#rumil of lothlorien

[wareagleofthemountain]

A Family Affair

A/N: Caladwen and the Lorien boys pull off a little something special for Orophin’s begetting day! 🩵

Inspired by conversations had with @elithilanor and @glassgulls

Caladwen hummed a soft melody as she carefully bound the wing of her newest patient; a hatchling robin who was blown from his nest in a recent storm. Luckily, Orophin had stumbled upon the chick the next morning while on patrol. She had always admired his big heart for animals… even if he had come knocking frantically on her talan door at the crack of dawn seeking her immediate assistance for it. The healer sighed and stroked her thumb under the bird’s beak gently, listening to him coo as he nuzzled into the touch. Gathering a handful of straw, she lined the bottom of an old woven basket before gingerly setting the bird inside and perching the makeshift nest onto a shelf beside the others.

Oh yes, there were others. Four others to be exact. Five in total now.

Each rainy season, Orophin and his friends took it upon themselves to scour the woods in search of creatures in need of care, making Caladwen an unsuspecting accomplice. She truly did not mind, but this time of year also meant that she had a greater number of elven patients to treat as well, and she was quickly running out of space to store supplies in her office.

“My my. You’ve accumulated quite the menagerie I see.” Rúmil stood in the doorway, shooting her a knowing smirk. “Orophin?”

Caladwen nodded. “They’re really quite lovely to listen to while I work, but surely I can’t keep them here all Winter.”

The ellon nodded and took a seat in the chair opposite her. “Haldir’s platoon got in earlier this afternoon.”

“They’re a week early!” She couldn’t stop the broad smile from lighting up her face.

“Yes. He’s requested I fetch you and send you home at once.”

Her expression faltered a bit. “Is he injured?”

Rúmil’s smirking again. “Nope.”

“But what about the birds? They need to be fed and-“

“I’ll see to that.” He assured, waving her off. It was clear that he knew something she didn’t.

XXX

How right she was. Haldir met her at the door, a bouquet of the last autumn wildflowers of the year in his hand and stew simmering in a pot. They’d eaten dinner together by candlelight, enjoying the comfortable silence as the rain tapped on their windows. Now, the two cuddled under the cover of thick blankets on their couch, hearth ablaze before them and a bottle of wine with two glasses on the coffee table.

“Mm…” Haldir mused from his resting place seated between her knees, leaning back so his head was on her chest. “It has been far too long, meleth nin.”

“Aye…” She agreed, sliding his tunic off his shoulders to expose his toned chest to her eager eyes. “Far too long…”

Catching her stare, Haldir flexed his bicep teasingly. “See something you like?”

“Not nearly enough of it.” She complained, trailing soft, open mouthed kisses down the side of his neck.

“Easy, mela.” Haldir winced as she made contact with a fresh bruise, no doubt a remnant of his most recent tour at the borders.

“Oh, my sweet one…” Caladwen breathed, running her finger tips over the already black and purple abrasion. “I have just the thing.”

Returning to her place behind Haldir a few minutes later, she wrapped her legs around his hips and poured the contents of the bottle she was holding into her palm. The oil smelt like pine trees after a rain and she relished in it.

“Just relax for me, my love…” Caladwen soothed as she began working the salv into his skin, marveling at how easily her slick hands glided over his broad shoulders.

Haldir could feel a protest on the tip of his tongue, but all that escaped his lips was a soft groan and he couldn’t stop his tired eyes from closing.

She pressed soft kisses over his temples as his head lolled back on her shoulder. “You do so much for me… please let me give you this.”

Haldir’s clear blue eyes are warm as he leans up to kiss her.

“It’s Orophin’s begetting day next week, is it not?” Caladwen asks as she caps the oil and places it on the table.

“Aye.” He yawns, nestling his head into the crook of her neck. “I haven’t any concrete plans yet. Maybe dinner and a few rounds of cards. I could make a cherry crumble. He’d like that.”

“Sounds like a good time.” She ran her nails through his hair as she mulled over her next words. “I also had an idea for a gift earlier today.”

As her husband cocked his head to the side in curiosity, she continued. “He’s very passionate about rehabilitating birds, and I thought if he had a few bird houses at his talan, he’d be able to monitor them more closely. Besides, your brothers’ place is closer than my office in the healing halls, so it’d be easier for me to check on them as well.”

Haldir smiled and kissed her palm. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

XXX

The next day, Haldir and Caladwen met Rúmil at the flet he shared with Orophin, ensuring that the youngest brother would be out all afternoon drilling the new recruits.

The three quickly set about forming themselves into an efficient assembly line. Caladwen was charged with sanding and cutting out the dimensions of the houses from a slab of wood. Then Haldir would piece the structure together before sending it down to Rúmil who painted each one with its own color scheme and floral design.

Haldir brought snacks and the group sang various elven folk songs as they worked, drumming the table to the beat and twirling around the kitchen floor in their socks.

Suddenly, Caladwen inhaled sharply as a sliver of wood embedded itself into her hand.

“Let me see.” Rúmil examined the splinter and grabbed the tweezers, pulling a face of mock horror. “I don’t know Haldir. I think we might have to amputate.”

Caladwen laughed. “Oh stop it!”

He tightened his grip on her wrist as she tried to pull it away. “Don’t distract the healer from his work please. This is a life or death operation.”

She rolled her eyes and turned her head to see Haldir’s cheeky grin.

XXX

“And then we shot those orcs with so many arrows, they looked like pincushions when we were through with them!” Orophin exclaimed, his mouth half full of cherry crumble as he laid his next card down on the table.

“We do have one more thing for you.” Caladwen said with a smile, motioning him to follow her out onto the small back balcony of their talan.

Orophin went willingly, his teasing banter about how he was about to beat Haldir at cards cut short with a gasp at the sight before him. Six intricate wooden birdhouses hung from the great malorn branches just above their heads, each one occupied by winged patients.

Caladwen prodded him in the side. “I love you, and your birds, but I need my office back.”

He could only stare in delight as some of the birds flew from one shelter to the next.

“Happy begetting day!” They all cheered at once before Orophin pulled them into a bone-crushing hug. And when Caladwen looked up, she swore she could see a tear in Orophin’s eye.

#haldir #haldir fiction #lord of the rings #rumil of lothlorien #orophin of lothlorien #fluff

[elven-sisters]

Our lives were normal but then we've found Lord of the Rings. And Silmarilion. And elves. And anything connected... ✨

#lord of the rings #lord of the rings art #lotr #lotr fanart #silmarillion #tolkien #tolkien fanart #middle earth #gouache painting #haldir #rumil #lothlorien #lorien #the lord of the rings #the hobbit #hobbit #elves #elf #fairytale art #medieval art #medieval core #elven core #fairy core #knight core #cottagecore #elven aesthetic #medieval aesthetic #my art

[adrianright]

I like to think that there are some silvan elf tribes in the lands between Lothlòrien, Mirkwood, and Rivendell, not quite Avari but rather just silvan elves that stick to their own and their own ways of life.

