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aeonianarchives · 2 years

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Scales and Freckles

Summary: Lindir Fluff with Dragonshifter Reader

Pairing: Lindir x Male!Reader

Lindir hummed as he ran his hand over the scales on your shoulder he did it gently careful not to wake you, he knew better than to wake a sleeping dragon, especially one who would crush him in a hug and not let him escape if he were to wake you at the moment, he lay on your chest, you arms draped haphazardly over his waist, even if you where half Dragon you still had their tendencies.

Lindir always enjoyed touching your scales, Your scales were smooth and pleasant to touch at least that was what Lindir found, you always had a raised body temperature compared to him, it was nice in winter but a pain in summer as you surprised hugged him and he would grow 10 times hotter.

Dragons were heavy sleepers and you were no different, you could also fall asleep anywhere, you fell asleep once when Glorfindel attempted to play the harp in the hall of fire which didn’t end well he sounded like a dying pig but after his horrifyingly terrible performance Lindir had noticed your grip around his waist had tightened and you were asleep, making his performance be suspended until you woke up which wasn’t even soon.

His hand slid to your hip and traced his hand over the scales on them you groaned in pleasure as a response yet you were still asleep, or were you really because the next thing Lindir knew he was down on the bed with you over him a large smirk plastered on your face, the Elf blushed having been caught in his actions, he half expected to be crushed in a hug from which he could move in, but you did something entirely unexpected.

You managed to slip Lindirs shirt off and you buried yourself in his neck Lindir shivered as you kissed down it, but he also realized you were kissing each one of his freckles, elves rarely had imperfections like having heterochromia, Legolas had it admittedly it was central heterochromia but still he didn’t get teased but Lindir who had Freckles which is also extremely rare and considered an imperfection to elves did, but then again Legolas was a prince and Thranduil would act harsh on anyone who did and Lindir was a simple servant to his Lord.

Lindir had noticed you had pulled away from him and tilted your head like a dog at him he smiled and wrapped his arms around your neck you took it as a signal to continue, while some people teased him, he had a dragon to worship his body like you where doing at the moment, Lindir had overheard many a time about the jealous elleths and ellons who wanted his dragon but he knew you wouldn’t go anywhere, Dragons were loyal to there mates although Dragon mating is different to Elvish mating and you both were a very odd couple a Dragon and an elf nobody would have thought the two races where compatible.

“I Love you Lindir” you hmmed against him as he haphazardly stroked your hair you shot back up to face him making the Ellon jump slightly to see your over dramatic face in his, you and Glorfindel shared a lot in common and you're tased in mates was not that different to each other's.

You lowered yourself onto your forearms and kissed the tip of his pointed ear, as soon as you had started courting you had found all of Lindir’s weak spots his freckles and his ears being one you use commonly that or his neck but that was often covered with his clothes just like his thighs.

Lindir pushed your shoulders back, and you tilted your head at him again in confusion “I need to get dressed for the day” Lindir said he was however caught in a crushing hug Lindir blushed and tried to push you back enough so he could wiggle out but he could not as he did not have the strength you were very much stronger than him in every way Lindir sighed he knew he would have to wait for Lord Elrond to realizes and then find him, you listened to the Lord more than you listened to your mate in matters like these, so Lindir would just have to wait with the perfect view of your face and you would peck kisses all over his face in the meantime.

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shirefantasies · 4 months

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I'm doing pretty good! Ty for asking

I wanted to request Lindir (and anyone else you might want to do) with a reader that loves playing with/braiding his hair? A very simple request but I find it adorable

That does sound quite sweet 😌 I decided to do this with all the major elves because we love elf fluff in this house 💖

Elves + Braiding

Lindir

✧ He is surprised the first time you idly take strands of his long brown hair in your hands, giving a look of polite surprise as he awaits your next action.

✧ Then you pull back the sides of his hair, braiding them at the back of his head, and he would be lying if he said it felt anything but satisfying, both having his face freed from the strands and also your hands delicately working their magic upon his hair.

✧ Too shy to request it, Lindir simply sits by your side, hoping the whim takes you again. Perhaps he will practice a song, sitting at his harp or holding a smaller instrument and feeling the small smile creep onto his lips when your fingers comb through his hair again.

✧ When he catches you in a moment of stress his subconscious works faster than his mind; without thinking he’s running hands through your hair, sliding the cool skin soothingly over your scalp.

✧ He turns red each time, but Lindir’s absolute favorite is when you rest your gorgeous head upon his shoulder. Gently he strokes your hair before ever-so-slightly resting his head atop yours.

