#glorfindel x ofc

[elithilanor]

Just read your Haldir/Glorfindel HC and it gave me the idea to ask if you would write them in a threesome with fem reader? Maybe she’s courting one of them and while she’s working they watch her and the conversation ends up getting spicy and they decide to share her or something

Hi, anon!! Thank you for the ask and apologies for the delay! such a fun one too🥰

Hysterically enough, I remember writing about some Haldir and Glorfindel but can’t find it (if anyone can find it please tag me in my own work lol) but yes! This is actually something I’ve had rolling around in my mind for a long time! I very much stan a Glorfindel x OC x Haldir situation especially in which Glorfindel and Haldir are coming home after a battle.

I’ll post something in the next several days and reblog this post with it attached so it’s easy to find but I wanted to say I did see this ask and thank you for it!

#Haldir #Glorfindel #Haldir x Glorfindel #Haldir x Glorfindel x ofc #Elithilanor ask

[cilil]

AO3 recommendations overview

A good chunk of the recommendations I received - thanks again to all those who sent me something! - were from AO3 and I couldn't always find a corresponding Tumblr post to reblog so I decided to make a list for convenience (an attempt at sorting has also been made). Please go show some love, enjoy and happy holidays/happy new year!

₊˚⊹ Ainur

♡ Back In Evernow by @the-red-butterfly (Melkor & Manwë, Gen)

♡ Feathers and Friends by @elennalore (Manwë & Ulmo & Maglor, Gen)

♡ Whenever our paths cross by @thedaughterofshadows (Tilion, Arien & Ilmarë, Gen)

♡ Go Get Him by @glorf1ndel (Eönwë x Arafinwë, T, WoW)

♡ To be Made of Fire by @hirazuki (Mairon & Arien, Gen)

♡ Worth While by @hirazuki (Mairon & Eönwë, T, WoW)

♡ Redeeming graces cast aside by @mirkwood-hr-department (Melkor & Nienna, T, canon divergence)

♡ No Sooner Looked by @verecunda (Melkor x Mairon, Eönwë, T)

♡ When Your Walls Fall by @curufiin (Melkor x Mairon, T, canon divergence)

₊˚⊹ Elves

♡ So do our Minutes Hasten to their End by @maglor-my-beloved (Caranthir x Haleth, Erestor, T)

♡ Anywhere With you by @last-capy-hupping (Maedhros x Fingon, past Melkor x Maedhros, E, modern AU, heed warnings)

♡ What Happens at Camp Eglarest, Stays at Camp Eglarest by @polutrope (Daeron x Maglor, T, modern AU)

♡ of a harsh and caustic nature (the root of hope) by @oopsbirdficced (Caranthir x Finrod, T, soulmate AU)

♡ A Compass Pointing North by @elentarial (Celegorm x multiple, E, modern AU (cam work))

♡ Pour Out A Drink For Me by @nothinghereisworking (Caranthir x Haleth, T)

♡ Star Anise by @maglor-my-beloved (Fëanor & Nerdanel & their children, Gen)

♡ Bureaucratic outcomes & oversights by @sortumavaara (Glorfindel x Erestor, M)

♡ Snow white and the hunts(wo)men by @goschatewabn (Celegorm x Oromë, M, ABO)

♡ Laws and Customers by @z-h-i-e (Glorfindel x Erestor, little Arwen, Gen)

♡ glade-song by @welcomingdisaster (Galadriel x Melian, M)

♡ Slow Flights by @searchingforserendipity25 (Maedhros & Irmo, Gen, coming back to life)

♡ The Seven Trials of Fingon the Valiant by @melestasflight and @polutrope (Fingon, various pairings, T)

♡ My Bones Divide and Shake by @sallysavestheday (Celegorm & Oromë, Gen)

♡ Nothing gold can stay by @mirkwood-hr-department (Thranduil x Glorfindel, E, long fic)

♡ Something in the Darkness by @hirazuki (Eöl x Aredhel, M)

₊˚⊹ Dwarves & Hobbits

♡ You Should Be Safe With Me by @fantasyinallforms (Bilbo x Thorin, E, canon divergent verse)

♡ And I’ll say I love you, and I’ll say that I do by @the-girl-with-the-algebra-book (Bilbo x Thorin, Gen, modern AU)

♡ Flowers that Never Die by @frosticenow (Bilbo x Thorin, T, pre-canon)

♡ Fuck Thy Neighbor by @lordoftherazzles (Bilbo x Thorin, E, modern AU, accidental marriage)

₊˚⊹ For Orc lovers

♡ Scars of Silver and Gold by @niennawept (Adar x OFC, E, ROP verse)

₊˚⊹ Old/older favorites that helped me through difficult times back in the day:

♡ Catechesis by @lvsifer (Melkor x Mairon, E, pope AU my beloved)

♡ the path of ecstasy by @bodhvild (Melkor x Mairon, E, heed warnings)

♡ In Utumno's Deeps by @foxindarkness (Melkor x Mairon, E, heed warnings)

♡ distractions by @tarmairons (Melkor x Mairon, baby dragons, unrated)

♡ Just This Once by @crackinthecup (Melkor x Mairon, E)

♡ ... and I burn for you by @echoesoftheforest (Melkor x Mairon, E)

♡ Desire by @dragonofmordor (Melkor x Mairon, E)

♡ Sacrament by @mayakoroz (Melkor x Mairon, E)

I was a lurker back then and too shy to comment or make myself known, but I saved links to my favorite works and never forgot about them. Better late than never.

₊˚⊹ Gifts for yours truly

♡ His Malicious Majesty by @i-did-not-mean-to (Mairon, various pairings, M)

♡ Where there's smoke, there's a fire by @i-did-not-mean-to (Melkor x Mairon x Gothmog, E, modern AU)

♡ Dog eat dog or something like that by @i-did-not-mean-to (Melkor x Mairon, puppy, gen)

♡ Aber bitte mit Sahne... by @i-did-not-mean-to (Melkor x Mairon, Gothmog x Eönwë, E, coffeeshop AU)

♡ Can't you see that I'm bound in chains? by @i-did-not-mean-to (Melkor x Mairon, Gothmog x Eönwë, E, mafia AU)

♡ Reaching for the stars by @i-did-not-mean-to (Manwë x Varda x Yavanna, T)

♡ The adventures of Crablor by @goschatewabn (Crablor x Faramir, E, heed warnings)

♡ Broken traps by @ruiniel (Andreth & a wolf, T)

₊˚⊹ Art collections (is this cheating? No idea - but this is my event and I loved these so let's put them in as a bonus)

♡ Kinktober by @sortumavaara (various, E)

♡ Kinktober by @elanna-elrondiel (various, E)

#cílil's fantastic ficmas #fic recs #cílil's fantastic ficmas recommendations #ao3 overview

[dancerinthestorm]

Fic Recs: "Didn't see that one coming" edition...

I've been wanting to start collecting my all time favorite stories in ages but never knew where to start, there are just too many talented souls out there. A lazy day of re-reading favorites makes me want to finally give it a try though.

