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runawaymun · 2 years

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For @tolkiengenweek day 5 - loosely on prompts “culture” and “traditions”.

Posted late in the day because I kept meaning to write fluff and then this happened??? Anyway let’s play the Lindir whump game, because he’s my woobie babie who gives me cuteness aggression.

My headcannoned Lindir (Hobbit films specifically!) backstory has had me no thoughts head empty and this happened to be the perfect time to also sneak in some headcannons about Sindarin vs Noldorn vs Silvan cultural values as well. Quick disclaimer: I think the Silvan elves are really cool I promise they just happen to be jackasses in this particular moment in time.

SUMMARY: Elrond finds a stray in Thranduil's forest and takes him home. Because of course he does.

CW for bullying and for mentioned interactions which are not exactly but could be metaphors for harassment.

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Thranduil was nothing if not an excellent host, but there always came a point where the autumn festivities in Greenwood became a little too rambunctious for Elrond’s taste. Usually, this happened around two o’clock in the morning when it seemed all of Greenwood the Great was gathered in Thranduil’s caverns and submerged up to their ears in wine.

Elrond had never had much of a stomach for alcohol. It affected him earlier than the others (a point Celebrían loved to tease him on), and so eventually he left her to enjoy the current musical game she was absolutely thrashing their table at and slipped out on his own for some peace and quiet.

The cool night air snapped Elrond’s muddy senses back into place, just the way he liked it. The moment he was outside he felt as if he could finally think again.

He went for a walk down beneath the crimson maples and sparkling-gold aspens, enjoying the crunch of the dry leaves underfoot and the particular crisp quality that the air always had this time of year.

After about five minutes of walking, he took a turn down a smaller trail and that was when he heard it: quiet crying.

Whoever it was did not sound particularly upset. The tears were more fretful than anything else. Still, Elrond gravitated toward the noise without really thinking and came across an ellon sitting on a bench beneath a giant blood-red maple tree, fussing with his half-braided, rather jarringly messy black hair.

As soon as Elrond entered the glen, the other elf looked up and flushed bright red and ducked his head.

“I don’t mean to intrude,” Elrond told him with an apologetic half-step back toward the main path. “But…are you well?”

“Yes! Yes,” the other elf insisted at once, and then just as quickly backtracked to: “No, not strictly speaking. I ought to be honest. But I will be. ‘Well’, that is. I will be well shortly.”

It was such a roundabout answer that it made Elrond smile. There was something too: a quality to his cadence of speech that was peculiar.

His face was blotchy and tear-streaked and he looked as if he was just one misstep away from dissolving into tears all over again, and so Elrond couldn’t help but fish out his handkerchief from his pocket and offer it to him.

“Oh, I couldn’t,” the other elf said, sniffling.

The corners of Elrond’s mouth twitched. “I insist.”

Tentatively, the other elf reached out and accepted it. He held it like it was a holy thing, only cradling it in his lap, not daring to bring it to his face.

“If you would rather be alone, I understand,” Elrond tried again. “But you seem quite upset.”

“I am,” the other elf said abruptly, and then blushed again.

“Would you like company?” Elrond offered.

“--You’re the King’s honored guest!”

Elrond actually laughed. “Thranduil considers me a bore at parties and will try to get me far more inebriated than I generally like to be. I will not be missed.”

“No, I mean…I’m—” the other elf looked down at Elrond’s embroidered handkerchief in his hands. “I’m nobody. And I would be truly awful company right now— and I am sure you have better things to do because you’re Elrond Peredhel and you’re a lord and I— here I am blubbering in the gardens for no good reason—”

“What is your name?” As a general rule, Elrond disliked interrupting people, but he worried that the other elf might dissolve into a circle of self-abasement if left to go on much longer.

“Lindir,” he answered.

“Lindir,” Elrond repeated. “Well met.”

“Well met!” Lindir replied in a baffled, surprised voice. He let go of Elrond’s handkerchief with one hand to push self-consciously at his tangled hair.

“Would it be alright if I joined you, Lindir?” Elrond asked, for the other elf still had not given him a direct answer.

Really, what he was trying to say was that he did not think the other elf should be alone. There was something about this that felt instinctively wrong, and even if the other elf did not wish for company, Elrond would have insisted on walking him back to somewhere less isolated.

To Elrond’s relief, Lindir was indifferent to company. Elrond came over to sit on the stone bench with him beneath the giant spreading maple tree. They were quiet for some time (save Lindir’s fretful sniffling), and Elrond was content to sit and look up at the stars and trace shapes in them, waiting to see if Lindir would talk or if he would prefer to sit in the silence. Either suited Elrond just fine.

Red maple leaves sifted down to the ground beneath their feet. The air was alive with the sound of all the night-things: crickets, warbling loons, mockingbirds, the occasional screech of an owl as it hunted through the canopy overhead. Thranduil’s party could be heard, too, but the din was pleasantly muffled and thus wasn’t intrusive.

What was intrusive, however, was the anxious pressure that seemed to be mounting in Lindir’s body. Elrond could feel it: Lindir’s heartbeat speeding faster and faster; the nervous tapping of his foot against the ground; the pressure like steam in a bot of boiling water, threatening to spill over.

Eventually, it did. Lindir blurted: “I enjoy the King’s parties. He is a very good host.”

Elrond hummed his agreement but offered nothing else on the topic.

This only seemed to make Lindir fret more. He fidgeted with the handkerchief in his hands, then fussed with the ends of his hair.

“It’s just that…I am not…” his voice shrunk. “I am not very well-liked. Or— or wanted there. I don’t like the noise and— and I am the only one who doesn’t braid his hair, because I cannot-- I am not allowed--”

It clicked, all at once, falling into place. Elrond realized what Lindir’s accent reminded him of.

“You’re Silvan,” Elrond said, turning to look at him. Lindir had an almost perfect Sindarin accent, but there had been a peculiar quality that Elrond hadn’t been able to name but now could: the effort of a trained tongue, painstakingly taught to corral the Silvan lilt.

Lindir swallowed and nodded, still fussing with his hair. “I have never… I haven’t earned any good braids. I am the only one my age that hasn’t. I’m a coward. And they…” he sniffled again. His round eyes were growing wet again, and he looked so horribly embarrassed and small. “They talk about it. About me. So… I never have a good time. That’s all. The King is an excellent host.” The refrain was repeated. A hasty deference: the way a dog will show its belly or lick its pack-leader’s mouth.

“The King wears no braids,” Elrond pointed out.

“He’s Sindarin,” Lindir protested. “And no one doubts that he is a mighty warrior.”

Elrond cocked his head. He knew, of course, the importance Silvans placed on such things. Silvans perfected the art of bushcraft and hunting as obsessively as the Teleri perfected their ships and wayfinding arts and the Noldor perfected their masterworks and lore. Silvans were disallowed from wearing certain styles until they had earned the right to them through deeds of valor or feats of great skill.

Lindir, apparently, had neither?

Gently, Elrond said: “I find it hard to believe that you are a coward. That’s a strong word to use.”

“Oh, I am,” Lindir sighed with miserable resignation. “I am afraid of high places, and of spiders, and of very deep water or strong currents. I cannot swim and I cannot skin an animal without losing my lunch. Dirt and mud upsets me. Death upsets me. Just about everything upsets me. My first instinct upon seeing anything even remotely dangerous is to hide. I am a useless coward who can’t even make a good joke and I couldn’t get a campfire started if you held me at swordpoint to do it, and I shall never earn any braids, save a minstrel’s which are hardly worth anything—“ and at this he fussed with the ends of his hair again, at the crimped mess where it seemed a set of braids had been hastily unwoven, “So—” he sniffled and finally gave in to using the handkerchief to dry the tears that were beginning to leak out of him again. “I am not really sure what the point of me is— for I shall never amount to anything—“ and there he cut himself off to apologize, to shrink, as he seemed so accustomed to doing: making himself smaller so as not to take up more than his due.

Elrond found himself growing quite hot.

“Who told you that?” he demanded to know.

Lindir’s pink mouth parted. Two bright spots of color came into his cheeks and he looked down at his shoes. “Well, no one. Not specifically.”

“Were these minstrels’ braids?” Elrond asked, tentatively touching the crimped, mussed strands of hair by Lindir’s ear. It always felt strange to be so informal, but time and marriage to Celebrían had eased that very Noldorin sensibility.

Lindir looked so ashamed of himself that he was on the verge of bursting into tears. He nodded, seemingly too upset to speak.

“Did you take them out?”

Elrond’s stomach sank when Lindir shook his head.

“Did someone else?”

A long, heavy pause passed between them. Then Lindir said: “They— they were very drunk— it was meant as a joke—”

“A joke is only a joke if everyone finds it funny,” Elrond seethed. “Who was it?”

Lindir shook his head in a panic, and though Elrond wanted to press him he forced himself to take a deep breath and tamp down his outrage. It was, of course (he had to forcibly remind himself of this) not quite the same thing as if it had happened to a Noldor, but it was still unthinkably cruel to pull out the one set of braids that Lindir seemed to have actually earned.

“It’s— It’s stupid. That’s why I’m a coward,” Lindir muttered tearfully, “I have no mirror to fix them and I’m too ashamed to walk back like this—”

“Let me,” Elrond said at once.

Lindir stared at him. Elrond resisted the urge to backtrack. Such an offer was not nearly so intimate for Lindir as it was for him, and he could shove down his own discomfort. This was far more important.

Something broke in Lindir: a crack the way a dam cracks. Air rushed out of him like water: a sigh, a choked, relieved nod and then a quiet: “Yes, thank you. If– if it isn’t a bother—”

“It isn’t,” Elrond said fiercely, and asked him what kind of braid he ought to make.

He accepted Lindir’s guidance and set to work. They fell into silence while Elrond braided, and Lindir —to Elrond’s private relief— seemed to relax enough to allow himself to actually use the proffered handkerchief.

Elrond tied off the first braid and brought it around Lindir’s shoulder so he could feel the shape, then set to work on the next one.

Lindir ran his slender fingers over the texture thoughtfully, then quietly remarked: “You know. You’re really quite-- quite good at braiding hair.”

He sounded so shocked that Elrond had to bite back a laugh. “Were you expecting me not to be?”

Lindir’s cheeks stained pink again. “N-no! I only— I had thought that—” He scuffed the toe of his boot against the red earth, seeming to grapple with his words the way a person might grapple with a wet bar of soap. “You seem like the kind of person who-- who has-- you know-- the kind of person who--”

“The kind of person who has my hair braided?” Elrond finished for him. “Rather than the other way around?”

It was a distinctly Silvan custom: the braiding of a senior’s hair as a sign of deference and respect. Their leaders hardly touched their own hair. Captains would have their hair braided by subordinates before skirmishes or hunts. Children, when old enough to be taught, learned on their older siblings and parents, and on and on it went.

When Lindir nodded, Elrond went on: “The Noldor do not have the same sensibilities.”

Lindir sounded genuinely shocked. “They…they do not?”

“No,” Elrond said, and offered nothing more on the subject because if Lindir did not know, then he would not tell him what the Noldorin sensibilities on hair were. It would only serve to make things awkward and the last thing Elrond wanted was to give him the wrong impression.

The thought occurred to him: “Have you not left Greenwood?”

“I–I have never had the occasion to,” Lindir admitted.