Thranduil

✧ Fixes you with a look of surprise when you subconsciously reach for his long golden locks, but after removing a leaf from them your fingers twirl the ends of his tresses and he smiles fondly.

✧ Shakes his head a bit at you as you play with his hair, weaving new strands together. The loops you make may not be as intricate as others he has seen, but they are sturdy.

✧ From then on Thranduil dubs you talented, encouraging you to try more techniques, be they braiding or weaving. At first you can hardly help questioning if he sees your intent…

✧ …before you realize he is the only one you’re allowed to practice on. He is calling on you, plain and simple.

✧ You try to keep this out of your head, but the way the back of his hand traces your cheekbones as he sits you down makes that harder and harder…

Arwen

✧ You relax her in a way few else do, the ease you bring leading her to seek you out again and again.

✧ She knows how you enjoy what you do and she wants to pay it back, too. “Come, let us make our braids!” And just like that, your habit has become ours.

✧ She loves the feel of your hair, asking permission of course the first few times she touches it, but soon it seems even when you’re just sitting together someone is caressing the other’s hair.

✧ Sometimes when you’re feeling especially merry, you’ll playfully swat her with her own little ponytails. It always gets one of those rare laughs out of her.

✧ Cue Arwen wrapping her arms around your shoulders, forcing you to drop her hair as she grapples you (lovingly).

Elrond

✧ His eyes track yours one day, catching the way they follow the silky length of his hair. One day you venture sweeping some off his shoulder, growing bolder at Elrond’s soft smile.

✧ Your hands shake at first, but he nods and smiles reassuringly as you begin your weaving work. His hair is smooth, needing little to nothing, so instead you craft a kind of crown for him braided about his head.

✧ You tell him as much as you reveal your work, shocked at the way his expression has melted into something far, far softer.

✧ “Allow me to return the favor,” he says, hands sliding temptingly over your shoulders as he rotates you- and who are you to say no?

✧ “Though I do not deserve a crown,” you remind him. “You do not see things as I do, then.”

Legolas

✧ You’d never touch his hair without asking, unsure how Legolas would react until you shyly offer to braid it freshly back for him.

✧ He agrees with one of the smiles that has your heart leaping, encouraging you with a gentle nod as you take a seat behind him and begin your work. From the moments your hands brush his back, you can feel Legolas relaxing as you weave his golden hair.

✧ From then on he goes to you when he wants it fixed, teasingly asking if you might like to braid his hair again.

✧ It’s probably one of the most romantic things to happen to you the day Legolas sits you down, saying it’s his turn to take care of your hair.

✧ You two both end up in this sort of symbiosis of doing each other’s hair, barely ever touching your own.

Haldir

✧ Starts a bit the first time your hands comb his hair, but the butterflies he’s feeling may become evident in the way Haldir’s eyes fix you.

✧ You can feel him lean into your touch, the gentle motion of your fingers soothing him. Rare are the moments in which Haldir gives in to simple breath, release of all the burdens that he holds, and yet it is clear he craves it.

✧ "Why," he asks as you release his locks, letting them flow down his shoulders, "are you doing this?" "Do you really not know?" You simply ask back, caresses moving from the base of his neck to the sides of his face as you turn him your way.

✧ Your habit leads to the first of many kisses shared with Haldir, often stolen beneath the swaying branches of some faraway tree.

✧ Playing with your hair is not his habit, but running his hands wildly through it as your lips embrace is.

Galadriel

✧Amusement dances in her blue eyes as you reach up and comb her golden waves through your hands.

✧ “I’m sorry,” you sheepishly apologize, “may I?” “Of course,” she answers simply and gives a little nod as you step closer again.

✧ Galadriel turns to fix her enchanting gaze upon you as you work, smile too knowing not to bring warmth to your face and a shake to your fingers.

✧ Since that day, she combs her fingers through your hair as she passes by you, her fingers sometimes trailing down to the side of your cheek.

✧ You can feel her eyes upon you as far as her watch can reach, simultaneously bringing safe warmth shining through your chest and a shiver down your spine.

#lotr #the hobbit #lotr imagines #the hobbit imagines #lotr x reader #the hobbit x reader #lindir #elrond #arwen #thranduil #legolas #haldir #galadriel #ask #anon #hope you enjoy some elf fluff 🥰

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elficially-done-with-life · 5 months

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Exhausted

Pairing: Lindir x reader

Summary: After a long day of work, Lindir is tired and wants to cuddle with his wife.