Elrond, Thranduil/Oropher, Celeborn and Galadriel all had the same agreement that the silvan did not have to conform to their growing kingdoms/cities but would provide protection and aid if ever they reached out.

This is how Celeborn and Galadriel meet Haldir and his brothers. Haldir and his family were apart of silvan tribe that had recently left the Mirkwood forest after an orc/spider ambush had killed many, Haldir only briefly remembers Amon Lanc as the capital it used to be.

It is my headcanon that silvan elf culture is different from that of Noldor and Sindar and they approach things like children differently. Silvan elves are more likely to produce children and multiply, their way of life is older and more dangerous than that of Noldor and Sindar, so children are often spotted in Silvan tribes. Haldir and his brothers are an example, three elven brothers when a lot of elves don't choose to have children at all.

A young Haldir is sent to meet with the lord and lady of Lothlorien, as he is one of the very few who speaks a universal language, while many of his tribe only speak a branch of old silvan Elvish. Haldir arrives and is met by the marchwardens who are kind to him, yet cautious, something Haldir deeply admired of them.

Haldir meets with Celeborn and Galadriel to explain their plight, a band of orcs and spiders attacked and killed most of their skilled warriors and their leaders, and very few remained that could fight, mostly families with children were left.

The lord and lady admired the bravery and will to protect from the young silvan elf that had lost his parents and well known comrades. They agreed to take in his remaining tribe and house them.

Celeborn and Galadriel then meet Haldir's younger brothers; Orophin, a young elf not even 200 years old, yet trying to appear older and far more strong than his youth let on, and little Rùmil, an elfling that hadn't reached majority age yet. Celeborn and Galadriel without meaning to, began to dote and care for Haldir and his brothers as if they were their own.

While the silvan elves assimilated as much as they could, they still kept many of their cultural ways and traditions, but they were never told off by the lord and lady and were actually encouraged to continue their lives as they were.

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This just the beginning to a fic I'm writing about Haldir and his brothers, their life and culture while essentially being adopted by THE lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn! Hope you enjoyed!

#lord of the rings #lotr #headcanon #celeborn #galadriel #haldir #rumil #orophin #silvan elves #mirkwood #lothlorien

[elithilanor]

Hi! :) okay, I made a list with some Lorien boi questions!

Rumil:

I know you’ve said before that he’s pretty calm most of the time, but does he have a good sense of humor or is it more of a cold calmness?

Does he ever get get bashful about having to explain BDSM protocol to others or does he see the subject as neutral? 

How does he interact with softer/newer subs? 

What is his biggest pet peeve? 

Is he a good listener?

Does he yearn to travel, or does he prefer his home city?

Orophin:

You can tell me if I’m off, but it sounds to me like he has a lot of energy to spare. Does he like to engage in sports/extracurriculars? if so, what kind? Do his crazy stunts ever get him into trouble?

What is he like when one of his friends/family members have a bad day?

Does he often wrestle/play fight with his brothers? If so, who usually starts it and who finishes it?

He strikes me as someone who is very outdoorsy and would rather sleep by a campfire than inside. Is that true?

Does he have romantic, non-sexual relationships?

Is he a cuddly with those he’s close to?

Haldir:

Okay… I just read you Haldir Returns Home fic and it honestly made my day. I love your OFC in that one. She just seems so sweet and worshipful of him. I know she’s a reader insert, but do you have any details about her/their relationship? Especially the non-sexual kneeling hc. Also, would it be okay if I requested a short drabble with them this October for my birthday?

Thanks!

LÓRIEN BOIS ASKS

I cannot begin to explain how excited and happy I am for this. I love asks, I love specific asks and requests, and I love my blorbos. You and @ sotwk have the best asks. You also get brownie points for asking about the bois that never get love and traction here: Rúmil and Orophin. My babies of the heart.

Now, questions!!!

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Rumil:

I know you’ve said before that he’s pretty calm most of the time, but does he have a good sense of humor or is it more of a cold calmness?

He's got a very dry sense of humor, but he's actually fairly easy-going and quick to laugh. His default is kind of resting bitch and tracking your movements face and he's cold calmness out on patrol, but he's actually a really good time when out at a party. He's just not usually leading the conversation. He likes people watching.

Does he ever get get bashful about having to explain BDSM protocol to others or does he see the subject as neutral?

Lol no he does not. He sees BDSM (and sex in general) as a very healthy and natural part of existence and has no shame in it. He may not reveal his personal preferences and past experiences with someone he's not planning on playing with or teaching, but he has no qualms about the subject at all.

He finds it hysterical when Haldir asks him about anything BDSM-related because Haldir is incredibly bashful about it, even if he tries to put on a good face.

I tend to HC that Elvish societies are less prudish about sex overall than Mannish societies and the fact that he was raised Silvan makes it even less so.

How does he interact with softer/newer subs?

Overall, he treats them similarly in that he's a lot gentler with them.

Rúmil's not very verbally expressive during play normally, so he tends to guide softer subs around more with soft touches instead of harsh tugs or slaps. He prefers harder play, so he's likely only to take a soft sub if they're newer, want to try a new type of play, if they've had traumatic experiences and want something safe and controlled, or it's a compatibility test for something more intense.

For newer subs specifically, he makes an effort to be more verbal with them in a way he's typically not in play: asking more clarifying questions, explaining what he's doing before he does it and maybe even expected sensations, checking in more often and requiring verbal confirmation of consent, and even giving a lot of verbal feedback or praise. He starts slow and builds with newer subs and he's really big on sitting down and having almost like a date with them just to get to know them and their goals beforehand.

What is his biggest pet peeve?

That the patrol talans aren't being put back into the order he left them in. It's easier to settle in, keep things clean, and find important tools in an emergency if things are kept to his (or any) standards.

Laundry anywhere it shouldn't be. Like the floor, Orophin!

Is he a good listener?

Yes, absolutely. Laser-focused and very intense, especially if it's about BDSM. Haldir and Orophin both have better memories than he does so he takes the time to write down important dates or sexual preferences and other information so he can refer back to/memorize it. Once he puts it to paper, he's generally pretty good after that.

It's actually why he started painting, to vividly remember landscapes and embed them in his memories.

Does he yearn to travel, or does he prefer his home city?

Mmm. He enjoys traveling, but its not something he craves. He honestly tends to get around a decent amount (visiting Mirkwood for some festivals and important holidays - I HC they were born here and have extended family and friends there; patrolling all over Lothlórien over the centuries; escorting guests and Celebrían; and traveling to Imladris for diplomatic conferences or patrol exchanges; and so forth) and doesn't see the need to do more than he already does. Every once in a while, he'll go for a weekend trip somewhere, but its mostly for a change of scenery and some quite.