Featuring today: stories that defy my usual hunting patterns but still became all time favourites against all odds. Stories leaving me utterly gobsmacked thinking "That was so, soo awsome... but how on earth did I end up in this fandom / character / trope tag of all places?".

@messy-insomniac-bookgirl Let's be honest: this writer is the spirit animal of this specific selection. Never heard of the fandom? Dislike the protagonist with a passion? Doesn't matter: she writes it, I devour and love it. The reason? Dense and hugely rewarding story-telling, perfect pacing, side characters you want to adopt on the spot, delicious slow burns with sooo much yearning. And, most importantly, the awesome female OCs. I am in love with each and every one of them, regardless who they share a screen with. It's almost impossible to select just one story for this list but let's go for "Keep Calm and Buckle Up" (AO3) for suddenly making me feel things when Steve Rogers entered the stage in "Infinity War". Steve Rogers x OFC, James "Bucky" Barnes x OFC, Steve x Bucky x OFC. Action, slow burn, emotional roller coaster rides. Rated E.

@batsingotham "Written in the stars" (AO3) I don't do Soul Mate AUs. I don't do Robert Pattinson characters. For me the best things about "The Batman" were Andy Serkis' Alfred and 3 hours of Niravana in a loop. But the undisputed goddess queen of slow burn domestic fluff overruled all of that. Bruce Wayne/Reader. Soulmate AU. Dorks in love. Bruce needs a hug and Alfred has the patience of a saint. Rated M.

"Sweet Conversations" by @glassgulls Lord of the Rings has been living in my head rent free ever since I was a teenager but I simply don't do Elves. Period. Yes, Glorfindel is very cool and Lee Pace's Thranduil is an absolute vision (the costumes, the voice and the make up, mind you, don't get me started on any other aspect of the Hobbit movies though...) but otherwise? Thanks but no thanks. Nevertheless: the award for best fictional kiss I’ve come across in ages goes to this gem. Amazing scene setting and character work for something so short. Leaves you weak-kneed and high as a kite on serotonin for the rest of the day. Haldir/Reader. One-shot. Rated M.

„Ownership of Mine“ by @amywritesthings . Okay, lets be honest, peeps: Prison settings for a romance story? Seriously? Who in their right mind would be able to think about romance and seduction when all of your freedom is taken away, you are crammed into a small and dark space with people of questionable character and put under constant surveilance. Well… apparently I can… with this story. Even if that tag is a big red NO GO sign for me otherwise. Amazingly dense story telling and atmosphere building in just 3 short chapters. Kino Loy/Reader. Rated E.

„Directions“ by @zinzinina . Probably a sure sign that I am getting too old for all of this but tags about age gaps, first love or first times usually make me run for the hills. Add a character like Poe Dameron (I mean: come on! Howww…?!) to the mix and there is not enough willing suspension of disbelieve in the world to get me immersed in the plot. Or so I thought. Unwisely. Until this beauty came along. Poe Dameron/Reader. Rated E.

#fic recs #stories to cherish and re-read for all eternity #fan fiction #steve rogers x ofc #james bucky barnes x ofc #steve rogers x james bucky barnes x ofc #haldir x reader #haldir survives lotr goddamit! #bruce wayne x reader #battinson x reader #kino loy x reader #poe dameron x reader #dancerinthestorm reads

[sotwk]

hi, was just wondering whether Imrahil will appear in your Boromir/oc fic? He's one of my faves and I love when he turns up in fics

Hi Anon! Thank you for this question! <3

Short answer: YES! The wonderful Prince Imrahil will play a supporting role in my Boromir x OFC fic, which takes place in the decade before the War of the Ring (3008-3019). It will therefore explore aspects of Boromir's early career as Captain-General, which includes his activities in Dol Amroth and relationships with his mother's side of the family.

A more significant role will be played by Boromir's aunt, Lady Ivriniel, but the gentle, reasonable, Imrahil will serve as sort of a foil to both her and Denethor as they pressure Boromir to fulfill certain obligations according to their preferences.

More detailed answer: I love the noble character of Imrahil as well! I think excluding him from the movies was just as grave as excluding Glorfindel. However, writing him and the Dol Amroth clan into my AU stories makes me a bit anxious. My Boromir and Éomer fics are interconnected, and well... I'm deviating from canon to match Éomer with an OFC rather than Lothíriel. I'm yet not even sure how I'm handling that part.

I haven't made a final decision yet whether to actually have Éomer marry someone other than Lothíriel, but I don't usually defy canon pairings, so potentially cutting that in-law tie between Imrahil and Éomer is giving me (figurative) stress ulcers. I dunno, I guess the "where will this go??" is supposed to be part of the fun?? XD

Anyway, thank you so much for asking and I appreciate you waiting for me to get that Boromir fic moving!

#sotwk answers #anon asks #i have the best anons #boromir #boromir x oc #eomer #eomer x oc #boromir fanfiction #eomer fanfiction #imrahil #dol amroth #lotr #tolkien #sotwk fanfiction #sotwk headcanon

[ruiniel]

You've written some of my favorite Alucard fics and now I find you over here writing for Glorfindel??? I am truly winning today 💛

Hi there, thank you, love it when someone enjoys both of these universes! And Glorfindel is important to me. Haven't received many Tolkien/Silm requests on here in the past, but now I have some & working them. Here's two more feat. Glorfindel:

Headcanons

In bloom 🔞

And not sure if you read canon x oc or canon x canon, but I have other Glorfindel stories... listing in case someone's interested

This is my first ever Glorfindel fanfiction, doesn't take itself too seriously... Modern AU, Glorfindel falls into Earth. Then Middle-earth. Then Earth again. (Glorfindel x OFC)

A young Glorfindel during the Helcaraxë (Glorfindel x OFC)

Glorfindel x Arwen 🔞

Maeglin has a Huge crush (Glorfindel x Maeglin)

#ruiniel:fanfiction

[galadrielspeaks]

ooh for the askgame, arwen and also legolas =)

OOOO Arwen!!! :D

Sexuality Headcanon: She may be married to the most heterosexual man in the world but i am a firm believer that Arwen has kissed a girl before! I think she’s bisexual :)

Gender Headcanon: I think she’s firmly comfortable in labelling herself as a woman!

A ship I have with said character: Ofc her and Aragorn <3

A BROTP I have with said character: HER AND BILBO. I REALLY believe that her and bilbo got along very very well while he stayed there and that she considers him a good friend :) Arwen and Bilbo supremacy!!!!!

A NOTP I have with said character: I think I’ve seen her and Glorfindel being shipped before?? that was a bit strange but i cant think of anything else so yeah that ship probably

A random headcanon: I headcanon she gets migranes! Just makes sense to me :) Although elves don’t really suffer human conditions her human side gets the better of her in this regard!

General Opinion over said character: I love her a lot, I definitely wish there was more content of her Not as Aragorn’s wife if that makes any sense. Like I wish her identity outside of loving Aragorn was explored more!