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It had been a long day of work, but now it was all done and you could go back home to your husband.

It was rare that there was so much work to do in Imladris, so you assumed that Lindir wasn't there yet. But as soon as you opened the door, you realised that you had been wrong in your assumption.

Lindir was lying on his back on the bed you shared. He hadn't even bothered to snuggle up in the blanket or put it over him, but simply lay on top of it.

His eyes were closed and his breathing was slow. But even in his sleep, his forehead had creased into a few worry lines, as the stress and worries of the day must have followed him to sleep.

Even the clothes he was wearing were the ordinary everyday clothes he usually wore and not his sleeping clothes.

You quietly closed the door behind you and slipped into the room.

Slowly you crept over to Lindir and gave him a very gentle kiss on the worry lines on his forehead.

He groaned softly and you hoped you hadn't woken him.

You quietly took off your shoes and loosened your hair from your braid. Then you quietly slipped into your nightgown and fetched a cosy blanket from the wardrobe, as you were reluctant to wake Lindir to get the heavy blanket he was sleeping on.

Just as you sat down on the bed and tried to spread out the blanket, you felt Lindir's arms wrap around you and pull you close.

"Awake?" you asked, giggling softly.

Lindir buried his face in the crook of your neck and mumbled something you didn't understand.

You moved your head so that you could kiss him on the hair and said softly, "My poor Lindir! So overworked! Would you not like to put on something comfortable? I am sure you could sleep much better after that."

But Lindir shook his head.

"No?" you asked a little amused and gently wrapped the blanket around you both.

"I just need you, then I can sleep well," he whispered and nuzzled his face even deeper into the crook of your neck.

You, whose exhaustion was slowly catching up with you too, closed your eyes and let yourself fall into a deep sleep surrounded by your husbands arms.

#lindir #lindir x reader fic #lindir x reader fluff #lindir x reader #tolkien x reader #x reader #tolkien #elves x reader #the hobbit #the hobbit x you #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit x y/n

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fantasyworld4ever · 10 months

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I would like to uno reverse and ask how the elves (yep, all the LOTR/hobbit elves you write for) would react to their s/o keeping them warm, whether it be with a blanket, an extra cloak, or even magically radiating warmth.

LOTR/THE HOBBIT ELVES REACTING TO THEIR S/O WHO GIVE THEM THEIR COAT/BLANKET WHEN ITS COLD.

Elrond

Istg this poor guy will survive the cold for you

You don’t realize it’s cold but when you look over at Elrond he’s quite literally shivering from cold

You quickly deduce that the poor ellon has stayed out simply because you were

You chuckle fondly, finding it sweet as you drape a coat/blanket over him and he blinks at you in surprise

He tries to protest but you glare at him and he shuts up

Thranduil

No, just no.

This man will refuse to take your coat

Anyway, he wouldn't even be out in the cold

If he finds it cold, there is no way he’s letting you go out

Legolas

Dude does not get cold

Have you seen him running through those snowy places?

Yeah, he's too jumpy to be cold

He will politely reject your coat if you ask though

Lindir

This poor sweet innocent baby 😭

He won’t wait for you to offer it, he’s gonna just grab it then apologize as he wraps himself in it

Literally freezing

He’ll be okay, he snuggles against you for extra warmth

Haldir

Dude patrols borders, he’s used to it

May actually fall asleep standing up in the cold

You just wrap the blanket around him and he’ll stir slightly

Poor bby, he’s so tired

He’ll hold you tight, swaddling you in the blanket too

Glorfindel

He will snatch your blanket quicker than you can say his name

He’ll apologize but he aint sorry at all

He is COLD.

Let him have the damn blanket xD

Feren

Sweet bby

He won’t say anything even if the air is a bit chilly

He’ll do his best to hide it but you soon realize just how cold he is

“Thank you, meleth.” He’ll smile at you as you drape the blanket over his shoulders but insists you both share it

Figwit

“My lady/lord, it’s cold” He’ll comment on the chilliness of the air as you stroll through the garden

No matter how many times you tell him to call you your name he will insist on using your title in public

When you give him your coat he looks surprised and tries to protest but soon gives in, wrapping it around himself

“Thank you, meleth…” He’ll whisper, his ears red

{Thanks for the request and hope it lives up to your expectations! Apologies for the wait. And as always, my inbox is open!}

#requests #lotr #the hobbit #elves #figwit #thranduil #legolas #feren #lindir #elrond peredhel #glorfindel #haldir #x reader #gender neutral reader #fluff

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leahsflwer · 8 months

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An Angsty/comfort Lindir Imagine.... is that something you could do for me?☺🤗🥺🥺🥺🙏🙏🙏🙏

I'll love you forever and ever!!!!!!!!!!

❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥💜

I can give it a good go 😝

Lindir imagine - “Purple dress” Fluff content

Warnings: Slight angst, feeling tired, fluff mostly, very mild! Sexual references, but it is mostly a chaotic imagine on sweet Lindir <3

Lindir (LOTR/Hobbit) x fem! reader

I wandered through Rivendell smiling at the stunning setting surrounding me. I felt at ease and peaceful until I heard whispers from a few of the elves around me. For me, I was only a Human-Dwarf girl. Which brought upon a few harsh comments from the elves who giggled and pointed at me. It put me in a terrible mood within seconds as I hurried past them and rushing around a corner and into something.

It was a chest. The chest of Aragorn the strider. He was a handsome man but I was not in the mood for him to look down at me currently, so tried to walk around him but he grabbed onto my wrist and pulled me back, so his face was inches from mine. All I could do was gulp and shake my head.

“Aragorn please not now,” I sighed

“You don’t even know what I was going to say.. come on..” he chuckled and moved hair from my face

“Please,” I begged him wanting to run off

“Oh come on let me talk-“ he started.

He was cut off before he could even finish as I felt a large, long arm wrap around my waist and pull me against them. Feeling a tall man’s body pressed to my back.

My stomach filled with butterflies as I slowly turned my head to see who it was. It was Lindir. Who was glaring at Aragorn, then looking down at me with a soft stare. His smile fading as he looked back at Aragorn.

“She needs time to relax first Aragorn. She is clearly upset and exhausted. You know Rivendell and she does not, so just let her go by at her own pace.” He spoke up and gently guided me away.

We walked side by side up many stairs, left, right around many corners which easily lost me but I had no care as I felt his hand on my lower back as he showed me around to the room I was going to stay in while here in Rivendell. He smiled at me before walking inside with me. He wandered over to the balcony and let out a deep breath.

“You know. You’re one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.” He chuckled making me blush.

I couldn’t even move from my spot beside the bed in the centre of the room against the back wall. He was way too perfect to be complementing me so I felt speechless.

He glanced at me and showed a more cheeky smile compared to his usual mature facial expression. He clearly noticed how flustered I was by his words making me heat up and feel blush creep on my cheeks.

“Thank you for before. I do feel quite exhausted from the long trip here. I have barely any time to myself being surrounded by men all day long” I sighed

“You don’t need to thank me. I seen how uncomfortable you felt and had to help.” He nodded.

I watched him as he walked over to the chair in the corner of the room and grabbed a beautiful, purple dress, similar colour to his own robe. He motioned for me to follow him.

We wandered passed a few rooms and into a long corridor, into a room with a large bath. It was filled with warm water and bubbles that smelt magnificent.

“I had this made for you. It can help with your tense muscles” he smiled and placed the dress down on another chair in the room

“Lindir this is so much, I couldn’t possibly bathe in that, you have done so much already” I sighed and shook my head

“I insist. I made the bath for you princess. So please enjoy it” he chuckled moving some of my hair from my face.

He walked past me and closed the two large doors, leaving me alone with the gorgeous smell of those bubbles. I couldn’t decline such an offer, who knows when I’ll be able to clean myself like this again.

My skin felt brilliant as it hit the hot water, my tense muscles relaxing as I laid inside the large tub, letting out a soft moan from enjoyment, not wanting to move. But I washed my entire body, feeling perfectly clean and at ease.

Drying myself off and holding up the dress wandering how much it cost him. Feeling bad for him even thinking about me.

It fit my body figure perfectly and made me smile. I smelt amazing and looked stunning. Quickly opening the doors and rushing around to find Lindir who was speaking with Lord Elrond about things.

Elrond noticed me first and smiled, but I wasn’t interested in him at the current moment and hugged Lindir.

“Thank you. For everything” I smiled and then realised what I was doing, hugging him in front of Lord Elrond himself, shyly standing back

“Lindir picked the dress out himself, I’m glad you like it” Elrond grinned and then wandered off to speak with Gandalf.

Lindir seemed to watch as Elrond disappeared and then looked down at me, a smile appearing on his face once again. His eyes clearly gazed up and down my body.

“It suits you and brings out your eyes.” He chuckled making me flustered again.

