#elrond fanfiction

[valkyriepirate]

Elrond x Reader- Always Been Yours

Summary: You and Elrond have been close for many years because of your positions on the council. When an army of orcs unexpectedly attacks Lindon while Elrond is away in the dwarven kingdom, you become near-fatally wounded in battle. Elrond rushes home to find you barely alive, calling the name of your lover in your sleep. Little does he know you are dreaming of him. 

Word count: 4.9k words

Warnings: Battle violence, fluff <3

#1- Always Been Yours

Spring had finally arrived in Lindon, and the air was thrumming with the promise of life. A fresh, warm breeze gently swayed the trees of the forest like a rebellious eddy on the open sea, lifting your long sleeves and carrying your voice to the sky. It wasn’t often that you sang on the palace grounds; while you had a beautiful voice, you never prided yourself in it, but the day was far too beautiful not to let it fill your heart with joy through song. You could almost sense the flowers readying to break the surface of the soil and taste the dew that would settle on their leaves.  

You knelt next to a tree by the river, caressing the dirt with your fingers. Your mother had always said that the forest should be greeted as your dearest friend, for it was your greatest protector. As you ran your hand through the crystalline water, you could imagine her voice intertwining with yours, just like how you two would sing together all those years ago. Being here amongst the trees and the earth made you feel closer to her, as if her spirit lived on in the forest.  

“I didn’t know you sang,” a familiar voice from behind lurched you from your thoughts. You turned around, already feeling the tips of your ears heat in embarrassment, to face your longtime friend.  

“Anyone with a voice to speak can just as well sing, can they not?” You brushed loose dirt from your dress as you stood up.  

Elrond smiled, glancing politely toward the ground. “Many can speak, but not many can sing like you. Please- don't stop on my account.”

“I’m afraid that is a song for the wind and water, not for the ears of well-meaning friends,” you teased.  

“Then it would be best I said nothing at all,” said Elrond.  

“And leave me to go on with silent listeners nearby? I think not.”

You stepped out onto the main path, Elrond falling in step beside you. Even though you were reluctant to let him hear your voice, you felt comfortable in every other way around him. You couldn’t help the little spark of gladness that flickered in your chest whenever he was near.  

“What are you doing out here in the forest?” you asked, glancing sidelong at him. The sun was casting amber hues through his hair, making him look like a crowned prince.  

“Looking for you,” he folded his hands behind him. “The High King Gil-galad is sending me to Forodwaith to establish terms of trade with Durin and the dwarves of Khazad-Dum. He expects me to leave in the morning.”

“So soon? It feels as if you just returned from your last journey,” you said, trying and failing to keep the disappointment out of your voice. Seeming to hear it, he nodded regretfully.  

“Apparently I was specifically requested by Durin. The High King fears he won’t negotiate terms with any elf other than I.”

“Ah, I see. The dwarf wants another excuse to see you.”  

Elrond laughed good-naturedly. “I doubt that. I think I’m simply the one he wants to hit with his hammer the least.”

“You give yourself too little credit, Elrond. You have a spirit more kind and gentle than anyone I know. Even a dwarf can see that.”  

He pinked in the cheeks. “And I think you give me too much credit, (Y/N). Besides, the kindest heart in Eriador certainly doesn’t belong to me. I’m afraid that title is taken by a particular elf-maiden with a lovely voice.”  

A fluttering sensation enveloped your stomach, and you bit your lip to keep from smiling. “When do you think you’ll return?” you asked evenly.  

“In a fortnight, perhaps. Though these trips always seem to take longer than initially planned. You know Disa’s hospitality.”

That you did. You considered the female dwarrow a dear friend. Your position as the general of the Sindarin army sometimes took you to distant lands across Middle-earth, and you had become acquainted with Disa in your travels long ago, before she had married Durin. Though you suspected you were in for a thorough scolding the next time you saw her, if Elrond’s account of Durin’s anger amounted to anything. Your kind were wont to lose track of the days, unlike the mortal races. It made you wonder how long it really had been since you’d seen Disa last.  

“Give her the warmest tidings from me,” you said sincerely. “I miss her dearly. How I wish I could accompany you.”

“I wish much the same,” said Elrond bashfully, not meeting your eyes. “The road travel can be quite lonely and tedious at times.”

“Here.” You bent and plucked a white-plumed daylily from a bush that was rooted in the stream, handing it to him. “Keep it with you. When you feel alone, you can pull it out and think of me.”

He handled the flower reverently, as if you had bestowed upon him a precious jewel. He looked up at you, the sweetest, humblest smile gracing his features. “I most certainly shall.”

The two of you talked far into midday, wandering the forest and ignoring the existence of your duties. Your heart began to ache the more time you spent with him, however, knowing that he was bound to disappear once more, and all too soon you bid him goodbye. There were several things concerning the Sindarin warriors to discuss with the king, and Gil-galad was not one to be kept waiting.  

You slept fitfully that night, Elrond’s face flashing in your mind every time you closed your eyes. You rose before the sun the next morning and raced as elegantly as possible to the road past the waterfall where Elrond was set to depart. Only the guards were awake, nodding respectfully to you as you passed. All of Lindon dutifully recognized your position as a war general even when you weren’t in your armor.  

As periwinkle streaks of dawn bled across the sky, you nearly began to worry that you had missed him, but your worries ameliorated when you caught sight of his robes by the front gates. Elrond was loading his supplies onto his horse, his face turned away from you. Silently, you approached him from behind, hoping you didn’t appear as if you’d rushed out to meet him in a frenzy.  

“Attempting to leave without saying goodbye, are we?” you said into the still morning air. Elrond looked up, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.  

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he tied one last knot around his knapsack. “I only wished for you to have as much rest as possible. It is early to be awake even for I.”  

“So you may say.” One side of your mouth quirked up. “Is everything prepared?”

“Yes. All I need is to collect my will to mount this horse and leave Lindon behind.” His voice caught as he said Lindon, as if he were about to say you.  

Your heart was buzzing inside your chest as if you were a restless bumblebee being separated from your flower. “Do not forget,” you reminded him softly, spotting the daylily tucked into his robe. You reached over and tenderly pressed the petals against his chest. “This flower means I am with you. You will be in my thoughts, Elrond.”

He held your gaze, his eyes filled with some deep emotion you couldn’t express. Gently, he grasped your hand and grazed your fingers with the barest of kisses. Physical affection was rare among your kind, particularly in public, though you sensed the only bystanders observing your interaction were the dandelions beneath your feet and the forest critters slipping between the trees.  

“And you will be in my heart, (Y/N),” promised Elrond. He was the embodiment of a dulcet predawn dream, the kind you wanted to get lost in forever, to never wake up from. Yet you knew both his duties and yours were to the kingdom before they answered your own desires.  

You gave his fingers a slight squeeze. “You will give Durin and Disa my best, will you not?”

He smiled. “I shall.”

“Do be safe. You have duties and friends to come back to, you know.”

“I will do my best,” he bowed. “I am sure my heart will ache with every step I take away from you.”

You parted, feeling as if you were forcing yourself awake from a pleasant dream, and watched as he mounted his horse and trotted away from the front gates. At the end of the path, he halted and turned to face you one last time.  

“Goodbye, (Y/N),” he called.  

“Goodbye, Elrond,” you returned, and didn’t allow yourself to blink until he had passed over the hill into the far reaches of the forest, where the trees seemed to lean down and caress him with their branches as if he were not simply an elf, but a king venturing into a distant land, riding away with your stolen heart.  

*****

A harsh, screeching noise tore you from your sleep. With a jolt of panic, you bolted upright in bed, trying to collect your bearings. Liquid moonlight spilled through your leaf-paned window and leaked over the floor. You judged that it was a little over two hours past midnight. The horrible, dissonant noise seemed to come from all around you. You picked out the sound of Lindon’s warning bell from among the chaos, coupled with pained screams and the sound of something shattering.  

In a heartbeat, you leaped out of bed and grabbed your silver-plated longsword by the door. You burst out of your room and flew down the stairs towards the commotion. The clanging noises intensified as you ran to the royal courtyard. You deduced the source before you saw them- orcs.  

Dozens of the grisly fiends were pouring over the gates, brandishing crude, makeshift weapons and baring their black teeth. Several other elves had already arrived on the scene, defending against the attackers with deadly grace. Swords flashed and arrows flew under the silvery light of the moon, and blood the color of the night sky painted the ground before your eyes.  