LEGOLAS!!!!! 🤍⭐️🌿🏹🧚🌿⭐️🤍

Sexuality Headcanon: Gay. But a victim of comp-het! Just like Gimli I think it took Legolas a while to figure out the reason he wasn’t interested in anybody around him was because he hadn’t met the right dwarf yet :) Basically what I mean is that him discovering his feelings towards Gimli definitely led to him having a sexuality crisis.

Gender Headcanon: Once again I think elves are outside the gender binary but Legolas fully embraces this. I think he’s non-binary. Like he’s okay with the role as Prince and such but I headcanon that in formal attire and things of that sort it is almost impossible to tell what gender he is. Legolas doesn’t care what gender people see him as and doesn’t bother defining himself by anything either :)

A ship I have with said character: OBV GIMLI. him and Gimli are the blueprint ‘enemies’ to friends to lovers. nobody does it like they do it 🔥

A BROTP I have with said character: Obviously Gimli!!! I do believe they are best friends. But besides that of course him and Aragorn, I think besides Gimli Aragorn is the closest thing to a best friend he has! Also this is totally a headcanon but I think after the war of the ring he and Frodo got along pretty well in a very sort of casual sense. Also him and Arwen are casual friends as well :) espc after the war of the ring!

A NOTP I have with said character: As we all know from that one post of mine: LEGOLAS X ARAGORN. i am so sorry i know it’s a really popular ship but listen okay we are all much older now, we know better. the elf is fucking the dwarf. aragorn is the straightest man this world has ever seen.

A random headcanon: Oh god I have SO MANY… I headcanon that despite refusing to be a tragic character Legolas is a little bit of a sadder person. If this makes ANY SENSE FKFJJS. Like he’s totally that one friend who is super positive and funny and lightens up everybody’s mood but when you find out their backstory you’re like DAMN. HOW ARE YOU HAPPY?! Also I headcanon that the reason Legolas is so silly is because he is a raised by a village sort of child! His community helped raise him :D and they definitely supported and encouraged his more silly antics! Especially after his mothers death, I could go on for a while about this but I’ll stop here FKFJDJ there’s soooo much I could say about that.

General Opinion over said character: I LOVE LEGOLAS. Love him, I really do. As someone who will crack a joke no matter what situation i’m in, his silliness enduring in the face of evil is so relatable!!!

#THANK YOU FOR ASKING THESE TWO they are some of my favourite characters :D #hope you’re having a wonderful day by the way! <3 #also sorry for the late reply! #ask game #matrose #ask #legolas #arwen

[i-drink-and-i-write-fics]

Middle Earth Mischief

Middle Earth Mischief Series: Lord Elrond x Nix (OFC), Glorfindel x Brenior (OMC), Thranduil x Brenior (OMC) (Stories by me and The Merriweather Mage)

Work Summary: What happens when two long-distance friends find themselves in a completely different universe? They make the most of their new home.

Confession -  Elrond PoV x Reader (Written by Bren):

The Lord of Imladris has a confession to make…

Reflection - Brenior PoV x Thranduil (Written by Bren):

A self-reflection while lying with Thranduil.

From Visitors to Rulers - Nix PoV x Elrond (Written by Nix):

Nix worries about her friend and thinks about how her life has changed so drastically.

Under a Starless Sky - Thranduil x Bren (2nd person PoV) (Written by Bren):

Thranduil comforts Brenior when he needs him most.

The Lord of the Golden Flower - Bren x Glorfindel (Written by Nix):

Glorfindel knows how it feels when the darkness closes in. Being one who was lucky enough to return to Arda, he understands better than most. So when the darkness comes for the one he loves, he will do what he can to calm you until the dawn returns.

Dragons of The North - Elrond PoV x Nix (Written by Nix):

The new Lady of Imladris finds an unconventional familiar. Her husband, Lord Elrond, has some concerns.

Twas the Night Before….Turuhalme? - Elrond x Nix, Glorfindel x Brenior, Thranduil x Brenior (Co-written by Nix and Bren):

It’s their first holiday season in Middle Earth and Brenior and Phoenix see how differently their husbands celebrate this time of year.

#all my mutants in a queue #Thranduil #glorfindel #elrond #middle earth mischief #reblog

[bonjour-rainycity]

Double Heart | Chapter Twenty-Five ~ Cosima

|previous part|

Pairing: Haldir x OFC

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 4547

Warnings: None

A/n You lovely humans deserve a finished story. Sorry I’ve been absent for so long! It may be slow going, but I promise to keep posting. Happy reading :) 

**You can find this story on Ao3 under the same username and title*

The sun is unwelcome. It streams through the slats in the ceiling, prodding at my sensitive eyes. If not for the jarring light, I could have slept for ages.

I make myself turn over and glance at the bed to my left, knowing he’ll already be gone. True to his habits, it seems Haldir has risen with the sun, despite his lack of sleep.

With a groan, I push myself out of the warm blankets.

Sleeping in a bed felt wonderful.

I grab a change of clothes and some toiletries from my bag and exit the bedroom, squinting when I find the sunlight to be even more in abundance in the living room. I’m met with smiles from Haldir, Rumil, and Baranor, who seem chipper in a way I could never be in such a sleep deprived state. I do my best to smile back and hurry into the bathroom, needing some cold water to help wake me up.

Once I’m ready, I return the clothes I slept in to my bag and join the others in the living room.

Baranor pushes some fruit and some kind of meat my way, which I take gratefully. The three ellyn move so I can see what they gather around at the table — a large map of Arda. I watch with interest as I eat my breakfast, wondering what they are planning.

“If Sauron’s forces attacked here,” Haldir points to the location of the village on the map, “that means they traveled all this” he draws a line over its center, “without being noticed. We cannot allow that to occur again. Once the Lord and Lady approve, I can send word to Elrond’s forces and Thranduil’s with a proposed plan of coordination. Thranduil is closest to the threat, so his army, in theory, should be the most well-versed in handling Sauron’s forces. I will suggest that Glorfindel and I send troops from our armies to both learn from and reinforce Thranduil’s.”

It seems like a good plan to me, but Rumil shakes his head. “You know that will not happen. Thranduil’s pride—”

“—and Lady Galadriel’s displeasure towards him,” Baranor adds, wearing a similar grave expression as Rumil’s.

Haldir stops them both with a weighted sigh. “I know. It is a long shot. But it clearly makes the most strategic sense. I hope all will see that and put their personal feelings aside. The more of Sauron’s capabilities we can eliminate on Thranduil’s end, the less the rest of the world has to deal with.”

Rumil raises his eyes to Haldir’s. “And your secondary plan?”

“Fortify the borders, which we will do anyway.” Haldir points at a spot on the map. “I will also extend regular patrols to here. With convincing, Glorfindel could extend his to here,” he points at another spot, “leaving only the mountains unattended.”

Rumil lifts an eyebrow. “And the station, patrol, and training schedules?”

“Will be reworked,” Haldir responds, his tone hinting that he already has a plan for it.