I gently hit his arm and then gazed at his pink lips, gulping as ideas flooded my mind. His eyes still locked on me. Aragorn coming into my sight once more making me clench my fists, he punched Lindir in a playful way and smirked at me.

“You look good” he snarled

“Oh.. thank you” I shyly smiled

“I put it on her” Lindir spat out with a smirk as Aragorn turned to him with shocked expression

“Y-You.. well then! That explains why you stole her from my conversation before. I’ll let you two be” he raised his arms in a funny motion and wandered off.

I was overheated from embarrassment and glared at him as I crossed my arms. He just smiled and took my hand taking me on a walk down to the water fountain.

“I only wanted him to let you be, so you can think to yourself. Sorry if it came off wrong” he apologised

“No. It’s quite alright. I wouldn’t have mind if you really did put it on me.” I chuckled with a small grin.

He looked at me with a smirk, raising his brow and nodding, leaning down and touching the water. Splashing some towards me making me shake my head and gasp at how cold it was on my body.

“Lindir! I just cleaned myself and changed!” I laughed

“Good. You can change again with my help” he laughed in return and splashed me again.

I put my feet in the water and splashed him back with a huge wave of water. Until we were both completely soaked and in a mess, just giggling and looking at the other elves walking by with judging manners.

#fluff #angst #lindir #lord of the rings #hobbit #elves #elf #Elrond #Rivendell #lindir x reader #imagine #smut #preferences

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warriorofthought · 3 months

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Ice Bear

Summary: You always were close to Lindir but he suddenly finds your present disturbing and that hurts you. Can you both come to good terms back again?

Word Count: 2023

Warnings: a bit hurt and sad feelings

Linder X Reader

In the serene woods of Riverdale, amidst the whispering leaves and the soft glow of moonlight, Lindir, the gentle minstrel of the Elves, found himself entangled in an unexpected situation. He had always been known for his kindness and compassion, but lately, he found himself feeling overwhelmed by the attentions of an ardent admirer.

As Lindir strummed his lute beneath the ancient mallorn trees, he sensed the presence of You approaching. With a courteous smile, Lindir welcomed you but his heart sank as You began to speak.

"Lindir," You began earnestly, "I must confess, I find myself drawn to your presence more than ever. Your melodies enchant me, your wisdom inspires me. I... I feel as though I cannot bear to be apart from you, as I was a child I was often by you, I miss that."

Lindir's heart fluttered with discomfort, for while he cherished You as a friend, he did not share the same romantic feelings. With a heavy heart, Lindir gathered his courage to speak his truth.

"Y/n" Lindir began gently, "I am deeply honored by your affection, but I must confess that I feel you have become... too clingy."

Your expression faltered, a flicker of hurt crossing your features. "Clingy? I... I only wish to be close to you, Lindir. Is that not what friends do?"

Lindir sighed, his fingers tracing the delicate patterns of his lute. "Indeed, friends do share a bond of closeness, but there must also be space for individual pursuits and interests. I fear that your constant presence leaves me feeling suffocated, unable to breathe freely."

Silence enveloped them like a shroud as You processed Lindir's words, his gaze cast downwards in contemplation. After a moment, he looked up, his eyes filled with remorse.

"I had not realized," You murmured, your voice tinged with regret. "Forgive me, Lindir, if I have caused you discomfort. I only wished to express my admiration for you."

Lindir's heart clenched with regret at the pain in your voice, but he knew that honesty was the only path forward.

A flicker of hurt crossed your features, like a shadow passing over the moonlit glade. You stood silent for a moment, your gaze fixed upon the ground, before finally lifting his eyes to meet Lindir's.

"I have understood your words, I'm sorry for disturbing you" you murmured, voice tinged with sorrow.

Lindir's heart ached at the pain in your voice, but he knew that he could not retract his words. And so, with a heavy heart, he watched as you quickly turned and walked away, disappearing into the depths of the forest like a fleeting shadow.

Days turned into weeks, and still, there was no sign of You searching for him. Lindir wandered the woods of Riverdale, his heart heavy with regret, longing for the familiar presence of his dear friend. But try as he might, he could find no trace of you, as if you had vanished into the mists of his memory.

And so, beneath the canopy of stars, Lindir played his lute, the echoes of his melodies mingling with the sighing of the trees. For even as the silence between them grew, he held onto the hope that one day, their friendship would bloom anew, like a flower blossoming in the wake of winter's chill.

