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#durin x disa x elrond
chuck-the-goon · 1 year
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Just some family bonding time.
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galedakarios · 1 year
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okay but the love a dwarf can hold for an elf is so powerful
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The Rings of Power Valentine’s Week Day 1 - OT3
@somebirdortheother and I kick off Valentine’s week with a what seems to be a massively underrepresented OT3: Durin, Disa and Elrond
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h00di3-00023 · 3 months
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I love them so much
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deadthingposting · 1 year
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Tolkien : yeah dwarfs hate basically every other race and they have a special hatred for elfs specifically
Everyone including Tolkien himself: but what if, hear me out a dwarf and a elf become friends? Like the bestest of friends like lovers even
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hikarielizabethbloom · 9 months
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Meanwhile in Moria
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runawaymun · 10 months
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Hope you’re well! Could you please do Durin Disa and Elrond for the pride requests please! Love youuuuuu
HI BABE
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Here's your art!!! Thank you so much for requesting them I love you too!
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feyhunter78 · 1 year
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GOD I saw you writing on the rings of power and I thought I might make a request. Can you do something with Elrond/reader where they somehow end up together in Khazad-dûm and Disa and Durin are first like this: 🤨😮
And then they try with all their might to bring these idiots together, because their love for each other is obvious to everyone except themselves. (Sorry if this is stupid damn)
This request was not stupid at all!!! It was so cute, and I love writing Disa as a matchmaker, plus It allowed me to use one of my fav tropes! The "there's only one bed" trope, and that is always a win for me!!!! I hope you enjoy!!!
Durin and Disa: Matchmakers Extraordinaire
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You were excited to join Elrond on his visit to Khazad-dûm. He had spent hours upon hours telling you of its beauty, and of the kindness of Durin and his family. Truly, you were excited to spend time with Elrond away from the suitors that clamored after you.
So many elflords were vying for your hand, but for a reason you could not seem to understand, none of them felt right to you. They were either too brash, or too shy, too extraverted, or too introverted, too messy, or too neat. Little things continued to trip you up, and you desired to spend time alone with Elrond in order to clear your mind.
“This is the home of Prince Durin, one of my dearest friends.” Elrond said, and he knocked on the door.
It swung open, and two dwarf children darted past you, both causing you to stumble back in surprise. Elrond’s quick reflexes caught you.
You started up at him, embarrassed that your own reflexes hadn’t prevented you from being startled.
“Are you alright?” He asked.
You nodded. “Merely embarrassed, but unharmed nonetheless.”
He righted you, his hands still on your waist.
A sharp cough came from the doorway and you both jolted apart.
“Durin, Disa, how wonderful to see you both again.”
“Three visits in a year? You must feel real guilty, elf.” Durin said, his face serious for a moment before it cracked into a smile, and he wrapped his arms around Elrond picking him up in a hug.
Elrond laughed and, you did as well, once he was set down and you both were ushered into the dwarf prince’s home.
“So, y/n, how long have you known our Elrond?” Disa asked, setting a steaming bowl of stew before you.
“It feels to be eons, but truly we made each other’s acquaintance semi-recently.” You told her, inhaling the delicious smell of her cooking.
“Y/N is an archivist from Eregion, Celebrimbor recommended her for the position in Lindon. She is highly skilled and a lovely traveling companion.” Elrond said, giving you a smile.
You ducked your head. “Elrond is being a flatter as usual; our journey was only so entertaining because he tells such wondrous tales, he really is a magnificent orator.”
Durin shot Elrond a look, who only furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
“And you are not married?” Durin asked abruptly, making Disa smack his arm.
You laughed, “no, I am not. My father has been encouraging me to find someone, but…” You trailed off for a moment, eyes meeting Elrond’s before they flickered away. “I cannot seem to find the right match.”
“That is a shame.” Disa said, ladling more stew into your nearly empty bowl.
“Thank you—I am not too concerned, I love my work, and I have friends to keep me company.”
“Like Elrond.” Durin said.
“Yes, he has, in a short time, become a dear friend of mine.” You smiled at the elf, and he returned it, a fondness in his oakwood eyes that made you feel pleasantly warm.
“And you Elrond, still no wedding you wish to invite us to?” Disa asked, a teasing smile on her face.
He shook his head, eyes flickering to you for a moment before returning to Disa. “No, I like y/n, am content with my work and friendships.”
Durin mumbled something under his breath, and Disa giggled.
Elrond raised an eyebrow, and you looked at him in confusion.
“So, will you both be staying the night?” Disa asked, as she began to clear the table.
“If it is no bother?” Elrond directed the question towards Disa which made Durin grumble.
You stood as well and began to help Disa.
“No, not at all, though the children have their own rooms now, so we only have the one guest room.”
You froze and Disa took the bowls from you, unfazed.
“Of course, I can find other accom—”
“You will stay in my house, I will not have others think I throw my guests to the elements.” Durin said firmly.
You snapped back into action and smiled at him. “That is very kind, Prince Durin, thank you.”
You and Elrond stood in the guest room, staring at the bed.
“Well, it is large enough for two.” You said, slowly setting your pack on the floor.
“I would not put your honor at risk in such a way.” Elrond protested, already rummaging in his pack for his bedroll.
“We are in the home of your dearest friend, and unless you plan to ravish me, I believe my honor will remain intact.” Your cheeks heated at your words, and you distracted yourself with smoothing down the large blanket.
