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[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Vision- Elrond x OC

Elrond x Iris

Description: While in the Council of Elrond, Iris experiences visions that leave her physically and emotionally weak. Thankfully her husband is there to comfort her when she has doubts about her past. 

Word Count: 2.2k

“Strangers from distant lands, friends of old,” Elrond greeted the council, standing up respectfully. Iris sat straight with her hands in her lap. It was obvious to everyone that she was tense, nervous even. She knew why her husband had called a meeting of elves, men and dwarves alike and she absolutely hated it. Nevertheless, as his wife she felt obligated to attend by his side, and so there she sat. She glanced around the room, immediately recognizing Aragorn and Legolas, before her eyes landed on her husband as he continued. 

“You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle Earth stands upon the brink of destruction, no one can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom,” he paused before gesturing to Frodo. “Bring forth the Ring, Frodo.” Everyone’s eyes were glued to the hobbit as he stepped forward anxiously. He walked over to the stone plinth in the middle of the circle and placed the Ring on it as carefully as he could. 

“So it’s true,” a man muttered, sounding shocked. Frodo sat back down and sighed, closing his eyes as Legolas and an unfamiliar dwarf eyed the Ring suspiciously. 

“Indeed it is,” Iris responded distantly, eyes not leaving the Ring. Elrond glanced at his wife as he returned to his seat. She barely managed to tear her eyes away and offer him a reassuring smile before the man began to speak again. 

“In a dream, I saw the Eastern sky grow dark,” he paused as he began walking towards the Ring. “In the West, a pale light lingered. A voice was crying, your doom is near at hand. Isildur’s Bane is found.” He glanced at Elrond, who shot Gandalf a concerned look, before gesturing to the ring. “Isildur’s Bane.” Iris’ eyes widened at his words and she let out a loud gasp as Lord Elrond jumped to his feet. 

“Boromir!” He reprimanded sternly. The sky suddenly darkened, and Gandalf began speaking in the Black Speech. Boromir jumped back, staring at the sky in bewilderment. The dwarf shouted as Gandalf stood, continuing to speak. Boromir backed off to his seat while Elrond held his head in pain, and Legolas grimaced as he closed his eyes. Iris, meanwhile, closed her eyes as a sharp pain shot through her head. It felt like agony to her, yet she couldn’t find any words to describe it. 

When the pain settled and Iris opened her eyes, the sky had cleared and the sun reappeared. Her eyes found Elrond’s, and she was quick to notice the worry that filled them. 

“I am alright, my love,” she muttered low enough for him to hear. The elf hesitated at first, but upon receiving a nod from his wife, he stood and looked at Gandalf angrily. He scolded the wizard for speaking the Black Speech, something that had never happened in Rivendell, but Gandalf merely brushed it off before stating that the Ring was evil altogether. Boromir, however, refuted it by saying that it was a gift and that his land, Gondor, should be given the weapon to use it against the enemy. 

“You cannot wield it,” Aragorn spoke up, causing all heads to turn to him. “The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master.” When Boromir questioned what he would know of this matter, Legolas stood rather abruptly. 

“This is no mere Ranger,” he said firmly. “He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance.” Iris had to hold back a smile when she noticed Frodo’s shocked expression, then faced Boromir again as he raised his eyebrows as Aragorn. 

“Aragorn, this...is Isildur’s heir,” he muttered. 

“And heir to the throne,” Legolas added. Aragorn said something in Elvish, which prompted Legolas to sit down. Boromir turned to the elf, stating that Gondor has no King nor does it need one, before sitting down and staring at Aragorn disdainfully. 

“Regardless, Aragorn is right,” Iris ultimately continued as she stood up, wanting to end this meeting as soon as possible. “We cannot use it.” Lord Elrond nodded and stood beside her. 

“You only have one choice. The ring must be destroyed.” 

“Then what are we waiting for?” The still unnamed dwarf questioned. He got up and grabbed his axe. Everyone watched as he brought the axe down on the Ring. 

Immediately, and without warning, a breathless gasp left Iris’ lips. Her eyes became wide as her head tilted towards the sky. Just faintly she could hear someone call her name before her ears began ringing so loud she thought she had a bell beside her head. Images began flashing in her visions.

A singular red eye watched her just as intently as she watched it, then a dark knight appeared, sword raised threateningly. Sauron.

A bright white light suddenly flashed, nearly blinding her before the scorching lava of Mount Doom came into view, nearly splashing on her as it bubbled and boiled.

Those same images flashed in her mind, engraving themselves into her memory. It was overwhelming, and it suffocated her. She couldn’t breathe. 

Then, out of nowhere, it all disappeared and things were back to normal. It felt like whiplash, Iris didn’t know what hit her. Her hearing and sight of those around her came back all at once. The shock from that was enough to make her knees buckle. She just barely registered someone catching her before she fell onto the unforgiving ground, and she numbly looked up to see her husband staring down at her worriedly. His lips moved in slow motion, but his words sounded like muffled nonsense to her. She finally registered what he was saying as he turned to Lindir. 

“Fetch my sons, they should be outside,” he demanded urgently. Lindir nodded and wasted no time in scurrying out. Iris glanced around dazedly. It was clear that no one else had been affected like she had as all eyes were on her worriedly. She flinched as another pair of arms wrapped around her middle, lifting her up and holding her bridal style. Her head lolled to the side before her eyes landed on Elladan. He wasn’t looking at her though, instead at his father as he spoke. 

“Take her to our bedroom and look after her until I get there. I still have business to finish here,” he instructed. 

“Yes Ada (father),” Elrohir and Elladan responded simultaneously. Iris was quick to shake her head, ignoring the dizziness that it caused. 

“No,” she spoke up, finally finding her voice. “I’m fine, I can stay here.” Elrond lifted his hand to her forehead for a moment before dropping it. 

“You’re too warm. Go get some rest, I’ll join you in a bit.” There was a hint of finality in his tone, and Iris knew that there would be no convincing him otherwise. So, although very hesitant, she nodded and allowed Elladan to carry her out of the room, refusing to look at anyone else. 

“Elrohir, for the last time, I don’t need any more blankets. I feel like I’m in a fireplace,” Iris said for what felt like the millionth time at that point. None of her children had allowed her to even step out of bed since she had been brought in. They opted to bring her whatever she needed instead. Not moving around meant that she had to deal with the full force of her children, and there was nothing worse than children when their mother wasn’t well. They had been flocking her like a pack of birds around a feeder, seeing what she wanted and/or needed so that she wouldn’t have to get out of bed. 

“You can never be too sure Ama (mother),” the boy responded with a shrug, setting the small bundle of blankets down by the bed. 

“Where are you even getting all these blankets anyway?” The woman questioned, raising an eyebrow when the elf became sheepish. 

“Nowhere,” he trailed off with his hands behind his back. 

“If Lindir asks what happened to his blanket, pretend like you never saw these,” Elladan added, gesturing to the blankets that his brother had just set aside. Iris opened her mouth to scold the boys, but stopped when the door opened. Arwen appeared in the doorway with a tray of tea and cups in her hands. 

“How are you feeling Ama?” She asked softly, making her way over to the bed. A small smile appeared on the woman’s face and she shook her head. 

