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middleearthpixie · 11 months

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Hello! ^^ Can you write a first time smut for Lindir x female elf reader? They both fell in love with each other and they take their time exploring each other's bodies. Super soft and gentle, from Lindir's perspective. Please!🙏 Thank you 💙

Hi there, Nonny! I'm sorry it took me so long, but here it is and I hope you enjoy it.

Moonlight

Summary: You and Lindir consummate your romance…

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: Lindir x fem!elf reader

Warning: oral sex (m/f receiving), unprotected intercourse

Rating: M

Word Count: 3.4k

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A cool breeze wafted gently through the treetops, the rustle of the leafy canopies blending seamlessly with the chirp of crickets and the throaty growls of the frogs that called the various lakes and fountains home. The night sky looked spangled, the sparkling stars looking like diamonds that had been strewn about along a bed of inky black velvet.

Lindir cupped a hand about a thick white pillar candle, trying to shield it from the wind as he attempted to light it. It took several tries, but finally, the wick caught and held long enough for him to slip the glass cylinder over it to protect it from the wind. He set it on the low, white stone wall that ringed the small courtyard just off his chambers, where it joined nearly a dozen of its brethren, their small golden flames flickering every now and then, but their dance did not include bending to the wind or succumbing to it, thankfully.

His gut churned with a nervousness he’d not felt in what seemed like a lifetime. He could not recall the last time his stomach was in such knots, which was silly, really. You had been a couple for a while now, and saw one another on a daily basis. You’d shared a few kisses, but that was all.

Until this night.

He looked over at the large fleecy blanket spread out across the lush green grass. A bottle of wine chilled in an ice bucket to the side. Two goblets stood beside said bucket, just waiting to be filled. He’d set out the candles.

Now, he waited.

Then, he heard your steps on the grass and smiled even as his heart sped up. Even as his mouth went drier than it had ever been. Even as those knots instead became butterflies and without even seeing you yet, his blood seemed to rush warmer through his veins.

“Oh, how lovely.”

His heart skipped a beat as you came into the courtyard by way of the gate. The moonlight shone silver upon you and he knew he’d never seen anyone as beautiful as you were right then. “I thought the candles might be a bit too much. Are they?”

You shook your head. “Not at all.”

You crossed over to where he stood, stopping before him to smile. “I think they look lovely.”

“Good. I was a bit… nervous. I should hate to have to explain to Lord Elrond how and why I burned down the whole of Rivendell.”

“What would you tell him?”

He reached for you, catching your hand in his, and drew you into his arms. “I’d blame you.”

“He would never believe it.”

“Never say never. I can be quite convincing when need be.”

You gazed up at him. “I’m a bit nervous, I confess.”

“You needn’t be,” he assured you. “But, if you’d rather not tonight, we can always—”

“No, I didn't say that,” you were quick to reply. “I am just being silly.”

“Would it help if I was to ask for your hand first?” A hint of teasing wound into his smooth, low voice. “That way you’d know I am not going to disappear on you come sunrise.”

“Lindir! What a thing to say. Do you think that is what I’m thinking?”

“I hope not. But, just in case. Will you marry me?”

“You know the answer is yes.”

“Very well. Now you have no reason to fear, my darling. You have said yes and you are not forever stuck with me.”

“Oh, no,” you replied dryly, trying, but failing, to look utterly serious, “I have made a terrible mistake.”

“Liar.” He leaned in to sweep your lips with his. He’d meant it to be but a gentle, innocent kiss, but the moment he felt your soft lips against his, he had no choice but to press his a bit harder to yours.

You melted against him, parting your lips and he released a hand to slip his arm about your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your firm breasts pressed against his chest, heating his blood as it slowly changed course in his veins, tightening every fiber, every sinew and tendon, as he responded to just that pressure.

You wound your arms about his neck, welcoming the silken soft stroke of his tongue along yours. His kiss deepened, and when you traced your fingernails lightly along the back of his neck, he shivered against you and sighed heavily into your mouth.

He could resist temptation no longer, the hand he’d splayed across your back sliding down to curve against your backside. He cupped a cheek, pulled you firmly against him, and it was your turn to sigh as that telltale bulge of his erection ground into you to create an altogether new and delicious ache deep inside.

His hand slid up, the other one joining it at your shoulders, where his nimble fingers made quick work of the row of tiny buttons that trailed from the neckline of your gown almost to the small of your back. The fabric parted, the cool breeze skittering across your bare skin as he skimmed his hands outward and the material poured from you to pool at your feet.

You stood naked before him and he almost moaned aloud at the sight—at the high, proud breasts with their already-beading nipples, the curve of your waist and the slope of your hips. Just the sight of you was enough to make his blood scorch through his veins as it flowed south now, his manhood responding to give him away, should you lower your gaze.

But you didn’t. You held his and that served only to fire his lust further. Without shyness or hesitation, he let his gaze roam over you and smiled as he murmured, “You are so beautiful, my love.”

“Thank you,” you whispered back, and then you caught your bottom lip between your teeth when he reached out to cup your left breast. He was so gentle, his fingers dancing along the delicate skin, his thumb slipping lightly about your nipple, which tightened even further beneath his touch.

His fingers tightened about that breast, kneaded it gently, and then leaned in to sweep his lips down along your neck. You tilted your head to the side to allow easier access, and his kisses came softly hot against your increasingly sensitive skin. He punctuated each kiss with a teasing nip, and soothed that with a flick of his tongue.

His thumb slipped about your nipple again, then caught it between thumb and forefinger to roll until you gasped. It was amazing to see how tight it beaded beneath his touch, how you responded when he gave a gentle tug, and when he leaned over to take it in his mouth? You shoved a hand into his hair, twisted your fingers into the length, and gave a tug that sent a sharp zing across his scalp. But that only heightened his arousal for you, only made him want to explore you further, to see what else would make you pull his hair and arch hard against him.

He took his time, let his lips caress each delectable inch of you as slowly as he could, which was no easy feat, as the very sight of you, the scent of you, the feel of you—warm and soft—against him was enough to drive him mad with desire. But, he wanted you to feel that same fairy desire, wanted you to ache for him the way he did for you. This was not only your first time with him, but your first time ever, and he wanted it to be as magical for you as he could make it.

He caught you in his arms, maneuvered you onto the soft blanket, and came over you gently. His lips found yours, his kiss hot and teasing and slow and he fought back a sigh as your lips parted and he slid his tongue along yours again. You tasted of sweet strawberries and he took his time exploring your mouth, drawing your tongue back into his own to savor that heady sweetness for himself.

He swept his lips down over your chin, down the front of your neck, which bowed as he caressed the sensitive flesh. He continued down, moving slowly along you body, kissing his way along your creamy soft skin, burnished ivory in the candlelight, his lips smoking a path along the inner curve of the breast he’d been teasing. With each sigh that wafted to your lips, each hitch of your breath, he grew bolder. Your body fascinated him, so soft and curvy, and as he kissed his way down, he sank to his knees before you. A hint of wildflowers and musk floated up to tease his senses. Your scent. Yours and yours alone.

“My love,” he breathed, drawing back to gaze down at you, at the way your hair glinted in the moonlight, fanned out beneath you. Your eyes were heavy-lidded and sensual, your lips full and pouty from his kisses. “You have no idea how often I’ve envisioned this moment.”

“Do tell,” you whispered, your lashes fluttering against the pale expanse of your cheeks.

“I’ve dreamed of it. Of you. Lying just as you are now, bathed in silvery moonlight, a temptress amongst women.”

Heat crept into your cheeks even as you smiled. “You do have a golden tongue, my love, know you this?”

“I speak only the truth,” he whispered, letting his fingers trail lightly along the rise of your left breast. You sucked in a sharp breath, and he repeated the motion, smiling as he held your gaze even as he cupped your breast, slid his thumb harder about that aching bead, then worked down along the curve of your waist, over the rise of your hip. Each caress left you more languid than the one before it. Each one had you pressing your thighs together because the sensations offered up a hint of relief from the maddening tightness of arousal. You wanted to grab his hand, to guide it to that ache between your legs, but hesitated. What if he thought you wanton for aching to be touched there? What if he found you too brazen for wanting that arousal sated?

So, you bit down on your bottom lip as he continued his leisurely exploration of your body, as he moved slowly down along your thigh, over the back of it, to that sensitives patch just behind your knee. You couldn't help your sigh, which made him smile and switch direction, now skimming long the back of your calf. Up toward your backside. Over the rise of that cheek. Back down. You shivered against him, which spurred him on even further. As he drew closer to those curls at the apex of your thighs, he looked up and whispered, “I love you.”

