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Comfort: Elendil x F!Half Elf Reader

Warning: Some Background, Mainly Smut, Body self-consciousness, Elendilf becoming slightly wild. Elendil is super tall in canon, like 7ft..well if height matches the size. hoooboy

You were in your chambers in the bath clutching your legs to your body. You felt completely mortified at what had occurred. You were out in the market enjoying your day off from your duties in the library of Elros when you had run into Elendil, the most handsome man you had seen in all your days. When you ran into him he offered to keep you company and you gladly accepted. Throughout the whole day, you couldn't help but smile when he spoke to you of his children and his duties as a Sea Guard captain. Being with him was so different than being around others but you were always careful. There was a secret you never told anyone, not even him. You were half-elven. You mainly were able to hide the fact with your hair down with a shawl over you and luckily ageing was no different than being a Numenorian. But you were always self-conscious about what you were. Not many Numenorian were kind to elvish folk, and you always feared that Elendil would be one of them.

In the market area, you hadn't realized that some drunk men that were against elves had been following you both, you realized only too late when the sound of blades clashed. Elendil had managed to defend you but the blade had caught your cloth and hair cutting a piece on the side. Once the other sea guard arrived on the scene and apprehended the drunken fools Elendil had brought his attention to you seeing your ears revealing what you were. You looked right at him and saw the stares of others all around you and quickly you covered your ear before running past him back to your home. But you could hear him yelling your name trying to stop you but you couldn't face him.

Now late into the night, you were alone in your chambers wondering what would happen next. Would he look upon you were hatred or maybe you were wrong, perhaps you both would become closer? You tried your best to think about the better things possible now but your fear made you doubt.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door to your room, you sighed knowing that it had to be him. You stepped out of the bath and quickly put a long robe around your body, instinctively you went to cover your ears but you stopped yourself when you realized there was no point.

You gently gripped the handle of the door and opened it to see him in his all-blue outfit. And by all the Valar was he was so handsome. You said nothing as your voice simply couldn't think of what to say. Elendil sighed and spoke first.

"Might I come in...Clearly we need to talk."

"Please..." You said offering him to come inside.

He stepped inside and you closed the door clinging the long robe to your body. Your heart beat faster with every second that passed. You saw him looking at you and quickly you thought he was uncomfortable with you in such a state. You started to walk into your private chambers but his gentle hand lightly grabbed your hand causing you to stop in your tracks.

"Y/n...please look at me." He said as he stepped forward leaving some room between the both of you as you turned around but you couldn't bring your gaze to his. You were too nervous, but he soon had that disappear as he brought his lips to your forehead kissing your head lightly.

You saw Elendil smiling back at you warmly, and to your surprise, you feel his strong hands slide over your waist in a way that feels almost sensuous.

"Elendil. You can't possibly feel this way about me...What I am-"

He caused you to stop pulling you closer to him with ease, and you let out a quiet gasp.

"Y/n...I do not care what you are. All I care for is you, all of you."

He pauses, his hands loosening their grip on you, his smile fading somewhat and concern that he had overstepped or that you could not return his feelings emerging in his eyes.

“I’m sorry -” he began, but you cut him off, taking a step forward and hooking one arm under his shoulder. You slide your other hand up his chest, letting it rest on his pectorals.

“Gi Melin,” you sighed, leaning into him, feeling his embrace tighten around you making you welcome his touch.

“By the Valar...” he murmured, that warm and soft smile spreading back across his face as his hands hold your waist more firmly once again. “How can I be so blessed to know you love me?”

You rest your head against his shoulder gazing up at him as you moved a hand over his chest feeling him pulling you still closer to him so that your breasts are pressing into his broad chest. When he speaks again, his deep voice is murmuring in your ear, the heat of his breath fluttering against your skin.

“Let me show you the depth of my love tonight... Y/n. Would you let me?"

