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ruiniel · 2 months

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You said to send short asks, is it OK if for me to request a short ask about glorfindel and a female s/o relationship headcannons?

Totally cool if you don't!

Anon this is the very first ask I get for a Tolkien character x reader HC! *gasp* Thank you, whoever you are.

All right, this is with Third-Age-Glorfindel in mind...

CW: ever so slightly suggestive

Despite being well loved for reasons too many to count, Glorfindel warms up slowly to others on a personal level. When he does, the depth of his affection is boundless.

He often feels the burdening of Ages but hides it well beneath his mild disposition and a carefree outlook. With you in his life, it comes as a surprise that he resorts to that way of coping less and less.

He'll say, resting with you on a warm afternoon somewhere at the top of the valley, gazing at Rivendell from afar: "You... you are kindling." And he'll press your palm to his heart, so you understand.

When he returns from patrols in the wilderness, he will always get the bathing and changing over with as fast as he can, just so he can crawl into bed next to you. He'll rest with his head against your chest, sighing and tangling his legs with yours. The tightness of his hold is an expression of how much he missed this, sleepily murmuring words that send you into a fever.

And then he falls asleep.

The beautiful bastard.

When a full day of training, diplomacy or whatever else is done, you'll sometimes take refuge in your chambers; you adore the way his gaze mellows at the sight of you when Glorfindel joins, his dimpled smile a warming balm. If you're reading in an armchair, he'll shrug off his outer robe and plop down by your feet in nothing but his simple undertunic and leggings, hugging your legs and pressing his forehead against your clothed knees.

He knows you won't last long before you set the book aside, loves how you enjoy playing with that bright, silky hair of his. You hear low, contented sighs when your fingers tangle and bury themselves in his strands; he'll rub his cheek against your thigh in a languid, feline manner, smiling and breathing slowly to unwind.

He makes no great deal of it, but Glorfindel has a wonderful singing voice; he'll hum old Valinorean tunes for you in the mornings or during treks together through the surrounding woods, happily explaining their meaning and origin (some are satire, which makes it irreverently fun)

Glorfindel is a living flame. It's as though he was reembodied with powers and affinities especially designed to defy the manner of his untimely, traumatizing death. He has no nightmares of fire: he is one with it, now. His spiritual power vibrates against you in silver and gold, sending your nerves sizzling and your spirit in a swoon.

Even his body temperature rises to surprising intensity in certain special moments: you've come to crave that undulating warmth beneath his skin.

And oh, he's more than eager to oblige.

You were delighted to find that Glorfindel, Lord Glorfindel the warrior, actually can employ the finest of charms when he wants to (and is a horrible tease besides).

For all the positions of authority he's held throughout the centuries, this Elf simply loves it when you take the lead; sometimes even begs it of you. When you straddle him as he lies on his back, giggling and biting his lip at the pleasant weight of your body. When you pin him down by the wrists, look him in the eye and pant out your demands, telling him exactly what you need and where you need it.

He can tell, anyway, he always checks with you in thought.

He just loves hearing you say it.

Or moan it.

Sometimes, when he's exhausted or lost in you, he'll slip into Quenya, forgetting you don't understand a word of his mother tongue. But the sound of it is so alluring, so indescribably beautiful (especially in his voice), that you nearly moan from the mere whisper of it in your ear.

You've only ever experienced Glorfindel drunk once, on an occasion commemorating the old Gates of Summer festival. He was quiet that day, distant, barring your thought when you tried reaching him and often disappearing from sight, away from the others. You gave him space, and halfway through the silent watch of the night, left for rest.

No sooner did you change and was standing at the side of the bed than he appeared, closing the doors behind him and leaning against them, his gaze flickering with golden sparks in the dark. His step wavered only once as he slowly moved towards you, but you knew. You waited, looked on as he reached you, pressing one large palm to your chest and pushing so you fell onto the soft bed; you tasted hot wine on his tongue, understood, and held him tightly as he took frantic refuge into you.

#glorfindel x reader #glorfindel x you #more to be added #there's always more to be added #i mean it's HE #and I am weak #WEAK #ruiniel:fanfiction #x reader #glorfindel x oc #silmarillion x reader #lotr x reader #middle earth imagine

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sotwk · 25 days

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hi! in the spirit of showing oc love, I was wondering if there's a particular oc you're looking forward to introducing to people in upcoming projects?

I'm tripping over myself to answer this Ask! (Thank you thank you thank you, Ace!)

May I please introduce two?

I've been shy about sharing these because they're not only Silmarillion OCs (I'm still intimidated by the Silm fandom, even though I have many lovely Mutuals from there, you included), they're OC WIVES of Silm Canons. Two of the most popular Silm canons. I'm pretty sure OC creators have been flogged for that.

But since you asked... onward with SotWK AU reveals and spoilers! The stories are tragic because that's the First Age for you!