You seamlessly entered the battle, lopping the heads off one orc after the other, not stopping to ponder how or why the orcs were leading this raid. Your senses clicked into the mode of war, as familiar to you as breathing. Within seconds, you had effortlessly picked out the opening points of the battleground that were most concentrated by the enemy, and called out regiment orders as more of your brethren rushed into the courtyard. The few elves donning soldier’s gear hastened to obey your command.  

You drove your sword into the gut of a nearby orc and sliced another in half at the waist. The rest of your thoughts fell away with every kill as you allowed your sword to become a part of you, as dexterous and fluid as an extension of your arm. Any sleepiness you might have felt was replaced by an acute focus of your surroundings.  

You worked your way towards the gates to quell the flush of orcs streaming into your territory. With a spin, you dropped three of the beasts at once, moving with all the poise and accuracy of an elven warrior. As you did, you spotted Galadriel at the far side of the courtyard.

You had to step over the bodies of your victims to make berth towards her in the rushing sea, as if you were caught in a dangerous dance between life and death. “Galadriel!” you yelled. “How did this happen?”

“Someone has left the anterior parapets unfortified,” she called back, ducking to avoid a swinging club. “These gates were open when I arrived!”

“How can that be? There are guards stationed here day and night!”

“I do not know. The Dark Lord must have found out about our affairs in Númenor. We are at half our strength. He senses weakness.”

“He won’t find any,” you gritted your teeth. You stabbed a nearby orc in the neck and spun to avoid the spray of black blood. If the Dark Lord thought catching you off your guard would give him the advantage, you were prepared to prove him wrong.

“There is something adrift about this attack. Something...foul. Within the kingdom.”

You raised an eyebrow, though it was doubtful Galadriel could see it in the dark. “You think there is a traitor?”

“Perhaps,” she said. “Or an intruder yet to be detected.”

This troubled you. You were the head of the Sindarin army. It was your job to keep the kingdom safe. If there was a spy under your nose, you would be the first to know about it. Yet with half the army stationed in the Southlands aiding the Númenorians, an attack could come from any side.  

Irrationally, you found yourself becoming steeped in worry for Elrond. It had been days since his departure, and if this orc army had advanced in from the south, it was likely Elrond may have crossed paths with them. While he was more than a capable warrior, standing alone against an entire army wouldn’t be easy even for you. You hoped he had already made it to Khazad-Dum...

Suddenly you cried out in alarm. While you were worrying about Elrond, an orc had approached on your left flank and slashed you across the shoulder.  

Focus, you reprimanded yourself. Do not forget the battle in front of you.  

You dispatched the orc quickly and kicked the dismembered helmet away. Then Galadriel screamed. You whirled around to come face-to-face with the largest orc you had ever seen.  

It was almost twice your size, and armed with a cruel-looking blade. Its armor was detached in places, as if it had outgrown its battle garments too fast for them to be replaced. Galadriel had taken a swipe at the exposed part of its hide, but her sword had lodged in its armor on an angle. In a blink, the orc slammed both its fists into her arm, emitting a sickening crack.  

Her sword dropped to the dirt. You rushed to her side, ferociously stabbing your sword through its calf. The orc roared in pain and slashed at you with its blade. You deflected and thrust upward at its chest, but its height momentarily gave it leverage. It swung again and you narrowly dodged what could have been a fatal slice to the throat.

“Archers, to me!” you yelled over the din of battle. Two elves equipped with bows and arrows raced toward you, taking aim. “On my count!”

You pressed forward, trying to prompt the orc to step into the open. Galadriel took position on your right, one of her arms hanging limply at her side. Together you attacked as fiercely as you could. You needed to wound it somehow and step out of range for your archers to have a clear shot. Any head shots would be futile against its obsidian helmet.  

You moved to the left, trying to keep it distracted, but the orc was swiping at you with its sword in one hand and swatting at Galadriel with the other. You ordered the archers to fire, but most of the arrows struck harmlessly over the thick armor. The ones that buried in its skin didn’t seem to slow it down at all.  

With a growl, the orc hobbled forward and shoved Galadriel to the ground. She cried out as she landed on her broken arm. Without hesitation, you lunged to put yourself between her and your attacker. It raised its blade above its head.

“Fire!” you screamed at the archers, but it was too late. Time seemed to slow down. Arrows flew. Your sword glinted in the light of the moon, sending the world up in a flash of white, and you swung.  

There was a thump and you looked to see the orc’s meaty arm lying in the grass, separated from its body. Its crooked fingers were no longer clasped around its blade. You blinked and gasped, suddenly hit with a wave of pain, and looked down to see that the blade was buried in your stomach.  

One of the archer’s arrows struck clean through the orc’s bare neck, and it was dead before it hit the ground. The sound of it rattled your brain. You felt blood gushing from your torso and trickling down the front of your white nightgown. Your hands grasped the hilt of the orcish blade, but you didn’t have the strength to dislodge it. Your knees gave out and you crumpled.  

Galadriel was frantically calling out your name, but her voice soon melded into the sounds of swords clashing and orcs roaring in the battlefield around you. Your vision went blurry, your lungs desperately searching for air; you were drowning, and all you could see was red before the night itself bled over the trees, overtaking your body completely.  

*****

Elrond rode on a steed of wind and rain. The sky over the next range of hills was darkening so quickly it was as if clouds of ink had been spilled from the heavens, leaking down to the earth in the form of icy droplets that stung his eyes and soaked through his cloak. His heart was pounding in tune with the beat of his horse’s hooves on the soil. Desperately, he pressed one hand against his heart, where (Y/N) had tucked the daylily. He had taken it out each morning of his journey and run his fingers over its soft petals, knowing that with every step he was farther away from her, but feeling her presence in his mind at the very thought of her face.  

He pictured her now and fervently prayed that she was unharmed. Elrond had only been in the dwarven kingdom two days when Durin informed him of the attack on Lindon. The report hadn’t come with many details, only word of casualties among the elves. Elrond was trying to ignore the fact that (Y/N) would have been on the front lines, leading the defense.  

He urged his horse faster. Lindon’s sunset-orange elm trees came into view. He sped into the kingdom, past the gates, and into the royal courtyard. The midnight battle occurred over a day ago, but Elrond could still see the bloodstains painting the ground, a canvas saturated with too much color. He averted his eyes as he dismounted his horse and rushed into the palace.  

Lindon’s exquisite halls, which usually shimmered with magic and light, were opaque and desolate, echoing the sound of thunder and rain pattering against marble. No one was about roaming the palace grounds. It almost seemed that the kingdom was deserted.  

He spotted Gil-galad as he turned the corner, standing in the hall outside the infirmary. The High King, usually so serious and serene, was gazing in concern at the inside of the room.  

“My King,” Elrond said as he approached. “I came as soon as I heard of the attack.”

Gil-galad nodded solemnly. “The Dark Lord sees too much. I’m afraid if he were to advance again, with double the forces, we may not be able to hold our position for long.”

“Our army. Is it...?”

“Intact? Yes. Yet not entirely stable. All we can do is wait and recover.”

“And the wounded?”

The King looked at Elrond and in his eyes was utter sorrow. “Perhaps you should go in.”

Elrond bowed, feeling as though his thoughts were laid bare. With his heart in his throat, he steeled his emotions and stepped into the infirmary.  

It was a wide, circular room, the far side bordered by an arched veranda that opened out onto a terrace with a view of the waterfalls. Curtains of leaves were draped over the arches to keep out the rain, cloaking the room in dim light. Cots layered with forest-green silk were placed evenly about the space. Nearly every one was occupied by a wounded elf. A handful of healers moved about the room, pressing cold cloths to foreheads and spoon-feeding herbal concoctions. A scatter of lit candles cast the place in a sleepy red hue like blood washing away in a river.  

Elrond walked among the wounded. Most of them were familiar faces. Some had sheets pulled over their heads. Others were so scarred and bloodied or covered in salve that he couldn’t recognize them. But there was one elf he was searching for in particular.  

He found her on a cot by the far wall. Her face was so gray that she looked on the verge of melting into a puddle of raindrops. Heavy gauze was wrapped around her navel up to her sternum. Her hands rested peacefully at her sides.  

Elrond’s heart broke at the very sight of her. (Y/N) looked so drained, so lifeless- the stark opposite of the lively elf maiden he knew.  

He lowered into the chair at her side and took her hand in his. Her fingers were like ice. Fighting the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes, he whispered, “I’m here, hiril vuin. It’s me.”

She didn’t stir. Elrond could almost imagine that she was a statue made of marble, carved by a delicate hand, framed in stormy light. Her breathing was so shallow it was hard to believe she was alive at all.  

