#it's still simple but elvish simple

[sorcerous-caress]

Heyyy!! Could I request the companions taking care of a new baby + a toddler while their partner recovers?

Taking care of the kids while you recover

[Fluff, marriage, raising kids, nb!reader]

[Astarion, Wyll, Gale]

I'm not feeling the best rn so I did just three, i hope you enjoy anon.

Astarion

Seeing that this is your second baby together, he feels less out of his element now. He is more confident in his ability to care for this little bundle of joy with pointy ears cradled in his arms.

He almost doesn't recognise his own self these days. When did his sharp edges grow so soft? When did he become so tender, and when did his eyes become so round and happy?

When you proposed to him that day in the underdark, when you presented him with a modest ring that made him go speechless. He has seen many more glamorous ones, much more expensive ones, but somehow, this simple band with the most precious gem completely took his breath away.

That's how he ended here on this cozy couch with a silver haired toddler running around enthusiastically. Astarion calls them over to gently wipe some crumbs from their face, looking at their innocent adoring eyes.

They had your eyes, he couldn't help but squeeze their adorable cheeks and give them a kiss on the forehead like any dotting father would.

Him, a doting parent? That idea would've made him choke with laughter some years ago.

The ring glimers on his finger as he holds the newborn baby closer to his chest, humming a soothing melody in elvish for his second child. The first stared at him from the side with a pout.

His child was so obvious with their emotions that Astarion couldn't help but chuckle, "Jealously isn't a good look darling, come here." With that, he had another kid cuddling up to him and demanding a lullaby too.

Astarion obliged, relieved that his presence seemed enough for his children at the moment while you were recovering. Part of him was anxious about what if they only wanted you? What if they weren't as attached to him as he thought?

He was never happier to be proven wrong in his life.

Wyll

The sun shines brightly through the thin white curtains in the kitchen. Wyll is mixing together a baby formula on the counter, measuring the right amount on the spoon as he scoops away the extra powder from the top.

Adding the powder into the baby bottle, he gently shakes the warm bottle. The sound of light footsteps approach him in a failed attempt of stealth as a toy wooden sword is pressed against the back of his legs.

"Surrender!" A high voice calls from behind him, his very own kid with determination in their eyes as they press the dull edge of the sword more against Wyll's pants.

"Oh noble hero, may I know what crime am i being accused of before I surrender?" Wyll plays along, a smile painting his lips.

"The crime of!!" His child starts with confidence, "of...." trailing into uncertainty as their grip on the sword falters.

Wyll is patient as he lets them have the time to gather their thought. cleaning and wiping the counter down.

"Of not giving me food!"

"Didn't you just eat your breakfast after stealing my breakfast?" Wyll scooped up his child up in his arm, holding him with one hand while carrying the bottle with the other. His kid kicked their feet in the air as they dropped the wooden sword.

"But dad!! That was hours ago, I'm hungry."

"I clearly recall it being minutes ago."

Moving to the living room where his youngest laid peacefully sleeping in their small rocking bed, Wyll let go of his hold just as he sat on the couch.

Climbing into his lap, the most adorable brown puppy eyes looked up at him. "I want pancakes please" stretching on the end of the word, his kid whined.

With a defeated smile, Wyll agreed to it. Knowing you'd scold him for spoiling the kids too much if you were here right now, still he was weak against them. Somehow, his own kids were more persuasive than any devil this warlock has ever encountered before.

Gale

"There you go, all dry and clean" he said as he started to put on the baby bear onesie back on the giggling infant in front of him, their small hands gripping on Gale's beard with surprising strength as he zipped them up.

Yet the discomfort barely mattered to the wizard, he happily let them play with his face as he admired how adorable they looked in the fluffy animal custom. Smiling and giving their belly a soft kiss to make them laugh even louder.

The loud crash from outside the room barely phased him either as he kept coddling the infant, calling them endearing names and cradling them in his arms. "Papa's here, no need to fret."

"MR.DEKARIOS!" Tara's screech followed shortly after, "your presence is required immediately!"

Still too busy entranced by how adorable his child was, Gale took slow steps out of the room, contouring harmless light tricks to impress his youngest.

The sight that met him was one that would've probably given his younger self a heart attack no doubt, the countless torn pages of books thrown around the floor, the spilled ink and the crumbled magical scrolls.

But as the years went by, he found himself mellowing out much more. Very few things phased him by now, especially with how ironic life tended to be. The fates must be snickering right now. to give him a kid with wild magic in their veins, brimming with sorcery from such a young age.

You usually kept them in line, Gale was too guilty of being an enbaler as you've put it. It's not his fault he thought his kid was the coolest person in all the realms.

"Books are for losers!" Ah, there they stood, his own flesh and blood. Amidst the chaos of papers and magic, a potted plant.

A talking potted plant.

"Did your magic surge again?" Gale could only feel amusement as he leaned down to pick up his child, making sure to hold it far away from his other child so they don't nibble on the leaves of their sibling.

It seemed like both his cat and his child prefered to continue their argument. "Why, I have never heard such nonsense before! Mr.Dekarios, would you please get your spawn in line." Tara, his beloved elegant tressym, was flying around him in an attempt to smack the plant with her soft paws.

With a giggling wobbling infant on his right arm and a potted plant polymorphed kid on his left, Gale effortlessly casted the necessary incantations to reverse the polymorph while avoiding Tara's claws.

A poof of sparkling light filled the room as a full toddler replaced the potted plant, Tara blinded by the light, crashed into them and they all stumbled down onto stacks of torn papers.

The three of them buried under the pile, only the fluffy bear onsie wearing emerged unharmed on top.

#♡Gale #♡Astarion #♡Wyll #♡Fluff #♡marriage #♡raising kids #astarion x reader #gale x reader #wyll x reader #fluff #wholesome #raising kids #marriage au #bg3 x reader #baldur's gate 3 x reader

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

The Kiss- Thranduil x Modern!Reader

Summary: Reader surprises Thranduil with a kiss

Word count: 1, 398

Bare feet slap against the cool stone as you run freely, and perhaps drunkenly, away from the regal Mirkwood party. The elvish party wasn’t boring per say, but with the strong wine in your system and being used to different types of parties, you suddenly felt crowded in the large ballroom and needed to feel the cool air on your skin and in your lungs.

You knew your destination, as you’d been shown it only a few days previous. It was a gorgeous fountain still close enough to the party to hear the music but far enough that you most likely won’t be interrupted.

Being by yourself and hearing the pleasant music, you couldn’t help but dance around the fountain. Barefoot, drunk and not a care in the world, you began to prance around, freely and happily. You’re sure you look like a beautiful and elegant sight, but to the approaching king, you appear more like a joyful child.

Thranduil had looked around the ballroom and was disappointed to find you had vanished. Leaving the party, he was furious to have to go and find you, that you’d left alone and unsupervised. You’d arrived three months previous from a strange world and the king had taken it upon himself to house you here and care for you.

Spotting you at the fountain, he’d planned on scolding you, as he’d done with a young Legolas many times, but seeing you more happy and free then he’d seen honestly anyone in a long time, his rage seemed to vanish.

Smirking to himself he decided to sit on one of the benches and wait and see if you’d spot him. You’d gone around three times before he decided to announce himself.

“Having fun are we?” He interrupted your joy.

Whipping around caused you to because a little more wobbly but you could still make out the scowl of the king. Normally this would make you anxious, but with the alcohol in your system, you couldn’t help but just simply see him as beautiful. You’d managed to be polite your whole stay in Mirkwood so far, but how handsome the king was definitely didn’t escape your knowledge.

Seeing him sitting on a simple stone bench, his tall stature and powerful presence made the simple seat look more like a thrown. He just looked so perfect sitting there with his blank face and long legs spread wide, you couldn’t help the way your body tingled and your mind turned perhaps a little cheeky.

“Well I’m having a lot more fun now you’re here, your highness.” You drunkenly smirk at him as you saunter over to him, standing in between his spread legs.

Your eyes and hands couldn’t seem to stay still, and you found yourself staring all over his face and lightly running your fingers through his lovely white hair. In return Thranduil found himself staring back at you, watching your movements with intrigue.

The elvish king couldn’t keep his eyes from you and was surprised that he wasn’t mad at you or insulted. Even as your hands cupped along his cheeks and you leaned in and planted a sweet kiss to his lips, he still was not mad.

Your lips were soft and your kiss sweet. A part of him wanted to push you away, but a stronger part wanted more. That stronger part won as his eyes began to close, and he found himself leaning closer into your kiss.

As quickly as the kiss began, it was over. As you part from one another you both find each others gaze. Thranduils eyes are filled with confusion and wonder, whereas yours are glazed and a stupid and giddy smile on your face.

“You’re pretty, like a pretty princess.” You giggle at the king as your fingers card through his hair once again.

Thranduils kingly demeanour is broken and he finds himself chuckling at your drunken compliment.

“I think it’s time to get you to bed, small one.” He smirks at you as he stands from the bench.

“Oh yeh, you gonna take me to bed?” You flirt stupidly as your eyes begin to close, resting in his arms and against his chest, as he carry’s you. Another chuckle leaves the king as he begins to walk you to your bedroom.

The walk to your room is quiet as you fall asleep also immediately. Once in your room, Thranduil tucks you snuggly into bed. Looking down at your sweet sleeping form, he can’t help but stare at you lovingly.

He should turn away and leave you be, but doesn’t, instead he sits at your bedside for a moment, stroking your cheek and staring at your peaceful face.

“How have you managed to affect me so?” He whispers down to your deaf ears

*****

When you awoke the next day, you were surprised that although you were groggy, you were not hungover. Opening your eyes, you take in your surroundings and are confused at the many layers over your legs. You notice you are still wearing the gown from last night and suddenly it comes back to you, the kiss, you kissed Thranduil. Panic begins to set in as you lay there in worry.

Before you could spend too much time on the situation however, you heard a knock at your door and your name called.

“Come in.” You quickly blurt out.

Letting out a sigh, you notice that it is just one of the maids bringing you what looks like lunch.

“Seems you needed quite the sleep after last nights festivities, my lady. You have missed breakfast, but King Thranduil asked me to bring you lunch.”

If he asked to bring you lunch then maybe he wasn’t too mad at you, hopefully.

“Thank you.” You reply quietly as she places your meal beside you on a small table.

“You’re most welcome. The king has also asked for you to meet him in the garden.”

“Do you know why?” You ask anxiously.

“I’m not sure, my lady, but he did not appear upset with you. Once you’re finished with your meal, I will return and help you dress.” She explains as she exits with a nod.

Returning her nod, your mind begins to race with curiosity. So he wasn’t mad, or maybe he was just staying calm for now. You ate your food quickly, wanting to get the interaction over with.

Soon after finishing your meal, you were dressed in a simple purple dress that flowed to your ankles, with sleeve that came past your wrists. You were walked to the gate of Thranduils private garden, but left to enter alone.

Your heart raced as you walked closer to where he stood, nervously you played with your sleeves as you tried to keep your lunch in your stomach. As Thranduil noticed you approaching, you were surprised to see he had a faint smile on his lips.

“I trust you slept well.” He chuckled to you, as you stood before him.

“I always sleep well after a night of drinking, dancing and…. Possibly embarrassing myself.” You shyly confess, your head downcast in shame.

Feeling a delicate touch of fingers under your chin, you found your eyes meeting Thranduils. He looked at you so kindly and what you think you mistake for lovingly; there is no pity in his actions or his gaze as you expected there might be, just kindness.

“You did not make a fool of yourself, dear.” He soothingly calms your worries.

You begin to find yourself leaning into his touch as he fingers rise to cup your cheek and he moves closer to you.

“Your kiss did not offend me, and in fact I quite enjoyed it.” Thranduil confessed, surprisingly bashfully.

Your brows knit in confusion at such a confession, causing Thranduils grin to grow.

“I called you here because I wondered how your kiss would feel with both of us sober.” He told you gently, his voice so soft that it lulled your shock, even as his other hand rested gently on your other cheek.

“I’d like that too.” You whispered back your confession as both you and Thranduil leaned into one another.

Your lips found each other and connected in a sweet and loving way. As the kiss continued, your hands came to rest around his neck, using the leverage and your tippy toes to push deeper into the kiss.

#Thranduil #Thranduil x reader #Thranduil imagine #the hobbit #the hobbit imagine

[growingingreenwood]

Random headcanon that the other elvish realms think that the Greenwood Elves have SOME-FUCKING-HOW developed **significantly** superior hearing compared to the rest of the elvish cultures/races. When I say 'significantly' I mean so significantly that it genuinely scares them a little bit.

A lot a bit.

It seems to them that the Greenwood Elves are capable of hearing and understanding even whispered conversations from MILES AND MILES AND MILES AWAY. Even when the distance is so great elvish eyes cannot even see a dark spec on the horizon, Greenwood Elves can still successfully eavesdrop on what is happening.