You smiled, a hand curving against his cheek as you murmured back, “I love you, too.”

He winked then, and moved lower, his lips following in the path of his fingers—thigh, knee, calf—each kiss followed by a hot, teasing swirl of his tongue.

He moved over your thigh and you bit down harder on your lip now. You ached with wanting him, the achy tightness between your legs growing damper with each caress. Everything inside you hummed with the need for him to quench the fires he sparked to life.

Your soft mewl didn't pass unnoticed and it took every bit of will he had to keep moving slowly. He felt your dampness. The scent of your arousal grew stronger still, as if trying to guide him to where you wanted him to be.

He followed that guide, leaning in to graze your inner thigh with a teasing kiss. Your legs parted of their own and he almost signed at the heavy musky scent that filled his nose. Wildflowers. Honey. The most enticing of perfumes greeted him, welcomed him.

Lured him in.

He bent to you, his nose brushing the damp curls between your thighs. Fire swirled through him at the soft gasp that reached his ears when he slipped a fingertip into that wet heat. Slick. Hot. Enticing. He ached for a taste and so bent to you to slip the tip of his tongue into your folds, tracing along the curve of that satiny bead nestled within them. Your hand sank into his hair, spurring him on, encouraging him to caress you slowly, increasing the pressure against you as you sighed and moaned beneath him.

Your hips moved with him, and he responded by flicking the tip of his tongue over that silken pearl, and when you grew wetter still, he let his fingers slip through that slick, stroking toward your opening. You moaned softly again as he eased his finger inside you, teasing you, caressing you inside and out, as you quivered around him. You thrust your fingers into his hair once more, twisting even harder now, your hips rolling slowly toward him to meet each caress. He was in no hurry, savoring every moan that bubbled to your lips, every drop of arousal that clung to his tongue, and he knew you grew close to your release in the way you moved with him.

“Lindir…” Your breathless whisper rose into the gilded darkness. You trembled against him, your fingers twisting harder now, your breath rapid as you arched to meet each slow, teasing thrust of his tongue. He laved along that delicate pearl, gentle at first, but as you whispered “Yes…” he licked harder. Faster. He slipped his fingers into your slick, and when he found what he sought, he slid a finger inside you and smiled as you tightened around it. You sank against him as he continued his onslaught, stroking until he found that small swelling along your front wall and teased it as you pulsed around him.

“Lindir!” You shattered, your release as sweet as your arousal and he was relentless in his caresses as you throbbed around him, trembling and pleading with him to not stop. As if he would. Your cries of pleasure were the sweetest music to his ears and while he ached to find his own relief, he was in no hurry to end yours, either.

He slipped his finger free as you stilled against him and when you sank to your knees to meet his gaze, you whispered, “My turn,” and offered up a smile that turned his knees to jelly.

A hand pressed into his chest urged him onto his back on the soft blanket and he smiled as you straddled his hips and caught his hands in yours before pinning them to the blanket on either side of his head.

Your lips claimed his and as you deepened your kiss, you slid your hands free to catch his tunic by its hem. You shoved upwards, breaking the kiss only long enough to whisk it over his head and then, when you came flush against him, he couldn’t hold back his moan. Your breasts, with those rosy beaded nipples, pressed into his skin, made the ache twisting his insides even worse. Your heat beckoned him, his hips rising to meet it, the pressure offering a bit of relief, but not nearly enough.

His eyes closed as you moved down along him, trailing kisses over the smooth, warm skin his bared chest, and when you swirled your tongue along his left nipple, it was almost his undoing. He had no idea how sensitive his own were until then, and his entire body ached with the need to be inside yours, to feel that wet heat tight about him.

Your hair spilled across his chest, warm and silken, and he buried his hands in it, let the gossamer strands caress him as you did. His head spun from the slow, teasing kisses you rained down over his belly, to the waist of his trousers.

Then you looked up and smiled as you unfastened them. As you gripped them. As you tugged them down and he sprang free from them, hard and proud and begging for your attention.

Your name rose to his lips as you bent over and your lips closed about him. Your tongue moved slowly up from his base to his tip, your lips teased where your tongue did not, and when you gave a gentle pull…

He twisted his fingers in your hair as ever fiber in his body tensed, as the need for release tightened about him like a powerful fist, squeezing and pulsing with each stroke, with each teasing pull. White lights danced before him, and when you traced your fingernails along his sides? His moan rose like a mist into the air. His hips rose to meet each caress. The ache inside him grew stronger and more demanding and he had to force his eyes open as he gazed up at you. “Please… I need you…”

You pulled away, a look of utter satisfaction on your face as you whispered, “Need me for what?”

He smiled. “I think you know, love.”

He came up then, his lips seizing yours, his chest pressing into yours to urge you onto your back once more and as you obliged, your legs parted to let his hips settle between them.

You felt the silken steel of his erect member slip into your folds, slide along your aching, overly sensitive flesh, and you shivered beneath him as he moaned above you. You teetered on the precipice. There was no going back now.

He caught your lips in a lingering kiss and you felt the gentle probe as he positioned himself. You were so tight about him, the resistance greater than he’d thought it would be. He drew in a deep breath and thrust, and you cried out at the brief sting of his breeching you. Then he went still, and you whispered, “What is it?”

“I love you,” he whispered back, then began moving inside you, each thrust slow and controlled, and little by little, the stinging ebbed and only pleasure remained.

And what pleasure it was! It swelled within you both, fiery and hot and sweet, and with each thrust, that pleasure grew. It engulfed both of you, driving you both closer to the edge of madness.

Your heat fed his. His fed yours. He surged harder now, tensing as his climax took root. It began in the soles of his feet and worked its way up like a rolling wave of thunder, and all he saw was you, your eyes sparkling, your cheeks flushed. You were close. He felt it in the way you tightened about him, the way you pulled him deeper still and throbbed around him once more.

Everything inside him tightened. Twisted. Threatened to drive him insane as his climax bore down upon him. He couldn’t put it off, had no choice but to surrender to the inevitable as you squeezed him with a powerful rhythm and your fingernails dug into his chest. You tensed about him.

He twisted his fists into the blanket beneath you, arched hard, and climaxed with a blazing fury that had him moaning and shuddering above you, that had him going rigid from the force of spilling hard inside you and you eagerly accepted it, pulsing and throbbing around him. You clung to him, your fingernails digging deep into his back. Your surrender met his and as he sank against you, you wrapped him in your arms as if you would never let him go.

You fought for breath, as did he, and you held him as he trembled against you. Smoothing his hair away from his temple, you murmured, “I do love you.”

“Oh, I love you, too…”

“I think we should do this again.”

You smiled as he lifted his head to stare at you incredulously. “Already?”

“Well, perhaps we should wait a few minutes,” you amended. “At least my head clears. I might faint otherwise.”

“Probably a wise idea.”

“I thought so.” You tightened your arms about him, and it all just felt so perfect, so right. You were where you belonged and you were not about to let him go. Not ever, if possible. No moment had ever been so perfect, as the one you shared with him in the moonlight on the most romantic night of your life.

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lovefairymina · 4 months

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*Accidentally swears in front of Linder.*

You did not hear that.

*squishes his cheeks.*

Don't repeat that word, okay? Lord Elrond will kill me if he finds out I taught you to swear. You are too adorable and innocent for this.

Gingerly prying your hands off his cheeks and cupping them in a soft embrace, he chuckled. “Meleth, I'm not a baby who hasn't heard such crudeness before, especially when Lord Erestor and the twins exists.”

#♡{sweet.hugs} ~ {lindir}#lindir #lindir imagine #lindir x you #lindir x y/n #lindir of imladris #minstrel of imladris #imladris #rivendell #lotr imagines #middle earth imagine

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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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lem0nshark-writes · 1 year

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"Winter Coat"

Lindir x Male Reader

Type: fluff

Word count: 1890

Warnings: fluff, reader's an elf, some comedy, reader's in Rivendell's patrol guard, reader and Lindir are courting, reader and Lindir being cute boyfriends, reader's bit clumsy

Summary: something fluffy with the best boi

A/N: Lately been reading a lot of @/aeonianarchives (on tumblr) x reader fics and they inspired me writing this little fic hehe do check their fics out they are really good! 👀 anyways I was gonna post this for Christmas but yeah XD anyways for New Years it is XD Also I wish all those who celebrate a Merry Christmas and all you a Happy New Year! 💕💕

Translations: meleth nin - my love

"Oh meleth nin what has happened to you?" you let out surprised, walking swiftly towards Lindir who had just entered the front door of your small home, his winter great robe ripped from his lower back almost to his knees, one side of his robe underneath drenched in a cold wet smear of frost and rainwater, stressed out expression on his face.