I look at Haldir in surprise. Somehow, amidst all this traveling and time away from his home, I’d forgotten that he has other responsibilities — important responsibilities.

Responsibilities that will no doubt take him into danger.

The thought unnerves me, and I do my best to push it away. Now isn’t the time — we’re still not finished with our journey. I will have to ask him about that later.

Haldir pulls a rolled up map from his back pocket and spreads it on the table over the larger map of Arda. I lean around Baranor and he makes space to allow me to see more clearly — it’s an incredibly detailed map of Lothlórien. My eyes seek out Caras Galadhon and how far we have to go and, as if sensing my thoughts, Haldir taps a spot to the southeast of the main city.

“We are here,” he explains, nodding in my direction. “It is a four day ride to the center of the city, but it is imperative that it not take that long. We are letting the time slip from us too quickly already.”

A sinking feeling pools in my stomach as I realize what this means: we’ll be riding straight through again.

At least it won’t be as bad as last time, I reason with myself, even as my entire body groans at the thought.

“It will be faster if I travel alone.”

Rumil scoffs right as a noise of protest escapes my mouth. Baranor merely raises his eyebrows, looking between the three of us with mild interest.

“Why must you insist on always taking the hardest jobs for yourself,” Rumil groans, rolling his eyes.

“It’s not safe,” I add, stomach churning at the thought of him once again running off on his own. I know his intentions are good — he only wants to protect the people he loves — but it worries me to realize that when there is the potential for danger, his first instinct is to handle it alone.

“The borders are well-guarded,” he reasons. “I have no reason to think my safety will be compromised. I know this land better than I know anything else, as does Faervel. It is imperative that I speak with Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn as soon as possible so we can begin a plan against Sauron. I do not mean to be cold, but taking anyone with me would slow me down.”

I huff, pursing my lips so I don’t say anything else. He’s right. And, to be quite honest, I have no desire to ride without stopping again. But it feels wrong to come all this way just to be separated from him at the border.

I raise my eyes to his and watch his expression carefully. He holds my gaze. “And you will be in Caras Galadhon when we arrive?”

“If it is my choice, yes.”

I fight the urge to sigh. Considering he’s beholden to the Lord and Lady, I suppose this is the best I’m going to get.

I turn to Rumil, assuming that, in Haldir’s absence, he’ll be calling the shots. “How soon can we follow?”

“Today, if you wanted. Though,” he smiles tentatively at me, “someone has to wake Alex first.”

I nod, mentally preparing myself for that task. Alex is notoriously grumpy upon first waking. Before I can comment, Haldir begins rolling up the maps — evidently, his departure is imminent.

I sigh, following him into the bedroom when he goes to retrieve his bags.

He turns to me before I can speak. “I’m sorry. I had hoped we would enter the city together.”

My smile softens a bit with sadness and I step closer to him. “Me too, but I understand, really. Besides, we’ll only be a day or two behind — once there’s a plan for dealing with Sauron, you can give me a tour of the town.”

At this he grins, nodding slowly. “There are a few spots I would like to introduce to you.” Then, his expression sobers, and he wraps an arm around my back, pulling me to him. “The forest is relatively safe and I trust my wardens to guard the borders well, but still, please stay close to Rumil and keep this with you at all times.” He pulls a sheathed knife from his belt and tucks it into my boot. The weapon presses against my ankle bone uncomfortably, but I don’t have a belt like he does, and it won’t do me any good stuffed in my bag, so I suppose it’s the best place for the knife for the time being.

I nod, tightening my arms around him in a hug. “I will.”

With a finger under my chin, he tilts my head up and kisses me. Before we can get too lost in it, I pull back. The sooner we all get on the road, the sooner we can be settled in Caras Galadhon, and then hopefully, the two of us can have some actual time to ourselves.

I follow him into the living room where Rumil and Baranor wait, having thoughtfully put together a bundle of food that I assume Haldir won’t take the time to stop and eat.

Haldir thanks them as he swings his bags over his shoulder and grabs his bow and quiver from their place by the door. He turns to his brother. “Prioritize security over speed.”

“Of course,” Rumil agrees with a deferential nod. “We shall meet you in the city.”

Haldir says goodbye to his brother, then to Baranor, and with a final kiss on my cheek, he’s gone.

It all happened so quickly.

Part of me wants to rush to the door or a window and watch him summon Faervel and leave, but a bigger part of me knows I won’t do a good job of handling the reminder of how high up I am.

The three of us stand in silence for a moment as we ponder our next move. Though I am still tired and would appreciate another night of rest in this border station, I would rather leave as soon as possible so we can join Haldir in Caras Galadhon. We have never been physically far from each other — ever. This reality is new, and I already don’t like it.

Finally, I can take the inaction no longer. I stride in the direction of the other bedroom. “I’ll wake Alex, then we can make our plan to leave.”

{***}

Two hours later, we are fed, packed, and ready to go. It is midday, though, with autumn coming, Baranor advises wearing our cloaks. I throw mine over my shoulders, securing it with the lovely Lórien leaf.

At the door, I pause. Getting up here was bad enough — I hadn’t considered getting down.

Rumil and I watch as Alex climbs onto Baranor’s back and allows himself to be carried to the forest floor hundreds of feet below.

I take an involuntary step back.

Rumil sighs and turns to me with a pleading look. “I’m not going to drop you.”

“You might not plan on dropping me, but who’s to say what could happen,” I counter, taking another step back.

He places his hands on his hips in an exasperated sort of way that very much reminds me of something a younger sibling would do. “You want to get to the city, right?”

I consider this, and nod.

“Right, well the only way to do that is to get out of this tree. And you know, you’re going to be living in trees, probably for the rest of your life. So…this is a good time to start facing your fears.”

His last point hits home — Haldir had said something similar last night.

I take a deep breath, trying to psych myself up.

Rumil extends his hand.

I force myself to stride forward and take it.

He smiles and walks with me to the door, opening it with his free hand.

“Here, look.” He nudges my shoulder and gently pushes my upper body out the open door, still holding on to me with his other hand.

Gulping, I look at the ground far below, and try not to faint.

“Good, now put your foot there.” He points to a branch just outside the doorway.

I turn to him, eyes wide with alarm. “I thought you were going to carry me down.”

He grins, shaking his head once and nudging my side, trying to make space so he can close the door behind us. “Nope, we’re going to climb. Come on,” he prompts when my feet remain immobile. “You’re not going to fall.”

On shaking legs, I take the necessary steps forward, mostly because Rumil’s strength doesn’t allow me the choice.

He makes a noise of encouragement once we stand side by side on the branch. “See? Hardest part is over with. Now place your hands here.” Reaching around me, he guides my hands to grip tightly around a branch that hugs the main trunk. When Rumil slips his hand from mine and drops to a branch a few feet below us, I nearly have a heart attack.

“You didn’t say you were going to let go of me,” I shout, voice shrill with fright.