Elrond tied off the second braid and started work on a third. “Would you like to?”

“I am not sure where I would go.”

Elrond’s hands paused their work. He measured his words with care when he said: “If you are unattached here, you could return with my company to Imladris. I think it would suit you well.”

Regardless of Lindir’s answer, Elrond would tell Thranduil about Lindir’s treatment. This was, of course, not strictly a crime, but he knew his friend. Thranduil held vehement contempt for weak-minded bullies and Elrond had little doubt that he would see this matter swiftly sorted.

But still, it bothered him. Lindir was only one among thousands of Elves who resided in Greenwood, and Elrond could not ask Thranduil to see to his continual personal safety. This had clearly not been the first time such a thing had happened to him and Elrond was certain it would not be the last. Imladris by comparison was smaller, more diverse, and would suit someone of Lindir’s temperament very well. Though Elrond had only known Lindir for an hour, he felt compelled— no— responsible— for his safety. How could he abandon him to be tormented for traits he couldn’t help? Elrond would not leave him like this. Not when it was in his power to offer sanctuary.

Lindir had been quiet for some time. The space between was filled with the warbling loons in the nearby lake and the rustling of the turning maple leaves overhead. Elrond felt the need to clarify.

“It is merely an offer. Do not feel obligated to say yes only because it is a lord making it.”

“No–!” Lindir blurted out. He turned to face him on the bench, leaving the third braid only half-finished. “No, I have always wished I was somewhere else, but I never knew where that somewhere else might be. I only...I don’t want to be a burden on your house. I have no talents to speak of.”

Elrond touched the half-finished style with a soft smile. “Are these not a minstrel's braids that you have earned?”

“Well…” Lindir flushed red. “Yes, but—”

“I and my House hold a great deal of love for minstrels and song and poetry and lore,” he said, strategically leaving out the fact that he was a minstrel himself, lest Lindir find it intimidating. “You would be wanted and welcome in Imladris.”

Lindir’s luminous blue eyes grew somehow rounder, wet, and heartbreakingly hopeful. “I would? I would be wanted?”

It was if he had never been told such a thing.

Elrond swallowed back the choking mixture of rage and sadness welling up in his throat and simply inclined his head once.

“Yes, you would be wanted.”

He returned to his work on Lindir’s hair to give Lindir some space to think. It took him twenty more minutes to finish the style, for even though it was not a lot of hair to braid, Silvan braids were much smaller than the ones Elrond was used to weaving. He doubted that the ones he wrought were anywhere near to being as intricate and well-shaped as whatever Lindir had been wearing before, but it hardly seemed to matter for how Lindir would not stop touching them with that small, wondrous smile.

Once Elrond tied off the last braid, Lindir turned back to Elrond with shy determination.

“I would like to go to Imladris and be a minstrel,” he announced.

Elrond beamed at him.

“Then you shall.”

#tolkiengenweek #elrond #lindir #thranduil #elrond fanfic #lindir fanfic #lotr fanfic #lotr #the hobbit #<3

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ohnonotnow · 4 months

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my library

here's some of the best the hobbit/lotr fanfics I've read cuz they can be quite hard to find and I wanna help

will update the list as I read

Thorin

Smoke, iron and Thorin

Fire and Gold

Learning Khuzdul

Braid of Gold

Thorin being soft

The Beauty of Chance

Those Hands

Misunderstanding

The arrival

A king's crown

Covered In Steam

There's just inches in between us

Thorin after a long day of training with his nephews

In This Moment

Agreement

Symphony of your life

Oh so quiet

Confession

Find Your Way Back

Fili

fili oneshots

Moonrise

The Most Unpleasant, Defective, and Abominable Incident

Stay with me

The Redeemer

Durin's Garage

Restless

Kili

The book keeper

insecurities

The beauty and the Beast

getting back at Kili for teasing

My Treasure

Madly in love

It's in his kiss

Love Bites

Sway With Me

Wood Carvings

Softly. . .

Sweet like nectar

A Shot in the Dark

Beorn

Early Mornings

Beorn takes care of you when you're injured

Linger

Legolas

Watcher of Wanderers

The Innocence of Brutality

Blessing

Sensitive

Being best friends with Legolas

Hazy Memories

Spellbound

Thranduil

Bookworm

Relax

Best friends father

Fascination

Flower On My Skin

To Meet Under the Stars

Passenger Princess

Autumn Thunderstorm

I Could Love You With My Eyes Closed

Haldir

Gentle Dark

Lindir

My Heart Is In Your Hands

Moonlight

Just a Little Help

Warriors Great Tales

The Fountain

Return to Me

Èomer

Burnt Bread

A Helping Hand

Wildest Dreams

Falling In Love With A Librarian

SFW alphabet

Happiness

A Roll in the Hay

Blessing

Turning Points

More characters

various characters oneshots

Imagine: elves having highly sensitive ears and you finding out by accidently touching them.

Journey to Erebor

Hair braiding

Elves + Braiding

What Type of Kisser is Each LoTR Character?

The Hobbit Characters + Physical Affection (Suggestive Version)

A Headcanon For Each Member of Thorin’s Company

Cuddling With Thorin's Company

Imagine some of the elves of Middle Earth find out how easy it is to make you (a human staying in Rivendell) blush and become aroused.

The LOTR characters reacting to a modern reader

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creaturesmechture · 2 years

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Their Reaction To You Getting Injured

just a reminder that requests are open!

characters included- Kili, Fili, Lindir, and Elrond

also I did not proofread this and will come back to edit later! :)

KILI- Falling off your horse

He gasps when he sees you about to tip sideways in your saddle, not in worry, no, he gasps to cover up the laugh that's quickly bubbling up in his chest from you flailing your arms about to grasp some kind of balance for the inevitable fall that's about to take place.

In his defense he did try to reach for you but given that he was about a good 15 feet from you and on his own mount, it did no good whatsoever, well that and the fact he tried grasping for you while you were already halfway down your descent and about a foot away from the ground.

As soon as you hit the ground though, he's taking off towards you and checking you over while still trying to stifle his laugh. Eventually, when you come out of your stupor from falling sideways and he realizes you are not seriously injured, that's when the floodgates open and he can't stifle his laugh any longer, and while you may have hit your head while falling you didn't hit it hard enough to not notice that he's full on head back, can't breath laughing at your expense.

FILI- Tripping over a branch

Was it a good idea to walk backwards in a forest? no, it wasn't, did you do it anyway? absolutely. so when you ended up tripping and eating shit over a branch this didn't come as a surprise to Fili, no he saw this happening from a mile away, unfortunately, his eyes were too trained on your face and the way your eyes were lighting up to notice your impending doom and how close it had gotten.

The moment you tip back has him snapping out of this trance though, quickly reaching out for you. however, luck wasn't on either of your sides for this as he barely misses the drawstrings of your top. he stands in shock for a minute as you get the wind knocked out of you by the inconveniently placed root that had caused your literal downfall.

As soon as he recovers from his shock, he begins to fuss over you and assist you in getting up. When I say this man is truly concerned, you could convince anyone that he'd just been told you had a month to live. You'd probably need to calm him down before you could properly assess the situation.

LINDIR- Spraining your ankle

You didn't expect to spend your evening coddling your ankle and comforting a concerned and anxious elf, but here you were. You two were peacefully talking a walk throughout one of Rivendell's gardens when you misstepped trying to move onto the edging that followed a flower patch, causing you to twist your ankle in the process.

Lindir immediately freezes when he hears your yelp and notices you grasping at your ankle, quickly crouching down to determine the extent of the sprain. He only truly starts to panic when he sees small tears well up in your eyes, he becomes a whirling muddle of "are you okay?" and "please tell me it's not broken!" all the while You're still attempting to comprehend of what's happened.

Before you know it, you're seated in your shared room, your ankle draped over his lap. while he goes off on a mini tangent about watching where you step and being more cautious with your body. you can't bring yourself to mention that you scraped your hand on the way down, seeing as he's practically still bubbling over with concern for your poor ankle still.

ELROND- Cutting your hand

Being an independent person and having Elrond as a partner doesn't seem to pair well too much of the time, especially in this instance where you had decided that you needed an apple at that moment and couldn't wait for someone to peel it for you, with that decided you took matters into your own hands. causing the problem you were now faced with.

as Elrond walks back into his study he's met with a peculiar scene: you slouched over your hand letting out a few small curses here and there while trying to wrap something around it. seeing this caused a few questions to arise, most of which you were dodging as you didn't want him to see your hand and go on a slight rant of your knife handling once again.

Once he finally convinces you to let him see your hand and the damage you've done, he falls silent, and while you may think he's angry, he's not; he's just thinking about the lecture he's about to deliver you on knife safety and how it won't kill you to ask for help every now and again (you 100 % think it will).

I think some of them are lacking a bit so I will be coming back and adding more! but I hope you guys like this! :))

#lord of the rings #x reader #fili x reader #lotr x reader #the hobbit x reader #kili x reader #insert reader #gender neutral reader #lindir #lindir x reader #elrond #elrond x reader #the lord of the rings #the hobbit #lotr fanfic

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kat651 · 4 months

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Lindir x Vampire reader

“If I told you the truth of who I am, you would hate me.” (Prompt)

Mellon nin: my friend

“Two more sheep were killed last night along with a horse, we are running low on live stock.” You heard Lord Elrond say to Lindir as you pressed your ear up against the door. You frowned and tears ran down your face. You didn’t want to kill them but you were starving.

That had been three days ago…

You sat quietly in a corner of the library watching as Lindir read a book. You could hear his heart beating from across the room you licked your lips subconsciously before gently sinking your sharp fang into your bottom lip. You were hungry and with every passing second you grew more hungry. You loved him yes, but your want for blood was driving you mad. You shifted in your seat and Lindir looked up, his deep brown eyes meeting your face. “Y/n, is everything alright?”

His voice almost pushed you over the edge of your quickly dwindling self control. “Everything is fine, Lindir…” you lied.

He set down the book and walked over to you, his robes swaying slightly as they did. He gently placed his hand on your cheek. You could feel his pulse. You whimpered slightly and Lindir frowned, gently stroking your cheek. He was driving you mad and he didn’t even know it.

“Lindir please, not now…”

His frown deepened and he pulled up a chair. “Y/n… what’s wrong?”

You looked away from him, trying to ignore his heart beating which seemed as if it were in your ear.

You looked at him with shame in your eyes. He gently took your hands. “Y/n, what bothers you?”

You closed your eyes and let out a whimper. “I-if I told you the truth, you would hate me, Mellon nin…”

“I could never hate you.”

You frowned. “And you can’t help me with my situation…” you mumbled as your eyes fell upon his neck. You could see his veins there pulsating with every beat of his heart.

“Y/n… you worry me.”

You bit the tip of your tongue with your right fang, hoping that the taste of your own blood would sooth your ache for his, it did not instead it only became worse.

“Y/n, please…”

You looked into his pleading eyes and sighed. “Lindir, I’m hungry, but not for food, I’m hungry for something else, something far…sweeter…”

“Like a desert? Wine? Tea and honey?”

You shook your head. “No I’m hungry for-”

“I’ve got it, the ginger berries I brought well snuck you last week.”

You shook your head.

“Then… what?”

You moveded closer until your lips were mere inches from his.