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A few weeks later

Lindir manage to spot you as you do your usual duty and steps up to you. Your attention is immediately drawn to him as you hear him. You quickly look away and tried to leave but he steps into your way.

"don't you dare to step closer, i don't want you near me" you utter a bit too rough, the Sight of him brings pain.

Lindir stops moving and his heart sinks for a moment. You truly don't want to let him come any closer and it hurts Lindir more than he wants to show. He finally understands that his words had hurted you more than he thought.

"So..." He replies with a mixture of hurt and sadness in his eyes trying to come up with a conversation. "You would have wanted to keep spending time with me and see me and hear my stories like we used to?"

"Have I ever said I don't want that?"

Lindir is quiet for a moment as he lets these words sink in. He realizes how stupid he has been. Maybe things could go back to how they had been. Maybe you are not truly gone from him after all.

"Can I ask you something?" Lindir says as he slowly walks closer to you. "Will you please let me tell you one last story? I still know so many and I was saving at least one for you. You never got to hear it. Will you please let me do that?"

You slowly nod " is it about the ice bear?"

Lindir notices how much you are opening up to him at the mention of a story he wishes to tell you and it warms his heart.

"Indeed it is." He says and looks at you. A moment of silence passes and he then looks at the floor, as if preparing himself. "Shall I begin?"

"yes" you nod and sit down on a nearby bench.

Lindir is quiet for a long moment. He is really glad you want to hear his story, even after he messed up so much. And he wants to make it up to you for it.

"Once, very long ago, there was a group of elves who lived in a far remote area within the forests. And they loved to explore these woods. One day, they stumbled on a cave that was very deep within the depths of the woods. They explored the cave and soon began to be surrounded by a lot of ice."

Your eyes slowly move over to him.

"As they went deeper, they soon noticed that they were becoming surrounded by more and more ice. It was as if the cave was a large freezer. The deeper they went, the tighter the ice became.

But they were brave and went all the way down until they reached a huge chamber that was filled entirely with ice. In the middle of the room, they saw something that startled them immediately."

"the little ice bear?"

Lindir is silent for a second, surprised that you already know most of the story. However, that does not bother him.

"Yes, indeed. It was a tiny little thing, so small that it fit in the palm of your hand. It was lying on its side and barely moving. All the elves were worried that it was going to die because it was freezing.

Then, something unexpected happened. The little ice bear moved its head and suddenly it looked directly at them."

Your eyes slowly show a little bit of your excitement.

Lindir notices a hint of excitement in your eyes. He continues with the story.

"Everybody was shocked at first. But the elf who had been exploring this cave the most got closer with a gentle and cautious approach. He had always loved animals of all kinds and he could not stop himself from trying to save the ice bear. He moved closer and carefully picked up the little bear.

His touch seemed to have an immediate and magical effect, as the very ice that surrounded the bear began to melt. And the little bear regained its breath."

"Wow" you mumble

Lindir smiles at you, realizing that you are enjoying his story more and more.

"Indeed. As the ice vanished, it became visible that the cave was more like a freezer and the ice was like magic frozen on this animal. All the elves were completely astonished at what they could see.

In the end, the elf that had held the small bear in his arms decided to take him with him back to the woods. Since that day, the little ice bear and the elf were inseparable."

"They are friends now?"

"They are not just friends now. They are bonded for the rest of their lives. The ice bear is actually very clingy towards the elf and likes to ride on his shoulders. The elf always loves to pet him and even has given him a name."

Lindir pauses for a moment and then leans a little bit closer to you and speaks softly. "Would you like to know the name he gave him?"

You nod.

Lindir leans even closer, his voice almost a whisper by now. He can tell that this story is hitting a spot in you.

"The elf called the little ice bear 'Icely'. They are so bonded and so close now that it is as if they cannot be separated. Icely is always with the elf and the elf can never be sad because Icely will always be there to cheer him up."

"that sounds nice"

"And what if I told you that that small ice bear reminds me of someone?" He asks you. With a glance, you understand who he is referencing.

"Of who?" You ask, trying to hide your curious feelings.

“It's the one I care so much about and the one that deserves all the kindness and love I have to give. The one I miss every day after you started to avoid me."

"You." He answers softly. "I feel as if we are like the elf and the bear. We cannot be separated. Maybe what happened between us before was so hurtful, but now I am not ready to let you go either. I will never leave you and I will always be here for you whether you wish to admit it or not." He sighs slightly, a bit sad.

"I cannot explain the feeling. Whenever I am with you, I do not feel sad because you are there. Even when I do not have the best day, you make it brighter and happier simply by being there.”

