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welikeimagines-andfandoms · 3 months

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LOTR/ The Hobbit Preference: How You Met (2/4)

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Kili

You and Kili meet during the quest to reclaim Erebor. Oddly enough you arrived on the quest right as the company were in the middle of fighting off a bunch of orcs. Gandalf was relieved to see you but the presence of such a cute human woman seemed to confused the rest of the company.

“Y/N! Thank the Valar you’re here!” Gandalf shouted as you walked into the fight.

Kili was confused and as he looked to see the sweet looking woman, he was awestruck. His awe and confusion only intensified as you were running towards him sword drawn.

“Get down!” He heard you shout as you pushed him aside, your blade landing in the guts of an orc.

Before he had the chance to thank you, you were off. Managing to slay just as many as the rest of the company combined, they all looked at you in awe.

“Guess I’ll be a good asset to the team.” You smile at the group of dwarves as you make your way back over to them.

“Especially to keep you safe.” You wink at Kili, causing the prince to smirk and blush.

Legolas

Legolas and you meet when he goes to Rohan to meet with his friend Eomer. You worked as a barmaid at one of the pubs in town and manage to make the sweet elf blush.

“Hello, your highness. The regular today?” You ask as you approach the table Eomer and Legolas sat at.

“Yes and please, just Eomer.” He politely replies.

“So sorry, and who is our lovely elf friend?” You ask smirking as you turned to a very cute blushing Legolas.

“This is Legolas. He is the prince of the woodland realm.” Eomer introduced.

“Would you like me to call you ‘your highness’ or just Legolas, sweetheart?” You ask the cute elf, now completely ignoring Eomer.

“Uh, ahem, a-ah, ju-just Legolas, is fine.” He shyly stutters out, earning a chuckle disguised as a cough from his friend, and sweet giggle from you.

“How long are you in town for, Legolas?” You ask him, your whole body now facing Legolas.

“Uh-ah, a-a couple more days.” He replies as a blush grows on his pale cheeks.

“Well I guess you’ll have to come back before you leave so you can take me somewhere nice.” You smirk and wink as you turn around, leaving a smirking Eomer and a blushing Legolas.

Lindir

Lindir and you meet when your friend Bard takes you to Rivendell for a spring festival. You watch Lindir play so beautifully that you become enthralled.

As Lindirs performance comes to an end you can’t help but enthusiastically cheer louder than the rest of the audience, embarrassing you slightly but leaving a light blush on Lindirs cheeks.

“You play so beautifully. We don’t have music like that where I’m from; your music sounds like something from a lovely dream.” You can’t help but gush at the sweet elf.

“We-well, thank you very much, I appreciated your applause. It’s not the response I usually get from other elves but that’s not necessarily a bad thing, my lady.” He confessed.

“I’m glad you appreciated it, I was a little embarrassed but I’m glad it brought you joy. I’m not very used to elven culture.” You shyly smile.

“Perhaps I could show you around the festivities, make you feel a bit more comfortable.” He offered.

“That sounds lovely.” You agree as you take the arm he offers.

#Kili #Kili x reader #Kili imagine #legolas #legolas imagine #legolas x reader #Lindir #Lindir x reader #Lindir imagine #lotr #lotr imagine #lord of the rings imagine #lord of the rings #the hobbit #the hobbit imagine

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elficially-done-with-life · 3 months

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Dating Lindir hc

Pairing: Lindir x reader

A/N: Hey. I haven't been quite as active for a week, but that's not because I've lost interest, it's because I've been busy at work and haven't found much time. So as an apology, here are some Lindir hc.

I'm also working on a requested fic right now, so you can look forward to that. 🥰😊

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♡ Before you confessed your love for each other, Lindir had written many songs about you, about your beauty and all the things he admired about you, and now he likes to sing them to you

♡ He does this on quiet evenings, usually after busy days so that you can both relax

♡ While he sings these songs he usually turns bright red

♡ Whenever you run into each other during the day, he smiles shyly at you, sometimes you exchange gentle kisses, but never more than that

♡ He loves to cuddle, and if you do too, that's wonderful

♡ As soon as you see each other after work, he wraps his arms around you and doesn't want to let you go ever again

♡ You have to understand that Lindir didn't assume that you returned his feelings, which is why he sometimes fears he is just dreaming it all, but when he hugs you or is close to you in other ways, he realises that you really love him too

♡ Normally Lindir only sang songs at festivities, but always stood on the sidelines at dances in Imladris

♡ But you were able to persuade him to dance with you

♡ You gave Lindir a healthier lifestyle

♡ You helped him build up courage to tell Elrond honestly when he's too tired to work or when there are just too many things to do, that he could never finish without skipping a night's sleep

♡ He also often takes time off to go for a walk in the forest with you

♡ When he sings in front of an audience, he always searches for your eyes in the crowd and only looks at you, putting all his emotions for you into the Song he is singing

#lindir x reader fic #lindir x reader #lindir #tolkien x reader #x reader #tolkien #elves x reader #the hobbit x reader #lotr x reader #lindir x reader fluff #lindir imagine #lindir headcanons

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kat651 · 2 months

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Prompt: Being dared by Elladan and Elrohir to kiss lindir, just on the cheek, lindir moves last second and y/n ends up kissing him on his lips.