“Y-y/n?” He asked nervously.

You smiled. “I’m hungry for…you…” was your whispered response before you pressed your lips on his.

He gave off a muffled yelp before pulling you closer and running his fingers through your soft hair.

You pulled away and gently kissed his neck. “But I can’t have you… you’d hate me if I told you the truth of what- who I am…”

He kissed your soft lips again. “Y/n, I would never hate you…”

“Even if I was a blood-thirsty monster?” You asked.

“Y/n, you’re not a-” he stoped mid sentence as you grimaced, flashing your fangs. You gently licked one of them and Lindir gulped loudly.

You waited for him to shout for the guards, to grab the sword from the set of armer next to him, for him to hit you. But he did none of those, instead he gently cupped your face in his hands and he pressed his lips on yours. “You’re beautiful…” you whispered before he tilted his head back, exposing his neck.

You hesitated a moment before kissing his neck and slowly moving your tongue in small circles. “Well? Are you gonna bite me or not?” He whispered.

You smiled and sank your fangs into his neck, drawing a small amount of blood. He gasped and then went limp as you slowly sucked his blood. He let out a tiny moan and clawed your back. “A-am I going to become like you?”

You drew back and licked the blood from his neck and your lips. “I would never make you endure this curse, never being able to step into the light of the sun, always wanting blood, always starving. Food is good yes, but in order for me to live I need blood, I could never turn you into a monster like me…”

Lindir placed his lips on yours. “I’ll gladly give my blood if it means you’ll stay alive.”

You frowned. “Lindir, I need more than just a taste to survive, I need much more…”

His eyes widened. “It was you! You killed the cattle horses and sheep! Y-you drained them of their blood you your a-a…”

“Monster?”

He shook his head. “I’ll find you food, but you can’t go killing the animals.”

“Lindir I didn’t want to kill them I was starving! If I didn’t drink their blood I would die.”

He gently placed his finger over your lips. “As I said before, I will find you food, don’t worry…”

You smiled and gently sank your teeth into his neck once more, only taking a little, you didn’t want to weaken him from taking too much blood.

Lindir sank to his knees and you fallowed him, taking his blood as slowly as you could, enjoying every drop.

You heard metal scraping and you looked up to see lord Elrond standing with his sword drawn and wide eyed. “Step away from him.”

You retracted your fangs from Lindir’s neck and he fell limp in your arms.

Elrond’s eyes widened even more when he saw the blood on Lindir’s neck, it slowly trickled down.

“You better pray he isn’t dead or the death I give to you will be slow and painful, you wretched monster.”

Tears pricked your eyes and you clutched Lindir close, using the body of the elf you loved as a shield.

“Let go of him.”

“And expose my body as an easy target do you think I’m mad?”

Elrond glared. “Well you obviously aren’t in your right mind that’s for certain.”

Lindir’s eyes fluttered open and he looked up at you, his hand slowly landing on your cheek. “Y/n, you didn’t have to bite me so hard, you know that, right?”

You looked down at him and the tears in your eyes fell, hitting his cheek.

He sat up and gently wiped away the tears. “Hey I’m alright, you didn’t hurt me I promise, I know you would never hurt me…”

“Lindir! She just drank your blood doesn’t that scare you?!?” Lord Elrond shouted, fearful for Lindir’s health.

Lindir looked over and gasped when he saw the sword. “My lord, please put the sword away, she means no harm.”

“She drank your blood!”

“Because I let her!”

“You what?” Elrond asked, sword falling from his grasp.

Lindir rose and you did as well. “She was starving, she knew she couldn’t keep going after our livestock so she came to me for help, and I knew what had to be done,” Lindir looked at you. “Sometimes we have to make a sacrifice for the ones we love…”

You blushed and looked away. “Lindir,” you murmured trying to hide the redness in your cheeks.

Elrond looked between the two of you and sighed. “Lindir do you really love and trust her?”

Lindir looked at you, gently cupping your face in his hands. “Yes, I do.”

You smiled and hugged him, burying your face in his chest as you slowly took in his scent.

Lord Elrond picked up his sword, sheathed it and walked to the door. “Oh, and y/n,” he said, pausing in the doorway. “I would recommend finding another food source, the livestock is running low…”

You buried your face further into Lindir’s chest, inhaling deeply. “I’ll find a way…”

-.-.-

One hundred years later, all of Rivendell knew your secret and none of them hated you. In fact, you became a guardian of Rivendell, Gandalf had found a way for you to spend small periods of time in the sunlight and you used that time wisely, scouting for any dangers and hunting down wild animals. There were so many right outside of Rivendell they you didn’t have to kill them. You only took a little from each, so both you and they survived.

As for Lindir…

“Come on! Jump!” The little elfling shouted.

You shook your head as your husband plunged into the water along with your twins a boy and a girl. “Lindir,” you said smiling and shaking your head. “I had twins, not triplets…”

Lindir swam over to the dock and pulled himself up. “Come on, it’s a perfect day for a swim!” And with that he pulled you into the water.

Your children were blessed. They were half vampire, meaning they drank blood yes, but it wasn’t essential for them to live. They could stay in the sun much longer than you, they just burnt easily.

You splashed Lindir. “That’s for pulling me in!”

Yes your life had turned out the be great in all the right spots.

“Cannonball!” Elrohir shouted with his twin brother, Elladan right behind. Very few could tell them apart and your family was amongst those few. Even though they were over two thousand years old, they still behave like children at times.

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glorf1ndel · 29 days

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Glorestor please!!! (silm blog @mae-it-be-an-evening-dhros)

Your ask inspired me to write the first chapter of a Glorestor fic! Hope you enjoy. :D Also on Ao3 here!

Darling (800 words, Glorestor)

“Who’s the cutest little thing of all time?”

Not again, Erestor thought. The counselor was standing in the corridor outside Elrond’s office, talking to Lindir about Second Age musicians, but at the sound of Glorfindel’s voice, he pursed his lips in annoyance. Over the past few weeks, the captain had become overly flirtatious with the counselor. It was almost as if he knew about Erestor’s interest in him; after all, who in Imladris hadn’t fallen in love with the golden-haired hero of Gondolin? But no, Erestor kept a tight lid on his feelings. Still, Glorfindel would take every opportunity to mess with him, whether they were alone or in public. Random touches, winking, even the occasional whisper in Erestor’s ear. And the worst part of it all? The pet names. Quite frankly, being called cutie or sweetheart was becoming unbearable.

Erestor whirled around, prepared to tell the captain off–

“I’ve had enough of this nonsense, Glorfindel–“

Only to find himself facing, yes, Glorfindel, but also… A cat? A kitten, actually. The captain had crouched down and was petting the small, furry creature, his gaze filled with adoration. Upon hearing the counselor, he looked up and smiled.

“Erestor! Come see who I found!” Glorfindel picked up the kitten, then rose to his feet. “Aren’t you the sweetest, most lovely baby?” He cooed.

Erestor hesitated, his words catching in his throat.

“Oh, Eru, you thought he was talking to you?” Lindir whispered.

“Shut up, Lindir!”

“Come here,” Glorfindel called again.

Erestor took a deep breath and walked over. Thankfully, Lindir did not follow, but his laughter echoed down the corridor. At least Glorfindel seemed to not have heard the minstrel’s teasing, or that would have been the end of Erestor.

“I just found this kitten wandering the corridors.”

Shaking off his nerves, Erestor took a good look at the kitten, which had settled comfortably in Glorfindel’s arms. A girl, he acknowledged. The kitten had long, black hair and blue eyes that were slowly closing as she fell asleep.

“I think I’m going to keep her. What should her name be?”

“She probably belongs to someone, Glorfindel.”

“Well, I suppose I can ask around. But if nobody says anything, she’s mine.”

“All right.” Erestor said with a shrug. “I don’t know how you have time to take care of a cat.”

“They’re not very high maintenance. I had one back in Gondolin; his name was Sunnybell. He was always wandering around the grounds, doing what he pleased.”

Erestor smiled slightly. Whenever Glorfindel talked about his time in Gondolin before the city’s fall, it was with a fondness that lit up his face. Even Erestor could not deny that seeing Glorfindel smile was a pleasant thing.

“Well, I hope you can come up with a better name for this one than Sunnybell.”

“Now that I’m thinking about it,” Glorfindel mused, “she kind of looks like you. With the black hair and blue eyes.” He stroked the kitten’s fur gently. “Maybe I’ll name you Erestor.”

“Absolutely not. Besides, Erestor is not a name for a female cat.”

“Erestorellë, then.”

“Glorfindel, I am vetoing your giving that cat any version of my name.”

“Aww, but wouldn’t you want the most adorable sweetheart in the world to be called Erestor?”

He snorted and crossed his arms. The words left his mouth immediately:

“From all the ridiculous things you’ve been saying lately, I thought I already was.”

Glorfindel stilled. Slowly, his gaze crept up from the kitten to Erestor. That was when Erestor realized he’d made a mistake, because the look in Glorfindel’s eyes was amused, yes, but more than that, it was knowing.

“Erestor, are you jealous of this cat?”

“What?” He hissed, fighting to keep himself from blushing. “Don’t be daft.”

Glorfindel shook his head, his blond curls swirling around his shoulders. The sudden movement made the kitten stir, and she started playing with Glorfindel’s hair. Oh, to be in Glorfindel’s arms, Erestor thought, like a fool.

“You are!” Glorfindel insisted. “You don’t want me to call this kitten cute, or sweet, or lovely, because you want to be the only one I call those things.”

“What I want is to wipe that smug look off your face.”

“With your lips.”

“You are a horrible Elf,” Erestor said, because how in Middle Earth was he supposed to respond to that? “Stop teasing me. And don’t give this cat my name.”

Glorfindel only shrugged, which gave Erestor an opening to walk away. He swiveled on his heel, prepared to flee the scene. Of course, Glorfindel chose that very moment to call out,

“If you say so, darling!”

Keep walking, Erestor told himself, even as Glorfindel’s laughter made his heart ache. He would have to spend less time around the captain, especially now that Glorfindel had found the kitten. It would not do to get used to this.

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acefaun · 4 months

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Can you write a angsty story with a happy ending for Lindir x half elf-half human girl? She and Lindir grew up together and Lindir has feelings for her but his responsibilities came in the way of his feelings. One day a handsome elven lord came to the reader's family to ask her hand in marriage. Lindir saw reader was happy and chose to bury his feelings but little did he knew she felt the same way. They both decided to confess to each other and they get married.

Sorry for requesting such a lengthy story 😅

Lindir~ Longing

Synopsis: Childhood friends, Lindir can’t help but fawn over you for a majority of your lives. But when it comes time for the perfect opportunity to confess his feelings for you, an unexpected marriage proposal gets in the way of your happily ever after.

🍃Masterlist🍃 Female Half-Elf, Half-Human MC!

A/n: ✨Angst!✨ ✨Angst!✨ ✨Aaaaangst!✨ Happy New Year, guys! I was told I had to post something before 2024, so how does 20 minutes before 2024 sound? I was supposed to post it earlier, but yesterday I was crying over angsty pseudo-relationship stuff and today I had a migraine and just woke up an hour ago. ANYWAY, last fic of the year! I also hesitated to breathe, because shortly after I got this request, I got an emotional lashing for touching Rings of Power without permission? And anyway, Lindir’s sensitive, don’t yell at us. 🥺 mAn, Lindir's gonna make me cry again.