Lindir gets a bit closer to you and he talks softly. His tone is sincere and his eye contact is full of kindness.

“I have told you the story of my friends to tell you this: you are my little ice bear. You are not a burden for me, I promise, i will never tell you something like that so rough, i will be softer."

"Lindir" your voice finally soft again and it drifted through the air like a whisper carried on the wind, "I have missed you."

"Y/n" Lindir breathed, relief flooding through him like a river breaking free from its banks, "I feared I had lost you forever."

You look at him with a hesitant smile, your gaze soft and searching. "I needed time to... to process our conversation, your words were a bit hard for me" you admitted, your voice tinged with vulnerability. "But I realize now that I cannot bear to be apart from you, Lindir."

A surge of warmth flooded Lindir's heart at your words, and he reached out to clasp his hand, their fingers intertwining like the branches of two trees intertwined in a forest glade.

"Nor can I bear to be apart from you, y/n" Lindir confessed, his voice barely more than a whisper carried on the breeze. “ You have always held a special place in my heart, a place of light and warmth amidst the shadows."

Your eyes widened with surprise, your gaze locking with Lindir's in an unspoken exchange of understanding. And then, with a tender smile, he leaned forward, and hug you in a gentle big warm hug that spoke volumes of the love that had blossomed between you both.

Underneath the canopy of stars, amidst the whispering leaves and the soft glow of moonlight, Lindir and you found solace in each other's arms, their bond strengthened not by words alone, but by the depth of their shared affection. And as they danced beneath the silvered sky, their hearts entwined like the branches of two trees reaching for the heavens, they knew that their love would endure for all eternity, a beacon of hope in a world shrouded in darkness.

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kat651 · 16 days

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shapes

You hated thunder storms. The lightning and the loud booms always made you jump. Little did you know, so did lindir. He jumped every time he heard the thunder…

You slept peacefully, head on Lindir’s chest. Lindir lay with a book in his hand, gently running his fingers through your hair.

Sudenly, there was a rumble of thunder. Lindir clutched your body and was shocked to feel fur.

He looked down to see a wolf on his chest. His heart began to hammer. What was going on?

Another clap of thunder and the wolf flinched and shifted into a little cat.

“Y/n?” Lindir placed his hand on your head and you let off a purr.

Lindir smiled and pulled you closer. “Toy don’t like the thunder either do you?”

The thunder boomed outside the window and you sat upright, shifting back into your elven form.

Lindir reached up and pulled you to his chest, kissing the top of your head. “Shhh…I’m here…”

You relaxed a little and Lindir gently tilted your chin up. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a shape shifter?”

You sat up again, eyes wide. “I-I…”

He gently pulled you close again. “Hey, what’s wrong.”

“You weren’t supposed to know that…”

Lindir played with your hair. “Why not?”

“Aren’t you afraid of me now?” You asked, looking up at him with big eyes.

Lindir shook his head. “Why would I fear the one I fell in love with?”

You smiled and nuzzled up to him, shifting into a little bunny and hiding as the thunder clapped again.

Lindir chuckled and rolled on his side. “Are you afraid of the thunder?”

You nodded and hid your face in the crook of his neck.

Lindir kissed your fluffy head and pulled the blanket over you. “I’ll keep you safe and warm.”

You smiled and nuzzled closer.

In the morning, Lindir woke to find him self wrapped in your arms. “Y/n… i love you.”

You woke and kissed his nose. “Hello love…”

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nimbusnight28174 · 5 months

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A family gathering

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@lotr20 | day 4 | family | friendship

With eight days to go before the party, Arwen came home from Lotlórien; and she was accompanied by Lindir, who had journeyed there briefly too see a fellow scholar. From her letters, the two had been verging on violence by the end of it, and from the foul mood of his advisor, Elrond suspected they had not resolved things. That, or he was simply tired from being on the roads, for Lindir was an elf of comfort and not one for travelling.

But regardless of how they had parted, Elrond was certain the two would continue their correspondence; for whatever Lindir said, they were friends and had been so for many years. And so, with the assurance that his friend would be alright and with a short greeting before he slipped away inside, Elrond turned his attention back to his daughter, who was just now stepping off her horse after waving off the guard come to help her down.

Arwen was beaming as she approached, throwing her arms around him in an embrace, and Elrond smiled greatly in turn, for he had missed his daughter dearly in her absence and was glad to see her home safe. If there were tears in her eyes, only he would know.