He tries to keep his expression one of assured encouragement, but laughter punctuates his words. “One day, you’ll be doing this all by yourself, trust me. Now come on, sit on the branch and drop down to stand next to me.”

I shake my head, gripping my lifeline of a branch tighter.

He shrugs, unbothered. “We can stay here all day if you like. But I’m willing to bet that you would much rather have your feet on the ground and begin making our way to the city so you can see my brother again.”

Ugh. He’s got me there.

So, fighting the urge to close my eyes, I lower myself to sit on the branch, hands shaking when I have to release them momentarily. Rumil smiles brightly and extends his arms up to help me slide securely to stand on the branch at his side.

“Excellent,” he praises, pleased to have made progress. “Now we just repeat that until we reach the bottom.”

I beg myself not to look at the long way to the ground. With deep breaths, I repeat a well-known phrase: just put one foot in front of the other.

Or, in my case, one foot below the other.

Time seems to stretch into a terrifying eternity, but, mercifully, my feet eventually find the dirt. With gasping breaths, I crouch as low as possible and hug my knees to my chest.

Alex’s hands find my shoulders immediately, and he shoots Rumil an accusing look. “What did you do to her?”

Rumil shrugs, unaffected by Alex’s rudeness. “Helped her climb down the tree.”

“Forced, is more like it,” I grumble, still trying to take in a proper breath.

Rumil grins brightly. “Now that you know you’ve done it once, you can do it again!”

I’m not sure I agree with him, but I keep my mouth shut. We really do need to get going —  I want to cover as much ground as possible before nightfall. I stand on still shaking legs and am grateful to find Baranor approaching with his horse and Roch. I reach a hand out to brush against Roch’s nose, and he whinnies in greeting once he recognizes me. Rumil helps me up and I settle on a familiar spot on Roch’s back.

Once we’re all settled, we’re off.

{***}

The terrain of the woods requires us to travel slowly, and I see why Haldir chose to go alone. Even with just two horses, the tangle of roots, low hanging branches, moss, and vines make it difficult to walk a clear path and, oftentimes, Rumil has to pull Roch to a stop to allow Baranor and Alex to catch up. I’m glad Rumil seems to know where we are, because I’m hopelessly lost.

On our second day of traveling and the tenth time I’ve almost been thrown from Roch’s back when he leaps over a fallen tree, I grit my teeth and nudge Rumil’s shoulder. “Why is there no path? Isn’t this the only way into the city?”

He shakes his head, pulling on Roch’s reins to steady him. “There are many ways to and from the city, though, this is the most common and arguably the easiest.”

“So, why no path,” I prompt when he doesn’t answer the first of my questions.

Rumil shrugs a shoulder. “Elves have lived long enough to see the damage human cause to their environments — roads, tall buildings, extensive farmland.” His voice turns rueful and he gives me a teasingly reprimanding look. “Our physical capabilities allow us to find our way ourselves, so we see no reason to permanently harm the landscape.”

I purse my lips together and nod, teeth clacking together as Roch dips to follow the slope of a shallow ditch. “I bet it keeps the humans out.”

From my spot behind him, I can see Rumil’s cheek tug in a grin. “That, too.”

I consider for a moment. “Am I the first human you’ve met?”

He shakes his head. “Not by a long shot.” A pause. Then, “though, you are the first one I’ve befriended.”

His words and the hesitant fondness behind them start a warm feeling spreading through my chest.

I wrap my arms tighter around him, resting my chin against his shoulder blade. “You’re the first elf I befriended.”

He tilts his head as if thinking on this, then he relaxes, shoulders shaking with mild laughter. “I suppose you’re right — you certainly liked me more than Baranor or Haldir, at the beginning.”

A few paces behind us, Baranor huffs indignantly. “What did I do? Besides save your life.”

I turn over my shoulder to grin teasingly at him. “Yeah, you did that, sure. But you also forced me onto a horse despite my near-crippling fear of heights.”

He grumbles something testily, but the tips of his ears burn pink.

My grin widens.

And, though there’s an ache in my stomach that won’t subside until Haldir is with me again and Rumil and I aren’t yet fully on good terms, I enjoy these moments with my friends.

{***}

It takes us the full four days to reach the city.

My exhaustion and worry do little to dampen my awe.

It’s just as Haldir and Rumil said — the city is built into the trees. The fact should be daunting, but now, when I’m safely on Roch’s back, no more than a few feet off the ground, I can admire the beauty. We’ve arrived mid-day, and I cannot wait to see this city in the dark, for it is evident that is when the city will shine most, just like Elrond’s city was made to sparkle in the brilliant lights of sunrise and sunset. All around us, homes and larger buildings sit amongst the branches, with intricate rope and wooden bridges connecting it all.

Despite everything to take in, I’m distracted. I know he’s not here — if he was, he would have already made his presence known to me — but I can’t stop myself from craning my neck, looking behind every tree, building, and elf, trying to locate Haldir.

Baranor and Alex wave goodbye and take a path to the right. Rumil stops at the base of a huge tree with a wooden and stone house built into the branches about twenty feet off the ground. “This is where you’ll be staying for the time being. It’s low enough that, hopefully, it can provide a sort of transition until you’re ready to live higher up.”

There’s something unspoken in his words, but I guess easily enough — Haldir surely lives higher-up.

This house will be mine until I’m ready to live with him.

Taking a gulp of air, I dismount from Roch and set my feet climbing the winding staircase that takes me up to the front door of my new home.

I get to the door and realize Rumil hasn’t followed. Careful not to look at the ground, I give him a questioning look.

“I’ve got to take Roch to the stables and then join the meetings,” he explains, already gathering Roch’s reins once more. “Baranor or myself will come find you and Alex as soon as we are released from duties.”

But not Haldir.

I swallow down my disappointment and nod.

It’s probably unavoidable, how busy he is right now, but it still leaves me feeling a little sad. We lived in such a bubble in Imladris, but now…

Now life has to get serious.

What that means for us, I don’t know.

I turn the handle of my door and step over the threshold, breathing in the warm, heavy scent of freshly-baked bread.

Wait, freshly-baked—

“Hi!”

I jump, pressing my back to the doorframe as an elleth — relatively small for the elven — pops out of what I assume to be my kitchen.

“Oh, hi,” I say carefully, watching her. She doesn’t seem threatening, but what do I know? The slight weight of the knife in my boot and the knowledge that I have the skills to use it calms me slightly.

The elleth’s smile grows sheepish. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I probably should’ve been gone before you arrived, but the Marchwarden guessed that it would take you at least until tonight to get here and—”

“Wait,” I stop her, catching the familiar title in her words. “You’ve spoken to Haldir?”

“Oh, yes,” she nods, clasping her flour-covered hands in front of her. “He asked me to get your home ready for you so it wouldn’t be a trouble when you arrived. There is food ready in the kitchen, and ingredients to make more if you wish, the bathroom is stocked, your bed is…”

But her words fade from my mind as I catch on the details. Even in his busy, surely tired state, Haldir thought to make it so I wouldn’t walk into an empty house. So I could eat and sleep comfortably and feel a little more at home.