–Word Count: 5,443–

The light, melodious sound of an elven maiden’s voice danced around him, drawing his feet to a standstill. From an above balcony, he watched the scene in awe. How was it possible to have hair that reflected the light of the moon, quite nearly making it look as though your hair was made of starlight itself?

Lindir’s heart melted at your beauty. Not a single elf in all of Middle Earth could hold a candle to you. He counted his blessings that your magnificence was created in Rivendell, a progeny of Lord Elrond himself; a beautiful elf you were, regardless of your half-human descendance. He had the pleasure of knowing you your whole life, something only the most fortunate elf could brag about. Still, some good it did him, when he never had the chance to tell you how he truly felt about you…

Maybe… just maybe… tonight could be that night. You were humming a delightful tune, standing on the edge of a platform, admiring the waterfalls that stretched up the side of the mountain; the shimmering silver water serving as a backdrop, complimenting your dress. If there were a better time to speak up, he was sure now was it, when his heart was fluttering and his urge to have you in his arms was strongest.

With his courage secured, he made move to descend the stairs to meet you. If only fortune were on his side. An elf maiden called out, “Lindir, Lord Elrond wishes to speak with you.”

His eyes shifted to the maiden who called him. “I’ll be there in a moment,” Lindir replied, masking how flustered he felt on the inside for missing yet another opportunity—for foolishly believing he could accomplish something so far out of his reach. Still, as he was left once again to his own devices, his helplessly longing gaze returned to you for a brief moment. You had such a bad habit of wrapping him around your finger, even when you’d done nothing at all.

Sighing, he turned on his heel. Tonight would not be the night, he lamented as he left to tend to his duties.

***

The rain was pattering lightly on the window, but yet, the sun still streamed through the clouds, making for an oddly beautiful sight. Rainbows were fairly common thanks to the waterfalls in Rivendell, but the large rainbows that stretched across the sky were another sight to behold.

Eagerly, you made your way down the hall and to the library. Peering inside, your reason for coming all this way wasn't easily found. Tilting your head, you entered, your eyes scanning the space before the quiet shuffling of paper caught your ear. Following the sound, you spotted Lindir hidden between the bookshelves, a book in his slender hands. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration and for a brief moment, you debated on your choice of bothering him.

But a soft sigh left his lips, and he left you startled as he addressed you, “Is there something you require, my lady?” He didn't even look up to see you; how could he tell it was you? “Your steps are always soft and easy to recognize,” he said, as though hearing your internal dialogue.

“Well,” you smiled at him, brushing off his quirky way of recognizing you. “I was wondering if you wanted to go on a walk with me?”

This time his head lifted from his book, glancing at you before his gaze flickered to a window. “It's raining out.”

“Haven't you ever wanted to walk in the rain? It's nice and sunny and there's a rainbow outside,” you tried to make it sound as enticing as possible. You didn’t care if it was raining, you just wanted to spend time with him.

As much as he wanted to see you enjoying yourself in the warm rain, he sighed, returning his book to the shelf before grabbing another one to flicker through as he offhandedly answered, “Lord Elrond would not approve if you were to catch cold.” He knew your half-human side was fragile, and he wanted to protect you as best as he could.

“We don't have to tell him,” you pouted. There’s no way he’d reject you so easily. “It'd only be for a few minutes. Please, come with me, Lindir?”

He resisted the urge to groan. Why must you say his name in that manner? You made it so difficult for him to tell you no. Regardless, he didn't have time to be entertaining you, and his heart ached. How many times this month has he had to reject you because he was busy?

For the umpteenth time this month, he declined, “Unfortunately, I have more work from Lord Elrond that needs completing. You are aware that King Thranduil is paying a visit to Rivendell just next week, aren't you? I pray you haven't forgotten.”

“I haven't forgotten,” you swiftly defended yourself despite, indeed, having forgotten the date. The look Lindir shot your way told you of the grave importance of this meeting. This reminder gave you an idea… “Can I help with the preparations?”

“I…” Lindir faltered at your offer, before he sighed again, replying, “That isn't up to me to decide. Though I should say not, with how you'd forgotten the event despite my already having told you earlier this week.”

“Well, then,” you said quite confidently, “I'll just have to ask!”

Though, asking your father only ended up the same way it always ended… with him explaining that you had your own preparations to attend to. You still needed to get a dress for the occasion.

You should have been familiar with not being able to help Lindir, not being able to be around him for more than five minutes, or simply not being able to see him for extended periods. You weren't sure what happened after you both got older… It wasn't like you lived in separate worlds where you never got to see one another. Since when… did he neglect your feelings for his ‘righteous duty’ and ‘responsibilities’? Not that you could blame him… he served your father, Elrond, of all people, and you knew he was a busy elf Lord. You suppose you’d just have to be patient and wait for Lindir to come to you on his own time, when he wasn’t busy, and when he wanted to see you… if he wanted to see you.

***

Lindir felt like he had gone over this list a dozen times, making minor changes each time he set eyes on it. But this was the final look-over and there could be no mistakes. King Thranduil was not one to overlook mistakes, and Lindir would surely suffer an earful if Lord Elrond were to hear but a single complaint from the King of the Woodland Realm. Sighing, he rubbed his forehead. When had things gotten so stressful?

A heavy sigh filled the air, though, to Lindir’s surprise, it wasn’t his own. His eyes flickered around the room, but no one seemed particularly bothered enough to let out such an aggrieved sigh. Peering out of the open window, he found the source of the sigh. You were sitting on a nearby bench, a notebook in hand.

At first, he thought he might have been mistaken about the source, until another sigh left your lips. His heart ached at the thought that you could have been upset over something. But then… why couldn’t you have simply asked someone for help rather than stewing alone in silence?

He was tempted to spare time to go out and console you himself, but again, he was interrupted from his concerns. An elf called for his attention, “Lindir, I’m not sure that this is going to be ready in time for their arrival.”

Lindir’s eyes swiftly shot to the elf at attention. “That’s not sufficient. If any hands can be spared, do so. We’ll not still be setting up when they arrive. We don’t want to look unprepared for their presence. I’ll look into it myself.” Pausing before leaving the room, he thoughtfully added, “If there is a spare moment, can someone check on Lady (Name)? I…” He didn’t want to admit to fretting over you like a worried mother. So, he excused, “I need to ensure she’s prepared for tomorrow.” This time, an aggrieved sigh did leave his lips as he left the room in a hurry.

***

Pattering of feet and clinking of dishes echoed through the halls, the air buzzing with both excitement and apprehension. Oddly, you felt neither of those things. It wasn’t in your interest to impress a friend of your father—if friend was what Thranduil was.

Sighing, you watched the flurry of excitement; elves rushed this way and that to make sure everything was perfect for King Thranduil’s arrival. You understood what all the fuss was about, of course, but everything looked good to your eyes. You didn’t understand what they were fretting over; they’d been at this all morning.

Perhaps you were disinterest in their hard work was because your eyes had been glued to one specific elf since you’d entered the courtyard. Lindir looked to be beyond himself with worry as he tried to make sure everything was set according to plan. At most, they had maybe an hour before everything needed to be finalized. Though, each time you set eyes on Lindir, it seemed like he vanished into thin air the moment something crossed your path, and you lost sight of him.

Your attempts to even speak with him were in vain, as he eluded you each time—though you were sure it wasn’t on purpose. He, as always, had his duties to attend to. You couldn’t blame him when the success or failure of this festival rested on his shoulders. You could only pray in your heart that when the sun had finally set and the music rang through the halls that he would be able to relax and enjoy the festival of starlight. Lindir deserved to enjoy the evening along with the rest of Rivendell and those from the Woodland Realm who accompanied Thranduil. Maybe… Just maybe, then you’d be able to have a moment with him.

Accepting the fact that you were never going to be able to catch Lindir at this rate, you resigned to joining your father and sister, waiting for the arrival of the elves of Mirkwood.

Arwen glanced at you from the corner of her eye before vaguely asking, “Any word?”

You shot her a look that told her to hold her tongue in the presence of your father. “Not a single one, and I’d rather not have a word from you either.”

Elrond looked back at the two of you, his gaze studious as he glanced between you. Slowly, he commented, “Your tongue is rather sharp this evening.” Of course, it was his off-handed way of asking you to open up. You wanted to glare at Arwen for making Elrond take interest in your conversation. The last thing you wanted was for him to stick his nose in your business—your business being your little crush on his seemingly unremarkable advisor.

Luckily, Arwen was there to save you an explanation as she smoothly excused, “She must be feeling the stress of the others. It’s not often we host the King of the Woodland Realm for an occasion such as a festival of starlight.”

“Indeed,” Elrond’s eyes stayed trained on you before he turned his head with a nod. “The King hardly leaves his halls. I feel this will be a festival worth remembering.” And you had to agree with that statement—at least, you hoped so.

Though, as you had expected, it was only a matter of time before Lindir had to join the three of you. Welcoming Thranduil into Rivendell was upon the most important things to be done, and Elrond’s advisor had to be there for courteous purposes.

Lindir, however, paused upon approach, his gaze lingering on you the minute you both locked eyes. His lips had opened as if to say something, but no words came out immediately. He said nothing until he caught the eyes of both your father and sister, to which he shyly complimented, “You're both beautiful, my ladies.” Of course, complimenting you and Arwen was his best move, as opposed to his continued staring.

As he quickly joined Elrond’s side, Arwen shot you a suggestive look in regard to Lindir. Waving her off, you tried not to pay much mind to how close you and Lindir were standing to one another. There was no time for that… If anything, you only had to hope that he would spare you a moment of his time at the festival. But here and now you couldn’t carelessly be sparing glances to Lindir when you were going to be greeting a King.

It was supposed to be an official greeting from one noble to another… However, as soon as the party of elves arrived with King Thranduil, your eyes glittered at seeing another life-long friend of yours at the King’s side. He seemed to get equally excited upon seeing you as well. “(Name)!”

“Legolas!” Now, he wasn't someone you thought you were going to be seeing. Or maybe… he slipped your mind while you were busy placing your attention on the unattainable Lindir…

But the minute Legolas had you in a tight embrace, you forgot about your unrequited love. For the moment, all you wanted to do was catch up with an old friend—even if it disrupted the sophisticated atmosphere of a King entering Rivendell.

***

Lindir would have sagged his shoulders in relief if he weren't trying to maintain a decent image—it didn't matter so much that Lord Elrond praised his good work and gave him permission to enjoy the festival. It was difficult to enjoy himself when… you weren't beside him.

He'd been working hard this whole time with the hopes that tonight might have been the night he told you how he felt…

His hard work paid off… only for you to spend a great deal of time hanging off of Prince Legolas’ arm. Lindir supposed he should accept fate as it was: Legolas was a noble, someone who could make you a queen one day. You deserve the best, and Lindir was far from the best.

Taking his failure to heart and not having the spirit to hang around the festival, he took a walk through the lightly illuminated paths of Rivendell. It was a familiar path… One that you and he used to walk together often. Just down the path, he walked, seeking the lonely courtyard that sat hidden behind a beautiful range of waterfalls.

