#celebrían x elrond

[searchingforserendipity25]

celrond, 26? 😭🥺

Thanks so much for the ask @i-am-a-lonely-visitor! Here are some kisses on some scars <3

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Celebrían found them very appealing, particularly when Elrond took the pestle in hand.

'Do not laugh,' she demanded, laughing herself, tapping him with her fan in that light, suggestive fashion that had been all the rage in the Eriador of her youth. 'It’s all in the grip, and how clear with intent your eyes go. Such beautiful hands you have, beloved.'  

Legs round and bare, she tilted on the edge of their rumpled bed, the better to watch him play apothecary for himself; and laughed, lower in her throat, when his ears warmed at the warmth of her admiration, and he proved very easy to distract from his tasks and trap back into bed.

Celebrían was generous of heart, and strange-minded at times. Elrond's hands were accounted good, life-saving, gracious and kind, and most days he did not disdain them at all; but they were not beautiful.

There were scars in them from old battles and skirmishes, accidental prickles when picking sea urchins from the sea pools of Sirion - nicks from weapons training and sparring, from long campaigns and hunting trips.

Tough calluses littered his palm, the likes of which no elven warrior or scribe, no lord or harpist showed; and in the cold the skin broke, red and angry, chafing at the winter, even as flowers bloomed through the frost when he walked his red and angry feet on it.  

The last time he had pressed his palm to his brother's, there had been fine lines already on Elros' hands.

Since then, none remained to share his insights with, no one who cared particularly for his advice on the brewing of Peredhel remedies. He brewed his own oils, in his stillroom in Lindon; in Imladris, he taught his children to work the copper cauldron and the ladle, the grinding stone and the glass vial.

Arwen liked dying best; Elladan enjoyed sparring with his mother, Elrohir played with poisons; and all of them carried little pots of balm in the pocket of their childish aprons, in case their fingers ached in the evenings after they played outside.

In high summer he sang to the bees in their homes, led them singing when it was time to swarm, and picked the honey himself, to offer with slick fingers for Celebrían - tithe and right, to be given over to the lady of the valley.

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Elrond remembered his mother rubbing honey on his father's hands. Earendil's hands had seemed immense to him, broad and strong and rope-burned, made harsh by salt. He was so careful when he held Elros and Elrond - 

He remembered; he was nearly certain he remembered it. The past was never as unclouded in his heart as the future.

-

Celebrían followed his movements from the sick bed for many unspeaking days.

The light of her eyes, so dimmed, was wary with terror when she lay watching him grind athelas and lavender and honeycomb - the strength of his arms turned into a threat for her to be wary of. Any strength, of any kind - any instrument might be turned into a source of violence.

She did not scream, awake or asleep; the fear was a long and horrible spell, an enduring half-dream from which his gentlest touch could not rouse her, only return her to a different form of torment. There was no safety for her, even in Imladris; no potion or cantrip to heal body or soul, and no comfort to be had. 

In Valinor, Celebrían made her own ointments.

For the tending of scars; to massage her gnarled aches, perfume her wrists and neck, the dip of her spine. Her eyes were clear, keen and keener than they had been, steadier in their vigilance. Elrond embraced this version of his lady no less tightly; he curled into her height, and laughed as he wept when she swept him off her feet.

As a patient in Lórien, and a student amidst the gardens where every dreamer walked at least once in their life, Celebrían had learned much from the Lords and Ladies of the West, and more still from elves ancient and young alive.

In his absence, she had wrought against her war-fans anew, bound them with lace and poison, ridden with Oromë's Hunters, danced among Vána's revels, wept with Nienna and spoken with her own voice the glory and grief of those that loved Midde-Earth and had lost it.

The lady of the valley, a lover of sweetness, kept her door ever-open to her kin and her husband's without differentiation - kept it open for him, when at last Elrond was gladly swept into the shelter of her love and rested there for a time, nursing new wounds and sharing his grief, weary through and through as he was. They tended to each other in the evenings, bandages and oils laid out on the same desk; Elrond wept a little more, the first time Celebrían touched him, and there was not a shadow of fear in her eyes, only the cold memory of it in his heart.

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They grasped hands and wound their arms, walking in the twilight through the high trellises like a courting pair. Celebrían's little finger was a small stump, her braces cold against his arm; Elrond's bones, grown frail and strangely hollow after so long carrying Vilya, were nestled in hers with care as they walked up the hill to the painted walls of her house.

In the spring after Arwen was wed and lost, Celebrían taught Elrond how to work the herbs of her garden and gather them to her precise requirements, and how to work the tight aches working in the garden or standing too long left her with, even in the Blessed Land.

 The stars were the same all throughout Arda, but brighter in these skies; and some creeping ivies with potent smells and sweetly cooling leaves blossomed only at night, their petals gleaming with the very same silver of Celebrían's tresses.

Her scar-ridged palms chafed against Elrond's lips. They tasted of lavender and starlight when he pressed a glancing touch of his mouth to them, of nectars whose names he knew not yet and was only starting to learn now.

'Lovely beyond all other sights,' he said, coy and sly, when his lady pressed them against his cheeks to tilt him for a greater kiss; and Celebrían laughed merrily at his plight, because his skin ran warm with blood under her grasp, and his knees no less liable to bend like reeds when she pulled him back into her arms.

#kiss ask #celebrian #elrond #my fics #thank you for the ask!! <33 #lotr #lotr fics #celebrían x elrond #celrond

[thrillofhope]

In words so sweet

A Celrond holiday fic

Chapter 3: all seem to say, throw cares away

“Well, in that case…” He laughed, and she liked the way the sound echoed in the night air, but she liked it better, the way it rumbled softly, close to her ear. “As long as you don’t let me fall on my butt too many times.”

“It’s all part of the experience,” she teased him. “But don’t worry, I’ll try not to let you fall.”

Nevermind that she was already on her way there. And it didn’t really help matters, his cheeks flushed from the cold and snowflakes clinging to the curve of his lashes. Not when he looked at her like he had the snow-covered mellyrn, like she was another part of the magic of Lothlórien.

She was falling in love with her best friend. How had that happened? Looking up at him, the gentle affection in his eyes, she wondered how she hadn’t before now.

#celrond #celebrían x elrond #holiday fic

[runawaymun]

some Celrond smoochies warmup sketches

#decided to do these for practice bc i'm bad at making faces mash #this was good practice #<3 who better to practice with??? #computer is finally back up and running THANK GOD it was a simple fix #i was in tears #celrond #elrond #celebrían #elrond x celebrian #lotr #unfinished tales #the silmarillion #silmart #my art

[gi-nathlam-hi]

@ellrond mentioned she’d love to see someone like Savannah Steyn (middle casting for Laena Velaryon in HOTD) for Celebrían and I have not known peace since. 

#constantly obsessed with them but this made it worse tbh #if we got casting like this I think I'd cry #elrond #Celebrían #celrond #elrond x celebrian #my art

[raointean]

#silmarillion #celebrían #elrond #glorfindel #elrond x celebrian x glorfindel #celrondel #meme

[sanisse]

for @medusas-hairband​ per one of her INCREDIBLE drabble prompts.

Indulge | Elrond x Celebrían x Thranduil

Celebrían enlists Thranduil’s help to give her husband what he’s been craving.

Because sometimes, Elrond just wants to get railed. 

Warnings/tags: no warnings for this one. Just Elrond getting his back blown out by Thranduil for Cel’s viewing pleasure. Mild voyeurism kink, mild eldritch peredhil, praise kink, bisexual Elrond and bisexual Thranduil, sub!Elrond, dom!Cel and top!Thranduil (he’s topping, but not domming in this particular scenario). A little rough play and like one light spank to Elrond’s butt. :) mild hair kink. Includes depictions of consent and aftercare. 

Spice level: ghost pepper

 Minors DNI. Your media consumption is your own responsibility.

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“Who do you want first?” Elrond pants against  Celebrían’s mouth as she kisses him and Thranduil unties Elrond’s sash for him. 