Haldir was often stationed in nearby human settlements before he was promoted to Captain and then Chief and so forth and he would visit him, as well.

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Orophin:

You can tell me if I’m off, but it sounds to me like he has a lot of energy to spare. Does he like to engage in sports/extracurriculars? if so, what kind?

YES!! Thank you!!! You get it!

And actually, not really! There's a couple I could say, but I also think the basic ability/information for them are common to any Galadhrim, warden elf. Hiking, walking, camping, plant and animal identification. He's quite good at them all and specifically specializes in tracking, but that just kind of comes with the territory. He does really like butterflies, though.

He loves to swim in any body of water he finds and perch high up in the mallorn trees and watch the seasons change.

Do his crazy stunts ever get him into trouble?

All the fucking time. He doesn't get injured as much as he did as an elfling (Tawarwaith - Woodelves/Silvan- elflings fall from trees says one of my favorite Mirkwood world-building authors, SpaceAsmatic, on ao3), but he still ends up in hysterical situations.

To date, he has cartwheeled, somersaulted, and fell out of a patrol talan onto Lord Celeborn. More than once. Celeborn thinks it's hilarious, but no one except Galadriel and Elrond will ever find out. He has to maintain his stern demeanor with his wardens. Elrond finds out because the trees are different in Imladris and he always has to adjust to new tree heights and branch stability. He broke an arm last time he was there.

He and Legolas get on like a house on fire. Everyone gives them a wide berth when they're together and Elrond puts the healing wing on standby.

It mostly gets him out of trouble to be honest, because parkouring across tree-tops is really great for orc evasion.

What is he like when one of his friends/family members have a bad day?

Typically he gets a bit quieter and softer; more reserved. Most of those he's close to have a bad day due to overwork (Haldir) or over stimulation from stress so he kind of follows them around and assists them where he can. He likes to open windows and coerce people onto balconies for some fresh air and sun.

If people are up for it, he'll take them out drinking or partying and he'll take point so they don't have to focus on the details. He'll get you home safely. He'll be drunk as shit, but he'll get you home!

Does he often wrestle/play fight with his brothers? If so, who usually starts it and who finishes it?

I wouldn't say often and when they do it's nothing serious. Just a fun joke and lots of posturing; no one's trying to do any damage.

Haldir or Rúmil usually start it (after Orophin has goaded them) and they usually finish it while Orophin just wheezes laughing.

If Haldir and Rúmil ever are fighting, then something is very, very wrong. Like someone died wrong.

He strikes me as someone who is very outdoorsy and would rather sleep by a campfire than inside. Is that true?

No, but only because after every night he's forced to sleep on the forest floor or on a bare slat during patrols and battles, he refuses to give up the comforts and warmth of his bed at home any more than he has to.

(He likes everything else about the outdoors, though.)

Does he have romantic, non-sexual relationships?

Eh, he kind of has flings sometimes? What he really has is a large, close knit group of friends with kissing and cuddling benefits.

Is he cuddly with those he’s close to?

Incredibly! He's very tactile and often has a hand on someone or is dragging them somewhere. Loves chilling in meadows in a dog pile of his friends.

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Haldir:

Okay… I just read you Haldir Returns Home fic and it honestly made my day. I love your OFC in that one. She just seems so sweet and worshipful of him. I know she’s a reader insert, but do you have any details about her/their relationship? Especially the non-sexual kneeling hc.

Thank you!!!! You're so kind! Yeah, I fucking love her and them too. I always try and write other pairings, but in the end I end up having WIPs with them too.

Since the submissive Haldir discussion has been going around, I've actually added three new WIPs for Haldir and my OFC all featuring subby Haldir in various stages of their jouney regarding his submission. One is actually her basically trying to get him to accept compliments and praise through worship so. I think that may have answered part of your question.

I do have a non-sexual kneeling drabble in that list, too. Because them. Sigh.

Hmm Facts about OFC (who is my OFC for my full HC Haldir, whereas the ones created for Sotwk and labeled as such are a mix of my HCs and hers for her requests):

-I haven't yet decided on a profession for her, but I'm leaning seamstress or herbalist. I had been debating archivist, but I think I'm giving that to my fem!Haldir x fem!Reader in the future. Not that it technically matters, but semantics.

-She's good at holding a grudge with everyone in world except Haldir (not that he tends to upset her very often)

-She refuses to have a favorite season; it’s very rude and they all have their benefits and magic

-She loves lemon (hence Haldir's famed Lemon Tarts)

-She tends to get overstimulated by noise easily

-She had too many houseplants. She and Haldir had to come to compromise (she lost; her consolation prize for almost-solely kitchen herb plants in the house now is garden walks with his brothers)

-She’s afraid of heights. It makes living in trees the fucking worst (patrol towers and the Council Hall are the worst offenders because they’re extra high up)

Also, would it be okay if I requested a short drabble with them this October for my birthday?

Yes! :) Thank you for asking (and good call on starting the request early haha). If you want it posted for everyone, go ahead and drop your request in my ask box, but if you'd prefer something just for yourself, please feel free to send me a message!

Also, hello, fellow October birthday babe!! You a Scorpio or a Libra?

#Haldir #haldir of lothlórien #rumil of lorien #Rumil #Orophin #Lothlorien Elves HCs #Elithilanor

[aeonianarchives]

When you wish upon a star while Stargazing

Summery: Haldir walks in on the reader stargazing and decides to join them, and a confession is told.

Pairing: Haldir x Reader

Disclamer: I couldn't find much out about the constellations of middle earth so it may have some inaccurate facts in this.

taglist: @eunoiaastralwings (LOOK I FINALLY CAME UP WITH A HALDIR IDEA ON MY OWN :) YAYAYAYAY)

Haldir hmmed as he got to a clearing in the forest he paused as he saw you leaned against a tree and looking to the sky.

"It is a nice night tonight" Haldir said making his present known, he was right, it was a warm night and the sky was clear perfect for star gazing, you hmmed in agreement.

"Join me" You said to him, he had walked all this way here you were not going to make him walk all the way back having just got here and Haldir knew that so he sat besides you and leaned his back on the tree.

You both sat in silence enjoying the peace mixed the the occasional sound of the crickets, Haldir soon remembered you had a special interest in stars, he had never paid much mind to them whereas you had studied them extensively, you have travelled to every corner of middle earth just to study the ones in the sky which you could not see from other places, until you eventually settled in Lothlórein as you said it had your favourite stars although you did talk about a lot of the ones in Imladris.