The other realms have, of course, come up with many of their own theories as to why and how they're capable of such things. Including but not limited to: Evolution that happened after most of the Noldor left for Valinor to help them survive the Dark Scary Times, a permanent enchantment of Melians that can be genetically passed down to one's offspring, an Extremely Elaborate Lie, a side effect of one of the plants that they eat, a sign that they've made a deal with Melkor to be his spies (this theory is banned from being openly spoken about in Imladris, if it is, you get 1 single warning before Elrond yeets you out of the valley his damn self. You are not welcome back for at least 100 years, and you have to apologize before you're allowed back in.)

There is, of course, an incredibly simple and straightforward reason for this perceived 'super-hearing' which is: The elves don't hear things, the trees do and just relay the information (or at least the gist or important bits) back to the elves. They can hear what you say from 1000 miles away because there's trees literally everywhere.

But since the other realms don't speak to/with the trees in the same capacity as the Greenwood Elves, the thought that this is possible literally never occurs to them. And the Greenwood Elves think the entire situation is too funny to ever explain it.

#tolkien #tolkien headcanons #greenwood #mirkwood #lotr #greenwood headcanons #silvan elves #silvan elf headcanons #haleighs greenwood #the silmarillion

[probablygoodrpgideas]

Common

There's a bunch of posts about how to fix the issues with the assumption of a "common" language already and I'm here to add my own, based on what I have in my setting.

Ever since sailing became common, the high elves of the Chont-Okery region and the orcs of Ri'Erman have traded with each other but those trades were often difficult.

Elvish was an incredibly difficult language to learn with its polysynthetic words, incredibly large phonemic inventory, tone, and logographic script with thousands of different characters. Orcish, too, was far from easy to learn for the elves who struggled with its rigid sentence structure and inflections. Over the centuries, a trading pidgin emerged, sometimes called the common orcish-elven trading pidgin.

Then, in the 10th century BT, a large group of human refugees arrived in the area. Their home continent had been ravaged by a divine disaster and many of them settled with the orcs or elves, but most of them formed a new nation in the land behind the mountainranges that seperated Chont-Okery and Ri'Erman on land. Previously thought to just be more mountains, the land was still unsettled.

The humans brought their own language with them. This human language was significantly more similar to orcish than elvish was, and the elves also found it to be simpler than orcish and so many of its features made their way into the common orcish-elven trading pidgin.

But it was no longer a simple trading pidgin. It also became the language of choice to communicate with the human refugees living in Chont-Okery and Ri'Erman and human traders started using it at home in their own communities where it slowly fused with their original language. The trading pidgin had become the common orcish-elven-human creole, or Common for short.

Over the following millenia, the three regions became very influential globally and spread Common all over the plane. Even trading ships that were exclusively orcish or elvish often chose to teach their trading partners Common as doing trading in Common came to them more naturally than in their own native language.

Nowadays, Common is by no means a universal language, but it has become widespread enough that it has become a lingua franca. Not everyone everywhere speaks it, but if you want to be understood in as many parts of the world as possible, Common is your language of choice.

#language #worldbuilding #linguistics #i use a lot of linguistic jargon here if i need to explain anything don't be afraid to ask

[jarviscockerssecrethusband]

One thing I love about the harringrove fandom is the agreement both that Steve is dyslexic and Billy is a MASSIVE reader.

Because while Steve’s always been surrounded by teachers or his parents or exes who either believe that he’s incapable of appreciating reading or that he just doesn’t care, Billy thinks that’s bullshit.

Because when Billy gets told to tutor Steve in English, he doesn’t start with a book for toddlers or fucking Shakespeare. They start with Billy reading him Wuthering Heights.

And at first Steve does not fucking get it. He doesn’t understand the plot, the message and especially not the dialect. But he finds himself enjoying it a lot. Billy’s a natural storyteller. He could be on stage.

Billy’s taste in books is both eclectic and weird. He’s reading Finnigan’s Wake for fun. In Irish. He likes Portuguese romance books and German surrealism and a lot of George Orwell. So much so that Steve kind of feels that love rubbing off on him.

He’d used to like reading. Before he was told he was doing it wrong. And even though he despised the books set by Hawkins High with every fibre of his being, there was this fire set in his belly, a want to impress Billy.

So he starts with The Hobbit. Eddie “Freak” Munson’s the only other dyslexic Steve knew and he loved that shit. How hard could it be?

The Hobbit is fucking difficult. It starts with a map, Steve thinks is in Elvish and some of the chapters feel like they go on forever. The words still bounce around the page and switch constantly. He likes it though. It’s weirdly fun as a story and he finds himself rooting for Bilbo.

Henderson can never know. That is the one thing Steve is certain of.

Billy doesn’t laugh when Steve tells him that’s what he’d decided to start with. He just rolls his eyes, not meanly and says he used to read that with his mom. Back in Cali. Before Neil fucked everything up.

Billy reads a lot of Oscar Wilde. The Importance of Being Earnest is constantly tucked into his back, dog eared and well loved. Steve knows enough about Oscar Wilde to know what that indicates.

Billy’s a poof. A faggot. A queer.

Billy is like Steve.

He doesn’t have the courage to look out for anything gay. Nothing even that hints at the matter. Steve knows that his dad has The Iliad tucked away in his office. He’s away on business while his mom sits in the kitchen and complains about America. Even after 15 years in the States, she still misses Poland.

His daring heist after she goes to bed leads to him sitting on the kitchen floor, crying about Achilles and Patroclus. Billy’s right, classics are a fucking bummer.

Steves not as stupid as other people think. He knows that if this were a book, him and Billy are hurtling towards deaths door. Even in real life, he’s seen the guys on tv, worn down to the bone on hospital beds.

Gay does not equal a happy ending.

He resolves to never touch The Iliad again.

Billy comes to their next session with a black eye and his mullet chopped off. They don’t talk about it.

1984 is depressing. And surprisingly apt for how Steve feels that his 1984 has gone. He does feel like he’s constantly being watched. Like being in love is illegal. Like saying anything too far against the government will have consequences.

Steve asks if Billy thinks Orwell wrote 1984 about America or Russia. Billy snorts but doesn’t answer.

That’s the note they end on for the year.

Christmas comes and goes. So does New Year. Two months of not seeing Billy aches in his gut.

Then he comes back.

It’s the middle of February. Billy’s been kicked out for a week. Steves playing nursemaid.

He’s beaten up pretty bad. Still, Billy insists he’s had worse.

Steve hedges around asking why it happened. Like the confirmation might suddenly make the full scope of their plight real.

Still, eventually Steve asks. Billy looks at him like he’s particularly simple.

He’s gay. Obviously Steve. And he actually has the balls to go out there, meet men, dance. Even if it does mean getting caught by Neil.

During his explanation, Steve notices they’ve gotten closer together. Like significantly closer.

They’re grazing hands. Electric.

Then Billy moves.

Billy kisses him and Steve’s world turns into a fucking supernova.

They kiss and it doesn’t make Neil vanish in a puff of smoke, it doesn’t make the shopkeepers who sneer at his mother go away, it doesn’t make Steve magically able to read.

But it does make Steve feel like maybe they’ll survive.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove ficlet #dyslexic steve harrington #tw homophobic language #tw abuse

[munsonbrackets]

Tutor Astarion

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/shorts/lHIfng6qd90 IDK why this makes me feel something, but I’m not mad about it.

Like imagine being some shitstain of a student (on purpose lowkey) and Astarion having to tutor you because he’s the best in the class, which of course he is considering he is a fucking elf. Like why wouldn’t he understand Elvish and Espruar?

And at first, you were genuinely trying to appease him. Every teacher you have ever had has told you that your pronunciation is remarkable, no matter what script you spoke. Really, your accent might actually just be the only thing preventing you from failing this class. And you might also not be failing because Astarion, top of the class (fucking showoff), is tutoring you.

Truly, they could have given you anyone else, even Halsin tried to volunteer (but he was quickly shut down by the teacher). No. Your dear teacher decided to kill two birds with one stone in a very simple manner. By teaching them how to throw. Astarion seemed to severely dislike teaching others what he had so simply been raised with and you were going to probably fail this class.

And at first, you hated it as much as he did. The sneery remarks that he made, as though he was mad at your parents for not teaching you something as simple as Espruar, you would be quick to respond in an indifferent snide comment in infernal. A language that he was, funny enough, not familiar with. Which just seemed to frustrate him even further. 

But then he corrected you, he was right with his correction, but there was still something in that snappy tone and sneering face that made your heart skip a beat.

The assignment was simple, you thought. Send a letter designated to your teacher. The letters' contents could be a memory, a short trip or a fun story you had come up with. And while you were supposed to have said ‘aerister’, a teacher, instead you accidentally said ‘ageas’, a guard.

- - -

Astarion looked at you from underneath a quirked brow and a slightly open mouth as if to ponder if you had finally gone mad or maybe to silently say ‘are you stupid?’, which obviously weren’t the words that came out of his mouth. “You wish to send this letter to your guard?”

You looked back at him with the same sneer, but also intense confusion. Did ageas mean guard? You swore you remembered it meant teacher… Astarion made no effort to tell you what ‘teacher’ was, so you spoke up instead “Obviously not! I know that ageas means guard! What I meant to say was-” You furiously scrolled a couple pages in your dictionary, trying to remember what ‘teacher’ was in Elduran, “‘aethus’.”

Astarion’s face dropped into a plain old sneer, without the look of your stupidity in his mind, and you felt a shit eating grin spread across your face. You were right, you had definitely been right-

“The word you’re looking for is ‘aerister’.” He sneers out, obvious pronunciation when he says it, so that you might repeat it. But there isn’t a moment for you to speak before Astarion snickers and speaks in a playfully condescending tone- 

“Unless you wish to send this letter to a male harper, which I won’t shame you for, it just simply isn’t the assignment.”

And you feel your heart thump. One hard heartbeat that makes all of the air in your lungs metaphorically rip out of your body, makes a tingle shimmy itself up your spine to make all of your hairs stand on edge, makes your heart feel like it has beat its last.

You could feel the muscles around your eyes spasm in small, practically unnoticeable, twitches as you quickly blurt out- 

“Aerister! Anyways, are we done now?”

Before you allow Astarion to sneer something back, you start throwing your pens into their respective places and leave quicker than you ever have. You only feel the heat of embarrassment creep up your neck after you are fully out of view of his gaze. With an exit like that, he must be just feeling…something? You didn’t feel like worrying about it and you head down the hall, heading home to figure out your own thoughts before you worry about his.

#Astarion #baldur's gate 3 #astarion x male reader #astarion x male tav #x male reader #fluff #bg3 #bg3 tav #bg3 astarion #male reader #he him his #bg3 x male reader #bg3 x male rav #vampire #baldurs gate 3 #mild bg3 spoilers #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion x you #astarion x male #astarion as a tutor #tutor astarion

[leahsflwer]

LOTR pref - Y/N being drunk and flirting with them 🫣🤪

Warnings: Not much Really.. fluff mixed with very light smut :)

LOTR characters x Reader 🌸

Aragorn -

At first he was laughing at you when you started drinking and just let you do you, but when you came over to him and started outlining his jawline he became panicked. As much as he wanted it he wouldn’t try anything while you’re drunk. So off to bed for you, don’t bother trying to say anything else because it will be a simple

“No. You’re drunk doll. Now sleep.”

Legolas -

He felt his fingers begin to tingle from the alcohol he was not used to. Only elvish alcohol was what he could take. But he was still slightly there to notice how drunk you got. You were a runaway elf, so you were used to running to different places and drinking different alcohols none like him. But he became instantly flustered when you sat on his lap and started playing with his hair. He just admired you with a smile and you both eventually passed out.

Boromir -

You never thought of him in a dirty way until that alcohol hit your system. You couldn’t take your eyes off him and it bothered you. But you couldn’t deny how good he looked and it helped you realised that you actually liked him. Making you confident enough to straddle his lap and kiss him. He would be shocked but quickly grin and melt into the kiss. Gradually pulling back and looking into your eyes.

“I’d kiss you again if you weren’t drunk love.”

Faramir -

You had your little pouch of goodies which secretly included little bottle of alcohol. Which due to the terrible state you were in with the war soon to be, you drank it. Faramir noticed you drinking and sat beside you, taking it a having the last amount for himself. But he wasn’t expecting you to grab his chin and make him look at you. You complimented his eyes and he got flustered but just laughed and thanked you for the drink.

“Now we should sleep, we have a long journey ahead of us darling.”

Merry -

He was dancing like a maniac with Pippin and only stopped when he was exhausted, leaning on the wall and closing his eyes as he laughed, trying to bring himself back together. Only to feel hands cupping his cheeks. He got shy when he saw you looking at him. You wanted a kiss and your eyes said it all but Merry knew it was was odd. But he was drunk as well so he also had a side that wanted to.

“Be careful Angel. I might have to ignore my mature thoughts and kiss you if you keep staring at me like that” he chuckles.

Frodo -

He was immediately flustered and confused when you gave him a back hug. Your lips placed a warm, yet soft kiss on his neck. It sent shivers throughout his body. You were only slight taller than him, but he liked that. Turning his head to look at you just shyly smiling, trying to laugh it off like he was all good and not panicking inside.