“Oh, you misunderstand, my love,”  Celebrían says in Elrond’s ear with a wicked smile. “I’m not the one getting fucked tonight.” 

She watches in delight as Elrond’s eyes widen in surprise. He stills and looks between her and Thranduil and back again. Thranduil sits cooly on the edge of the bed, unbothered, with a little smirk touching the left corner of his mouth, and tugs the rest of Elrond’s sash free with a playful yank. 

“Is that agreeable to you, Half-Elven?” 

Elrond licks his lips and nods. Celebrían scoots over to sit behind him on their bed, wrapping an arm around his waist, pressing him back against her chest. Then, she reaches for Thranduil.

Thranduil slides closer to them. She hooks a finger in his silver satin sash and tugs him closer still, until his knees brush Elrond’s and they’re all breathing the same air. She hears Elrond’s breath hitch and she smiles again. 

They’ve played with each other many times, but never exactly like this. The three of them had discussed this particular game together, but neither she nor Thranduil had told Elrond quite when to expect it. Celebrían had wanted to give to him as a surprise. 

His reaction does not disappoint.

-

Celebrían watches Elrond’s face, enraptured, holding his head in her lap as he lies on his back and Thranduil pushes into him inch by glorious inch. She’s seen Elrond’s face when she fucks him, but it’s different like this. She doesn’t have to divide her attention. Like this, she can focus on each micro-expression of pleasure that flickers across her husband’s face, watch the way lightning strikes in his eyes the second Thranduil is fully seated inside him. 

She strokes Elrond’s hair back from his face for him, smooths her thumb over the crease forming on his brow. Bends to press her lips to his forehead in a soft kiss. Elrond whines and shakes, legs spreading. Thranduil tosses his head back with an appreciative moan.

“If I had known you’d be so tight, I would have fucked you sooner.” 

Elrond mewls in response. He’s sinking into that space that he so loves: that space where he isn’t thinking about anything but his physical body, where he can’t think about anything else because he is so utterly stuffed. Celebrían loves watching him reach this state. He looks so focused, so clear-minded, utterly at peace, body trembling like an earthquake in her lap, eyes beginning to leak starlight. 

“You look so pretty when you’re getting fucked,” she murmurs, and enjoys the way it makes him blush. 

Thranduil groans again. “He clenches when you do that.” 

“Oh, he’s a sweet little thing,”  Celebrían tuts, still stroking through Elrond’s hair. “He loves to know how good he’s being. Fuck him.” 

Thranduil snaps his hips. The force of it makes Elrond jerk and cry out.  Celebrían mutters something in full approval and takes Elrond’s hand and squeezes it.

“How does he feel? Tell me,” she asks Thranduil. 

Thranduil snaps his hips again and takes Elrond’s other hand, pinning it to the mattress by his wrist, and dips to nip at Elrond’s neck.

“Exquisite,” he murmurs, rocking into him. “Divine. Look at you, wrapped around my cock.” 

Elrond trembles and arches up into him and Celebrían says it again, timed perfectly with one of Thranduil’s thrusts: “You’re taking it so well, my love,” and enjoys the sweet whine that her husband makes. 

When his eyes start to glaze over,  Celebrían slips out from under him and says, “Flip him over.” 

Thranduil doesn’t waste any time, he pulls out and scoops an arm beneath Elrond’s waist and turns him, then drags him back by his hips and lands a blow across his ass that rings through the room and makes Elrond jerk and cry out.

“Ass up, pretty thing,” Thranduil commands. 

Elrond moans and pushes himself to his knees, then sinks his chest down to bury his head in the duvet and cry out as Thranduil shoves back inside of him.

They make such a gorgeous pair: her husband and Thranduil, and Celebrían marvels at how Thranduil handles him in ways Celebrían herself doesn’t have the strength to do: pinning him, tossing him, rearranging his body for Thranduil’s own benefit as he stabs into him over and over and over, and Elrond relishes every single second of the treatment. 

Unconsciously,  Celebrían reaches down to stroke herself as she watches them. She’s grown so wet. Thranduil notices and flashes a grin, then hauls Elrond up off the bed by his hair.

“Your wife wants a show,” he hisses in Elrond’s ear. “Look at her while I fuck you.” 

From this angle, the curve of Elrond’s body is so exaggerated that she can see Thranduil’s long cock pumping in and out of him. Elrond’s own cock is standing straight out from his body, painfully hard and leaking precum with every single thrust Thranduil gives him. His whole body is flushed and covered with a thin sheen of sweet until he seems to glow in the firelight of their room. Celebrían can’t help but come up to them and push a finger into Elrond’s mouth which he sucks on without a second thought.  Celebrían bites her lip at the sensation and fucks herself on her own fingers in time to Thranduil’s thrusts, harder and harder until she’s coming all over her hand.

-

Elrond comes in the middle of the onslaught with a high pitched wail, bursting all over the sheets. Celebrían gasps in delight and approval, holding his face. Thranduil growls out something lewd about the way Elrond’s body is clamping around his cock and slows.

“Keep your pace,”  Celebrían commands, “Fuck him harder.” 

Elrond wails again. Thranduil looks uncertain. “I can finish in his mouth. I have no wish to hurt him.” 

“He likes it,”  Celebrían says with a grin, thumbs stroking over Elrond’s tear-streaked cheekbones. “He likes it when he’s oversensitive and it hurts.” 

Thranduil lets out a string of Sindarin curses but stays slow, waiting for Elrond’s confirmation. In answer, Elrond reaches back behind him, grabbing onto Thranduil’s hip. 

“More,” he says, voice hoarse. “Harder. Please, Thran--”

In answer, Thranduil latches a hand around Elrond’s shoulder to brace him, draws out, and then slams back in to the hilt.

Elrond chokes and shivers, a wrecked moan tearing out of him. He has never looked prettier,  Celebrían thinks.  She has never seen him like this, limp, utterly boneless, face pinched and eyes glazed with a heady cocktail of pleasure and pain as he lets Thranduil use his spent body like a toy. She’s usually too tired when they get this far to oblige him. 

She reaches down and wraps her fingers around Elrond’s tortured cock and Elrond screams and comes again. Thranduil braces him, keeps fucking him, sinks his teeth into his shoulder.  Celebrían pets his ears and praises him, assures him that he’s being so, so good, letting them use him like this, and Elrond soaks it in and, trembling, pushes himself back to meet Thranduil’s thrusts until Thranduil’s panting and his whole chest is flushed red.

“Where can I come?” Thranduil gasps out, half to him and half to her.

It’s the thing  Celebrían has been looking forward to most of all: the one thing that’s physically impossible for her to do for her husband. She holds Elrond’s face, catching his eye, wanting to see his expression when she says: 

“His hair. Come in his hair.” 

Elrond melts. 

Thranduil pulls out with growl and pushes on Elrond’s hip, and Elrond collapses to his side on the bed and pants, breathless with anticipation, as Thranduil strokes himself off until he explodes, splattering Elrond’s hair with white:  milky constellations against a velvet-black sky. 

Elrond twitches, his cock leaking out what spend he has left as Celebrían runs her hand lovingly over the curve of his side and moans with him. His tongue darts out. He licks up a spot that’s landed on his cheek, and Thranduil groans and bends to kiss him. 

Celebrían traces Elrond’s spine, reaches up and strokes Thranduil’s hip, simply enjoying the two of them together a minute longer. She’s still throbbing, exhilarated, so so pleased-- 

“Beautiful,” she whispers. 

Thranduil leans over with a wide, generous smile to kiss her. “Thank you for sharing your husband.”

“Thank you for obliging us,” she says against his mouth. Then she pulls back to wrap her arms around Elrond’s loose, shimmering form and draw him up back against her chest. He has split apart into space, eyes star-flecked and bright, form flickering between all of his multitudes: happy, sated, too exhausted to be whole. Thranduil watches him with a measure of rapt fascination.