"Whats that star" Haldir questioned you turned your head to him and then in the direction he was pointing you smiled

"That star is part of that constellation, which makes Soronúmë, or the eagle of the west although it is considerably east, but it travels across the sky I saw it in Imladris when I visited once, Varda created it before the awakening of the Elves, and it is always facing to the west although above Gondor it has the illusion it is facing eastwards" You carried on talking about the constellation before pointing out others to Haldir, he glance to you, a small smile crept onto his face as he watched you talk, the stars gave you an enchanted glow to you as if you were made of starlight yourself.

"Haldir look a shooting star, make a wish" You said pointing to a moving star

"What" Haldir questioned

"It's a tradition within the race of men to wish on a shooting star, of course it is ludicrous but it's sweet and has grown on me, they also say it's bad luck to say your wish out loud" You said as Haldir watched the star.

He did humour you however by wishing on the star that one day you would become his.

"What did you wish for" You questioned

"It's bad luck to say your wish aloud" Haldir said back to you making you laugh you threw your head back laughing, Haldir's smile grew.

You sighed smiling at Haldir as you leaned back on the tree, "it's only a superstition of man" you said

"And yet you brought it up" Haldir said as he looked at you, you smiled back at him subconsciously letting your head rest on his shoulder, you ignored him stiffing at the contact your hand brushed over his.

"I'll tell you my wish" you said to him, Haldir hmmed as you nudged him.

"I thought that was bad luck, or at least to the race of men" Haldir said with a laugh, you had never seen or heard him laugh before, he was always so stoic and aloof, distancing himself from everyone, maybe it was because of a sense of rank or he just wasn't comfortable with large social interactions.

You liked his laugh it was deep and melodious, it was perfect just like everything about him, but now looking back on it, Haldir had never been as stoic or aloof around you, his brothers teased that he liked you but you never believed them but now you though deeper into things, maybe they were right, he always went out of his way to help you, he showed you a side he didn't show to anyone not even his brothers, this side him laughing and smiling like this and taking things so light heartedly was for your eyes only, you had never seen him act like this with anyone else.

"You seem distracted are you alright" Haldir asked tilting his head in concern, you really did enjoy your private moments with the Marchwarden even if they were rare.

The reflections of the stars on his hair and cloths gave him an ethereal, a strand of hair had dropped from were it was tucked behind his ear, you reached your hand out to tuck it back, only coming to your senses again when Haldir took your wrist, you sighed, your intent to touch his hair was clear to see and even touching an elf hair was an intermate act.

"I'm sorry" you said looking away from him, he probably didn't like you, his brothers just got your hopes up, you remembered what they had said to you when you had come around to give Rúmil back the Quiver you had fixed for him, ever since you had settled in Caras Galadhon you had became the master-craftsman, as the last one returned to Imladris as his wife was giving birth.

"Y/N, hello, what can we do for you, are you looking for Haldir" Orophin had said as you walked down the path to their Talan he was sitting on the wooden rail of the porch, Rúmil was however sharpening his sword sitting on the step.

"No, I am not Orophin, I have came to return Rúmil, his Quiver, as I have fixed it for him" you returned as you pulled the new quiver out of the cloth you used to carry it there.

"Amazing Craftsmanship as usual Y/n, you really would think you are from the line of Fëanor with this, but you never do house visits are you sure you don't want to catch Haldir's eye, I heavily regret to inform you Haldir is on patrol" Rúmil said

"I was not, I was coming to tell you to stop being so reckless and then I wouldn't have to repair your equipment unless you break it just to tease about your elder brother, and I assure you I am not in any shape or form related to Fëanor" You returned to the Ellon who had taken the quiver from you his twin snickered in the background, you had somewhat lied, you kinda where related to him due to your father Lord Elrond, but no one apart from your grandparents here knew that.

"Come on Y/n, Haldir loves seeing you, he is utterly in love with you, Compare how he acts when you are around to when you are not together " Orophin said Rúmil nodded in agreement with his twin

They wouldn't pull that sick of a prank right, they pulled pranks but they wouldn't tease your feelings would they, you felt a hand on your cheek.

"Y/n were you listening to me" Haldir questioned you looked to him.

"I'm sorry what did you say" you asked Haldir let out a nervous laugh and removed his hand and shuffled back.

"It was nothing, it doesn't matter" Haldir said rubbing his neck awkwardly, he stood up.

"It's getting Late, and I have Patrol early tomorrow, may I walk you home" Haldir asked holding out his hand, you took one last look at the sky to see grey clouds were covering the stars, you took his hand and stood with his assistance, and you both started walking back through the trees and to the path, not many people knew of that spot, you had found it when you were out for a walk lost in your mind and Haldir after much searching due to Lord Celeborn wanting you had found you.

As you reached the path the Valar had not answered your prayers and it started raining almost in mourning you both had ignored each others moves and been so oblivious, Haldir cast his cloak over your head without a word, you looked up to him and smiled.

"Thank you but you shouldn't" you said pushing his hand away from holding his cloak up to keep you dry, the small shower soon turned into downpour and you and Haldir ended up running to his Talan as it was closer and he wasn't going to let you make a break for yours, his was on the outer edge of the city near your spot and yours was close to Lady Galadriel's and Lord Celeborn's halls.

"Rúmil and Orophin are on patrol until the day after tomorrow" Haldir said, great it was just you and him, you almost wished the twins were here so it would be less awkward.

"I feel bad for them having to stay out in this weather" you said looking outside were the few remaining elves were running to cover.

"They probably deserve it" Haldir said with a supressed laugh, they had been teasing him constantly ever since he missed your visit about how he liked you and how you liked him back. Haldir squeezed the water out of his soaked hair, and disapped upstairs after putting on the fire, he came back down changed and with a spare pair of cloths which he handed to you.

"Second room on the left upstairs you can change there I left a towel there for you" Haldir said you did so, the clothes where big on you, you were quite close to the twins builds that this wouldn't be so much of a problem however this was not there clothes, you walked back down stairs.

"Thank you" You said as Haldir wordlessly took your clothes and hung them up next to the fire so they could dry, you sat one one of the seats close to it and held your knees close to your chest resting your head on them.

Haldir cleared his throat to clear the awkward silence "I- about earlier" Haldir started

"I'm sorry I didn't pay attention to you, I was lost in though" You said

"I- it actually does matter at least to me" Haldir said

"I'm listening now" You said

"I can't speak for you, but i enjoy the time we spend together, I am Thankful my brothers have not turned you away, with the amount of time we have spent together, I have enjoyed your company immensely, it took a few hundred years to realise I like you more than a friend, I really like you a lot, you have somehow been able to knock down any wall I have put up or tried to put up, you are always so kind to everyone you meet, you have skills I envy deeply, what I am attempting to tell you is" Haldir paused and finished his walk over to you he knelt Infront of you taking your hand and stoking the back of it subconsciously with his thumb.