“Gladly,” you said, almost lost for breath. Elendil let out a quiet, low groan, one arm winding all the way around your waist now while the other reached to the tied back of your robe. With ease, his strong frame carries you close to him as he shifts both of you to fall back into the nearby sheets of the bed. He lays down with you resting atop his frame, chest to chest, one arm still wound around your waist. With the other hand, he pulls away at his shirt and moves beneath you. You reach one hand up into his thick brown locks, threading your fingers through his hair. He turns his attention back to you with another of those heart-achingly tender smiles. Gently, his fingers find their way into your hair, playing with the locks there. At the same time, the hand around your waist slides down, slow inch by inch, until it is resting on the outside of your hip. Still moving tortuously slowly, he slides his hand away from your hip, moving across your barely hidden rear.

Hand still in his hair, you pulled him in for a deep kiss. His lips are surprisingly soft and full. He’s yielding at first, moving his mouth gently against yours, the fine, trimmed hairs of his beard tickling your skin. Your head is buzzing and your whole body feels like every nerve is lit up. You’d always imagined a kiss with Elendil to be slightly rough, dominating - but this kiss, his soft lips, his hands in your hair, it’s romantic and sweet and just a little hungry, and it’s so much better than you could have ever hoped for.

“Oh, Elendil,” you breathe against his lips. He lets out a deep moan; you can feel the rumble of it in his chest. After a long moment, he licks at your lips, asking for entry. You grant it to him, and he starts slow, exploring your mouth. But it’s not long before he’s battling your tongue, then winning, and he ravages your mouth in deep, hungry, passionate kisses.

The hand on your rear gives it a light squeeze mid-kiss, and you feel a jolt of pleasure - of need - start in your core. You moan into his mouth, and he continues the hungry kiss for a long moment, pulling away slowly.

“Oh, Y/n,” he growls against your lips. “You have no idea how badly I want you. How badly I’ve wanted you.”

“How long?” You breathe against his lips. You let your hand leave his hair, reaching instead for his beard and toying with the stubble on his chin.

“Truthfully?” He asks, and you nod. He lets out a chuckle, as a wry smile spreads across his lips. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.”

“Really?” You ask, a little surprised - he had hidden it well, always professional towards you in the early days of being a scholar, and warm and kind towards you as your friendship blossomed.

“Of course,” he confirms, unabashed. Then, watching you carefully, the smile fading from his face, he adds, “And you?”

This time, it’s your turn to let a wry smile cross your lips, as you remember how handsome - how gorgeous, really - you’d thought the tall human before you was when you first met him.

“I’ve wanted you for a long time, too,” you admit. The smile he gives you this time is no longer wry - he seems relieved to hear you speak those words, perhaps even genuinely happy. He pulls you back into another hungry kiss; you meet his lips with yours enthusiastically, and as he again ravages your mouth, you grab at his biceps, almost as if to steady yourself. As you explore his body, Elendil squeezes your rear again, and yet again, you feel that primal jolt of pleasure. You let out a sound in response to his ministrations - a sound that is, to your ears, surprisingly needy and submissive.

This seems to trigger something in him as he grabs you and manoeuvres you off his broad chest, rolling so that his majestic frame now hovers above you, supported on his elbows and knees. You rest one hand on his broad shoulders, and let the hand that had been exploring his biceps move under his shirt to his chest. You run your fingers through the light hair that covers his pectorals, then grope at the muscles themselves, unable to keep from thinking how many times you dreamed of touching these muscles of his.

Tenderly, Elendil presses another gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth, then works his way down your jawline and to your neck. You move your head to grant him more access, loving the way his full lips and bristly beard feel against your skin.

“Y/n” he moans, lips ghosting over your collarbone. Slowly, he lowers his hips down to rest partially atop you, some of his frame shifts to the side to keep from hurting you with his weight. As his hips come to rest atop yours, you feel the hard length of his manhood pressing into you, he was a big man, both thick and long. He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, and asks, “Is this okay for you?”

“More than okay,” you answer, grinding your hips up into his cock. He drops his head down into the crook of your neck again with a groan.

“I’m going to finally make mine tonight,” he rumbles, his lips against your skin.