"I was just enjoying some fresh morning air and the beautiful winter view outside and as I was heading back I slipped on the frozen patch on the floor... and ripped my robes in the process too..." he looked so visibly embarrassed with his heated up red cheeks and ears.

"Oh, my darling-", you moved your hands from where they stood holding his shoulders and hugged him tightly.

"How embarrassing..." he quietly let out into your shoulder, arms weakly hugging back.

"Oh it is alright it can happen to anyone," you comforted him, knowing his racing mind would see it as such a big deal when it really wasn't, "Don't you remember last year when I was late for my patrol and was rushing to meet up with Erestor and my foot slipped and I slid all the way right to his feet on my back nearly knocking him over too? And even lord Elrond witnessed that as well, along with you?" you chuckled and grinned a little remembering your embarassing situation, whose consequences followed you for quite some time afterwards with your patrol mates.

Lindir through his flushed cheeks bursted into laughter and giggles, covering his mouth slightly with his hand trying not to laugh at you but the memory was too funny to be able not to, "I'm sorry-," he managed to let out through his laughter.

"No it's alright it was really funny," you laughed along with him, "I did get onto polishing duty that night as a punishment but it was really funny nevertheless," you grinned.

"Yeah, I thought you slid all the way down some hill and Erestor had to pull you out by your armour and that's why you were late that night," Lindir burst into laughter again and you laughed along at the joke on your expense.

"Honestly at one point it was really close," you grinned and started to remove Lindir's great robe off his shoulders, as the two of you finally calmed down from your laughing fit.

"Whatever shall we do with your robes, my little bird? You don't have any other ones thick enough for this cold."

"Yes, but I will be alright don't worry, just going to wear an extra layer underneath-" Lindir began but you cut him off quickly.

"Nonesense, I'll take your coat to get fixed and till then-" you stopped rummaging through your closet, as Lindir quickly changed into new clean robes, pulling something out and getting up and handing him your brand new patrol winter cloak you were gifted recently, its back graced with the well known intricately embroidered crest with a mighty presence of it's own, "-you shall wear mine," you smiled happily.

Lindir looked at your cloak in bit of a shock blushing slightly, "No I-I can't- It's brand new and-"

"Come on darling, everyone knows we're courting, I think. Unless you wish to carry me draped around your shoulders as a coat to warm you up all day? But then you'd have to explain Erestor why I'm not on patrol all day," you grinned then smiled widely.

"You dummy harebrained elf," he chuckled, "Fine I will take it. But I know I'll get so many questions and comments and gazes about it."

"Even better, then you can brag about your sexy boyfriend to everyone."

He blushed at your comment and the funny pose you called "sexy" that you did while saying that, "You silly elf."

You smiled at him warmly, loving to see him smiling and laughing and happy, it made you whole being warm and fluffy on the inside and your heart skip a beat, just like the moment you first laid your eyes on him.

He caught your gaze and blushed again, lips spreading into a beautiful smile.

You smiled even more, slowly coming closer to him and placing a long kiss on his lips before fixing your robe onto his shoulders.

He blushed, looking at you doing it and standing still as you did.

You smiled once you did, taking a look at him, "My sir Lindir you're looking quite dashing today," you spun him around and proceeded to kiss the back of his hand afterwards when he turned back around.

He chuckled and blushed again, "You dummy-"

You grinned at him, pulling him close to your armour-clad chest and hugging him tightly, swaying a bit as if to music as you did, humming a little, "I don't wish to go to work, can't we stay indoors and cuddle all day?"

"I wish.." Lindir murmured through the fabric of your cloak, his face stuffed into your shoulder, " but we should get going. Lord Elrond must be wondering where I am already, and I'm sure Erestor is waiting for you too."

"Mhhh.. you're right," you let out a whine before responding.

Giving him a forehead smooch you peeled yourself off of him and fixed him up, him doing the same to you with a smile.

"Ready?" you asked, sighing a bit dreading the cold outside.

"Yes," Lindir chimed in agreement.

"Let's go then, I'll walk you to lord Elrond's, can't have you slipping and falling again and Eru forbid hurting yourself," you said as you draped your arm around his shoulder as he grabbed a couple of books of the table and then leading you both out, closing the door behind you two once you got out.

"Ah you don't have to, I'll be fine, I'll be more careful-"

"Nu-uh, I won't hear it," you mused intertwining your arms with his.

He sighed knowing there's no arguing with you when his safety is in question and the two of you made your way to Elrond's study where Lindir usually finds him in the morning.

As the two of you made your way through the passageways and halls Lindir's cheeks only grew hotter and hotter as passing elves shot him gazes and smiles.

You returned the smiles when glances were caught and only pulled Lindir closer, proud to have him as your boyfriend and so very proud to be seen with him.

Lindir too was very proud of having you as his and calling you his own, but he just got flustered very easily and was very very shy, despite how long the two of you have been together.

Whenever he'd look away shy you'd just rub the back of his hand reassuringly and shot him a warm smile, melting all his insecurities and bad thoughts away.

The two of you safely found your way to Elrond's study, halting at the big intricately carved wooden door.

"This is where we part meleth nin, all safe and sound," you smiled, placing a soft kiss on his forehead, which made his cheeks heat up and smile warmly.

"Yes, thank you for walking me to here, now rush off to Erestor before he gets mad," he spoke, worried for you getting a punishment for your inattentiveness to the time, "but be careful on frozen bits, don't need you scooping up Erestor this time."

You chuckled, "I won't.. hopefully-," you grinned interrupted by a clearing of a throat beside you.

"I see you've brought my assistant to me safe and sound," lord Elrond stood by half-opened door of his study, sly amused smirk plastered on his face, gaze landing on the long cloak draped across Lindir's back.

Lindir blushed so quickly, eyes widening at the thought of his lord seeing the displays of affection the two of you just shared.

"Yes my lord, I hope you don't mind," you smiled at him and then at Lindir, who was having a internal panic attack.

"Oh not at all," Elrond smiled, grinning slightly, his smile getting wider when his eyes landed on Lindir.

"Now I must leave, patrol awaits," you smiled at them both, shooting a loving gaze at Lindir, not wanting to attack him with kisses right in front of Elrond so he doesn't die of hyperventilation, "my lord," you took a little bow towards Elrond before turning on your heels and taking off towards the meetup spot.

"Haste your step, Erestor has already come asking for you," Elrond chimed after you, "and watch your step too," he commented, reminding you of your past incident.

"Thank you my lord, I shall," you blushed a little on his comment, bit embarrassed he still remembers that, and rushed off to Erestor.

Later that evening you returned quite late to your warm home, words of you day having had come to Lindir already.

Lindir was reading a book by the fireplace, two cups of hot freshly brewed tea on a small table besides him.

Hearing you opening the front door he stood up, smiling at you before making his way towards you, "Quite late this time, rough day?"

You let out a small whine as you slumped down on your spot, " You heard?.."

"Yes. Infamous Y/n strikes again, and this time doesn't miss," Lindir let out a chuckle, straightening you up and pulling you into a big warm hug which you gladly returned.

"It was so embarrassing, he landed right on top of me, and I got extra two hours of polishing duty as punishment," you whined, stuffing your face into his neck.

"So I've heard," he chuckled, rubbing your back comfortingly till you finally straightened and pulled away.

"How was your day? Did someone tease you about the cloak? Were you warm?"

"I-I was," he blushed a little, "so many people stared at me, and kept murmuring about it, even lord Elrond commented-" he blushed profoundly.

"What did he say?" you smiled, listening to your rambling boyfriend.

"He said I look nice in it, that it suits me," Lindir blushed even more.

You chuckled and grinned, "See? I told you."

"Hngghh," now it was Lindir's time to whine as he covered his face with his hands.

You chuckled and pulled him into a big tight hug, smooching the top of his head lovingly and then resting your cheek on top of it.

"Now let's not ponder on it, lets rather relax instead," you smiled, leading his form towards the cozy warm living room.

"I guess you are right," he sighed, "I made tea."

"Oh how wonderful, I love your teas, you make the best ones," you smiled excitedly, moving to your shared bedroom and removing your armour and setting it in it's place and getting all cozy and comfy in some casual robes quickly.

"Cuddles?" you asked with hopeful eyes as you returned to the living room, finding that Lindir has already gotten comfy in front of the fireplace, waiting for you.

"Cuddles," Lindir returned with a smile, blushing slightly.

You grinned widely and flopped besides him, pulling his body close and wrapping your arms around his waist as he chuckled and smiled at you. The two of you finally enjoying your evening with some tea and a good book and of course some very much needed and deserved cuddles.