"Gi Melin Ithildin-nin" Haldir said, he searched your eyes for signs you would reject him.

"Oh Haldir" You said with a long sigh, Haldir looked down as if your tone had already rejected him

"You do not know how long I have longed to hear those words uttered from your mouth" you said breathlessly, Haldir looked up at you his eyes questioning if he heard you correctly

"Meleth" Haldir breathed in relief, wrapping his hands around your waisted and burying his head in your neck as your arms wrapped around his laughing.

"Will you court me ithildin nin" Haldir questioned

"Of course" you replied his breath tickled against your neck, he came to look you in your eyes, you in response cupped his cheeks in your hands and pulled him in for a kiss, he pulled you into his lap in a hug.

"Guess that superstation of man works" Haldir said making you raise an eyebrow

"I wished that you would become mine" Haldir said

"Maybe it works for Elves" you said

You both eventually fell asleep in the embrace of one another, neither of you heard the door open or the two very noisy brothers walk in

"SHHH" Orophin said to his twin before pointing to you and Haldir asleep in the chair wrapped up in one another, Rúmil took a blanket and pulled it over you both.

"Looks like a lot happened when we where gone" Orophin said, The morning soon came and the twins had hurried out before you and Haldir woke after tidying their mess and folding your now cleaned clothes on the other chair Haldir was the first to awaken he soon realised he had slept in and missed his patrol or his patrol was waiting for him.

"Meleth nin please wake up I need to go" Haldir said you groaned in your sleep clutching onto his shirt tighter, but eventually stirred awake.

"It wasn't this clean when we went to sleep" You said

"I suspect my Brothers got back early and did this" Haldir said as you let him get up, you kissed him before you let him leave.

"Gi Melin, Meleth nin" You said as you hooked his cloak into place as he stood on the doorstep

"Gi Melin Ana" Haldir said turning and kissing you on the forehead.

Maybe wishes on stars do come true.

Elvish Translation:

Gi melin - I love you

Ana - to

Meleth nin - my love

Ithildin nin - my starlight

#haldir x reader #the hobbit #jrr tolkien #lord of the rings #middle earth #tolkien #lotr #elves #haldir of lothlorien #lothlorien #orophin #rumil #orophin and rumil #celeborn #galadriel #haldir of lorien #middle earth x reader #tolkien x reader #tolkien elves fluff #lord of the rings x reader #reader insert #x reader #lotr x reader #lotr elves #the lord of the rings #haldir of lorien x reader #elves of lothlorien

[imagine-all-the-elves]

Imagine telling Rúmil that you're pregnant.

Author: @thatkgrl

Artist: DozingPulse​

#rumil #rumil imagines #elves #elf imagines #imagines #tw:pregnancy #tw: pregnancy #lothlorien elves #pregnancy

[blankdblank]

Oc is trapped in Lothlorien and growing closer to the center of the forest ring and now surrounded by guards using their disguising cloaks to hide from them. Led by Haldir the group while oc sleeps checks their sack for an astounding broken blade for a weapon and a bow without any arrows showing they are little threat but without any proof of what they are doing here. So they keep monitoring them and trying to divert them at any cost from stumbling across the inner realm. Tossed rocks, animal sounds, nothing could deter the straight shot right for the center.

Though after waiting out a rather nasty storm the path of tracks they once had been following was washed away and they are notably irritated in a try to find that path again.

Haldir, the closest as they turn to head back again irritatingly towards the city dropped to a ball covering himself with his cloak to be a large rock.

Oc, who knows these same ‘rocks’ have been there every time they get turned around huffs and walks to the rock saying, “Fine then. White Witch wants to make me lost by sending her enchanted rocks after me fine. They can come and kill me themselves.” And you onto Haldir’s back oc hops crossing their arms and legs to begin the most awkward stalemate between a guard and a visitor within the past century.

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Nodding off oc missed the drop of Orophin and Rumil who came to fetch their brother to trade their shifts heading from the other guards what was going on. “Pardon me,” was said and a finger tapped oc’s knee snapping their eyes open.

“Are you the Witch?”

“No,” Rumil answered flatly.

“Then I’m not moving. Two days I’ve been turned around by these fake enchanted rocks the Witch sent after me without so much as a get off my land and she is just going to have to come and shove me off herself.”

“That is no rock,” Orophin said.

“Obviously, it’s breathing and gives glimpses of blonde hair every now and again. But the rude rock has yet to tell me it’s name.”

After a soft sigh Haldir says making his brothers fight to not smirk, “I am Haldir, Son of Halmir, young maiden.”

“Oh don’t you go trying to be all prim and proper thinking I’ll let you up after you and your fake rock buddies followed me for two days, and went through my stuff, without so much as a cough or sniffle to guide me on the right path if your witch wanted me gone. I’m not moving and if I miss Lord Celeborn’s birthday it’s on your heads for why he didn’t get his gift in time from Rivendell.”

Orophin asked, “You are a messenger from Rivendell?”

“Well they didn’t exactly assign me a special hat to wear for the task.”

Haldir in a smooth motion sprung up making oc squeak as they were in the air then suddenly being held in the arms of their mysterious shadow of a guard who said with a hint of a grin on his leaf and dirt splattered face. “Then please do accept our apologies and we shall escort you into Lothlorien to the Lord of our realm.” And without putting them down the guards made their way back to the inner realm.

Across from the stoic Elf Lord oc rummaged through their bag they had been using as a pillow that was unable to be searched to produce a silk wrapped gift. Once opened revealed a gift from young Estel that had a smile ease across the Lord’s face of a lopsided tapestry the size of his torso that had encased a trio of clay molded and bronzed figurines the young boy had made for his adopted grandfather who issued the messenger be fed and shown to a guest quarters within the treetops to rest and recuperate until a response could be made up to standard for the doting grandfather for the young boy so far away.

Across the table of the public dining hall the changed messenger looked up from their now torn roll they readied to dunk into their much needed warm stew to complete their hopes of a bath, meal then warm bed to sleep their travels off to find a now leaf and dirt free trio of blonde shadows who intended fully to make amends and form a friendship for their commissioned seat of an elder brother to build upon with said guest who would be leaving soon.

