#ourselves the elves

[radioalpes]

#Okay Okay I'm Wrong I'm Sorry #Self is Universe #Ourselves the Elves #Philippines #pop #alt-country #folk #garage folk #indie pop #rock

[3gremlins]

those "dragon age fans are mad that baldur's gate 3 fans have something/how come they get to be happy" posts are so funny to me b/c i legit thought the venn diagram of people who would be into these two games was a circle.

like real talk, instead of pining for da4/staring jealously at bg3 enjoyers, you too can pick up bg3 (available now if you have pc, in september if you're on console), you will probably enjoy the shit out of it and it will keep you warm through the long nights/weeks/months/years until da4 comes out (also check out divinity original sin 2 while you're about it! similar vibes, lots of hot npcs to romance, including a broody ancient skeleton man who is weirdly hot, fun combat to be had, plot to enjoy, corpses to eat ԅ(☉Д☉)╮)

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #dragon age #games are not mutually exclusive you can and should enjoy everything you want #you can love them both #text post #da4 #the elves eat people canonically in divinity it's so fucking weird and i love it #fane has some solas vibes but i think he's nicer #we're all monster fuckers here and as soon as we admit this to ourselves we'll all be happier #join us

[wildwren]

Every Friend Group Needs + Numenoreans/Southlanders me 🤝 @aadmelioraa, refusing to let this meme die

#dont worry dont worry the elves and dwarves are in progress too #waldreg was almost the token straight but we decided he's a lil gay for sauron #kemen was also in the running #anyway i hope you enjoy this crack that we made for ourselves specifically #the rings of power #rings of power #trop #rop #my edits #my caps #isildur #valandil #miriel #bronwyn #arondir #pharazon #theo rop #rop crack

[toastsnaffler]

indeed going back to the victorian age

#.diaries #being on indeed is like. kitchen porter £5 per hour (we promise this is legal!). orthodontist 100k/year. graduate lab job minimum wage #(MUST have a masters + 15 years experience). santas grotto elves minimum wage. farmhand to rear calves 30k/year. cleaner £6/hour #what if we all killed ourselves <3

[bookwyrminspiration]

hot take quil: the lost cities are on a slightly different dimension than the Forbidden cities, which happened after the “Humans are Forbidden Act” and the dimension is basically a thick flat earth? the surface (where everyone lives faces the sun and it’s slightly bended or! there is no world building and Shannon wants us to figure it out -t1sb

Wait okay hang on there's a lot here I'm gonna throw a lot of questions out as I think through this, you don't actually need to answer them though I'm just thinking

If the elves live on the flat earth on another dimension, does that mean the dimension was there prior to them moving there or did...the elves...create a flat earth dimension just for them. In that case wow everyone bitching about the humans are so entitled you're on a whole other dimension just let them be.

Wait is it a whole other dimension? Or is it like...earth but slightly to the left. It still intersects with the human dimension and that's why they're concerned about human activities, or is it it's own plane of existence that just seems to resemble the human one?

Also! Did they not create any other season in this other dimension and that's why we don't see mention of changes in certain places? Like hot and cold exist there but it's in a permanent state of each, with slight variation. With the sun always shining on them everywhere that might explain it

Also the elves do have day and night, so what's the situation here in terms of how that cycle works? Is there a sun that the flat earth rotates around like a frisbee? or since this is a whole other dimension does the sun go around the flat earth...

I personally think it would be funny if both were stationary and the elves had to manually flip a switch to turn the earth around and make it nighttime. Something in that realm.

This is an excellent hot take and is consuming my thoughts as we speak. How many people have fallen off the edge of the elflat world. How many.

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #quil's queries #ts1b nonsie #i'm answering normal kotlc asks the world is healing #also yeah I'm thinking about elflat (that's what I'm calling it for the time being) instead of doing an assignment what of it #the elves: since humans are bad we've separate ourselves from them #the other intelligent species: ...this is an entire other fucking dimension

[soryualeksi]

The stress that is lying to my own trusting kid about Santa... But he's so into it. And nobody understands why it's so stressful for me. ;_;

#he asked why we wrap our presents for birthdays ourselves lol #I'm so stressed #like i don't actually fully DISbelieve in the little folk and CLEARLY santa counts under elves and fairies #mostly i don't fully DISbelieve because i am super scared of fairies which is the funniest phobia to have lmao HOW RANDOM IS THIS OK #but anyway I'm crying in the bathroom from stress and guilt #it's BAD to lie to my child ;_; #autism stuff #parenting stuff

[goodolreliablejake]

Fantasy races are an uncomfortable concept, because they present a world that literally works the way racists think that it works. The attempts to mitigate this problem often fail to address the core concern, merely making the idea more palatable.

A big example is trying to correct by changing the language from "races" to "species." This attempt fails for two reasons:

1) Exactly! Racists think that people of other races are a different species. That's the foundation of "race science," phrenology, all of it.

2) Are demihumans different species, though? Like, the interactions between elves and dwarves don't resemble the interactions between different species in our world. They don't act like snakes and lemurs, or whales and krill, or even cats and dogs. More often we've got different groups of people, who may speak different languages and have different cultural practices, engaging in diplomacy or war and struggling to coexist. In practice, they are treated as nations: ethnicities. Except they're ethnicities who are biologically distinct enough to have objective differences in ability.

This is something that puts me on edge in Mass Effect, otherwise one of my favorite games. True, the game ultimately lands on condemning the genophage, and it's not subtle about that. I mean just look at the name... But it's still considered debatable, morally grey, and Mordin Solus remains one of the most charming and enduring heroes of the series. The setting has bent over backwards to make every racist stereotype and talking point as legitimate as possible. In this setting, it is objectively true, scientifically proven that it is in the DNA of Krogans to naturally be violent, warmongering killing machines whose explosively rapid breeding poses an existential threat to the galaxy. That in turn is meant to make us think that maybe forced sterilization is something worth considering. It's hard to ignore the parallels to real life racist propaganda. I don't think it's malicious, just ungrounded and thoughtless; the result of creators to whom these ideals are abstract thought experiments, rather than reflections of real history.

Another big example is Dark Elves. They try to make it okay, to mitigate the message by fleshing them out as characters, by scapegoating an abusive deity rather than an ingrained nature, by erasing the monster manual description that reads "Always Chaotic Evil," by trending skin tone away from black and towards purple, or gray, even pale white. But none of it really changes the core issue, does it? The idea of drow is to equate dark skin with evil, to fetishize that idea, and to tell a story about a subsect of people cast into darkness as a result of sin in a direct parallel to racist Christian beliefs about dark skin being a curse or punishment from God.