“As I’ve been telling your brothers for the last ten minutes, I’m perfectly fine,” she responded, receiving incredulous looks from the others. “I am! Honestly, I just needed a little bit of rest, I’m okay now.” Arwen grinned as she began to pour the tea into a cup. 

“Too bad, Ada says that you’re to stay in bed until he can come check on you,” she said simply. Iris only offered her an exasperated sigh then sat up as her daughter poured milk and sugar into her tea before holding it out to her. 

“Yerba mate tea,” she informed her as the older elf took it. “Ada says that it helps with fatigue and any dizziness you may still have.” Iris mumbled a thanks before taking a sip, cringing a moment later. 

“Careful,” a voice said from the door, making the others look in that direction. Elrond was standing there with his hand on the doorknob and a fond smile on his face. 

“You must learn to wait until the tea has cooled down before taking a drink,” he reprimanded lightly as he walked over to her. 

“Why do that when I could drink tea faster then deal with the repercussions later?” The girl responded simply, making the children laugh. Elrohir scooted over to make room for his father, who took a seat right beside his wife. 

“How are you feeling?” He inquired, already resting his hand against her forehead like he had earlier. 

“Better. Can I get up now?” Elrond chuckled at his wife’s impatience then shook his head. 

“You’re still a little warm.”

“That could be attributed to the hundreds of blankets that both Elladan and Elrohir have supplied me with,” Iris retorted flatly, taking another sip of her tea. Her husband hummed, then glanced around at the twins and Arwen. 

“Leave us please,” he instructed softly. The trio looked hesitant, but once Iris nodded, they stood up. As they walked out, they pressed a kiss to their mother’s cheek. Arwen was the last out, and she was sure to close the door afterwards. For a moment, neither said anything as she continued to sip her tea. Elrond was the one to finally break the silence.

“I’m not going to force you to talk about it,” he started softly, looking at her again. “But I have found that people have been known to feel better if they talk about what bothers them.” Iris hesitated for a moment. She knew that he wasn't lying, he wouldn’t force her to talk about what happened. Did she want to put that burden on him though? 

Her eyes met Elrond’s, and all it took was a reassuring smile to break her. She told him everything that she saw after Gimli attempted to break the Ring, and everything she felt. The fear that coursed through her veins when she saw Sauron, the suffocation that pressed against her chest as she looked into Sauron’s eye, everything. Elrond listened patiently, allowing her to vent her thoughts and feelings. 

“What if,” Iris paused to swallow hoarsely. “What if the reason I had such a reaction was because I truly am the descendant of Sauron?” The fear in her voice was the first thing Elrond noticed, and he immediately shook her head. 

“It matters not who you are descended from, the same way it does not matter who Aragorn descends from,” he responded softly yet firmly, taking his wife’s hand in his. “What matters is who you are. And you are a great witch of Rivendell and excellent healer. You love cloud watching and nice smelling candles while you read. You hate going on hunts with us because you hate the thought of killing any living thing. You are Iris Peredhil, leader of Rivendell and the love of my life.” Iris offered him a weak smile and gingerly squeezed his hand. 

“And you are the light of my life,” she muttered softly. That made the elf grin and he moved over to wrap an arm around her waist, allowing her to rest her head on his chest. 

“Soon you will not have to worry about the Ring,” he informed her. “The Ring will not be staying in Rivendell, it can do you no more harm. A group consisting of hobbits, men, elves and dwarves alike have formed a group called the Fellowship of the Ring and they will be taking it to Mordor to destroy it.” 

“Valar keep them safe,” Iris breathed out quietly, looking up at her husband as she cuddled into him and let him rest his chin on the top of her head. “They will need all the prayers they can get for this journey.” Elrond nodded just a bit, holding her closer. 

“Maybe so, but it is no concern of yours anymore. Or any of Rivendell’s for that matter. All that I care about is that my family is safe and happy.” The girl grinned then pressed a loving kiss to his cheek. 

“You don’t need to worry about that, we’re all perfectly content.” Elrond copied her smile. 

“Then I am as well.”

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[justpostsyeet]

Glorfindel, Lindir and Mîr playing twister

Erestor *walks in* : Nope, not even gonna ask any questions you perverts.

Mîr: But you should 🤭

Erestor : What ?

💫Later💫

Celebrian *Enters* : Wtf

LINDIR : Join us my lady , you'll love it.

💫Much later💫

Elrond *enters* *faints*

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[laerothevalur]

“Always remember, my heart holds you when my arms cannot.”

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[astarothstarion]

“An arrow can only be shot by pulling it backward. When life is dragging you back with difficulties, it means it's going to launch you into something great. So just focus, and keep aiming.”

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[midnight6089]

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Sorry for the late post, work life has been busy but I still intend to post every other Friday ☺️ please like and subscribe

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[eastofeddie]

The Lay of Oropherion Snippet

Here's a pretty little thing that I've been working on for the better half of four (five?) months and will HOPEFULLY be able to continue because school starts next week and I'm already drowning in schoolwork.

Summary: Second Age, Lindon. A little moment between the Lord Thranduil Oropherion and Elrond Peredhel, Herald to the High King of the Noldor.

Word Count: 1k words, give or take (it's only the first half of the first chapter!)

Warnings: the excessive use of the word "bloom" but other than that, everything's all good!

Reviews are welcomed! It helps a long-suffering writer continue this behemoth of a thing she calls a story!

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Second Age 750

Lindon, in the South Gardens of the Royal Palace

“Never would I have imagined Thranduil Oropherion to be mulling over flowers.”

Thranduil sighed and turned around, not letting go of the little bloom. Elrond Peredhel, herald to the Noldorin king, stood with his arms crossed and that Valar forsaken smile spread across his face.

“Just because you are too cowardly to even glance in Celebrían’s direction does not mean that the rest of us are as well.” Thranduil responded with tact and returned his eyes to the bush in front of him.

Elrond clicked his tongue. It really was an odd sight; for despite not knowing Thranduil for very long (about two hundred years or so), it was not in Thranduil’s nature to contemplate over a bushel of flowers. No, he’d stand in a corner and scowl at whoever dared approached him. It had dawned on Elrond once or twice that Thranduil was simply just as emotionally stunted as his father, as scowling during large events seemed to be a family trait.

But if Elrond let his eyes linger around the room, he’d find the one that seemed to lighten up Thranduil’s mood in an instant.

“Personally, I would go with the red tulips.” Elrond said. “The camellias would overcrowd the salvias and the daffodils too much.”

Thranduil tried not to make any faces at the flower still in his hand. It would be a total waste if he couldn’t do it in front of Elrond himself.

“Tulips, on the other hand, would accentuate the bouquet and is a rather good alternative for red roses; which I’m sure you would give to her at a later date.”

Thranduil stands up from where he was crouching, the little bloom falling from his hand. He raised an eyebrow. “Who said I was going to give her red roses?”

“No one did.” Elrond shook his head. “Except no one expects you to give a bouquet of red roses to the Lady Galadriel, do they?”

Thranduil refused to justify that with an answer.

Elrond stifled a laugh but refused to hide the smile that graced his face. “You do know that daisies are her favorite flower?”

Thranduil walked away from him, unconsciously walking towards the bush of daisies just a little ways away from them. “Yes, I know.”

“And you do know that if Saelon or Lord Cýron saw you giving her flowers, they’d have your head?”