Velcálë Vanandur

Wife of Maglor and grandmother of Elvenqueen Maereth (wife of Thranduil)

SotWK Fancast: Zendaya Coleman as Velcálë

Her name means "flame doer" in Quenya.

Velcálë had one child with Maglor, a daughter named Laurinwen, who was born and grew up in Tirion.

She was a Noldorin apprentice who served directly under Vána, and was thus given the prestigious epithet "Vanandur" (Servant of Vána).

She was a great tender of gardens, and her songs could cause plants to immediately flower or bear fruit.

Only out of love and devotion to Maglor did she decide to follow the Fëanorians in Exile, taking their daughter with them.

Velcálë was greatly affected by the violence of her kin and constantly homesick for Valinor. A lover of light and warmth, she suffered in the harsh lands where her family dwelt.

The toll of her heartbreak muted the strength and power she possessed in Valimar to nearly nothing, although she did her best to help sustain their people by cultivating the lands for limited-scale food production.

Because she tried to hold Maglor back from "necessary" violence and constantly made him question his commitment to the Oath, she was disliked by all of her brothers-in-law, except for Maedhros.

Velcálë was eventually slain in the battle of Dagor Bragollach when Himlad fell, leading to a permanent estrangement between Maglor and his daughter, Laurinwen.

Elemírë

Wife of Glorfindel and twin sister of Elenwë (wife of Turgon)

SotWK Fancast: Vanessa Kirby as Elemírë

Elemírë had a fierce warrior’s spirit, but violence of any kind was considered unbecoming by her family.

She joined the Exile because she did not want to be separated from her sister Elenwë, a gentle spirit whom she always sought to protect.

She was loved by her childhood friend, Glorfindel. Although she reciprocated his feelings, he was the more passionate and demonstrative one. Elemírë factored in Glorfindel's own decision to (reluctantly) join the Exile.

Elemírë nearly died trying to dive under the Grinding Ice to save her sister, but she was held back by Glorfindel. This embittered her heart towards him. Instead of following Turgon to Vinyamar (and eventually Gondolin), she decided to join Fingon’s people.

Over the course of the decades, she grew into a skilled cavalry rider, and was accepted into the ranks of Fingon. She became devoted to Fingon for personally mentoring and training her.

During the Long Peace, Glorfindel (who had missed and yearned for Elemírë all those years), sought permission from Turgon to leave Gondolin so he could seek her out.

He came to Hithlum reaffirming his love for her and seeking her hand in marriage. Elemírë would not say yes, but could not bring herself to refuse him either. Glorfindel committed to staying for as long as needed to convince her, and this courtship lasted for nearly half a century.

Eventually, Fingon himself encouraged Elemírë to realize and follow her true desires for peace and love. She betrothed herself to Glorfindel and returned to Gondolin with him.

The couple married and bore one child, a son named Ingwil.

As the Lady of the House of the Golden Flower, Elemírë was also one of its fiercest warriors. She fought alongside her husband for the first time in the Nirnaeth Arnoediad.

Elemírë died during the Fall of Gondolin, rescuing her son from an attacking fire drake, which she successfully slayed before perishing.

Thank you again for the ask @hobbitwrangler, and for encouraging my foray into the Silm fandom. I hope you (and anyone reading this) enjoy learning about these OC ladies! Maybe with the right amount of courage, time, and motivation, I may someday even write some actual one-shots including them!

For more SotWK AU headcanons: SotWK HC Masterlist

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Special Moots who might be interested tag: @emmanuellececchi @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras @scyllas-revenge @g-m-kaye @quillofspirit

Other useful links:

Introduction to SotWK

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wareagleofthemountain · 8 months

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WIP Teaser:

Glorfindel groaned as he forced his eyes open, a sharp pain shooting through his back as he attempted to lift it up off of the cold stone beneath him.

Where in Varda’s name was he? The last thing he remembered was a creature standing over him and taking the hilt of their sword to his temple. Then… then nothing.

He was roughly pushed back down and felt a sword point prick his neck slightly. The same figure stood before him now, features shrouded in the hood of their raggedy black cloak.

A cracked, feminine voice that was more like a growl emanated from his assailant. She spoke the Black Speech of Sauron, Glorfindel barely able to understand the words. “Move, and I’ll paint these walls red with your blood elf.”

#Glorfindel x oc

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bisexualbumblebee-writes · 1 year

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Eternal- Glorfindel x OC

Glorfindel x Elletta

Description: Glorfindel and Elletta’s love proves to be eternal.

Word Count: 2.1k

Elletta’s last day in Gondolin had been the absolute worst of her life. It had been the day that Glorfindel, her one true love, was killed right before her eyes. Despite the fact that almost two ages had passed, she could still remember it clearly. Though, I do believe I’m getting ahead of myself. This should start at the beginning.