So, do I think we need to cancel Mass Effect and stop playing D&D or telling stories about drow? No, not really. I mean... I do all these things. Truth is, I don't have an actionable solution, for myself or anyone. But the dynamic is clearly present and worth describing. And the attempts to challenge it are often insufficient, more about making ourselves feel better about what we're already doing than enacting real change.

#mordin solus #drow #dark elves #fantasy races #fantasy #mass effect #krogan

[broomsick]

Nine unique ways to reconnect with nature

Why nine? Because it's the sacred number of my path. In my experience, for people like us who need a certain amount of spiritual practice in their lives, feeling close to nature does wonders for the mood. And I know this is easier said than done, which is why I wanted to share a few personal tips, all related to some extent to self care. After all, I feel like we underestimate the tight link between mental health and this feeling of “closeness” with the earth.

Find the sacred in plants, or animals you've always been drawn to. How can you explain this particular connection you feel? Your intuition often reveals truth.

Collect what you see, and don't be afraid to hoard trinkets like treasure. Cool rock, cool stick, cute acorn, fragrant flower, fallen branch... Whatever tickles your fancy.

Go out of your way to enjoy what every season has to offer. Garden in the summer, or chill at the park, carve a pumpkin during the autumn, make hot cocoa during the winter... Find ways to be cozy in every weather!

Look out the window. Do it as often as you can. Look at the sky, observe how windy it is, how bright the sun is, how thick the clouds are!

Give names to the natural elements around you. Simply calling a tree, plant or animal by the name of its species does the trick: names are powerful, and they show that you acknowledge the spirit that resides in everything that lives.

Learn the stories, as many as you can. Anything folklore related to your area! Folklore hides a great deal of generational wisdom and beliefs, and it reveals such a powerful connection between the people and the land.

Cook with fresh ingredients. No need to grow your own everything, or raise your own chickens, or adopt other such backyard farming activities. Simply by making meals out of fresh, local products as often as you can, you might feel as one with the land thanks to which you are fed.

Stop feeling silly when indulging in aesthetics. Make that Pinterest board filled with pictures of flowers! Listen to that song that makes you feel like a woodland fairy! Put on that long, flowy skirt, or that cardigan with knit mushrooms on it! Through these seemingly trivial little joys, we may experience a connection with ourselves that's crucial to feeling close to our mother earth.

Use your hands: craft artsy projects if you can, dig your fingers in the earth, and brush the bark of trees! You body is your best tool when it comes to feeling grounded. It's always the part of yourself that's closest to earth. To use it is to honor it, and to care for it is to care for yourself.

If you reside in the Northern hemisphere, have a great spring season! Hail the King of the Elves and the spirits of the land 💛

#hail Freyr #heathenry #norse paganism #paganism #spirituality #polytheism #norse gods #deity work #witchcraft #deities #green witchcraft #herbalism #spring #springtime #pagan

[nihilizzzm]

lotr/the hobbit incorrect quotes

part 6? is it six? might be six. i kinda forgot i left it in wips, sry

Gandalf: we need a plan

Gandalf: *points at Merry and Pippin* no explosions

Gandalf: *points at Gimli* no cursing towards elves

Gandalf: *points at Legolas* absolutely no using a shield as a fucking snowboard

Gandalf: *points at Aragorn* preferably no falling down the cliff

Gandalf: *points at Boromir* you just better be happy to still be there so stay quiet in the back, will you?

Gandalf: *points at Sam and Frodo* and we don’t sacrifice ourselves!

Gandalf: you know what, I will do the planning

— — — — —

Boromir, having no idea about geography of Middle-Earth past Rohan: so… you live in Mirkwood?

Legolas: so first of all, my father lives in Mirkwood

Legolas: I tend to live in the moment

— — — — —

Gandalf: so, what was your plan precisely?

Aragorn: Pretty much save everyone and come home unharmed?

Gandalf: plan, Aragorn, p l a n, not a fucking wishlist!

— — — — —

Just some random cook at Edoras: any allergies?

Éowyn: weak-willed men and cowards!

Éomer: and hazelnuts. she’s allergic to hazelnuts.

— — — — —

Boromir: as your adoptive older brother I will absolutely not allow you to do this stupid, immature thing…

Merry & Pippin: :((

Boromir: …alone

Boromir: and we don’t tell Faramir until we need to be bailed out of citadel’s jail

#lotr #boromir #lord of the rings #the lord of the rings #aragorn #faramir #legolas #lotr incorrect quotes #merry and pippin #gandalf the grey #gandalf #eowyn #eomer #no hobbit quotes this time sorry i’ll do better :(

[echo-bleu]

Noldor Hair Headcanons (4/4)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | On AO3

There isn’t anyone left who knows how to do Maglor’s Mourning Braids, but they are described in a lament for Fingon that’s still doing the rounds, so Elrond and Elros make their best try. That style is henceforth known as Elrond’s Mourning Braids (because Elros gets forgotten by the elves a lot after he dies, let’s not lie to ourselves).

A decade of nothing but Mourning Braids really hammers in that Elrond and Elros weren’t just hostages.

It doesn’t do a lot for their reputation, but they don’t particularly care.

Bit by bit, Elros adopts mannish customs after making his Choice, and even goes so far as to cut his hair above the shoulder. Elrond is pre-grieving his brother too much to be properly shocked about this.

(It’s still long enough to braid. It’s fine. It’s not like his brother is leaving him on purpose. Or rejecting him. Elrond knows that.)

Everyone thinks Elrond should wear his hair in the Sindarin custom but he refuses to give up his Noldor braids. Elros braids his brother’s hair until he leaves for Númenor.

Elrond and Gil-galad do each other’s hair through the Second Age. Because they’re the last of their family and the only ones to keep to the old traditions. Not at all because they’re close. Of course not. Wouldn’t be proper. (They spend two hours at it every morning alone in Gil-galad’s chambers.)

Elrond revives his Mourning Braids on his 500th birthday.

Celebrimbor learns about dwarven hair culture. It’s Very Different but kind of similar, in that fancy hairstyles are a status thing. (Or really, long hair/beard is a status thing and then you have to do something with it because otherwise it catches everywhere.)

Narvi isn’t in fact the first dwarf to touch elven hair, but that’s only because Finrod had a very extended concept of family.