“H-Hey! It’s a fun.. ah.. party?” Shy king

Pippin -

Pippin already noticed how drunk you got and saw you checking him out as he danced. So right at the end he made the move by pulling you onto the table and kissing you. Merry laughing and everyone else clapping. You were drunk and were the one however to try and continue the kiss after you both got off the table. You grabbed his hand and took him to a private area, but Pippin didn’t care he kissed you until Aragorn showed up and asked you to the get a room. Cringing and ruining the moment making you both laugh.

Sam -

He was so sweet and kind. Not knowing how to feel when you started being all affectionate. He enjoyed it but was confused by it coming from you who was usually stubborn and nothing like that. He just panicked and talked about the first thing that came to his mind. Blushing anytime you got closer to him.

“Ah.. potatoes.. are- what are you! Potatoes I said.. they’re delicious, yes?”

Arwen -

She was just having fun with the group and smiled as you laid your head on her lap, playing with the lace on her dress. She loved how soft you looked in your drunk state. When you gently tugged on her dress and pulled her down to your level, she blushed and was fine until she noticed her father in the area and she shyly backed away and sat back up, shyly giggling.

Lindir -

You were a dwarf-human and he was not expecting you to actually enjoy elvish wine so much. But you did and he just admired you, leaning on the table and laughing at you as he swirled his wine around in his glass. Blushing when he felt your hand on his thigh under the table. Elrond was across the table from him and he would be in a whole lot of trouble if he got caught. He placed his hand on yours to try and stop you from moving at all. He definitely had a red face and was asked if he was alright by other elves.

“Yes. I’m quite alright Lord Elrond.”

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@mcyt-yuri-week Day 1: Break!

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Forest elves were known to come in many shapes and sizes. Gem was a willowy, slender, waifish, faun-looking elf, herself, with pointed ears and delicate antlers and bright red freckles that matched her hair, and thin, unicorn-like hooves and legs. It did mean that brushing her hair meant brushing her hocks, too, but it was such a natural part of life she didn’t even think about it. Despite her slim form, she wasn’t actually particularly tall, nearly every aspect of her small in one regard or another (except her hair, which was wild and curly and bright flashy red).

But she did have big aspirations! Many of her glade were content to build where they’d always built and live how they’d always lived, but Gem was curious about the border where their forest ended, where it rode up against strange lifeforms ethereal and odd. Gem was sure that as an elf, and a faunish one at that, it was a little rich for her to call something else ethereal and odd, but it was true!

At the edge of their forest, right across a broad river that served as a natural border, weird, brightly colored plants grew, moved in ways that plants shouldn’t move, and Gem swore she saw a ruin in there somewhere.

Now, she wasn’t going to try and stake a territory in the alien landscape. She was a braver elf than most but she would not be doing that, no thank you! She’d just set up her base across the river from it, still in her glade’s cozy ancestral home, shoring up the border of their territory (not that the river needed much help. In terms of forest edges that were in danger of being deforested, this one was generally considered one of the safer spans of area).

And go exploring! Sometimes.

Once she’d made a cute, cozy little cottage for herself, fussed around with her garden a bit, and gotten up some of her favorite pieces of art, she had to finally admit that she was stalling. It wasn’t that she wasn’t curious about the strange place! She was! But it also… seemed kinda dangerous, you know?

But it was time to put on her big girl tunic and see what was goin’ on over there! She cinched her leather underbust around her waist and tucked a couple thin vials of health potion into the sturdy straps, laced up her greaves and gauntlets, corralled her hair back into a loose, low ponytail, and set off! Worst comes to worst, she’d down a health potion and dart back home. Of all the elvish traits she’d inherited, being quick hooved with a keen sense of when to get the heck outta somewhere were amongst her strongest. 

But things were off to a good start! The landscape here was beautiful, oh! So much of her wanted to take clippings or seed pods back home with her, though the rational part of her brain knew she should proooobably know a little more about what she was dealing with before she did that. But oh, the pinks and the oranges, the bright vibrant yellows despite autumn still being a ways away, the strange, moving vines and roots that did not radiate any malice or intent. It was gorgeous! 

Now she felt a little silly for taking so long to come out here! Eee, she wished she was a better artist, she wanted to show everybody back home how lovely it was here! 

And the ruins! Definitely human, though Gem didn’t know of any human civilizations that had lived so close to her glade on this side of the forest. It must be a very old ruin indeed! She pranced through them, light on her hooves, giggling to herself as she went. 

The ruins were very, very old, so Gem was quite surprised when she found herself caught in a modern trap.

She yelped as tension snapped around her, a net of string clearly recently-fashioned hoisting her from the earth and leaving her dangling a solid four or five feet above ground.

“Hey!” she shouted, struggling instinctively. Oh this was silly! Now she was glad she was alone! Imagine! Her! An elf! Caught by a simple snare like this! Oh if anyone in her glade saw her like this she would never live it down! 

But a modern trap meant a modern inhabitant. Gem’s blood chilled at the realization, and she then redoubled her efforts to get out. She didn’t know what kind of creature would have the mental acumen and dexterity to make a trap and was crazy enough to live here, but she! Didn’t! Want to know!

She yanked at the strings. It was well-crafted, likely spider silk, and Gem’s palms burned where she pulled and struggled. She kicked at it with her hooves, actually managing to snap a couple pieces here and there, but the net was intelligently made and did not unravel entirely at the loss of a few supports. 

The bad angle wore at her stamina and the rising panic didn’t help at all. Especially since the plants, which had previously laid about so docile, even friendly, seemed like they were moving towards her now! 

“Stay back!” she shouted at them, for all that she knew plants could neither hear nor “think” in the way that people thought. As she might have expected, the slow waves and wiggling of vines and roots went without dissuasion. She sank her teeth into the woven string, gnawing at it with her sharper canines, but the progress she made was frankly pitiful. It seemed she’d snapped all the weakest points, and all that remained was outside her ability to escape. 

Finally, she wore herself out, and hung there, limply, trapped in the net as a fly in an actual web. It was hard to breathe as deeply as her body wanted, all folded in half like she was, one hoof and hock sticking out between the netting with one of the strings biting painfully into her skin, but she was too tired to try and wiggle it back in. She was mortified, too, red faced from exertion and embarrassment both. And one of her antlers was stuck and trying to move her head made the hornbed ache!

It was hard to tell how long she hung there. Not enough time for her to fully catch her breath, but enough that when she heard approaching footsteps, she instinctively turned to look. It pulled on her antler and she let out a small, high pitched noise, wriggling in her bindings once again.

“Oh!” came a woman’s voice, “Hyello!”

“Hi,” Gem said, half-breathless and irritable. “Let me down.” 

“Well I almost wouldn’t need to!” The woman spoke with a strange accent, one Gem really hadn’t heard before, and she hung aggravatingly juuuuust in Gem’s peripherals. “You went and broke my trap! Not very polite of you.”

“What’s not polite is leaving me hanging here in a net!” Gem shouted, struggling again. 

The woman laughed at her, the jerk, but thankfully gave a, “I know, I know, I’m just messin’ with you. Hold still, here, hup!”

Movement, the net swaying, and then there was the release of some mechanism and Gem and the woman both dropped to the ground, the one on the outside of the net landing nicely on her feet. 

“Ow,” Gem deadpanned, far less amused with this situation than her captor/savior.

“You’re an interesting looking stranger. Are you from here?”

“I’m from across the river,” Gem said, accepting the help to sit up and detangle herself from the net. “I was just exploring. Are you from here?”

“No,” she said with a bright shrug. “I am living here now though, I suppose. I’m researching the area.”

Gem grunted and started trying to unhook the webbing from her antlers. As she did, she surveyed her new… whoever this was.

By all accounts, she looked like an ordinary human woman (and what indignity, an elf caught in a human trap!). Long, pale brown hair that hung halfway down her biceps. Thick, sturdy-made green overalls and a well made cotton shirt beneath. Big, sturdy stompin’ boots. Everything the woman wore (and netted, apparently) seemed to be fashioned for durability.

…Gem had been staring at her strong arms long enough she’d made out fine little hairs on her skin. Probably should look somewhere else. 

“Thanks,” she said, less irritable now that she wasn’t strung from a tree, “for helping me down.”

“Awh, sorry for snatchin’ you up in the first place! I’m trying to catch one of the little scuttlers, the one I’ve been researching got out and it’s been awful trying to get it back again.”

“Scuttlers?”

“That’s what I’m calling them! Here, come inside, I’ll show you my research lab.”

Now, Gem was an adult woman. She was smart enough to know it wasn’t always wise to follow a stranger to a secondary location. Especially after that stranger had already caught her in one trap.

But this stranger had also let her out of the trap. And she was a pretty woman. Surely pretty women had no nefarious purposes. And besides, Gem, like, owed her or something. It’d be rude not to go.

“Sorry again about your trap,” she mentioned, glancing at the broken remains before following.

“No worries! It was getting old, anyway.”

“Mm. Hey, what’s your name? I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced.”

“Oh yeah! I’m your friendly resident Pearlo! Call me Pearl,” she said cheerfully, whirling around to outstretch her hand.

Gem took it in hers, strong, callused human fingers clasping firmly around dainty elvish ones.

“Call me Gem,” she echoed.

“Hey, listen to that! Gem and Pearl, we get one more and we’ll have a whole jewelry box.”

Gem laughed, and noticed that Pearl had not released her hand in order to resume walking her inside. They were holding hands now. Pearl didn’t even seem to notice it, so it was probably natural and nothing important to her. It should’ve felt natural and unimportant to Gem, too, she’d held lots and lots of hands before and it had never meant anything particularly special.

But, well, you see, Gem was not immune to Pretty Lady. 

She followed her into one of the ruined structures, which was not so ruined on the inside, and listened as Pearl discussed her research. The “scuttler” was some sort of guard dog for one of those ancient underground cities, barking whenever passerby tread too loudly and alerting the alarm system, and eventually a huge beast. Gem listened with one cheek propped up on her fist, watching Pearl walk about her laboratory with the occasional “mhm” or “oh really?” to keep her going.

It was when Pearl said a particularly silly joke with a toss of her hair and a cock of her hip that Gem realized, “Oh, you’re trying to impress me!”

Pearl shocked still, mouth hanging open and eyes blown wide, and Gem giggled to see her blush.

“No, no,” she rushed to follow up, “keep going.” She tilted her head so her bright curls spilled over her shoulder and smiled with a flutter of her eyelashes. “It was working.”

#hermitcraft season 9 #geminitay #pearlescentmoon #gempearl #hermitcraft #mcyt yuri week #mcytyuriweek #mcytyuriweek2023 #prompt: break #sometimes you break your future gf's trap with your hooves it be that way sometimes #my writing #haro writes

[dreaming-medium]

Animals Without Direction

Chapter Five - Careful, Merchant

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As it turns out, the court mage worked under the keep. When Minho led you down a set of stairs, you were expecting your typical lower level of a keep: dark, dingy, moist hallways. Maybe you would see the dungeon down here.

Or perhaps this is where they’ve decided to finally kill you. 

But it was quite the opposite. 

At the bottom of the steps, the stairwell opened up to a small foyer with two hallways leading off either side. On the opposite side of the stairs was a door. 

A chandelier hung from the center of the ceiling. The room was decorated like it was meant to entertain guests before a fancy dinner. 

Minho walked right through the foyer and down the hallway to the left. 

Sconces with otherworldly, unnatural lights lined the hallway. They gave off a more pink-ish light than the typical orange you’re accustomed to with fire.They didn’t flicker the same way that flames would either, their light was constant and unmoving.  

There was a pleasant warmth down here as well, the air seemed to hum and fizz around you. 

A long, red carpet ran down the center of the hallway. Every few steps there would be a painting on the wall, each depicting something different. A rose, a beach, a set of hands, there didn’t seem to be a theme, but the style looked identical. These were no doubt all painted by the same person.

The hallway was short, only about thirty feet long. A sudden scent of roses and bergamot wraps around your nose. It settled into your bones and took your brain into a safer space. A space of happiness and comfort, a mother’s embrace of a headspace. 

A swoosh and a bang is heard next, the ground beneath your feet rumbles with the supposed impact.  

Your entire body tenses up, body prepared to intercept any danger. 

“Relax.” Minho’s voice is only slightly condescending. Your jaw clenches to stop yourself from ushering a snarky comment back to him. 

Minho walks up to a door towards the end of the hallway and raps his knuckles against it quickly. Within a heartbeat, the door opens. 

From your position behind Minho, you can see that no one is standing there. No one opened it. 

‘Mages.’ You roll your eyes. 

Personally, you had no problem with mages. To be honest, it has been years since you’ve even seen one. The reason for that was simple; most of the magic users in the world were Elves. 

Banish Elves, you banish the mages. 

Back home, there was only one mage left that you knew of, he worked as the Jarl of Erbus’ healer and primary point of contact for information on any magical artifacts. But if the whispers were true, he was absolutely horrible at his job. 

He was only a human. Magic didn’t flow through his veins the way it did for Elves. 

But here in Miroh, they have a healer and a court mage. This fact alone still has the gears in your head turning. Were Elves free here?

Minho walks into the room without a second thought, immediately you follow. 