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sanisse · 2 years

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For Kinktober- Lindir + mommy kink? 👀

This one got long but I was in my feelings about it. Thank you for this lovely prompt choice!! Lindir is just…Hngg. So soft. So sweet. He’s perfect for this one. If there are typos I’m so sorry I wrote this at 2AM in the throes of a bout of insomnia.

KINTOBER 06. - MOMMY KINK - LINDIR X READER

Spice level: 🌶🌶🌶🌶🌶(fluffy but also a bit filthy tbh)

Warnings/Notes: MD/lb dynamics (not heavy but it is present), overstimulation, very very very very mild consent play (with a safeword check-in). It’s absolutely nothing heavy. Lindir just asks the reader to push him past his limits because it helps him personally to reach subspace. Lots of aftercare! this is much more of a soft dominance hurt/comfort bent than anything else. As much as I do enjoy wrecking Lindir, this concept had me no thoughts head empty.

Translations: naneth - mom/mommy, tithen pen - little one, gwinig - baby boy, tithen melda - little love, mîr - jewel/treasure

Lindir lies curled against you, face tucked beneath your chin as you stroke his back, his hair, his ear. He’s exhausted today. Elrond does his best not to overwork him, but Lindir often pushes himself too hard against Elrond’s best efforts to make sure he doesn’t.

You took one look at him the second he entered the chambers you two share and ordered him straight to bed. Lindir had protested. You wouldn’t hear it. You had coaxed him there, promising to hold him. The second you had pulled up into your arms, he had started to cry.

He apologizes for it when he finds his voice again. You shush him and tell him that you don’t mind. That he can cry if he needs to. You know it’s his body’s natural response to the sheer anxiety that’s always lurking in his mind. He has so much trouble shutting his brain off. The tears are catharsis. Release.

When he finally seems to have cried his fill, you dry his face and get him a glass of water, then hold him again. Lindir obediently drinks what you give him, shucks himself out of his clothes to get more comfortable, then curls back around you. He feels so delicate. And still, he still holds tension in his spine. Like an overwound clock, his heart ticks frantically against yours.

“You need to rest,” you remind him, tone half-scolding.

“I know,” Lindir says miserably.

You card through his hair. Still, he is so tense. You ask: “Can you relax your shoulders for me, tithen pen? Take a deep breath? Really slowly?”

He presses a bit closer at the endearment, blushing but pleased. He likes to have tasks handed to him. It gives him something tangible to think about. He sucks in air, then lets it out in a hiss. It’s not ideal, but it’s something. You feel his body loosen a little in your arms.

“Good boy,” you murmur, and kiss his forehead.

Lindir lets out a tiny whine and melts. You feel his cock stir against your stomach. You can’t help a soft sound of surprise. You don’t mean to rile him up. You just know how much he likes to hear that.

“Please,” he whispers. “Could we— could you—? I just need things to be simple for a time? I—I cannot—“

You croon another comforting noise and hold him a little tighter. Sweetening your voice, you ask him: “Do you want naneth to take care of you? To make you feel good?”

Lindir mewls and nods, flushing to the tips of his ears, suddenly so hard.

You kiss his forehead again, then guide him to sit upright with you and draw him into your lap. Lindir rests his head against your breast and closes his eyes, just listening to your heartbeat.

He is so pretty and perfect it hurts. Like he’s made out of porcelain, cheeks painted rosy pink, mouth plush and soft and slightly parted. He gasps and jerks when reach down and pet his cock with the crook of your finger.

“Please, naneth—“ he begs.

You lift his head by his chin to kiss him on the mouth. “I’ve got you. Relax for me, gwinig. Can you be good for me?”

Lindir nods frantically and remembers to take another deep breath.

He shivers as you close your hand around his cock and stroke him. Your pace is slow, has him bucking up into your hand, dissolving into noise, incoherant and gilded with sweat.

“Does it feel good, tithen melda?”

Lindir nods again. “C-can I—?”

“Yes,” you tell him.

He splits apart only half a minute later with a gorgeous high-pitched yelp, shaking. You gasp in delight and keep stroking him right through it. Speeding until he’s sobbing again, but this time from pleasure.

“Can you do another for me?” you ask him.

You want to wear him out. You want to wring him dry.

Lindir weakly moans and nods.

This time, you’re faster, harsher. You know Lindir likes a bit of pain mingled with his pleasure. Lindir just says thank you, thank you, thank you and cants up into your hand, then comes again with a ruined moan that you swallow with a kiss.

“Good boy. You are doing so well for me,” you tell him. So proud of you, gwinig.”

He moans again. His cock gives a halfhearted little twitch, leaking all over your hand. You draw up to tease the head, now raw and red and oversensitive, and Lindir squirms in your lap, whimpering, but makes no protest.

“I want you to take another,” you whisper in his ear. “Your body’s all overworked and we need to wear you out so you can sleep, alright?”

Lindir wails into your shoulder, trembling.

“I—I can’t, naneth,” he pleads.

You still your hand, frowning, and drop your tone to something softer. “Can you tell me a color, gwinig? Please?”

Sometimes he likes to be pushed past his protestations. It helps him to get out of his own head. Still, you want to make absolutely sure that’s what he wants you to do.

“Green,” Lindir breathes back.

“You’re positive?”

He nods and reaches up to loop his arms around your neck, crowding even closer to you, like he wants to slip inside and live there. Like you’re his whole world. You let out a relieved breath and start to toy with the tip of his cock again.

“You can,” you tell him, “You can do it. I am going to count down from twenty and you’re going to come for me again. Do you think you can do that for me, gwinig?”

The sound Lindir lets out is absolutely filthy. He rolls his hips and begs: “Please—“

“Use your words, mîr.”

“Don’t stop,” he pants.

You cradle the back of his head and keep him pressed to your chest as you stroke him, letting him reach up and palm your breast as he whimpers, pure liquid in your arms, twitching like he wants to both get away and thrust up into your fist.

You count. You count. You count.

Twenty, nineteen, eighteen, seventeen…

Lindir’s grabs onto your other arm, clawing at it for purchase, too overwhelmed and overstimulated to do anything else.

Sixteen, fifteen, fourteen, thirteen…

You draw up to make a fist around the head and milk him. Lindir jerks. His hand curls around your wrist so hard he draws blood. You don’t mind.

Twelve, eleven, ten, nine…

“Please,” he whimpers, “Please, naneth— I can’t—“

You pause. Reassure: “You can. You can do it. You can be so good. You’re doing so well, gwinig. So close. Just a bit longer. Can you do that for me?”

He keens at the praise and melts again. When he nods, you say good boy, and I have you and keep pushing him higher and higher all the way to:

Five, four, three, two…

ONE.

“Come,” you command.

He lets out a long, tortured sound, shudders, hammers up into your hand to drive himself the rest of the way, to obey — because that’s all he ever wants. He loves it. Loves how nothing matters in this moment except for the buzz in his skull. The consuming lightning that strikes his cock when he falls apart, shattering with a wrecked, high-pitched, hoarse scream. He comes dry. There’s nothing left to give, and you know you finally have him where he wants to be: in that fuzzy, warm, content, simple place where his mind will finally give him some peace.

“There you are,” you soothe, “Good boy, Lindir. Well done.”

You draw him back up into your arms. He clings to you as you rub his back through the aftershocks, massaging his shoulders and neck.

When he finally finds the energy, he mumbles: “Can we have scones? Will you read to me?“

You smile and kiss his head. “You can have whatever you want, sweet boy.”

Half an hour and a hot bath later, Lindir sits cocooned in the duvet, sleepily munching on scones while you read him his favorite book.

#Lindir #lindir x reader #Lindir x You #the hobbit x you #LOTR x you #sanisse's kinktober 2022

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elithilanor · 2 years

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Imagines for Elves Responses to a Reader Suffering Sensory Overload (from a person who suffers from sensory overload and overstimulation) p3

Legolas: Cuddler. Story-teller. Braider.

Legolas is *such* a worrier. Like sure, he’s a fun, risky, dorky elf, but he worries about those he cares about especially watching his father and forest declining.

He sees you remove yourself from the celebration in the tavern and he frowns and immediately follows; he noticed that you’d been more out of sorts as the evening wore on and the excitement and noise level grew.

When he finds you in the corridor to your rooms, hands shaking as you try to press the key into the lock, he takes it from you with gentle hands and swiftly unlocks the door before ushering you inside. He stokes the fire then piles you with blankets before the presses against you, arms tightly holding you as you bury yourself in his chest.