“Please,” you breathe, grabbing at his shoulders as he nips and sucks at your neck with renewed vigour. You slide your hand down from his pectorals, through his chest and light body hair, to the ridges of his abdominal muscles, not yet daring to go too low - you want to enjoy feeling his body for a little longer first. You do, however, grind upwards into his manhood again, and feel him stiffen further against you. He grinds back down into you in response this time, and you moan to encourage him.

“And you want me to take you, don’t you, Y/n?” He growls, continuing to grind into you. “You want your captain to have his way with you.”

“I do,” you agree, sliding your hands just a little lower on his stomach.

"Then let’s get these clothes out of the way,” he suggests, grabbing the inside of your silk robe and starting to slide it to the side. You help him get yourself out of the garment, and while your hands make short work of your breast bindings underneath, Elendil pulls his thick shirt off his frame. “By the Valar,” he groans when he sees your breasts laid bare before him, though you could say the same about his sculpted torso. He wastes no time, though, lowering his head to one breast, his tongue swirling around your nipple while one hand gropes and kneads at your other breast. You arch into his touch, desperate for more, but he pins you back down on the ground firmly. The hand that isn’t busy with your breast quickly gathers both your wrists up, pinning them above your head in a firm grip.

“Oh, Elendil,” you moan, trying in vain to squirm against him for more pleasure.

“Do you enjoy this Y/n?” He asks, before doubling down on his assault on your nipple, flicking back and forth over it fast with his tongue.

“I do,” you agree as a small blush crosses over your cheeks.

“Good,” he murmurs, then pauses his ministrations to look up at you. “Because I’m going to fulfill your every desire tonight, lass. And when I’m done, you’ll know that no man can ever take care of you, as both your protector and lover, the way I can.” He moves to your other breast, first swirling it with his tongue, then flicking at it quickly.

“Elendil,” you moan, halfheartedly wishing your hands were free so you could move his head down south a little- so he could put that tongue to use somewhere else. The want to touch him so making you almost lose control.

“Promise me something,” he rumbles, this time without looking up at you.

“Anything,” you agree, all reservations gone. You’d give him just about anything right now.

“Promise me you’ll moan my name like that when you’re begging for my cock,” he growls, pulling away from your nipple with a sharp scrape of his teeth.

Well. For someone who usually didn’t say anything that didn’t need to be said, he could certainly be a dirty talker in bed, you think to yourself.

His hand at your wrist releases you, and he moves to your waistband, pulling the linen undergarments down. You lift your hips obligingly, and soon, you lay completely bare before him.

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, letting his hands trail down your waist, over your hips, and over the tops of your thighs. The look he gives you is another of those heartbreakingly tender looks, and it occurs to you that Elendil really truly loves you.

The thought is gone a moment later as Elendil maneuvers his own linen pants off himself, allowing his manhood to spring free. His cock bobs before you for a moment before flattening up against his belly.

“You’re huge,” you say almost shocked, and it’s true - he’s so thick, you wonder if your hand would even be able to close around his base. Looking at him, the size difference between you, a half-elf, and Elendil, the largest Numenorian you’ve ever met, become more apparent than ever, and you wonder for a moment if he can even fit in you.

“Don’t worry,” he murmurs, reading the concern you struggle to conceal in your expression, leaning back over you. His thumb brushes your cheek gently slightly brushing against your ear.

“I’ll make sure you’re ready for me. I promise I won’t hurt you. And if it does hurt, we’ll stop. No question”

You reach up for Elendil, your hand caressing his cheek in return. You have no doubt that he means what he says. Staring up at him, the man who has given you his unyielding friendship, you know you can trust him with everything and anything - including this.

“Okay,” you agree, and Elendil smiles, pulling you in for another deep kiss. You reach up to his enormous body above you, feeling the cords of muscle rippling over his chest, once again running your hands through the soft brown bits of hair that cover his chest.

“You’re gorgeous, you know,” you manage to tell him between open-mouthed kisses. He smiles against your lips.