The room opens up and that same smell of rose and bergamot becomes burnt, the air is marginally warmer in here. The hallways were already hot, but now it feels like you’ve stepped into a lit hearth. 

The first thing you notice is the man standing in the center of the room, he’s wearing dark red robes, the hood down, revealing bright blonde hair with a thick red streak down the back towards the right side. It was around the same length as Felix’s; drawn up in a half up-half down style. If it wasn’t for the red patch, you might’ve actually mistaken him for the healer. 

His back was turned to you. 

He’s standing on top of the stone floor that has a large rune carved into it. The circular rune appeared to be about ten feet in diameter. Small, blue flames hovered in the air around the outer edge of the circle. 

So many intricate lines are chiseled into the floor, symbols from an ancient Elvish language drawn around it. 

You’ve only seen a rune like this in books before. It’s an ancient practice of Elvish magic. 

The stone appeared burnt almost everywhere, soot caked in between each crack. 

The rest of the room was huge, there even was a second story with a balcony overlooking the floor. Everywhere you looked there was a magical artifact, dozens upon dozens of bookcases, at least four workbenches all covered in potions and ingredients and scrolls littered the tables. 

Lines of shelves line each wall with so many different items on them. Anything from plants to large crystals. 

Whatever room you stepped into is well loved and well lived in. 

“I come bearing a gift.” Minho’s sarcasm drips like honey from a spoon. 

This was most like Hyunjin, no?

The mage turns around, there’s a large, thick book open in his left hand, his right hand free. Numerous rings sit upon his long, thin fingers. There’s a bored, yet mildly annoyed expression on his face. 

But you couldn’t focus on his outward display of emotions, all you could pay attention to was just how otherworldly beautiful this man was. Everything about him was perfect. 

Everything down to the way his hair curls behind his-

Your heart thuds in your chest. 

His pointed ears .

He’s an elf. This is a pure blooded elf.  The last time you even looked upon one was your own father and you haven’t seen him since…. Since..

Your thoughts were cut off.

“Thank you, Minho. You can go now.” Hyunjin waves him off rather rudely before looking back down at his book.

Minho only huffs under his breath and turns to leave. He takes one last, quick glance at you before walking out of the room, closing the door behind him. 

With the new silence in the room, you’re able to hear the sizzling of embers on the floor. That boom before you entered the room had to be from him, right? Most likely a fire spell. You’re no scholar, but you’re not stupid. 

Deciding to keep your mouth shut, you move away from the doorway and slowly meander along the side of the wall. 

Like the hall, paintings and other various drawings cover the stone walls. It wasn’t just canvases that hung on the stone, ordinary paper was also tacked up wherever it seems he could find room. Vines from plants grew everywhere; some wrapped around the drawings, some over, some under. It was as if the plants and paintings were just as crucial to the keep’s structure as the stone was. 

Your favorite drawing looked like it was on a page torn from a spell book. It was a charcoal drawing of a bonfire drawn over the instructions for the spell itself. Two silhouettes were sitting on a log in front of the fire. They were cuddled against one another.

“Do you often snoop through other’s belongings?” Hyunjin’s voice cut through the air. 

You spun around to look at him. His sharp eyes follow your every move. He’s just so breathtaking. Truly, you thought a demi god must be standing in front of you. 

“I am not snooping, these drawings are hanging on the wall to display. You obviously seem busy. Am I to simply wait and twiddle my thumbs?”

He watches you for a few more seconds before looking back down to his book. Instead of turning away, you decide to watch him. 

He obviously didn’t like you looking at his drawings this closely. But that’s alright, there was another work of art right in front of your eyes. 

An Elf was standing in front of you. And he was able to study and practice magic freely. Allowed to live in the keep, to come and go whenever he pleased. 

His ears were very prominent on the side of his head. You always kept yours hidden under your hair. 

Additionally, you were lucky in the sense that even though your ears also came to a point, it was nowhere as severe as Hyunjin’s. 

If someone looked quickly at you, they wouldn’t be able to tell. Plus, once you put a few piercings up towards the tip, it became even easier to conceal. The rings and studs drew the eye instead of the shape. 

The air around you starts to hum even more, it feels like static surrounding your skin, each hair stands on end.

Hyunjin’s right hand raises, each finger posed in a specific fashion. 

His hand moves and dances in the air, his head stays pointed down at the book. The flames around the perimeter of the rune begin to glow even brighter and grow in size. All of the lines that run through the rune start to light up, starting from where the flames hovered. 

The room grows colder; is he taking the heat from the atmosphere? Air begins swirling around his fingers, dancing between the digits. 

Hyunjin mutters under his breath, you’re just barely able to hear it, even with your sensitive hearing. The rune glows even brighter and brighter. 

A loud swoosh is heard and all of the light from the rune flies towards Hyunjin’s hand, it slides up the entirety of his body as if he’s holding a magnet. His arm appears to tremble, it takes so much strength to hold all of the energy he has in the palm of his hand. 

The swirling air in his hands fizzles and collapses inwards on itself with internal pressure like a star. 

It sounds like the room takes a deep breath and then Hyunjin spins and swings his arm around, expertly hurling the flaming energy ball at the wall across the room. 

The explosion that comes from the impact rattles your ear drums. Your hands immediately fly over your ears to cover them. 

Heat blasts over your face and your hair flies around wildly, your eyes squint close to protect themselves. 

Truly, when you opened your eyes again, you were expecting to see a giant crater in the wall. But it seems unharmed, only soot covered the impact spot. 

A long string of curses come from Hyunjin under his breath. He snaps the book closed and basically stomps over to the nearest workbench, throwing the book down as if it wasn’t a priceless magical tome. 

Hyunjin keeps his head down and slides various papers all over the work table, muttering all kinds of words at the same time. 

Your head cocks to the side as you watch his tiny temper tantrum. Why did he seem so upset? Obviously the spell worked. 

After a few moments, he heaves a sigh and looks up. His head snaps towards yours and he briskly walks in the direction of the door. 

“Are we leaving then?” He asks, adjusting his robe, his lithe fingers ironing out any wrinkles in the fabric. 

“Aye, if you are ready.”

“I am, I want to get back as soon as possible. That attack won't perfect itself.”

“It seemed fine to me.” You try to compliment him. 

Hyunjin stops mid-step to look over at you, his head then turns to look over at the wall where his fireball had slammed into it, then back to you. “There is hardly a pebble missing from the stone, you call that a success?”

Your lips press into a line, when you open your mouth to respond, he cuts you off. 

“It is not. And I will not rest until I can at least see into the next room.”

He then grabs the door handle and yanks it open. 

Before you can stop it, a laugh bubbles out of your mouth. Hyunjin looks at you so fast you think his head might topple from his neck. 

“Why would you attempt to destroy your own wall?” You chuckle, “What happens afterwards? Are you attempting to renovate?”

Hyunjin stares at you, then looks back at the wall one last time. He sputters a few words, none of them make sense.

Then, he seems to give up, he only yanks the door open and walks out. 

“It does not matter!” He calls from the hallway. Your chuckles continue as you follow him out of the room. ----------------------------------------------

Miroh’s capital city was divided into four sections: North, South, East, and Runner. Yes, you were reading the sign correctly, Runner. Not ‘West’. Runner. 

The signpost in front of you did not appear to be missing a posting. 

Hyunjin walked up behind you, took one look at your face, and let out a cocky huff of a laugh.

“I can tell what you are thinking. No, it is not a misprint. And no, I do not know why there is no West Miroh.”

Your eyes don’t leave the post in front of you. “It does not make any sense.”

“I tend to agree with you, but I try to pay attention to more important topics.” his words definitely had a bit of snark to them. 

You roll your eyes and look up at the mage, who is looking down at you with a bored expression. 

In reality, you are not a short woman by any means, especially with your Elven blood. But there must be something in the water here. Everyone towers over you easily, Changbin was the closest in height to you, but his head still stood a solid inch or two above yours.

Hyunjin looked away from you after a long scan of your face to turn on his heel and walk in a direction towards a less crowded street.

If you read the sign correctly, he’s heading in the direction of South Miroh.

“Are we staying in the capital?” you ask, jogging up behind him.

“You think it takes an entire day to go to a merchant within the capital walls?”

You scoff at him and roll your eyes.

Hyunjin says nothing more, he just continues to lead you throughout the stone capital. He tends to avoid crowded streets, opting for more bare alleys. These paths were so quiet, you could hear the water drops from the gutters of buildings hit the puddles below.

In the distance you can hear the citizens of Miroh talking, laughing, bartering with merchants. On more than one occasion, you heard a dog barking. 

It was more life than you ever heard in Erbus’ capital.

There was singing, yes, but it was contained to taverns and inns. The market was always filled with people, but the bartering was more harsh, more insults were thrown than prices.

Several smells hit your nose, even from far away. Fresh cooked meats and herbs waft through the air, making your mouth water.

You can help but wish you were in the midst of the town rather than taking the long way around the hustle and bustle of Miroh’s lively center. 

“Will you pick it up?” Hyunjin remarks and you roll your eyes again. By the time you return to the keep, your eyes might have rolled out of your head.  ----------------------------------------------

You were walking for about two hours after you left the walls of the capital. The cobblestone streets are lined with lamp posts and signs to guide your way. 

Not that Hyunjin seemed to need any of them. His steps are so sure and confident, not once have you seen him second guess a fork in the path. He’s most likely made this trip more times than you can count.

Neither of you have said a word to one another since he told you to hurry up. The silence wasn’t comfortable, nor was it uncomfortable, it was simply just something occurring. 

You pass by about two villages along the open fields of Miroh before you turn down a more offbeat path from the stone street. It led up to a rather steep looking cliff face. If you squinted, you could see what looked like a door carved into the rock.

“We’re here.” Hyunjin simply said. 

You don’t respond, you only walk after him.

The two of you are about ten feet away from the door when Hyunjin suddenly turns and looks down at you.

“Camus’ temper is quite awful,” he warns, “I do suggest you keep your mouth shut and let me do the talking.”

Every sarcastic retort died on the tip of your tongue, it just wasn’t worth the battle with him. Plus, the look on his face was rather pleading. Gone was the arrogant, bored look to his face. 

“Whatever you say, Hyunjin.”

Content with your answer, Hyunjin turns around and walks up to the door. He leans in and tugs on a string that seems to be attached to a rock outside and then threaded through a chiseled hole in the cliff face and inside.

A bell rings on the inside of the door as soon as Hyunjins fingers pull it.

‘Clever.’ you admit in your head.

The sound of several locks comes from the door and a slot opens to reveal a set of piercing gold eyes. They lock on Hyunjin first, then you, then back to Hyunjin, to you again, and then once more back to Hyunjin.

“What?’ a voice asks.

“It is time for our bi-monthly exchange, Camus.” Hyunjin puts on a rather gentle, yet fake sounding, voice.

The eyes narrow and stare at Hyunjin for a long moment before the slot slides closed and several more locks sound like they’re being undone. 

The sheer amount of contraptions that it sounds like he’s undoing is enough to let a small giggle fall from your lips. Hyunjin whips his head around to glare at you.

You jump a bit and bite your lip to keep the laughter in just as the door swings open.

A taller man with golden skin opens the door and waves you both to come in. When his head turns to the side, you see the sharp pointed ears. Two High Elves in one day, it must be your lucky day.

Hyunjin walks towards the door and you follow, Camus immediately closes it behind you. He then slides several of the locks back in place, but most definitely not all of them. 

An immediate smell of decay assaults your nose and your face pulls into a disgusted sneer before you can even think twice about it.

Elves are usually so sanitary, what in the world was that smell?

Camus’ golden eyes snap towards you so fast it sends your blood cold. “Does something displease you about my home, woman?” Hyunjin looks over at you, his eyebrow twitches in annoyance.

“Nay,” you shake your head quickly, “I believe a bug may have followed me inside, that is all. I apologize.” You bow your head a little in an apology.

Camus stares at you for a long moment before turning and walking further into his underground home. A small sigh of relief leaves your chest, and you’re pretty sure you hear Hyunjin exhale as well.

Inside the cave it’s so dingy and moist; it’s everything you thought what Hyunjin’s work room would look like. If your nose is correct, rotting food fills the barrels along the walls, mold and mildew growing in the corners.

Was he attempting to grow something? Mushrooms were used in many different potions, but he could at least invest in a small shed to put outside. 

There’s one large room and then a doorway towards the back that leads to another. You’re not sure where that doorway leads, but Camus makes no move to go towards it, instead, he walks to the side of the room and behind a countertop.

“And what did you come for this time, court wizard?” it’s now that you notice his thick Elvish accent. 

Hearing his voice brings back so many memories of your father reading you bedtime stories. His voice was always so thick with the Elvish accent that you’re not sure if anyone ever understood him besides you and your mother.

“The usual supplies. Do you have any greenwood bark this time around?”

“Nay, not the season for it.”

“Bah,” Hyunjin curses under his breath and thinks for a moment, “Orange Day-Blossom stem?”

“Are you working on a new fire spell?”

“Aye, and I cannot get it to land physical impact damage, only temperature. I’m wondering if I possibly chew on the stem beforehand that I could possibly increase my pressure threshold in my palm.”