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#haldir x oc #Rumil and Orophin #Lothlorien #lost messenger #gifts from Estel #Lord Celeborn #lotr #Haldir #cute and short #awkward beginnings

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Haldir of Lorien

#craig parker #haldir #haldir of lorien #haldir art #lothlorien #marchwarden #lotr elves #lotr #lord of the rings #middle earth #caras galadhon #rumil and orophin #tolkien #the fellowship of the ring

[mxrchwxrden]

Tag Dump

a most loyal marchwarden [self]

though love is mingled with grief it grows perhaps the greater [musings]

the winter flowers in the unfading grass [aesthetic]

it would be a poor life where no mallorn grew [lothlorien]

from the west she appeared sunlight and stars in her hair [galadriel]

i have a duty to you as well [rumil and orophin]

silver tree in the golden wood [celeborn]

look on us now with friendly eyes [the fellowship]

#a most loyal marchwarden [self] #though love is mingled with grief it grows perhaps the greater [musings] #the winter flowers in the unfading grass [aesthetic] #it would be a poor life where no mallorn grew [lothlorien] #from the west she appeared sunlight and stars in her hair [galadriel] #i have a duty to you as well [rumil and orophin] #silver tree in the golden wood [celeborn] #look on us now with friendly eyes [the fellowship]

[sotwk]

Haldir, Marchwarden of Lothlorien

Haldir Headcanons

The following HCs are written for the purposes of Haldir as a supporting character in "Sons of the Woodland King".

Dedicated to @creativity-of-death, in honor of her love for Haldir and in answer to her request for HCs that might have gotten a *little* out of hand from my end. Thanks for the inspiration! :)

Family History

Haldir was born in Lorinand during the rule of King Amdir, in Second Age 1528. 

Haldir’s father, Belorfing, is a Teleri originally from Lindon. As a young elf he came under the service of Celeborn and Galadriel. He traveled with the Lord and Lady as they migrated from Lindon, to Eriador, and then Eregion. Finally, he followed Galadriel and Celebrian when they moved to Lorinand (Lorien), where he settled down after meeting his wife.

Haldir’s mother, Ninniel, is a Silvan who served in the royal household of King Amdir.  

Haldir’s two younger brothers Rumil and Orophin were both born within 100 years after him, making them close in age by Elven standards. 

History as a soldier and marchwarden 

When he was just a young soldier of about 150 years, Haldir marched under the banner of Prince Amroth to fight against Sauron’s forces during the Sack of Eregion. 

Even after the loss of Eregion, he continued to participate in the War of Elves and Sauron, joining the armies of Gil-galad that defended Eriador. 

He once came close to Sauron himself on the same battlefield (although he did not engage with him directly), which forever left an impression on him.

Around SA 2100, Haldir and his brothers all moved to Greenwood with their father, Belorfing, to join the household of Prince Thranduil. (see section “Connections to Thranduil and his family” for more info)

Haldir, Rumil and Orophin all fought in the War of the Last Alliance, but because they (fortuitously) marched under the banner of Prince Thranduil instead of King Amdir or King Oropher, they all survived, although they suffered grave injuries. Only Haldir returned years later to participate in the Siege of Barad-dûr.

Once the war was over, Haldir and his brothers made the decision to return to Lorinand, for the sake of their loyalty to their birthplace and out of a desire to support King Amroth after the grievous losses suffered in Dagorlad. 

The brothers took positions as marchwardens, with Haldir quickly promoting to Captain.

Haldir is recognized as one of the kingdom’s best warriors and is also assigned to train all new marchwardens. 

Romantic Relationships

I have not given this much thought and would prefer to leave it open to interpretation/imagines, but I do HC at least that by the War of the Ring he is already happily married to his one true love, a wonderful Silvan elleth, and has at least one child  (a daughter) with her. 

He is an amazing husband and father. His wife and daughter are his greatest weaknesses. 

I utterly reject the Two Towers scene of Haldir dying at Helm’s Deep. I don’t reject much of the things Peter Jackson contributed to LOTR canon, but this is one of them. Haldir is alive and well, PERIOD.

Personality, skills, and interests

Haldir’s experiences with war and death, which surpasses that of most of the Galadhrim of his generation, led to his somber personality.

Haldir and his brothers are able to converse easily with one another through ósanwe (telepathy), a rare skill taught to them by Lady Galadriel herself. 

He also communicates via ósanwe with his wife, especially when out on patrol. 

Haldir is wiser and more learned than the average Galadhrim because of his innate intelligence and his love for reading and traveling. He inherited a thirst for learning from his father, who is a scholar and scribe of the highest order. 

Haldir speaks fluent Silvan, Sindarin, and Westron, but can also understand some Quenya. (In contrast, his brothers only speak Silvan and Sindarin.)

Haldir’s outpost talan has an ever-present stack of books, which he reads during his breaks from watch duties. He has a special fondness for poetry, which he often memorizes and quotes. 

He has excellent penmanship and enjoys writing letters. He writes constantly to his parents and wrote countless, passionate love letters to his beloved when he was courting her.

He inherited his mother’s gentle and soothing nature and is an excellent caregiver, skilled at healing (as much as a battle-hardened warrior can be) and surprisingly domestic.

He is clean and organized, in a military OCD sort of way, and tends to get irritated by chaos and messes. 

He has a wonderful singing voice, but hates to perform. He would sing only for special people one-on-one, or in a group as part of a community celebration (as Silvan elves are known to do).

He is too self-conscious to be a good dancer. 

He is an utter momma’s boy. 

Connections to Thranduil and his family

Haldir’s father, Belorfing, moved to the Woodland Realm at about SA 2100, at the invitation/request of Prince Thranduil, to help him establish the library at Bar Lasgalen (the Prince’s palace). This great library would become the first and only center for education in the history of the Woodland Realm. 

Haldir’s mother, Ninniel, eventually followed her family to live in Bar Lasgalen and became a handmaid to Thranduil’s wife, Princess Maereth. 

When Thranduil and Maereth began to produce children, Ninniel transitioned into the role of royal nursemaid. Thus, Haldir’s own mother helped raise all five of the Woodland Realm’s royal princes, including Legolas.

Haldir’s father Belorfing features in Chapter 4 of “Greenleaf’s Day Out”: Link

Haldir’s mother Ninniel features in Chapter 5 of “Greenleaf’s Day Out”: Link

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[errruvande]

I would love to hear your hc about Haldir’s age! 😁

ahahaha thanks here we go :)

Well it's maybe not the most thoughtful hc but still.

First of all, he's older than the terror twins Arwen and Legolas, i think everybody at least agree with that. But my golden headcanon is that he's around 4000 years old.

He lived through the Battle of the Last Allience and took his part as a young *and very stubborn* elf. He lost his dad in the battle and had to be the father figure to his younger brothers since he himself was pretty young. That exactly what made Haldir so mature and restrained.

In my mind he was roughly around 1k yo when the battle of the last allience has started, which makes him around 4k yo when the LOTR events take place.

In my mind also Rumil had just came of age and was 100-ish and Orophin was around 300-ish in time of BotLA, which makes Rumil around 3k yo and Orophin around 3,3k yo in LOTR.

I hc that Haldir took part in the actual Battle of the Last Allience, mostly cause I don't think that both Elrond and Galadriel would sent an army to Helm's Deep under command of someone who doesn't have an experience of an actual battle. Because, to crush a camp of orcs or a group of orcs that ran into Lothlorien is aboslutely not the same as leading an actual army to the full-scale battle.