Annatar magically braids his own hair, when he even bothers (his hair doesn’t even singe in the forge if it falls into the fire). This hurts Celebrimbor’s sensitivities, but he adapts to Annatar’s ways, and adapts again, and adapts, until he really can’t.

Sauron cuts off Celebrimbor’s beautiful dark braids full of dwarven beads and ties them to the spears of his personal guard. Elrond never quite manages to get that image out of his head.

At war again, Gil-Galad invents locs. Well, re-invents them really, because Silvan elves have worn them forever, but he’s the first Noldor to do it. (He has Fingon’s hair texture. Does that mean he’s Fingon’s son? Who knows. He’s not telling.)

It’s only after Gil-galad’s death that Elrond teaches himself how to braid his own hair.

He hates it.

But he won’t wear his hair loose.

(The first style he masters is Maglor’s Mourning Braids.) (It really shouldn’t be because it’s Intricate but Elrond is nothing if not stubborn.)

Imladris has a full salon, like the Noldor palaces of old.

It doesn’t get that much use, to be honest.

Erestor learns to braid really tiny braids into Glorfindel’s hair, so that he never wears his hair fully loose but it still looks like it’s loose. Everyone else thinks it’s ridiculous. Glorfindel thinks it’s the best thing. Elrond watches them with a knowing smile.

Celebrían wears her hair half-loose in the Sindar style until she marries Elrond. It takes him several years to find the strength to ask her to do his hair, but she lets him do hers and he sneaks in more and more braids until they settle on a mixed-style. When he finally allows her to do his hair, Celebrían makes her mother grumpily teach her proper Noldor braids.

Elladan and Elrohir only wear practical Sindarin braids for the day to day, but they delight in doing each other’s hair in complicated styles for feasts and ceremonies. Elrond cries the first time they accidentally replicate Maglor’s favourite hairstyle.

Arwen is a little gremlin who squirms out of her parents’ lap when they try to braid her hair. She’s also inherited even more of Melian’s hair than Elrond, so even when they manage to do a braid, it’s gone in a few hours.

It takes years after Celebrían sails, because they’re all grieving, but eventually Elrohir offers to do his father’s hair, and Elrond lets him. They don’t do it every day, but it’s a large step in their recovery process.

By the way, Thranduil’s thing for flower/leaf crowns isn’t a Sindar or Silvan practice, it’s just that he wanted to be Fancy but Not In a Noldor Way, thank you very much. He’s also very vain. His servants do his hair.

Little Estel is very cute, has very silky hair for a man, even of his line, and makes a great doll for the twins to play with. He likes his hair touched A Lot.

Arwen learns about that early on. She’s a very good silver smith. Aragorn now owns a lot of hair jewellery. He can’t make a braid to save his life, but that’s fine, because Arwen can’t wear them anyway.

In the North, he wears his hair like Elros, cut above his shoulders. Once he becomes King, he lets it grow to his waist. He’s the first Man since Tuor to casually wear his hair in elaborate Noldor braids. He accidentally sets a fashion.

Arwen also does Éowyn’s and Faramir’s hair regularly. The first time is for their wedding. Éowyn isn’t a fan of the unpractical Fëanorian styles, but the Nolofinwëan battle braids look incredibly good on her.

Wandering on the coast for two ages, Maglor no longer does anything with his hair. It doesn’t enjoy the salt at all.

When Elrond finally finds him, he almost has to cut it all off. Instead, he spends weeks carefully untangling and moisturising Maglor’s hair until he can finally braid it in the old style for him. Maglor cries.

Elrond cries too. He cries even more when Maglor sits them down on the floor and braids his hair like he used to.

They sail together with the other Ring bearers, and there’s a lot more crying when they find Celebrían, Gil-galad and Maedhros waiting for them together.

Celebrían is wearing her hair in one of the Fëanorian styles that can be done one-handed.

Galadriel isn’t entirely happy about that, but she sees Finrod and forgets about it.

There’s some more crying.

Fingon is also there (the amount of gold in his hair is a bit blinding, not that Elrond will ever tell him) and also wearing a one-handed braided style.

There are some fights over who gets to do Elrond’s hair in the next few weeks.

Celebrían wins most of them, because she’s inherited Galadriel’s viciousness, but she lets everyone have a turn.

Elrond would like to know why he doesn’t have a say in it.

(He does. They would never touch him if he didn’t want to. They’re just very happy to see him.)

He does go to visit Elwing and Eärendil in their tower, and he goes with his hair down, because he’s a peace-maker at heart.

But in Tirion, he always sports the most complex hairstyles, just barely coming short of overshadowing the High King’s (mostly because his hair is still too silky for it to hold well), because his family all want to outdo each other.

He earns the reputation of being the most beloved of all the Noldor.

It’s not wrong.

Some visuals & more in my art tag

#noldor hair headcanons #if i am to braid my mystic crown #echo's fanfiction #silmarillion #tolkien #silm fic #tolkien fanfiction #elrond #gil-galad #lotr #the lord of the rings #aragorn #arwen #celebrimbor #maglor

[izalemon]

Would you do yandere male elf x reader smut

Yandere m!Elf x f!Reader | SMUT/NSFW/⚠️18+

All His

Warnings: non-con, dub-con, obsessiveness, oral, face sitting (not in the way you think), forced relationship, forced marriage, drugging, bondage

Summary: after finding a portal which leads to a world you’ve only seen in fairytales, you befriend a powerful elf whose obsession with you only grows as the days for by

🔞18 YEAR OLDS AND UP🔞

Author’s note: Thank you for the ask! This is the first one I’ve gotten and I really appreciate it! NONE OF THE ART OR PICTURES ABOVE ARE MINE!!! Also, yet again, there is a difference between fantasy and real life. It is perfectly fine to have rape fantasies so long as that’s how they stay, fantasies. (Or role play) Rape is one of the worst things that can happen to someone so please be careful out there loves❤️ stay safe and don’t go through mysterious portals you find in your grandmothers’ attic.

You never really believed in magic or fairytales or anything alone those lines. So how exactly did you end up here?

On a balcony, dressed in the finest cloth, looking over a magical forest filled with creatures you’ve only see in a dream…or in this case, a nightmare.

Your husband…no…your abductor…stood behind you. You could feel his breath on your neck while his hands held on to your hips. It had been nearly a year of being held by this…creature.

You still remember the first time you met him. It was so clear, so vivid, it was like looking into a mirror. And a mirror it was. A mirror in your grandmother’s attic that is.