Though, upon turning a corner, he quickly had to backtrack, concealing himself beside the shadow of a pillar. Just ahead, there was a couple that was barely noticeable in the dim lighting.

On the verge of turning around and leaving them in peace, Lindir paused, your voice catching his ears.

It was then that he noticed the pair was none other than you and Legolas. He knew he shouldn't have been intruding on the private moment, but he couldn't bring himself to turn away, especially with what he overheard Legolas saying, “You know… I have to agree. For as long as we’ve known each other, we’re compatible. I wouldn’t want you to think I’m asking for your hand in marriage insincerely. Still, I value your opinion and your desires above all else. Would you at least consider…?”

“Legolas…” You whispered his name. Lindir could only watch silently as you wrapped your arms around Legolas’ neck and that… that’s what told Lindir this dance was over… It was time for him to let go of his loss. He could only stare for another heart-wrenching moment as the two of you embraced, sharing hushed words as if you were already a married couple.

Turning once again, Lindir made a swift retreat. This entire event made sense now. The reason Lord Elrond placed much of his time and effort into making sure it was impeccably arranged… was because it was to be the night of your engagement. Lord Elrond must have previously come to this agreement with King Thranduil, meaning that you couldn’t refuse, even if you wanted to. Though, logically, Lindir knew you wouldn’t reject Prince Legolas.

Lindir walked down the path, making his way back to the lively festival. This path that was so familiar to him suddenly turned into something that made his heart ache. Fond memories of you that swirled around in his head were like shards of glass made to pierce his heart.

But… he only had himself to blame. If he hadn’t neglected you all this time, then perhaps… perhaps you would have looked at him.

No. He had no chance. Legolas had always been more deserving of your affection, however sparse the woodland prince was in your life. At least the young prince could eagerly sweep you off of your feet, unlike Lindir, who only seemed capable of disappointing you as of late.

Besides, your marriage would only strengthen the bond between Mirkwood and Rivendell, undoubtably. There were only good things that could come from this union. There were a million ways Lindir could justify how right it was for you to be with Legolas, but none of it seemed to stop the agony that assailed his heart.

Lord Elrond was correct… This festival was, indeed, an unforgettable one…

Inhaling softly, Lindir came to a decision. This was fine—all of it. There was nothing more for him to do regarding your well-being now that you were in Legolas’ capable hands. Lindir would just begin preparing for the aftermath of the festival. At the very lease, he still had a job to complete, and he couldn’t disappoint Lord Elrond because he was heart sick, of all things.

***

Fortunately for you… Legolas happened to be very understanding of your position when you explained to him why you couldn’t agree to this arranged marriage. In a marriage, as the two of you came to coincide, there was love to be expected—and not forced love either.

Now, it wasn’t that the two of you were unable to love each other; you were sure you would get along just fine if it really came down to the two of you getting married. However, Legolas understood completely that you were simply in love with someone else. Your heart raced for another who was not Legolas, and so long as it was in his power, he was going to help you express these repressed feelings.

Coming to such an agreement, Legolas wasted no time in helping you search for your missing love: Lindir.

With no luck between the two of you, though you were loath to address your all-knowing sibling, you knew she would possibly be able to help. Considering she had been present at the festival all night, you were sure she was the perfect person to go to in regard to finding Lindir.

Luckily, you made just the right call. “Then you’ve finally come to terms with your feelings…” Arwen displayed a soft smile, agreeing to help. However, she didn’t seem to need your help for this part, as she ushered, “Stay, enjoy the festival. Grab a drink with Legolas.” She gestured for you to return to your waiting friend. “I’ll return shortly with all the answers you hope to find.”

“Arwen…” You almost deflated in front of her, quite nearly put-off with how she was ushering you back to Legolas. But… you knew she was being genuine, and you couldn’t help but smile slightly in return as Arwen walked off, leaving you alone once again. “Thank you.”

Your sister simply smiled in return to your earnest response before leaving you alone once again.

Only, when you returned to the festival per Arwen’s previous ushering, you failed to find Legolas. It wasn’t odd that you couldn’t find him in such a crowded scene, but even the nearby elves couldn’t give you answers as to where your friend disappeared to.

In any case, you were sure Arwen would be quick in her task, and Legolas was probably still off on his noble search for Lindir. At this rate, you felt like everyone was searching for Lindir but you… And while Arwen told you to remain at the festival and enjoy yourself, that was turning out to be a rather difficult and tedious task.

Besides, now that you were alone with your scrambled thoughts, you were feeling the pressure of reality. Arwen and Legolas were searching for Lindir for you… so you could convey your deepest feelings for him. You were sure he would refuse your feelings, simply because he already owed you that loyalty as a servant of Rivendell. Not to mention, he wasn’t the sort to conceal his true feelings very well; to put it simply, he was horrible at it.

The one time dwarves were in Rivendell, he had enough trouble hiding his disdain for them. You were sure this would be no different. He always had to tolerate you because you were Elrond’s daughter. Who was to say he wouldn’t consider it entirely unprofessional? There were a ton of excuses you could think up as to why Lindir might reject you.

All you could do was wait for the time to come. And so you waited quietly by a fountain, brushing your fingers across the silver surface, reflecting the light of the stars above.

***

Lindir’s heart was racing uncomfortably. He was informed by Arwen that you were in trouble and needed his help immediately. Despite not being able to answer why she couldn’t be of any help to you—why did it have to be him?—Lindir was quick to rush down the familiar walk ways to return to the festival.

He wasn’t sure what the issue was that required his attention so direly, but he understood upon seeing you alone… so melancholic—you were like an angel of starlight in his eyes once again, your beauty unfailing.

For a brief moment, he wondered where Legolas was… only to have the thought that perhaps things had not worked out as the two of you had hoped. Now, his heart did not ache because of you… but for you.

Quietly, he weaved his way through the festive elves, coming up beside you. You still hadn’t acknowledged him, so, he quietly addressed you, “My Lady… What brings you such sorrow on such a joyous evening?”

“Lindir…” Your eyes were quick to flicker to him, and for a moment, your sorrows were all but forgotten. Being in his presence was enough to make you forget yourself. All seemed well in your world until it came time for you to answer his question. This time… you had to be honest. Though, your words were shaky and unsure. “I- I only…”

Lindir was unused to you being so demure and bothered. You were usually more certain of yourself and intent on bothering him at the worst of times. This wasn’t like you.

For the second time since finding you, he wondered if he truly was the right person to be beside you, solving your still-unspoken problem. Was this not supposed to be the job of your betrothed? He let out a soft breath. “I… do not mean to pry. But does this have to do with Legolas? You’ve been with him all evening, up until now.” He tilted his head as if teasing you to try to lighten the mood. “Has my lady gotten lost in her own home?”

You couldn’t help but let out an amused huff—he had at least succeeded in making you smile somewhat. “It wasn’t that I lost Legolas,” you admitted, your cheeks burning as you dared yourself to continue your sentence, “I lost you, Lindir.”

Lindir was surprised to hear you say that. His eyes were wide before he dared to ask, “Were you searching for me, my Lady…?” He was hesitant to join you as you gestured for him to sit beside you on the fountain’s edge, but he couldn’t say no to you when you so clearly wanted this.

“I searched everywhere… but it was like you vanished entirely. I feel like that’s been happening more as of late.” Though your cheeks revealed how flustered you were, your eyes shone with despair. Lindir wanted nothing more than to rid you of any ailments, so that he could only see that joyous glimmer in your eyes. But… was it his fault you were in this state? He didn’t have an answer until you continued, “Each time you disappear from sight, my chest feels heavy, and I get terrified that I’ll never see you again.”

“I’m here,” he said reassuringly, though, he wasn’t entirely sure what to say to the betrothed of a prince. There were only so many ways he could comfort you and hope to remain on Legolas’ good side. Still, this was starting to sound more like a personal jab. Had he truly been so neglectful? “(Name)...” For once, he dropped the honorifics, and you felt your heart skip as his hand gently laid on top of yours. “I’m here now. Tell me, what’s on your mind?”

He was gazing at you earnestly. He genuinely wanted to know what was bothering you and if it was within his ability to fix. But he was surprised when you uncharacteristically, and very bluntly, asked, “Why are you always too busy for me?”

The question took him off guard. There was a completely logical answer to the question, though… if he was being honest, he was too flustered to admit it outright. Hesitantly, however, he did tell you the truth, “I have kept myself busy and have done my work diligently, all with the hopes that I would have personal time to spend with you.” He averted his gaze, having more to add, but certain it was an inappropriate time to mention it. Still, your eyes implored him to speak more of his secrets, and he loathed your prying gaze. “I had hoped to have done a well enough job that I would have free time to spend with you at this festival.”

And just like that, he admitted his failed plan of the night; he genuinely did want to spend time with you. While he expected his explanation to be one-sided, you were astonishingly quick at admitting a secret of your own, “I wanted to spend time with you too, Lindir, but you were always so busy for my father. Even before this festival,” you thought to add that last part. “I like you, Lindir, and I’m so…” You trailed off, struggling to find a word to describe your feelings—something Lindir always thought was endearing about you. “I’m so miffed with you!”

“I understand,” he replied slowly, albeit surprised. He couldn’t hide the hesitation in his tone—he was confused. More than confused, his heart was in more pain than ever. “My Lady—” Yet again, he was putting emotional distance between the two of you. “—what of Prince Legolas? The covenant is already arranged; there is no getting out of it.”

“Well,” you spoke coyly, telling Lindir that you knew more than he did. “Legolas and I were talking about that earlier. He was the one who wanted to help me find you in the first place because… well… he agrees with me that we simply weren’t ready for marriage in the first place.”

Lindir hated that you were suddenly being so straightforward with him. Well, he hated it just about as much as he loved it. He could hardly hide his pink cheeks as he made a quick excuse, “(Name), think of the thought that must have gone into this by your father and King Thranduil. It’s not often King Thranduil leaves his kingdom, which means this night was of great importance. I can think of no other reason than that this night was clearly strictly for you and Prince Legolas. This is no time for-”

“I don’t think any of their opinions matter as far as loving someone else is concerned,” you suddenly interrupted him, causing a thick silence to fill the air.

Lindir was left flustered by your bold statement, and couldn’t muster a single thought other than that… you loved him. You said it. It was the first time he heard you say it, though it was ever so slightly indirect, he knew it was directed at him. Still, he wouldn’t jump to conclusions, though he knew all fingers were pointed at one solid conclusion that he’d been ignoring. He patiently asked, “Is this what’s been bothering you today?”

“It’s been bothering me,” you pouted, making him avert his gaze in guilt. You didn’t seem like you were letting him off easy tonight as you accused, “You’ve been ignoring me.”

“I apologize for that…” He paused after his reluctant apology. He knew he was in the wrong, but there was still a lot to be discussed. There were so many unspoken feelings, and so many obstacles that came as a result of these feelings if they were to be addressed appropriately. After a guilt filled moment, he finally spoke again, “Are you certain this is how you feel?”

You unwaveringly nodded, dissuading his doubts with a firm “Yes.”

“Then…” Lindir sighed, finally giving into his overwhelming feelings. “I should admit, in return, that I love you as well.” For once, he shared everything with you, knowing you deserved to know the truth behind his seemingly cruel actions. “The reason for my neglect would partially be because of my duties, but also because you deserve someone better. I… may have been… jealous… over Legolas proposing to you with his arranged marriage, but in the end, I had the thought that you would be better off with a prince.”