Glorfindel was a son of the House of the Golden Flower. They were a very prominent family in Gondolin and full of mighty warriors with people that adored them, a legacy that he was happy to continue. Elletta, meanwhile, was the daughter of the House of Gardenia Augusta, a family more focused on maintaining peace amongst others and healing the mighty warriors after battles.

It was fate and fate alone that brought them together. It only made sense that the two differing Elves would end up together, after all they saw each other enough when he returned from a battle or patrol with injuries that she was happy to heal. Their relationship started off slow with both of them too nervous to speak to each other very much the first few times they met. Once they began talking, however, everything seemed to click into place like the puzzle fate deals to its people.

They began courting not long after that. During that time they got to learn everything about each other. They learned the good things, the bad things, and everything in between. That only made them fall more in love with each other and eventually after what felt like years (which were merely a blink of an eye to Elves), Glorfindel proposed to Elletta. Naturally the elleth said yes immediately, and they began planning for their wedding. For a short while everything was blissful for them as they prepared to plan for the best day of their immortal lives.

But then Melkor attacked Gondolin full force with help from Maeglin’s treachery. While the House of the Golden Flower (which Glorfindel was a part of) attempted to keep the Orcs at bay, Fëanor attempted to lead the Elves out of Valinor to Middle Earth for their safety. Elletta had been aiding people out and it wasn’t until a few hours later (when almost everyone was out) that she heard word of a battle between a Balrog and her fiancé as well as the last of his followers.

She attempted to go after him, and was initially stopped by Thorndor, who ultimately gave in to her begging to go back for him and led the way for her. They arrived near the end of the fight in Cirith Thoronath just as Glorfindel managed to stab the ferocious beast in the stomach. In its blinding pain, the Balrog ended up falling backwards toward the cliff. A relieved cry left her lips and he faced her with a triumphant and relieved smile.

Unfortunately his win had been short lived as the Balrog’s hand shot out and grabbed Glorfindel by the hair, pulling him over the edge with it. For a moment Ellettta could only watch in horror as they both fell into the dark abyss below, then she and Thorondor raced to the cliff’s edge in an attempt to search for him. It was in vain for the girl, however. It was simply too deep for even her enchanted Elven sight.

Eventually Thorondor flew down on his eagle to look for Glorfindel, but eventually just returned with the ellon’s broken body. He refused to allow Elleta to lay eyes on it, though, too afraid that it would be her last memory of him. An ornate casket was quickly crafted for the son of the House of the Golden Flower, which he was placed in before his people carried it up to the mountains that surrounded Gondolin. Unfortunately they only had time to bury him before they had to leave as their fair city was too much in ruin to stay.

Elletta had to be all but dragged away from the Lord’s resting place against her will, and the last thing she saw of it were yellow flowers that seemed to bloom around the mound of dirt as if by magic. All she wanted to do was stay and wilt away beside his grave, feeling no other purpose for her. She ended up going to Lothlórien to stay with Lady Galadriel, Queen of the Elves, after she managed to convince the girl to go to Middle Earth with them. The Elf took her in without a second thought, giving her a home in their growing city. However, the change in scenery did little to change what she felt.

She had never felt such pain before. Not even when her dear mother passed away when she was but an Elfling. No, this pain was much more different. It felt like her heart had been ripped from her chest and torn to shreds before being carelessly thrown aside. She felt numb yet she was in pain. She was angry at him for leaving her yet she cried everyday for him.

And the nightmares. Oh, the nightmares. Elves often didn’t need sleep, but when Elletta did drift into slumber she would awaken before the night was over with tears flowing down her cheeks like a river whose dam had just broken and heavy breaths as if she’d just emerged after being held underwater. Sometimes she’d even wake up screaming, calling out desperately for her lost love before either Lady Galadriel or Lord Celeborn would come in to offer her comfort and solace.

It took her many years to finally get over Glorfindel’s death. Eventually she realized that if she kept both her mind and her heart in such a dark place then she would waste away to nothingness, and that’s not what her love would want for her. So, she dedicated her time to teaching the people of Lothlórien everything she knew about healing and medicine.

It wasn’t until almost four thousand years later that she heard word of a name she hadn’t heard in a long, long time. It was practically a whisper, but it was more than enough to catch her attention. It was then that she learned the truth: Glorfindel had been reborn. The story of his return and subsequent arrival to Rivendell, where Lord Elrond dwelt, had been told so much that it traveled across lands and eventually made its way to Lothlorien with Lady Mirabella, who had only recently arrived in Lothlórien.

Elletta wasted no time upon receiving the news. She barely had time to speak with Lady Galadriel before the Queen told her to go find him. Before she knew it she was on her horse Elashor riding as fast as he would go. She rode for days on end, wanting to get to Rivendell as quickly as she could.