You were only meant to spend the summer at her place. Keep her company while she got herself settled into her new home after her retirement, help her move in, and how did that turn out?

Well…after you saw her sneaking up to the attic with, at first a large wrapped object and next a cloth, you decided to do some snooping. And what do you find? A large mirror with a big white cloth over it.

So…she moved a large mirror up two flights of stairs, unwrapped it from the moving foam, only to hide it away in an attic and cover it up again?

I’m sorry but that just didn’t sound right to you. I mean what was so special about this mirror that she would hide it away like this? Something obviously.

And something it was. After you inspected it you found out it lead to some other world. Of course you found out by tripping into it but who needs to know the details? You ended up in a forest, one filled with the most vibrant colors and plants you had never seen in your life. You wandered around until you came across a man. A rather tall man. He looked to be well over 6 foot. 6’6, 6’9 perhaps? More even? He was dressed in elegant clothing fit for royalty.

You explained to him your situation and he seemed to know what you were talking about.

“Oh, yes I know her! Your grandmother did you say she was? Wow, I hadn’t even realized how much time had passed.” He laughed. “Here, I’ll explain everything to you while I have someone set up your way home.”

He told you how your grandmother used to travel through the portal to his world for research. Apparently the two never got along since she would constantly be breaking entries onto the palace grounds to explore. You found it quite comical that she would do something like that, given how stingy she was about rules in her own home.

Whilst he took you through the town and towards the palace, you noticed how everyone was much taller than you.

“You aren’t human…are you?”

“No, I’m afraid we aren’t. Although our races share similar qualities, we are much stronger and live for much longer. Some of us have their theories that we’re more intelligent, but nothing’s been proven.” He told you.

“Oh…so you’re…aliens?”

“I wouldn’t say that since this technically isn’t on another planet, just another dimension. We call ourselves elves.”

“Oh! Like from the Lord of the Rings? Or D&D?”

“Um…I’m not familiar with your media. What is it exactly?”

“Oh, never mind, you probably don’t have them in your dimension.” You sheepishly replied.

And with that, you had made friends with a prince of the Elvish world.

For the next few weeks you would travel to his world and hang out with your newly made friend for a few hours, and return back through the mirror he has in his palace, which drops you off in the forest in your world near you grandmother’s home.

He enjoyed your company much more than your grandmother as far as you could tell. The big giveaway was that he straight up told you.

The two of you were sitting in his large library while you scanned through the vast amounts of other worldly literature while he enjoyed a glass of red wine.

“Your company is far more enjoyable than that of your grandmothers’.” He told you.

“Oh, what makes you say that?” You asked him.

“You’re easier to manage. And you aren’t trying to steal my things.” He chuckled fondly.

“My grandmother tried to rob you?”

“Many times.” He said, standing up and beginning to approach you. “Haven’t you asked her about it?”

“Um…well, no. I didn’t want her to find out I was snooping through her things.” You admitted.

“Hm.” Was all he replied with while he took another sip of his wine.

You proceeded to visit him throughout the whole summer. You wanted to know more about his world. And you wanted to know more about him. You didn’t want to admit it to yourself but you started to grow feelings for him. Something you would obviously never say out loud. He was from another dimension and was of another species. Although the two of you are of similar intelligence it doesn’t change the fact he’s clearly not human.

When you first started to feel this way to stopped visiting him for three days straight in an attempt to gain control of what you were feeling. But when you returned after your small break, you came back to him rather, so to speak…pissed off.

“Where were you?!” He demanded of you.

“I was busy so I thought I’d just…stay home.”

“I was worried. What if something had happened to you?!”

“Nothing happened! You don’t have to worry!” You told him.

“Just…next time you do that…warn me? Please?” He asked.

“Well what if I’m sick? I can’t exactly predict when I’ll be ill.” You said, giving him a hypothetical smugly.

“Then climb the few flights of stairs you have in your home and come here! I’ll take care of you.”

“You? And just leave my grandmother?” You asked him.

“I’d…I’d…Ugh, listened I’d rather you be here and taken care of under my supervision than worrying about you in another world.” He admitted.

Your heart seemed to skip a beat. You turned away blushing and just nodded your head, worried that anything other than the simple gesture would give away the affect he had on you.

Ever since then you never missed a day.

That was until the end of the summer, when you had to return back to your home.

“You’re leaving?” He asked.

“Yes…the summer is over in my world, and I can’t live with my grandmother forever.” You explained to him.

“How long…how long will you be gone?”

“I’m not sure, I didn’t make any other plans to return for as long as I did. But whenever I visit my grandmother I’ll visit you as well.”

The two do you were sitting on a balcony at a small table. He had stopped eating whatever it was he was dining on and simply sat and stared into space.

“You…you can’t just leave like this!” He pleaded with you.

“We both know that this has been coming for a while now. I…I have a life to get back to.” You told him, trying to make him understand.

“What? Was…was I just a vacation? You thought you could just walk into my life and then leave? You can’t just do that to someone! Make them care and just ditch them.” His voice was rising, he was growing desperate.

“What do you expect me to do? Stay here forever? You live for centuries, I only live a few decades. If I do stay I’ll only be taking up a fraction of your life. I would be like a pet, and I don’t want to be someone’s pet.”

“No! You wouldn’t-just…please think about this? Please…” he begged.

You sighed. It hurt you to hurt him like this, but you knew if you kept on living a fantasy you would eventually lose your mind. As much as you cared for him…you needed to get back to your world. Plus, you wouldn’t even be able to survive here if you stayed. You couldn’t digest the food properly, the medicine here doesn’t have an affect on you, and you were far more vulnerable to sickness in this world, sicknesses that couldn’t be treated in yours or theirs. The two of you weren’t even of the same species. How could you stay?

“I’m sorry…I hate to leave on a sour note but you just don’t understand. I can’t leave everything I’ve ever known for you.” You told him before getting up and beginning to walk away.

But you were stopped, he had grabbed your wrist and stood with you, refusing to let you leave that easily.

“Marry me.” He simply put.

“What?”

“Marry me. Please. I love you. There are ways we can extend your life. We have witches and wizards who we can seek the help of. Please…I…I don’t want you to leave me. I can’t bare to see it.” He admitted.

“I can’t marry you.” You whispered, turning away from him. “I…I care for you…but we aren’t even from the same world. Like I said,” You pulled your wrist away. “I can’t leave everything I’ve ever known.” And with that you turned away.