You nodded, seemingly understanding what he was saying. He felt relieved that you didn’t think he was intentionally trying to hurt you. “The only thing…” you started softly, “is that I don’t love Legolas like that—not when you have my heart.”

“That…” Lindir faltered, an uncharacteristic move for him. For once, he was speechless. “That wasn’t how this was supposed to go.”

You tilted your head in confusion. “Huh?”

He huffed in frustration, venting, “I was supposed to admit my feelings to you first… but Legolas showed up…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “Regardless, I suppose now isn’t the time for that. Now, let me tell you the truth.” Feeling brave for once, he leaned closer to you. His hand was still resting on yours on the cool stone bench surrounding the fountain. His tone was soft as he whispered, “(Name), I love you.”

He adored the way your eyes lit up at such a simple phrase. It made his heart flutter to be telling you at long last. The smile that graced your features was one he’d remember for a long time as you whispered back, “I love you too, Lindir.”

There would be a time when you would both need to address this with others… namely your father… but for the time being, all that mattered was the two of you. There were many affectionate and tender moments that needed to be made up for, after all, and you had many hours under the glistening stars to do so.

#the hobbit #the lord of the rings #lord of the rings #the hobbit fanfic #lord of the rings fanfic #the hobbit lindir #lindir x reader #the hobbit legolas

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warriorofthought · 2 months

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Ice Bear

Summary: You always were close to Lindir but he suddenly finds your present disturbing and that hurts you. Can you both come to good terms back again?

Word Count: 2023

Warnings: a bit hurt and sad feelings

Linder X Reader

In the serene woods of Riverdale, amidst the whispering leaves and the soft glow of moonlight, Lindir, the gentle minstrel of the Elves, found himself entangled in an unexpected situation. He had always been known for his kindness and compassion, but lately, he found himself feeling overwhelmed by the attentions of an ardent admirer.

As Lindir strummed his lute beneath the ancient mallorn trees, he sensed the presence of You approaching. With a courteous smile, Lindir welcomed you but his heart sank as You began to speak.

"Lindir," You began earnestly, "I must confess, I find myself drawn to your presence more than ever. Your melodies enchant me, your wisdom inspires me. I... I feel as though I cannot bear to be apart from you, as I was a child I was often by you, I miss that."

Lindir's heart fluttered with discomfort, for while he cherished You as a friend, he did not share the same romantic feelings. With a heavy heart, Lindir gathered his courage to speak his truth.

"Y/n" Lindir began gently, "I am deeply honored by your affection, but I must confess that I feel you have become... too clingy."

Your expression faltered, a flicker of hurt crossing your features. "Clingy? I... I only wish to be close to you, Lindir. Is that not what friends do?"

Lindir sighed, his fingers tracing the delicate patterns of his lute. "Indeed, friends do share a bond of closeness, but there must also be space for individual pursuits and interests. I fear that your constant presence leaves me feeling suffocated, unable to breathe freely."

Silence enveloped them like a shroud as You processed Lindir's words, his gaze cast downwards in contemplation. After a moment, he looked up, his eyes filled with remorse.

"I had not realized," You murmured, your voice tinged with regret. "Forgive me, Lindir, if I have caused you discomfort. I only wished to express my admiration for you."

Lindir's heart clenched with regret at the pain in your voice, but he knew that honesty was the only path forward.

A flicker of hurt crossed your features, like a shadow passing over the moonlit glade. You stood silent for a moment, your gaze fixed upon the ground, before finally lifting his eyes to meet Lindir's.

"I have understood your words, I'm sorry for disturbing you" you murmured, voice tinged with sorrow.

Lindir's heart ached at the pain in your voice, but he knew that he could not retract his words. And so, with a heavy heart, he watched as you quickly turned and walked away, disappearing into the depths of the forest like a fleeting shadow.

Days turned into weeks, and still, there was no sign of You searching for him. Lindir wandered the woods of Riverdale, his heart heavy with regret, longing for the familiar presence of his dear friend. But try as he might, he could find no trace of you, as if you had vanished into the mists of his memory.

And so, beneath the canopy of stars, Lindir played his lute, the echoes of his melodies mingling with the sighing of the trees. For even as the silence between them grew, he held onto the hope that one day, their friendship would bloom anew, like a flower blossoming in the wake of winter's chill.

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A few weeks later

Lindir manage to spot you as you do your usual duty and steps up to you. Your attention is immediately drawn to him as you hear him. You quickly look away and tried to leave but he steps into your way.

"don't you dare to step closer, i don't want you near me" you utter a bit too rough, the Sight of him brings pain.

Lindir stops moving and his heart sinks for a moment. You truly don't want to let him come any closer and it hurts Lindir more than he wants to show. He finally understands that his words had hurted you more than he thought.

"So..." He replies with a mixture of hurt and sadness in his eyes trying to come up with a conversation. "You would have wanted to keep spending time with me and see me and hear my stories like we used to?"

"Have I ever said I don't want that?"

Lindir is quiet for a moment as he lets these words sink in. He realizes how stupid he has been. Maybe things could go back to how they had been. Maybe you are not truly gone from him after all.

"Can I ask you something?" Lindir says as he slowly walks closer to you. "Will you please let me tell you one last story? I still know so many and I was saving at least one for you. You never got to hear it. Will you please let me do that?"

You slowly nod " is it about the ice bear?"

Lindir notices how much you are opening up to him at the mention of a story he wishes to tell you and it warms his heart.

"Indeed it is." He says and looks at you. A moment of silence passes and he then looks at the floor, as if preparing himself. "Shall I begin?"

"yes" you nod and sit down on a nearby bench.

Lindir is quiet for a long moment. He is really glad you want to hear his story, even after he messed up so much. And he wants to make it up to you for it.

"Once, very long ago, there was a group of elves who lived in a far remote area within the forests. And they loved to explore these woods. One day, they stumbled on a cave that was very deep within the depths of the woods. They explored the cave and soon began to be surrounded by a lot of ice."

Your eyes slowly move over to him.

"As they went deeper, they soon noticed that they were becoming surrounded by more and more ice. It was as if the cave was a large freezer. The deeper they went, the tighter the ice became.

But they were brave and went all the way down until they reached a huge chamber that was filled entirely with ice. In the middle of the room, they saw something that startled them immediately."

"the little ice bear?"

Lindir is silent for a second, surprised that you already know most of the story. However, that does not bother him.

"Yes, indeed. It was a tiny little thing, so small that it fit in the palm of your hand. It was lying on its side and barely moving. All the elves were worried that it was going to die because it was freezing.

Then, something unexpected happened. The little ice bear moved its head and suddenly it looked directly at them."

Your eyes slowly show a little bit of your excitement.

Lindir notices a hint of excitement in your eyes. He continues with the story.

"Everybody was shocked at first. But the elf who had been exploring this cave the most got closer with a gentle and cautious approach. He had always loved animals of all kinds and he could not stop himself from trying to save the ice bear. He moved closer and carefully picked up the little bear.

His touch seemed to have an immediate and magical effect, as the very ice that surrounded the bear began to melt. And the little bear regained its breath."

"Wow" you mumble

Lindir smiles at you, realizing that you are enjoying his story more and more.

"Indeed. As the ice vanished, it became visible that the cave was more like a freezer and the ice was like magic frozen on this animal. All the elves were completely astonished at what they could see.

In the end, the elf that had held the small bear in his arms decided to take him with him back to the woods. Since that day, the little ice bear and the elf were inseparable."

"They are friends now?"

"They are not just friends now. They are bonded for the rest of their lives. The ice bear is actually very clingy towards the elf and likes to ride on his shoulders. The elf always loves to pet him and even has given him a name."

Lindir pauses for a moment and then leans a little bit closer to you and speaks softly. "Would you like to know the name he gave him?"

You nod.

Lindir leans even closer, his voice almost a whisper by now. He can tell that this story is hitting a spot in you.

"The elf called the little ice bear 'Icely'. They are so bonded and so close now that it is as if they cannot be separated. Icely is always with the elf and the elf can never be sad because Icely will always be there to cheer him up."

"that sounds nice"

"And what if I told you that that small ice bear reminds me of someone?" He asks you. With a glance, you understand who he is referencing.

"Of who?" You ask, trying to hide your curious feelings.

“It's the one I care so much about and the one that deserves all the kindness and love I have to give. The one I miss every day after you started to avoid me."

"You." He answers softly. "I feel as if we are like the elf and the bear. We cannot be separated. Maybe what happened between us before was so hurtful, but now I am not ready to let you go either. I will never leave you and I will always be here for you whether you wish to admit it or not." He sighs slightly, a bit sad.

"I cannot explain the feeling. Whenever I am with you, I do not feel sad because you are there. Even when I do not have the best day, you make it brighter and happier simply by being there.”

Lindir gets a bit closer to you and he talks softly. His tone is sincere and his eye contact is full of kindness.

“I have told you the story of my friends to tell you this: you are my little ice bear. You are not a burden for me, I promise, i will never tell you something like that so rough, i will be softer."

"Lindir" your voice finally soft again and it drifted through the air like a whisper carried on the wind, "I have missed you."

"Y/n" Lindir breathed, relief flooding through him like a river breaking free from its banks, "I feared I had lost you forever."

You look at him with a hesitant smile, your gaze soft and searching. "I needed time to... to process our conversation, your words were a bit hard for me" you admitted, your voice tinged with vulnerability. "But I realize now that I cannot bear to be apart from you, Lindir."

A surge of warmth flooded Lindir's heart at your words, and he reached out to clasp his hand, their fingers intertwining like the branches of two trees intertwined in a forest glade.

"Nor can I bear to be apart from you, y/n" Lindir confessed, his voice barely more than a whisper carried on the breeze. “ You have always held a special place in my heart, a place of light and warmth amidst the shadows."

Your eyes widened with surprise, your gaze locking with Lindir's in an unspoken exchange of understanding. And then, with a tender smile, he leaned forward, and hug you in a gentle big warm hug that spoke volumes of the love that had blossomed between you both.

Underneath the canopy of stars, amidst the whispering leaves and the soft glow of moonlight, Lindir and you found solace in each other's arms, their bond strengthened not by words alone, but by the depth of their shared affection. And as they danced beneath the silvered sky, their hearts entwined like the branches of two trees reaching for the heavens, they knew that their love would endure for all eternity, a beacon of hope in a world shrouded in darkness.

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lem0nshark-writes · 1 year

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"Winter Coat"

Lindir x Male Reader

Type: fluff

Word count: 1890

Warnings: fluff, reader's an elf, some comedy, reader's in Rivendell's patrol guard, reader and Lindir are courting, reader and Lindir being cute boyfriends, reader's bit clumsy

Summary: something fluffy with the best boi

A/N: Lately been reading a lot of @/aeonianarchives (on tumblr) x reader fics and they inspired me writing this little fic hehe do check their fics out they are really good! 👀 anyways I was gonna post this for Christmas but yeah XD anyways for New Years it is XD Also I wish all those who celebrate a Merry Christmas and all you a Happy New Year! 💕💕

Translations: meleth nin - my love

"Oh meleth nin what has happened to you?" you let out surprised, walking swiftly towards Lindir who had just entered the front door of your small home, his winter great robe ripped from his lower back almost to his knees, one side of his robe underneath drenched in a cold wet smear of frost and rainwater, stressed out expression on his face.