Camus’ eyebrows raise and he ponders Hyunjin’s statement for a long moment, “The blossom stem may help, but so could using a granite stone.”

“Any enchantment on the crystal?”

“None.”

“I will have to try that as well.”

Their magical jargon begins to fly over your head. You tried to keep up at first, but after a while it started to go in one ear and out the other. Perhaps if you had been able to study magic from a younger age, you would’ve been able to follow their conversation.

But you can’t.

Your eyes begin to wander around the underground room. Chests and barrels are the main pieces of furniture, a few shelves with various bowls and jars on them. 

One of the tables to your left against the wall has several weapons on top. You can just tell they have strong enchantments on them. One particular shield is emanating a soft blue glow. 

A small bedroll lies in the corner, about ten different journals all stacked up on the side nearest to the wall. Everything in your body wants to walk around and peek at the ingredients this seller has, but Hyunjin’s warning keeps your feet glued to your place on the floor.

“They were only five gold a piece last we met.” Hyunjin’s voice soured.

“Pardon me, I did not realize you were also a merchant in charge of the harvest of specialized goods. The rate has gone up.” Camus responds with an equal level of anger. 

Uh oh.

Two wooden chairs sat on either side of a wooden table to your right. There was a metal stein on top accompanied by a half-empty plate. It looks like your arrival interrupted a meal. 

When you look up, you see that Camus had his entire focus on Hyunjin. Slowly, you step closer to the table. 

“The rate has gone up-“ Hyunjin sputters, “That is four times the previous amount! I could get this in the capital.”

“Then get it there, Hwang.”

Hyunjin’s shoulders tense, his jaw muscles clench and unclench. His voice dips to a low octave. “I have told you not to call me that.”

Your hand reaches out slowly, the metal stein sliding along your fingertips. 

“And I have told you not to question my prices. Or have you forgotten and become daft? Time with humans can do that.” Camus’ voice dropped to a dangerous tone. 

Every danger sense in your body was going off. Your fingers wrap around the handle of the stein. 

Camus seems to have forgotten you were in the room completely. He leans over the counter towards Hyunjin, who doesn’t flinch or move away.

“Do I need to remind you who you’re dealing with?” Camus leans in further to Hyunjin. 

Everything happened at once. 

Camus reached up as fast as he could to grab the back of Hyunjin’s head and slam it down against the top of the counter. 

You launched the metal tankard at his hard as you could. 

The twang of the metal hitting his skull would’ve been comical in any other circumstance. 

Camus’ head recoils back and he releases Hyunjin’s head to grab at his own. Hyunjin stands up quickly and backpedals away from the counter at the same time you lunge forward. 

Both of your hands plant on the counter and you vault yourself over it, sending a nice, hard kick into Camus' chest to knock him over. 

A grunt and a growl leaves his throat. 

Camus recovers quickly, he grabs your ankle with a surprisingly strong grip and swings your body like it’s no more than a rag doll. 

You’re suddenly flying through the air and hitting a rather solid surface that yelps and cushions your shared collision into the wall.

All of the air is forced from your lungs on impact. 

Two warm arms are wrapped tightly around your waist when you hit the floor. 

It takes a second for you to get your bearings. Camus threw you into the wall that the table of weapons was against. All of the enchanted items were scattered over the floor. 

When you look up, Camus is moving his hands in the air. All of the light from the candles in the room fly towards his right palm like moths to a flame. 

Your eyes widen and a feeling of panic rips through you. 

A pained moan comes from behind you and you immediately register that it’s Hyunjin, his arms are loosely draped around your waist still. 

From his groan, it sounds like his head is still in the clouds from the impact into the wall. 

Camus’ hand pulls back to strike. 

As if acting on their own, your hands quickly reach over and grab the shield you spotted earlier. The straps fit around your forearm snugly.

Just in the nick of time, you bring the shield up and cover both you and Hyunjin. An enormous wave of heat washes over the two of you. 

The blast that hits the shield pushes you back and your arms scream in exertion. It feels like you’re standing under a waterfall of fire with the constant pushing. 

A low scream tears from your lips as it's taking every ounce of effort to not give into the push. Sweat drips all the way down your neck and forehead. 

One of the arms around your waist moves and there’s a slight pressure at your back between your shoulder blades.  

It feels like the blast lasts forever but in reality, it's only for a few seconds. 

There’s a split second of reprieve where Camus brings his hands around to prepare for another attack. 

With this miraculous opening, you spin around on your knees and create a discus like momentum to fling the shield at him. 

“No-!” Hyunjin’s voice is cut short. 

As soon as the shield makes contact with Camus, an explosion is heard. 

In slow motion, Hyunjin’s hand grabs the back of your tunic and yanks you back onto the ground. Your back hits the dirt and immediately his body comes on top of yours and straddles you completely, his head tucked into your neck to shield his own face. 

A slight purple glimmer covers the two of you and as if you’re watching behind a window, you see a shockwave of fire and smoke blow around. 

He must be putting up a ward to shield you both from the blast. 

Hyunjin begins panting against your neck, you can feel every exhale against your skin clear as day. Each breath is hot and long. It must be taking so much strength to keep a ward of this size up. 

His muscles straining, Hyunjin’s hands flex and unflex at the sides of your head, all of his weight resting on his elbows. His body begins to tremble. You can feel most of it pressed against you. The heat from his body permeates through your light armor. 

With this ward up, even sound isn’t penetrating through. In your ear, each exhale from Hyunjin’s mouth goes right into your ear. Your entire body shivers. 

After a few seconds, it’s just smoke that fills the room outside the ward. The glimmer fades as Hyunjin drops the ward. 

“Shield of absorption,” Hyunjin pants into the crook of your neck. When his lips move, they slide over your skin. “Whatever attack it absorbs, it can unleash back.”

“Impressive.” Your voice wavers and almost cracks. 

He needs to get off you. Now.

“I had the situation handled.” 

With how weak his voice is, you don’t think so. 

“I’ll remember that next time I watch your skull smack into a countertop.”

“You did not give me a chance.”

“You did not need one, I was sent here to protect you.”

“I can protect myself.”

“Then why did I come?”

Hyunjin finally lifts his head from the crook of your neck and looks down at you. It’s not until now that you notice he has dark red eyes, they would look brown if you were any further away. 

“And here I thought you might enjoy spending time with another Elf.”

As if a bucket of ice water was dumped over your head, your body tenses. Your heart begins beating uncontrollably and your eyes widen. 

“I am not… I do not know of what you speak of.”

Instead of answering, Hyunjin moves his hands closer to the sides of your head. 

In symmetric movements, he runs his finger tips up the length of your ears, pausing just below the tip. 

Electricity shoots down your neck and into your chest, all the way down to your toes, which curl in your boots. A tingling sensation blossoms in your head and you feel it on the roof of your mouth. 

A shiver wracks your body at the feeling. In a complete contrast from the ice water feeling, now it’s as if your body was dropped into a volcano. 

Everyone knows how sensitive an Elf’s ears are. Especially another Elf. 

Involuntarily, your eyelids come down and you bite your lip to stop a small noise from escaping your throat. It was a borderline whine that tried to come out. 

“As I thought.” He whispers down to you.

Reality washes over you and your eyes snap open. A snarl pulls at your lips and you shove him off of you. 

Hyunjin stares up at you with a cocky smirk while you brush the dirt off of your clothes. 

“You will say nothing.” You point down to him, your eyes hardened and serious. 

Hyunjin scoffs and crosses his arm, “You must be daft if you think they do not already know.”

You swallow nervously and look around, the smoke is beginning to settle. Camus was nowhere to be found. Maybe that giant soot spot on the ground is him. 

“They do not know, they will not know.” You reach up and pull your hair down over your ears. 

“Why do you care if they know of your blood?” He prods.

Does he not now?

“Let it go, Hyunjin.”

“It is not-“

You cut him off, “Enough!” Your eyes are fierce and your skin feels alive. “You will not utter a word about this to anyone in Miroh. Do I make myself clear Hwang Hyunjin.” 

Now it’s his turn for his eyes to harden. His chin dips downwards and he looks up at you with a murderous glare. 

“I will wait for you outside. Gather whatever materials you can salvage.” 

Out of the corner of your eye, you see the shield sitting on the ground, completely unscathed. On your way to the door, you scoop it off the ground and take it with you.

#skz x reader #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #lee know x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #han jisung x reader #felix x reader #seungmin x reader #jeongin x reader #stray kids fantasy au #animals without direction

[local-crying-boy]

Fell In Love With You

Legolas X GN!Reader

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Pairing: Legolas x Gender Neutral!Reader

Genre: One-Shot, fluff, comfort fic, childhood friends to lovers

Warnings: poorly translated Elvish

Summary: The first time you and Legolas confessed your love for each other after you assumed he was in love with another for years.

Trope: childhood friends to lovers

Word Count: 840

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Elvish Translations:

Legolas, how ceri- cin fare? = Legolas, how do you fare?

Im am far tríw, Y/n = I am quite fine, Y/n.

Im cannot n- os- cin, ú- ir im cannot ab- hin emel = I cannot be around you, not while I cannot deny these feelings.

Mellon = Friend

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Elves only fell in love once, most knew of this. It had barely come as a shock to you when you realised you had deep feelings for your old childhood friend, Legolas. As the two of you grew up, you became inseparable, you trained together all the time and hung out more than that.

You had always caught yourself staring at his beauty ever so often, even in your younger years. Though, you had always brushed this off as simple admiration for the Prince. However, almost as soon as you realised your feelings, you also realised the way he looked at Tauriel.

It caused you great pain to stay by your side, knowing that he'd never feel the same about you, but you still stayed by his side no matter what.

You had learnt the hard way that, sometimes, love can cause only pain and misery. You continued to stay by his side, though, continued to laugh and talk as if nothing had changed, fought and protected the same as if your feelings had never surfaced.

You had told yourself long ago that, no matter what, you would stay by Legolas’s side. Whether that was in battle, to comfort him or give him advice, you would be there.

You sit with your back to a tree and your sword in your lap with a sharpening steel in your right hand, the others sitting and chatting amongst each other. You have no desire to talk to them tonight.

“Y/n.” Legolas calls you, causing you head to turn towards him.

You hum in response, “Yes?”

He stares at you for a few, long seconds, “Are you feeling well?”

No, you thought, but simply nodded, “Yes. Are you feeling well?”

He stays quiet, settling beside you. You watch as he sits beside you, his hair slightly getting in the way of his flawless face.

“Legolas, how ceri- cin fare?” You ask, worry clear in your voice when he takes too long to reply.

He meets your gaze once more a offers a small smile, “Im am far tríw, Y/n.”

You nod, your eyes wondering back to your sword that lays still in your lap, how long had you been sharpening the damned thing?

The two of you sit in an awkward, but also normal, silence. A silence that can be awkward at first, but slowly turns into a silent, comfortable company.

"You have been distancing yourself." He says, his voice lowered.

You glare at the elf, "I have not, I have been conversed with the others, I have created a strong companionship."

He shakes his head, "Not distant to our new travelling partners, you have been distant to me."

This time, when you look up, your eyes lock with his. There's a sort of sadness in his eyes, a sorts of pain in not talking to you like you used to.

You look back to the sword in your lap, guilt pulling at your heart strings. How were you meant to tell Legolas that you’ve distanced yourself because you loved him?

“Im cannot n- os- cin, ú- ir im cannot ab- hin emel.” You mutter, “It pains me, mellon.”

“Pains you? In which way?” Legolas questions, “Have I offended you in some way, Y/n? Have I wronged you to make you distant?”

You shake your head, “Quite the opposite, you have made me incredibly infatuated with you in a way that makes my heart beat for you and only you, Legolas.”

A look of shock appears on the blond’s face, he freezes. For once in his long life, he freezes. You made The Prince freeze up, you!

You shake your head once more, “And it pains me to be spend my waking mornings and my days and nights with you when I know perfectly well that you are in love with Tauriel and see me no more than a trusted companion.”

"I have never been in love with Tauriel." Legolas simply states, "It has always been you."

Stunned, you simply stare him before muttering out, "Pardon?"

“It has always been you, Y/n.” Legolas repeats, his voice a melodic sounding tone, “I have always been in love with you.”

In disbelief, your eyes does not falter from Legolas’. Though, you noticed his hand rise to your cheek.

“If I may?” He asks, though he did not need an answer as you crash your lips onto his.

A sound of shock is muffled by your lips, but he quickly gets used to the feeling and kisses you back. The moment is full of complete passion and bliss, like everything that was going wrong faded away for those few seconds.

When the two of you pulled away, it was silent, the two of you simply looked into each others' eyes. Legolas' hand remained on your cheek, brushing away the hair that was near your face.

"I have wished to do that for many centuries now, though, I never knew how to confess to you." Legolas mutters, had it not been to your elven ears, you would not have heard him.

You let out a small laugh, almost like a sigh, "You know not how much I have desired to do that, my Prince."

"Perhaps, now, you can no longer distance yourself from myself anymore." He smiled.

You nodded, "Perhaps I will."