He speaks softly so as not to unsettle you and weaves the stories that were passed down between the Silvan elves about the stars and sun and trees. He speaks of his home, of Greenwood the Great, and it’s beauty. He speaks of his siblings and the terrors they inflicted upon their father. As you drift to sleep, he runs his fingers through your hair and braids it back from your face so the strands won’t bother you as you sleep.

Glorfindel: Bright. Warm. Humorous.

This elf is full of laughter and warm eyes and kind romantic gestures. He loves (and loses) with his full heart and puts his everything into your relationship. Most would think that he never is quiet except when he’s tearing through enemies on the battlefield, but that’s a lie. He’s quiet when he’s relaxed and he’s quiet when you’re asleep. But, most of all, he’s quiet when you need him to be.

As a soldier reborn, he’s used to seeing the side effects of war on those he cares about so he’s very well-versed in what to do, be it friend, soldier, or partner. As a partner, he’s first try soft humor and warm kisses to try and pull his partner out of any sensory overload. If that doesn’t work, he’s a big hugger. He’s also likely to get you into a bath and brush out your hair.

His secret, however, is lying on you and crushing you with his body weight (middle earth’s version of weighted blankets is elves pass it on). He’s gentle and makes sure to never hurt you, of course. But he knows better than anyone that sometimes the best way to relieve the weight of one’s mind is to place it temporarily somewhere else.

Lindir: Nervous. Unsure. Caring.

Honestly I kind of have a hard time with Lindir. Baby seems stressed and nervous and so I think having a partner who becomes similarly will probably make him really stressed out too. He tried his best to assist you through other means, however, because he loves you and wants to help.

The first time he sees you in overload, he actually panics and gets Lord Elrond. Incredibly useful, but also kind of a lot because he’s they fucking Lord of the Valley, Lindir, dear Valar. The second time, he brought so many snacks and fruit drinks that he had to help you, but the tea helped settle your stomach. The third time, Lindir found some kittens and proceeded to bury you in them.

That worked!! and now he makes sure to keep a roster of all the cats and their kittens in the main house along with the stables and granary so he can bury you if you’re having a rough day.

Erestor: Darkness. Silence. Safety.

Erestor was as typically quiet as you were as typically loud. His eyes tracked you and his lips smiled watching you, but your exuberance was often your own. He preferred the quiet of an empty library. After all, the books spoke their stories loud enough to him. But he never turns you away, instead pulling you close to him and into his office so you both can take refuge from prying eyes.

So in those times when his partner comes to him in distress from the stress of the world or the merrymaking of visiting dwarves, Erestor closes the library and extinguishes all of the braziers except one farthest from you. He’ll sit down with you in a heap of pillows hastily constructed - but always readily available for just these situations - in the center of the tallest shelves and lean back against the books. He says nothing, does nothing, and you watch his measured breaths until you can breathe in again yourself. He’ll start softly touching your hands and arms only when you can come mostly back to yourself. He’ll hold you when you ask but not a moment before.

@sorrow-and-bliss p3

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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.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

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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oda-cipresi · 4 months

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Hello, hello! I've decided to put this blog to better use and start writing more. I will be taking requests and mainly writing for The Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit for now, but I might add another fandom later on.

The main thing I will not be writing is smut or any taboo topics in general. Other than that, I am comfortable with pretty much anything :). I dont know how frequently I will be posting due to the fact that i have many projects for school, but I will try my best

You can request one-shots, headcanons, etc... with any character you want from the series :)

Thank you for reading :D

Cipresa <3

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kat651 · 2 months

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Imagine: Loki finding the Norse mythology book in your room and thinking you’ll be terrified of him now.

(I’ll write a fic for this soon, it’s late rn, I just wanted to get my idea out so I didn’t forget about it)

update: I wrote it!!! You can find it here.

#x reader #kat651 #loki fanfiction #lindir x you #loki x reader #loki x female reader #loki #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #imagine #loki imagine #@ohboyanotherlokiblog

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middleearthpixie · 1 year

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Hello! Can you write something sweet for Lindir x female human reader? Just something cute 💛 Thank you.

Hi there, Nonny! Thank you so much for this. I confess, I have never written Lindir before, so I hope I did him justice for you... 💜

The Fountain

Summary: You and Lindir are reunited, but you aren't certain he still feels the same way about you as he once did...

Pairing: Lindir x fem!reader

Warning: None. Just fluffy fluff

Word Count: 2.3k

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You could barely hear your own thoughts over the racing beat of your heart as the coach rolled over the bridge into Rivendell. It had been years since the last time you laid eyes upon it and you wondered how much it might have changed since then.

Finally, the horses drew to a halt and a footman opened the coach door and brilliant golden sunlight spilled into the dark interior.

You leaned forward, and bit back a smile as Samara said, “Careful. You wouldn’t want to fall headfirst out of the coach in front of Lord Elrond. That’s probably not the impression you wish to make.”

“No, you’re right, it isn’t,” you tapped your left foot, which rippled with pins and needles, “but my blasted foot is asleep, so perhaps you should go first.”

As you’d expected, your maid looked thoroughly horrified, shaking her head as she said, “I could never do that, my lady. Your mother would kill me if she found out.”

“I wouldn’t tell her.”

“She would still find out. She always finds out.”

“Very well.” You gave your foot one last shake, but most of the tingling had stopped so perhaps you weren’t taking too great a risk in putting any weight on it. Either way, you held your breath, reached to grip the side of the coach to steady yourself, and vaulted from the coach.

The pins and needles that had flooded your foot only moments ago now prickled up your leg, but at least you didn't stumble as you found yourself staring up at the footman. You’d forgotten how tall elves were. All of them. There was not a single short elf to be found anywhere in all of Middle Earth. Of that you were certain.

“Welcome to Rivendell.”

A shiver tickled along your spin at the low, smooth voice that you had not heard in forever and when you turned and saw him, you couldn't help your smile as Lindir added, “Foot fall asleep again?”

“How did you guess?” You turned to him and your heart skipped a beat, just as it always had when you were younger and you met those warm, dark eyes.

“Because,” he swept toward you, his dark hair sleek, shimmering with shades of gold and russet in the sunlight, “I know you sit with your legs curled up beneath you until you can no longer feel them. It’s nice to know some things never change.”

He stopped before you, his smile as warm as his eyes. “It’s good to see you.”

You gazed up at him. Like all of the other elves, he towered over you, slim and elegantly handsome and you remembered a time where you would have slid your arms around him and hugged him close. But now, you weren’t so certain that would be appropriate. After all, so much of time had passed.

He solved your dilemma by engulfing you in a hug so tight, it took the breath from your lungs and in an instant, you felt as if you’d come home. In a way, you had, for though you were of Man, you had been raised not far from Rivendell and had spent a good part of your early years there, welcomed by Elrond and his people.

“I have missed you,” he murmured, giving you a squeeze. “You are just as I remember, you know.”

“Oh, I don't know about that,” you told him as you reluctantly pulled away from him. “But it’s nice of you to say.”

“And who is this?”

He gestured to Samara, who bobbed her head. “Miss Samara Greene,” she replied softly. “I am in her ladyship’s employ.”

“And where is his lordship?” Lindir looked back at you. “Last I heard, you were married.”

He said it softly, but there was no mistaking the hurt in his deep voice. Hurt you never meant to cause and regretted causing to that very moment. But the decision to marry had not been yours.

“He is not coming,” you replied, casting a glance at Samara. “He and I are no longer a couple as of the first of the year.”

Perhaps it was only your imagination, but you’d swear his eyes widened ever so slightly. But then they were back to normal so perhaps you had only imagined it. Either way, he bobbed his head. “I am sorry to hear that.”

“I’m not,” you told him without thinking. “He was an ass and I’m far better off without him.”

Samara gasped, but you knew Lindir well enough to know that, despite his outward neutral expression, the small crinkles at the outer corners of his eyes only showed when he smiled or when he fought off said smile. They showed now. He fought off a smile.

“You’ve still not learned the art of mincing words, have you?”

“I’ve not and I think I never shall. Will that trouble you?”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Not one bit. Come, and have a bit of refreshment. MY lord Elrond is not here at the moment, but you will be able to catch up a bit at supper this evening.”

With that, he offered you his arm. “I’ll have your servant shown to your chambers, but I would love it if you would come walk with me a bit.”

“I don’t think—” Samara began.

But you cut her off with a gentle, “I’ll be fine, Sam. I’m in good hands.”

Samara’s forehead creased and a slight scowl tugged down the corners of her lips, but all she said was, “If you say so.”

“I do. I will see you later.”

“Arun,” Lindir turned to the taller of the two elves standing just behind him, “Please show Miss Samara to her chambers.”