Elrond didn’t know how long he sat there, staring at her unmoving form. He murmured sweet nothings under his breath as he stroked her palm, as if his whispers would coax her from her sleep.  

A healer came by at some point to check up on (Y/N), but there wasn’t much to do besides dab her forehead with a cloth and make her as comfortable as possible. The healer hummed an old elven healing song over her before moving on.  

“Come back to me,” Elrond whispered as soon as the healer was out of earshot. “You are the light in my life, (Y/N). I cannot walk the darkness alone.”

He reached into his cloak and brought out the daylily. The tips of its petals were wilting, as if responding to the condition of its giver. He leaned over and tucked the flower into (Y/N)’s hair. “There was never a moment you escaped my thoughts,” he said. “You, nin lilui, my daylily, are my dearest friend. Yet you are also so much more.” A tear traced its way down his cheek and dripped onto her fingers. Elrond caressed her cheek, his voice breaking. “You are so much more to me.”

He stayed by her side as the night passed. Soon enough rogue streaks of dawn shone through the curtains. Weariness and heartache weighed him down, but he couldn’t sleep while she was like this. Her eyes moved rapidly beneath her eyelids like she was trapped in a dream and couldn’t find the way out.  

Elrond pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “Dawn is here, nin lilui. Do not let the darkness claim you.”

(Y/N) made a sound in the back of her throat. Her brow furrowed in pain. “Nin onlui mel...”

Elrond sat up straight. He searched her face for signs of life. “(Y/N)?”

She mumbled unintelligibly in Elvish. Elrond’s heart raced. “It’s me,” he said. “It’s Elrond. I’m here.”

“Nin onlui mel,” she muttered. “Mi van me, nin mel...”

Where are you, my love?

Emotions clouded Elrond’s mind in a swift blur. She was on the verge of consciousness. She was going to be okay. His daylily hadn’t left him. And yet a bitter taste filled his mouth.  

She was calling out for her true love. And it wasn’t him.  

*****

You ran through an endless forest. Black trees like twisting claws kept bursting from the dirt, redirecting your path. The hungry screams of your enemies echoed from all sides, and you spun in confusion and fear, unsure where to run. You had no weapon. Your nightgown was drenched in blood. Your heart beat frantically in your chest like you were a wild, hunted animal.  

You followed the line of trees, but shadows formed illusions in the darkness. The trees seemed to grasp at you, pulling your hair, tearing your clothes. Everything looked the same. There was no way out.  

The screams sounded closer now. You turned and ran, but the ground was wet and you slipped. When you got to your knees, you realized you had fallen in a pool of your own blood.  

Your vision was hazy, but you could see vicious shapes snarling and snapping out of the corner of your eye. You felt so weak, so tired. Looking up at the gray sky, you were ready to give up hope.

“Elrond,” you sobbed. You yearned for him with an aching you couldn’t express. The thought of him was like sunlight in this dark place. Your Elrond- kind as summer, gentle as a breeze. “Where are you?”

Your enemies howled, and the world was then no more.  

*****

You didn’t remember opening your eyes.  

At first, you weren’t sure what was a dream and what was reality. The shadows seemed to linger around your body, their wispy hands trailing against your skin. Your head felt like it had been stuffed with cotton. The gray sky had disappeared, and the light of day was pouring into the room from somewhere.  

You blinked, feeling like your eyelids were made of iron. Your entire body ached. An incisive pain ripped through your stomach as you woke, bringing your surroundings into focus. You laid on a cot in the infirmary. Sitting to your left was an elf with tousled brown hair.  

“Elrond?” you groaned. It was as if your throat had been charred with firewood.

"(Y/N),” he sat forward, holding your hand. In his eyes were a million emotions.  “It’s okay. I’m here.”

The sight of him was going to make you cry. “Oh, Elrond.”

He quickly poured you a glass of water and held it to your lips. “Drink this.”

You obliged, though just the movement of your neck set your torso on fire. You had been wounded in battle countless times, though never as bad as this.  

“You came back for me,” you said. Your voice sounded scratchy to your own ears.  

Elrond looked on the verge of tears. He smiled at you, and despite your pain, giddiness fizzed in your veins. “No sooner had I been in Khazad-Dum two days when Durin gave me word of the attack. I set off again that same hour. I came as fast as I could.” He looked down. “(Y/N), I am so sorry.”

“Elrond,” you reached out and cupped his face. “I am a soldier. Battles happen. Warriors fall. Nothing is your fault.”

He closed his fingers around yours. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. His eyes were drawn and his hair was a tangled mess. You had the urge to run your fingers through it.  

“(Y/N),” he said carefully, “What were you dreaming of?”

You closed your eyes again, remembering the figures in the darkness, the gnarled trees moving you about the forest like a ghost, the way you were drenched in blood.  

“I thought I was dead,” you responded weakly. “There was darkness, and I was lost- there was so much blood...”

“You were calling out for someone in your sleep,” he said softly.

“I was? W-who?”

You saw the answer in his eyes before he spoke. “’Nin onlui mel.’”

Silence like an ocean stretched between you two. You turned to face the terrace, where the curtains had been pulled back to provide you with a view of the waterfall. “My true love,” you translated, unable to look at him.

He let go of your hand, placing it at your side. He didn’t speak for a long time. The silence was devastating.

Eventually you couldn’t take it anymore. “Elrond-”

“(Y/N)-”

You turned to face him again. He didn’t meet your eyes.  

“It would be a lie to say some part of my heart does not ache,” he said. “Yet the desire of my heart is for you to be happy. I will not get in the way of your devotion to another.”

You tried to sit up, but a wave of nausea forced you back down. “Elrond, I don’t understand.”

“I am sorry if I have been a bother. It was foolish of me to think...to think with such selfishness.”  

“What are you saying?”

He glanced at you. “Whoever he is, as much as I wish not to be, I am, shamefully, envious. I only hope that you can forgive me.”

“No.” You shook your head. “No, Elrond, you don’t understand. There isn’t someone else.” You took a deep breath, gathering your courage. “Nin onlui mel. It’s you. It’s always been you.”

His expression matched himself on the day you’d given him the daylily- as if your small kindness was as valuable to him as sparkling treasure. “Me?”

You nodded. “I cannot help it. You are the water to my soil; you have made spring bloom once more in my heart where I thought it not possible. You give me hope. My soul longs for you, nin mel. I love you as I love life.”

Tears fell from his eyes. He was beautiful. He brushed a stray curl from your face and murmured, “And to truly live is to love. Will you allow me to love you with all of myself?”

“My love,” you whispered, “I cannot live any other way.”

His lips were soft as he kissed your temple. He leaned his forehead against yours, and in that moment, you had the world.

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strong, brave, lovely (Elrond x Reader)

a/n: @micheleamidalajedi requested Elrond x reader with the prompt kissing scars; I’ve made it short but hopefully sweet enough for all your fluff needs 😊 let me know how you liked it, and comments and reblogs are always VERY welcome 💖💖💖

Although summer was fast approaching and the days were quickly getting warmer, you still opted for clothes, capes and gowns that covered as much of your skin as possible. More than once you felt curious looks on yourself, which didn’t bother you too much. However, you knew that Elrond, perceptive as always, was going to notice very soon that you weren’t dressing for the increasingly sizzling heat. He himself was unsure of how to bring up that conversation, or whether he should do it at all - he didn’t want to possibly hurt you or poke at an insecurity, but he also didn’t want you suffering a heat stroke or anything of the like. So, your lover decided to confront you worriedly in the privacy of your chambers as the day was coming to an end and both of you wanted to unwind together a little bit. Keen grayish-blue eyes followed you unwaveringly as you went to change from your formal clothes to something more comfortable, but he decided to interrupt your plans and tacitly sneak behind you while you were still half dressed, drawing a gasp from you as your skin brushed against his clothes.

“Meleth nin,” he muttered into your hair, “are you certain you will need all those layers? The night is warm.” 

“I think I will be more comfortable that way,” you gulped, not having expected his little interrogation out of the blue. “I would not want to fall ill overnight, if it gets colder.”

“You know very well I have no trouble providing you with some additional warmth,” Elrond chuckled, his comforting arms still wrapped around your frame securely. He felt you tense up only slightly.

“I-, yes, I know that,” you let out an unexpectedly nervous little laugh, “I just think that-”

“Forgive my interruption, my darling, but I have a feeling that something might be troubling you,” he cut in, as kindly as he could. His fingertips brushed along your jaw and tenderly tilted up your face so that he could look into your eyes more directly. “Just remember that there is nothing that you cannot share with me; I am here to listen.” 