You traveled through the mirror portal that was held in the palace and appeared in the forest next to your grandmother’s house. You were upset you left him like that, you had hoped he would have taken it a little better, but you supposed even that was too hopeful.

That night, after you had packed up all of your things, said your goodbyes to your grandmother due to the fact you were going to be leaving earlier than she would be up, and set up your flight back home, you laid down in bed and attempted to fall asleep. Of course guilt was eating you alive. You felt so bad for leaving him like that but you couldn’t just drop everything for a guy you had only met two months ago.

But he didn’t see it that way. No, not at all. In his eyes you were the only one fit for him. He had never grown so close to someone in such a short amount of time. He had to have you. He needed you. He wanted to marry you. He didn’t care if you were human and that you lived significantly less than him. He’d be damned if he couldn’t find a way to extend your lifespan.

But first he needed you here, with him, in this world.

Of course he would have to also get items like food and drinks from your world due to the fact you couldn’t eat anything from his. It was a shame since if that hadn’t been the case he would destroy the portal which lead back to your world so that you could never leave him.

An inconvenience for sure, but a necessary one.

Since you weren’t coming back to him, he’d just go and get you. He brought a strong chemical that would keep you asleep while moving you along with a few of his guards in case anything unplanned came up.

But luckily nothing like that happened, and now you were safe and in a deep sleep on his massive bed.

Because of the chemical you slept much longer than usual and he watched over you every second he could. When he was busy he sent guards to watch over you and would send them away as soon as he came back.

When you woke up you were frightened and confused but he soon calmed your nerves. Of course you only began to panic once more once you realized he had kidnapped you and wasn’t planning on letting you go any time soon.

“You can’t do this! I don’t want to marry you! And I certainly don’t want to stay here!” This was apparently the wrong thing to say to him.

Unbeknownst to you, the man apparently had a temper that he managed to hide very well before, but once you said those words to him you realized just to what lengths he would go to make you his.

You didn’t remember falling back asleep. You didn’t remember him drugging you, but you certainly felt it. You felt it in every part of your body. It felt heavy, as if your limbs were being held down by immovable weights.

But it wasn’t just the work of drugs that was holding you down, oh no, there were leather traps buckled around your wrists and ankles, chained to the bed frame.

And…you were only in a bra and panties.

“Have you woken my love?” A voice cooed from the end of the bed, snapping your attention away momentarily from your vulnerable state.

You tilted you head up and saw him standing there. Dressed in all white wearing a see through material that left nothing above the waist to imagination.

You felt your heart thump in your chest. What was he doing? Oh god what was he going to do to you?

“You don’t want to marry me you say? Hmm. Well let me give you a little history lesson my love.” He told to sweetly, as if he didn’t have you tied up to his bed, only dress in your undergarments.

“In my culture,” He sat down next to you. “When two individuals…get intimate…it is seen as binding their souls for eternity. You don’t necessarily have to have a ceremony to be wed, you just need to…oh how would you humans put it? I believe you refer to it as…‘fuck?’”

You cringed and turned away.

“Of course we don’t need to use that verb.” He said, almost panicked that he had made you feel uncomfortable, well…more than you already were. He gently took hold of your chin and tilted it back to him. “I personally prefer the term, ‘make love.’ That’s more what this is isn’t it? Making love…becoming one…”

“Please…don’t do this. I…I’ll marry you, I’ll never leave here again…just…please don’t defile me.” You sobbed.

“Defile you? You think that’s what this is? Why would you refer to such a beautiful act of love as defilement?” He questioned, obviously offended by what you had said.

“We have a word for what you’re about to do to me. To take me without consent. It’s called rape and it’s one of the worst crimes you can commit it my world. So touch me and I swear I will never love you and will never submit to your will. I will scream and struggle so much that neither of us will enjoy it.”

He stared at you…silently.

Then he laughed. He started laughing. Laughing at you, laughing at the situation. Why on earth would he be laughing?

“Oh sweetness. Trust me…this won’t be…what do you call it? Rape? Whatever. Either way…you’ll want it soon enough, I suppose the drugs just need a little longer to kick in.”

What? Drugs? Did he drug you with even more shit? What was it? What would it do to you?

“What drugs?” You dared to ask.

You felt his hand on your chest, beginning to travel down your body. You shivered when it ghosted over your stomach and towards your hips. Only to find its resting place on your clothed cunt, pressing a finger against your clit.

“Ah-!” You yelp. Why did it feel so good? It’s never felt that way before, so why now?

“Oh? Did that feel good? Then I guess the drugs have kicked in. They just needed a little jumpstart.” He chuckled innocently.

No….no they were sex drugs?

You pulled at the chains, desperately trying to wiggled your way out. Out of the restraints, out of his grasp.

“Stop! Stop please! I beg you!” You cried. “I’ll marry you! I’ll marry you please!”

“Oh yes you will.” He uttered, shifting his weight over you and down. His voice sounded further away. “You’ll marry me tonight, when I’m deep inside of you and your begging for more.”

“No.” You couldn’t look at him, you shut your eyes tightly and turned your head away.

“Of course…you need to be prepped first~”

You snapped your eyes back open when you heard that, you didn’t even have time to react completely before he pushed your panties aside and dug in.

Your back arched and your eyes felt as if they had rolled all the way back into your skull. Never had you felt this way before. The drugs obviously were affecting you in a way your body relished but your mind continued to reject it.

His tongue danced around your lower regions. He bit at your thighs, ghosted his tongue over your clit, circled the bud with his wet flesh before sucking on it gently at first before building up to a harsh suck to the point where he was hollowing out his cheeks. And just as you were about to cum he’d stop and repeat the whole process over again.

“Stahh…st-UNG! No! No pleahh…uh! Ah!” You begged breathlessly.

“There’s no point in resisting when it’s clear how much you enjoy it.” He laughed, mouth still partly attached to your pussy.

You couldn’t deny the overwhelming sense of euphoria that coursed throughout your entire body. Nothing had ever felt this good before. Just how much of that drug did he give you?

After continuing to edge you for the next few minutes, minutes which felt like hours to you, he finally stopped and sat back up, staring you down with once kind eyes that had turned into one of a predator.

“Oh my sweet, sweet bride.” He cooed at you, tucking a wet strand of hair that had been suck to your face behind your ear. “You have no idea what you do to me do you?”

“Please…” You sighed.

“Please? Darling, you’re going to have to be more specific than that.” He teased, smiling down at you.