“I know.” Thranduil paid no mind to that bit.

“You do also know, of course, that Síloriel is allergic to daffodils?”

“What?” In his panic, Thranduil began plucking the yellow blooms from the bouquet, not even noticing that Elrond had burst into laughter. He scowled and, quite ludicrously, began to gather up the fallen blooms from the ground. “That was not funny, Elrond.”

“It actually is,” Elrond chuckled still. “If you look at it from my perspective, at least.”

Thranduil rolls his eyes but doesn’t even bother to hide the laugh that escapes form him. Elrond, beneath his kindness and the intelligence that earned him his place at Gil-Galad’s court, had an uncanny knack for taking the piss out of Thranduil. In their circle of friends, Elrond was the only one who could ever get away with (subtly, of course) making a joke out of him without expecting him to throttle him in his sleep. Firstly, because throttling one in one’s sleep is a rather messy business and second because, quite frankly, Thranduil liked Elrond.

“It will take more than a bouquet of flowers to win them over, mellon nin.” Elrond said.

“Yes, but I do not need to win them over,” Thranduil replied, gathering a handful of daisies and adding them to the bouquet. “I only need to win her over.”

“Síloriel’s power over her family is great but even she can only do so much.” Elrond sighed as Thranduil ignored him. “If you asked for my counsel—”

“I do not ask for it.”

“But if you did,” Elrond continued. “I would tell you that her brother would not object to the marriage. Nor will the rest of her kin. But her father...”

Thranduil clenched his jaw.

“Lord Cýron is a man of great ambition. He has many plans for the future of his children.” Elrond said. “But while Saelon’s fate has been sealed, Síloriel’s can still be molded.”

Thranduil furrowed his brow. “You do not mean...”

Among the many perks that come with being Herald to the High King (of which there were few), Elrond often had to sit in on many council meetings with Gil-Galad and his troupe of advisers, Sindar and Noldor alike. The latest topic of conversation that graced the council room was the subject of the King’s marriage. Or lack thereof.

“It is still talk, nothing has been decided yet.” Elrond interjected. “There are a number of maidens that are being considered.”

“But Síloriel is the top choice?”

“She is... a front runner, yes.” Elrond tried to swallow the lump in his throat. “But it does not mean that she will be chosen.”

“No, it is only a matter of whether or not Gil-Galad is foolish enough to ignore his council’s wishes and risk a succession crisis by his refusal to take a bride.” Or to risk war with the Sindar by stealing their prince’s future bride, but Thranduil didn’t say that.

“It is a matter of chance, Thranduil.” Elrond said. “There is a chance that Síloriel will marry Ereinion. There is a chance that she won’t.”

Thranduil closed his eyes as Elrond continued. “It is not a race, mellon, it is a coin in the air that has yet to land. Do not lose hope yet.”

“Why should I lose hope if there wasn’t any in the first place?” Thranduil asked rhetorically.

“Ah, but those are the words of a cynic, my friend.” Elrond smirked. “For the vigorous spring shall blossom in the light of the one who shines. And last I heard--”

Elrond leaned in, as if he were telling a great secret. “The light was just seen in the east gardens.”

As he walked away, Elrond laughed as Thranduil, who looked around to make sure that no one would dare interrupt him again, returned to crouching on the ground and gathering handfuls of daisies.

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Tagging some of my favorite Tolkien writers because I can <3: @sotwk @scyllas-revenge @amethysttribble @cycas @viola-ophelia @entishramblings (i love everything you guys have ever written, they keep me up at night and fuel me to make it through the day)

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[anemoxlys]

Teaser to see if people like it

Warnings: insecure reader, slight rudeness (it’s Gimli what do you expect), character death.

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You couldn’t believe you had ever been stupid enough to believe the lies he had told you. All the ‘I love yous’ and promises were all fake. Nothing he had ever told you was real, and that some who’s stung worse than any blade ever could, that was something you could prove first hand.

After being thrown out of what used to be GreenWood, your father Elrond had taken you back into Rivendell where you lived peacefully and ever so lonely. Your sister Arwen had long ago found her love whilst you remained silently suffering from the lack of yours. It was a painful and slow suffering, one that went unnoticed by even your father for hundreds of years. The disappointment and regret in your father’s eyes that night would haunt you for years to pass, the fear and sadness pierced your already bleeding heart in a way you hoped nothing ever could again. “My dear, why. Why do you do this to yourself?” He had muttered, breathless with anxiety and confusion. “I can’t anymore Ada, I can’t bear the pain any more. I will love him forever more and I know he can never feel the same!” You sobbed, voice cracking with agony. “Dear child…” he whispered, pulling you into a tight embrace as your sobs echoed down the halls of Rivendell.

It had been only a few months since your father’s discovery when suddenly your life was turned on its head and spun around when Arwen brought in a hobbit. “My daughter!” Elrond called, walking into your room. “Yes Ada?” You responded, looking up from your painting. “Your skills are needed onya.” He explained, leading you towards the halflings room.

It had been several days since you had cast a healing spell on the sleeping hobbit and there was still no signs of recovery or regression. “Ada I do not know if the halfling shall recover, there are none of the usual signs. He is… different.” You muttered. “Do not fret my child, he shall recover.” He assured, his hand comfortingly resting on your shoulder before leaving the room to greet, apparently, yet more guests.

“Gandalf!” You exclaimed happily running towards the old wizard. “My lady!” He exclaimed just as surprised, “I imagined you would be peacefully living in Mirkwood alongside the king?” He questioned, causing you to look down. “He has never loved me, I left a long time ago.”

If anyone wants Elven translations please let me know and I will make a post about it.

Current word count: 419

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[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Secrets Don’t Make Friends- Elrond Peredhil x OC

Elrond Peredhil x Iris Cricket

Description: Elrond is being very secretive about why their unexpected guests were in Rivendell.

Word Count: 2k

It had seemed like a normal day that morning. Elrond and Iris woke up together as usual, had a cup of tea and ate breakfast in his office, then went their separate ways afterwards. Iris had been asked by Erestor to help him with the organization of the Last Homely House’s library, something that they do every hundred years or so to keep things fresh.

They were nearly a week in, and they were beginning to get to the heavy lifting. Since Iris didn’t have the Elvish strength that most occupants of Rivendell possessed, she sought out Elladan and Elrohir’s help with moving the few bookcases that Erestor needed in a different place. That didn’t stop her from continuing to offer her help, instructing the Elves where to put the shelves. It had been an all day ordeal, beginning from the moment all four of them arrived at the library and ending when the sun showed signs of setting.

When they finally went their separate ways Iris chose to clean up and change into more comfortable clothes for dinner. She put a simple braid into her hair as she made her way to the court space, where she was told that her husband was with some rather strange guests. She’d been confused by the Elf maid’s words, but thanked her anyway and continued on.

It wasn’t until she’d arrived at the court that she understood what the Elf was talking about. A large Company consisting of sixteen rather rowdy Dwarves, an Elf and a Fairy all sat at a small table on one side of the plinth, which sat in the middle of the court. There was another taller table just a few feet away from the plinth which sat Elrond and none other than Gandalf the Gray. Her eyebrows shot up at the sight before her, though she had no time to say anything before the Wizard noticed her.