Just a few weeks later she finally arrived at the entrance of Imladris, not slowing down until she finally arrived at the Last Homely House. Lindir was already standing in front of the home with a knowing smile, as if he’d been expecting her. He likely was, considering that Elrond probably knew that she was coming the moment Glorfindel arrived. Elletta hopped off her horse in one fell swoop once she was beside him.

“Lady Elletta, we have been expecting you,” the minstrel greeted softly, bowing respectfully to her. She returned the gesture quickly before resting her hands on his shoulders, too anxious to just stand there any longer.

“Lindir, where is he?” She asked urgently.

Follow me,” the boy instructed instead of answering. Without another word the minstrel led her up the winding staircase to the Last Homely House. She continued to follow him through the house for several minutes. It was a beautiful day out; the sun was shining but it wasn’t too hot or too cold. Of course the people of Rivendell would want to spend it outdoors, which Elletta was thankful for. That only meant that they could get to their location with little to no obstacles.

Finally they arrived in the Hall of Fire. A fire was roaring in the fireplace despite the room being empty, giving it a nice warm glow to go with the golden sun that shone through the many talk windows in the home. This room alone really put the ‘homely’ in the Last Homely House, and Elletta couldn’t help but smile at it as Lindir held the door open for her. He didn’t speak until she had walked inside.

“Wait here,” he instructed in the same soft tone as earlier. He waited for her to nod before walking out, closing the door behind him. Elletta wrung her hands nervously as she paced in front of the fireplace. Up until this point she’d only been worried about getting to Rivendell. She hadn’t even thought of what she was going to say to her beloved when she finally saw him again. What could she say? What does one say to the person they watched die only for them to return four thousand years later?

Unfortunately she couldn’t even begin to think of what she could say as the door opened behind her. She whipped around and saw him. Elleta’s breath hitched at the mere sight. He looked exactly as he had the last time she saw him. Of course he’d cleaned up since then, and he now wore more regal clothes rather than the armor he’d worn in Gondolin. His hair was now brushed while part of it was pulled back and braided to keep it out of his face, giving her a perfect view of him. Behind him she could see Lord Elrond and Lindir standing there, watching them with smiles on their faces.

She couldn’t be bothered to care as her eyes focused on her love once again. Her eyes met his just a moment later. They were the same blue ones she fell in love with all those years ago. That’s how she knew this was real. No one could fake those deep blue eyes that reminded her of the Anemone flowers that used to bloom near her home in Gondolin. Before she even realized it she was walking towards him. He copied her movements, both of them speeding up the closer they got until they finally clashed. Elletta’s arms wrapped around him like a vice, her head burying into his chest as she breathed in his scent. Vanilla bean and armor polish, an odd mixture that she’d grown to love during their time together. One of Glorfindel’s hands lifted up to cradle the back of her head, slowly stroking her hair as his other arm wrapped around her waist as if he didn’t plan on letting go.

“Oh, elen nin (my star),” he whispered into her ear. The name only made her hold on tighter to him, that was his name for her back in Gondolin.

“Anar nin (My sun),” she whimpered in response. “Oh, I have missed you so much.” She shouldn’t have been surprised that she’d begun crying, but she did have to admit that it embarrassed her just how wet his tunic was when she moved her head a bit.

“I wanted to come find you when I was reborn,” he muttered, pulling away a bit to look into her eyes again. “The Valar told me that I needed to come here, though.” Elletta offered him a watery smile as she shook her head.

“It matters not anymore. We have been reunited, we are together once more,” she whispered, lifting a hand to cradle his cheek. The Elf involuntarily leaned into her touch, looking comforted by it before leaning down a bit to rest his forehead against hers.

“It was you that encouraged me to come back, you are what kept me going all this time,” he admitted quietly.

“And you are what kept me going. Never leave me again, please,” Elletta begged quietly, her voice cracking with emotion at the end. Glorfindel merely smiled as he nodded.

“Not even if time itself stopped and Middle Earth crumbled to dust,” he promised without a hint of hesitation. That was a good enough answer for her and she found herself embracing him again.

Elletta ended up taking up permanent residence in Rivendell. Lord Elrond was more than happy to let her stay in his home until she and Glorfindel built their own. As they waited for that to be finished, they began planning their wedding once again. Of course they didn’t really need to do so as their bond proved to be eternal, but it was something they didn’t get to experience before the fall of Gondolin. They went through many hardships to get to that point, so it was more than fair to allow them the luxury of a marriage ceremony. Once again they were back where they belonged: with each other.