You could hear the embarrassment in his voice. “I would never—I only meant to—”
You giggled and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Elrond, I jest, we will put a pillow between us if it will make you more comfortable.”
You slid into the bed and Elrond extinguished the lamps, before doing the same.
You put a pillow between you, and promptly drifted off to sleep.
When you awoke, there was a weight on your back, and a hard chest beneath your head. You opened your eyes to find Elrond’s sleeping face. A few more moments were all it took to figure out what had happened. Sometime in the night, either you or Elrond had moved towards the other, and you ended up like this. Your head on his chest, legs tangled together, his arm slung across your lower back.
You buried your face in his nightshirt, breathing in the scent of parchment and pine. “I would not be upset to awaken in your arms each morning.” You whispered, glad he was asleep and could not hear your words.
 You had never given much thought to a romantic life with Elrond. Since you met him, you had forgotten what it was like to ever be without him. Now? The idea of marrying someone else and being separated from him, made you feel cold, he was your sun, your warmth. And the idea of him marrying another sent a vile coil of jealousy through you.
Gathering up your courage, you rose up slightly and brushed your lips against his. “I think I may be in love with you.” You whispered once more, admiring his calm features.
As you stared at him, his eyes opened and a smile spread on his face. “I am in love with you.” He said, hand cupping the back of your neck and gently pushing you back down to meet his lips.
You climbed further atop him, cupping his face as he sat up, arms around you and in your hair, as his lips meshed with yours. Warm tingles settled in your skin and heat rushed to your core as Elrond’s lips parted, and his tongue nudged yours apart.
You let out a small whimper as his tongue explored you, the taste of honey and blackberries burst on your tongue, and your chest brushed his as he pulled you ever closer.
A loud cough caused you both to jolt apart, and you wanted to bury yourself under the blanket when you saw Durin and Disa standing in the doorway, wide smiles on their faces.
“I knew it.” Durin said, clapping his hands together in satisfaction.
“Yes, but you still owe me. Y/N seems to be the initiator.” Disa said smugly, holding her hand out.
Durin grumbled, and dropped a few coins into her hand.
“Breakfast will be in a few minutes.” Disa said, smiling, before she and Durin left, shutting the door behind them.
Part 2 here!!!!
Tag list: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @elronds-pointy-ears, @thesolarangel, @elrondscalaquendi, @dilf-superiority
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aintinacage · 1 year
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Found Family
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I’m Durin and this is my wife Disa and this is our queer platonic life-mate Elrond
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elebonnypan · 2 years
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What do you mean, this scene didn't happen?
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liminal-zone · 4 months
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where there is love it is never truly dark
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fic link: hell is murky (for none can call our power to account)
fandom: LOTR, The Rings of Power | ship: Elrond/Durin/Disa
Rated: M | tagged: angst, threesome, bittersweet
summary: When Elrond looks back at this time, when he speaks of it, he wonders when it was first the ring of power sensed their bond, and began to covet it.
Or, an elven princeling falls for a dwarven prince and his princess on the precipice of tragedy.
Written for the Yuletide 2023 for Jarakrisafis
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When Elrond looks back at this time, when he speaks of it, he wonders when it was first the ring of power sensed their bond, and began to covet it.
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They lead him blindfolded into the dark depths of the mountain, with wandering hands making the hedonist journey delightful. It’s against a newly discovered mithril vein that Durin sucks his cock and Disa holds him. “Let the rock listen to you moan,” she croons. “Sing to the mountain with your desire.”
In the frenzy, the blindfold slips but he can’t see anything anyway, the darkness so deep. Darker than blackest ink. His sense of touch almost too much, almost too sensitive. But they’re warm and they’re alive and they’re his and they love him. His desire, yet another treasure for them to dig for, to share. They will pull what they want out of him, and he cannot deny them.
“What if we keep you down here,” Durin growls, easily guiding Elrond’s face between Disa’s legs, helping him find her already tasting of the sea and mingled desire. “Locked under stone for us to find and for us to take over and over again.” He chuckles as Elrond shivers under the firm grip of Durin’s hand and Disa’s thighs. “Would you like that? To be ours forever?”
His answer is in action, the movement of his skilled tongue. Disa wails into the darkness, Elrond knowing her needs so well. Her hand reaches for his hair, tearing at it. Urging him on, wishing him strength renewed.
He does not come up for air till she is a quivering mess, desperate for recovery before she can feel her pleasure again. Her words are broken in her mouth, and beautiful to his ears.
Durin is on him immediately, and does not let him rest. A ferocity matched only by Elrond’s willingness. The prince rips from him unknowable levels of pleasure. Elrond feels as if he’s made of a raging flame, coming again as Durin’s buried inside him. A joy unnatural. Is he a creature of flesh and blood and great purpose, or is he made for this, for desires met and desires taken?
It is as if the very mountain itself fucking him, claiming him in every hole, marking his skin, holding him down. Ravaging him in the dark. Taking pleasure from him, again, and again, and again, and –
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What he doesn’t quite remember, for there were more demanding distractions of the flesh: the feel of cold metal on a warm hand, gripping his thigh.
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elithilanor · 1 year
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queenmeriadoc · 1 year
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Imagine your favourite throuple like this,
And who would be in the middle?
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h00di3-00023 · 3 months
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‎‧₊˚✧ a serene night ✧˚₊‧
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deadthingposting · 1 year
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When a Durin is born, mahal flips a coin. One side gold sickness, the other the unstoppable urge to fuck someone from another race.
and Thorin oakenshield's coin landed vertically
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