The thought warms my heart more than I can say.

“…and I decorated a bit, but of course you can change it if it’s not to your taste, but I just thought—” The elleth cut herself off with a sheepish laugh, looking down at me with startlingly clear hazel eyes. “I should probably introduce myself. I’m Mirime.”

I try to force a smile past my rapidly-moving thoughts. “I’m—”

“Cosima,” Mirime supplies, that sheepish smile making another appearance. “Everyone knows your name. You’ve caused quite the stir here in Lothlórien.”

I feel my chest constrict. “I have?”

“Of course,” Mirime nods as if this would be something to be expected. Perhaps she’s right. “The Marchwarden returning home with a human? It’s quite unusual.”

I purse my lips, wondering how much she knows about my background. Knowing Haldir’s tendency to keep a lot of things close to his chest, this elleth likely doesn’t know much about me — namely, that I’m from a different universe.

So I search for another, safer topic of conversation.

I take in her clothes.

She wears the pliable dark leathers that typically go under a warrior’s armor.

I quirk my head to the side. “You’re referring to Haldir as Marchwarden — are you one of the wardens here?”

A faint splash of color creeps up her neck. “No,” she half-mumbles. “At least, not yet. Everyone says I’m too young to join, but I’m going to keep trying!”

At this, I can’t hold back my smile. She’s so eager, so warm, so determined. A part of me already worries for her on the battlefield, but I tuck that thought away. If we can figure out what’s going on with Sauron and put an end to it, maybe there won’t need to be a battlefield.

“I wasn’t aware the wardens have age requirements.”

She grimaces. “They do. Can’t join until you’re at least three hundred and fifty years old.”

I blink. If she’s not yet hit that number, she’s much closer to my age than Haldir’s which leaves me feeling a little like I’m going insane. I can’t wrap my head around it.

But she saves me the trouble, quickly darting to a new topic of conversation. “You must be starving. Here — go change — your bedroom is at the back of the house at to the right — and I’ll get some lunch ready. Will anyone else be joining us?”

I blink at her quick pace, the fatigue from the journey finally settling in at the prospect of fresh clothes and a full meal. “Um, no, it’s just us, I think.”

She nods, already jumping back into the kitchen to finish her preparations.

Shaking my head, I follow her directions and, indeed, find a bedroom. She was kind to decorate it, and I don’t at all mind the changes she made. I even find the wardrobe stocked with an array of items in my size. I touch the edge of a forest green blouse, and then grimace. I don’t want to ruin these clothes with how dirty I am after being on the road for three days — longer, if we count the whole trip. So I force myself to return to the kitchen, trying not to focus on the covered dishes that smell heavenly.

“I’m going to take a quick bath before I eat. You can start without me.”

Mirime beams and indicates a room off the hallway. “I’ll wait for you, but please take your time. A bath is already drawn.”

At this, I can’t help but smile. “You’ve thought of everything. Thank you.”

If possible, her smile grows wider, and she nods in bashful acknowledgement.

Though my aching muscles and bones want me to sink into the bath and relax, my empty stomach and fuzzy head urge me to be quick, so I hastily scrub my hair and body and then dress in a blouse and a pair of pants from my wardrobe.

Much better.

I meet Mirime at the table in the kitchen where she has, indeed, waited for me.

She smiles and greets me before we begin to eat and, stars above, the food is amazing.

I smile at her before I take yet another bite of bread. “This is the best thing I’ve ever eaten.”

Her grin widens. “I may or may not have some kitchen skills.”

Before I can say much else, her head tilts as she considers me. “Your hair is interesting.”

I bring a hand to my still-damp hair, twirling a finger around the waves. “Yeah, it’s a little wild from the quick bath.”

“No — I meant more that it’s curlier than I’ve ever seen on an eldar. You’re…” She blushes and looks at her lap. “You’re the first human I’ve met.”

I feel my eyes widen in surprise. “Really?”

“It’s not safe to travel,” she defends, looking at me apologetically. “And humans don’t always feel comfortable visiting elven towns.”

“That makes sense,” I nod, understanding her side of it. It’s not like I met a lot of people from…

But my mind goes blank.

Well, I’m guessing I never met very many people from across the world back in my past home, but I can’t be sure.

Mirime can’t contain her curiosity much longer, and asks me everything she can possibly think of about being human. I answer to the best of my ability, but the only humans I can really remember meeting are myself, Alex, and my nonna. After we eat, she helps me unpack and shows me how the laundry and plumbing work in my new house — talan, she says it’s called — and we finish a bit of the decorating. It’s nearing nightfall and I’m just about to suggest we crack open dinner when there’s a knock on the door

I start towards it, giving Mirime a questioning look. “Do you mind if Rumil joins us? He said he would be in meetings all day and I’m guessing he hasn’t eaten.”

“Not at all,” Mirime smiles, pulling the dishes from where they were reheating in the oven. “It’s your home, you know.”  

I fling open the door.

But it’s not Rumil on the other side.

A/n Thank you for reading! Let me know if you would like to be added or removed from the tag list. 

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[elithilanor]

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[blueberryrock]

I would LOVE to hear a little something about "Ocean and a rock" please!!!

Ofc! So it's gonna be a Glorfindel x reader one-shot based on this song

I've already technically used it for a fic, but ahhh it's too good not to reuse! I may even do a bagginshield on for it 👀

#nat answers stuff #ft. razzy

[thelioninmybed]

too many replies

erotetica replied to your post “So close, Targeted Ads, and yet so far….”

not /that/ far, they didn't pay for shipping last time either

asfgdafgf hdu

curufins-smile replied to your post “imindhowwelayinjune replied to your post “also: andreth” ...”

I mean, would peppy maedhros even commit suicide? Him and regular maglor could have SEVERAL MORE AGES to ruin the world together

Peppy Maedhros looks down into the fiery chasm and decides he is hot enough without the lavabath. 

imindhowwelayinjune replied to your post “question: is the turgon/finrod clonefucking ideological divide why...”

idk why you should get credit for just c/ping a passage from the silm verbatim

Where did I say I wrote this? I am, ofc, merely a vessel c/ping Jollkien Rolkien’s clonefucking views. 

mirandatam replied to your post “imindhowwelayinjune replied to your post “also: andreth” ...”

Peppy Maedhros and Regular Maglor will be a complete disaster (at least so far as what's left of Beleriand is concerned); meanwhile Regular Maedhros and Tortured Maglor are in the background getting drunk and complaining.

I think Regular Maedhros would appreciate a silent Maglor and Tortured Maglor can’t tell us what he thinks. I reckon they’d be really happy together utterly miserable but maybe less so than with their usual counterparts.

valaraukars replied to your post “question: is the turgon/finrod clonefucking ideological divide why...”