“It’s normal,”  Celebrían says fondly, carding Elrond’s hair (as best as she can when it slips like black mist through her fingers)-- back from his face. “He just needs a moment.” 

“And water, I should think,” Thranduil muses, then gets up to fetch him a glass. 

Elrond gulps it down and drifts off to sleep still cradled in Celebrían’s arms, and as he sleeps he slowly begins to coalesce. Thranduil steps out for a bath, then comes back in thirty minutes later to help clean Elrond off. He’s always so shockingly tender in moments like these: as he wipes him clean and wakes Elrond long enough for him to drink a little more water, murmuring something affectionate, and then lets him get back to sleep. Celebrían just smiles. 

“Will you oblige us again, sometime?” she whispers to Thranduil.

Thranduil’s eyes sparkle with lust and mischief. 

“If you insist.” 

-

#elrond #thranduil #celebrían #elrond x thranduil #elrond x celebrian #elrond x thranduil x celebrian #drabble #not an insert #spicy

[aeonianarchives]

Incorrect Middle Earth Quotes 55

Celebrían, gesturing to Elrond: this is my husband Elrond, he's a bit manic and feral because he was raised by a pack of rabid wolves Celebrían, gesturing to Gil-Galad: And that's my husband's boyfriend, he domesticated him

yes the rabid wolves are the kidnap fam

#elrond #Celebrían #gil galad #jrr tolkien #middle earth #the hobbit #lord of the rings #lotr #elves #tolkien #silmarillion #incorrect quotes #incorrect tolkien quotes #Elrond x Celebrían x Gil-Galad #feral elrond

[daughterofimladris]

What is it like to be related to The Lord and Lady of Lothorien?

What are some fond memories of your travels to Lothorien?

What are your thoughts on Master Erestor's moods?

come on I had to ask about Erestor 😉

-Lady Tara

Ah, Dearest Tara,

These questions are simply wonderful. Thank you for them. I do hope you are having a beautiful day today! Erestor as well!

To answer your first question about being related to Lady Galadriel, The Lady of Light and Lord Celeborn is easy! I'm sure most would think that there would be so much pressure to be perfect in everything, but that really is not how my Grandparents are. They are simply just my Grandparents. They have always loved my younger siblings and I, especially Little Estel, and they spoil us regularly, mostly Grandfather.

As for your second question, about some fond memories I have from my travels to Lothorien...? Well, there are so many fond memories, but I suppose I could tell one for this letter. If you want another story, you can send another ask, Dear Mellon.

So, when I was a young elfling, perhaps 500 years old or so, my Nana and Ada were, of course, invited to Lothorien for a great festival. I think it was a Midsummer Festival. Anyway, they were sent two individual letters of invitation, however, one was addressed to me! Now, this was a very big deal because I had been working on my writing and I was supposed to write a response back to the Lord and Lady of Lothorien, my Grandparents. I remember being so excited about writing my own response, all by myself! I brought it to Glorfindel and Erestor and they were both very impressed and incredibly proud of me. I even got to help my Ada seal my letter of response.

I realize that that story is not really about my travels to Lothorien, but I think you might be just as happy to read that story. If you are not, then please let me know and I shall send you a whole other letter with a story about my travels to Lothorien.

The third question is simply my favorite. Though he will most likely deny it, Master Erestor is a bit of a grumpy ellon. Though, much less so now that he has you, Dearest Tara. But before you, he truly seemed like a grump. But I always had the pleasure of knowing that he was quite a kind and loving ellon. I truly love Uncle Erestor and I do know that he loves me just as much. No matter how many times he denies it to other people.

Love you, Uncle! I promise that I will return the books before sun down tomorrow! I only have a few chapters left and then I shall return it to the library!

Blessings, Lady Tara!

Lady Taniara,

Eldest Daughter of Lord Elrond

@eunoiaastralwings

Thank you for these wonderful questions!

#elf #elves #lotr #the hobbit #new blog #rivendell #elrond #lady galadriel #celeborn #erestor #erestor x tara #glorfindel #celebrían #tolkien #middle earth

[sotwk]

I was wondering who are your fancasts for your headcanon world?

<33

Hiiii Quickie! @quickslvxrr

Am I right in guessing that your question was prompted by my reblog of your reblog of Charlie Hunnam's gif set? XD

Because if so, I will just say that I am very excited to have selected Charlie as my fancast for Théodred of Rohan! (Excited because I hope to start writing chapters of my Eomer x OC fic soon, which actually co-stars dear Théodred.)

I have a growing fancast list for the SotWK AU! I still need to get around to making an official and complete list, but since you seem curious, here is majority of what I have so far.

Apart from Reader Insert stories I write in response to requests, all fics and characters I create are grounded in the SotWK AU, so these characters exist consistently across and crossover between my stories.

SotWK AU Fancast List (a work in progress)

The Royal Family of the Woodland Realm

Elvenking Thranduil - Lee Pace

Elvenqueen Maereth - Jennifer Connelly

Crown Prince Mirion - Henry Cavill

Prince Turhir - Sam Heughan

Prince Arvellas - Rupert Friend 

Prince Gelir - Sam Claflin

Prince Legolas - Orlando Bloom

Crown Princess Itarildë  - Teresa Palmer

(later Crown) Prince Aranion - Bradley James

Princess Anariel- Gabriella Wilde 

Elvenking Oropher - Jason Isaacs

Greenwood Elves

Darthol (Gelir's birth-mate) - Dan Stevens

Olondir (cousin of the Thranduilions) - Jake Gyllenhaal

Rivendell Elves

Elrond - Hugo Weaving

Celebrían - Connie Nielsen 

Nimeithel (oc cousin of Celebrían & mother of Itarildë) - Rebecca Ferguson

Elladan - Richard Madden

Elrohir - Sebastian Stan

Silmarillion / First Age Ancestors

Glorfindel - ???? -still searching!-

Elemírë (oc wife of Glorfindel & sister of Elenwë) - Vanessa Kirby

Maglor/Kanafinwë - Ben Barnes

Velcálë (oc wife of Maglor) - Zendaya Coleman

Círdan the Shipwright - Iain Glen

Eäriel (oc wife of Círdan) - Olivia Hussey

Eärondir (oc son of Círdan & father of Maereth) - Alexander Skarsgard  

Laurinwen (oc mother of Maereth) - Lily Collins

Dwarves / Line of Durin

Durin III, King of Khazad-dûm- Hugh Jackman 

Frerin, son of Thrain - Gerard Butler

Gondorians

Aerdis (oc love interest of Boromir) - Freida Pinto 

Anarlas (brother of Aerdis) - Oscar Isaac

Imrahil, Prince of Dol Amroth - Eric Bana

Ivriniel - Isabella Rossellini

Finduilas - Monica Bellucci

Erchirion - Adam Driver

Lothíriel - Gal Gadot

Rohirrim

Théodred - Charlie Hunnam

Signyr (oc shield-maiden & Éomer's love interest) - Katheryn Winnick

Léodor (oc in Éomer's Éored) - Chris Hemsworth

Héothain (oc in Éomer's Éored) - Will Poulter

Haradrim

to be revealed OC - Pedro Pascal

YUP. I almost didn't want to insert that little spoiler of my upcoming fic, but I'm just too excited about fancasting the widely adored Pedro Pascal in my AU. It will be one heck of a character, too! I am SO VERY excited to create Harad OCs (Pedro's will be the main one)!