Under his watchful loving gaze you couldn’t help but crack a little bit; and it seemed pointless to try and hide your insecurities from him - he would eventually notice everything. So, you caved in, and let the words spill: about your scars, how you felt, how you wanted to conceal them as much as possible, about how they made you feel less beautiful than other elves in your environment. All the way through, Elrond listened with a sad, sympathetic face, and when your voice quivered he took your hands in his. When he thought you were finished with your hesitant confession, he effortlessly picked you up in his arms and carried you, still not completely dressed, to the large bed. You looked up at him with wide eyes, questions pooling in them.

“I know it will take an eternity for me to convince you with words that you are absolutely gorgeous exactly like this,” he smiled sadly at you, “so it seems best to take another approach.” 

Within a second his soft lips had made contact with your skin, in the places you were most insecure about. You wanted to protest for a moment, but his loving affection felt so reassuring that you couldn’t bring yourself to react in any other way but to enjoy the sensation. His lips ghosted over any and every scar he could reach as a barrage of chills traveled up your body.

“Elrond…” you uttered in a hoarse whisper. “You needn’t…”

“Yes, I do,” he replied, pausing the flurry of kisses. “You are so beautiful and I need to make sure that you know how much.”

The intensity behind his eyes made something stir inside you.

“You are so strong, and so brave, and so lovely,” he trailed off, his fingers brushing over a scar on your thigh. “And I love you for that. And for a myriad of other reasons, my dearest.”

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[tamurilofrivendell]

Life’s Purpose | Elrond x Reader

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pairing: Elrond x (female) Reader

summary: Your beloved pet cat is unfortunately coming to the end of his life. Elrond finds you in the garden and offers you some comfort.

content warning: pet loss, grief, depression, suicidal thoughts.

a/n: forgive me for this because it is the most self indulgent thing I’ve possibly ever written but I’m truly going through it at the minute with this 😔

You were sitting out in the garden on the grass. A cat was curled up asleep in your lap, snuggling up into the folds of your skirts. Tears were shining in your eyes despite the fact that you had already wiped about a hundred others away by now. It seemed to be never ending, the well of grief within you, and you didn’t understand how you hadn’t cried yourself completely dry by now. As soon as you thought you had it under control, a fresh wave would hit you and you would lose all control all over again, another round of sobs or tears bursting forth no matter how hard you tried to push them down.

The reason for your utter sorrow was that same little cat that lay there with you now, just as he had so dutifully done for the almost thirteen years that made up the sum of his precious life.

Once so strong and full of life and adventure, the little creature seemed to be growing thinner by the day, and sleeping almost all of the hours away. He was still eating and drinking some, and still purred with delight when you paid him attention, but an animal healer had told you that the tumor that was growing in his little head, somewhere right between his eyes, was untreatable.

He was coming, more quickly than you could ever wish to admit, to the very end of his days and you simply could not bear the mere thought of it.

This cat had been your constant companion through some of the worst years of your life. Where there had been naught but anguish and despair, his bright green eyes and utter adoration of you was a constant light in the darkness. Your life raft in the neverending ocean of bitterness.

And now he was leaving you and all you felt was an agony so deep and so overwhelming you did not know what to do with it. How to shoulder it.

A sound from somewhere behind you caught your attention and you quickly lifted your hand to wipe away the tears. However, you were too late to cover it as Elrond moved into view with a soft hum, immediately noting the unshed tears and the sadness shining in your eyes.

“My dear girl, whatever is the matter?” He asked gently, coming to a stop by your side. You said nothing but you did not need to as his gaze fell upon the familiar little black and white cat half hidden in your skirts. “Ah.” Elrond sighed, his expression shifting to one of sadness as he moved to ease himself down onto the grass beside you. “I see.”

He sat beside you in silence for a few long moments, lithe fingers reaching out to ruffle the fur between the cats ears. The purring was almost instant and Elrond smiled sadly as he watched the creature shift in your lap, its eyes still closed.

“Do you remember what you used to tell me?” Elrond asked softly, his attention moving from the cat back up to your face.

Sniffing, you shook your head, reaching up to catch a fresh wave of tears before they could fall, angrily wiping at your eyes in both frustration and embarrassment. “When?” You managed.

“When you used to come to my office and sit in that big chair, and tell me how unhappy you were.” He murmured, brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear as he continued. “When you and I would traverse those unstable paths of your past, seeking the way that would lead you out the other side.”

You nodded because you remembered those days, of course you did. There was a time when Elrond had taken it upon himself to act as something of a therapist for you. Your past had been a rather complicated one, the journey fraught with hardship and suffering... yet you had endured - if only so that little animal would not be left alone.

Then had come Elrond’s guidance, his steady presence, and his healing words of wisdom as he had helped you navigate your depression. Your suffocating troubles eventually became something you could carry and you no longer needed to struggle through each day, treading water as you tried not to drown. You no longer yearned for the solace death might bring.

“You told me that this little creature.” Elrond went on, reaching back out towards the cat and lavishing his gentle attentions upon it once more. “Was the one thing keeping you going. The one reason you opened your eyes every single day and did not give in. The one thing that kept you alive.” His gaze lifted back to your face, studying you. “Do you recall this?”

You nodded, squeezing your eyes shut to try and prevent the fresh wave of tears from escaping. They did anyway, trailing down your cheeks as a sob ripped itself from your throat. You could not speak but he didn’t truly expect you to.

Elrond shifted closer and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you to him. He wiped away your tears with his thumb. “Yet you no longer feel such.” He stated gently. “You no longer wish to be taken into deaths bitter embrace. You no longer wish not to live...”

He leaned away slightly and gently tilted your chin up with his fingers so that you were forced to meet his eyes. “...thus, this little soul has fulfiled his life’s very purpose. He can now go and he can rest, safe in the knowledge that you, the only thing he loved and lived for in this whole world, will be okay.”

The words undid you then as sobs completely overtook you. You fell against Elrond, pressing your face into his tunic as you wept uncontrollably, and he held you tight in his arms and simply let you cry it out for as long as you needed to.

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[mcu-senshi]

Elrond Needing Reassurance

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[gil-galadhwen]

The Lord of the Rings | Elrond x F!Reader

This is pure fluff to begin with, but hopefully we'll get to more 👀🔥

Note: I've used a little lore from LOTRO (if anyone else plays, let me know! I'm on the Brandywine server and would love to make new friends!💕)

Carrier of Messages

Elrond was in your library. Not your library exactly, but it felt as though it was exclusively for your use as nobody else in Celondim used it much anymore.

You had come to study a certain aspect of Lore Mastery and King Gil-galad had graciously allowed you access on the condition that you carry messages between Celondim and Lindon where permitted. You thought this was a delightful benefit as you hadn’t expected you’d get to travel but so far you’d carried messages to Lindon many times, even travelling as far as the foothills of Evendim. You’d delivered messages to the King’s herald more than once too, each time more thrilling than the last. Where most people accepted your hand delivered scrolls with a nod of thanks at best and with minor contempt at worst, Elrond did something nobody else did. He spoke to you. He asked you questions about your purpose in Lindon, your studies in Celondim and he always gave you something in exchange for the message. The first time, he gave you an acorn from his pocket which you found endearing. The next, he gifted you a silver coin. He once offered you a glass of wine and to sit with him for a moment which you profusely refused, flushing under your veil as you practically leapt back onto your horse and hurried back to Celondim at a gallop.

While you wanted nothing more in the world than to drink a glass of Lindon’s finest with the half elven lord, you were certain it would be deemed unacceptable if anyone found out and you couldn’t risk your position. Not when you’d worked so hard for it.

Elrond was unlike anyone you’d ever met. He was kind, attentive and had the ability to make you feel as though you were the most important being to him when his attention was on you. Like you truly mattered. You couldn’t help wondering if his perceptiveness came from the human side of him.

Why was he here? You wondered, stepping down from the ladder you’d been using to reshelve some books. Had you missed something? A message undelivered perhaps?

“Hello?” His familiar voice echoed through the mostly empty chamber and you shivered a little. “Is the Lore Master here?”

“Yes, I’m here,” you called, brushing dust from your robes and readjusting your veil. As you rounded the corner towards the front door, you caught the moment Elrond saw you. The way he straightened. The way his lovely, elegant fingers clenched tightly around the scroll he was holding.

“Ah, there you are,” he said as you reached him, a heart-rendering smile breaking out over his face.

“How can I help, my lord?” You asked, grateful for your veil as you bowed low.