#lord of the rings #lotr #lotr imagine #glorfindel #glorfindel imagine #glorfindel x oc

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fellowshipofthefics · 2 years

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Chapters: 69/70 Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Glorfindel (Tolkien)/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Original Female Character(s), Glorfindel (Tolkien), Elrond Peredhel, Thranduil (Tolkien), Legolas Greenleaf, Vala | Valar, Elladan (Tolkien), Elrohir (Tolkien), Erestor (Tolkien), Lindir (Tolkien), Aragorn | Estel, Merry Brandybuck, Pippin Took, Gimli (Son of Glóin), Glóin (Tolkien), Saruman | Curunír, Sauron | Mairon Additional Tags: Fall of Gondolin, Modern Girl in Middle Earth, Asshole Thranduil, Visions, Meddling Valar, Imprisonment, Injury, Mirkwood, Rivendell | Imladris, Post-Hobbit, Pre-Lord of The Rings, Elrond is patient, Glorfindel is stubborn, The books are a thing but not the movies, Recovery, Rescue, Wings, Maiar, Dark, Slow Burn, Like slooooooowwwwwww burn Summary:

When Evelyn dreams of a mysterious blond stranger fighting a beast coming straight out of a horror movie, she thinks that she's going mad. But, when said dream becomes a reoccurring event she learns that it may hold more reality than she initially thought.

Soon, she finds herself thrust into a world of fiction and learns that not all is as it seems. The characters she thought she knew prove to be far darker than she imagined whilst her innocence and trust soon wear thin.

As she uncovers secrets about herself she again meets the mysterious stranger of her dreams and, with him at her mercy, she must decide if she can learn to trust once more. No matter what, her presence in Middle Earth is certain to change the fate of all the races.

I made a discord if anyone wants to say hi https://discord.gg/nvmg8tx4wy

#lord of the rings #lotr #glorfindel #glorfindel x oc #lotr fic #leader_in_red

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cilil · 3 months

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Femslash February

⬡ Prompt: Please be gentle & dancing (sweet bingo) | f!Glorfindel x Mentelossë (@elanna-elrondiel's OC) ⬡ Synopsis: The Lady of the House of the Golden Flower and her lover share a moment of joy, or: How the Lady nearly trashed her house before the Balrogs ever could ⬡ Warnings: / ⬡ Drabble

AN: A small gift for @elanna-elrondiel!

We decided to refer to f!Glorfy as Laurefindelë (which is the "normal" Quenya name) because we didn't want to change too much and felt like it was "ambiguous" as is. And to those wondering about the Quenya: It was in fact spoken in Gondolin.

The house of the Golden Flower was filled with merriment and laughter.

Lady Laurefindelë, still clad in her golden armour, was dancing and twirling like a deer in spring, golden hair fluttering behind her. In her arms, held in the manner of a groom carrying their bride, was Lady Mentelossë, cheeks flushed and eyes wet from exuberant joy.

"Careful!" she exclaimed when Laurefindelë spun around again, missing a vase by mere inches. "You will ruin the entire salon!"

"I would lay the entire city to waste for you, my lady; nay, Angband itself!" Laurefindelë laughed and continued her merry dancing.

Thanks for reading! ♡

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blankdblank · 9 months

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Flying Buckets

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“The White Council has spoken…” Thranduil growled out, having been reading the letter that brought him here weeks ago to talk sense into his oldest friends and get aid to move upon his lost peak within the Southern half of his forest. Glorfindel seated along the wall flinched as he did to the pained squeak and thud in response to his hard kick of a bucket through the window opening on the far wall of his suite.

“Always, the face….” A muffled and defeated voice had the pair spring up to race outside and find a petite woman plopped ungracefully on her side clutching her face to a angered flop of her foot down into the tall grass she was weighing down.

“Madam,” the Elf King felt himself sighing in a hard drop to a knee at her side. Blood clear as day from the now broken nose that hindered the already frustrated Dwarf Company of Thorin Oakenshield who were dead set on waiting until their most injury riddled member was right as rain for the continuation of their journey. Of course that was after an internal investigation on where the Princes were at during that time to ensure like a mishap with the ponies the first week had not been behind another bloody nose and facial bruise for her they were glad to be cleared of. Elrond was shouted for and the King himself carried her to aid without care of the stains to his outer robes terrifying so many in his pacing path outside the Healers Wing.

“You owe me,” was mouthed by her to the Elf King who was not blamed by the Company who would have ammunition enough already to despise him for all eternity off past grievances and grudges. The same Elf King who in his entrapped state offered a deal of his own, together they would call for aid from Dain to rid his Southern Woodlands of the Necromancer and then he would gladly aid in march upon the mountain, where they could surely work his lost gems once the arkenstone was recovered into a new trade deal to rekindle the relationship between their kingdoms.

Quietly as she stole a moment to the side of the grand hall being prepped for the coronation in a few weeks time the one to whom the King owed a debt felt his statuesque silent figure come up on her left. Silent as ever with more grace than she could dream to scoff at beside her now sling donning self thanks to another thankfully face bruise free incident one of Dain’s men unintentionally set off. “I believe we have yet to discuss terms of my debt to you.”