“Aye,” Arun bobbed his head, then to Samara said, “If you will follow me.”

Samara didn't look at all convinced, but nodded and did as she was told, falling into step behind Arun, who lead her away from the main drive, up a white marble staircase, where they vanished from view.

For the first time in many years, you were alone with Lindir and all the while you’d been in the coach, you worried that seeing him would be awkward, that conversation between the two of you would be stilted. You’d loved him so much for so long, and had crushed him when you told him your father had arranged your wedding to another.

You slipped your arm through his, trying to ignore how thick and solid that arm was beneath yours. He was tall and slender, but you knew firsthand the muscle beneath that slim build. Knew it and knew it well.

He broke the silence with a low, “So, where should we go?”

“You lead. I’m afraid I’ll only get us lost, it’s been so long since I was last here.”

“I wouldn’t let you get lost. At least,” he looked down and grinned at you, “not too lost, anyway. Not that much has changed around here. A band of dwarves passed through not too long ago, which made things interesting.”

“Dwarves?” You looked up at him as he led you up the same staircase as Arun and Samara had gone. Only at the top, the white stone walkway went in several directions, like the spokes of a wheel. In the distance, to the west, Elrond’s palace gleamed all white marble with gilded edges and adorned with collages of lapis lazuli and other various stones. In the opposite direction, a welcoming forest where you’d spent hours as a child climbing trees and playing games with your friends. They always accepted you, didn't hold being of Man against you, just and Lindir never held it against you. In fact, he used to tell you how he liked that you were not elven. That you were unique, as he’d described it.

But he led you down a different spoke, one that led up and behind the palace to the north, but then wound away from it as well, and you smiled as the soft rush of water floated toward you. “The fountains?”

“It was months before Elrond could bring himself to turn them back on. He only did so a few weeks ago, you know,” he said as you crested the gentle slope and the tiered fountain came into view. It looked as if it had been carved from the rock itself, but you knew better. It was sculpted of the same marble as Elrond’s palace, trimmed with gold and lapis lazuli as well. Four tiers high, each one fed the one beneath it, emptying into a pool that was waist deep. As you drew near it, a gentle, cool spray rose from that pool, bringing back memories of splashing about in it with the man beside you.

“Why had he turned them off?”

“The dwarves. They found great joy in playing in it. They were an… interesting bunch to have in residence. Very high-spirited and very messy. They drank most of our wine, ate themselves silly, and splashed about naked in the fountains.”

You fought back your laugh, but couldn't contain your smile. “And so Elrond shut them down?”

He nodded. “He wanted to have it cleaned out in case they… left anything behind.”

“Lindir!”

“What? I didn't say they had, nor did I order it. It was all my lord.”

“And did he ask to have it shut down after you and I—”

His hand came up to cover your lips gently. “Shhh… he does not know about that and he never will.”

“He never found out?”

His hand muffled your words, but he shook his head. “No. He never did. And I’ve never told a soul about what happened that night.”

His voice grew softer, as did his eyes and you swallowed hard at the memories you’d tried for so long to forget. “I owe you an apology,” you told him, catching the hand he’d put over your lips in your and as the moment you touched, his fingers tightened about yours.

“You owe me nothing,” he told you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “It was beyond your control.”

“Still… it wasn’t fair to you and I—I just… left.”

“Again, also beyond your control.” He caught your free hand in his to squeeze that as well. “So, what happened? With your husband, I mean.”

“My ex-husband. We knew we didn't suit and he found another he preferred above me.”

“He is a fool.”

Lindir said it softly, just as he said most things, but there was no mistaking the intensity behind his words. You felt them clear through to the core of your being and you shifted to link your fingers with his. It felt so right. For the first time in years, everything felt right.

“Lindir, I can never possibly make up the hurt I’ve caused you.”

“There is no need to,” he replied, shaking his head. “You’re here now and I am hoping you’ll remain here. With me.”

Those were the last words you’d ever expected to hear him utter to you and your heart beat faster, rose as if it had wings, and you found yourself holding your breath. “Are you certain that’s what you want?”

“Is it what you want?”

You nodded slowly. “I’ve regretted leaving here every moment I’ve been gone, but I didn't dare let myself even hope a moment like this would come. I was so certain that another would have won your heart and you’d be happily married with a passel of children.”

“I thought the same, to be honest, but there is no other woman I wish to be the mother of that passel of children. You’ve had my heart since we were but children. And now you’re here and I am hoping like mad you will stay.”

He moved closer, and before you could say anything else, he leaned in and his lips met yours. His kiss was exactly how you’d remembered, soft and sweet, his lips warm as they moved against yours. His hands tightened about yours as his lips parted and his tongue caressed yourself in a slow, teasing stroke that set your head to spinning at once.

You gently pulled your hands free, eased your arms about his waist, your hands flat against his firm back, and smiled as he wrapped his now free arms about you, bent you back slightly, and deepened his kiss further. Butterflies came alive within your belly, their wings battering your insides to leave you almost lightheaded as he slowly drew back and broke the kiss.

Then, he pressed his forehead to yours, whispering, “I’ve missed you, love.”

“I’ve missed you as well.”

“So, you will stay?”

“Do you wish me to?”

He smiled. “More than I have ever wished for anything else in my life.”

“Will Elrond allow it?”

“I think so. He’s quite fond of you, you know.”

You pulled back just enough to meet those beautiful, fathomless dark eyes. “Then yes. I will.”

“And you’ll allow me to court you?”

“Did you think I wouldn’t?”

He let out a low chuckle, and brushed your lips with his once more, then without warning, swept you up in his arms. Those butterflies multiplied as he moved off the walkway and headed in the direction of the fountain. “What are you doing?”

“I told you, Elrond had it shut down and cleaned and I think we should be the ones to take advantage of the fact that now they are pristine once more.”

“And if we are caught?”

He smiled. “We worry about that when and if it happens.”

“Will you find yourself in trouble?”

“Again, we worry about that when and if it happens, and even if it does, ask me if I care.” He paused as he reached the fountain and then lowered you back to your feet. “Unless, of course, you’d rather not risk it.”

You smiled up at him, winding your arms about his neck and as you pulled him toward you, you whispered, “I’ll risk it,” just before his lips mets yours again.

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@lathalea because she asked to be tagged!

Like it? Love it? Reblog or leave a comment or do both if the spirit moves you!!

#lindir #the hobbit #lindir x reader #lindir x fem!reader #lindir x you #first time writing him #hope i did him justice #bret mckenzie

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lovefairymina · 1 month

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y/n walks in as lindir is changing his shirt and smirks before roughly pushing him onto the bed and crawling on top of him, placing kisses over his bare chest and face which is now deep red.

y/n, in between kisses: your so… cute when… you blush…

“Can...I...at least...put...my clothes on...without being attacked by the kissing warden?” he laughed heartily in between his gasps for air. Your kissing was relentless, refusing to listen and continue making your way to his face. “Meleth-nîn, my kissing warden. Are you finished?”

#♡{sweet.hugs} ~ {lindir}#lindir of imladris #lindir imagine #lindir x you #lindir x y/n #lindir #minstrel of imladris #imladris #rivendell #lotr imagines #middle earth imagine

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runawaymun · 2 months

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For the ship graph ask, finwe/Indis, Caranthir/haleth, tyelpe/ignoring common sense and everyone’s advice (silvergifting), Celrond, glorestor plus Lindir, annnnnndddd faramir/eowyn

Any of them you like :) thanks :)

Finwë/Indis:

They’re a canon ship but I’m very meh on them. I don’t think about them all that often except for how their relationship affected Fëanor tbh

Caranthir/Haleth & Farawyn:

Casual enjoyer!!! I always love seeing content for them both and also like making it myself, but neither of them are ships that make me go especially feral. I just think they’re neat.

Glorestor + Lindir

I could see why people ship it and I’ve even read a fic for them and enjoyed it, but it’s not for me. I tend to think of Lindir as being pretty head over heels for Elrond.

Celrond:

WAUGH

The otp to end all otps forreal. 😭❤️😭 I am cradling them gently in my hands I am putting them in a centrifuge they are constantly spinning in my head like a roast chicken on a power drill I love them I love them I love them—

And silvergifting answered here 🥰

#thank you!#Finwë x Indis #glorestor x Lindir ot3 #Faramir x Eowyn #Caranthir x Haleth #celrond #Benoit blanc alignment chart shipping game

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heilith · 1 year

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Bottled Up

A/n: Aaand it’s here! :DDD I couldn’t be happier.