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[wordbunch]

how the hobbits look after you when you’re sick...

a/n: slightly modified the request by miss @starlady66 so it’s a teeny bit more general. hope y’all like it, let me know about it 💗💗💗 and maybe I’ll do one the other way round, a.k.a. reader looking after them; depends on my time and inspiration... And do you wanna read it👀😁 enjoy 😘

🍃 SAM 🍃

he absolutely goes mother-hen mode and we all knew that already

checks a hundred times if you’re cold, too hot, if your pillows are fluffed perfectly, do you have enough blankets, are you burning up, do you want to eat, drink something?

whatever it is that you need, he’s there

sometimes he even overwhelms you with the questions, but you know he means well and just wants to help

he obviously knows a lot about plants and he knows what tea (or any other herbal thingy) can make you feel at least slightly better

and don’t even get me started on how he makes the most delicious food and wants to feed you all the time so you get healthy and strong again

he can get fussy but he hates it so much when you’re not feeling well

however, you sometimes just want him to keep you company and hold you close - his cuddles are the best, it’s not only his food and drinks that make you feel better

he will cuddle you whenever you ask, he will play with your hair, tell you stories in a quiet, calming voice, whatever helps you relax and take your mind off of pain

very optimistic, he will cheer you up whenever needed, and he also knows that you have to get better soon under his attentive care

🍃  FRODO 🍃 

he would need a bit of time to notice that something’s a bit off with you, because he’s in his head a lot, but as soon as he figures you’re not at 100%, he basically drags you to bed

will want you to tell him what you want and what you think will help, he’s scared of doing something wrong and accidentally making you feel worse (A BABY)

on the outside he’s being very chill and logical, but on the inside he’s actually super worried, even if it’s a very minor cold, or a headache, or just a little bit of a cough

if he knows elvish, maybe he also knows some elvish healing methods or potions or teas?

if he doesn’t, he would try to dig something up from all the books

that would actually help a lot, or maybe it’s just your mind playing a trick on you since you know how much effort he put into it (BABY)

if you crave any specific food, he’ll make sure to get it or make it, if you want the room to be dark in order to be more comfortable, no problem at all, too!

when you’re feeling a bit better, he would entertain you by playing simple games together, like riddles, or some cards, because he won’t let you out of the house right away, but still knows you’re bored

he cannot wait for you to be all healthy again because he’s stressed

but overall he’s very attentive, very helpful, and you’re thankful for all of it

🍃  PIPPIN 🍃 

well he is pretty much lost, but worried to death, which isn’t a good combination, but it’s all out of love!!!

practically glued to your side all the time, even if it’s nothing serious - anything that is hurting you is serious enough to him (at some point you’re uncertain whether he’s not letting go of your hand because of you, or because of himself)

really appreciates it when you directly tell him what you want and need, because then he can actually go and do it and not feel useless, but he’ll try to be as fast as possible so he can return to you shortly

he’ll try to speak very quietly, almost in a whisper, so as to not startle you or cause you any further discomfort (A BABY)

maybe at some point he will ask Sam or Frodo for advice, and Sam sometimes even offers to bring over some food, because Pippin accidentally burning down the kitchen would just complicate things further

lowkey blames himself, because what if he shouldn’t have suggested going for a night walk, and then you got a cold??

what if he was singing too loudly around the house and gave you a headache??

he’ll ask if he may sit on the bed next to you or lie down with you, and you’re like??? of course???

usually he likes to sleep but he can’t when you’re not feeling good, so he will just stay awake and stroke your hair, or hold your hand as you drift off to sleep

if that is okay with you at the moment, he will ramble on about any random topic or sing any song he knows to distract you from whatever hurts

🍃  MERRY 🍃

no way you’ll get out of bed or lift a single finger as long as you’re sick, and he’s around

he’s brilliant at distracting you, if you’re waiting for your fever to go down, or you’re just cranky because of throat pain, he’s ready to make a full performance just to entertain you

he’ll try to guess what you might need, and then bring you stuff, and even if it’s not something that you needed at the moment, you don’t tell him that

he can quickly make you something to eat, but he also tries to get it done fast and come back to keeping his eyes on you

you need a massage? he’ll be more than happy to provide!

he will cuddle you as much as you want to, even if it means that he’ll catch whatever is making you sick (I guess eventually that just gives him an excuse to be babied later...), he will read to you, or you will read together in bed

but he will be the one holding the book, god forbid that you do anything even potentially physically strenuous

a few times he accidentally took a nap during your cuddle session, and then he felt super bad when he woke up, because he was supposed to be the one looking after you!

but you reassure him that it’s really okay and that he also needs to rest and relax

when you’re sleeping in, he will go and pick up random trinkets or snacks to bring you and cheer you up

#lotr imagine #Lotr headcanons #lotr x reader #lotr #lord of the rings imagine #frodo baggins x reader #samwise gamgee x reader #Sam gamgee x reader #merry brandybuck x reader #pippin took x reader #frodo x reader #samwise x reader #merry x reader #pippin x reader #Frodo baggins #samwise gamgee #pippin took #merry brandybuck #from my pocketses

[taki-yaki]

If you’re still taking prompts: Tav was abducted from wildspace, maybe she was a crew member of a spelljammer, maybe she was a passenger or a merchant, either way she’s not from Faerun. She falls for Astarion, but after the brain is defeated she has to return to wildspace. Perhaps staying in Faerun drastically shortens her very long lifespan, and her realm isn’t safe for Astarion, but she vows to return every so often, like once a year (e.g. origin story of the Tanabata festival in Japan). They essentially become immortal star-crossed lovers.

Hi Anon, my inbox is always open, unless stated otherwise on my pinned post as the first thing you see.

I haven’t really read much on dnd spelljammer stuff so this finally got me around to reading it. For this Tav though, I’ll make them an astral elf as I found their culture to be interesting.

Astarion x Astral Elf Tav/Spell Jammer Headcanons

You are an Astral elf, known for exploring the wild space cosmos for over 150 years of your life, as a part of a crew of spell-jammers. Being one of the younger members of the crew, as a gifted aristocrat, able to channel the power of sunlight through your magic that courses through you.

Despite your bounty of skills at your disposal, the only weakness you face is leaving that plane seemed to shorten your lifespan making you bound to the astral plane for your entire lifetime. But after the mind flayers snatched you from your ship, the tadpole inside seemed to have gifted you a normal lifespan, allowing you to survive in the land of Toril.

But exploring the land of Faerûn seemed to be a short-lived dream, as your new goal was to rid yourself of the guest who has now taken up residence inside your head, wishing to transform you into a mindflayer.

The Githyanki in your group, who’ve you known to be hostile in most of your encounters in the astral high seas, seemed to have both united over a common hatred for the mind flayers who put you in this position in the first place.

However, you weren’t the only one who realisation that having these tadpoles isn’t for the best in the long term. Astarion, who you thought at a glance was a variant of astral elf himself, was a vampire. Now able to giddily enjoy the glow of the sun without having to feel as he describes “the wrath of biting ants all over your skin.”

Most of Faerûn’s customs are unfamiliar to you, from the ritual the priest makes you go through in the goblin camp to the gifting of wild floral plants to ones you care deeply for. 

Another struggle that you face is your lack of elvish language knowledge. Growing up, you only ever saw the need to learn common and celestial. 

Astarion would notice your lack of elven knowledge and try to teach you some basic phrases, although most of his classes would involve him trying to teach you flirty phrases to say under the pretence that it’s a common greeting.

Despite his teasing, you would attempt to return the favour by showing him simple celestial phrases, with the surprise that it doesn’t set his throat on fire after speaking in a holy tongue.

During the nights in the shadow-cursed lands, when the warmth of the sun can’t reach, you use some of your solar magic to replicate the feeling of warmth on his skin.

One of these nights on the road towards Baldur's Gate, the two of you are star gazing in silence, until you point up at the sky at two lone stars in the inky darkness above you. “In my culture, we believe our people get carried into the astral sea and turned into stars, I think those two are like us.”“Really, just some little lights in the sky?”, you turn to meet his gaze, “Well you have ‘star’ in your name right?”.

Astarion even suggests going through with the ritual, before having to stop him stating that even if you were made immortal, your soul is still bound to the astral realm and immortality would make you nothing but a husk of a person over time. But you make the promise to visit him one day every year, by opening a portal to the realm of Toril.

During the weeks leading up to fighting the brain, you gift him a small wrapped parcel. “Hmm? Darling, what’s this?” ”Something special, just open it” Looking back at him with a grin, upon peeling off the wrapping, revealed a smooth carved stone with an odd pattern on it. 

He looks back at you, slightly confused as if you’ve got mad “Darling, this is just a rock”, “Not just any rock silly”. You pull out an identical stone to the one he’s holding and quietly mutter some words into it, for the one in Astarions hand to parrot back what was just spoken.“It’s for when I have to go, we can still speak to each other through it, but for now I prefer to hear your voice from you.”

He lets out a soft sigh “You’re always thinking a few steps ahead my sweet, but obviously my voice sounds better coming from my throat than some rock” letting out a smile.

After the defeat of the netherbrain, the tadpole now destroyed, you feel the effects of your lifespan being shortened after being outside your realm for so long, knowing that it is your time to leave, Astarion runs to you carrying you into the safety of the shadows to avoid himself from burning up. “I’m sorry, I want to stay with you, but I have to go now ”

Astarion holds you as tight as he can, uttering the phrase “Ai armiel telere maenen hir.” "You hold my heart forever.” as many times as he can count before you climb onto the dragon, to return to the astral plane, home.

Every night after he would visit the surface from the Underdark at night, looking up into the stars, muttering into the sending stone, message after message, all in Elven tongue, “I love you so much” “I’ve been doing well with the other spawn” “I’m thinking of you every day my love”. He’d wait with bated breath to hear your response back in return.

However, when the day arrives when the two of you are reunited only for a day every year, you stay in each other's embrace, practically bound together, before having to return home to the astral plane.

#astarion x tav #astarion x reader #bg3 astarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion headcanons

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Kinktober Day 25: Edge Play- Legolas

Summary: Legolas is just so loud you can’t help but tease him

Word count: 1, 959

The smell of the warm soup and side of delicious cheese and fruit (generously given by the elves of Lothlorien) fill your senses as you take a seat by the warm fire.

“There you are, Miss Y/N.” Samwise smiles warmly at you as he hands you a bowl of warm soup and a small plate of cheese and fruit.

“Thank you, Samwise.” You smile back as Legolas sat beside you with a warm smile of his own.

It was only about a week into the quest when both you and Legolas found comfort in each others arms, and other parts of your bodies. You both longed to give each other affection whenever you pleased, but this quest was so important that you had to find time whenever you could.

Your eyes quickly flicked to each other with a subtle smile, the others making their way to join you both. The subtle way Legolas shuffles towards you and his thigh touches yours makes your skin ignite. You’re both so desperate that any touch you’re able to get is filled with excitement and thrill.

It was only about 40 minutes of eating and talking with the rest of the fellowship before everyone started heading to sleep. A simple 40 minutes of sitting with friends, but with Legolas sitting so close to you and seeing his cheeky smile as he jokes with the others drives you wild. He looks over to you every now and then, those small glances making you want to throw caution to the wind and kiss him right there, but unfortunately you had to keep your composure.

Aragorn was on first watch, so the three of you sat there together in a comfortable silence while everyone drifted off to sleep around you. Though Legolas seemed to be handling the close contact with you well, inside he was driven just as mad as you.

Legolas looked between the fire, Aragorn and then you, trying to calm his racing thoughts of what he wanted you to do to him, of the sounds you make and the way you make his skin burn with need and desire. As he feels his pants tightening and his cock hardening he abruptly stands, making both you and Aragorn stare at him.

“I’m going to go scout ahead, just to be sure.” He quickly announces as he makes his way into the woods.

Both you and Aragorn follow his path in the woods, bewilderment etched into both of your faces.

“I’m gonna go follow him, see if he’s okay.” You announce to your worried friend as you make your way to follow Legolas.

Aragorn offers you a friendly smile as you follow the white hair of the handsome elf prince. His hair shined so brightly in the dark night that it seemed to guide your way toward him.

“Legolas!” You whisper shout at him once you’d both made it a little while into the woods. You were close enough that you could still see the glow of the fire but not so close to be heard talking.

He turns his whole body around to stare at you, his eyes filled with lust and need, yours looking very similar. Darting towards him, you push him against a tree as you kiss him hungrily. The kiss is full of passion and heat and you both fight to touch any inch of the other that you can. One of your desperate hands bunches the fabric of his tunic while the other pulls wildly at his enchanting hair. Legolas’ hands are just as desperate as they quickly alternate between grabbing at your hips, ass and breasts, too excited and desperate to make up his mind as to where he touches you.

You didn’t want to pull away from him for even a second, but the need for air seemed to win over your need to touch him. Pulling away you both hungrily stared into each others eye, as you both panted from the hungry way you had been devouring one another.

You stared up at him cheekily as the hand in his hair loosened and instead made its way to his beautiful elvish ear. Your pointer finger lightly traced from the pointed tip, all the way down to the delicate lobe. Watching his reaction intently had your core even more alight and your pussy beginning to clench around nothing.