“I…I can’t-!” You cried out. A few more stray tears managed to seep out of your squinting eyes.

“Hmmm…poor thing. You just need to release. These drugs really must be annoying you. Making you feel so needy and sensitive, but I just won’t let you get there. I’m making it sooo difficult for you to fully be able to enjoy yourself…aren’t I?”

You struggled against your binds, you were unable to respond, all you could do was cry. The drugs were clouding your mind, to the point where the only thing you could think of was him. Him and the things he could do to you.

“But before I can cater to your needs dear…” he began. “I’m going to need some help myself.” He leaned down to whisper the last part in your ear, sending shiver down you spine.

You watched as he began to unbuckle his belt. Oh god…what now? You didn’t think you could take any more, yet at the same time the drugs in your system made it feel like you were going to explode if you didn’t get enough. All of these confusing thoughts and emotions swirled around in you mind, clouding your judgment even more than before to the point you hardly noticed him straddling your chest, tilting you head upwards and slipping his cock inside of your mouth.

You whimpered worriedly.

“Shhhh…relax dear. I’ll return the favor soon enough. But for now you can take care of my problem before I take care of yours right?” He asked you innocently, even giving you a little head tilt.

He began to gently rock his hips into your mouth, sliding his aching head and shaft in and out of your unhinged jaw. He felt absolutely blissed out.

Here you were, all his for the taking. The one who he loved so much, who he fell for so quickly. His bride. His little innocent bride who was all his to corrupt. All his to take. And god, you did not disappoint.

Your mouth felt so good. It was difficult for him to keep a consistent pace, but he would. He didn’t want to cause you any strain and made sure to go slowly and precisely, always with a purpose.

“I…I…oh god~ oh god darling-!”

You felt his hand reach out and grip at the base of your head, pulling desperately at your hair. Even now, even with him filling your mouth to its limit, somehow the drugs were even making that feel good. You awkwardly began to bob your head with his movements, you just couldn’t take it. You needed stimulation. You needed him to finish so that he could get back to you.

And with just a few more shaky thrusts, he pulled out of your mouth and came in a small hand towel he had grabbed from the bedside table. His breathing was heavy and his cheeks were crimson red.

He wiped off a bit of excess that had spilled onto your cheek, making sure his filth didn’t obscure the beauty that was your flushed face. A face that would look even more beautiful once he was buried deep inside of you, fucking you so intensely that you wouldn’t be able to remember your own name. So passionately that your eyes would cross as you came so hard that your back would arch up into his body so that your only support was your shoulders and his hold on your hips. He wanted to be the only thing that could ground you in a time of such intensity.

Yes…yes that’s what he would do. That’s what he would do for you. It was only fair after everything you’ve done for him.

He leaned down and kissed you deeply, rolling his body and hips against your own.

“You did so well for me. Now be good and don’t make a fuss while I return the favor.” He commanded before taking off your bra and panties, having to rip them due to the restrains. But it’s okay, he would just get you more. He would get you anything you wanted. You were his bride after all. His wife. His cute little human, so small and weak compared to his tall elvish body.

His little human,

…all his.

…his

…his.

“OH-oh…fuck!”

“Ahh! N…no…I…I….”

Your words mixed with each other’s as he plunged deep inside of you. A deep red coated over both of your faces. You turned away…you couldn’t bare to look upon him while he was violating you like this.

But he just couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

As he thrusted in and out, moving your bodies together, as if they were one. Like they were always meant to be one.

The chains jingled from above you with just how passionate his movements in and out of your body were. Hitting just the right spot each time within you. He needed you to feel as good as he did. He needed you to feel the way he was. And he would, whether you thought you liked it or not, because deep down he knew you did. He knew you loved it.

How could you not?

The sounds you were making proved his point. You were practically singing. Your sweet, angelic voice ringing in his ears, singing a song only the two of you would ever hear. Telling a story only the two of you were in.

He needed you. He needed more of you.

“God! You’re killing me!” He moaned out.

He grabbed the underside of both of your knees and began to press them down, towards you head as far as they would allow, until the chains stopped him.

He huffed, reaching over to snap the chains before continuing to push you knees down towards your body, just enough for you to feel a slight sting.

He began to bounce his hips on top of your beautiful body even harder. You could practically see small hearts in his eyes.

You had given in a while back. What more could you do? The drugs were obviously too strong to fight, and even if you did find the will power to…you were still tied down by your wrists and dealing with a being of inhumanly strength as shown when he snapped the chains like it was some cheap string. He could snap you in half if he wanted to. He might even, considering how unbelievably hard he was pounding into you.

Plus…it’s not like you could form coherent thoughts anyways. The only thing going through your mind was him and the immense amounts of pure euphoria coursing through your veins.

It was exhilarating.

And it soon reached and all time high.

You came hard.

Harder than you ever had before, and you weren’t sure if it was because of he drugs or him. Perhaps both?

Either way, you let out and ear bleeding screech that was muffled with his lips on top of yours again.

The two of you came at once, he had been holding it for a while, waiting for you…to share the experience with.

“I do.” He whispered into your mouth after slightly pulling away from the kiss. Your lips still brushed ups against each other.

“Wha…what?” You asked breathlessly.

You didn’t have any more strength. Your muscles were heavy, you probably couldn’t walk after that, and even if the chains were taken off…you weren’t going anywhere. You could barley shift your head.

“Say it…say I do.” He whispered to you again, lightly grabbing at your jaw.

“I…I do…” you complied, finally letting the sweet release of sleep overtake your body after giving him what he wanted.

He just stared at you. Your peacefully at rest body, underneath him…he could do whatever he wanted with it. But for now…he would simply clean up the mess he made in between your thighs, not wanting his filth contaminating your body longer than it needed.

And with that night you shared…you were his ever since. You haven’t left his side, he hasn’t left yours.

And despite you being his wife…it felt much more like you were his personal prisoner…who he made love to every night and so cruelly made you enjoy it each time.

Who made sure to give you all the affection a lover could ask for. How cruel.

#x reader #yandere smut #x you smut #reader smut #smut #yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere x reader #x you #yandere elf #elf oc #yandere oc

[searchingforserendipity25]

Maedhros builds Himring to be impenetrable, unbreakable, and inviolable. 

He shows Fingon every corner, whenever he visits; for always it grows, alters like a beast with many skins. All the secret stairways and mind-wearying labyrinths, the pipework of thermal water that kept the hallways thrumming with life as if with heart’s blood.