Of course the elven army in Helm's Deep isn't book canon, but if we have this why not use it, right?

*****

I've seen many fics that portrait Haldir much older (6-7k yo, almost as old as Elrond is), but for some reason I stick to this ahhaah

And that, of course, may change when I will have more knowledge, but now it's the way it is huh

#hope it serves something to the table ahahahaha #haldir hc #haldir headcanon #errru answers #sophiegreenleaf

[wareagleofthemountain]

Pottery HC

A/N: I wanted to write something that tied into my HC that Silven elves, much like the Noldor, took great pride in their crafting abilities. However, they often created things using the natural materials at their disposal whereas the Noldor seemed to prefer metal as their primary medium. And also, Caladwen got an afternoon adventure with Orophin, it’s only fair that Rúmil got one too.

Caladwen wiped a strand of silver hair off her brow, the messy side braid coming further undone as she pushed it over her shoulder. She’d been engrossed in her task until the soft click of the front door latch unlocking alerted her to someone’s presence in her Talan. Standing from her seat at the outdoor table on her balcony, the elleth made her way inside to investigate.

“Haldir?” She called into the empty space. “Are you there mela?”

“Next best thing.” The tall ellon standing in the kitchen doorway replied, his features fairly similar to that of his sibling.

She smiled, relaxing a bit. “Ah, Rúmil. You startled me.”

The two embraced, Caladwen eyeing the bag he placed on the dining room table. “Apologies Cali. Haldir won’t be in until next week, but he told me to drop by and check on you. I’ve picked up some food at the market if you’re hungry.”

“Yeah, I am now that you mention it.”

Rúmil washed his hands in the basin, wringing out the cloth as his eyes scanned over to her workspace on the patio. “What have you got there?”

Caladwen looked up from where she was setting the table. “I collected some wild clay on my visit to the creek yesterday. Thought I’d make some new pottery and surprise Haldir when he returns home. I-I’ve fired the pieces and have them resting outside.”

Rúmil smiled, pleased that his brother was so well loved, and sat down to eat with his sister-in-law. “Looks like you’ve done a fine job, as always. You’re sculpting abilities are truly impeccable.”

Caladwen smirked, tossing her silvery hair dramatically. “Yeah. I can do pretty much anything.”

“Hmm. Except for baking it seems…” His eyes sparkled knowingly at her from above the rim of his tea mug, referring to the time she’d nearly burnt a cake to a blackened crisp.

“Hey! It’s not my fault Haldir left me unattended with the oven. As I recall, it was you who was so needy and called him over to help with your Talan renovations.”

He chuckled softly. “You ended up having to come over too and bind Orophin’s arm after he broke it falling through our weak roof while trying to clean the gutters.”

“Yes.” Indeed she did remember. It was the only time she’d ever seen the young ellon’s bluster falter.

“Say, I could bring over my paints if you wanted any help decorating your creations.” He offered, taking his last bite of meat.

“That would be lovely.”

They sat outside, Rúmil frequently glancing up from the clay mug in his hand to painstakingly recreate the colors of the purple sunset above their heads onto his canvas. The ceramic now adorned an image of a field of yellow flowers under the dusky purple sky.

���It’s beautiful…” Caladwen breathed.

“It was. I encountered this field on one of my trips to Imladris. It… was too beautiful to be forgotten. That was many years ago now. I doubt it still stands.”

“Well isn’t that the point of art? To make incredible things live on in the hearts of others even after they’re gone?” She questioned.

“Yes. That’s why I started painting.” The two smiled at each other, slipping into a comfortable silence as the stars slowly began to fill the sky.

Tag list: @elithilanor @glassgulls

#rumil of lothlorien #haldir x oc #haldir of lorien

[frodo-with-glasses]

Hi, qiuck ask for the word game:

Feanor (ions) + passionate

(or, since you said you might not know that much about zhe silm)

Just anything Haldir related (if you need a word then "family"?)

Hope you're having a great day~

Thanks! I am currently writing this at the end of a pretty good day, so I hope that counts. ^-^

I do, in fact, know very little about the Silmarillion—the only info I can currently remember on Feanor is that he is The Source of All the Problems and a crap dad, and all the subsequent Feanorians are Very Messed Up and/or Super Dead, and I think at one point there was copious amounts of arson involved??—but even if my Silm knowledge weren’t so lacking, this is an LotR-exclusive blog, so I wouldn’t be able to comment on them anyway.

So! Haldir, and family!

It’s fascinating to me that although Haldir’s brother Rumil is mentioned by name in the book, he doesn’t speak once; unless he was the unnamed elf who popped his head up to hide the ladder and say “yrch” to Frodo. I think it’s a safe guess that Rumil doesn’t speak the Common Tongue—or at least not well enough to be conversational—so he lets Haldir do the talking, and seems content to follow his lead.

I wonder which of the two brothers is older. I would guess Haldir, but we can’t know for sure. I wonder if it matters. In a timeless land like Lothlorien, where every day is like a year and every year a day, would minute age differences simply cease to have any meaning in the endless march of unchanging centuries? When your parents and your grandparents and your great-grandparents live together in eternal youth, what separates the generations but memories? When you spend hundreds or even thousands of years in the same isolated paradise—where no one dies, few leave, and even fewer are born—wouldn’t you eventually learn every face, every name, and know everyone else with the same intimacy as your own family?

Now, I have my own opinions on Lothlorien and its self-important exclusionary apathy towards the outside world, but I’m going to put that aside for a moment and try to empathize with Haldir and Rumil. Because when all you’ve known for centuries upon centuries was peace and paradise, there is nothing more alarming than a threat to that status quo.

Suddenly, there is danger. Suddenly, there is a real and present threat to your way of life. Suddenly, enemies are crawling in the outskirts of your forests, and although you can deceive them and lead them away from your deepest strongholds, there’s always the niggling fear in the back of your mind that one day it won’t be enough; one day, something will go wrong.

Your brother has also been assigned to the outer forests.

Of course you tell yourself that he can take care of himself just fine. He’s trained hard, and he’s very skilled, just like you. You work together when you can, and when you can’t, you wish him well and go about your duties with vigilance.

You worry that one day he won’t come back.

You try to put it out of your mind.

(But you worry anyway.)

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WORD ASK GAME!

#word ask game #haldir #lord of the rings #lotr #my writing

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Uneventful Homecoming- Haldir x OC

Haldir x Mirabella

Description: Haldir returns to his new wife after a particularly long patrol.

Word Count: 1.5k

To the soldiers of Lothlorien, there was no better feeling than returning home after a long patrol. More specifically, the look on the Marchwarden’s face as they reached the gates was one of the best things to witness. For so many years Haldir was alone, only having his brothers to take care of. Even then they were also part of the guard, so he saw them pretty much everyday. 