With his eyes closed and his mouth in a perfect ‘o’ shape, you couldn’t help stare at the handsome prince in wonder.

“I’m so glad I found out about your sensitive ears, Legolas, you look so pretty like this.” You tease him as you rub small circles with your thumb and forefinger at the top of his pointed ear.

While your fingers teased his ear, your knee pressed in between his legs, rubbing against his now very hard cock, his quiet deep moan causing you to chuckle.

“All of this just from sitting beside me and kissing me for a few minutes?” You question his as your hand now replaces your knee, rubbing his impressive cock over his tight trousers.

The way you kneaded his cock made his head fly back against the tree and another desperate moan to escape him.

“Ye-yes, but if I were to feel you, I’m sure you’d have soaked through your undergarments by now.” He cheekily smirks down at you.

“Mmmhh, perhaps, but can you blame me?” You cheekily retort.

Legolas chuckled as he began to respond with another cheeky comment, but was abruptly interrupted with a bite to his neck, your fingers now digging into his ear and playing with it harshly. Knowing how loud he was going to be, your other hand quickly left the front of his trousers to cover his mouth.

“You are such a loud boy, little prince.” You smirk up at him, making him playfully roll his eyes at you.

“Come on, sit us on the ground, darling and I’ll make sure you feel good before Aragorn starts to get suspicious.”

Not needing anymore encouragement, Legolas surprises you by lifting you up by the back of your thighs, before lowering himself into a seated position at the base of the tree.

Once you’re both seated on the ground you begin to grind into him, your hand once again returning to his ever sensitive ear. Quickly your hand moves over his mouth once again, attempting to prevent any noise from escaping.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to let you finish tonight if you’re going to be this loud.” You jokingly laughed at him as your hands now came to rest beside you. Your teasing comment caused a pout to form on the cute princes face.

“I can be quiet.” He told you matter of factly, but you knew it wasn’t true.

“Okay, if you promise to be nice and quiet then I’ll make you finish, sweet prince, but you have to promise. We don’t want Aragorn walking in on our fun.” You smile up at him cheekily.

“I promise.” He spoke as he let out a sigh and rolled his eyes.

His slightly childish reaction making you give him a toothy smile as you began to return to his neck.

“Okay, sweet prince,” you began as you leaned into his ear “I hope you’re right.” You whisper softly into his ear, blowing cool air onto the sensitive part of the elf, lightly grinding into him as you did.

Legolas began to let out a moan before he quickly remembered his promise and bit into his bottom lip.

“Good boy.” You whispered to him with a devilish smile as you began to litter his neck with open mouth kisses.

While your mouth works to tease his neck, your hands begin to untie the laces of his trousers. Freeing his cock, you began to stroke his desperate member. Feeling you work him so perfectly, his head flys back and his eyes squeeze shut. Biting harder into his lip he lets out a deep moan of pleasure.

With one hand you worked his cock and with the other you played with his ear, stroking both of them purposefully as you stared at the enchanting looking elf. To have a being so perfect and beautiful at your mercy like this felt like a blessing, it almost made you feel bad for what you were about to do to him, almost.

Legolas’ moans became louder and by the intense way he was thrusting into your hand, you knew he was close.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” You ask him in a seductively breathy voice as you speed up your pace.

Legolas could only quickly nod his head in response, his eyes still squeezed shut as he tried hard to focus on being quiet. Despite the harsh way he was biting his lip (unfortunately blood now appearing on his glowing skin) he was still so loud.

Just as you could feel him about to release, you let go of both his ear and his cock. His eyes flew open at the way his pleasure was taken away from him.

“You were biting your lip hard enough to draw blood and yet you were still so loud, sweet prince. I can continue giving you pleasure but I won’t let you finish, I do not want to disrupt the others and have them ruin our fun.” You answered his unasked question, false worry laced in your voice.

Legolas’ head once again flys back onto the tree with closed eyes.

“You are so cruel to me.” He pitifully pouts at you in an over-exaggerated fashion.

“Is that what I am?” You chuckle at him, taking his cock in your hand once again, harshly rubbing his sensitive shaft as your other head presses over his mouth and pushing his head against the tree.

The way you’ve teased his sensitive ears and have denied his orgasm is driving him mad, but he believes you will finally give him release. He quickly approaches his orgasm again as his hips wildly buck into your hand. Truly he believes you’ll be kind and let him cum, but unfortunately you cruelly take your hand away from him once again. An annoyed groan leaves him as he looks to you again, with pleading eyes and a childish pout.

“I am desperate for you all day and all of this night and when you finally have me, you don’t allow me to finish. How could you be so cruel?”He whines into your neck, lightly kissing the skin.

“You are so loud, Legolas.” You laugh at him as your hand reaches into his hair, shoving his head backwards.

Smirking down at the pouting prince, your lips find their place by his ear once again.

“Wouldn’t want the rest of the fellowship to know how much of a desperate whore you are, would we, Legolas?” You ask him teasingly as you lick a strip up the length of his ear, causing him to shudder and moan as his eyes roll back.

Having your fun for the evening you stand from the princes lap as you begin to walk back to camp, a devilish smile on your lips. Legolas quickly scurries up from his spot on the floor, fumbling to tie his trousers once again.

“Wait, but you have not received release either.” Legolas looks into your eyes pleading once again as he turns you around by your bicep.

“Aawww, I know, darling, but unlike you, I can touch myself and no one will notice. I suppose no one but you that is, with your acute hearing.” You cheekily smirk at him again as you tap the top of each ear before turning to once again to return to camp, your desperate elf lover following closely behind.

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[tar-maitime]

if I had words (to make a day for you)

For @maedhrosmaglorweek Day 6: Respite Prompt: AUs & fix-its

Their brothers are alive again.

They are alive and they are not monsters; they are the best versions of themselves, rather than the ragged, snarling things they’d been at the ends of their lives. They are all safe, and nothing will take them away again.

Fingon is alive, too. He survived the Nirnaeth, or it never happened and they did something different. Maglor has never been frozen in his tracks as his sister screams with the agony of a shattered marriage bond, never had to drag her bodily from that terrible battlefield. She is happy; she is whole.

Sirion was never sacked. Neither was Doriath. There were no further kinslayings. Eärendil and Elwing must have met some other way, because Elrond and Elros are alive, they have to be, but it wasn’t because Doriath fell. Gondolin is still fine, too, because why not.

Elrond and Elros still know him and Nelyë, somehow - no, they’ve never met; the twins are safe with their parents - no, they were sent to foster with him and Nelyë. He does not deserve it, not even a little, but he cannot bear to not have them in his life. And Nelyë is better, with them.

Thingol’s people allowed the fostering and don’t hate them because...because there was no kinslaying at Alqualondë. His sword and his siblings’ never ran red with elvish blood. The Teleri loaned their ships willingly. There was no fire, and no Grinding Ice.

Perhaps his father is alive, then. Alive and not mad. That would be nice.

Perhaps - yes. His grandfather is alive. Finwë was never slain, because Morgoth and Ungoliant were never allowed to come to Formenos. Something stopped them, it doesn’t matter what, and there was no Darkening, and no theft of the Silmarils, and no Oath. Clearly, they came to Beleriand anyway, but in peace, out of simple curiosity and desire to explore. They have been free and content for centuries, and his family is whole and happy, and always will be.

Nelyë is free and content and whole and happy.

Maglor lets himself sit for a long moment, in the last echoing notes of the story he’s been weaving for himself, the Song as he would re-sing it if he were to be given the chance. It is as beautiful and unattainable as the evening star.

Then he musters a deep breath and leaves the dream behind to go and help his sister try to mitigate their reality.

#silmarillion #maedhrosmaglorweek #maglor #kind of a bait and switch i know #sorry (sort of) #drabble

[entishramblings]

The Innocence of Brutality Pt. 3 [Legolas/F!Reader]

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7

A.N: and I present part 3 to you!!!! Enjoy!

Request: none

Pairing: Legolas X Fem!Reader

Summary: The Reader is Rámaitë Mahtar, a warrior spirit race, and she meets the fellowship on their quest to destroy the ring. 

Disclaimer: Any mythology relating to the Rámaitë Mahtar is not canon as I made up Rámaitë Mahtar. Also, all elvish was translated from a translator site—it may not be accurate.

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Warnings: nudity (not sex), mentions of war, mentions of torture, violence, fluff

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That night, they settled into a camp rather late, for Aragorn and Gandalf wanted to put as much distance as possible between them and the bloodbath. So, exhausted and worn down, they huddled by the fire, doing the tasks they must attend to.

(Y/N), on the other hand, was still covered in orc blood. It was like a second skin at this point. A hardened, cracked shell of war. But it seemed she didn't want to wear such a thing, for she walked towards the river that ran by the edge of their camp. Immediately, she began to peel her clothing off, as well as the bandage upon her wing.

Instantly, all the men adverted their eyes and went about their tasks—building a fire, making food, treating minor scratches, taking a leak, etc.

The winged woman let her body drift into the water. It wasn't deep, not enough for a swim, for it hung around her waist calmly. Still, she crouched down and dipped her head under, letting it wash over her entire form. She stayed under the smooth liquid, allowing it to envelope her.

When she came up, she inhaled slowly. She felt much better, much cleaner. The water, as cold as it was—especially at the night—felt good on her skin. The movement of the river took away all the grim, dirt, and blood from not only her body but her wings. It rippled through each feather, cleaning off anything that lingered. Additionally, it felt relaxing and soothing on her injury. The water was almost healing in a sense.

(Y/N) spent much time in the river, letting it loosen her muscles, but as the chill began to settle, she decided to opt to spend time near the fire. Therefore, she rose from the water, gathered her dirty clothes in her arms, and approached the men once again.

She dropped the fabric in a pile on a log and stood before the flames.

Aragorn cleared his throat awkwardly. "(Y/N), where are your clothes?"

She, seemingly not having any qualms about being bare before them, gestured to the fabric. "They are bloody."

Legolas glanced up and instantly, his lips parted. Of course, from Aragon's words he had expected her to be naked—again—but he hadn't expected....this. She was absolutely ethereal. Legolas, of course, had seen her body considering the circumstances, but now...Valar. She stood before them with all the dirt, ash, and blood finally washed away. Her wet skin sparkled in the firelight, golden hues dancing upon the smooth flesh. Water dripped from every bend and twist of her body, running down in simple streams. But it was those wings of hers that held his attention. Originally, he had thought them to be a shimmery gray color. Now, however, he could see they weren't. They were clean of all harsh elements. Extending from her back, bright white with reflective colorful hues of pinks, blues, and yellows danced upon each feather. They practically glowed in the flame's lingering kiss. She was beautiful.

"You have to wear clothes," Aragorn's voice drawled on.

Legolas, blinking, averted his eyes again.

She crossed her arms. "Why?"

"Because that is what we do in this world." He gestured to all the men. "We are all wearing clothes."

Boromir cleared his throat. "She may use my extra tunic."

All eyes drifted to him with confusion as he stood.

He awkwardly brought the fabric to the woman. As he handed it to her, he spoke gently. "Thank you for fighting for us today. We would not have had such a good chance if you were not there."

(Y/N) tilted her head for a moment, those curious eyes, once again, staring into his soul, until she finally nodded in acceptance.

He turned to walk away, but she spoke again, holding the fabric close to her body. "What were they?"

Each person glanced around at the other, unsure what to say.

Boromir, however, answered. "They are orcs. Beasts bred for a vile purpose."

Legolas, thinking of his previous conversation with Gandalf, decided to add to Boromir's statement with the intent to pry into (Y/N)'s knowledge of good vs. evil. Even though he heard such horrid tales from the wizard, he still believed she could be good—that she could be kind and caring. "These orcs, they serve someone who is trying to harm us," he said.

"Why?"

Once again, eyes shifted nervously.

"We carry something that they want."

She frowned. "Why do you carry it?"

"To destroy it," he replied. "We are taking it to be destroyed so many will not be subject to harm."

"To help?" she questioned, looking for a simple answer. She seemed to like simple answers.

Legolas nodded. "Yes, to help. We want to help save the world and its people."

She bobbed her head up and down in understanding.

Surprisingly, it was Frodo who spoke. "(Y/N), do you want to help us do it?"

The air went absolutely silent at that question.

"Will it help you?" she asked.

He nodded.

"Then I will help."

A breath, that none realized they had been holding, seemed to slip back into the atmosphere.

(Y/N), however, did not pick up on such relief. Instead, she began pulling the tunic over her head, struggling to get it to lay correctly with her wings.

Legolas, seeing this, sighed in dismay. It was sad, really.

He stood upright. "Let me help." He approached her and began to pull the fabric over her body. It hung low and loosely in her front, but the back was simply not going to happen.

"Sam," he called out, "Could you pass me a blanket?"

The hobbit nodded and scrambled to get one to the elf. Legolas then wrapped it around (Y/N)'s waist, tying it taught, like a skirt.

"Aragorn, we will be needing to get her clothing that will fit her. Maybe the next town or market?"

He shook his head. "We can't risk getting too close."

"We cannot have her going on like this," he replied. "If she is to journey with us, she needs adequate clothing."