“Come on! What are you so afraid of?” Elladan asked.

“Um how about he doesn’t feel the same and I make it awkward?” You say, not even looking up from what you’re doing.

Elrohir groaned. “It’s just a simple kiss on the cheek! If you don’t do it, we’ll just tell lindir for you.”

“No!” You shout, “I-I’ll do it.”

You grumble and walk over to lindir, wringing your hands nervously.

Lindir looked up from his book. “Oh, hello y/n.”

You felt a blush grow on your cheeks. “H-hi, Lindir…”

Lindir stood, placing the book to the side. “Is everything alright?”

You nodded. “Of corse it is.” You lie. Lindir sits back down and motions to the empty spot next to him.

You sit and take a breath. Lindir turns to set his book down and you quickly go for it. Unfortunately, lindir turns his head last second and your lips land on his. They’re soft and gentle, but you quickly pull away. “I-I…”

You watch as Lindir’s surprised expression changes to a soft smile and leans forward, bringing his lips to yours, he places his hand on the back of your head and pulls your body closer.

Your eyes flutter closed and you moan quietly. “Lindir…”

He smiles at you as your cheeks turn pink. “I love you…”

#x reader #lord of the rings #kat651 #lotr #cute #lindir #lindir x reader #lindir x you #lindir imagine #the hobbit #hobbit

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lovefairymina · 3 months

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*Accidentally swears in front of Linder.*

You did not hear that.

*squishes his cheeks.*

Don't repeat that word, okay? Lord Elrond will kill me if he finds out I taught you to swear. You are too adorable and innocent for this.

Gingerly prying your hands off his cheeks and cupping them in a soft embrace, he chuckled. “Meleth, I'm not a baby who hasn't heard such crudeness before, especially when Lord Erestor and the twins exists.”

#♡{sweet.hugs} ~ {lindir}#lindir #lindir imagine #lindir x you #lindir x y/n #lindir of imladris #minstrel of imladris #imladris #rivendell #lotr imagines #middle earth imagine

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justpostsyeet · 1 year

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Mîr : When is your birthday?

Glorfindel and Lindir : What's a birthday?

Mîr explains concept of birthday, Glorfindel : So,its like begetting day

Mîr: what's a begetting day

Glorfindel and Lindir explains begetting day

Mír : So, instead of celebrating your day of birth you celebrate the day your parents fucked. And here I thought Elves where good old Christians.

#lotr #the lord of the rings #lord of the rings #the hobbit #hobbit #glorfindel #lindir #mîr #glorfindel x mîr x lindir #Mîr Vin universe #glorfindel x oc #glorfindel x reader #glorfindel imagine #lindir imagine #lindir x reader #lindir x oc

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ragingbookdragon · 10 months

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Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story

Lindir x Reader

Word Count: 1.6K Warnings: Angst

Author's Note: :( --> :')

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Their journey back was quiet. She knew all three of them were in a particular state of mourning, she for Fili and Kili, Bilbo for Thorin, and Gandalf for all three of them. The old wizard had felt particularly responsible for the deaths of the three, even though it hadn’t been his fault in the slightest. Usually, when someone she knew had passed, her calling as a songstress had her performing ballads of their lives and greatest deeds, but this time, she couldn’t find it in herself to sing such songs just yet. The wounds still too fresh, memories of her dearest dwarven friends still too heavy a weight on her heart. She knew if she tried, she’d break down in tears. Still though, she kept her hopes high, and her grief hidden enough to comfort the other two on their journey back.

She wasn’t sure where she’d end up. Thorin’s company had simply crossed paths by chance and that was how she’d gotten along, but now, Bilbo was going home, Gandalf escorting him, then he was off to who knows where doing who knows what but only the old wizard. That left her where she had been before—simply wandering. But she’d seen the west, seen the great heights of the Mirkwood trees, seen the low valleys of Lake-town, and the majesty of Erebor. What else was there?

Her thoughts continued to plague her all throughout their travels back, through Lake-town, through Mirkwood, and back through the mountains until they’d come back upon the elven settlement, Rivendell. She couldn’t deny that it was a sight for sore eyes, the comfort, food, and care had been greatly remembered and desired ever since she and Gandalf had departed after the company those months ago.

Lord Elrond and his council were already waiting for them when they finally crossed the bridge and the elf looked rather disheartened when he greeted them. “Welcome back,” he murmured, carefully taking in both Bilbo and her expressions of sadness. “Word has already come from the west.” Elrond looked between them all. “My most sincere sympathies go to you all for your losses.”

She cleared her throat, bowing slightly. “Thank you, my Lord Elrond. It is a most kind gesture. We…the journey there and back have been long and arduous, physically, mentally, and emotionally.” She said nothing more, feeling the tears coming to her eyes as she blinked them away and gently placed a hand on Bilbo’s shoulder, squeezing it for comfort; the hobbit merely reached up and squeezed her hand in return, unable to speak, for his wounds were the greatest.