“Ah, Lady Iris, there you are,” he greeted with a kind smile, standing up. Elrond followed his lead afterwards, offering his wife a fond grin. Iris quickly wiped the surprise off her face and replaced it with a smile to match Elrond’s as she made her way over to them.

“Mithrandir,” she greeted the Wizard. Her hands fell in his as he looked her over.

“As radiant as ever, My Lady,” he complimented, which made her laugh softly.

“If you keep that up you’ll spoil me,” she teased in return before pulling him into a quick hug. Once they pulled away they became aware that their guests had quieted down. Upon looking at them they realized that all eyes were now on them, specifically Iris, which took her back for a moment. Elrond was quicker in breaking the silence because he walked around his table and linked Iris’ arm in his.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to introduce you all to my wife, Iris. Ilma (Starlight), I present to you the Company of Thorin Oakenshield,” he introduced, causing the Witch’s eyebrows to shoot up.

“Oakenshield?” She repeated, surprised, before facing the Dwarf in question. “So the rumors are true then?” Thorin looked rather disgruntled by her question (though she didn’t know why).

“It is confidential,” was his only answer. The girl was only further surprised by his lack of manners, but one look at her husband told her that would be the best that she would get out of the Dwarf King. So, she faced Thorin once again with a kind smile.

“Very well, then. It is a pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty, and it is an honor to welcome you and your Company in our house,” she responded. Her sentiment got a miniscule smile out of him, and that was enough for her to take a seat when her husband pulled a chair out for her and be done with it.

She glanced at her husband with a questioning gaze once everyone was sitting again. All she was met with was a look from him that said that they’d talk later. Though she wasn’t exactly happy about it, she accepted it with the silent promise that he would keep his word later.

Later that evening, when the moon was high in the sky, she was on the search for her husband for the second time that day. Thorin’s Company were already in their rooms (likely asleep after a long journey) so they couldn’t offer her any aid, but she continued. After what felt like hours of searching she found him on a cliffside not far from the Last Homely House out of all places.

He wasn’t the only one there, however. Gandalf, Bilbo, Balin and Thorin were also in there, though it looked like whatever they were doing had wrapped up. The cliff was right beside one of the many waterfalls in the valley, so she couldn’t immediately hear what was being said, only the last bit.

“There are some who would not deem it wise,” Elrond said. There was a moment of silence as Thorin took some sort of map away from the Elf gruffly.

“What do you mean?” Gandalf asked.

“You are not the only guardian to stand watch over Middle Earth,” Elrond answered simply before beginning to walk away from the group. He paused momentarily upon seeing his wife, but he offered her a small smile as he reached her.

“I am sorry to keep you up, meleth nin (my love). I just had some business to take care of,” he said before linking their arms together once again and beginning to lead her back to their chambers.

“What was all that about?” She inquired curiously.

“Nothing important,” he answered with a shrug.

“I mean, it must be at least a little important for you to have to come to the cliffside with our guests in secret,” Iris pointed out as they approached their chamber door.

“Iris, please,” the Lord sighed. “Let’s not talk about it tonight. Saruman and Lady Galadriel will be here in the morning and-”

“Wait, why are they coming here?” The woman stepped in front of him then stopped, causing him to stop as well. “Elrond, what is going on?”

“I do not want to talk about it tonight,” Elrond said in a firmer tone than Iris had been expecting, which made her freeze. He seemed to realize that snapping at her hurt her feelings because his eyes softened, and he sighed.

“Iris-”

“Don’t,” she cut him off yet again, though this time she was upset. She turned and walked into their chambers and went straight to bed, not sparing another glance at her husband before she fell asleep. She was now even more confused, and the frustration about her being left in the dark didn’t help in the slightest. Something was obviously going on and Elrond wasn’t telling her what.

She was still irritated the next morning when she woke up so she chose to not have breakfast with her husband. Instead she chose to have it with the Company. They were much more happy this morning, having slept in comfortable beds with their bellies stuffed. That made for much better conversation. Though they still hadn’t told her about what their journey was for, they still told her about what they’d seen on the passage thus far. It was rather amusing, and Iris found herself enjoying their company.

Eventually, though, their time had to be cut short because she still needed to help Erestor in the library. So, she offered them her service should they request it, tell them that she would see them later, then left the court. It would only be an hour or so later that Lindir entered the library and informed her that the Company requested to see her. After excusing herself from the chief counselor she walked out to see Balin, Bofur, Pandora and Bilbo standing there with their bags packed and on their shoulders. The sight obviously surprised her, which in turn made the others laugh.

“Are you leaving already?” She asked.

“I’m afraid so, lassie,” Balin answered with an apologetic smile.

“We’re on a bit of a time crunch, you see,” Bofur added.

“We just thought it would be nice to say goodbye and thank you for all you and your husband have done for us,” the older Dwarf concluded.

“Oh, well I must say that I’m sad to see you all go so soon,” Iris said after finally gathering her thoughts. “But, I am glad that I got to meet all of you. I pray that your journey is as safe as it can be.”

“Thank you, Lady Iris,” Balin spoke. “Farewell, dear lady.” With that, the four of them bowed to her then began heading towards the front of the house. Iris and Lindir followed them, but stopped at the stop of the staircase to watch them be off. After watching them for a few minutes, Iris finally turned to the minstrel.

“You might want to inform my husband of the Dwarves’ departure,” she said softly. She watched as Lindir nodded then headed back inside. Once the door closed behind him, she turned to watch the Company leave. It was only when they were out of sight that she finally walked back inside.

Despite the fact that she hadn’t known them long, Iris still found herself slightly sad at their sudden departure. She’d grown comfortable around them during their very short visit and found their presence enjoyable. They were a funny bunch, especially that Bofur Dwarf, making her laugh every time he interacted with her. While her husband was being secretive, she found comfort in their guests. That’s why them taking their leave saddened her so much. She didn’t feel like working in the library anymore that day.

Iris ended up being in her bed chambers when her husband found her. She had been seated on one of the benches on the balcony connected to the room. The sun was beginning to set by that point, though her gaze was hardly on the colorful sky. Instead it was on the entrance of the valley that Thorin’s Company left in.

“You seem dismayed at their departure,” the Elf noted as he walked onto the balcony.

“Wonderful observation, Elrond,” she responded sarcastically, not looking back at him despite feeling his presence behind her.

“It surprises me that you’d grown so fond of the Dwarves so quickly,” he muttered as he took a seat beside her.

“Perhaps I find them so endearing because they don’t hide things from me like a certain Elf that I know,” she retorted, standing up before he’d even had a chance to fully sit down. She heard him sigh as her hands rested on the balcony’s rail.

“Please understand that I did not want to keep things from you,” Elrond said, also standing up now and walking closer to her. “It was a very confusing situation that we were put in last night. Even for someone like me, I needed time to process it and your questioning me about it became almost overwhelming. I just wanted a moment of silence after everything and the fact that Lady Galadriel and Saruman would be arriving in just a few hours only served to worsen my mood. I apologize for taking it out on you and keeping you in the dark, ilma nin (my starlight), I never meant to do that to you.”

As he finished his apology, one arm wrapped around her. Iris sighed softly, leaning into his touch subconsciously. A content feeling settled in her chest when she felt him press his lips to the crown of her head, an act of comfort he always offered her.