“Oh. Thank you,” he mumbles, and you’re certain he almost sounds embarrassed, but still pleased. A moment later, his larger hand reaches for yours, and gently guides you just a little lower down his belly, until you are brushing against the tip of his manhood. He lets out a quiet hiss at the contact, and though he lets go of your hand, you know what it is he wants. You oblige, grabbing him at the base of his length - as you had suspected, your fingers don’t meet around him at his thickest part - and give a long pump up his shaft. When you slide back down his shaft, you take a moment to reach down to caress his balls, which are heavy and large in your palm.

You quickly return to pumping Elendil up and down, and when you look away from his manhood, you see his eyes, heavily lidded, watching you carefully. His hands are kneading your thighs, working further up them, until one hand reaches your core. He gently parts your folds, finding your clit and swirling his thumb around it. You moan and squirm under him, and he takes his other hand and pins you down at your hip, holding you in place. Continuing with the quick circles, he delves in between your folds with his fingers.

“My Y/n,” he groans, “you’re so wet for me.”

“Of course,” you answer, your voice husky. “I want you so badly, Elendil.”

“You’re going to have me,” he replies, slowly pressing one finger into you. Even his fingers are thick and long, and he takes a long moment, letting you adjust to the digit within you. Rather than begin to pump it in or out, however, he plays with the angle of it for a long moment, pressing it against your front wall. It’s not long before he finds what he wants, and gently begins crooking his finger against the spot. Within moments, you’re seeing stars, the pleasure within you absolutely explosive.

“Oh, by the Valar, Elendil,” you gasp, feeling the pressure against your hip intensify as the captain has to work harder to hold you in place. “I - oh, Elendil, that feels amazing.”

You get no response besides a low growl as he presses another finger into you, joining the first in its motion as his thumb keeps working away at your clit. The second finger begins to stretch you, and you try to grind into the feeling of fullness, forgetting about pumping his manhood for the moment. It’s not long before a third finger joins the first two; the sensation is almost painful, but you quickly adapt to it, spreading your legs just a bit more.

The pleasure is relentless, and you drop Elendil's manhood entirely to grasp at the pillow behind you with one hand and grasp at his shoulders with the other. He watches you, seeing your pleasure build, and when you reach for the hand of his that rests on your hip, he obliges, taking your hand and holding it with a firm but gentle touch. You hold to him tightly in return, grateful for the gentle point of connection between the two of you. Truthfully, you never thought you’d ever have sex good enough to make you cum like this, and you feel increasingly vulnerable before him, as he continues to stoke your pleasure relentlessly.

A stream of curses and cries of Elendil's name is falling from your lips, and the coil of pleasure is building ever more tightly within you. Finally, your orgasm breaks over you, slamming you in wave after wave of throbbing pleasure, and you tremble under his hands, crying his name one more time. He continues stroking you through it, eventually stilling his fingers within you, and slowly, the waves subside. In the end, you are left looking at your captain, who is watching you like you’re the most gorgeous creature in Middle-Earth.

“Fuck,” you breathe.

“Oh, Y/n” he groans, pulling his fingers out of you and smearing the fluids on them across his cock.

“You’re so perfect.”

He leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, the feeling of his beard scratching against your lips and his chest hair against your breasts electrifying. You pull him into you hungrily, and you feel him smirk against your lips.

“Do you want more of me, lass?”

“Please,” you manage, feeling Elendil lower himself so that his hips rest between your legs.

“I love the sound of you begging for me,” he growls, moving so that the tip of his manhood presses against your slick folds. “Begging for your captain, your protector.”

“Please, Elendil. Please take me,” you repeat, sliding one hand down his broad back to grasp at his firm ass and try to push him towards you. He obliges, one of his hands lowering to his manhood to guide himself as he presses into you. His tip slides in more easily than you would have expected, and he continues pressing into you, stretching you, with a low groan. He's still halfway in, waiting for you to accommodate him, but you’re already so wet, so desperate for him, that you want more. You move against him, trying to take him in further, and he chuckles, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Ready for me, are you?” He sounds pleased as he eases himself the rest of the way in. You feel, for a moment, like he could split you in two, he’s so large. But then he starts moving in small, gentle thrusts, and the way he presses against all your walls, fills you and stretches you, is unrivalled. Slowly, he works up to larger thrusts, pulling back to watch you carefully for any signs of pain, but you’re already seeing stars, sensitive and excited from your last orgasm. “Are you alright?” He grunts.