The absolutely stunning art was brought to life by @mysandwichranaway Applause, guys, please - I will never forget how he saved the day and stepped up to collaborate with me, when I was absolutely discouraged. Thank you, my friend, you’re gorgeous!

Long story short, here’s our piece for The Hobbit: An Unexpected Collaboration 2022 project, that united so many talented, kind and creative people. @fellowshipofthefics, you, guys, rock.

Our prompt was “Musical Bards and Their Heroic Muses”.

@i-did-not-mean-to You know, the night before I wrote it I dreamed I was writing it with you for 3-4 hours straight. So you can totally consider yourself a co-author and an inspiration

Also tagging as requested - @mismaeve (a new Lindir, my love!!!), @glassgulls @oenothera5 @noldorinpainter @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore @eunoiaastralwings @a-contemplation-upon-flowers (may be, you will enjoy it)

Forgive me, if I forgot anyone. Ok, I shut up.

Bottled Up

“Spin that baby, laddie!” Bofur cheered happily.

“I don’t want to kiss you,” Kili growled, pushing the bottle with one finger only, “Any of you, on that matter.”

“Why are you playing this, then?”

“There’s a lady among us,” reminded Kili with a wink.

You laughed, just happy to relax and leave the troubles you all had to live through in the back of your mind, if only for a while.

Of course, the refined abode of the Elves was no place to play such childish games, but the cheer of the Company was contagious, and you let yourself get unleashed for once. Spin the bottle seemed just the right thing to teach them. You had to admit it was hilarious, the whole thing in general and the way each of them demonstrated the involvement in the process so peculiarly.

Dwalin kissed his loyal kin and fellows with the face he must have been saving up for the fiercest of battles, the ever-enthusiastic Fili was as enthusiastic as ever and Ori just a bit less bewildered than you had predicted.

The ones that had the luck to kiss you were rewarded with handclaps and sighs of envy.

The attendant Elves were judging you hard, which only added zest to the already spicy pastime.

The day was obviously a success.

Once again congratulating yourself on a lucky idea, you stretched your neck and took at the waist of the bottle resolutely.

“Let it be me,” prayed Fili, whose luck with you had been failing him this afternoon.

It wasn’t. Neither was it anyone else. The bottle made two lazy spins and stopped, pointing between Ori and Dori…Right at the Elf who had been the first to greet you in Rivendell and was stepping on the Company’s heels ever since. He’d been watching the game, too, a sour expression not leaving his face for a moment.

“Go kiss him,” Kili suggested, before you could replay your go.

The Dwarves perked up, anticipating a good laugh.

“Kiss the boy!”

“Go for it, buttercup!”

“Kiss him, kiss him, kiss him,” they chanted as one. You were looking around desperately in search of at least one disapproving grimace – but no. It was impossible to thrust in a word, let alone make them change their minds.

Caught up in your own game, you stood up to approach the one called Lindir in uncertain steps.

The closer you were getting, the less life and blood were remaining in his face. You had no idea why he didn’t move back – the alley behind him was clear, yet he opted out of escaping for a reason inconceivable to you.

Instead, he simply froze still, looking at you in what seemed to be rather close to panic.

You stood on your tiptoes and shut your eyes not to see what a fool you were about to present of yourself.

“Kiss him!”

You didn’t know why you failed to make it a peck on the cheek or forehead. May be, it was the heady Elvish wine you’d tried for the first time this evening, or the overly heated encouragement of the Company, but, instead of taking it easy, you went for the honest to Eru mouth-to-mouth.

The Elf’s lips were surprisingly smooth and coolish, the banal word “silky” describing them best of all. He gave a start, but didn’t pull away as you cupped his face with the last surge of boldness and kissed him deeper and more softly.

It felt good, almost like the real thing, despite the lack of response on his part.

At an instant you had an almost-but-not a sensation that some reluctant sort of a reaction was still there, but you couldn’t truly tell. And surely, it would be strange to expect him just stand there like one of those prim statues, which surrounded you at each step in here.

Having counted to ten, you called it a kiss and stopped to retreat to the safety of the Company’s circle.

There was a very pronounced response to your ministrations, after all.

Your victim’s face was flaming, and so were his eyes. He reeled, then stammered something you didn’t understand. The Dwarves were laughing without mercy, and some of the Elves followed the example, but you were probably the only one who paid attention to it. Lindir didn’t look like he cared. As shocked, he turned on his heels and almost fled the scene, leaving you and his duties behind.

“There goes the courage of the Elves,” Bofur concluded out loud and reached for the bottle for the hundredth time since morning.

“Spin that baby!”

All it took was one single mental image of your dragging the thing on your back all the way to the Lonely Mountain, with no to little chance to ever put it in good use.

Alas, a tin ear was the rudest of understatements in your case.

You snorted without any backthought and was ashamed of the sound immediately, as your eyes met his.

“Am I being a figure of fun?”

“Not you,” you tried to sound placating. It wasn’t each day you experienced a cultural revelation in such a brutal way, “And still, I’m sorry, I can’t take it.”

He had found you lazying around in the gardens, your head more than a little heavy with the consequences of yesterday’s overindulgence in cheer and drinking. In the good news, your usual case of a nosebleed had happened minutes before that. You’d just barely managed to wash the last spots off your face and shirt in the nearest fancy fountain, when the one still called Lindir stumbled upon you, a lute in his hand.

Had he’d found you a moment earlier, it would have definitely added only more awkwardness to what was enfolding before your eyes now.

“I can’t let you not,” stated he very slowly, as though his opinion of your comprehension skills was less than poor.

You couldn’t say you blamed him for that.

“Let me have this straight,” your temples were splintering with ache, “I have to take this with me, because I happened to be your first kiss?”

The thing he did with his shoulders reminded you of an agonal twitch. His lips stretched into a lopsided line for a moment, and you concluded he was enjoying this one-on-one as little as you were. And that was really not a lot.

“By the ways of my people, yes.”

“And this … instrument is your most precious possession, that is now mine? Because I happened to be your first kiss?”

“What do you do, when your first kiss comes?”

Just as always, you spoke quicker than you thought.

“Pop a foot.”

Lindir’s brows went up, but, as your luck had it, he obviously interpreted your answer as another manifestation of how small a brain you had.

“Am I being a figure of fun?” repeated he patiently.

“No, I’m sorry.”

Without further words, he held the lute out for you yet again. And yet again you couldn’t imagine yourself taking it.

The pause was a lengthy one, so dragged-out you had to wonder whether his arm was getting tired of holding the weight of this “precious gift” you had earned through such a little effort.

“I can’t,” you shook your head again.

“Please,” a note of desperation slipped into his voice.

He was travelling from anger to misunderstanding and spiraling farther into unhappiness, that you couldn’t fully comprehend, in a matter of seconds.

“Are you a minstrel?” you asked him at last.

The lute came down.

“Isn’t it obvious?” reciprocated he with a merriless smile.

“Write me a ballad.”

You didn’t doubt you would feel bad about this new brainchild of yours, too. But you had to save yourself out of the honour and him – out of the misery.

“I beg your pardon?”

“When this journey ends, I want to look back and know I did well,” the inflow of inspiration made you unusually eloquent, “That I was a hero. I don’t need a lute, what good can I get out of it? I want something I can remember, not break one day and never regret it. You wouldn’t wish I did that, would you?”

The deep dark eyes were never off you. This Lindir guy wasn’t the one to hand out his approvals easily, you thought, when another handful of minutes had passed without a word from him.

“I wouldn’t,” agreed he finally.

“Then write me something about how brave I can be. What deeds I can do, if there’s a chance. What hardships I can deal with. And I’ll say you paid for that ki-.”

“What do you know of pigeon mail?” he interrupted you suddenly, in the most business-like kind of voice.

“But how-“

The Elf allowed himself a smile, showing only too clear that your standing somewhere between a mindless rubble and a bit more mindful slug wasn’t changing for the better with him.

“How do I sing something I have no knowledge of?”

And just may be, he wasn’t that wrong on your part.

“A deal, then?” you put out your hand for him to seal the agreement. Much to your surprise, he didn’t hesitate to accept it, wrapping his long fingers around yours politely, if a bit stiffly.

And that’s when the awkwardness returned.

You were quite ready to have your limb to yourself again, yet he had decided otherwise.

“Noble Y/N?”

Your fingers were feeling the pressure that his ones were giving them quite acutely.

“Yes, my Minstrel?” you decided not to dwell on it, in hopes that the light tone will repair this change to his manner.

“Did you…” he stumbled through the question, which you somehow realized was not a common occurrence with him, “Did you do it on purpose?”

“Did what?”