Gandalf looked at the two close together and asked Elrond, “My old friend, might we find refuge for a day or two before traveling back?”

“Always,” Elrond said and turned, leading them up the stairs and into the courtyard; he looked at the elf standing to his left. “Lindir, take our songstress and hobbit and show them to some rooms. I need to speak to Mithrandir.”

“Of course, my Lord,” Lindir replied and waited for the two travelers to meet him. “Has the journey back been beset by any trouble?” he asked her as he led them.

She inhaled. “Nothing we couldn’t handle.” She tried to smile at him. “How has Rivendell faired since we’ve been gone?”

“As usual. Other than his lordship leaving to Dol Guldur.”

“Ah yes, I heard quite a fearsome battle occurred between the forces of evil and good.” She smiled this time. “Perhaps I shall ask Lord Elrond for the details and compose a ballad. Do you think Lady Galadriel would allow me to perform it for her?”

Lindir laughed quietly. “I would not see why not.” As he brought them to two secluded rooms near the edge of the house, he opened the first door for Bilbo. “Here you are,” he said to him, and Bilbo nodded, finally managing to look up.

“Thank you,” he murmured quietly and looked over at her. “I think I’m going to rest until evening dinner.”

“I understand,” she replied and watched sadly as he disappeared inside and shut the door behind him. It was only but a second then she turned to Lindir in tears and whispered, “My heart aches so deeply for him.”

Lindir gazed at her sadly, and instead of leading her to the next door, he took her to a secluded area of the garden beneath a grand willow. She put her pack down beside the bench and sat down, tucking her legs underneath her as Lindir sat down next to her.

“I’m sorry that you have lost your friends,” he said softly. “Though I did not know them well, I did sense honor among them.”

She nodded, barely able to keep the tears at bay as she looked towards the setting sun. “Bilbo will not speak of what happened before Thorin died. He will only tell us that they parted in friendship.” Tears dripped down her cheeks. “But the boys,” she whispered. “Fili and Kili were just boys. They didn’t deserve this as a fate. They deserved to grow up in their homeland. Find loves and have families.” She looked at him. “It isn’t fair, Lindir.”

“No, it isn’t.”

Her expression pinched. “I survived. A useless trobairitz who couldn’t even swing a sword or draw a bow and three battle hardened dwarves didn’t. What kind of fate is that? Why me? Why useless m—”

“You are not useless,” Lindir interrupted with a rather harsh look for the reserved elf. “You survived because it is what fate wished. You survived because fate has not come calling for you yet.”

She frowned and swallowed thickly. “But I wanted them to survive as well.”

“Yes,” he sighed, reaching over to take her hand in his slender one; he gently brushed his thumb over the back of her thumb. “That is our greatest ache. The ones who did not join us at the end.”

Her gaze met his. “Truthfully, Lindir, I don’t know where to go now.”

“What do you mean?”

“Bilbo is going home to the Shire, Gandalf I assume is going to off doing what wizards do…but for myself?” she shrugged. “I am back to traveling the land singing for gold and fame.”

“You have no home to go back to?”

Her eyes were humored but had a sadness to them. “The home I had as a girl is long gone. A songstress knows no home but the next stage.”

Lindir gazed at her, mouth opening and closing for a moment before his cheeks tinted pink and he asked, “…perhaps you could make Rivendell your home?”

She blinked. “I beg your pardon?”

He shifted in his seat. “You have no home, but you acted wonderfully as an ambassador between the elves and the dwarves.”

A laugh escaped her. “You mean I mothered them and glared until they obeyed.”

Lindir smiled. “However you managed it, it worked. I could not imagine a better place for you.”

“An ambassador? Lindir, I am a singer. My role is to compose and sing the songs of our heroes. The ones who live, the ones who die. I am simply their storyteller.”

“Yes, but the people respect you for your role in Thorin’s company. You represent a great position amongst other races. I am not naïve to assume that your voice does not have sway too. You could be the connection between our races.”

She gave Lindir a look. “Something tells me, you wish me to stay in Rivendell more than anything else.”

Lindir swallowed thickly, took a deep breath, and admitted, “I…have been hoping that you would come back to Rivendell.”

“Oh?”

His cheeks warmed. “Meleth nîn…”

“Oh, there are those words again,” she teased. “Lindir, if I didn’t know any better, I would think you have not been thinking I would return so much as you have been thinking about kissing me.”

Lindir looked like a startled deer, red cheeks, a bit frazzled if she were honest and he tried to splutter out some form of a reply but ceased when her laughter reached his ears, like twinkling stars and he gave her a heartfelt smile when she scooted a bit closer and leaned closer to him, nuzzling his cheek.

“If it soothes your wild heart, I have long thought about you, Lindir.”

He turned slightly, their noses brushing, and he murmured, “I have been talking to Lord Elrond about your possible staying here if you ever returned.”

