunion with your father, "do you wish to stay in Imladris for the foreseeable future?" He asked, tilting his head to the side as he approached the two of you. You stepped away from Glorfindel and towards your intended.

"I would be honored if you would allow me the privilege to stay in this valley and reconnect with my daughter." The golden haired elf was positively beaming at the younger elf-lord.

"Of course," Elrond bowed his head, "I will have Lindir prepare a room for you."

Lindir, who had apparently stuck around just out of your field of view, stepped forward long enough to nod to Elrond before scampering off to do so.

"Now, nitya alma," Glorfindel smiled at Lindir's retreating figure for a moment before turning to you, "tell me everything." He beamed.

"Everything?" You gawked. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," Glorfindel settled onto the small bench across from where you and Elrond stood, "tell me everything that's happened since last I saw you. How did you come to know the High-King, why are you in Imladris?" He started to ramble and you were suddenly reminded of the long tangents him and Ecthelion would go on when they gathered. "Any betrothals I should know about?" He raised an eyebrow, his face dropping into a faux stern expression that you saw right through.

"Well, actually..." you hummed, settling down on an opposing bench with enough room for Elrond to sit beside you. "Yes, I, well, we-" you gestured to Elrond as the brunette sat down, one arm wrapping around you, "we are actually betrothed."

His green eyes went wide. "What?"

"I have asked for your daughter's hand, Lord Glorfindel." Elrond explained as he brought his other hand over to hold yours in a gentle grip. "And she has agreed to marry me come next spring."

Glorfindel turned his attention to you and you felt yourself shrink into Elrond's side a little at the intensity in his gaze. "Is that so?"

You nodded. "Yes, atar, we have not set our day yet. But we have also just started planning." Suddenly, the weight of your betrothal began to settle on your shoulders. While Elrond had been entirely proper in courting you, you found yourself feeling embarrassed to confess to your father that your heart had been so fully ensnared by the charming half-elf beside you.

"I see," He hummed, voice and face unreadable.

A beat passed. You could feel yourself growing restless and had to resist the urge to snuggle deeper into Elrond's hold.

"I do hope you will forgive me, my lord." Elrond finally spoke, easily ending the pregnant pause with his calming voice, "Had I known you were returning to Middle-Earth, I would have waited to ask for your blessing."

Glrofindel's eyebrow twitched. "I should hope that an elf-lord would know how to properly court." He snipped, tone still hard to discern.

"Atar, please." You huffed. "Elrond has cared for me in ways I could never ask of anyone. He is not just my love, but my friend and closest companion." At this, you did lean into him. "He is the kindest elf I have ever met and he has always offered me his loyalty and time."

Glorfindel stared hard at the two of you, eyes narrowed as they flitted between you and your lover. "Nitya alma," he eventually sighed, lowering his head, "I am happy for you." He smiled but his eyes seemed sad. "I just wish I hadn't missed so much of your life."

"You did not intend to, atar. I hold nothing against you." You smiled back and reached out a hand for him to take in a loose hold.

"Thank you," he bowed his head, "May I see your marriage clasp?" He asked after a moment.

With a nod, you pulled back from him and turned your back to Elrond who carefully reached up to free the pendant from the end of your braid. His hands were skillful and delicate as he freed the strands from the confines of the glittering white-gold clasp.

He let the small braid that signaled your engagement fall back against your head before reaching out to Glorfindel.

Your father took the delicately crafted pendant in hand and held it as if it was the most precious thing in all the world. Which to you, it was. And it warmed your heart to see your father respect that.

Glorfindel turned the clasp over in his palm several times, his eyes never straying from the glittering jewels embedded within it. What he was thinking, you couldn't tell - his face was impassive.

Elrond held you tight to him as your father continued to sit in silence and you found yourself unbelievably grateful for the contact. You'd been with Elrond for many years, you were secure in your relationship. There'd been ups and downs, of course, as there would be in any relationship but you'd both always been secure in each other and in the knowledge that you're love was untainted by outside opinion.

But right now, for the first time in years, you were nervous about what someone might say.

At length, Glorfindel smiled and stood up. He stopped before the both of you and knelt before Elrond, hands extended out as if to receive a blessing but when you looked in his palms you could see your marriage clasp.

Elrond reached out and plucked the important item from your father's hand and turned to put it back in your hair. And as Elrond returned to his task, Glorfindel rose to his feet and bowed low to press a kiss to your forehead and then to Elrond's.

The action made both of your heads snap to the golden haired lord who settled a heavy hand on your love's shoulder. "I can think of no better person for my daughter to marry. I look forward to the wedding."

alma - flower

atar (quenya) - father

heri - lady

heru - lord

meleth - love

nitya - little

winimo - baby, little one

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