“You are forgiven, but I would like to know everything now,” she finally answered. She felt his lips form a smile against her head before he pulled away to nod.

“Very well, I can do that.”

Both Elrond and Iris were relatively peaceful people and they’re too old to just have petty fights like younger couples. But, that didn’t mean they didn’t have their fair share of disagreements. Thankfully they were able to solve things quickly.

#the hobbit #the hobbit imagine #lord elrond #elrond imagine #lord elrond x oc #elrond x oc

[justpostsyeet]

Thranduil: So you all 3 are in relationship?

Mîr: It's a very long story.

Glorfindel: Yes but please don't speak anything absurd.

Lindir : Please don't react violently, we know it's not ideal Elven custom.

Mîr: What if he reacts like Haldir?

Lindir : I'll rather die.

Thranduil: May I join you ?

Glorfindel: I knew it you fucker *throws pocket knife at him*

#Mîr Vin universe #lotr #the hobbit #the lord of the rings #hobbit #lindir #elrond #silmarillion #glorfindel #mîr #glorfindel x reader #glorfindel x lindir #glorfindel x mîr x lindir #glorfindel x oc #lindir x oc #lindir x reader #thranduil #thranduil x y/n #thranduil x reader #Thranduil x oc #tharnduil imagine #glorfindel imagine #lindir imagine #lotr imagine #silmarillion imagine #legolas

[wolfgangisdead]

in the stars

part two

fandom tolkien (starts with rings of power)

pairing elrond x original female character

rating mature (general entire fic rating)

warning none

notes this was supposed to have smut but i gave up also @ghostscap here's the first part!

His hand rests against her thigh, holding her close to him as he reads aloud. She’s hardly listening now, with her head resting against his shoulder and half asleep. She’d come to his chambers because she could not sleep, and partly because she missed him. Always off writing speeches and delegating like the politician he is while she gets to sing at their celebrations, never quite getting the chance to celebrate with him. But here? Here it’s quiet.

            Ninaelnith isn’t even sure what it is he’s reading, just that she crawled into his bed beside him, entwined her body with his and buried her face in his neck, intent on staying there until she managed to fall asleep until he suggested reading to her. She never even thought to ask what he was reading. When she lifts her head to look at the pages, it’s only some Elvish poet that she would deem unimportant and he would tell her so eloquently why their works matter.

            “Meleth nîn,” he begins, almost questioningly like he hadn’t expected her to still be awake. “Are you alright?”

            She hums quietly, returning her forehead to the crook of his neck. “Yes, I am alright. I just realized I never asked what you were reading.”

            “That’s quite alright, Meleth nîn,” he muses keeping the book just out of reach as she lazily tries to reach for it. “You should rest. You have not been resting well enough. Gil-Galad would be quite disappointed if you were to fall asleep in the middle of a performance.”

            The laugh that escapes her lips is light and airy. “You should be asleep, too, you know. What will the High King think if you’re too busy sleeping in the middle of a speech?”

            “I’ll tell him you kept me awake.” He closes the book, setting it aside as he shifts to fully lay down, careful of the way her body is entwined with his. “You should see an artificer. I might not always be here to help you sleep.”

            “You know I’d follow you anywhere, Elrond,” she says, tone matter of fact, “you write the stories and experience them, I shall turn them into song for all to hear.”

            Elrond hums, amused, and presses a kiss to her forehead. “Sleep, Meleth nîn, there will be more time tomorrow.”

—

            He was gone before she woke up and judging by how warm his side of the bed is, he hasn’t been gone for very long. The morning sun shines in from the window, casting the room in golden light. His room is gorgeous, neat and yet in some spots littered with papers and scrolls and books.

            When she finally manages to pull herself from his bed, she drags herself across the room and to his desk, keeping one of the sheets wrapped firmly around her to fend off the early morning chill. She looks through the papers on his desk, some are meant for speeches that he ended up changing the script for while others are works of poetry that he reads to her. But something curious catches her eye. A paper poking out from underneath some books.

            Carefully, she moves the books to the side, lifting the paper to get a better view of it. There on the paper, she’s greeted with a surprisingly accurate and vivid drawing of her. The breath is robbed from her lungs as she looks at a sketch of herself, drawn and signed by only her favorite elf to ever grace Middle-Earth. She’d have to bring this up with him later, but for now, she’d return to her room and dress for the day.

            Ninaelnith changes into a dress where the bodice is bright golds, whites, and yellows while the sleeves, loose and puffy with a flowing cape behind her, are light turquoises and purples. Her hair, a deep brown, is braided down to her hip. Earrings of the brightest sapphire blue hang from her ears, crowned in gold. Lindon’s Beauty, the ward of High King Gil-Galad. She was nothing short of a beauty sent from the Gods.

            Gil-Galad is the first to see her and he sends her an inquisitive glance. “You look exquisite today. Any particular reason?”

            “None that concern you, Adar.” She replies sweetly, bowing her heard in respect. Though she’s no true daughter of the High King, he’s the only father she’s ever known since her parents were slain in the war. The only person who ever treated her as an equal after her loss. Save for Elrond, of course.

            “It’s that Herald, isn’t it? Elrond? You two have grown awfully close over the years.” He clasps his hands behind his back, walking alongside her. “It is better to have a proper courtship between you two rather than this game of cat and mouse that you’ve been playing.”

            “Adar,” she sighs, exasperated, “if it’s a courtship you want than fine, allow him to court me. Make him a lord, too, while you’re at it. He quite deserves such an honor with all the work he’s done for Lindon!”

            He can’t hide the smirk that tugs at the corners of his lips. “Your adoration for him is…. Admirable, Ninaelnith. But are you sure it is him you want? You could have the finest soldier in all of Lindon, yet you chose him.”

            It wasn’t a well-kept secret that Gil-Galad and Elrond were friends, long before she came into the picture, but she’s only a few years younger than Elrond. And it wasn’t inherently her fault that they got along as well as they did.

            “I like him, Adar. He’s very important to me and he’s kind. Not every well-meaning soldier is. And he writes poetry, I rather like poetry.” She tilts her head, smiling proudly like Elrond’s affinity with words was something far more monumental than knights who tended to the war, or soldiers well-meaning in their enthusiasm. “What point is there in knowing other men when he’s wonderful and I already know him?”

            Gil-Galad sighs heavily, but he nods. “Very well, as long as you are content. I only wish for your happiness, Ninaelnith.”

            Later, when the sun was at it’s highest peak, she finds Elrond in the meadow, sitting in the tree like usual. There’s a book in his lap that he’s scribbling in—perhaps another speech or piece of poetry, she’s not quite sure.

            “You know, I think it’s better to ask your muse if you can draw her than leave her alone in your room to look at the mess on your desk.” She crosses her arms over her chest, eyeing him. “I missed you this morning. It doesn’t look good on you, having not properly courted me.”

            There’s a playful smile on his face as he closes the book and beckons for her to come closer. “Why were you rummaging around my desk, Meleth nîn? Hoping to find any indication of my intent to wed you?”

            ‘Well, do you? Intend to wed me, I mean, otherwise I might just find myself another sweet, kind, adorable Elf who can write me poetry and etch my likeness into parchment.” She bats her eyelashes at him, teasing.