“Uh huh, and what did he say?”

“He would think about it.” Lindir blinked. “That answer usually means yes.”

“How do you know?”

“Because that’s what he would tell Lady Arwen when she was a child and she asked for something only to give it days later.”

“Oh? So, my stay is already promised?”

“I truly enjoyed your singing.” He cleared his throat, adding, “we all enjoyed your singing.”

She smiled at him, gently pressing her lips to his cheek, and she said, “Well guess what? You get to hear it whenever you want.”

“You will stay?”

“If you’ll have me,” she chirped and Lindir’s face split into a handsome smile.

“I would have you with me forever.”

“That sounds like a marriage proposal.”

“I…had planned on trying to court you…if you ever returned.”

She blinked, staring at him, then she shifted across the bench and laid down, putting her head in Lindir’s lap. “I think I would enjoy that greatly, Lindir.”

“O—oh?” he replied, fumbling with himself on where to put his hands until he settled for resting one on her hip and the other gently in her hair.

“Mhm…a lot.”

“I’m glad,” he said, smiling down at her as the tension began to ease from her expression and body, eyes slipping shut as they enjoyed the setting sun together.

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elithilanor · 2 years

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Imagines for Elves Responses to a Reader Suffering Sensory Overload (from a person who suffers from sensory overload and overstimulation) p3

Legolas: Cuddler. Story-teller. Braider.

Legolas is *such* a worrier. Like sure, he’s a fun, risky, dorky elf, but he worries about those he cares about especially watching his father and forest declining.

He sees you remove yourself from the celebration in the tavern and he frowns and immediately follows; he noticed that you’d been more out of sorts as the evening wore on and the excitement and noise level grew.

When he finds you in the corridor to your rooms, hands shaking as you try to press the key into the lock, he takes it from you with gentle hands and swiftly unlocks the door before ushering you inside. He stokes the fire then piles you with blankets before the presses against you, arms tightly holding you as you bury yourself in his chest.

He speaks softly so as not to unsettle you and weaves the stories that were passed down between the Silvan elves about the stars and sun and trees. He speaks of his home, of Greenwood the Great, and it’s beauty. He speaks of his siblings and the terrors they inflicted upon their father. As you drift to sleep, he runs his fingers through your hair and braids it back from your face so the strands won’t bother you as you sleep.

Glorfindel: Bright. Warm. Humorous.

This elf is full of laughter and warm eyes and kind romantic gestures. He loves (and loses) with his full heart and puts his everything into your relationship. Most would think that he never is quiet except when he’s tearing through enemies on the battlefield, but that’s a lie. He’s quiet when he’s relaxed and he’s quiet when you’re asleep. But, most of all, he’s quiet when you need him to be.

As a soldier reborn, he’s used to seeing the side effects of war on those he cares about so he’s very well-versed in what to do, be it friend, soldier, or partner. As a partner, he’s first try soft humor and warm kisses to try and pull his partner out of any sensory overload. If that doesn’t work, he’s a big hugger. He’s also likely to get you into a bath and brush out your hair.

His secret, however, is lying on you and crushing you with his body weight (middle earth’s version of weighted blankets is elves pass it on). He’s gentle and makes sure to never hurt you, of course. But he knows better than anyone that sometimes the best way to relieve the weight of one’s mind is to place it temporarily somewhere else.

Lindir: Nervous. Unsure. Caring.

Honestly I kind of have a hard time with Lindir. Baby seems stressed and nervous and so I think having a partner who becomes similarly will probably make him really stressed out too. He tried his best to assist you through other means, however, because he loves you and wants to help.

The first time he sees you in overload, he actually panics and gets Lord Elrond. Incredibly useful, but also kind of a lot because he’s they fucking Lord of the Valley, Lindir, dear Valar. The second time, he brought so many snacks and fruit drinks that he had to help you, but the tea helped settle your stomach. The third time, Lindir found some kittens and proceeded to bury you in them.

That worked!! and now he makes sure to keep a roster of all the cats and their kittens in the main house along with the stables and granary so he can bury you if you’re having a rough day.

Erestor: Darkness. Silence. Safety.

Erestor was as typically quiet as you were as typically loud. His eyes tracked you and his lips smiled watching you, but your exuberance was often your own. He preferred the quiet of an empty library. After all, the books spoke their stories loud enough to him. But he never turns you away, instead pulling you close to him and into his office so you both can take refuge from prying eyes.

So in those times when his partner comes to him in distress from the stress of the world or the merrymaking of visiting dwarves, Erestor closes the library and extinguishes all of the braziers except one farthest from you. He’ll sit down with you in a heap of pillows hastily constructed - but always readily available for just these situations - in the center of the tallest shelves and lean back against the books. He says nothing, does nothing, and you watch his measured breaths until you can breathe in again yourself. He’ll start softly touching your hands and arms only when you can come mostly back to yourself. He’ll hold you when you ask but not a moment before.

@sorrow-and-bliss p3

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warriorofthought · 1 year

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He wants to court you

Summary: Imagine Lindir telling you that he loves you and that he would like to court you.