They reconvened later that evening in the privacy of the dining hall, and many more greetings and welcome backs were given as family and friends gathered together to enjoy a meal in pleasant company; and many stories were shared of the times that had passed, and they were happy ones, for this was a moment of joy. Whilst Lindir had not shared with Arwen what exactly went down in the Golden Woods, but Erestor was glad to say that he was in a far better mood now than when he had arrived back, but that the minstrel had said not to disturb him the next few days unless The Dagor Dagorath had come early. Be that as it may, she had plenty of other tales to share, and so did the others.

Glorfindel recounted the Great Battle of the Snowball Field, as it had become known amongst the children, to the delighted laughter of Arwen, and Erestor had to hide his own amusement behind a drink so it would not go to his head; Elladan and Elrohir told of another incident with Glorfindel, that had the older elf flushing and avoiding the intense glare of his lord, and Erestor quick to join in with more before Glorfindel retaliated. By the time they finally parted, the hour was late but their spirits high.

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for your celebration, can i request lindir with his husband trying ( & succeeding ) in showing him how much he loves an adores him? i feel like there are times where lindir would get insecure & worried in their marriage that his husband could do better. M!Reader is clearly having none of it, he’d move mountains themselves for lindir, so he spends the entire day-night just proving/worshiping lindir.

Hello, my dear! Here it is! I hope you enjoy it:

It wasn’t anything specific that made you notice Lindir’s insecurities. No, nothing gargantuan that truly sent off a lightbulb in your head as an ‘aha, this is the problem’. It was the little things.

It started with him not attending dinners with you in public, but rather seeking refuge in his study, then came the subconscious pulling away from your affections if in front of others. Following this were the lingering stares, the gentle tug on the corners of his mouth that would only ever go away when you would wrap your arms around him.

And then finally it hit you when you saw his frown deepen and his brow furrow in thought when a young elleth approached to ask questions about the newest event Elrond was planning. Truly innocent. However, the hand on your arm and the polite smile that came to your lips made Lindir think ever different.

“He deserves better,” You recalled him muttering to himself, anger filling your being as you watched his eyes cast downward. He could not see that you truly only cared for him.

That’s when you decided to begin your plan.

You awoke him with gentle kisses to his eyelids, caressing lips pecking small but meaningful kisses down the front of his cheeks before moving to where his cheekbones meet his temples, a grin pulling on your face as Lindir’s eyes opened.

“Good morning,” You muttered before cupping his cheek in your hand, tilting his face ever so slightly so your lips could slot against his.

Lindir responded by melting into you, a pleased sigh leaving him as you rubbed a soothing thumb over his jaw.

“Good morning to you too,” He uttered, slightly out of breath as he looked at you with wide eyes and a soft smile, a rosy blush developing on his cheeks.

“What was that for?” He questioned, feeling flustered all over as you simply cuddled up to his side.

“No special reason,” You replied, voice soft as you held him to you. “Just wanted to give you extra love, that’s all,” You murmured as you began to press more kisses into his skin.

“Oh?” His voice was teasing, but you could tell he was genuinely suspicious of your sudden affections.

“Mhm,” You made a noise of agreement to your previous statement, peppering kisses across his shoulder and collar.

“I don’t believe you,” Lindir joked, but you could tell from his previous insecurities he was concerned, and one thing you knew after all this time was that Lindir enjoyed knowing what you were going to do next- so this sudden change in your behavior, a more present form of affection, startled him and left him feeling as if he was about to go overboard.

“Well that’s alright,” You replied, pulling back to look at him, briefly pausing to tuck a hair that was in his face behind his ear.

“You don’t need to believe me, I will simply show you.”

After an hour or so of kissing and cuddling, murmuring your affections into his skin, Lindir was truly flustered but melting in your embrace, heart feeling reassured and cared for.

His ears were tinted red and feeling warm to the touch, as well as his whole face flushing every time you pressed a kiss to his skin. But with each kiss, each whisper, each squeeze, the insecurities that mounted on his shoulders for weeks now were pushed off like boulders down a mountain.

“I believe I must get to work now, my love,” He spoke, body not really wanting to leave your side but his anxious brain reminded him of how much paperwork he left on his desk last night.

“You’ll be happy to know that you have the day off,” That was another part of your plan, schedule the day off with Elrond so you two didn’t have to go anywhere.

Lindir didn’t know whether to feel frightened or excited by your grin as you propped yourself above his form, eyes twinkling as you stared at him.

“You are all mine today, Melda (beloved).”