“I have brought you something. It has been in my keeping for some time and I always meant to bring it to the great library of Celondim.” He held the scroll out to you and you were sure his fingers trembled as you accepted it.

“Thank you my lord,” you said, holding the scroll close to your chest. “A gift to the library is a gift to the entirety of Ered Luin.”

Elrond nodded. “It is my pleasure.”

“Forgive me for saying, but I hope you did not travel here especially to deliver this,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

“I could have collected it with the next messages--"

“I could not wait that long,” he interrupted, taking a step closer.

You will yourself to breathe even though there was barely any space between you now and Elrond’s hand was reaching towards you, slow and uncertain. You squeeze your eyes shut and brace.

“I apologise for disrupting your work but I could not find the strength within myself to stay away,” he said.

You open your eyes and look down to find Elrond fiddling with the end of your veil.

He laughed lightly. “I am not usually so forward but there is something about you.”

“My lord, you do not know me. You have never seen my face--”

“I am admitting that I want to.” His fingers on your veil tighten.

“Tell me to leave and I will never speak of it again.”

You bite your lip beneath the veil. He was handing you power like nobody had ever done before. Elrond, Half Elven wanted to know you, a veiled lore master and carrier of messages.

Gently, you take Elrond’s hands in yours and squeeze as you murmur quietly.

“Tell me exactly what you want, my lord and I shall give it to you. All of it."

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[sotwk]

Hey there! I’ve been wanting to make a fic request for quite a few days, but I’m fairly new to the platform so I had to figure what exactly an “ask box” was 😅

First off, I wanted to say that you write excellently (I’ve explored some of your Fanfic masterlist, and I’m already rereading the coronation oneshot for Thranduil), and I got so excited when I saw that Elrond/Celebrian was the one canon ship you wrote for!

So I wanted to request something about them, preferably their reunion in the Undying Lands because poor Elrond has had it so bad - first his wife, then Arwen chooses mortality and also the uncertainty of the twins. I was thinking probably Hurt/Comfort and Mild Angst for genres. Other than that, feel free to take any creative liberties you want to.

If you can’t fulfill this request for whatever reason, that’s totally fine! I think I’ve included everything. Thanks!

Hello Twilight! WELCOME TO TUMBLR! (I'm a month shy of my 1-year anniversary, so I almost feel like a poser with my welcome wagon, but oh well! XD)

So happy to have you join us, and I hope you're connecting nicely with other Tolkienites here. Considering you've gone ahead and figured out how to make a fic request through Ask Box, I can tell you're a fantastic addition to our community. Way to go!! <3 I am so honored you found my little Masterlist and liked what I have to offer. There are many, many talented writers in our orbit with massive fic portfolios; we feast on Tolkien fics here!

Anyway, the basic rule of my Fic Requests is, if it's a genre/ship that I do and you can patiently wait for it, I am happy to write it for you!

You are my first Celerond request--whoo-hoo! SUCH an underrated ship of a beautifully romantic yet tragic couple. It might seem a little weird that they're the only canon x canon pairing I accept, but I try to to limit requests to Readers Inserts so I can focus the rest of my energies on my own AU/OC projects. However, I love Elrond and I have a soft spot for underdeveloped characters (as evidenced by my Thranduil obsession), and Celebrian is one of those! She must truly be wonderful to have won the heart of the Lord of Imladris.

I think the Elrond x Celebrian reunion has been written by a few other writers around here--I could have sworn I spotted one a few months back, but sadly I didn't have the time to read it then, and wasn't able to reblog/bookmark it either! D'oh! Just letting you know in case you want to go on a hunt while waiting for me to deliver on your request. :) Plenty of lovely content out there to entertain you!

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[ophidion]

Ah I figured. I think Rob’s Elrond has turned a good lot of people into looking DISrespectfully. He’s even grown on me. He could probably pull of dilf-y vibes if he tried.

to say I was only mildly horny when I watched and then I realized… this man is LOTR Daemon and decided it was my SACRED duty to bring this uncle!daddy to be APPRECIATED.

(kudos to @mzladybird for starting me on this path to hell, if you haven’t read elen it’s the fucking GOSPEL of dilf elrond)

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[wordbunch]

Their love song (Taylor Swift edition) > The Rings of Power characters

a/n: welcome to my little self-indulgent celebration of 700 followers! 🥳 EVEN IF you're not a fan/don't know the songs, I hope you can still like and support this fic - a lot of time and love went into it! and by all means come talk to me about it or suggest your own songs! love you all so much and thank you for reading my stories and being a wonderful community 💕

HALBRAND ♡ cruel summer

Please look at these lyrics and tell me it isn't just perfect for him!! You never really planned on falling for him, ever, but alas, something captivated you - his eyes looking down on you from a height difference, the way he seemed to understand you more than anyone else in certain moments, and how he was adamant to be around you. He was very cocky and confident when you admitted it at last.

ARONDIR ♡ peace

Maybe you come from different backgrounds, but there is nothing that you wouldn't do for each other. He is very protective of you, but he is also cautious because he never wants you to be in danger because of him. Although your relationship can be judged negatively, the only important thing is what the two of you feel for one another - true love.

ELENDIL ♡ labyrinth

Things haven't exactly been easy after his wife suddenly died, and he had mixed feelings about moving on; somehow, with you it was kind of effortless and unexpectedly natural. He struggled with it within himself for some time, but you were understanding and supportive the whole time, and he began feeling much better when he accepted his developing feelings for you.

CELEBRIMBOR ♡ lover

Honestly, he kind of is a magnetic force, and he would also be a total romantic to his partner and spoil them in so many ways. Admittedly, he's lived through a lot of things and challenges, but ending up with you seemed like a reward at the end of everything, and he never wants to let you go.

GALADRIEL ♡ daylight

She certainly has her struggles and her mind can be a very occupied place, so she really didn't expect to find captivating romantic love among all the mess. You bring brightness and warmth to her life like nobody else, and she lights up when she is around you, especially when the two of you are alone.

ISILDUR ♡ blank space

He is still quite young and impulsive, and everything else that comes with it, and also naturally curious and a bit of a troublemaker - never a dull moment. When you two first met, you didn't think it would go anywhere, but quickly you fell for his reckless charm, and decided to give it a go anyways. It's a passionate and unpredictable relationship which can end at any time, but he is so wrapped around your finger that you highly doubt it.

VALANDIL ♡ sparks fly

He is also crazy, young and exciting, but something won't let you let him go. He is aware of his strengths and he knows how to play them exactly right to keep you on your toes and crazy about him. Maybe it isn't the most stable of relationships, but hey, as long as you're having a good time!

GIL-GALAD ♡ gorgeous

He is so royal and classy and naturally, captivated your attention within mere seconds in his presence. At first you might have been a little intimidated (who wouldn't be?) and you had mixed feelings within yourself - he surely already had someone, so you decided it would be best to wait for him to approach you. Years and years later, you both like to jokingly reminisce on those moments.

BRONWYN ♡ new year's day

Life can be tough, and people can be difficult to deal with, but the two of you have each other's back through it all. While you have your arguments and disagreements occasionally, and maybe someone judges your relationship, at the end of the day there is nobody else that the two of you would rather share your troubles with.

ELROND ♡ you are in love

This sweet soul had to get this song assigned to him! Your love bloomed steadily over centuries of close friendship and understanding, you shared a quiet, unspoken bond, and it was just the most natural thing ever. It eventually became difficult to pinpoint when exactly it turned into something more than platonic, because for so long it had been the two of you together, side by side.

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[tamurilofrivendell]

With My Life | Elrond x Reader

one shot using this prompt

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pairing: Elrond x Reader

summary: you think Elrond doesn’t trust you to fight despite your skill but it turns out the real reason he is loath to let you is a little different. 

You had lived in Rivendell for a fairly long time by this point, coming here seeking safety and solace. You had been travelling alone for a long time, facing many hardships and even dangers on the road, but Imladris had been good to you. The Lord of Rivendell had taken you in without a question, as he always did with weary travellers, those seeking a safe place to rest their heads. You had not planned to stay quite as long as you actually had but the valley had become something of a home to you, just as the Lord of it had become someone you were proud to call a friend.

However, it was not all a wonderful dream. Darkness had been creeping back into the world and, as war approached and skirmishes broke out all over, you were forced to pick up your trusty sword once more, going out on border patrols with the others. You wouldn’t feel right sitting pretty in Rivendell while everybody else risked themselves defending this refuge from the forces of Mordor. You were happy to help and happy to have an excuse to leave Rivendell for a time, something you had grown to enjoy over your time here. You had always had a bit of a habit of leaving the safety of the Halls and crossing the river or exploring the surrounding wilderness. You had always had a wanderers heart and exploring had simply become a part of you after all these years.