Lindir X Male Reader

Word count: 1007

Warnings: no one

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You are an excellent elven warrior and healer. After your mother died, you went in search of the place she always told you about.

Rivendell.

Your mother was right, the place is beautiful and Lord Elrond welcomed you with open arms.

Because you were always teased for your knowledge and love of books in your hometown, nothing held you there after your mother's death.

Here in Buchtal they accept you as you are. Quiet, observant, and happy to keep to yourself, seems to be no fault of the elves here.

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I head towards the library to read a new book about stars. When I get there, the supervisor greets me and I nod in response. Then I walk to the shelf where I think my next book is. Gently, I let my fingers glide over the books and come to a stop at the appropriate book. Happily I pull it out and walk with it to my chamber.

Out of sheer curiosity, I don't pay attention to my surroundings and I'm already flipping through the book. As I turn the corner, I bump into something and drop the book.

Confused, I look around and see the book being held out to me.

"Mellon, you didn't hurt yourself, did you?" asks Lindir.

"No, I didn't," I whisper, taking the book with a slight smile.

"Thank you."

Lindir gives me another checking look before nodding in understanding.

"Where are you off to in such a hurry?"

"To my chamber, so I can read the book."

"Then be careful." At that, he clears a path for me and lets me through.

I give him a quick nod before continuing on my way.

"Y/N, do you want to take a walk with me in the garden tonight, we can talk about your new knowledge if you like?"

Surprised at the offer, I quickly turned back to Lindir.

"Are you sure you want to go for a walk with me there?"

"Of course y/n, I would be happy if we could meet at the fountains tonight."

"Okay, yeah sure I'd love to, I'll see you tonight then," I stammer, smiling slightly.

"I'm looking forward to it," I added quickly before taking my leave for my chamber.

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When I see from my balcony that it is slowly getting dark outside. I decided that it's time to meet with Lindir. Therefore I put the book on the desk and went to the fountain.

When I get there, Lindir is already standing there. He looks relaxed as he watches the water from the fountain.

As I approach him, he turns to me and smiles.

"I hope you haven't been waiting for me long, Lindir?"

"No, I've only been here a few moments too, Tingilya (twinkling star)."

"Shall we?"

I nod to him. And together we stroll through the garden.

I tell him what I've read in the book and he listens intently, asking great questions about it.

Which fills my heart with the feelings of happiness.

Lindir leads us to an isolated spot with a sparkling little pond.

I am surprised when I see that there are some snacks and two glasses to drink from and I glance over at Lindir. He takes my hand encouragingly and pulls me to the blanket.

Then we both sit down.

"I hope this is okay and I didn't go too far?" Unsure, Lindir looks at me.

Smiling, I look at him "It's fine, don't worry, I like it Lindir"

"Hmm, but is there a reason why you made so much effort, a simple walk had made me happy too"

"Yes, y/n I wanted to talk to you "

"I enjoy listening to you Lindir, so feel free to tell me whatever is on your mind".

"I... I know this is probably unexpected, especially since we're both men, but I love you, as much as you love the stars and the world of books, my heart has only been beating for you since you came here. I was afraid to tell you about it, but in the last few weeks I've been trying to show you with little gestures that I'm interested in you. This may sound completely crazy now. But I love seeing you close your eyes and hold your face to the wind when we are outside and you disappear into the world of books. It's a beautiful sight and in that moment I feel that I really love you. I love how your smile lights up the world when you feel the magic of adventure. You have shown me that there are so many beautiful and incredible things in this world and I have also been fascinated by your adventures as a warrior, your travels have not always been too dangerous and I can't wait to explore more of your thoughts and the world with you!

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You have taken me on so many incredible journeys and allowed me to experience so many wonderful things and even though we never left Rivendell once. I crave your closeness, I like it when you keep me company while I do my chores for Lord Elrond, the silence between us is never uncomfortable.

So I wanted to tell you that I love you and if you could imagine, well, if we could both courting or if I could court you? "

"Courting me? Are you sure you want to court me, an elven knight who doesn't fit in his homeland?"

Doubting, I look into his eyes, searching for the truth.

Gently, Lindir grabs my hands and pulls me a little closer to him. His hand gently slides to my face, embracing it. His thumb gently runs over my cheek. Before his eyes catch mine.

My breath hitches in my throat when i see how much Lindir's eyes sparkle as he looks at me.

"I'm very sure y/n, if you feel something for me too, will you allow me to court you?"

I nod and lean against his hand.

"I would love to, Lindir. I love you too."