            He reaches for her and pulls her against him. “In that case, Ninaelnith, Daughter of General Margorion, will you do me the highest honor by becoming my wife?”

            Her heart sings and she smiles at him, lips pressing a flurry of kisses all over his face. “My Elrond, my sweet Elrond. Melethron nîn.”

            A laugh escapes from Elrond’s lips during her onslaught of kisses and he lifts her chin, bringing his lips to hers in a deep kiss. His lips are warm against hers.

#elrond #trop elrond #rop elrond #rings of power #elrond x oc #romance #the hobbit #lord of the rings

[tamurilofrivendell]

Heart of Stone | Chapter 5

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4,

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pairing(s): Thranduil x Tamuril (oc) storyline: Tamuril was in love with Haldir but the battle at Helms Deep took away all hope she had for the future. She struggles with her grief and tensions eventually run high when she shares a moment with Lord Elrond she feels she cannot come back from and flees Rivendell, hiding herself away in the Elvenking Thranduil’s Halls. chapter summary: Tamuril and Thranduil have another moment under the stars. Tamuril and Elrond finally talk but it leads to a moment Tamuril is ashamed of and feels that she cannot come back from.

For the next five days, Tamuril didn’t venture out of her chambers. She hid herself away, ignoring all knocks on the door and protests to come outside or to meals. The door stayed locked and she ignored everyone and everything. Not even Arwen could get her to show her face.

During these days, Elrond didn’t come to see her and she couldn’t decide if she was glad about it or not. Part of her wished he would just come and yell at her already, get it all out in the open. He must want to. She had been foolish and she knew that she had frightened him by acting the way she had in the face of an enemy's blade. 

Time passed in a bit of a blur. Very late on the fifth night, Tamuril was beginning to feel quite restless, though she was loath to actually get up and leave her chambers just in case she ran into anybody. She wasn’t in the mood for forced conversation and pitying looks. When the images in her head simply refused to let up and she started to feel sick to death of seeing Haldir’s face or the image of the orc’s blade in her mind's eye, Tamuril rose and moved to the door, unlocking it and peering out into the hallway.

She thought that she caught a flash of movement at the end of the hall, something silver, but when she turned her head to properly look there was nothing there and she decided that she must have imagined it. Easing the door closed behind her, she made her way down the hall and out into the night, looking up at the stars. Tamuril moved to the gardens on autopilot, sidestepping the bench this time and sinking down into the soft grass, laying out on her back so she could see the sky above. The stars twinkled overhead in the inky blackness, the moon looked down on her. The night was quiet and still and she lay there for a while, content to be alone, until she realised that she wasn’t any longer.

“May I join you?” The voice was unmistakable as Thranduil’s and Tamuril found herself startled. She turned her head, raising herself just a little to balance on her elbows as she looked up at him. He stood tall looking down at her, face impassive as ever. 

“I…” Tamuril paused, swallowing, a little out of practice from five days alone in silence. “I thought that you would have gone home by now…. your majesty.”

Thranduil waved his hand a little as she tacked on the title again, nearly forgetting herself. The gesture seemed to tell her it was unnecessary, though Tamuril didn’t know why he would even think it. Surprising her, he lowered himself to the ground beside her and stretched out, gaze turning to the sky much as she had been doing moments previously.

“I have one more day before I return to the Woodland Realm.” Thranduil told her simply.

Tamuril stayed where she was for a long moment, looking at him curiously. She couldn’t figure out why he was here, lying beside her in the dirt. Not to mention that she had been incredibly rude to him not even a week ago and he hadn’t even demanded an apology. She stared at him a second too long, taking in his side profile, before she frowned slightly and resumed her previous position.

Neither of them spoke and she had been expecting something. Maybe a telling off or a talking down to. A lecture. But she was simply given the King’s quiet, solid company until he eventually stood, bowed to her, and took his leave.

Tamuril was left feeling equal parts confused and content as she watched him go, unsure about either of these feelings.

She stayed under the watchful eyes of the stars until the sun began to rise and then Tamuril decided that it was time to stand up and retreat once more to her chamber. She had lingered too long and she didn’t want to end up encountering anybody right now.

Of course, as soon as she stood up and took five steps,  who should come round the corner but Lord Elrond himself. The two stood staring at each other for a long moment. Tamuril wilted slightly under his gaze and then followed his silent command to follow as he turned and led her towards his chambers.

It was time then…

Tamuril was anxious as she trailed after him, wringing her hands in front of her. She hadn’t seen him for five days and he hadn’t sought her out either, which was a little unusual. Had she truly upset him that much?

Elrond closed the door to his rooms behind her and moved over to brew some tea. She watched him quietly, worried gaze following his movements as he turned back with the two cups of tea, setting one on the table and gesturing to the empty chair. She quickly took a seat, biting her lip. Neither spoke for a few moments. Tamuril was unsure and Elrond was preparing himself for what he felt was going to be an uncomfortable conversation.

“I hear you haven’t left your room since you got back.” 

Tamuril shrugged. “I’ve been feeling tired.”

Elrond hummed, nodding slightly, his expression becoming thoughtful as he sipped his tea. Tamuril watched him, wondering what he was thinking. She wished she could peek into his mind much like Galadriel could do.

“Elrond, I–”

“Tamuril, I am very–” 

Both of them spoke suddenly at the same time and Tamuril lowered her gaze to the table, frowning softly. 

Elrond sighed. “You first.”

Tamuril bit her lip gently, sighing as she looked back up at him. “I’m just… I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Upsetting you.”

Elrond was quiet, eyes boring into her as he watched her from across the table. “Are you sorry you got caught?” He asked. “Sorry you were saved?”

Tamuril’s frown deepened as she looked at him. “What?” She didn’t want to have this conversation. She didn’t want to think or say or do anything but leave this room and hide in her chamber until everything she was feeling went away. She didn’t want to speak or look anyone until she could breathe again, even him. Especially him. Guilty as that thought maybe her.

“Answer the question.” Elrond continued quietly, gaze not faltering even as hers floundered around the room.

“Yes.” The word slipped from her mouth in a frustrated huff, uncomfortable with this line of questioning. She stared him in the eye then, wanting to see his reaction. He did his best to keep his expression serene and blank but she caught the flicker that ran through him. The pain, the sadness, the anger. Maybe she wanted to hurt him but she couldn’t fathom why or where this feeling had come from. All she knew was that she was frustrated and she just wanted it all to stop. “You should have let that beast spear me.”

“Tamuril! Stop it!” Elrond raised his voice just slightly but it caused her to jump a little all the same. It was rare that Tamuril did anything to cause such a reaction in Lord Elrond. Even when Nessa had gotten her into the most ridiculous trouble while they were growing up, pulling her into her schemes. Elrond may have scolded the pair but the fond twinkle had stayed in his eyes. It wasn’t there right now, all Tamuril saw in his gaze was frustration. She missed the fear and the pain, focusing only on his disappointment.

“This cannot go on.” Elrond spoke again, shaking his head sadly. He didn’t know what to do anymore but the thought that she would put herself in danger, that she would give up, that the light she had always held within her had faded to a mere glimmer… it hurt him. It scared him. 

Elrond was at a loss.

And being at a loss was not something the Lord of Rivendell was used to.