Up at him with brilliantly clear eyes she peered at him for another stunning glimpse of the face he’d sooner ache to coat with kisses and murmured sentiments of adoration than ever bring a single speck of a bruise to. “I want one of those head things,” that had his brow tick upwards to the circle of her good hand drawing a sloppy loop around her head. “Like Arwen and Elrond wear,” that gained a nod from him and she added peering back at the hall making his heart sink lower to her words than it ever had when he’d unfortunately caused her harm. “Everyone else has a title, some relation to the King and they all have some fancy bits and bobs they bring up to be wearing at the coronation. I get to go, but family sits with family and, I’m not family.” Up at him she looked after patting her bunched sleeve to her cheek forcing a grin onto her pinkened face, with eyes still glimmering with hint of tears in them. “If you have to you could say I cried and made you feel bad.”

“That is a poor repayment.” An answer that had her look away mid nod in the rejection riddled tone to the answer she assumed to be given so she would not actually become a sobbing mess and actually stir up some real trouble for the Elf King. An uncommon gesture of comfort of a hand on her shoulder blade halted a swivel of her head to search for a quick escape linked to ample hiding places until she would calm down. “The adornment is customary for such an event, consider it granted however many styles you deem to ask for.” Sloppily she sniffled and raised her hand and bunched up sleeve again to hover in front of the lower half of her face and cheeks as best as she could. “For now consider a much more proper form of repayment and do excuse me. On the subject of your seating arrangement, I have to speak to Lord Celeborn on terms of adopting you into his kin.”

“What?!” She squeaked out, turning to find he was gone somehow and was bent on greatly improving the station upon which would grant him a much closer distance to your seat than he could imagine possible at the moment for a Western wilds familiar Ranger.

#Thranduil x reader #Thranduil x oc #Thranduil x female ranger #flying buckets #accidental meeting #lotr #the hobbit #Thranduil #Glorfindel #Celeborn #Elrond #Thorin’s company

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justpostsyeet · 4 months

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Glorfindel : I want a baby!

Lindir : Oh no! Its that time of the month again. Hide Mîr.

Mîr enters the room. Lindir throws her over the shoulder and runs with Glorfindel running after.

Mîr : I knew elves got baby fever but never knew it was this bad.

Lindir : At least I'm better at handling such things.

Mîr : Shut up and run faster you soon to be rabbit in heat.

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ruiniel · 2 months

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Hello!

I hope your feeling better, I myself have been feeling like crap lately so you have my sympathies.

I saw your post on glorfindel and was wondering if you'd be happy with more tolkien requests, though I definitely love your castlevania works!

That being said, may I request a glorfindel and a human lady reader?

Thank you for sending! And yes, welcoming Tolkien requests.

I redid an older Glorfindel scene for this... wanted to 'revive' it instead of letting it sit in my drafts. Might follow up with something NSFW, not sure?

General note: also working on the older asks, it's taking forever

Lairë

Pairing: Glorfindel x human fem!reader

Count: 0.5k

Rating: T

Forlond, Lindon, late Second Age

“Laurefindil, Laurefindil!”

He turns from his musing at the sound of his name, his eyes torn from the swaying waves. The day has given way to dusk, and it’s been one of clear skies and mild winds. He breathes the salty breeze, his chest filling with the rush and flow come from the sea depths.

You’re breathless when you reach his side, taking him by the arm. “Look, look a whale! Do you see it? Look there, to the East!”

Glorfindel watches you for a moment, smiling at the sight of your sparkling eyes. He follows your pointing finger. Indeed he sees the tip of a tail splashing silver foam away in the far distance, just where the Gulf of Lune flows into the sea. “I do see it… well done,” he glances back at you.

Your hair is loose, your dress wet, the sheer material clinging to your thighs and legs after a spree in the shallow waters kissing the shore. Glorfindel himself is unshod, his plain grey tunic reaching his knees, his trousers rolled up to his calves.

“Well done indeed, and I win, my lord,” you tease, a finger pointing at his chest. “And you know the wager. Tonight, you dance.” His frown makes you chuckle.

“I most certainly will not.”

You cross your arms. “That was the wager. You took it. I said that I saw them, and you asked me to prove it. I did. Or does Lord Laurefindil only keep his word when it suits?” For a long time, you’d taken to calling him by his Quenya name, knowing it gladdens him to hear it. “No, you promised. Imagine the look on their faces!”

The Elf shakes his head. “You’re being childish.”

Whatever else he may have uttered, it is lost with the way you barrel into him, and even Glorfindel loses his balance with the swiftness of your movements. The sand is warm beneath him, but it’s also in his mouth and ears. Your face hovers into view, framed by salty locks, eyes now twinkling mirthfully above him. “Rise and let me up, or you go unaccompanied to your dancing tonight.” He tries to sound demanding, but somehow, in the short years he’s known you, you’d come to see through most of his devices.