Thank you for the Ask! Although this list is still messy and incomplete, answering it puts me one step closer to getting an official fancast list done! :)

Just tagging people whom I think/hope might be interested in this:

@hobbitwrangler @scyllas-revenge @ass-deep-in-demons @emmanuellececchi @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras @konartiste @hippodameia @a-world-of-whimsy-5 @achromaticerebus @aduialel @asianbutnotjapanese @entishramblings @heilith @ladyweaslette @laneynoir @quillofspirit @stormchaser819 @g-m-kaye @mirra-kan @alwayssevvy @marsharmonicorchestra @laurfilijames @coopsgirl @jane0error @jezzibee @lathalea @cuarthol

Other useful links:

Introduction to SotWK

SotWK HC Masterlist

Fanfiction Masterlist

Fanfiction Request Guidelines

#sotwk answers #sotwk oc #sotwk headcanon #sotwk fancast #lotr #tolkien #tolkien oc #lotr oc #lord of the rings #greenwood the great #thranduil #thranduilion #mirkwood elves #gondor #rohan

[sillysistersusi]

Warmth and Love

Fandom: The Silmarillion

Glorfindel x Erestor

Summary: Erestor's father once told him what it was like to fall in love but Erestor always thought he would never find the one. When he falls in love with Glorfindel, he is unsure if this is right. Shouldn't he fall in love with an elleth? And even if it was right, didn't Glorfindel deserve someone better than him?

A/N: I went with the popular headcanon here that Erestor is Caranthir's son.

Hope you like it!

Erestor's father had always told him that being in love was nice. Caranthir had seemed cold and unpredictable to outsiders, but he had actually been a really gentle father.

He had told Erestor what it felt like to fall in love. That excitement that rose up in you whenever you saw the person you liked. The slight tingling, the will to suddenly pay attention to your appearance so that that someone would look at you. The red cheeks (although, as Erestor noted with a gentle smile, Caranthir's cheeks had always been red), the sudden stutter when you tried to speak.

It had always frightened Erestor. But it had also made him excited. Because even if people thought otherwise of him, he longed to be loved. He sometimes looked at Celebrían and Elrond, who seemed so happy and carefree together. And he wanted that too.

They could always rely on each other, got through everything together and showered each other with affection. And Erestor felt this longing in his heart. He wanted that too. He wanted to be loved and cherished and in return wanted to give all his being to another person. Like the people do in books all the time.

But not like this.

Because all of a sudden he felt all those things Caranthir had told him about so long ago, only these feelings were even stronger than he had ever imagined.

The only problem was the person he had fallen in love with. It was Glorfindel.

However, Glorfindel wasn't the problem at all, no, it was Erestor himself.

Why had he fallen in love with another ellon and not with an elleth? That couldn't be normal. He had never heard of such a thing.

But as much as he wanted to ignore these feelings, he couldn't. Glorfindel and he worked together all the time and Glorfindel liked to put an arm around Erestor, although Erestor always had to restrain himself from simply leaning against Glorfindel.

He hadn't been able to sleep for a few days now and his work was getting worse by the minute.

And slowly he was no longer sure what he was supposed to be doing.

"Erestor? "Elrond eyed him anxiously. He had asked Erestor to talk to him about something, but because of the lack of sleep, Erestor was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate, no matter how hard he tried.

"Yes, Lord Elrond," he said, trying to stifle a yawn.

Elrond sighed and leant back a little in the chair behind his desk. "I have  noticed that you have been... different lately. You do not seem to be sleeping well. Are bad dreams haunting you, my friend? If yes, we can talk about it, I have my own fair share of nightmares."

Erestor could barely bear Elrond's worried look. If only he knew how wrong everything was Erestor felt. If only he knew how abnormal he was. "Everything is alright thank you." Erestor said and his heart tightened. How much he would have liked to confide his worries to someone. But he couldn't.

Elrond rubbed his forehead. "You are almost as stubborn as Maedhros." he muttered before continuing louder. "I know something is wrong. Everyone realised it. Glorfindel spoke to me about it yesterday."

"Glorfindel? "Erestor asked, hating how high his voice was suddenly. He tried to keep the heat out of his face, but it only made his cheeks go even warmer.

Elrond nodded slowly and frowned briefly at the strange look on Erestor's face. "Yes, Glorfindel. He is worried."

"Then please tell him he does not have to, I am fine," Erestor said.

Glorfindel was worried about him? Why did that thought alone give him goose bumps?

Why did it have to be like this? Why Glorfindel? He was everything Erestor could never be. Everything he could never have. Even if one of them was a woman, it wouldn't change the fact that Glorfindel was far too good for Erestor. Erestor had been trying to push the other elf away for days, but Glorfindel still cared about him.

Elrond had now stood up and stepped around his desk. "Are you sure you are all right? You are so pale," he said gently. "Please, my friend, take the day off."

"That is really not necessary, my lord, I can- "

But Elrond obviously didn't accept any protests, because he took the pile of papers Erestor was carrying in his arms from him.

Erestor knew when a fight was lost and he knew Elrond too well to expect him to give in after all.

"I will ask Lindir to complete some of your tasks. I am sure he will be happy to help, as he has also noticed that you are not well." he said and left the pile on his desk before returning to Erestor. He put an arm around him and led him to the door.

Before they reached the door, however, it suddenly swung open and Glorfindel practically stumbled in.

Erestor's heart leapt as he looked at him. The golden hair fell elegantly over Glorfindel's shoulders as always, the corners of his lips were curved into a gentle smile as usual and his cheeks were slightly flushed from running. This last point made Erestor feel quite warm. Had it been this stuffy in Elrond's office?

"I was wondering where you were. I thought we were supposed to meet in the library," Glorfindel said to Erestor, who didn't answer directly but stared at Glorfindel for a moment as if he were speaking another language.

His cheeks were as red as his father's had always been when he said: "I am sorry, I had forgotten- no, not forgotten, but I had- so- "

He normally never stuttered. Elrond also seemed to notice this strange behaviour, for he said, "That was my fault. I had to discuss something quickly with Erestor."

And then he grabbed Erestor's arm and pulled him back into his office. "We need to-" he seemed to think for a moment, "go through a few documents. Why do you not just wait outside for a moment?"

Glorfindel nodded and disappeared.

Erestor looked at the spot where he had just been standing for a few seconds and then turned to Elrond. He frowned at him. "What exactly- "

"You like Glorfindel." Elrond interrupted him. "That is what is going on!"

Erestor swallowed. "We all like Glorfindel, do we not?"

"But you LIKE Glorfindel. I am not blind, Erestor." Elrond said.

But somehow he was still smiling and didn't look like Elrond was disgusted of him, so Erestor plucked up his courage and asked nervously, "You do not think it is qrong or strange? You do not think I should be in love with an elleth?"

Now Elrond looked worried again. "No, not at all. Why do you think I would?"

"Is it not unnatural to feel something like that?" Erestor asked cautiously. "Should I not love a person of the opposite sex, Lord Elrond?"

"No." Elrond replied. His voice sounded so determined and firm that it almost struck Erestor. He could see how sure Elrond was and that he really meant it. Erestor had worked under Elrond long enough now to know when he really meant something, and now he did. "You know who Maedhros is?"

"My uncle, the son of Fëanor, one of your adoptive fathers," said Erestor, who had become a little dizzy. Elrond's face kept blurring before his eyes.

He nodded. "Exactly. "Erestor was unsure what that meant until Elrond said, "Fingon and he loved each other."

Fingon? "You mean Fingolfin's firstborn?" Erestor asked in amazement, his heart beating faster at the idea that there was someone like him.

"Yes." Elrond confirmed. "As far as I know, they never tied their fëa together, but that only out of fear. Fear that it would hurt even more if they lost each other. Maedhros told me they were sure that sooner or later one of them would leave Middle-earth and go to the halls of Mandos. But Maedhros also told me he would marry Fingon, if he also still wanted to, as soon as he saw him again, no matter how long it would take."

"So it is - so it is not," Erestor fell silent.

"Wrong?" Elrond finished the sentence questioningly, to which Erestor nodded. "No, I do not think so. In the end, it is not the hröa but the fëa of a person that you fall for. It has not happened often, but I think there are even rumours that Lalwen, Fëanor's sister, has bound herself to another elleth. So I do not think you need to worry about that, my friend."