#Lindir x male reader #lotr #lindir #fluff fic #short story #lindir imagine #lindir rivendell #oneshot #lord of the rings

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make-me-imagine · 11 months

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Lindir x Hummingbirds

Requested by anonymous

A/n: Unfortunately there aren't very many good photos of Lindir to use, but I hope you like it~

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @imaginesfire, @onuen, @rexit-mo, @witchygagirl, @alexxavicry

Lotr Taglist: @ta-ka-shi-ma, @emptyflowerpots, @dominos-palast, @maellem, @stargirl-05, @gatefleet, @cauliflowertree, @writerfulltime, @lunes08 (changed url?), @skylions-den, @endlessbittersweetdreams, @nonbinarynyli, @sunnysidesidra

#Lindir #lotr #lord of the rings #the hobbit #this is so bad im so sorry lmao #lindir mood board #lindir moodboard #lotr mood board #lord of the rings mood board #mood board #moodboard #lotr moodboard #lord of the rings moodboard #the hobbit mood board #the hobbit moodboard #lindir imagine

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miloren · 2 years

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Imagine Lindir blushing every time you say something nice to him

#lindir #lindir x reader #lindir imagine

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sanisse · 2 years

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Do you think you could do something for lindir? My boi doesn't get enough love. Thank you! 👍

Lindir is SUCH a blorbo of mine. Baby boi. Babie.

Daybreak | Lindir x GN!Reader

Pairing: Lindir x GN!Reader

Spice level (1-5): 🌶🌶 (mild and sweet)

Warnings/tags: cuddling, morning sex, handjobs, enough fluff to give you cavities

Minors DNI. Your media consumption is your own responsibility.

Lindir is still asleep when you wake. The light streaming in through your bedroom window in Imladris is paling. You’re slotted behind him. He pressed up against you sometime during the night, seeking your touch just like he always does. The morning light spins his sweet face into something almost angelic, alabaster, porcelain. Dark eyelashes curled up on his cheeks. You smile and prop yourself up on one elbow, just watching him sleep, watching the peaceful rise and fall of his chest as he breathes deeply, in and out. It’s beautiful: he’s beautiful-- when he’s like this, so at peace. Such a change from how he hovers anxiously from task to task, always so concerned about making mistakes.

When you can’t take it anymore, you brush some of his dark hair back behind his ear, then bend over him to kiss his cheek.

Lindir stirs. His eyes flutter open. Mindlessly, he turns to seek another kiss. You press your lips to his, cradling his face. It’s tender and sleep-soaked and perfect. He rolls back over and shuts his eyes.

“Good morning,” you whisper, carding your hands through his hair.

He smiles, still curled up tight and half-asleep. “Good morning.”

“What did you dream of?” you ask him.

“You,” he whispers back. “Always you.”

Your heart flutters. You kiss the back of his neck: the sensitive spot just beneath his ear, and sling your arm around him. Lindir pushes that much more back into your space, pressing the length of his spine against your chest with a happy sigh.

He’s perfect.

You trace the curve of his hip, then your hand wanders between his legs and you feel that he’s half hard.

You make a delighted little sound. Even when he’s still groggy, Lindir has the wherewithal to blush.

“You really were thinking of me,” you tease softly.

Lindir pushes his hips back into yours. It feels so good-- so good--

Gently, you slip beneath the soft cotton trousers he likes to sleep in and take his cock in your hand.

Lindir lets out a sweet, high-pitched whine and stiffens almost immediately at your touch. You kiss his neck again, then give him a little nip. When he reaches for you, you take his hand in your free one, lacing your fingers together and giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

You start to stroke him. Just slow, decadent touches. Pausing every so often just to tease the head with your fingertips. Then gathering the beads of moisture that are already forming and working them down, down, until he’s slick and covered with a thin sheen of sweat all over his pale, lithe body. It only makes him look that much more angelic.

His pink mouth is parted. Bright poppies come into his cheeks. He gasps and mewls for you, desperate little noises that have you aching for him. Then he starts twisting his hips, gasping out: please, please, please---

You slow your strokes. Tease the head again. The broken sound that escapes him is half-petulant, half-sweet.

“Please,” he murmurs again, casting a saucer-eyed, luminous look over his shoulder at you.

You keep teasing him, just to relish the way he jerks and trembles. So unbearably adorable when he’s putty in your hands.

He turns to face you, buries his face in your shoulder and keeps whimpering as you touch him. When he lets go of your hand to curl it in the bedsheets, you know he’s close. You speed, murmuring encouragements in his ear, telling him how sweet he looks, how beautiful, how much you love him--

--he comes apart at that with a wrecked wail. Tears well up on his eyelashes as he splatters your hand and his own stomach, twisting in your grip, face pinched, pink mouth parted. You don’t think you’ve ever seen anything more delicate, more pretty.

You kiss his forehead. His eyes slip shut. Those tears leak out. You dry them for him.

“I love you,” you whisper again.

“I love you too,” Lindir replies breathlessly. He pulls away to look up at you with such unadulterated adoration it hurts, and touches your face. “Let me return the favor?”

You crack a smile and reply: “I won’t say no to that.”