Not gonna try to tell turgon how to live his life but I'm pretty sure an army of finrod clones could have come in handy during the later days of gondolin.... just saying. It's like, the pragmatic choice

On the one hand yes, but on the other, if you thought Glorfindel had a problem with dressing inappropriately for a battle....

thearrogantemu replied to your post “question: is the turgon/finrod clonefucking ideological divide why...”

omg

vardasvapors replied to your post “question: is the turgon/finrod clonefucking ideological divide why...”

M A R R Y M E

theotherwesley replied to your post “imindhowwelayinjune replied to your post “also: andreth” ...”

y'all are killing me x)

silvergrasp replied to your post “So close, Targeted Ads, and yet so far….”

oh god I cackled

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LDS?KFJ:SDFJ:LSFKj

xxxxx I love you all (esp. my apparent bride to be)

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[jaybeeart-vardathebeloved]

For the ask! :D Turgon! Glorfindel! Fingolfin! Maglor! Daeron!

This will be long, lol

Turgon

character: hate them | don’t really care | like them | LOVE them | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS

ship with:  Elenwë ofc

friendship them with:  Aredhel, Tuor, Idril, Glorfindel, Ecthelion,Maeglin, Fingon, Finrod, Argon

general opinions: I don’t mind Turgon, though he does get a little annoyingwith the whole paranoia and ‘let’s kill those who don’t stay in Gondolin oncethey get here, lawl!’ I mean, I get his reasoning, but I think killing is a bittoo much. He’s unlike Fingon and Aredhel in that respect; a lot more guardedand quick to suspect. He’s not completely unfair, though; he has his goodmoments.

Glorfindel

character: hate them | don’t reallycare | like them |LOVE them | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS

ship with:  my OC

friendship them with:  Ecthelion, Egalmoth, Turgon, Tuor, Idril, Maeglin,Elrond, Erestor,Elladan & Elrohir, Arwen

general opinions: HE’S MY BAE, I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM FOREVER XINFINITY! *breathes* I think he’s a brave, noble and valiant warrior from theSilm, and continued to be so after he was re-embodied and sent to Middle Earthin the 2nd (?) Age :3

Fingolfin

character: hate them | don’t reallycare | like them |LOVE them | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS

ship with:  Anairë

friendship them with: Finarfin, sons and daughter, Fëanor (for a littlebit)

general opinions: He’s a brave fella, wiser and less temperamental than his elder brother, but hecan be a little impulsive too. Good at heart, and noble. I don’t know, not much tosay about him ^^;

Malgor

character: hate them | don’t reallycare | like them |LOVE them | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS

ship with:  OC

friendship them with:  Maedhros, Finrod, Elrond and Elros, Nerdanel

general opinions: I’ve said this before; he’s a sweetie pie! Gentle like hismomma, and most pacifist of his brothers. He doesn’t get in the middle ofconflict unless absolutely necessary. He always tries to reach the morepeaceful resolution there is, and I bet he’s more caring and understanding thanhis bros. Also one helluva minstrel.

Daeron

character: hate them | don’t really care | like them | LOVE them | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS

ship with:   No one

friendship them with:  Thingol, Lúthien

general opinions: Not much to say about him. I was a little bit annoyed withhim ratting out on Lúthien to Thingol, but I can understand it. He was in lovewith her, and partly didn’t want her going to Beren, but he also cared for herwell-being, so…I think he’s an okay character :3 Probably nice/friendly to talkto; has an amazing singing voice.

Thanks! X)

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[ruiniel]

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better

Thank you @batsyforyou and @hirazuki for the tag!

Three ships:

Glorfindel x Maeglin (the betrayer and the savior? twilight and sunrise? please) - The Silmarillion

Griffith x Guts queerplatonic (past obsession revival / pain agony don't talk to me) - Berserk

Sauron x Amárië (crackship I can't shed) - The Silmarillion

Last song:

Last movie: Three Thousand Years of Longing (Tilda Swinton and Idris Elba need I say more)

Currently reading:

re-reading Frankenstein (via newsletter)

re-reading Berserk / I mean look at this

Currently watching: Vinland Saga S2

Currently consuming: plain ol' water

Currently craving: sleep (can't, so I'm doing this)

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[ruiniel]

Hey ma', one of the first fics I wrote and completed was a self-indulgent reverse-isekai on Glorfindel-falling-into-Earth with a twist and he rode a motorcycle and his nickname was Hair (no one else knew that ok). No regrets to this day

First meeting (x OFC)

Ilva was staring into her drink, her chin resting in her palm.

"Oh sweet Jesus, you're depressing," Myra rolled her eyes.

The young woman sighed. "Thanks. Sorry, I warned you."

Myra left abruptly only to return, two tequila shots in each hand. "We need to drown that frown. Drink up me hearties."

"Oh, no, no-no-no. I've had enough of that stuff for tonight."

Myra grabbed her shoulder, leaning in. "Look, why don't you just shut up, gobble these up like a good little girl, and go over to that painfully hot blond dude at the bar who's been staring at you for the past hour."

"Huh?" she made to look.

"Eyes on me. Don't be so obvious, this isn't high school. Now, a good shagging after a painful break up might not make you forget everything, but it sure doesn't hurt."

"Your wisdom knows no bounds," Ilva muttered, glancing towards the bar. She had to willingly smother the jolt of surprise and strange pulsing warmth that soared in her belly when she saw the same guy she stumbled into earlier, the one that locked her to the spot with his freakishly light-colored eyes. He was definitely not staring at her. Elbows propped against the bar casually, lit cigarette in one hand, he was checking something on his phone. His wavy hair flowed past his shoulders, perfect light eyebrows slightly frowned in concentration. He took another puff of his cigarette.

He still wore that zipped down biker jacket revealing a chest clothed in a grey banded collar shirt, unbuttoned just below the collarbone. Waist cinched with a silver-buckled belt over black jeans, hugging strong hips and long, now casually crossed legs booted in heavy stompers.

A double take. Oh, man.

"Someone might step on your tongue if you don't roll it back in," her friend said with a satisfied grin. "Now. Go. To. Him. If you behave I might have some goodies for you to help you loosen up later," she finished with a wink. Knowing Myra, that could only mean something illegal.

Maybe it was the Long Island Iced Tea she just finished. Maybe not. "Give me a cigarette from your pack." She didn't smoke, but somehow Ilvana felt it would help. She hadn't picked up or hit on anything with a pulse in over six years. Despite the alcohol loosening her inhibitions, Ilva still felt like another crutch was needed for this endeavor.

Her friend smiled deviously, that red-lipped grin causing Ilva to frown. Her bracelets clinked and clanked as Myra made a subtly euphoric gesture with her hands. "At a girl. Make sure you lose him if he's weird. Otherwise, enjoy," she eyed Ilvana meaningfully.

Sighing, Ilva downed the tequila too. Blonds had never really been her type. Mark was a blond. Ugh. Not the image she wanted right now. But still, he was... so...

Ilva struggled for the right word as she closed in on the bar, nonchalantly, she thought, draping herself onto the barstool to the left of Blond Biker Model, balancing the cigarette between slender fingers for a few moments before placing it between her lips. From the corner of her eye, she saw him slowly turn around to face the bar.