"How will we even get her into a town, Legolas? Those wings—"

(Y/N) interrupted. "Wings go away."

Both men twisted to look at her, unsure of what she meant.

"(Y/N)," Legolas began softly. "They are a part of you. We can't cut them off."

She shook her head. "No. They go inside when not broken."

Aragorn's lips parted, realizing what she was saying. "They retract," he blurted.

She nodded.

"That will make things easier, we wont have to get anything custom sewed. We can just purchase pre-made clothing in a size that will fit. It would be in and out rather quickly," Legolas said.

Pippin interjected into their conversation. "If we're gonna be going into a town, why don't we stay the night? Get a nice bed. Some fine ale and comforts!"

"And stock up on some more food, Strider!" Sam added.

Aragorn shook his head. "A night is too risky."

Gimli chimed in. "Nay, it's not. Not if it's only one night and we mind our own business."

"We are a strange group, Gimli, are we not? People would likely ask questions if we came bumbling in."

"So we split up," Boromir said. "We go in separate groups, a couple to a room. This far east the hobbits can pass as children."

Aragorn, inhaled deeply, seemingly thinking it through. After a moment, though, he nodded. "Fine. But it all depends on those wings. When will they be able to retract?"

Legolas frowned. "Let me look at the injury." He turned back to the woman. "(Y/N), may I?"

She nodded, bringing the wing down from its height. Legolas then began examining it, being sure to be careful...and cautious considering he now knew how much of a weapon they really were.

He frowned.

"What? What is it?" Aragorn said, worried.

He shook his head. "Nay, nothing is wrong. It's just—it is healing quickly. Much faster than such an injury should."

"She is Rámaite Mahtar," Gandalf stated simply. "Their bodies are designed for war. That includes healing. An injury that should take months or even years can be healed in a matter of weeks."

"The wing should be fully repaired within a couple of days, I believe," Legolas said. "It did receive a minor setback today with all the fighting, but it is nearly fixed. Let me put another poultice on it and wrap it for the night."

Aragorn dipped his head.

The fellowship drifted to their bed rolls with small smiles of excitement, for they much so desired one night of comforts.

"Is that alright?" Legolas asked. "If I treat the wound again?"

(Y/N) looked up at him and nodded, sitting down upon the grass. They had done it enough times now that it was now a regular occurrence, but Legolas always asked permission.

As Legolas worked, (Y/N)'s eyes drifted closed and her body relaxed. Legolas knew she was tired. The battle was probably exhausting—even more so if he considered the fact that she may have been in chains for eons...and most definitely tortured considering Morgoth was the one who watched her prison. His heart filled with sadness as he thought of that. It must have been so painful. So horrible.

Sam, the sweet hobbit, had come by them and collected (Y/N)'s dirty clothing. He began washing it in the river. Legolas sent him a grateful smile as he did so, for it was an act of complete kindness. He knew the little hobbit was doing it as a thank you for saving them. If she wasn't there, at least some of them would have been dead. Legolas knew that. He had fought in enough battles. Besides, considering they would need to keep moving tomorrow, clean clothing was a necessity. The makeshift fabric upon her form now would not hold in such terrain.

With curiosity tugging in the corners of his mind, Legolas decided to speak to (Y/N). Maybe he could get some answers from her, different from the biased ones Gandalf told him. "(Y/N), where were you before you came to us."

She opened her eyes and stared right into Legolas. Time seemed to stretch on as she examined his gaze, seemingly wondering if she should tell him or not.

"I was...I was in the dark," she replied softly.

He gently touched her wrist with the bruises that were now almost faded. "Is that where those came from?"

She looked down at his hand upon hers and nodded. "Yes."

"How long were you there for?"

She shrugged. "Don't know. Long."

He began moving his thumb in soft circles of comfort as he spoke again in that same gentle tone. "Did they hurt you there?"

(Y/N) blinked, turning her head way. "Yes."

Sensing that that was all the information he was going to get tonight, he ceased his questions and went back to tending to her wing. He didn't want to push.

After a couple of moments, however, she turned back to face him.

At first, he thought maybe she was going to tell him more of her life. But she did not speak.

Instead, her gaze did not move from his expression. Damn those beautiful curious eyes. They bore into him fiercely. So much so, that he stopped his task and looked up. "Is there something wrong, (Y/N)?"

"Why," she began as she reached her hand forward, her palm cupping his cheek.

Slightly startled, he sucked in a shaky breath. She had never touched him like...like this. She had grabbed at his arm when wanting his attention. She had pulled on his limbs to stop herself from slipping on the rough terrain (he assumed she normally would fly because legs didn't seem to really be her thing). And she had smacked him in the face with her wing when she didn't care enough to avoid his form when he was 'in her way.'

Her finger extended to touch his ear. "Why are yours pointed?"

Legolas, squeezing his eyes shut, noticeably shivered at her touch. He was quick to grab her hand and pull it from his ear.

She frowned at him, clearly unhappy at his lack of consent.

"I, uh," he stuttered. "They are pointed because I am an elf. Aragorn and Boromir are human. Gimli is a dwarf. The hobbits, well, they are hobbits. Their ears are also pointed. Gandalf is a wizard. We are all different races, so we are all different.

(Y/N) looked to Aragorn and Boromir before looking back at Legolas. "What is the difference besides ears?"

He raised a brow as he started to wrap the wing in bandages once again. "Between elves and humans?"

She nodded.

"Well, elves have better senses—sight, touch, smell, hearing, and even taste. We are stronger and faster. We, uh, also live for many more years. We live until we are killed."

"I live until killed," she replied simply.

His blue eyes drifted upwards, surprised by her words. "Is that so?"

She nodded. "Yes." She then looked to the others before looking back at the Prince. "Will you be...be..." She frowned, clearly searching for a word. "When they are gone will you be like—like when there are no more sausages left."

Legolas chuckled lightly. "You mean sad?"

"Sad?" she questioned.

He bobbed his head. "Yes." He then tapped her heart lightly. "Sad is when it hurts in here."

She nodded. "Yes. Sad."

Legolas sighed. "I suppose, I will be sad. They are my friends and I do not wish to have them absent from my life. It will be very hard to see them eventually pass from this world if they do not die on this mission."

"I am your friend."

He smiled at her, tucking the last of the fabric into a taught spot. "Yes, you are."

Her next words seemed too abruptly blurt out. "I will also be sad."

"You will?"

(Y/N) nodded. "Yes. I like friends." She then reached forward, grabbing a lock if his hair in her hand. She began to twist it between her fingers. "We will still be friends, yes? Even when they are....gone."

Legolas gently reached up and untangled her fingers from his hair. "Yes, if that is what you want."

She nodded.

"Very well then." He stood from his kneeling position. "I have first watch tonight. You should get some rest." With that, he stood up and took post at the front of the camp, his bow held in his hand.

(Y/N) exhaled as she watched him standing as still as a hunter looking for prey. For some reason, she wanted to stand with him. Instead, however, she turned and moved towards the hobbits who were already attempting to sleep.

"Ow! Pip! You are steeling all the blankets!"

"Yeah! It's cold. Give me some!"

"Oi! You've taken them all!"

"I did not!!!"

(Y/N) frowned as she sat upon her blanket about five feet away.

"Give 'em back, Merry!"

"You are the one with all of them!"

(Y/N) flared out her wings from their dropping position with a rather loud snap, drawing everyone's attention—including the hobbits. She didn't pay mind to the stares though. Instead, she turned on her side, facing away from the hobbits, and let both her wings lower over them like that of a blanket.

"Oh," one whispered quietly.

"This–this is very nice."

"Very warm. Much better than a blanket!"

She did not speak. She let her eyelids close as she drifted to sleep. The hobbits soon followed.

A couple of hours later, Aragorn approached Legolas and stood beside him for a moment before speaking. "It is my turn for watch, mellon nin (my friend)."

"I don't know if I could sleep right now," the elf replied.

The man did not turn to look at him. "Because of (Y/N)?"

Legolas swallowed dryly.

"I saw the two of you earlier. When you were binding her wing. She touched your ear. A very intimate act for your people."

"She doesn't know any better."

Aragorn raised a brow. "You didn't correct her though."

"I removed her hand."

"That is not enough. Part of me thinks you didn't want to tell her."

Legolas shifted. "She just wouldn't understand if i tried too."

"She has learned a lot in the past three weeks. I bet she would understand if you explained it to her. You are the one teaching her the most." He cleared his throat, his tone changing into one of slight teasing. "Wonder why that is?"

The elf cleared his throat. "Gandalf says that the Rámaite Mahtar can't tell the difference between good and evil. That they can't feel things like we do. But I think he is wrong. I think they can."

"Do you hope that she may feel something for you?"

Legolas tried to hide the red hue that danced upon his cheeks. "That is not what I meant." He turned to face his friend. "She asked me about how I would feel when you all died and I was left living."

"What did you say?"

"She was the one who described sadness. She just didn't know the word for it."

"And?"

"And she said she would be sad too because she would also still be here."

Aragorn's eyes drifted toward her and the hobbits under her wing before focusing back on Legolas. "She is immortal then?"

The Prince nodded. "Unless slain."

"Like you."

He nodded. "Yes."

Aragorn cleared his throat. "Why don't you rest?"

Legolas sighed. He knew he should.

Therefore, with only a quick dip of the head, the elf departed from his friend. Aragorn's words burned into his mind. He knew what the man was trying to say. He knew what he had meant.

The Prince laid down upon his back on his mat, only a couple of feet away from (Y/N). He let his head turn to the side, watching her sleep, until he too drifted into the land of dreams. However, only a couple of hours passed before he was jolted awake by a heavy mass smacking into him.

With a loud gasp, he tried to sit upwards and reach for his bow. He did not get very far.

Pinned to the ground, he frantically looked around himself with wide eyes in an attempt to see the enemy that knocked the air from his lungs. But he saw no enemy. No, he only saw a white fluffy wing covering his form—the bandaged part only two feet to the left of his chin. Legolas, still breathing heavily, turned his head to look at (Y/N).

She had rolled onto her stomach in her sleep. Her other wing, the uninjured one, still laid peacefully over the hobbits.

Legolas glanced at the wing on his chest again. Then back to her. Then over to the chuckling from the edge of camp.

Aragorn, smirking, sent him a look.

Legolas rolled his eyes before letting his head fall back to the ground with a loud huff. He didn't make any motion to do anything about the wing upon his chest. He just let it rise and fall with his breath.

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[luna-redamancy]

I see that requests are open! I'm going to keep this one simple. Morgoth and Sauron sharing a female reader. Interpret that as you will.

You see...When I first read this... My brain went: Smut. SMut. SMUT. Straight-up spiciness. But no, we are wholesome tonight! Enjoy:

The morning air was crisp, but you could only feel it on the tip of your nose as you woke up, eyes blinking to adjust to the bright room. You were warm, surrounded by heat. 

Melkor had his head on top of yours, his chin resting on the crown of your head with his hand holding yours, his other under the pillow. 

Mairon was behind you, face buried in your neck with his one arm looped around your waist to keep you to him- like a child hugging onto a stuffed bear at night. His legs were tangled with yours while Melkor’s right leg was up and over the two of you, trapping you in. 

Shifting slightly to roll over, it appeared that you awoke Melkor. 

Making a sound mixed between a groan and a sigh, Melkor lifted his head upwards for you to move freely. 

Mairon stayed asleep, grip loosening ever so slightly as you shifted before he scrunched his brows in his sleep, pulling you tight against his chest once more. 

Chuckling to himself, Melkor pressed a kiss to your shoulder as he lowered himself to hold you from behind. His eyes shut with a blissful expression as he inhaled your scent. The lingering smell of your body wash and shampoo infiltrated his senses as he nuzzled his nose against your flesh. 

Now that you were awake you couldn’t fight the urge. Mairon was so so pretty, his long eyelashes kissing the flesh of his under-eyes, expression peaceful and content now that you were flush against him again. 

Licking your lower lip, you glanced from his eyes down to his lips, soft and plush looking. Leaning up, you pressed your lips to his own, feeling his body slowly awoke by your ministrations. He stiffened before relaxing, hand changing positions from holding onto your waist to cradling your cheek to tilt your head back and deepen the kiss. It was loving, strong, and for a moment you could feel his love for you that nearly reached obsession.

As you two separated, you laughed at his dazed expression, kissing his nose before relaxing against the pillow. 

“Now, now, that’s not fair,” Melkor tsked, kissing your shoulder again. “He gets all the kisses this morning,” Early in your relationship with these two you’d assume he was jealous, angry at you for sharing your lips with another, but in reality, it’s just his coded way of requesting his own kisses without outright saying so. 

“Big baby,” You huffed, but the amused smile on your lips told the two of them that you were anything but angry. 

Twisting to lay on your back, you carefully held Melkor’s face in your hand, guiding his lips to yours. Melkor’s kisses were softer, less demanding, but still had that obsessive passion emitting from them like his other lover as he adjusted to holding himself over you.

When he pulled away, it was you in a daze, making Mairon's laugh grace your ears as he leaned over you to capture Melkor’s lips in his own. 

Your heart felt full and nearly bursting as the two also exchanged morning kisses. 

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