A half-smile graces your lips, your arms propped on his shoulders. “Make me.”

He could never stay upset with you for long, pretend or not. His hands slip along your thighs, up your hips, settling there. He closes his eyes at the warmth of your mouth, trailing along his chin, to his lips. His grip tightens on your hips.

And then he’s fast on his feet, even with you struggling and laughing in his arms.

“Put me down, you cannot! Put me down! Laurefindil! You will regret this!”

Still smiling he carries you, futile resistance and all, to the shore. Glorfindel advances into the lazy waves, painted gold and green in the sunset. “No,” he takes your chin between his fingers. “You will.” And he drops you.

You gasp when cold water douses your sun-warmed skin, thrashing to be free of him. Anyone passing would stand perplexed at the sight of a famed Balrog slayer jestingly dunking the head of a young maiden beneath the sea while she grapples and tugs at his clothing like a writhing handmaiden of Uinen. Your laughter glitters along the shore, lost in the faraway winds.

#glorfindel x reader #glorfindel x you #ruiniel:fanfiction #middle earth x reader #glorfindel x oc #silmarillion x reader #middle earth imagine #lotr x reader

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aeonianarchives · 1 year

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Wrong Lindor

Summery: Temporary Oc Due to a convo with Tara and to quote Tara, Imagine Reader from our world who loves lindor chocolate - they here lindor is coming and THEY ARE LIKE YES I AM GOING TO EAT IT ALL UP. everyone:😳😳😳

That is what I am going to do yes i am going to do it.

Pairing: Lindor (Oc) x Reader (I am sorry i couldn't resist)

Lindir don't know quite what to think

Warning: Somewhat Sexual References

A/n: my brain went BRRRRRRRR while writing this so got side tracked a bit.

Taglist and the mastermind behind me writing this: @eunoiaastralwings

This whole Lindor thing came from Tara's Anon Here (Read if you wish Tara's writings are amazing i highly recommend them)

"Lindor will be returning to Imladris soon" Elrond said

"Lindor aw yes i am going to eat it all up" you said common sense not coming to you, you didn't even think Middle earth even had Chocolate so why would they have Lindor, it would be to good to be true but one can wish

You looked between the elven lords and Lindir who were stood and sat around the table Gandalf had brought you to Imladris not long after finding you there you had stayed and you didn't know middle earth also had your favorite choclate you were not even aware they had coco beans and yet here it was Lindor was coming.

"Did you just say you would eat all of Lindor up" Glorfindel said raising his eyebrow you glanced to Lindir who was flustered red and was looking really nervous.

"Whats wrong with eating Lindor they are tasty it is my favorite" You said making Elladan spit out his drink

"Y/n dear I love you as a friend but don't even say you will eat Lindor" Elladan said

"What why Lindor is the nicest and sweet best thing ever to be created" You said drooling at the mouth remembering the taste of the chocolate

"I think we are talking about very diffrent thing Lindor is not nice or sweet nor is he the best" Erestor said

"so you don't have Lindor in your world" you said your smile dropping and disappointment retching your voice as if your heart had been broken into millions of peices

"i believe our Lindor and your Lindor are very different people" Elrond said

"People? Lindor is a brand of chocolate" you said

"Chocolate" Lindir questioned

"Oh songbird your sweet tooth would love it i wish i didn't run out the day before i got transported here I would of given you some i absolutely adore Lindor it's my favorite it is so deep and smooth yet the richness of it doesn't overwhelm your taste" You said

"Please do not talk about Lindor like that I can't get him out of my head that's terrifying Lindor being soft to anyone other than Lindir, i will be scared for that day" Elladan said as he shivered and curled up in his chair

"That is somewhat terrifying" Glorfindel said the days from that meeting soon turned into weeks and you got closer with Elronds right hand man

"So this Lindor which you were saying would return who is he if he's not chocolate i can eat" You said

"Please stop saying you would eat my brother because given the opportunity you properly would" Lindir muttered the last bit still flustered to have your head in his lap

"Oh what is this my dear baby brother with a lover" Came a voice you froze slightly if you could explain a chocolate would have a voice it would be that especially caramel chocolate mixed with maybe pecan, his voice was deep but soft and very smooth a man stood looking down over Lindir his hair reached just before it hit you, he was much taller than Lindir and he had a warm caramel skin colour while Lindirs hair reminded you of cinnamon his hair reminded you of cappuccino oh how you missed your coffee and your chocolate.