Erestor nodded slightly. Just the thought that Elrond thought it was normal seemed to reassure him. And the knowledge that Uncle Maedhros was so much like him, even if Erestor had never met him, made him happy. At least no one in the family would think him mad, if he would ever meet them.

When Elrond had said that two elleths could also bond, a thought that had somehow never occurred to him before, Erestor had almost felt as if he might be normal after all.

The fact that Caranthir had fallen in love with a mortal had also struck some as odd, as had the rumours of Aegnor and Andreth, but in the end they had accepted it with a simple shrug of the shoulders. At least the elves around his father did.

Erestor exhaled slowly. "I think I understand. I am not unnatural."

"Well, some would say that you work unnaturally hard, but no. There is nothing wrong with you." Elrond smiled gently and then walked slowly back towards the door. "I think there is someone we need to convince that you are fine. I also want you to rest anyway, alright?"

Erestor sighed, but nodded.

"Good." Elrond opened the door.

Glorfindel stood on the other side of the corridor and took a closer look at the new blossoms on a nearby tree.

When he heard the door open, he immediately turned his head.

Elrond smiled and said, "You really do not need to worry Glorfindel, there is nothing wrong with Erestor, he just needs some sleep. Your job today is to make sure he gets it. Do not leave his side until he has slept for at least four hours. I would even prefer more hours, but we should start with small steps."

Do.

Not.

Leave.

His.

Side.

Erestor had just heard that right, hadn't he? Glorfindel was not allowed to leave his side. What- ?

Erestor saw Elrond wink at him out of the corner of his eye.

Meanwhile, Glorfindel's face had turned the colour of cranberries and his mouth was caught in a strange combination of a smile and a scowl.

"Yes, Lord Elrond. With pleasure. Well, I mean, it will be my pleasure to watch Erestor sleep- no, to make sure he actually sleeps."

Erestor felt his cheeks grow even warmer. He must be redder by now than the red robes Fëanor had worn in the potraits Caranthir had had of him.

But Glorfindel had probably just said this by accident. After all, he often stumbled over his own words, so Erestor was not surprised by this behaviour.

He was also a little more concerned with taking deep, long breaths to prevent his heart from pounding too hard, because he had the feeling that it was beating so loudly that Elrond and Glorfindel should have been able to hear it.

It took a while for Erestor to realise that Glorfindel was staring at him. His eyes lit up when he met Erestor's eyes and he smiled.

Erestor felt the corners of his mouth turn up to smile back, but he stopped them at the last moment and shook himself.

Only now did he realise that he and Glorfindel were now standing alone in the corridor. Elrond had obviously withdrawn quietly and secretly to his office.

Erestor swallowed.

Glorfindel sighed.

"I- I can go first, unless you want to- "

"No, no, go on," said Erestor and pushed Glorfindel along the corridor. When he was sure that the other elf wasn't looking, he put the cool backs of his hands on his burning cheeks.

They walked side by side in awkward silence for a while and Erestor tried to look everywhere but at Glorfindel.

But when they reached the door to Erestor's rooms, Glorfindel felt it necessary to break the silence. "Why has it become so strange between us Erestor?"

Because I'm strange.

Because I push you away from me so that it hurts less when you hate me.

Because I'm not worth you treating me so gently.

Because I love you and know that I can never have you.

But Erestor said none of this.

Instead he opened the door and stared at the handle for a few seconds before saying. "I have no idea what you are talking about." Then he stepped through the door and tried to pull it shut, but Glorfindel held it.

"Should I just wait outside the door?" he asked.

"What?"

"I am not supposed to leave your side, remember?" Glorfindel said gently, but any smile had left his face. It looked more like he was going to start crying at any moment.

Erestor had indeed completely forgotten Elrond's order. He let go of the door and beckoned Glorfindel in.

"You can read a book while I sleep," he said and didn't look in Glorfindel's direction again as he lay down in bed and pulled the blanket up to his chin, because it was the only way he could suppress the urge to hug Glorfindel.

Not only because Glorfindel had been sad, but also because Erestor simply longed so much for physical contact. For so long he had imagined what it would be like to exchange gentle touches with another person. And now the person from whom Erestor wanted such a touch was in his room, reading a book next to his bed.

And it wasn't just the physical contact but also the neglect of his fëa that made Erestor feel cold all the time. Especially when he should be sleeping. As if he was sinking in the middle of an icy lake and couldn't make it back to the surface where the sun could warm his skin.

He wished he could stretch out his fëa and touch Glorfindel's with it. Maybe then he would be able to sleep. Maybe then he would know what it was like to be loved. But he would never do that without Glorfindel's consent.

"I can hear you thinking," Glorfindel said softly.

Erestor sat up. "Then I could better go back to work, right? If I do not get any sleep anyway."

"No!" Glorfindel had jumped up and pushed Erestor back into his pillow. "You need to sleep."

"Let go of me!" roared Erestor and tried to push Glorfindel away from him, but with little success as Glorfindel lost his balance and fell onto Erestor.

It took him a moment to realise what had just happened.

He felt Glorfindel's chest rise and fall, pressed directly against his. The warmth from his body seeped into him and his scent gave Erestor, whose skin had begun to tingle pleasantly, the feeling of hope.

He had already forgotten all about his frustration.

He hadn't felt this warm since his Atar had cuddled him as a small child. Erestor had never believed that he would ever feel this warm again. So secure, as if he was really safe. As if everything was fine for the first time in a long while.

It was only when Glorfindel said softly, "Erestor?" that he realised he had started to cry.

A few silent tears rolled down his cheeks. There weren't many, but Glorfindel had never seen Erestor cry before, so it must have been quite a shock for him.

"Did I hurt you? I am so sorry!" Glorfindel tried to get up, but Erestor reacted in panic and clutched his fingers in Glorfindel's clothes to pull him close again. "Erestor? Is everything- "

"Don't go." was all Erestor could whimper softly. "Please don't go."

"O- okay." Glorfindel whispered before he could catch himself. He reached out a hand hesitantly and stroked a few tears from Erestor's cheek. "I am not going. I'm staying. Do not worry. I am staying."

And that was all it took for Erestor to fall asleep.

~•~

In his dreams, Erestor had repeatedly relived the moment when Glorfindel's warmth had suddenly enveloped him.

It had been a dream he did not wish to be woken up from for a long time, which is why he kept his eyes closed when he woke up.

It was so wonderfully warm that he could barely register what was happening around him. All he could sense was the warmth and that wonderful smell. He couldn't say exactly what he smelled, but Erestor associated some feelings with it. Safety, warmth, love and excitement.

But there was something even warmer. He could barely feel its presence, but it was there and he thought he could reach it with his mere thoughts.

Something in the back of his mind told him not to try to reach it, but why not?

So he reached for it. For this other, greater warmth.

A startled cry tore him from his half-sleep and it took him a moment to realise where he was.

He sat up and stared at an extremely shocked Glorfindel. "Your fëa- "

And that was when Erestor realised. He had reached out his fëa to Glorfindel's. That had been the warmth he had so desperately wanted to get to.

Erestor turned his gaze away from Glorfindel's very quickly. There was no way he wanted to see the look in Glorfindel's eyes when he realised everything. If he had touched Glorfindel with his fëa, it meant that Glorfindel had been able to sense some of his innermost feelings.

"Erestor- "

"Leave it alone. Go. You do not have to ever- "Erestor's fingers tightened in his duvet and he tried in vain to swallow his rising tears. He had never felt so incredibly naked and bare. He had never wanted to reveal his innermost self to anyone. He had always hoped that there might be someone who would love it, but he had always known that it would never happen. "If you wish, we never have to speak again. If that is what you want, I can go, you do not have to leave because of me- "

"Erestor no." Glorfindel's voice clearly indicated that he was crying, and that threw Erestor so much off track that he turned and looked at him in amazement.

Glorfindel had moved a little closer to him and they were now sitting almost shoulder to shoulder. Through the net of his tears, Erestor could only see his face blurred, but it was clear that Glorfindel was crying.