"I was just enjoying some fresh morning air and the beautiful winter view outside and as I was heading back I slipped on the frozen patch on the floor... and ripped my robes in the process too..." he looked so visibly embarrassed with his heated up red cheeks and ears.

"Oh, my darling-", you moved your hands from where they stood holding his shoulders and hugged him tightly.

"How embarrassing..." he quietly let out into your shoulder, arms weakly hugging back.

"Oh it is alright it can happen to anyone," you comforted him, knowing his racing mind would see it as such a big deal when it really wasn't, "Don't you remember last year when I was late for my patrol and was rushing to meet up with Erestor and my foot slipped and I slid all the way right to his feet on my back nearly knocking him over too? And even lord Elrond witnessed that as well, along with you?" you chuckled and grinned a little remembering your embarassing situation, whose consequences followed you for quite some time afterwards with your patrol mates.

Lindir through his flushed cheeks bursted into laughter and giggles, covering his mouth slightly with his hand trying not to laugh at you but the memory was too funny to be able not to, "I'm sorry-," he managed to let out through his laughter.

"No it's alright it was really funny," you laughed along with him, "I did get onto polishing duty that night as a punishment but it was really funny nevertheless," you grinned.

"Yeah, I thought you slid all the way down some hill and Erestor had to pull you out by your armour and that's why you were late that night," Lindir burst into laughter again and you laughed along at the joke on your expense.

"Honestly at one point it was really close," you grinned and started to remove Lindir's great robe off his shoulders, as the two of you finally calmed down from your laughing fit.

"Whatever shall we do with your robes, my little bird? You don't have any other ones thick enough for this cold."

"Yes, but I will be alright don't worry, just going to wear an extra layer underneath-" Lindir began but you cut him off quickly.

"Nonesense, I'll take your coat to get fixed and till then-" you stopped rummaging through your closet, as Lindir quickly changed into new clean robes, pulling something out and getting up and handing him your brand new patrol winter cloak you were gifted recently, its back graced with the well known intricately embroidered crest with a mighty presence of it's own, "-you shall wear mine," you smiled happily.

Lindir looked at your cloak in bit of a shock blushing slightly, "No I-I can't- It's brand new and-"

"Come on darling, everyone knows we're courting, I think. Unless you wish to carry me draped around your shoulders as a coat to warm you up all day? But then you'd have to explain Erestor why I'm not on patrol all day," you grinned then smiled widely.

"You dummy harebrained elf," he chuckled, "Fine I will take it. But I know I'll get so many questions and comments and gazes about it."

"Even better, then you can brag about your sexy boyfriend to everyone."

He blushed at your comment and the funny pose you called "sexy" that you did while saying that, "You silly elf."

You smiled at him warmly, loving to see him smiling and laughing and happy, it made you whole being warm and fluffy on the inside and your heart skip a beat, just like the moment you first laid your eyes on him.

He caught your gaze and blushed again, lips spreading into a beautiful smile.

You smiled even more, slowly coming closer to him and placing a long kiss on his lips before fixing your robe onto his shoulders.

He blushed, looking at you doing it and standing still as you did.

You smiled once you did, taking a look at him, "My sir Lindir you're looking quite dashing today," you spun him around and proceeded to kiss the back of his hand afterwards when he turned back around.

He chuckled and blushed again, "You dummy-"

You grinned at him, pulling him close to your armour-clad chest and hugging him tightly, swaying a bit as if to music as you did, humming a little, "I don't wish to go to work, can't we stay indoors and cuddle all day?"

"I wish.." Lindir murmured through the fabric of your cloak, his face stuffed into your shoulder, " but we should get going. Lord Elrond must be wondering where I am already, and I'm sure Erestor is waiting for you too."

"Mhhh.. you're right," you let out a whine before responding.

Giving him a forehead smooch you peeled yourself off of him and fixed him up, him doing the same to you with a smile.

"Ready?" you asked, sighing a bit dreading the cold outside.

"Yes," Lindir chimed in agreement.

"Let's go then, I'll walk you to lord Elrond's, can't have you slipping and falling again and Eru forbid hurting yourself," you said as you draped your arm around his shoulder as he grabbed a couple of books of the table and then leading you both out, closing the door behind you two once you got out.

"Ah you don't have to, I'll be fine, I'll be more careful-"

"Nu-uh, I won't hear it," you mused intertwining your arms with his.

He sighed knowing there's no arguing with you when his safety is in question and the two of you made your way to Elrond's study where Lindir usually finds him in the morning.

As the two of you made your way through the passageways and halls Lindir's cheeks only grew hotter and hotter as passing elves shot him gazes and smiles.

You returned the smiles when glances were caught and only pulled Lindir closer, proud to have him as your boyfriend and so very proud to be seen with him.

Lindir too was very proud of having you as his and calling you his own, but he just got flustered very easily and was very very shy, despite how long the two of you have been together.

Whenever he'd look away shy you'd just rub the back of his hand reassuringly and shot him a warm smile, melting all his insecurities and bad thoughts away.

The two of you safely found your way to Elrond's study, halting at the big intricately carved wooden door.

"This is where we part meleth nin, all safe and sound," you smiled, placing a soft kiss on his forehead, which made his cheeks heat up and smile warmly.

"Yes, thank you for walking me to here, now rush off to Erestor before he gets mad," he spoke, worried for you getting a punishment for your inattentiveness to the time, "but be careful on frozen bits, don't need you scooping up Erestor this time."

You chuckled, "I won't.. hopefully-," you grinned interrupted by a clearing of a throat beside you.

"I see you've brought my assistant to me safe and sound," lord Elrond stood by half-opened door of his study, sly amused smirk plastered on his face, gaze landing on the long cloak draped across Lindir's back.

Lindir blushed so quickly, eyes widening at the thought of his lord seeing the displays of affection the two of you just shared.

"Yes my lord, I hope you don't mind," you smiled at him and then at Lindir, who was having a internal panic attack.

"Oh not at all," Elrond smiled, grinning slightly, his smile getting wider when his eyes landed on Lindir.

"Now I must leave, patrol awaits," you smiled at them both, shooting a loving gaze at Lindir, not wanting to attack him with kisses right in front of Elrond so he doesn't die of hyperventilation, "my lord," you took a little bow towards Elrond before turning on your heels and taking off towards the meetup spot.

"Haste your step, Erestor has already come asking for you," Elrond chimed after you, "and watch your step too," he commented, reminding you of your past incident.

"Thank you my lord, I shall," you blushed a little on his comment, bit embarrassed he still remembers that, and rushed off to Erestor.

Later that evening you returned quite late to your warm home, words of you day having had come to Lindir already.

Lindir was reading a book by the fireplace, two cups of hot freshly brewed tea on a small table besides him.

Hearing you opening the front door he stood up, smiling at you before making his way towards you, "Quite late this time, rough day?"

You let out a small whine as you slumped down on your spot, " You heard?.."

"Yes. Infamous Y/n strikes again, and this time doesn't miss," Lindir let out a chuckle, straightening you up and pulling you into a big warm hug which you gladly returned.

"It was so embarrassing, he landed right on top of me, and I got extra two hours of polishing duty as punishment," you whined, stuffing your face into his neck.

"So I've heard," he chuckled, rubbing your back comfortingly till you finally straightened and pulled away.

"How was your day? Did someone tease you about the cloak? Were you warm?"

"I-I was," he blushed a little, "so many people stared at me, and kept murmuring about it, even lord Elrond commented-" he blushed profoundly.

"What did he say?" you smiled, listening to your rambling boyfriend.

"He said I look nice in it, that it suits me," Lindir blushed even more.

You chuckled and grinned, "See? I told you."

"Hngghh," now it was Lindir's time to whine as he covered his face with his hands.

You chuckled and pulled him into a big tight hug, smooching the top of his head lovingly and then resting your cheek on top of it.

"Now let's not ponder on it, lets rather relax instead," you smiled, leading his form towards the cozy warm living room.

"I guess you are right," he sighed, "I made tea."

"Oh how wonderful, I love your teas, you make the best ones," you smiled excitedly, moving to your shared bedroom and removing your armour and setting it in it's place and getting all cozy and comfy in some casual robes quickly.

"Cuddles?" you asked with hopeful eyes as you returned to the living room, finding that Lindir has already gotten comfy in front of the fireplace, waiting for you.

"Cuddles," Lindir returned with a smile, blushing slightly.

You grinned widely and flopped besides him, pulling his body close and wrapping your arms around his waist as he chuckled and smiled at you. The two of you finally enjoying your evening with some tea and a good book and of course some very much needed and deserved cuddles.

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maximwtf · 1 year

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“memorabilia from battles.”

Lindir x warrior reader

words: 1820

google docs pages: 3

warnings: mentions of wounds, slight mention of blood, mentions of scars

opening: After coming back from a battle, You swore to Lindir you didn’t get injured. Later that night, Lindir accidentally sees the fresh scars you had hidden from him.

AN// reader can be any gender! You can also choose if the reader is a human or an elf. I’ve been thinking about writing part 2 for “I’ve got you.” so that’s probably the next fanfic I’ll post !^^

“memorabilia from battles.”

The battle was over, and the survivors were coming back to Rivendell. You had lost a great bunch of soldiers, but victorious nonetheless. Gazing at the worn out soldiers around you made you sad, many of them had lost people they had known for ages.

Elrond led the remaining soldiers to the entrance. His horse trotting in first, making everyone follow right behind him. You pat the neck of your trusty horse as it walked forwards slowly in the crowd. Lindir and a couple of guards were waiting for you as you passed the two statues near the entrance.

You saw Lindir's gaze move frantically as he was looking for you in the crowd. He wasn’t allowed to run to look for you, since he had to talk to Elrond first. You saw Elrond get off his horse, and slowly walk up to Lindir. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but the conversation was soon over, and Elrond left his horse, also leaving the group so he could go and change out of his armour. You saw Lindir turn back to the group, his eyes still looking for you in hopes that you had survived. You knew he was able to see how many of you had fallen, since the group that returned wasn’t nearly as big as it had been when you left.

You heard him speak up. Commanding a couple of the guards to assist the horses to the stables, and for the injured to go and see healers as they were already prepared to heal the ones who would return. Lindir was most likely going to be busy today, since Elrond must have been tired after the battle, but that didn’t stop you from seeing him. You had to make sure he knew that you were still alive.