#Lindir x reader #lindir x you #lindir imagine #the hobbit x you #lotr x you #spicy #this was cute #:)

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welikeimagines-andfandoms · 6 months

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Imagine having FWB all over Middle Earth

Imagine being a very skilled healer, taught under Gandalf and Elrond. You travel all over Middle Earth , helping those in need and have earned yourself friends along the way 😉

I live in the ‘everyone lives and Thorin and Thranduil don’t hate each other as much’ universe stg 😂

If you want proper headcanons I could do

When you visit Rivendell you get to see Lindir

When you visit Erebor you get to see Thorin

When you visit Mirkwood you get to see Thranduil

When you visit Lothlórien you get to see Haldir

#lotr #the hobbit #lotr imagine #the hobbit imagine #Lindir #Lindir imagine #Lindir x reader #Thorin #Thorin imagine #Thorin x reader #Thranduil #Thranduil imagine #Thranduil x reader #Haldir #Haldir imagine #Haldir x reader

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 1 year

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The last Christmas cookie

Pairing: Lindir x Female reader

Summary : The last christmas cookie. You and Lindir want it. You and Lindir don’t want the other to have it. High jinks ensue.

Themes: Soft | Fluff | Christmas | Modern AU

Warnings : Play wrestling | Innuendo | Kissing? I think?

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It was cold as sin. The streets outside were quiet, and glowed red, gold, and green, cheery colours that scattered the late-night gloom.

The tree was up, fully decorated, and a fire burning away cheerfully in the hearth. You and Lindir had huddled up on the carpet, reading and eating christmas cookies. You were both so engrossed in your books that you hadn't noticed the pile of baked treats had shrunk to one. When your hand and his reached for the plate, they struck cold ceramic. "What?" You look down, only to see a single cookie remaining. "We ate them all?"

"Indeed we have," Lindir put his book away, with his eyes on the cookie the entire time. "Well, almost all. There’s but one left." He gulped, his eyes lighting up at the red frosting, the white tree--

The snowflakes in the background, the snow-covered earth. You could feel your mouth watering, your fingers itching to wrap themselves around the cookie. Lindir had the same feeling, then his eyes lifted to yours. "You—you don’t happen to want it," He asked nonchalantly, before turning his gaze back to the plate, one eye on your hand, and one eye on the cookie. "Do you?"

Your stomach growled, as if to say, one more. "Actually, I do." You inched your hand a little closer to the cookie. He did the same. "I want to eat it."

He was not going to let you have it. "So do I," Lindir mumbled, then quickly batted your hand away. You tried to bat his hand off the plate. "Lindir," you giggled when the two of you playfully tried to nudge each other out of the way. "Let me have the cookie."

Lindir, ever the forward-thinking elf that he is, had the good sense to send the plate sliding away from both of you. When you lunged forward, he grabbed onto your waist, making you squeal. "No, y/n," He grabbed onto your sides, tickling you, making you laugh, his own cheeks red with mirth. "No, let me have it."

"L-l-lindir--" you giggled and squealed. You tried to squirm your way out of his grasp, but he had a good grip on you. "L-l-let g-go!"

Lindir was giggling now. "N-no." He kept tugging you back, trying to go forward himself, not succeeding whenever you tried to squirm away from him. Feeling you so close to him, grinding against him as you tried to get away, made him hard. "I w-will not let you go."

"Gimme!" you reached for the plate, your fingers trying to find purchase on the outer rim. "Gimme the cookie!"

His eyes went wide-eyed with shock when the noise of the plate being pulled across the carpet reached his ears. "Y/n! No!"

Lindir tried to pull you back. Alas, it was too late. By the time he pulled you back to him, the cookie was already halfway in your mouth. His eyes narrowed to angry slats. "You cookie thieving little--"

You arch an eyebrow, your mouth full of half-eaten cookie, the other half still sticking out as if to taunt him. "Whaf?"

That uneaten half was too tempting to resist. Lindir eyed it for the briefest of moments before smiling like anything and dipped his head. You felt his teeth sinking into something. The cookie felt lighter. Lindir lifted his head with a triumphant smirk. And that’s when you realized, Lindir was contentedly munching on the other half of the cookie. "Vefy nife." Mouth full, he grinned that Cheshire cat grin of his, thoroughly pleased with himself.

There was something positively delicious about the piece of cookie he had. Lindir sat up straight, took his time to finish, to savour every last morsel. "Vefy nife indeef." Shamelessly, he wiped his lips, licking what crumbs were there off his fingers. "I guess my noble mother was right when she said food from another’s plate always tasted better." He smirked when you glared and sat up. "She only did it with my father of course, and when it was just the two of them at home so--"

You huffed and finished what remained of your share of the cookie. "You will pay for that," you mutter under your breath while dusting yourself off. "I was hoping to finish off that cookie."

Play wrestling with you had put him in a mood for other things. "Well," When Lindir narrowed his eyes, you could see them glinting wickedly in the light of the fire. "If you want to wrap those pretty lips of yours around something that badly," he said huskily, "I have just the thing for you." Tilting his head to the side, Lindir traced a line over your thigh, making you tremble. "And it’s much bigger than a cookie."

The innuendo made your cheeks burn, and the hand gliding up your thigh made you shiver. "I’m not that hungry," you mumbled, not wanting to give him even an inkling of what his touch was doing to you.