“So what do you suggest, my Lord? What would you have me do?” Tamuril found herself asking, suddenly having found her voice, though perhaps that was not set to be a very good thing.

Elrond blinked at her for a brief moment, surprised at her use of title. It had been a long time since Tamuril had called him anything other than his name. 

“I would have you board a ship.” Elrond said steadily, after a long silence. “And sail west.”

The shock hit Tamuril like an axe to the brain. “You…” She paused, swallowing thickly as her voice caught in her throat. “You wish to send me away?”

“I wish you to heal.” Elrond corrected firmly. He didn’t wish to send her away, he didn’t wish for her to go anywhere that wasn’t here, with him, but she couldn’t go on like this.

“Stop.” She scowled, irritated again at the reason this was even brought up. She didn’t want to think about it. About Haldir. About the fact he was gone, dead, that she couldn’t open her eyes and wake up from this nightmare. That they weren’t to be wed. They would have no children. The life she had dreamed of with him, in Lothlorien, was gone and no matter where she went or what she did or who she talked to, she couldn’t forget it. This reality that she had found herself in was as suffocating as Elrond’s pointed gaze fixed upon her.

“Listen to me-” Elrond attempted to continue but he found himself abruptly cut off.

“No!” Tamuril snapped, shooting him a glare. “I am tired of listening to you!”

Elrond went quiet, watching her, giving her the space to continue and get out whatever was on the tip of her tongue. 

“I am tired of your pity and your sad, lingering looks and being treated like I am made of glass!” Tamuril continued on, frowning at him. She hadn’t even been consciously aware that she had had these thoughts anywhere in her mind and her own words surprised her even as they left her lips.

The shock of it caused anything further to catch in her throat and she shut her mouth, pressing her lips together. She folded her arms, stubbornly and perhaps childishly, as she turned her face away so she didn’t have to look at him anymore.

Elrond, however, wouldn’t allow that as he rose from his seat and moved to stand in front of her. Crouching before her and reaching to gently move her chin to face him. She resisted but he was relentless and she soon met his gaze.

“You must listen to me.” He tried to keep his voice steady but he was truly finding it very difficult to keep his emotions in check. Seeing somebody he cared so deeply for like this was heartbreaking to him. Elrond did not like encountering something that he could not fix, especially for the people around him, and he felt helpless. “It is scary but this may be the best thing… for you.”

“I just do not care anymore.” She muttered stubbornly, staring into his eyes.

“That, my darling girl, is the problem.” Elrond stated firmly, staring back at her intensely. “If there was anything that I could do… if I could take this from you… I would do it. Without question.”

Tamuril knew that he meant it. He always meant it. Elrond always wanted to help, he always wanted to fix things. There was no fixing this. Was there? He couldn’t bring Haldir back to her. He couldn’t go back in time and change what happened, change his decision to send soldiers to Helms Deep. She looked back at him, feeling nothing but the awful, intense loneliness welling up inside her. Was there anything he could do? Could he take it from her?

Elrond was beyond shocked as Tamuril’s lips met his own with the smallest dip of her delicate neck. He was frozen in place as she pressed a kiss to his mouth, soft and timid. His eyes remained open, locked on her face in utter disbelief. Swiftly, he lifted his arms and pressed his hands against her arms, gently easing her away from him. “Tamuril…”

She didn’t know what in middle-earth had possessed her to do that. To tilt forward in the space between them and kiss him. All she had felt was the loneliness and the devastation and she had wanted it to go away. In her mind, she’d seen Haldir, but she had kissed Elrond. 

Mortification immediately flooded through her and she sprang up out of her seat, hand flying to her face in horror as she stared wildly back at him. He rose from his crouch, looking back at her carefully. She was set to flee, he could see that clearly. She was embarrassed, she felt like she had made a terrible mistake. “Tamuril… wait…” He held his hands up.

Eyes wide, she shook her head, and then turned away, running from his chambers and fleeing through the hallways back to her own room where she knocked a vase off the side table, watching it smash into little pieces. How could she have done such a foolish thing?! She was filled with shame. What would he think of her now? A stupid, whorish little girl throwing herself at the first man she could as if that was the solution to grief? 

She respected him, she always had, and what had she done? How had she repaid his kindness to her? She had just taken him for a complete fool.

What would Haldir think of her if he were here?!

Tamuril felt a scream bubbling up her throat but she pushed it down as she turned and started pulling clothes and other belongings out and stuffing them into a bag. 

She couldn’t face him. Not after this. There was no way.

She had to leave.

#thranduil x oc #lotr fanfic #haldir x oc #lotr oc #lmao this chapter got away from me #the hobbit fanfic #lord of the rings fanfic #hobbit fanfic #elrond x oc #elrond #thranduil #haldir #arwen #hos #hos5

[midnight6089]

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[aeonianarchives]

Butterfly Dating

Summery: Glorfindel takes Lindir to a first date in Imladris' butterfly garden Lindir didn't even know existed and one came and landed on his noise, and Elrond is spying on there first date worrying if it's good for Lindir that the golden warrior loves him so much

Oc Introduction: Eirian of Gondolin (I'll make a page about him later and link it)

Pairing: Lindir x Glorfindel

Taglist: @eunoiaastralwings thought some fluff would cheer you up | @elablackcat my partner in crime coming up with ideas for this fic

Soft golden light of late afternoon made way through the archways of the last homely house, it was awfully quite, everyone was still tired after last nights festivities in the hall of fire, few elves roamed the grounds most of them were tired guards who miss the festivities who just got back from there patrol and were changing shifts, Erestor was wide awake in the library given he did not go, even Lord Elrond was having a slow day today, dealing with elves from the greenwood is much harder work than you would of thought, most of the elves from the greenwood were passed out drunk somewhere or another.

Lindir sighed shaking his head as he cleared the empty bottles of wine and glasses from the hall of fire, Glorfindel bounded through the door as energetic as ever.

"Lindir just the ellon I was looking for" The rather cranky elf this day glanced to Glorfindel

"I am clearly very busy at the moment my lord Glorfindel" Lindir said Glorfindel hmmed in displeasure.

"I am sure the staff can clear this up" Glorfindel said looking around wine bottles and empty glass were laying on the floor and tables some even had spilled, the tapestry's and banners that once hang grand in place were now not aligned some even had passed out elves at the bottom of them.

"I am the staff, or well the only one awake the rest are passed out with there mirkwood friends" Lindir said

"You need a break, this is supposed to be your day off take it, leave this mess for them to wake up to and deal with I doubt you want to be moving passed out elves all day to set stuff back in place" Glorfindel said Lindir hmmed that did sound nice, would Lord Elrond punish him probably not, would Erestor maybe.

"If Erestor gives you crap I'll say it was my suggestion, come spend what we have left of the day with me little songbird" Glorfindel said Lindir's ears turned pink at the new nickname the lord gave him.

"What did you have in mind" Lindir questioned.

"Well first I wanna play a prank on Aran Thranduil, Eirian played it on me once in Gondolin, it hurt a lot but it only seems right for what he did" Glorfindel said looking around

"I don't think we sh-" Lindir stopped as Glorfindel grabbed his wrist and started walking explaining the prank, the pink dusting on his ears slowly turned red and spread, soon Glorfindel had situated a small table which he stole from the library a few months back for his office and sat a plant on it.