The flame of a silver Zippo flashed before her eyes. Ilva lit the cigarette, drawing in the smoke before the lighter disappeared with a metallic clank.

"Thanks," she exhaled, turning to look at his profile. Even in the dim lights of the establishment, she could make out the sheer golden tone of his hair. Hell, giving me the jelly dabs, this one. I guess asking him about what conditioner he uses wouldn't be the best pick up line.

"You're welcome," the blond drew from his own cig, though his vision never strayed her way.

Staring at me for the past hour... my ass. Oh well, long as I'm here... "One Long Island Iced Tea over here, please. And a bottle of water." Very adult move of you, Ilva. Keeping hydrated. Good job. Shoulder pat.

"Make it on me," the blond suddenly spoke up as the bartender was preparing the drink.

"Oh that's really not necessary—" she turned to the stranger.

He finally met her stare, the most arrogant, lopsided grin Ilvana had ever seen blooming on angular, youthful features. "Isn't that why you're here?" he followed, dripping smugness that could drown the Titanic.

What the fuck. Was there some prickfest in town? Because they all seemed to levitate around her.

Deciding to abort and that this was a terrible idea Ilvana turned to the bartender, hastily taking out her wallet. "You know what, I'll take it."

She had just placed the sum onto the bar when his hand reached and slid the money back towards her.

"I have a tab open. Stay," the stranger said, his tone slightly changed from before. And what was that accent? It wasn't quite British, definitely not American. She should just go. She was already deflated with how this started, and not a little disgruntled with this guy's attitude. Aaron was smug too.

She hated it. Ilvana hated arrogance to her core, in everyone regardless of who they were. But then she looked to where Myra and her pick up were, now dancing a slow rock ballad, hands on each other. The joint was slowly emptying of people, regaining some breathing space.

Blond Biker was still standing facing the bar leaning on his elbows, head in his drink.

So, I'm staying. Say something? Or you want me to say something?

He raised his head and gazed at her then, a funny knowing look in his eyes. A strange half-smile pulled at one corner of his lips.

Is that a dimple. Ok, that's one creepy pair of eyes. Are they, though? Not creepy, but unnerving. Yes, that's the word.

He looked back into his glass, the smile fading.

How do I do this? Girl starts it up. Fine.

"I'm Ilvana," she offered him her hand in the casual universal 'nice to meet you' gesture. Just like in girl scout camp. Doing great, Day.

Blond Biker lifted his head from his drink again, looking her over strangely for a moment. "Why yes you are," she heard.

Ilvana gaped at him quizzically, an eyebrow raised in question. What was up with this guy?

Those deliriously bright eyes narrowed on her, the smirk still present as he took a long drag of his cigarette. He held the smoke in for a few moments before carelessly blowing it right. Into. Her face.

Charming.

#random fic snippets

[ruiniel]

"Paths to glory?" It sounds interesting!

A Helcaraxë fic! I've always been fascinated by that journey and the way Fingolfin's host made do to survive it.

It's an AU centered around a young Glorfindel (x OFC) and primarily written from his POV, focuses on the Crossing to Middle-earth, should run up until the finalization of Gondolin. Very, very slow progress. TY for asking!

A snippet:

"Not the merriest gathering, are we," the voice of Aikanáro reaches him as the Elf takes a place close to Laurefindil. It is a necessity the followers of Ñolofinwë have discovered in these lands—huddling for warmth, to preserve body heat.

"Get used to it," Laurefindil murmurs, watching the drawn faces around them. Even speaking means wasting precious energy, and they are all weary. He keeps his silence, listening to the whispers rising like ghosts in the fog. "Right about now, Telperion would be in bloom," he says after some time, kindling the memory of mingling lights.

Aikanáro says nothing.

Like most others, he misses the Trees, the silver-gold stream of lights bathing Aman in warm power—its primeval, hallowed strength. This remote darkness is thick, choking, bearing heavier down upon them like a monolith of confusion and dread.

Laurefindil gazes across the fire, where presently golden-haired Findaráto is deep in conversation with one son of Ñolofinwë: the prince Turukáno, dark of hair and bright-eyed like his father.

Another flash of gold, a giggle; a child, bundled in thick garments bursts amongst the grim gathering, heading straight to the dark-haired Elf prince, her tiny arms wide open, seeking an embrace. A tall Elf woman follows, her rich long braid shining in the ragged light: Elenwë of the Vanyar, spouse of Turukáno—the only one of her kin to brave their exile.

Laurefindil smiles as the child is brought in, and Turukáno takes her upon his knee as she begins chirping of having seen a patch of clear sky, but then she blinked and it was gone, all too soon, and it was still so cold here, and would they be much longer in reaching the Eastern lands great uncle Fëanáro spoke of?

Turukáno hugs the girl tighter; Findaráto looks away.

"Dearest Itarillë," Aikanáro speaks, regarding the daughter of his cousin fondly, "I ask myself the same every moment."

Laurefindil shakes his head. The child's innocence and the forced smile on the son of Ñolofinwë stirs his dread for their loss, and as many nights before, he wearies, and solitude becomes an appealing prospect.

"Send your brothers my regards," he bids Aikanáro as the golden-haired Vanya take her place close to prince Turukáno, drawing little Itarillë in her lap.

Their family reminds him of his own early youth, when they were content and the shadow of unrest had not yet descended upon their people. There was no darkness, no death; no thirst for revenge, no exile.

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[i-drink-and-i-write-fics]

Middle Earth Mischief Series

Middle Earth Mischief Series: Lord Elrond x Nix (OFC), Glorfindel x Brenior (OMC), Thranduil x Brenior (OMC) (Stories by I-Drink-And-I-Write-Fics and @themerriweathermage​):

What happens when two long-distance friends find themselves in a completely different universe? They make the most of their new home.

Confession -  Elrond PoV x Reader (Written by Bren):

The Lord of Imladris has a confession to make…

Reflection - Brenior PoV x Thranduil (Written by Bren):

A self-reflection while lying with Thranduil.

From Visitors to Rulers - Nix PoV x Elrond (Written by Nix):

Nix worries about her friend and thinks about how her life has changed so drastically.

Under a Starless Sky - Thranduil x Bren (2nd person PoV) (Written by Bren):

Thranduil comforts Brenior when he needs him most.

The Lord of the Golden Flower - Bren x Glorfindel (Written by Nix):

Glorfindel knows how it feels when the darkness closes in. Being one who was lucky enough to return to Arda, he understands better than most. So when the darkness comes for the one he loves, he will do what he can to calm you until the dawn returns.

Dragons of The North - Elrond PoV x Nix (Written by Nix):

The new Lady of Imladris finds an unconventional familiar. Her husband, Lord Elrond, has some concerns.

Twas the Night Before….Turuhalme? - Elrond x Nix, Glorfindel x Brenior, Thranduil x Brenior (Co-written by Nix and Bren):

It’s their first holiday season in Middle Earth and Brenior and Phoenix see how differently their husbands celebrate this time of year.

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