"Really?" Lindir chuckled huskily. "Your mouth says one thing, but your cheeks and eyes say something else altogether, meleth." He curled a finger under your chin and tilted it up. "Oh yes, there it is, plain as day. The red cheeks, the widened eyes." He ran a thumb over your lips. groaning when your mouth parted slightly.

You could’t help but purr when his thumb kept circling your lips, your heart racing like you had been running for miles. Your body’s response was one of need, that he was not the only one in the mood, after all. Lindir closed his eyes, groaning under his breath when you wrapped your lips around his thumb. "Still not in the mood?" He breathed when he pulled his finger away.

"Well, what if I am in the mood?" Your breath had now grown as ragged as his. His offer of letting you put your mouth to other uses was proving to be more appealing by the second.

Lindir smirked, took your hand and helped you up. He led you back to the sofa and sat down, had you standing in front of him. "Now," he said, tossing a cushion to the carpet between his legs. "Let’s put that pretty little mouth of yours to good use."

You blush, but grin and sink gracefully to your knees.

#lindir #lindir x reader #lindir imagine #lotr #tolkien #the twelve days of tolkien #writing #creative writing #writeblr #fan fiction

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kat651 · 4 months

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hey, I got a little request for a fluffy care fic but it’s more of a sensitive topic so if ya don’t want to do it I understand but… could you do something with a female elf reader x Lindir and it’s ‘shark week’ but he’s so naïve and innocent he doesn’t realize that’s why she’s in pain until someone tells him. If this makes you uncomfortable you don’t have to.

You lay in bed, hugging your stomach. This pain was unbearable. Your world began to grow blurry and you moaned. Your stomach hurt, your back hurt, and you were hungry.

“Y/n?” Lindir slowly opened the door to your room. “What are you still doing in bed? Lord Elrond had been waiting for you for over two hours.”

“Leave me be, I’m in pain…” you whispered.

“What do you mean?” Lindir asked, walking over and pulling the blanket down so he could see your face.

You looked up at him as his face changed to one of shock and concern. “Y/n, you’re pale…what’s wrong?”

You whimpered and clutched yourself tighter. He sat and gently rubbed your back. “Do you want me to bring you some tea along with something to eat?”

You nodded and he gave your shoulder a squeeze before standing. “I’ll let lord Elrond know you’re not feeling well…” he whispered.

You moaned in response before closing your eyes.

-.-.-

Lindir placed a plate on a tray along with a small tea pot and a cup and took the tray back to your room. He slowly entered and set the tray on the bedside table before slowly sitting you up and stacking the pillows for you to lean agents. “Hey…”

You smiled as he gently brushed your hair from your face. He slowly set the tray on your lap before standing. “I’ll be back shortly, I just have to inform lord Elrond you won’t be joining us today.”

You nodded as you sipped the tea. “Thank you Lindir.”

Lindir left and entered the library.

“Did you find y/n” Elrond asked as he set a few scrolls on a desk.

Lindir looked at him. “I- she’s still in bed. She could barely move and her face was pale. I’m afraid she has an injury she’s not telling us about.”

Elrond chuckled and shook his head. “No lindir, y/n is not injured…”

“What? But- my lord I’m sure you would think differently if you saw her condition-”

“Lindir, the symptoms you’re describing are quite clear. It’s simply that time of month for her.”

“Time of month- what?”

A female elf chuckled and walked over, whispering in Lindir’s ear before taking a few steps back.

Lindir’s face and ears turned bright red. “Oh…I see…” he murmured.

The elf and Elrond began to chuckle.

Lindir turned even more red. “It’s not funny,” he grumbled before walking off embarrassed.

Lindir worked up the courage to enter your room again and he found you clutching your middle.

He frowned and walked over to you. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

You held out one arm, motioning for him to come closer. He did and you pulled him in for a hug. “Just hold me…”

He turned red again and froze for a moment before going to the other side of the bed and scooting over to you and letting you rest in his arms as he leaned agents the pile of pillows.

You buried your face in his shoulder and slowly took in his scent, relaxing a bit. He was stiff for a while but he soon was cuddling you as much as you were cuddling him. He had his cheek wresting on the top of your shoulder.

-.-.-

Lord Elrond searched all over for lindir before deciding to check your room. He opened the door slowly and a smile came to his face when he saw you asleep as lindir gently rubbed your back.

Lindir looked up when he felt eyes on him. “Lord Elrond I-”

Elrond held up his hand. “Take some time off, she needs someone by her side.”

Lindir nodded as the door closed.

You woke some time later and immediately hissed in pain. Lindir was immediately asking you what you needed and you nuzzled closer. “I need a distraction…” You mumbled.

He thought for a second before placing a kiss on your forehead.

You were surprised by his actions and looked up at him. “I…you…”

He looked away, afraid he’d done something wrong.

“You missed…”

He looked at you as his ears heated up and he placed his lips on yours.

#x reader #lindir #elrond #cute #kat651 #lindir x you #lindir x reader #lindir imagine

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