“Yes,” you gasp. “Take me how you want. However hard you want.”

Elendil wastes no time in obeying your order, his hips slamming into you suddenly. He sets a grueling rhythm, ravaging you with such force and power it’s all you can do to hold onto his shoulders through it. You wrap your legs around his muscular waist, offering him the opportunity to plough more deeply into you, and he takes it, never once breaking his rhythm.

A breathy moan comes out of you, followed by Elendil's name. He lets out a loud groan of your name in response. You feel his arms wrap around you even tighter to bring you closer to him. You feel even more pleasure coil within you at this, at your submission to this man fucking you without mercy.

Elendil doesn’t change positions - he doesn’t need to. It’s not long before you’re coming undone on his cock, screaming his name to the heavens and clenching his manhood between your walls so tightly you feel that your orgasm may never end. He holds his pace through the waves of pleasure, but as you begin to wind down, you feel his movements becoming erratic, his hips stuttering in a desperate bid for more pleasure.

“Oh, love,” he gasps. “I’m close - I -”

Elendil comes with a wordless moan, his cock shooting cum deep into you as he loses his pace entirely. Even as he rides through his orgasm, you feel the hot strands of his cum leaking down the insides of your thighs, threatening to spill onto the bed beneath you. Finally, he has spent himself, and he collapses above you, only having kept some of his weight up with his elbows, his face again buried in the crook of your neck.

You reach up from his shoulders to stroke his thick brown hair soothingly as he slowly raises his head from your shoulder to look at you, you see again that tenderness and adoration in his face, and you suspect that he really had meant to call you his love.

“Are you okay?” He asks, shifting off you and onto one shoulder, pulling you with him so you’re tucked against his body.

“More than okay,” you answer earnestly. “That was amazing.” Elendil chuckles in response.

“I’m glad it was as good for you as it was for me. Let me get you cleaned up.” He disappears from the bed for a moment, moving to the washroom. You can’t help but watch his form as he moves - from his impossibly broad shoulders to his narrow hips and powerful thighs, you’re amazed by how gorgeous he really is. When he returns, it’s with a small piece of cloth, and he cleans you gently until you have no more of his hot cum leaking from within you. He wipes himself clean quickly, too, then throws the cloth to the side. You’re grateful when he returns to the bed, which was feeling more chilly without him.

He brought his lips to yours falling to the side enveloping you in his embrace as he smiled into the kiss. Pulling away only to place his head onto of yours as he breathed lightly.

“where does this leave us.” he asked rubbing your back so easy you almost were unable to answer.

“Elendil, if you would have me as yours...that’s all i could ask for. But what I am.”

You said lightly touching your ears moving only a little bit from him still wondering if he would truly be alright being in the bed of a half elf.

He frowned and shifted his body so he could look over you. He placed a gentle kiss to your forehead before moving your hand away from your ears before wrapping his other arm around your frame holding you closer.

“Ge Melin, Y/n, Just as you are.”

You turned in his grasp and placed a kiss on his neck.

“Ge Melin, Elendil.”

“I don’t know what I would do without you,” Elendil murmurs, his voice a deep rumble in his chest, reverberating throughout your body. His strong arms tighten around you, gently, protectively, and you feel the soft brush of his lips against your forehead.

“Nor I without you,” you murmur back, tipping your head up and managing to reach his lips to return the kiss. He kisses you back for a moment, then hums contentedly, deep in his throat, and tucks you back down under his chin.

“The Valar have blessed me,” He sighs.

You wrap your arms around his chest, feeling the slow, soothing beating of his heart in his chest, and though you have a thousand – a million – questions for him, you don’t know how to ask any of them. Maybe they shouldn’t be asked, just yet.

“I’m blessed, too,” you whisper to him, and you know he hears you by the way he holds you just a little tighter. And not long after, the comfort of each other’s arms and the sounds of the ocean and the heat of the fireplace conspire to overtake you both and send you both to sleep.

*Ge Melin- I Love you*

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