Trouble was, with the world becoming more dangerous, you found yourself getting into more scrapes and problems than before. You were almost eaten by a couple of trolls. A warg stalked your scent and chased you all the way to the river. A stray band of orcs waylaid you in the woods, which you got away from with minor injuries - this one got you in the most trouble with Elrond, though he didn’t say a word. The way he looked at you while he tended to your wounds was enough.

As time passed and things continued to only become more and more dangerous, you found yourself in a situation you had not been in before.

Elrond started to say no to you.

It began with a wave of his hand, telling you there were enough numbers in a partcular patrol to deal with the issue they were facing. It continued with an angry look the likes of which he hadn’t given you before when you tried to press the situation and force your way back into the midst of things. Elrond only continued to outright deny you, eventually going so far as to completely remove your weapon from your possession as you slept.

When you woke and realised it was missing, you were furious, and you had finally had enough. What had changed between the two of you, you did not know, but you had reached your limit. Try as you might, you could not seem to stop disappointing him and you were desperate to know what you had done to upset him, to change the way he viewed and treated you.

“Don’t you trust me?” You cried out in frustration, bursting into his room as he was readying to leave with his patrol to hunt yet another band of orcs that had dared to come too close to the border for comfort.

Elrond turned to look at you, brows furrowed with confusion as he wondered how you could even ask such a question. How you could even think such a thing. He realised that things had not been the same as they had been but he could no longer allow you to waltz around in the wild beyond Rivendell, where anything could happen to you, where things had already happened. You were reckless with yourself and it frightened him, especially that last time when the orcs had gotten too close and hurt you - you were seriously lucky that it was not more serious and he had spent all that night unable to rest due to his anxiety over what might happen the next time.

The next time, you may not be so lucky.

How had he allowed these thoughts to enter your mind? How had he not seen it? He had been trying to keep you safe and in doing so he realised that he had pushed you away and made you feel like he did not value you. “I trust you with my life.” He said emphatically, covering the distance between you both in two long strides. Elrond reached out to take hold of your hands gently in his own, looking you directly in the eyes with a tenderness he had been hiding from you for the past few months. “I’m not so sure I trust you with yours.”

You blinked back at him as you allowed his words to sink in. He was quiet, patient, as your mind worked over the meaning behind what he had said. His thumbs brushed softly across the skin of your hands, sending a light shiver through you. Your gaze softened slightly as you looked back at him and he smiled. His smile began to fade away when you pulled your hands from his but returned when your arms moved to circle his neck, pulling him into a hug. His own arms moved around your waist as he returned the gesture and the two of you stayed that way for a few moments, content in this moment to at least be on the same page once more.

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[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Vision- Elrond x OC

Elrond x Iris

Description: While in the Council of Elrond, Iris experiences visions that leave her physically and emotionally weak. Thankfully her husband is there to comfort her when she has doubts about her past. 

Word Count: 2.2k

“Strangers from distant lands, friends of old,” Elrond greeted the council, standing up respectfully. Iris sat straight with her hands in her lap. It was obvious to everyone that she was tense, nervous even. She knew why her husband had called a meeting of elves, men and dwarves alike and she absolutely hated it. Nevertheless, as his wife she felt obligated to attend by his side, and so there she sat. She glanced around the room, immediately recognizing Aragorn and Legolas, before her eyes landed on her husband as he continued. 

“You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle Earth stands upon the brink of destruction, no one can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom,” he paused before gesturing to Frodo. “Bring forth the Ring, Frodo.” Everyone’s eyes were glued to the hobbit as he stepped forward anxiously. He walked over to the stone plinth in the middle of the circle and placed the Ring on it as carefully as he could. 

“So it’s true,” a man muttered, sounding shocked. Frodo sat back down and sighed, closing his eyes as Legolas and an unfamiliar dwarf eyed the Ring suspiciously. 

“Indeed it is,” Iris responded distantly, eyes not leaving the Ring. Elrond glanced at his wife as he returned to his seat. She barely managed to tear her eyes away and offer him a reassuring smile before the man began to speak again. 

“In a dream, I saw the Eastern sky grow dark,” he paused as he began walking towards the Ring. “In the West, a pale light lingered. A voice was crying, your doom is near at hand. Isildur’s Bane is found.” He glanced at Elrond, who shot Gandalf a concerned look, before gesturing to the ring. “Isildur’s Bane.” Iris’ eyes widened at his words and she let out a loud gasp as Lord Elrond jumped to his feet. 

“Boromir!” He reprimanded sternly. The sky suddenly darkened, and Gandalf began speaking in the Black Speech. Boromir jumped back, staring at the sky in bewilderment. The dwarf shouted as Gandalf stood, continuing to speak. Boromir backed off to his seat while Elrond held his head in pain, and Legolas grimaced as he closed his eyes. Iris, meanwhile, closed her eyes as a sharp pain shot through her head. It felt like agony to her, yet she couldn’t find any words to describe it. 

When the pain settled and Iris opened her eyes, the sky had cleared and the sun reappeared. Her eyes found Elrond’s, and she was quick to notice the worry that filled them. 

“I am alright, my love,” she muttered low enough for him to hear. The elf hesitated at first, but upon receiving a nod from his wife, he stood and looked at Gandalf angrily. He scolded the wizard for speaking the Black Speech, something that had never happened in Rivendell, but Gandalf merely brushed it off before stating that the Ring was evil altogether. Boromir, however, refuted it by saying that it was a gift and that his land, Gondor, should be given the weapon to use it against the enemy. 

“You cannot wield it,” Aragorn spoke up, causing all heads to turn to him. “The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master.” When Boromir questioned what he would know of this matter, Legolas stood rather abruptly. 

“This is no mere Ranger,” he said firmly. “He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance.” Iris had to hold back a smile when she noticed Frodo’s shocked expression, then faced Boromir again as he raised his eyebrows as Aragorn. 

“Aragorn, this...is Isildur’s heir,” he muttered. 

“And heir to the throne,” Legolas added. Aragorn said something in Elvish, which prompted Legolas to sit down. Boromir turned to the elf, stating that Gondor has no King nor does it need one, before sitting down and staring at Aragorn disdainfully. 

“Regardless, Aragorn is right,” Iris ultimately continued as she stood up, wanting to end this meeting as soon as possible. “We cannot use it.” Lord Elrond nodded and stood beside her. 

“You only have one choice. The ring must be destroyed.” 

“Then what are we waiting for?” The still unnamed dwarf questioned. He got up and grabbed his axe. Everyone watched as he brought the axe down on the Ring. 

Immediately, and without warning, a breathless gasp left Iris’ lips. Her eyes became wide as her head tilted towards the sky. Just faintly she could hear someone call her name before her ears began ringing so loud she thought she had a bell beside her head. Images began flashing in her visions.

A singular red eye watched her just as intently as she watched it, then a dark knight appeared, sword raised threateningly. Sauron.

A bright white light suddenly flashed, nearly blinding her before the scorching lava of Mount Doom came into view, nearly splashing on her as it bubbled and boiled.

Those same images flashed in her mind, engraving themselves into her memory. It was overwhelming, and it suffocated her. She couldn’t breathe. 

Then, out of nowhere, it all disappeared and things were back to normal. It felt like whiplash, Iris didn’t know what hit her. Her hearing and sight of those around her came back all at once. The shock from that was enough to make her knees buckle. She just barely registered someone catching her before she fell onto the unforgiving ground, and she numbly looked up to see her husband staring down at her worriedly. His lips moved in slow motion, but his words sounded like muffled nonsense to her. She finally registered what he was saying as he turned to Lindir. 

“Fetch my sons, they should be outside,” he demanded urgently. Lindir nodded and wasted no time in scurrying out. Iris glanced around dazedly. It was clear that no one else had been affected like she had as all eyes were on her worriedly. She flinched as another pair of arms wrapped around her middle, lifting her up and holding her bridal style. Her head lolled to the side before her eyes landed on Elladan. He wasn’t looking at her though, instead at his father as he spoke. 

“Take her to our bedroom and look after her until I get there. I still have business to finish here,” he instructed. 

“Yes Ada (father),” Elrohir and Elladan responded simultaneously. Iris was quick to shake her head, ignoring the dizziness that it caused. 

“No,” she spoke up, finally finding her voice. “I’m fine, I can stay here.” Elrond lifted his hand to her forehead for a moment before dropping it. 