"You feel so lonely," Glorfindel whispered softly and placed one of his hands, palm up, between them on the duvet. An invitation. "But you have so much love to give."

"Did you feel that I- " But Erestor's voice died away. He simply didn't have enough strength. He longed so much for Glorfindel's warmth and the feeling of no longer being alone.

"Yes." Glorfindel said in a weak voice. "Yes, I felt it. But it might be interesting for you to know, Erestor, that I feel the same way about you. I, too, have long taken you to my heart and wish for your warmth next to me at night when I sleep so that I can dream of better days instead of the cold ones of the past. Of days that I spend with you."

"Why?" Erestor asked, crying softly. "Why do you want me by your side? I am just old and bitter."

"Oh, but Erestor, I am even older than you," whispered Glorfindel and he lifted his other hand to place it gently on Erestor's cheek and stroked him gently over his cheek with his thumb. "And you are not bitter. You are afraid. Afraid that you would never be loved. But you are. I love you so much."

Erestor had the feeling that something had exploded inside him and now he didn't know what to do with all his emotions.

He slowly let himself fall forwards and nestled his forehead against Glorfindel's shoulder. Then he reached for his hand, which was still stretched out between them, and squeezed it tightly. "But what if I do everything wrong? I do not want to lose you."

"Then let us make mistakes together and learn from them." Glrofindel wrapped an arm around Erestor's shoulders and rubbed him gently between the shoulder blades.

"But- but I have no experience with this at all." Erestor whispered softly.

"That is okay. Let us learn together." Glorfindel replied and Erestor's heart beat faster with every word. "Please let me love you, Erestor."

Erestor felt his body tremble, so unaccustomed was he to physical contact and affection. He pulled his legs to his chest and pressed himself tightly against Glorfindel, who practically wrapped his whole body around Erestor.

"All right," Erestor said and closed his eyes, surrounded by nothing but warmth and love.

#glorestor #glorfindel #erestor #glorfindel x erestor #cross posted on ao3 #love confessions #silm fanfic #lotr fanfic #fanfic #lotr #silmarillion #silm #imladris #elrond

[thrillofhope]

Some Celrond Christmas fluff

Summary: Celebrían and Elrond have been roommates for years and friends for even longer. But when he goes as her date to her ex's wedding and spends Christmas with her family in Lothlórien, she wonders if maybe they could be more than friends. Amidst trying to work out the nature of her feelings, Celebrían is determined to bring Elrond a bit of joy this Christmas.

[T, 7.4k chapter]

#celrond #celebrían x elrond #modern au #lotr fic #trop fic #holiday fic

[runawaymun]

Celrond brainrot hours

#celrond #elrond #celebrían #elrond x celebrian #unfinished tales #lotr #The Silmarillion #silmart #lotr fanart #my art #and what do we do when the horrors overtake us? we call a friend to chat and draw our otp

[gi-nathlam-hi]

Going on a walk to get away from everyone’s nonsense for a while. 

Continuing to try and manifest Celrond for future seasons. Please. I’m begging the showrunners... 🥺👉👈 give me my OTP and let them be really soft for each other.

The Rings of Power costume department has done so much work in clearly basing costuming and imagery off of historical art, so I wanted to try and do a sort-of raphaelite inspired dress for Cel. I think it worked? 

Elrond glows with starlight when he’s happy and I’ll never stop drawing/writing him that way. He ain’t descended from Melian the Maia and called “vault of heaven” for nothing! 

Please click for better quality because Tumblr eats pixels! 

#celrond #elrond #celebrían #elrond x celebrian #my art #rings of power #the rings of power #trop #rop #rings of power art #rings of power daily #i love them from the bottom of my whole ass #we get celrond or we riot

[ragingbookdragon]

For The Love I Bear Was Only Given To Worship You With

Haldir of Lothlórien x Reader

Word Count: 3.3K Warnings: Semi-graphic depictions of assault/violence, blood, etc.

Author's Note: Please be advised within the first few paragraphs there is depiction of sexual assault. If that is a sensitive topic for you, then I strongly advise you to skip over until the first ellipses. -Thorne

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The defilement the orcs committed felt like hours, in fact, in probably had been hours since she and Celebrían had been taken captive and tortured repentantly. Her sister, however, had been spared, hopefully in some aspect, no thanks to her screams of “Take me! I am the youngest!” Celebrían had sobbed hysterically, begging her not to, but all she could think of was Elrond and his children, how she had to protect her sister for the sake of her brother-in-law.

It was, brutal. Black blood smeared with her own crimson as she lay motionless, no longer screaming her throat ragged, she lay still. From a distance, it felt like she was watching it happen, like her soul had departed from her body to witness the degradation. She could sense it all, hear and smell everything, from the thick scent of sweat and blood to the horrid, grating grunts and diabolical laughter.

And when they were done, they simply haphazardly tossed her back into the gated pen that Celebrían was sitting in the corner in. Her sister’s body was covered in cuts and bruises, but there was no sight of blood smeared anywhere below her hips and that made her sister have some feeling of relief deep inside. Celebrían scrambled to her knees, pulling her sister into the corner, hands going from her face to her torso hovering over her lap.

“Oh, oh Eru,” she gagged in her horror as her sister merely curled into a ball on her thighs, not even feeling any of the pain, and passed out. Celebrían merely held her, praying to the One that someone would save them.

***

Something was nagging at her, but she couldn’t tell what it was. A feeling in her chest that felt as if it was tearing away at the very muscle of the organ. She wanted to stay in the darkness she was in. It was cold, calm, quiet—a far cry from what she had left behind. But the feeling wouldn’t quit tugging at her. Finally, she opened her eyes to stop it, but if nothing else, to at least see what it was.

Bleary eyed, she blinked at the figure in white standing a ways from her, a sound coming from it; she continued to squint until her vision cleared and her mother stood before her, lips moving in a continual motion of, “Get up. You must get up.”

“I do not want to,” she said lethargically.

“You must get up, hína nîn,” Galadriel repeated. “They are coming back for your sister. Get up.”

She felt something shift in her chest again, another strong pulse. “I cannot rise.”

Something turned in her mother’s gaze and she raised a hand, a ball of light in it. “They will do to her what they did to you. My child, you must get up.”

“Mother, I—”

“Rise, and protect yourselves!” Galadriel commanded.

***

Her eyes snapped open, and she instantly heard the blood curdling screams of Celebrían ripping from her throat; her eyes darted, catching sight of two orcs pulling her by the arms and the same force in her chest culminated into a violent shift of energy that had the orcs flying and her sister hitting the ground.

She ran, grabbed Celebrían by the arm, and flung her back behind before raising her hands. A force unlike anything that had not been seen in ages emanated from her palms, a blinding, white-hot energy that created a warping aegis around them.

Her eyes were narrowed in righteous rage as she warned the orcs clambering to their feet, “Pass this hallowed barrier and I will annihilate you.”

One of the orcs pulled out his sword, bellowed in his guttural tongue and ran at the barrier; she merely watched as he brought his sword down only for it to shatter into a thousand shards, and when his body met the field, he was consumed by white flame, yelling in pain before he fell to the ground.

She drew her gaze from the dead orc to the ones gathering back behind the barrier and stared them down with deadly eyes. “You will not cross this barrier so long as I stand. I will not fall.”

A bloodthirsty haze fell over the group, and they began screaming in their tongue at her, running to take her down.

***

It wasn’t long before elven arrows pierced the flesh of orcs, a war horn blaring across the mountain side as horses thundered across the rocks and silver swords were slashing at heads and limbs.

She still stood, hands raised in the same position as countless burned bodies lay at the edge of the shield. Blood dripped from her nostrils as the energy of her body and soul went into the force of the barrier, but she would withstand a thousand years of it, if it meant her sister would be safe.

The orcs dropped like flies around them, some trying to flee only to be hunted down by Rivendell and Lothlórien soldiers. She watched, catching sight of her brother-in-law and nephews among the fray.