After the others had left to see healers, eat and get some rest, you were the only one left behind. Lindir had almost left, but you were able to call out for him. “Lindir!” You jumped off your horse, only holding on to the reins. He seemed to have recognized your voice because he turned around quickly, his eyes widening for a moment when he finally saw the person he had been looking for. “You’re alive.” He said quietly, you almost not even hearing it. “I was too tough for them I suppose.” You grinned a little, happy to finally see him. It was always horrible to leave him behind when you had to go and fulfill your duties as a warrior. You walked closer to him, wanting to hug the elf but you didn’t. In his words ‘it’s inappropriate’ which made you laugh, but you knew how he was with publicly showing affection. Instead, you offered your hands out for him, which he gladly took in his. His hands were warm and soft, your’s were cold and hard from training and fighting. “Melda (beloved), are you okay?” Lindir finally asked, examining you with his eyes to see if you had any wounds or even smaller injuries. You smiled at him, happy to see him worried every time you returned. As much as you wanted to be honest, you didn’t dare to tell him about the few wounds you had gotten, you’d take care of them yourself. “I’m fine, all in one piece as you can see.” You reassured him, thumbs caressing his hands calmly. He didn’t reply for a moment, only looking at you with worry clear in his gaze. “You should go and rest, I can get you something to eat.” He said, not really offering for you to go and rest, it sounded more like a command. “Then that’s what I shall do, Na lû e-govaned vîn melda (until next we meet, beloved.)” You replied. Lindir reached to get the reins of your horse, which you let him take. “Galu (good bye), I’ll see you at our quarters later.” You said, slowly walking up the stairs.”N'i lû tôl (until then).” Lindir said quietly, as he began to lead the horse to the stables.

You walked to the room you shared with Lindir, and began to take off your armour. You could already feel your muscles and how sore they felt. Lindir had been right, you really did need some rest and as quickly as possible. You took a look at the bed, thinking about how Lindir was still shy about sleeping in the same bed, even though you had started courting a good while back. He had never been too fond of fighting and it broke your heart every time you had to leave for one. You still didn’t understand fully why he had chosen you, but you couldn’t be happier with him. He was even understanding of your duties, even if he didn’t like it.

You set the armour down, stretching your shoulders which made you groan silently. You began to take off your shirt, slowly lifting it over your head, trying not to get your already tangled hair to become even more of a mess. Just before you were able to slide the shirt off of your wrists, a knock came from the door and then it opened. You cringed, already knowing who it was. Before you were able to turn and face the person, you heard a gasp. “Y/n!” You hissed a little, dropping the shirt on the ground in defeat as you turned to find Lindir standing halfway in the room with a small tray in his hands. He was looking at you with worry and sadness in his eyes, almost speechless. “Melda (dear), look-” You tried to explain yourself but Lindir spoke up before you could. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, his voice sounding panicked as he put down the tray on a nightstand.

You could feel his eyes trace the old and new scars across your body. Some of them had already healed fully, only leaving behind a faint reminder of the injuries you had gotten in battle. The new ones were still red and irritated, but none of them were still bleeding. You had made sure to take care of the bleeding on the battlefield, finding shelter for a moment so you could wrap something around them. “Why have you hidden these from me?” Lindir asked, walking closer to you. You looked away from him, in shame of the fact that you hadn’t been honest with him. “Lindir, please hear me out.” You muttered, taking the silence he gave you as a sign to continue. “I see your worry and concern, and I didn’t want you to feel that way. I was going to take care of them myself. Goheno nin (forgive me).” You explained to him, hoping that he would understand. The silence he was giving you was destroying you inside and outside but you didn’t say anything, letting him speak up when he felt ready to. “Melda (dear), you could have told me. I could have helped you.” He then said, hovering his hand carefully around the wounds he was able to see. You bit your teeth together when he accidentally touched the skin. “Sorry…” He mumbled, bringing you closer to him carefully, as if you were going to break otherwise. “Let me help you with these, it breaks me more to see you in pain.” He whispered so quietly you wouldn’t have heard him if he wasn’t so close to your ear. “Feel free to.” You replied with a small smile tugging on your lips. Lindir let go of your waist, gently leading you to sit on the bed. He opened the nightstand drawer, and after looking for a moment he pulled out something. It looked like tape, but you assumed that it was something else. Lindir cut off pieces of the tape and turned to you. “I got you some food as well.” He commented, putting one end of the tape on the other side of one of the injuries, stretching it to the other side so the wound closed up. You gritted your teeth together as he put more of the tapes on the wounds, closing them one by one. Every now and then he would quietly apologize when you let out small whines. You could see his expression twist into a frown every time he heard you groan from the pain, which made you try to be as quiet as you could.

Lindir finished applying the tape on the ‘worst’ wounds. You didn’t think they needed that much care, but you let him do it nevertheless. Knowing it made him happy to help you heal, even if the injuries weren’t bad. “Lindir, I’m sorry I’ve been lying to you.” You mumbled, breaking the silence that had been building up. He hummed calmly, offering you the tray he had brought with him. “I understand why you did what you did. But please, you can tell me in the future.” You took the tray he offered, smiling at him. “I will.” You started, taking a spoonful of the soup he had brought to you. “Gi melin (I love you).” You whispered out, the smile turning into a smirk as he was still able to blush when you told him that. “Gi melin.” He whispered back at you before he stood up. “You should really rest now. I’ll join you later.” Lindir said, taking a step closer to the door. “N'i lû tôl (until then)” You replied to him, continuing to eat the food.

You laid down, pulling the covers on top of you to keep you warm. “Posto vae melda (rest well, dear).” Lindir’s voice said from the door before he closed it. You smiled after he had left. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep, since you were already exhausted from the battle.

The next time you woke up, the whole room was dark. No light coming in from the windows, through the thin curtains. You felt someone sit on the bed and soon lay down. Still half asleep, your brain kept telling you to fall back asleep, but even though that, you knew the person who had jouned you was Lindir. He turned to face you, seeing that you were only half awake.Not saying anything, he only placed his arm carefully on your waist, afraid he would hurt you by accident since the wounds were still healing. The action made you smile. You shuffled a little closer to him before falling asleep again.

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the-dreaming-plastic-dinosaur · 3 months

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Eldritch Maglor and Daeron, and Modern Lindir

This amazing AU from @thescrapwitch has been stuck in my head for a while, and the last one Modern AU is just woaw!

And of course, go read it it's incredible!

#silmarillion #the silmarillion #lord of the rings #maglor #daeron #lindir #eldritch elves #fanart #fanfic

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nimbusnight28174 · 4 months

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A family gathering

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@lotr20 | day 4 | family | friendship

With eight days to go before the party, Arwen came home from Lotlórien; and she was accompanied by Lindir, who had journeyed there briefly too see a fellow scholar. From her letters, the two had been verging on violence by the end of it, and from the foul mood of his advisor, Elrond suspected they had not resolved things. That, or he was simply tired from being on the roads, for Lindir was an elf of comfort and not one for travelling.

But regardless of how they had parted, Elrond was certain the two would continue their correspondence; for whatever Lindir said, they were friends and had been so for many years. And so, with the assurance that his friend would be alright and with a short greeting before he slipped away inside, Elrond turned his attention back to his daughter, who was just now stepping off her horse after waving off the guard come to help her down.

Arwen was beaming as she approached, throwing her arms around him in an embrace, and Elrond smiled greatly in turn, for he had missed his daughter dearly in her absence and was glad to see her home safe. If there were tears in her eyes, only he would know.

They reconvened later that evening in the privacy of the dining hall, and many more greetings and welcome backs were given as family and friends gathered together to enjoy a meal in pleasant company; and many stories were shared of the times that had passed, and they were happy ones, for this was a moment of joy. Whilst Lindir had not shared with Arwen what exactly went down in the Golden Woods, but Erestor was glad to say that he was in a far better mood now than when he had arrived back, but that the minstrel had said not to disturb him the next few days unless The Dagor Dagorath had come early. Be that as it may, she had plenty of other tales to share, and so did the others.

Glorfindel recounted the Great Battle of the Snowball Field, as it had become known amongst the children, to the delighted laughter of Arwen, and Erestor had to hide his own amusement behind a drink so it would not go to his head; Elladan and Elrohir told of another incident with Glorfindel, that had the older elf flushing and avoiding the intense glare of his lord, and Erestor quick to join in with more before Glorfindel retaliated. By the time they finally parted, the hour was late but their spirits high.

#lord of the rings #lotr #lotrweek #arwen #elrond #elladan #elrohir #glorfindel #erestor #lindir #family #friendship #fluff #winter #lotr fic #lotr fanfic

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luna-redamancy · 2 years

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for your celebration, can i request lindir with his husband trying ( & succeeding ) in showing him how much he loves an adores him? i feel like there are times where lindir would get insecure & worried in their marriage that his husband could do better. M!Reader is clearly having none of it, he’d move mountains themselves for lindir, so he spends the entire day-night just proving/worshiping lindir.

Hello, my dear! Here it is! I hope you enjoy it:

It wasn’t anything specific that made you notice Lindir’s insecurities. No, nothing gargantuan that truly sent off a lightbulb in your head as an ‘aha, this is the problem’. It was the little things.

It started with him not attending dinners with you in public, but rather seeking refuge in his study, then came the subconscious pulling away from your affections if in front of others. Following this were the lingering stares, the gentle tug on the corners of his mouth that would only ever go away when you would wrap your arms around him.

And then finally it hit you when you saw his frown deepen and his brow furrow in thought when a young elleth approached to ask questions about the newest event Elrond was planning. Truly innocent. However, the hand on your arm and the polite smile that came to your lips made Lindir think ever different.

“He deserves better,” You recalled him muttering to himself, anger filling your being as you watched his eyes cast downward. He could not see that you truly only cared for him.

That’s when you decided to begin your plan.

You awoke him with gentle kisses to his eyelids, caressing lips pecking small but meaningful kisses down the front of his cheeks before moving to where his cheekbones meet his temples, a grin pulling on your face as Lindir’s eyes opened.

“Good morning,” You muttered before cupping his cheek in your hand, tilting his face ever so slightly so your lips could slot against his.

Lindir responded by melting into you, a pleased sigh leaving him as you rubbed a soothing thumb over his jaw.

“Good morning to you too,” He uttered, slightly out of breath as he looked at you with wide eyes and a soft smile, a rosy blush developing on his cheeks.

“What was that for?” He questioned, feeling flustered all over as you simply cuddled up to his side.

“No special reason,” You replied, voice soft as you held him to you. “Just wanted to give you extra love, that’s all,” You murmured as you began to press more kisses into his skin.

“Oh?” His voice was teasing, but you could tell he was genuinely suspicious of your sudden affections.

“Mhm,” You made a noise of agreement to your previous statement, peppering kisses across his shoulder and collar.

“I don’t believe you,” Lindir joked, but you could tell from his previous insecurities he was concerned, and one thing you knew after all this time was that Lindir enjoyed knowing what you were going to do next- so this sudden change in your behavior, a more present form of affection, startled him and left him feeling as if he was about to go overboard.

“Well that’s alright,” You replied, pulling back to look at him, briefly pausing to tuck a hair that was in his face behind his ear.

“You don’t need to believe me, I will simply show you.”

After an hour or so of kissing and cuddling, murmuring your affections into his skin, Lindir was truly flustered but melting in your embrace, heart feeling reassured and cared for.

His ears were tinted red and feeling warm to the touch, as well as his whole face flushing every time you pressed a kiss to his skin. But with each kiss, each whisper, each squeeze, the insecurities that mounted on his shoulders for weeks now were pushed off like boulders down a mountain.

“I believe I must get to work now, my love,” He spoke, body not really wanting to leave your side but his anxious brain reminded him of how much paperwork he left on his desk last night.

“You’ll be happy to know that you have the day off,” That was another part of your plan, schedule the day off with Elrond so you two didn’t have to go anywhere.

Lindir didn’t know whether to feel frightened or excited by your grin as you propped yourself above his form, eyes twinkling as you stared at him.

“You are all mine today, Melda (beloved).”