“You’re too warm. Go get some rest, I’ll join you in a bit.” There was a hint of finality in his tone, and Iris knew that there would be no convincing him otherwise. So, although very hesitant, she nodded and allowed Elladan to carry her out of the room, refusing to look at anyone else. 

“Elrohir, for the last time, I don’t need any more blankets. I feel like I’m in a fireplace,” Iris said for what felt like the millionth time at that point. None of her children had allowed her to even step out of bed since she had been brought in. They opted to bring her whatever she needed instead. Not moving around meant that she had to deal with the full force of her children, and there was nothing worse than children when their mother wasn’t well. They had been flocking her like a pack of birds around a feeder, seeing what she wanted and/or needed so that she wouldn’t have to get out of bed. 

“You can never be too sure Ama (mother),” the boy responded with a shrug, setting the small bundle of blankets down by the bed. 

“Where are you even getting all these blankets anyway?” The woman questioned, raising an eyebrow when the elf became sheepish. 

“Nowhere,” he trailed off with his hands behind his back. 

“If Lindir asks what happened to his blanket, pretend like you never saw these,” Elladan added, gesturing to the blankets that his brother had just set aside. Iris opened her mouth to scold the boys, but stopped when the door opened. Arwen appeared in the doorway with a tray of tea and cups in her hands. 

“How are you feeling Ama?” She asked softly, making her way over to the bed. A small smile appeared on the woman’s face and she shook her head. 

“As I’ve been telling your brothers for the last ten minutes, I’m perfectly fine,” she responded, receiving incredulous looks from the others. “I am! Honestly, I just needed a little bit of rest, I’m okay now.” Arwen grinned as she began to pour the tea into a cup. 

“Too bad, Ada says that you’re to stay in bed until he can come check on you,” she said simply. Iris only offered her an exasperated sigh then sat up as her daughter poured milk and sugar into her tea before holding it out to her. 

“Yerba mate tea,” she informed her as the older elf took it. “Ada says that it helps with fatigue and any dizziness you may still have.” Iris mumbled a thanks before taking a sip, cringing a moment later. 

“Careful,” a voice said from the door, making the others look in that direction. Elrond was standing there with his hand on the doorknob and a fond smile on his face. 

“You must learn to wait until the tea has cooled down before taking a drink,” he reprimanded lightly as he walked over to her. 

“Why do that when I could drink tea faster then deal with the repercussions later?” The girl responded simply, making the children laugh. Elrohir scooted over to make room for his father, who took a seat right beside his wife. 

“How are you feeling?” He inquired, already resting his hand against her forehead like he had earlier. 

“Better. Can I get up now?” Elrond chuckled at his wife’s impatience then shook his head. 

“You’re still a little warm.”

“That could be attributed to the hundreds of blankets that both Elladan and Elrohir have supplied me with,” Iris retorted flatly, taking another sip of her tea. Her husband hummed, then glanced around at the twins and Arwen. 

“Leave us please,” he instructed softly. The trio looked hesitant, but once Iris nodded, they stood up. As they walked out, they pressed a kiss to their mother’s cheek. Arwen was the last out, and she was sure to close the door afterwards. For a moment, neither said anything as she continued to sip her tea. Elrond was the one to finally break the silence.

“I’m not going to force you to talk about it,” he started softly, looking at her again. “But I have found that people have been known to feel better if they talk about what bothers them.” Iris hesitated for a moment. She knew that he wasn't lying, he wouldn’t force her to talk about what happened. Did she want to put that burden on him though? 

Her eyes met Elrond’s, and all it took was a reassuring smile to break her. She told him everything that she saw after Gimli attempted to break the Ring, and everything she felt. The fear that coursed through her veins when she saw Sauron, the suffocation that pressed against her chest as she looked into Sauron’s eye, everything. Elrond listened patiently, allowing her to vent her thoughts and feelings. 

“What if,” Iris paused to swallow hoarsely. “What if the reason I had such a reaction was because I truly am the descendant of Sauron?” The fear in her voice was the first thing Elrond noticed, and he immediately shook her head. 

“It matters not who you are descended from, the same way it does not matter who Aragorn descends from,” he responded softly yet firmly, taking his wife’s hand in his. “What matters is who you are. And you are a great witch of Rivendell and excellent healer. You love cloud watching and nice smelling candles while you read. You hate going on hunts with us because you hate the thought of killing any living thing. You are Iris Peredhil, leader of Rivendell and the love of my life.” Iris offered him a weak smile and gingerly squeezed his hand. 

“And you are the light of my life,” she muttered softly. That made the elf grin and he moved over to wrap an arm around her waist, allowing her to rest her head on his chest. 

“Soon you will not have to worry about the Ring,” he informed her. “The Ring will not be staying in Rivendell, it can do you no more harm. A group consisting of hobbits, men, elves and dwarves alike have formed a group called the Fellowship of the Ring and they will be taking it to Mordor to destroy it.” 

“Valar keep them safe,” Iris breathed out quietly, looking up at her husband as she cuddled into him and let him rest his chin on the top of her head. “They will need all the prayers they can get for this journey.” Elrond nodded just a bit, holding her closer. 

“Maybe so, but it is no concern of yours anymore. Or any of Rivendell’s for that matter. All that I care about is that my family is safe and happy.” The girl grinned then pressed a loving kiss to his cheek. 

“You don’t need to worry about that, we’re all perfectly content.” Elrond copied her smile. 

“Then I am as well.”

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[feyhunter78]

Snapdragons (3/?)

Description: Maeria and Elrond grow closer as they journey to Lindon

She isn’t sure if Durin hates her or if he truly favors Elrond that much, but either option, she finds frustrating.

He hangs back with the select dwarven guards chosen to accompany them, leaving her and Elrond to walk side by side.

“Have you ever visited any of the Elven cities?” Elrond asked as he lifts a branch, ensuring it wouldn’t scratch her.

“No, I was raised among mortals, besides the few elves that guarded our settlement. But they didn’t take it upon themselves to interact with me beyond the occasional greeting or defending me when my brother could not.”

“That’s a wonderful example of the unity of Elvenkind.” Elrond said, a particular smile on his face that meant he was picturing his home, and the love he had for his people.

Maeria shifted her pack. “I often wished they didn’t defend me. It made me look weak in the eyes of the others and worsened their torment of me.”

She felt Elrond’s eyes on her, a question on his lips, and she continued. “The villagers could pretend I was human enough until the elves defended me. Then I was just another elf encroaching on their land.”

He nodded, a solemn look on his face. “Finding a place between our two sides can be quite challenging. I myself face obstacles that full-blooded elves do not.”

It was Maeria’s turn to look at him, he had surprised her with his openness on their journey so far. He was different from the Elves she knew, and Durin had commented on how she was beginning to warm up to the brown haired elf, seeing as she had even dropped his title and called him only by his name.

He gave her a soft smile. “I should not complain. The high king has given me a prestigious position.”

“Does your kin not defend you? Your friends?”

“I have no kin, not any longer. And for friends, they have and will continue to speak highly of me, but words do not always win hearts.”

They walked in silence for a while until Maeria spoke up. “I am sorry, for the loss of your kin. I was very young when my mother died and have always had my brother until—I can imagine the grief you carry.”

“And I too mourn for your loss, to lose a sibling is to lose a part of your very being.”

Maeria unconsciously put her hand to her heart, thumb swiping back and forth on the fabric of her bodice, lost in thought for a moment. “It does certainly feel that way. As if he has taken a piece of my heart with him.”

She kept quiet about how her brother had left her with a sack of gold and instructions to integrate herself into a people that would keep her safe—and potentially provide him with allies upon his return.

“Where did you call home before Khazad-dûm?” Elrond asked, attempting to switch the conversation to a more light-hearted one.

“The Southlands, a small village, it was destroyed near the end of the war, and I doubt it has been rebuilt. My brother and I fled our home and wandered for a great many years, then he was lost to me.” Maeria glanced back at Durin who was laughing with one of the guards. “I wandered on my own for a while longer, and then Disa found me, as I told you.”

They both stopped when Durin called out to them. “The sun is setting, we should make camp and continue at first light.”

Maeria made her way back to Durin’s side and began assembling the small tents they’d brought.

Soon the tents were pitched, and a fire was going. Rabbits were roasted, they all ate in silence until one of the guards spoke up. He was a younger dwarf with thick black hair, and a still growing beard. “Lady Maeria, my rabbit is too raw, would you mind?”

He held the rabbit out to her, and she hovered her fingertips over it, a small flame appearing. A moment later, he pulled the meat away. “Many thanks.”