"Are you sure we should use master Erestor's most prized plant to do this" Lindir said as Glorfindel set some books on the table.

"Just watch he doesn't wake up, I do not want to start a war due to this, you know how overdramatic this drama queen is" Glorfindel said

"I don't think this is the best idea, you should leave Elrond's twins to the pranks" Lindir said Glorfindel let out a laugh

"Never now come on, I want to get to the butterfly house before sunset, don't want them to go to sleep before we arrive" Glorfindel said Lindir followed the lord given the passed out king one more glance

"This Eirian was Evil" Lindir said in concern Glorfindel laughed

"Eirian had a good heart, he was a good man and an even better marksman and warrior" Glorfindel said

"What happened to him" Lindir questioned Glorfindel

"He went to buy us time he faced down both Morgoth and that snake Salgant the stupid traitor, the battle was great i could see it as I was falling, Darkness and Light clashing against each other but he was weakened from the Balrogs and fire drakes he had already fought, I could see the light grow dim and the darkness over take" Glorfindel said

"I'm sorry for asking" Lindir said

"It's my fault for turning it dark I am sorry" Glorfindel said his light and cheerfulness coming back to him Lindir had to admit Glorfindel was scary when he was angry or sad.

"Where is this butterfly house and how did I not know about it" Lindir said

"It's just a bit further, and Erestor made it no one knows I only know because I followed him here once, he got annoyed when he found out though" Glorfindel said as he moved a branch out the way, Lindir could see a round glass house, it had plants hiding it but there was a clean path to it, Glorfindel followed him to it and opened the door and closed it after him.

Glorfindel smiled as he saw the awe on Lindir's face maybe it was due to the butterflies or the fact Erestor kept them, or because of him Glorfindel did not know but he enjoyed seeing the look of pure happiness on Lindir's face, A Blue spotted Charaxes landed on his nose he gently placed his finger behind it to pick it up, he smiled at the butterfly it looked like his friend Ecthelion it flew away turning his attention back to Lindir who was looking at his nose standing very still, a swallowtail had landed on his noise it was one of Glorfindel's favourite butterflies that Erestor kept.

Lindir's eyes widened and though he tried to stay collected, his expression was clearly very, very uncomfortable, not that he was scared of it, he was nervous he might hurt it or do something wrong, Glorfindel chuckled as he watched Lindir neither had noticed the Lord which had followed them, Glorfindel held his finger out and the butterfly came onto it which made it fly off as Glorfindel kissed Lindir's nose.

"You are the most beautiful butterfly in this house" Glorfindel said Lindir had turned red yet again, He's cute when he blushes Glorfindel thought

"are you okay do you have a fever" Glorfindel said placing his hand to Lindir's forehead

"I though I was a songbird" Lindir said making Glorfindel laugh

"you mean everything in this world to me, so you'll get all the nicknames I sees fit, if you turn anymore red the butterflies will think you are the most beautiful rose in the gardens and come and land on you my little swallowtail" Glorfindel said with a laugh, Lindir really was like a cat to a sunray with Glorfindel.

"Your staring are you okay" Glorfindel asked the flustered elf who whacked his chest

"Why do you have to have everything, your adorable, your hot, Gi Melin Hîr nin Glorfindel" Lindir said frustrated and looking away, it had been a long time coming with lots of encouragement from Elrond and Elladan, Lindir scrunched his eyes shut expecting to hear Glorfindel walk away, the blond lord ducked down and to were Lindir's face was and cupped his face and placed a kiss on Lindir's lips, making his eyes shoot open in shock.

"Gi Melin ana Songbird, I thought you were taking my hints to show you that I wanted to court you" Glorfindel said

"I thought it was some cruel prank" Lindir said Glorfindel laughed

"No why would it be, I may prank people, but I don't play with feelings, so we are courting now" Glorfindel said not taking a no for an answer after Lindir just confessed to him

"That means I can hug you whenever and wherever i want" Glorfindel said Lindir sighed Glorfindel would scare him with hugs from now on instead of jumping him with complements

"I suppose it does" Lindir said rubbing his arm in awkwardness

"Same goes with kisses, I can kiss all your freckles now and tell you how the reflected the stars and varda painted them carefully onto you" Glorfindel said Lindir started stuttering at the blond who picked him up with ease and span him around before setting the poor minstrel down and kissing him again.

Elrond sighed in worry is it really good for Lindir that the golden warrior loves him so much the poor elf was overwhelmed by even knowing the legendary warrior and now he was courting the warrior, Elrond was happy for them but he really could not help but worry for Lindir, besides Lindir flustered easily he would be so flustered every time Glorfindel did something and that can't be good for you can it.

"Oh the sun is setting, come on we can reach it before the sun sets fully I have to show you Erestor's favourite place, it's amazing" Glorfindel said grabbing Lindir's hand.

Lindir and Glorfindel ended there day at the waterfall with bioluminescent algae, the blond decided against asking Lindir for a swim it was to early in there courtship for that to even be appropriate to ask and Lindir would be to flustered he would break so they settled for putting there legs in the pool and watching the algae look like thousands of stars after the sunset.

"I enjoyed today, thank you for talking me out of my job my lord" Lindir said

"Still with the rank even if we are courting, you can call me Glorfindel or Glorf if you want songbird" Glorfindel said as he put his arm around Lindir the ellon leaned into Glorfindel.

"I'll try and get used to calling you just Glorfindel" Lindir said saying Glorfindel slowly without the lord testing the waters.

~Bonus~

Thranduil groaned as he arouse from his slumber he sat up hitting his head against the table above him he glared up at it and slide himself out from underneath it, Meludir and Elros who were passing started giggling at there king

"Was this your doing" Thranduil asked the two shrugged

"We do not know who placed that there Aran-nin" Elros said, Elladan came racing around the corner dragging Legolas

"Awwww we missed it, I told you we would" Elladan said looking to Legolas

"It's not my fault Galion wanted me for something, you could of stayed here alone but no you just had to come with me" Legolas said

"Come on it would of been funny" Elladan said

"It was indeed" Meludir said getting a glare from Thranduil and Elros elbowed him in the side

"Did you do this" Thranduil asked

"No but I wish I did" Elladan said

"I guess whoever did this will remain a mystery" Feren said making the group jump

"How long have you been there" Elladan asked

"For quite a while actually" Feren said

"You two will be cleaning the stables for 100 years when we get back for laughing" Thranduil said the twos jaws dropped

"That's not far we didn't do it" Meludir said Elros however knew better than to fight it, he watched as Meludir followed the king and his sentence got upped to 1000 years until he gave up.

Feren chuckled "Do you know who did it please say you do" Elladan said Feren shook his head

"Glorfindel did it" Erestor said coming out of the conjoining hallway

"How did you know that" Feren questioned

"He stole that table and that plant from me a few months ago, I left the plant in the hallway were he left it but the table is from his office, besides it has his name written all over it metaphorically at least" Erestor said setting the plant back and taking the table

Elvish Translation:

Gi Melin Hîr nin - I love you my lord

Gi Melin ana - i love you to

Aran nin - my king

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Chapter 9 of my avatar atla x lotr fanfic. Don’t know if someone is actually reading this but here it is 🙈😅

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