All but one orc remained, the leader of their pack, held by three elves, each on his arms and one with his head in his grip. Elrond raised his sword, an unexplainable emotion on his face, only to hear from the distance between them, “STOP!”

His blade froze midair, and he spun, seeing the barrier disintegrating. She stumbled, torn and dirtied dress exposing her body as she hobbled towards him. “My Lady—” he started, and she ripped his dagger from his belt with fury.

“He is mine to kill.” She looked at the elves holding his arms. “I order you to cut his limbs off. Leave his head attached to his body.”

They did as she commanded, not feeling a thing but disgust as the orc shrieked in pain. As he fell onto his back, she scrambled atop him and glowered down, shoving the blade horizontally between his teeth to keep his mouth open.

“You have defiled me. I, a daughter of the Lady of Light. You have committed a sin so foul, so grave, so unspeakable.” Her voice grew with her rage, a shaking beginning to rattle the ground around them and the elves looked at one another in shock, if not all-overwhelming fear.

Trees began to sweep from the dirt, exposing their roots with creaks and groans of vengeance, stones fractured, the ground splitting in cracks along the way. Fury stormed in her eyes as lightning flashed across the sky, her voice a force full of seething hatred as she yanked the blade from his mouth, feeling black blood splattering her skin as his cheeks and face ripped. She raised the blade and stabbed down.

“YOU WILL DIE FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!” stab after stab. “YOU WILL ROT IN THE DEEPEST PITS OF WHATEVER HELL YOU HAVE CRAWLED OUT OF!” she continued to stab into his flesh, carving away at the organs in his chest.

Her arms grew tired, but she didn’t stop until someone grabbed her, and she screamed, turning the blade on them, eyes wild as she snarled, “DO NOT TOUCH ME!” she turned the blade on them all. “NO ONE IS TO TOUCH ME!”

The elf, Haldir, her courter, she recognized in her haze of rage, stepped back, his own eyes going wide with concern as she staggered to her feet, covered in black ichor. The blade dropped beside her feet, and she turned to Elrond, her expression dead.

“Take my sister home,” she charged, before turning in the direction opposite of Lothlorien.

His sons were already gathering their mother and Elrond stepped towards her, raising a hand only to remember her warning, asking worriedly, “Where are you going?” his eyes, in horror, saw the state of her lower body. “You need to be healed.”

She merely kept walking. “Do not speak to me of healing. You will never heal what I have suffered. Take my sister home, Elrond. Now.”

It was all she said before disappearing down the side of the mountain, the elves of Rivendell and Lothlórien all stunned and silent. Haldir was torn between helping Lady Celebrían and going after his love, but one look from Elrond, and a quickly barked order to the elves around had him moving to assist Elrond’s sons, his heart aching for his love.

***

2910. Four hundred years had passed since the attack on the daughters of the Lady of Light. Four hundred years since Elrond had watched his wife depart to the Undying Lands. Four hundred years since he grieved for the loss of both his wife and sister-in-law who was nowhere to be found. Not even Lady Galadriel would speak of her whereabouts, though he had full reason to believe that she knew.

It was a time of celebration in Lothlórien, and he and his children had come to the land to join in the time of joy with their family, welcoming the spring as gold filled the forest along with blooming flowers of all shades.

The party was beautiful, the food and wine delicious, but Elrond could see the sadness in his brethren’s gazes, knew they all missed the Daughters of Light so terribly. Haldir, Elrond knew, was hit just as hard as he was. Both he and her were born the same year, him becoming a sort of knight watching out for her as she grew older. Their affection and devotion to one another was evident to all around them; their people could only wonder when Haldir was to court her, but when the incident occurred, and she vanished, they watched one of their strongest soldiers fall into a deep ravine of grief. Elrond felt for his fellow elf, could only offer wise council to ease their hearts, but he knew Haldir would never be the same until she came home.

The joyous celebration was brought to a sudden halt as a bright light filled the entrance of the dining hall. Everyone covered their eyes, at first assuming it had to be Lady Galadriel, but she was at the center with Lord Celeborn. Soldiers raised their arms, regular elves protecting their partners and children until the light began to dim and, in the center, stood the remaining Daughter of Light who hadn’t been seen for four-hundred years.

She wore a pure, snow-white dress, adorned with a green sash and gold designs all across the front. The patten ebbing up from the edge of her dress was that of the trees of Lothlórien, branches trailing up to her hips. Her shoulders were covered by golden pauldrons, golden wrist guards wrapped around her forearms. Gold sandals wrapped elegantly around her feet and calves like vines.

Her expression was one of calm, and an overwhelming peace filled the sanctuary when she smiled so softly and murmured, “Forgive me for my absence.” Her steps were delicate as she walked up the middle of the tables to her mother and father where she knelt before them. “Mother, father, I have come home.”

The two had rather subdued reactions, but everyone could see the happiness and love in their eyes as they smiled at her; Galadriel reached down, lifted her chin, and asked, “Have you found peace, hína nîn?”

A smile so contrasted to the absolute infernal rage they had seen on her four centuries earlier was shocking, but she nodded. “I have spent four hundred years in solitude healing from unimaginable wounds. My only comfort was the light of the sun and stars.” Her smile was kind, her voice gentle. “I have found my peace, mother. I am whole.”

Lady Galadriel wasn’t even able to say a word when cheers and cries of joy echoed around them, flowers thrown and celebration around. The party continued on, now a third chair at the table of the Lady and Lord, many elves coming to greet and express gladness at their Daughter of Light’s return. Even Elrond came and she greeted him with a hand to her chest and he returned it, but suddenly overcome with emotion, tears gathered in his eyes, and he whispered, “Forgive me.”

She simply smiled and reached up, wiping his tears with her thumbs as she calmly replied, “There is nothing to forgive, muindor.” Her smile only brought more tears to his eyes and with a gesture much like human affection, she pulled him to her and gently rubbed his back. “You have done so much in this time. So much grief and sadness you have weathered for your children and people.” Pulling back, she gazed at him. “Grieve for me no longer, muindor. I have grown.”

He swallowed thickly and reached up, gently touching her cheek as if she were glass. “I am glad you have returned. We have all missed you.” She merely smiled, eyes crinkling at the edges.

***

As the evening drew on, the elves took to dancing in the night, the sound of music lifting the hearts and souls of them all. She stood off to the side, watching with warmth until she felt a presence beside her. “Haldir,” she murmured before looking over. “You look well.”

He in fact looked like hell had come alive. To suddenly see her after so many centuries, his heart had felt as if it had imploded, sunken to the bottom of the seas. “I only pale in comparison to the beauty of My Lady.”

Her smile set him at ease as they looked over the crowd. “Such beautiful music.”

“Indeed,” he agreed, happening to meet the eyes of the harpist who smiled at him. A pretty little elf, a few centuries younger than him, long red hair, and bright green eyes. “Ningannelthel has certainly gathered many eyes and hearts with her skill.”

“I would not doubt that.” She glanced at him. “Perhaps it is time you court her?”

Haldir’s eyes went wide, and he gaped at her. “I—beg pardon?”

“Ningannelthel is not married. Her eyes do not speak such volumes. She comes from a respected line. If you were to court her, it would be a joyous union.” She gestured for him to go. “Please, do not let me keep you. Go forth and court her.” She wouldn’t hear anything from him, saying her goodbyes as she retired for the evening.

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It was the coolness of the morning that stirred her, and she stood at the highest platform in Lórien, watching the land wake up before her. The air was crisp, a bit chilly even as the sun began rising, but she felt calmness like nothing she had felt before.

Her time in solitude was spent truthfully in a cave, sealed inside the dark as she cursed and screamed her agony for years on end. For two centuries, she dwelled in darkness and rage until the third when she finally had no strength left, and she prepared herself to waste away into nothingness, when a single bright blossom bloomed in the center of where she lay.