“Of course.” She smiled at the young dwarf who blew on his food then took a bite.

“Gremn, Lady Maeria is not your cook, the fire is right in front of you.” Durin scolded.

“I don’t mind, my lord, it’s not difficult for me to summon a small flame.” She said, coming to Gremn’s rescue.

Gremn bowed his head towards her in gratitude when Durin grumbled, but backed off.

“I think I shall head to my tent, goodnight, all.” She said, standing and throwing the remains of her meal into the fire.

She ducked into her tent, and laid on her bedroll, closing her eyes and imagining she was back in her home, the crackling of the fire, and low conversations soon sent her off to sleep.

Maeria stands in an inn, it’s empty of inhabitants, but it’s one she recognizes from her travels. There is a low fire crackling in the central fire pit, and a storm rages outside.

The scrape of a chair at the table next to her draws her attention.

“Sister.” Her brother stands in shadow, but his hand is outstretched, and she takes it holding it to her cheek.

“Brother, I have missed you.” She whispered, as he cupped her cheek, his hand is rough, and he smells of saltwater.

“And I you, soon we will be reunited, have you done as I asked?” His thumb caresses her skin, his voice low.

“I am a valued member of the heir to the Dwarven throne’s family, and he has asked me to join him on his trip to Lindon. I will try to befriend any I can there as well…” She bit the inside of her cheek, eyes searching for his in the shadows.

Her brother sensed her hesitance. “What is it?”

She closed her eyes. “I am…nervous to enter the city of the Elves, what if they are cruel to me? You always told me how father shouted such cruel words at mother and I before he left.”

Her brother’s grip on her face tightened, and her eyes flew open. “The blood of our family runs within you, you have the power to set their city aflame, to doubt yourself is to doubt me. Have you lost faith in me, sister?”

Maeria shakes her head the best she can. “No, never.”

He releases her face and presses a soft kiss to the crown of her head. “My sweet Maeria, be brave, you have the fires of creation within you, mere elves cannot extinguish your flame.”

Maeria nods, and he steps back, disappearing into the shadows.

Then she is alone in the inn, it grows dark, and suddenly the floor beneath her falls away. She plummets into dark water, and she tries to swim upwards, but something has her ankle. She looks down to see a skeletal figure with a gruesome smile on its face, its boney hand wrapped around her ankle. She attempts to kick it off, but it holds tighter, pulling her further into the depths. She thrashes, and air escapes her lungs, rising to the surface as she screams.

Her name is being called by the skeleton, and she shakes her head, praying someone will save her. Then she’s jolted awake, Elron’s concerned face filling her vision.

“Maeria, it’s alright.” He’s kneeling before her, and her hands fly to grip his shoulders as she gasps for breath.

Tears blur her vision and Elrond coos calming phrases in Elvish as her body trembles, and she takes deep breaths, reminding herself she’s on land. The sea cannot hurt her.

“I was drowning.” She choked out, feeling the need to explain her panic. “Did I wake the others?”

Elrond’s tent was beside hers, and she prayed he was the only one to hear her cries.

He shook his head. “I came to wake you as soon as I heard your distress.”

“Thank you.” She said, wiping the tears from her eyes.

“Do you wish to speak of it?”

She thinks of the times Disa had stayed up with her when she awoke screaming, how her kind words soothed her soul and sent her back to sleep the next night calm and unafraid.

“If you wouldn’t mind?”

Elrond sits crossing his legs. “Of course not.”

Maeria slowly removes her hands from his shoulders and rests them in her lap. “I dream that I am drowning often, I try to swim, but a skeletal figure drags me down, I do not know why or who it once was, but it’s always smiling at me, and I cannot break free of its grip.”

Elrond listens quietly, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Perhaps you feel overwhelmed or weighed down by something in your waking life, and that is why you cannot escape in your dreams.”

The weight of her brother’s plan rests on her shoulder, that’s enough to drown anyone.

“The only responsibilities I have are this journey and taking care of the young prince and princess.” She gives him a weak smile. “Perhaps I am worried about how they will fare with me gone.”

Elrond does something that surprises her. He tucks a lock of her hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on the sensitive skin just below her ear. “Have faith in Disa, she is a strong woman, she will survive until you return.”

She suppresses a shiver. Elrond is an elf, he knows of the sensitivity of Elven ears, she knows he does. “I have faith in her, it’s the children I do not have faith in.” She said lightly, eyes not meeting his.

“It would worry her to hear that you are so distressed over them. Instead, might I suggest turning your mind to how delighted they will be to see you once you return?” His hand rests on his knee and her eyes flicker down to his lithe fingers.

He has beautiful hands, and she wonders if there is no part of him that does not hold beauty.

“I will take your advice, perhaps there will be small gifts I can obtain for them in Lindon?”

“We will visit the most wondrous toy maker on our tour, I’m certain you will find something for them there.”

She finally meets his eyes and finds them full of nothing but kindness and understanding. “Thank you, Elrond, for waking me, and for your kindness, I know I was a bit cold to you when we first met.”

He shook his head, a gentle smile on his face. “Please, do not apologize. Durin explained to me your fractured history with our kind. I understand why you would feel defensive.”

“All the well-known human-elf pairings have been an Elven mother and a mortal man, you are beloved by an immortal mother, she can never be truly parted from you. No mother can, but when it is a father... Fathers may leave and start again.” She said, picking at the embroidery on her cloak.

Elrond’s fingers tapped his knee quickly. “It angers me to imagine any Elven male abandoning his child, children are precious to us, they are not to be created then tossed aside.”

“I have my mother’s journals that speak of their love, and his desires to marry her, but something changed, and he abandoned her.”

“Might I see them? Perhaps I can discern who your father is, and have him brought to justice.”

Maeria hesitated for a moment, searching Elrond’s eyes for any sign of mocking or ill intent. When she found none, she rummaged through her pack and pulled out the small leatherbound book. It was one of several, but the only one she kept with her whenever she left Khazad-dûm. It reminded her of the love her mother held for her, and the betrayal that broke her heart.

She handed it to him. “Please be careful, it’s all I have of her.”

Elrond accepted it carefully, and it warmed her heart to see the delicacy with which he turned the pages.

“The letter he sent is in the back.” She said, wrapping her arms around herself as her father’s words came back to her.

Elrond slowly pulled out the letter, his eyes scanning it. He read it, then read the journal once more, his brow furrowing. “I’m afraid I don’t know who your father is.”

“That’s alright, don’t worry yourself over it.”

“I’ve never heard this name before, and in the writing of the letter, there are inaccuracies.”

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[kat651]

How your elven lover kisses you/ shows affection 

ℒℯ𝑔ℴ𝓁𝒶𝓈：

in public he’s a model of maturity. He offers you his hand and holds the door. 

Will occasionally place a kiss on your hand or cheek when he can. 

Will put an arm around you if you’re feeling uncomfortable. 

When alone, he’s still gentle and caring. 

Kisses all over your face. 

Cuddles if you want them. 

Thranduil:

he doesn’t care if your in public, he is going to kiss you. 

Constantly pulling you to his chest. 

Would carry you all over if he could. 

Teasing you constantly. 

Alone he’s insane. You’d think he’s been touch starved.

Holds you in his lap

Neck bites 

Long passionate kisses

Falls asleep with you in his arms. 

Haldir:

isn’t big on PDA the farthest he’ll go is gently holding your hand, but only if you ask him to or he senses your uncomfortable. 

Uses a different tone with you than he does everyone else. 

Once it’s just the two of you, he’s a completely different person. 

Snuggles

Lets you play with his hair (always falls asleep if you do)

Butterfly kisses for days. 

Clings to you like a child. 

Elrond:

Will gently squeeze your shoulder as he walks past. 

Soft smiles when no one is looking. 

Not big on PDA. 

once it’s just the two of you, its gentle snuggles usually while he reads you a book or plays with your hair. 

Occasional kisses on the top of your head. 

Is a softy. 

Lindir:   

to the untrained eye, you and lindir just seem to be good friends but there are signs, though only the people he’s really close to can see the signs. 

He shows you subtle PDA by simple acts of service such as bringing you tea or grabbing something from another room that you may have forgotten. 

If you’re sitting at a table, he’ll occasionally take your hand when he knows no one can see it. 

Once alone however, if you aren’t each others center of attention he gets clingy. 

Pulls you away from what you’re doing so he can have quality time with you. 

Goes from soft and submissive in public to straddling you in the bed while placing kisses over your entire body. Is still gentle with you though. 

Then suddenly, he needs you to baby him and hold him tight. 

Loves to play lay with your hair. 

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