In case of a siege, he says, for it might come to be that the hidden routes should serve as places for Fingon to bring reinforcements and supplies under the eye of the Enemy.

They both know what Maedhros might come to be; and he learned with diligence all the places the besieged might use to escape, or for trickery, where he might leverage an entry to the stronghold of his beloved, and close tunnels, and trap the red-plumed elves of the Lord of Himring. 

“In case of a siege,” says Fingon, allowing that possibility only.

He looks down at Maedhros from where he walked ahead among the curling turret steps, familiar with the heart of the fortress. “But a siege shall not come. We, besiegers ourselves, shall have our day. In the days to come the land will ease its ceaseless winter, that flowers shall bloom in spring in the shadow of Himring.” 

“Come to me in the summer of our victory, and Himring will greet you in splendour,” laughs Maedhros; and Fingon bends down as he reaches, presses Maedhros against the warm stones, captures the master of the castle with a dizzying kiss. 

Himring is Maedhros’ masterpiece, and it outlasts the sinking of the continent, the sundering of the world.

The towers fall to ruin, are worn down into lonesome isolation. Himling island remains, still: all the turret walls shattered, worn smooth by the hands of the wind. Century after century; the gulls conquer it without mercy, build nests among the old pantries, atop the rusted metal of the pipes.

Sparse white grass grows through and around the shattered stones of the last worn steps. On rare days, before midsummer, desperate mariners make the journey to the cursed isle, to gather the small buds among the wreckage.

Men say they are bad to eat, but good to have; good fortune for sweethearts they bring, courage against the swells, and certain fidelity if worn on wedding days.

#ficlet #my fics #maedhros #fingon #russingon #the silm #tolkien fanfiction #tolkien

[lulublack90]

Prompt 20 - Manegro Potion

@wolfstarmicrofic March 20, word count 465

The Marauders had always been pranksters. Even before they’d started calling themselves Marauders. But since Sirius and Remus had gotten together, the pranking had escalated. It was as if their being together had opened up a new pranking platform. 

Today’s prank involved a vast amount of Manegro Potion that Sirius had charmed the House Elves out of the way so Remus could pour the potion into the barrels of Pumpkin Juice and all the tea and coffee pots. They’d even put it in the water pitchers and placed a glamour over them so they appeared empty. It was going to be massive. 

Remus, Sirius, James and Peter watched with glee on their faces as the entire school, including the professors, all enjoyed their breakfasts and drank their beverages.

It started slowly. Emmeline Vance’s ponytail grew from halfway down her back to the edge of the bench. Gideon and Fabian Prewett grew matching mullets, and Marlene's fringe snuck down into her eyes.

Soon, the entire school was sprouting hair at an alarming rate. Snape’s greasy locks looked even more like curtains as his hair grew down to his waist. Dumbledore looked like a yeti as his already long hair and beard flowed across the floor. 

Remus jabbed Sirius’s side and pointed at the Slytherin table, where Regulus sat in horror as his hair grew to the same length as Sirius’s. 

“Ha, mini Sirius!” James barked out loud enough for Regulus to hear him, and pure rage covered his face. Sirius didn’t find it funny either and sulked until he saw Peter lift a glass of water to his lips. 

“PETER!” But too late. Peter drank the potion. 

“What? What?” He squeaked as his sandy hair grew from his head. 

“Peter, we did say not to drink anything at breakfast.” Remus shook his head at his friend. 

“Oops,” Peter blushed as his face disappeared under his mop of hair. 

Sirius snuggled into Remus’s side. 

“Remus, my love. I think we have outdone ourselves.” He sighed happily as they observed the chaos they had caused. 

“SIRIUS BLACK, REMUS LUPIN!!! DETENTION!!! ONE WEEK!!!!” They flinched as Professor McGonagall screamed at them as she hurriedly undid the rapidly expanding neat bun at the back of her head before the weight of it caused neck damage. 

They turned to James, wondering why he hadn’t been given detention as well and nearly fell off the bench as they laughed uncontrollably. James, feeling left out, had drunk the potion-laced pumpkin juice and currently, his thick, messy, black hair was growing straight up and showing no signs of falling. Sirius and Remus looked at each other, tears of joy spilling from their eyes as they silently decided that the week of detention had been worth it just to see James’s two-foot-tall tower of hair.     

#wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #sirius black #remus lupin #dead gay wizards #sirius orion black #remus john lupin #james potter #peter pettigrew #regulus black #emmiline vance #gideon prewett #fabian prewett #marlene mckinnon #severus snape #minerva mcgonagall #professor mcgonagall #albus dumbledore #professor dumbledore #sirius x remus #remus x sirius #sirius and remus #remus and sirius #manegro potion #the marauders era #marauders era #the marauders’ era #marauders #the marauders #marauders incorrect quotes

[flibbetygibbetsbro]

Kay so I already posted this a month or so ago, but I find it very applicable to the fandom rn

The lore in Nightfall is actually insane. You're telling me that hundreds of humans went missing, and when the Elvin Leadership did NOTHING the humans revolted so hard-core that ya'll really had to DISSAPERE from their knowledge? "But it was to keep the peace!"

Nuh uh.

If you REALLY wanted peace you would have actually looked into the disappearances. That would have been waaay easier to pull off than erasing hundreds of minds and flibbety-dippen SINKING an entire city into the ocean. Despite Elven egos, I think that the council got scared. That's right. The humans you call dumb and violent SCARED you into hiding.  We ugly, weak, and untalented things decided enough was enough and you couldn't handle it.

What's extra crazy is the fact that the Elvin world has everything in their pockets OTHER THAN THE HUMANS. You're telling me that we idiots rule the Earth while you lock yourselves and others away? 

An even crazier thing is that Elves view themselves above everything, even if they won't admit it at the get-go. Ogres really are pissed about it. They are CRAZY strong but also incredibly intelligent. The average elf understands nothing about Biochemistry (other than extreme exceptions such as Lady Candace) yet Ogres have things that can wipe out entire species and put Elves in endless comas. "But the Neverseen used the sedative so they understand it!"

Nuh uh.

They stole the research from the Ogre scientists. (Or made a deal with the king I honestly don't remember at this point). They NEVER would have pulled that off without them. And guess what? Ogres are a generally violent species as well but the Elves keep them around. (Albeit on a short leash). 