"I see what you mean lindir i would eat him he is like a mocha kitkat" you muttered

"A mocha what now also do not eat me, take me out for a drink at least first you rude human" Lindor said

"They said they would eat you all up before Mellon nin" Elladan said approaching

"Oh is that so i am flattered but why don't we get to know eachother if M'lady so wished to" Lindor said

"Your not what your made out to be mr chocolate" Lindir raised his eyebrow at the nickname

"Oh" Lindor said Lindir had noticed how he brother stole you from him it wasn't a bad thing in fact it pushed him and Glorfindel closer given as both their 'best friends' ignored them now for eachother

"Do you think we got replaced Songbird" Glorfindel said as he saw Lindor laughed the man never laughed so how could you make him laugh

"I wonder if you taste like chocolate or just sound and look like chocolate" you said moving a strand of Lindor's hair behind his ear

"Would you like to find out" Lindor said making you flustered he was much more confident that Lindir which threw you off how could someone like him be related to the soft adorable lovable lindir who get flustered when he even brushes a hand with someone.

"Did you just tell me to suck your dick" you questioned

"My my human you certainly have a dirty mind what made you think i was even thinking about that, if you want to be that blunt about marrying me I suppose if you wanted it enough you could but we would miss a couple of steps I was suggesting we start courting and you could kiss me" Lindor said

"Thats one way to ask me out you don't even know if i like you" You said

"I am not as oblivious as my brother I can see the look you give me and you suggest rather romantic things either you know nothing of elvish customs or you do and are pretending to not know them you touched my hair either you don't know the hair is intimate to elves or you are ignoring it and pretending not to know" Lindor siad

"I am so sorry i must it slipped my mind I wasn't paying attention I am sorry it won't happened again" you said

"I liked it though" Lindor said

"I- you really want me to date you okay then i will" you said

"Do not say yes just for my benefit i want your heart not your pity" Lindor said

"I am not giving you my pity i- i did not know if you really wished for me or not your an elf i am a human your immortal i certainly am not" you said

"Elves have been known to date humans most of the time they give up their immortality to be with them" Lindor said you gave him a deadpanned look

"Don't go throwing away your immortality because of me if you do i will personally murder you Lindor like i murder the rest of my Lindor back home" You said

"Don't you eat chocolate so you would eat me" Lindor said making you blush

"Why are you like this" You questioned.

"Gi Melin Meleth nin I can be your Lindor if you like and you can eat me any day" Lindor said resting his head on your shoulder with a smile

"Gi What now, I do not speak pointy eared hobgoblin" you said

"How dare you call me a hobgoblin they are very ugly" Lindor said

"To elvish standards you are not far off" you said making Lindor give you an offened look

"I didn't mean it, it was a joke" you said wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to cover his cheek in kisses

"if you say so hummingbird" Lindor said you paused

"Why Hummingbird" you said

"Why not your small and remind me of one" Lindor said with one of his arms which was around your waist stroking your cheek with his hand now

"Lindirs a hummingbird" you huffed

"He already has the nickname songbird way before you fell into middle earth no way you are changing that one" Lindor said

Elvish Translation:

Gi Melin, Meleth Nin - I love you My Love.

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sotwk · 3 months

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

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Hiiii Quickie! @quickslvxrr

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

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

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

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

SotWK AU Fancast List (a work in progress)

The Royal Family of the Woodland Realm

Elvenking Thranduil - Lee Pace

Elvenqueen Maereth - Jennifer Connelly

Crown Prince Mirion - Henry Cavill

Prince Turhir - Sam Heughan

Prince Arvellas - Rupert Friend

Prince Gelir - Sam Claflin

Prince Legolas - Orlando Bloom

Crown Princess Itarildë - Teresa Palmer

(later Crown) Prince Aranion - Bradley James

Princess Anariel- Gabriella Wilde

Elvenking Oropher - Jason Isaacs

Greenwood Elves

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

Olondir (cousin of the Thranduilions) - Jake Gyllenhaal

Rivendell Elves

Elrond - Hugo Weaving

Celebrían - Connie Nielsen

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

Elladan - Richard Madden

Elrohir - Sebastian Stan

Silmarillion / First Age Ancestors

Glorfindel - ???? -still searching!-

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

Maglor/Kanafinwë - Ben Barnes

Velcálë (oc wife of Maglor) - Zendaya Coleman

Círdan the Shipwright - Iain Glen

Eäriel (oc wife of Círdan) - Olivia Hussey

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

Laurinwen (oc mother of Maereth) - Lily Collins

Dwarves / Line of Durin

Durin III, King of Khazad-dûm- Hugh Jackman

Frerin, son of Thrain - Gerard Butler

Gondorians

Aerdis (oc love interest of Boromir) - Freida Pinto

Anarlas (brother of Aerdis) - Oscar Isaac

Imrahil, Prince of Dol Amroth - Eric Bana

Ivriniel - Isabella Rossellini

Finduilas - Monica Bellucci

Erchirion - Adam Driver

Lothíriel - Gal Gadot

Rohirrim

Théodred - Charlie Hunnam

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

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

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

Haradrim

to be revealed OC - Pedro Pascal

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

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

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

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