You hoped you sounded surprised enough. Just like you didn’t guess the answer on your own and didn’t wish he had never asked that.

“Spun that bottle…that way.”

It was safer to keep on playing dumb. He was surely able to forget that kiss. Would he forget other advances you had no intention to offer him was quite another question.

“Why would I?”

His hand went loose around yours.

“True,” uttered he with a nod, “I thank you then. For the kiss. And your generosity. And I promise to honour our deal.”

“I have no doubts you will.”

You were becoming a smooth liar.

My dear Minstrel,

I fear I thought too much of …I wish I hadn’t been that presumptuous… I can’t recount the events of this day in…I saw them, Lindir. The stone giants. They were murdering each other right before our eyes. It was a life-altering…an experience, that I…

Scared, my dear Minstrel,

But I’m still here.

Yours,

Y/N

My dear Muse,

Do not test your skill and my patience with…

Do you not think me able to read a simple…

I’ll pray to the Valar to keep you safe. Or what my ballad will be worth of otherwise?

Your faithful Minstrel.

My dear Minstrel,

I have one word for you. Goblins. I’d love to say my heart was not in my feet, but it was.

You could describe it better, if you were me, Lindir.

But I wish you’ll never have to be in my place.

Yours,

My Muse,

I wish you were not yourself, either. I wish you were not there where you are.

No song is worth it.

Lindir.

My Minstrel,

The castle is under siege. I don’t know how it ends. I just know that it will.

Do I need to say that word? Scared?

I don’t. I am not scared.

I didn’t mean to kiss you. But it was not bad.

Your-

A heavy drop of blood rolled down your lips and splashed against the scrap of paper. Your last one. As the things were rushing now, you couldn’t even ask Ori for a replacement.

Who even cared?

You tied the string around the pigeon’s neck carefully. Something told you it was the last time you did that.

“Go.”

You wanted to cower under his stare. He was not like you remembered at all. The eyes narrowed in anger, the jawline sharper and outlined more cruelly.

“So…You’re an Elf-Friend now?”

It wasn’t in the least the happy reunion you’d imagined to yourself.

“Your friend, too, then, my Minstrel,” you tried to mellow his temper with a smile, but it didn’t work. It couldn’t have worked with the way he kept scorching you alive with this disdain.

“You’re not,” he spat out, flinching back at your attempt to approach him.

Very well. You had your pride, too. It’s not like you had ever needed the friendship with a handful of faceless letters on a torn piece of parchment.

“If you wish.”

The next thing you knew were his hands, digging into your shoulders so hard that bruises were just a matter of minutes for you. He shook your whole body twice, with a furious murmur in some distorted kind of Elvish, and let go, as though touching you was the last thing he had expected himself to do.

“I thought that you…” he drew in a heavy breath and went on, with about as much success, “I thought…”

“I didn’t, Lindir.”

You felt it happening too late. The world filled with the steely smell of blood. You choked on it, just as usually, and coughed, lowering your head to let it flow freely. You were not fond of what swallowing it brought on.

The red blots painted the floor with a pattern that was always new and curious.

A sigh of exasperation reached your ears.

“Oh, please,” Lindir exhaled tiredly.

He had nice handkerchiefs. At least the one he had run against your mouth and chin. And his hands could be tender.

And he had gone a long way in kissing. That was the last thing you could think of clearly, when his lips brushed against yours and he returned the favour you��d done for him that sunny Rivendell afternoon a long time ago.

“Now,” being so close to him was still a novelty, but the one you couldn’t but welcome, “Where’s my ballad?”

Lindir chuckled, tightening his arms around you not to let you slip off his lap.

The golden fountains were singing their soft, honeyed songs…

And you wanted one, too.

“Forgive me, my dear Muse, but your writing abilities are not to be boasted of. What was I to do with your missives?”

“So that’s how you’re honouring our deal?”

“I’m agonizing in shame,” drawled he with no shame written on his face whatsoever.

You furrowed your brow and drew yourself up, straddling him more securely.

“You’re forcing me to take drastic measures,” you said, a threat in your voice.

“Do,” invited he through a smile.

Unhurriedly, taking your precious time, you wrapped your fingers around the brooch at his collar and unclasped it in a soft motion.

The sound he swallowed was sharp, as you skimmed your lips against his neck and had the kiss linger to make your point clearer.

“It’s either a ballad or else,” you purred into his ear, “Don’t you hate being in so much debt, my dear Minstrel?”

“Or else, my Muse,” he whispered back as carelessly, “I find I’m less complaisant that I had thought.”

#lindir x reader #lindir #fotfics #the hobbit: an unexpected collaboration #thauc22 #ok #that was horrible #except for the art #the art is an eye-candy #thank you!

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Do you think you could do something for lindir? My boi doesn't get enough love. Thank you! 👍

Lindir is SUCH a blorbo of mine. Baby boi. Babie.

Daybreak | Lindir x GN!Reader

Pairing: Lindir x GN!Reader

Spice level (1-5): 🌶🌶 (mild and sweet)

Warnings/tags: cuddling, morning sex, handjobs, enough fluff to give you cavities

Minors DNI. Your media consumption is your own responsibility.

Lindir is still asleep when you wake. The light streaming in through your bedroom window in Imladris is paling. You’re slotted behind him. He pressed up against you sometime during the night, seeking your touch just like he always does. The morning light spins his sweet face into something almost angelic, alabaster, porcelain. Dark eyelashes curled up on his cheeks. You smile and prop yourself up on one elbow, just watching him sleep, watching the peaceful rise and fall of his chest as he breathes deeply, in and out. It’s beautiful: he’s beautiful-- when he’s like this, so at peace. Such a change from how he hovers anxiously from task to task, always so concerned about making mistakes.

When you can’t take it anymore, you brush some of his dark hair back behind his ear, then bend over him to kiss his cheek.

Lindir stirs. His eyes flutter open. Mindlessly, he turns to seek another kiss. You press your lips to his, cradling his face. It’s tender and sleep-soaked and perfect. He rolls back over and shuts his eyes.

“Good morning,” you whisper, carding your hands through his hair.

He smiles, still curled up tight and half-asleep. “Good morning.”

“What did you dream of?” you ask him.

“You,” he whispers back. “Always you.”

Your heart flutters. You kiss the back of his neck: the sensitive spot just beneath his ear, and sling your arm around him. Lindir pushes that much more back into your space, pressing the length of his spine against your chest with a happy sigh.

He’s perfect.

You trace the curve of his hip, then your hand wanders between his legs and you feel that he’s half hard.

You make a delighted little sound. Even when he’s still groggy, Lindir has the wherewithal to blush.

“You really were thinking of me,” you tease softly.

Lindir pushes his hips back into yours. It feels so good-- so good--

Gently, you slip beneath the soft cotton trousers he likes to sleep in and take his cock in your hand.

Lindir lets out a sweet, high-pitched whine and stiffens almost immediately at your touch. You kiss his neck again, then give him a little nip. When he reaches for you, you take his hand in your free one, lacing your fingers together and giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

You start to stroke him. Just slow, decadent touches. Pausing every so often just to tease the head with your fingertips. Then gathering the beads of moisture that are already forming and working them down, down, until he’s slick and covered with a thin sheen of sweat all over his pale, lithe body. It only makes him look that much more angelic.

His pink mouth is parted. Bright poppies come into his cheeks. He gasps and mewls for you, desperate little noises that have you aching for him. Then he starts twisting his hips, gasping out: please, please, please---

You slow your strokes. Tease the head again. The broken sound that escapes him is half-petulant, half-sweet.

“Please,” he murmurs again, casting a saucer-eyed, luminous look over his shoulder at you.

You keep teasing him, just to relish the way he jerks and trembles. So unbearably adorable when he’s putty in your hands.

He turns to face you, buries his face in your shoulder and keeps whimpering as you touch him. When he lets go of your hand to curl it in the bedsheets, you know he’s close. You speed, murmuring encouragements in his ear, telling him how sweet he looks, how beautiful, how much you love him--

--he comes apart at that with a wrecked wail. Tears well up on his eyelashes as he splatters your hand and his own stomach, twisting in your grip, face pinched, pink mouth parted. You don’t think you’ve ever seen anything more delicate, more pretty.

You kiss his forehead. His eyes slip shut. Those tears leak out. You dry them for him.

“I love you,” you whisper again.

“I love you too,” Lindir replies breathlessly. He pulls away to look up at you with such unadulterated adoration it hurts, and touches your face. “Let me return the favor?”

You crack a smile and reply: “I won’t say no to that.”

#Lindir x reader #lindir x you #lindir imagine #the hobbit x you #lotr x you #spicy #this was cute #:)

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