The humans have a similar situation. Many times in the books a human story, invention, or belief is brought up only for someone to smugly say "They get that from us", or "he was inspired by ME". I believe there was also a scene where someone talks about how human "help" organizations were terminated because the information shared with them led to dangerous inventions. Don't you guys just love it when Elves claim credit for all good ever done by humans? But as soon as a nuclear power plant or bomb is mentioned (crazy complicated crap) it's suddenly the nasty humans and their dumb, violent minds. *insert eye-roll* Which is it? Are we smart or dumb? Are WE responsible or are YOU? Ya'll can't cherry-pick. Elves also pretend that they have control over humans, yet you can't stop an invention from destroying a Japanese City and ending a devastating war that killed more Jews than the average Elf could comprehend? If humans are so terrible, THEN WHY HAVEN’T YOU STOPPED US YET? WHY DIDN'T YOU KILL US WHEN YOU HAD THE CHANCE? oh that's right, you're too scared.

My final thought: The fact that HUMANS are what Vespera chose to "study". Why not Ogres or Trolls? Were humans the easier target, or was there some other reason? The fact of the matter is that Humans and Elves are more similar than either of us would like to admit. Ogre's minds are too different than an Elf's. Human minds are only different in the sense of how loud they are.  In fact, that's arguably the most important difference between us. We humans are loud, we feel intensely and love like nothing Elves would understand. For we love for our short lives while they wander on for eternity. The only reason we can handle violence is because we have to fend for ourselves. Elves have protectors and little green people to do their dirty work. Humans have to live through thick and thin, slavery, war, loss, and heartbreak. When Elvin minds shatter, our minds find ways to make it through. Lose someone? We make up afterlife after afterlife and history shows different religions arising when the general public needs a way to work through their violent and tiring lives. But maybe we AREN’T so different. The characters presented as able to handle violence/are inclined to it either had to suffer violence and neglect, lived through endless years of times before the treaties and the council, or spent time with humans. Take Fitz as a prime example. Bro legit beat the shit out of Alvar and trapped him in goo to die. NOTHING IN THE BOOKS SHOWS FITZ FEELING ANY GUILT FOR THIS. Hm...seems like a very "human" thing to do.

The real reason Elves fear us is because we're just an untethered form of themselves with shorter life spans and a lot less to lose. We feel more deeply, more “violently”. As the books go on the Council itself is presented in a more kick-butt way as they finally step up to Vespera and the horrors she caused. 

That sounds a lot like The Humans of Atlantice.

#my hopes are that this will be addressed in 9.5 #please send me asks and messages and stuff if you have more to add #id love to hear it #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc #kotlc fandom #keefe sencen #kotlc fitz #fitz vacker #kotlc vespera

[bluerose5]

Karlach: Not trying to pry—

Fenris, teasingly: Yet that's not going to stop you from doing so, is it?

Karlach: Damn right it won't. It's just, I'm curious about you three.

Zevran: Oh? What about, my dear?

Karlach: Well, you know, what are you?

Astarion: Ha! What are we?

Fenris: I believe that we are elves, Karlach.

Karlach: Aw, come on, you know that's not what I meant, Fen. You three are...

Zevran: Handsome?

Astarion: Talented?

Fenris: Haunted by our pasts?

Karlach: Strange.

All three: Hey!

Karlach: Or at least your connection or whatever you want to call it is. I mean, are you together, or...?

Zevran: There is a sort of freedom in not knowing, yes? We have each other's backs, and that is enough for me.

Astarion: Exactly. Why confine ourselves to such labels? Romantic? Platonic? I honestly don't care what people call us, so long as we're all enjoying ourselves.

Fenris: I can't believe I'm actually saying this aloud, but I agree with them. We just are what we are. We talk. We laugh. We cry. We fight. We have fun. I feel no need to define "us" in words when our actions speak loud enough on their own.

Zevran: That was so moving.

Astarion: I think I'm going to shed a tear.

Fenris: You know what, I take it back.

Astarion: Too late!

Zevran: I'm going to make sure to write about this in my journal later. Your words shall be immortalized in ink.

Fenris: *sighs*

Karlach: Haha! You know what, I think I do understand it better now. Thanks for explaining.

Fenris: Don't mention it.

#dragon age #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #da2 #dao #astarion #astarion ancunin #fenris #zevran #zevran arainai #crossover #bluerose writes #karlach cliffgate #trauma elf trio

[itsfeckinwimdy]

A Surprise Proposition

Kili x Reader

Reader Pronouns: N/a.

Prompt: "Are we just gonna... keep holding hands?" "Dunno. It's nice though."

Word Count: 349 words

Warnings: n/a

LOTR + TH Masterlist

Published: 05/02/2023

From the moment Bard appeared on the shoreline to collect the barrels from the elves to the two of you standing together on the barge for warmth, you had been hyperaware of a hand holding yours.

Maybe it was nothing and you were just overthinking it once again. Or maybe it was something, especially as the dwarf holding your hand had practically confessed his feelings for you whilst you were locked in the dungeons of Mirkwood.

Deciding to break the ice, unlike the barge, you were on, you cleared your throat to get your companion's attention.

"Are we just gonna... keep holding hands?" you tentatively asked. The brunette prince turned to face you whilst your other companions continued to squabble over money to pay the bargeman.

"Dunno. It's nice though." he shrugged back. Kili adjusted his grip on your hand before bringing it up to lay a kiss on the back of it.

"Kili." You stated, wanting a serious answer from him.

"Y/n." He replied in the same tone of voice.

Kili kept his eyes locked with yours before bringing his other hand up to brush a strand of your hair back behind your ear. You froze as he did so, knowing that him touching your hair was a big deal for dwarves.

"Well, when we finally get a moment to ourselves then I would like the honour of braiding your hair." Kili smiled at you, a hint of a teasing grin hidden underneath. He looked back out at the water covered in fog as your stunned silence allowed for a moment to gather his, and your, thoughts.

"I presume you understand our customs and what I'm implying," a teasing smile plastered on his lips. He knew that you understood the severity of his words, having explained with Bofur what different braids and beads in dwarves' hair and beards meant to you towards the beginning of the journey.

You let out a small scoff at his words, not one of displeasure no, but more in disbelief and excitement.

"You know, I'd never thought you'd ask." You teased back.

#kili x reader #kili durin x reader #kili imagine #kili fanfic #kili fanfiction #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit imagine #the hobbit fanfic #the hobbit fanfiction #pronouns: n/a #fic: drabble/imagine #tree writes lotr + th fics