For an entire hundred years, she gaze at the golden flower, a soft song like that of Eru sung to her for only her ears, and tears dripped down her face like a river of crystal. Her body, her soul, her mind healed from her suffering as the anger, like her tears, eventually dried up and dissipated, until all that remained was a tranquility. A peace that would measure and level the land for the ages to come.

At the end of the fourth century, she took the flower from the ground and consumed it, the blessings of Eru departed to her, melding with her soul and she saw the Timeless Halls where the One dwelled, was given the sight of the Secret Fire, and bestowed a single gift with many traits. One gift above all, to heal and to protect. She knew then that she served a higher purpose in the course of time; she saw the sun for the first time in four hundred years, and cried tears of exultation.

The sun rising now reminded her of the beauty of the light after darkness for so long. There was such beauty in it, unspeakable, untellable beauty. A presence stood beside her.

“I have heard you decided to not court, Ningannelthel,” she said.

“No,” he answered. “I cannot court whom my heart does not belong to.”

“Your heart belongs to a woman no longer here, Haldir,” her voice was one of pity and he appeared before her, shadows on his face as the sun haloed his hair.

“I have loved the same woman from the moment I saw her when I was a child to even this very moment. I have loved her regardless of what she suffered. I will continue to love her in her transformations. I will never stop loving her, no matter who she is now or who she was then.” He gazed at her with a look of seriousness unlike himself. “I have never loved her more than in the four centuries I spent waiting for her to return to me. And no one will ever love her more deeply and more timelessly than I have.”

Her heart beat in her chest like normal, but it was abnormally strong as she took in his words. “You would have me? Even though I am not who I once was?”

He knew what she meant. Much like the stories of her mother’s prideful spirit being tempered by humbleness, he saw the same. No longer prideful like she had been prior to the incident, snarky and mischievous. Now, she resembled her in demeanor and soul like her mother, calm and humble. And ever-dispelling well of wisdom and love.

Haldir knelt before her and took her hands in his. “I would walk the land until it is destitute if it meant I could have you in the next life.” He stared at her. “And even if you left again, still I would wait for you to come home, even if it meant I only could take one glance at your face.” His heart came pouring out of his mouth. “If one day you command me to stand in place, I would stand there until you told me to move or until I returned to the ground. If you told me to go in search of what your heart desires, I would not stop until I had found every piece and brought it back.” Tears filled his eyes, and he choked out, “If one day you commanded me to give my heart to another, I would rather pull it from my chest and bury it in the earth, for the love I bear for you was only given to me by the grace of Eru to worship you with.”

She fell to her knees and laid her head on his lap, tears seeping into the cloth covering his legs; he held her, tears falling down his cheeks.

“I have waited for you this long, meleth nîn. If I have to wait longer, then I shall, but I will always love you, and nothing will ever even come close to being able to dim my devotion.”

Rising, she met his eyes and took his hands in hers. “I do not know if I can make you as happy as you wish to be, Haldir. I do not know if I can give you what you wish.”

He shook his head, a teary smile on his face as he confessed, “Whatever you give to me, I will be satisfied with. So long as I can hold you in my arms for all eternity.”

She leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together and whispered, “Melin gin, Haldir.”

“Melin gin, meleth nîn,” he murmured, their smiles rivaling the brightness of the sun.

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[elficially-done-with-life]

Safe Place

Pairing: Erestor x Reader (but it is pre-relationship... but they already love each other dearly)

Warnings: talk about attempted s*xual assault (but nothing actually happend)

Summary: After a party in Imladris, the reader flees to Erestor's office after being harassed by others. He would do anything to make her feel better.

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Erestor was just finishing a report when you stormed into his office and closed the door behind you, as if you were afraid someone would follow you.

That was unusual behaviour for you. You'd been an elf helping him out in the library for some time now and for some reason got along with his grim demeanour, and normally you always knocked respectfully on the door and waited for him to invite you in before entering a room.

But you didn't do that this time.

But that wasn't all Erestor found strange. There was a big party going on in Imladris that most young elves like you were looking forward to, and judging by the dress you were wearing, you had been there too. It was embroidered with floral patterns, had wide white sleeves and hugged the wonderful curves of your body close until it ended in ruffles below your knees. Erestor had seen you before the party started and had hurried not to stare at you too much, because he knew that once he had started he couldn't stop.

You were beautiful in that dress, so why did you look like you'd seen a ghost?

"Is everything all right?" he asked in a calm voice. He didn't like the way your body was shaking, so he decided to make his voice sound a little softer.

You started waving your hands around and looked down at the ground. He could practically hear your heart beating. What had happened?

Because even if Erestor pretended to be cold on the outside, he wasn't, especially not with you.

He didn't think you two would actually get together, simply because you were much younger than him and had more happiness for life, but also because you deserved someone better than him, but when you needed something like comfort or someone to listen, he was there. He would always be there.

Erestor stood up slowly so as not to startle you and walked around his desk until he was standing in front of you, leaning on the edge of the desk.

"You can tell me anything."

You looked up and his heart broke as he saw tears running down your beautiful cheeks. "I - I was at the party." You began carefully and Erestor nodded to show you that he was listening.

But then you interrupted yourself and shook your head. "I do not desire to burden you with my problems- I- "You paused.

Erestor swallowed. Had he still not shown you successfully enough that he would always help you?

"Do not worry about it. Please tell me."

"All right," you said slowly and wrapped your arms around yourself. Erestor could practically feel how uncomfortable you were and hoped that it would get better once you had managed to talk about it.

"So," you began, "I was at the party and there were these other elven men. After Arwen snuck off to meet Aragorn in secret, I was standing there alone. That- that was okay! I would not dance with anyone anyway except- "you interrupted yourself. Your eyes travelled briefly up to Erestor and then back down to the floor. "So I decided to leave, but- but they followed me and- " a sob escaped you. More tears rolled down your cheeks and Erestor could only watch as your shoulders shook. "And- and they tried- "You gestured to your body and then pressed a hand over your mouth to stifle your sobs.

Erestor immediately understood what you were getting at and anger rose up inside him. Not at you, but at those ellons! How dare they harass someone as wonderful and kind as you.

He tried to keep his voice calm, but it trembled: "Have they done something to you? Are you hurt?"

You shook your head. "Celebrían must have sensed something was wrong. I- I cannot remember everything clearly, but I think she hit one of them in the face. When Elrond came to her aid, I ran off and... I came here."

"And that is perfectly all right. No matter the time, you are always welcome if you need help or just need someone to talk to." he said gently.

"Thank you." you breathed, but you were still crying.

Slowly, he stepped closer to you and asked softly, "Is there any way I can help you? Do you want a hug or should I take you to your room and keep watch outside the door?"

Erestor knew that he was letting his feelings run free far too visibly, but he couldn't help it when he saw his favourite person in all of Middle-earth and Valinor so sad.

You lifted your gaze and looked at him through your tear-filled eyes before more tears ran down your cheeks and you stretched out your arms to him. He understood immediately and carefully stepped closer to you.

He carefully pulled you to his chest and began to stroke your back and hair as gently as possible. Erestor felt the need to pull you impossibly close and shield you from the world, but after what had happened to you that evening, it was probably better if he touched you gently. After all, he wanted to make you feel better and not worse.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door that made you flinched. Erestor whispered gently: "It is okay, do not worry. I will protect you." Before he said louder, "Come in."

The door opened a crack and Celebrían looked inside. When she saw you in Erestor's arms, a soft smile played around her lips. "I just wanted to see if you were all right," she said softly, "Elrond has thrown them out." She nodded gratefully to Erestor and then said, "I will see you tomorrow, I will leave you two alone now." Then she disappeared again.

"Erestor?" you asked quietly.

"Yes?"

"I - I came here because- because I feel safer with you than I do with anyone else," you admitted quietly.

Erestor felt his heart begin to pound harder at this confession. He liked that you saw him as a safe place.

"You do not need to be afraid anymore," he whispered before hesitantly pressing a kiss to your hair, "I will not leave your side tonight."

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