It was different now though. Now, he had someone to actually come home to, someone who would be excited to see him return. Mirabella was, at the moment, awaiting his return in their now shared home. It was just a few days after their wedding that he had to leave for patrol duties. He could tell Mirabella was a bit saddened by it, but of course she would never say that to him. She knew long before they had even started courting that his duties were very important to him. And she would never get in the way of them, especially if the people of Lorien’s safety depended on them. 

Which they actually did this time. She probably wasn’t even aware that he would be returning this morning as their patrol had gone on much longer than originally intended. There had been a bunch of Orcs making their way to the borders of Lothlorien recently, much more than usual. That obviously caused suspicion, which is why Haldir went out on patrol in the first place. There were many more Orc caves than previously expected, which meant that the patrol would take longer than expected. Luckily Haldir was able to send a messenger to Lady Galadriel so no one assumed them dead. Nevertheless, he couldn’t imagine how worried his fiance was the longer they were gone. 

Finally, they slayed enough Orcs and destroyed their caves so it wouldn’t cause many problems from then on, and Haldir ordered them to go home. Naturally, as Marchwarden, he was at the forefront of the group, but he allowed others to come up beside him and make conversation. Everyone deserved a break after what happened. It was nearly dawn when they returned. As they got closer to the gates several soldiers (namely Orophin and Rumil) noticed a smile slowly forming on the Marchwarden’s face. It first started with the light quirk at the corners of his lips that likely no one noticed, then it slowly grew until he began to have a hard time holding it back. The gates opened as they finally reached it and Haldir all but jumped off his horse and faced his men, a stoic expression briefly replacing his subtle joy. 

“You’ve all done well these past few weeks, I believe that calls for a well deserved break,” he started. “You may take this week off, but I expect you on the training grounds next Monday bright and early.” Once everyone responded, he handed off Audarae to Orophin, who had kindly offered to take his horse to the stables so his brother could get home quicker. Usually Haldir would take his time in making sure that his trusty steed was fed, brushed and comfortable before he could even think about going home. 

He went to a quick meeting with Celeborn and Galadriel to report what happened and discuss what their next plan was, but Galadriel was quick to shoo him off, telling him to go home to his wife. The Marchwarden merely thanked her, bowed then began to head home. Thankfully it was still early in the morning, which meant that not many were up. It made him get home much quicker than he expected to, though he wasn’t complaining. 

It was obvious that Mirabella was one of the many who weren’t awake yet, Haldir realized as he closed the door behind him. The first thing she did when she woke up was make tea and start on breakfast, and those sweet scents are usually what woke Haldir up. Today there was just the scent of the flowers Mirabella kept around the house, which told him that she was still asleep. 

He had the courtesy to take a quick bath before finally reaching their bedroom. Opening the door as quietly as he could, Haldir couldn’t help but smile. Mirabella, as he suspected, was peacefully sleeping. She was curled up in their lage bed with the covers to her shoulders. The windows allowed soft sunlight to rest upon her face, which made her look ethereal in the Marchwarden’s eyes. With silent footsteps he walked towards their bed, laying beside her. It was only when he laid his arm over her hip that the girl stirred. 

For a moment she buried her face in the pillows when her eyes were met with sunlight upon opening them. Once she became used to the light she processed that there was an arm around her waist that she instantly recognized. A small, tired smile formed on her face and she slowly turned over to face her husband. 

“You're home,” she muttered quietly. 

“I am,” he responded in the same tone. His arm wrapped tighter around her and she couldn’t help but giggle quietly as he pulled her closer to him. 

“If I had known you would be returning today then I would've gotten up earlier to make your favorites,” she muttered as her arms moved around his neck. The Marchwarden shrugged nonchalantly.

“This is much better,” he answered simply, leaning down just a bit to press a kiss to her forehead. “I’m sorry to wake you though.” 

“I’m not,” she retorted, which made him chuckle and shake his head amusedly. “Did you find the source of the Orc sightings?”

“I did. But, we can discuss that later. I’ve only just returned and am ready to spend time with you meleth (love).” Mirabella hummed thoughtfully, then examined his face. 

“You washed up,” she mentioned. 

“Yes, I knew you would kill me if I didn’t,” he responded humorously, earning a teasing smile from the girl in his arms. 

“I’m glad you’re learning.” 

“Oh you,” he muttered before rolling on top of her. Mirabella let out a small shriek as he dug his fingers into her sides and began tickling her. It took several pleas for him to finally show her mercy and stop, though he remained on top of her. Mirabella’s laughter died down, but her jovial smile stayed as she wrapped her arms around his neck yet again. 

“Are you hungry, melethdel (darling)?” She questioned softly. “I can make those blueberry and strawberry scones you like so much.” For a moment Haldir debated on lying and saying no to her so they could stay in bed a little longer, but that was quickly out of the question as without warning his stomach growling at the mere mention of food. The sound elicited yet another giggle from the girl beneath him. 

“I’ll take that as a yes. Now, if you could kindly get off of me,” she trailed off, smiling when her husband rolled his eyes dramatically. 

“Since you asked so nicely,” he said, rolling off to sit beside her. 

“Thank you melda veru nîn (my beloved husband),” she said cheekily as she sat up then pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek. Without another word she stood up and grabbed her robe, tying it around her as she made her way out of the room. 

Mirabella, now in such a happy mood, couldn’t help but hum a tune as she got to work gathering all the needed ingredients. It only took her a moment to realize that she was in fact humming the song that she and Haldir had danced along to on their wedding night, which only made her more giddy as she began mixing the ingredients into a batter. She nearly flinched when she felt arms encase her yet again and a chest press against her back, but quickly relaxed when Haldir began swaying with her. 

“Haldir, I’m not going to get anything done if you don’t move,” she said amusedly, imagining him already opening his mouth to retort. “Just let me get these in the oven then you can continue.” Her husband paused as he considered her offer, then ultimately sighed as he pulled away. She grinned at him as she put the tray of scone batter in the oven then faced him once more, holding her arms out expectantly. Without a word Haldir stepped into her arms and hugged her tightly. 

“I missed you, you know,” she mumbled into his shoulder. “Don’t leave me for that long again.” Now it was the Marchwarden’s turn to chuckle. 

“You know I can’t make such promises like that,” he responded softly. Of course they were both aware of that, yet it still never hurt to ask. He could already imagine his wife’s pout, which only made his smile widen. 

“Can you at least promise that you’ll try?” Both of them could hear the hopefulness in her voice, and thankfully Haldir didn’t address it. 

“Yes, I think I can manage that,” he answered compliantly. Mirabella pulled away just enough to look at him and their eyes connected. A small, kind smile appeared on her face and she leaned forward to rest her forehead against his affectionately. 

“Then that’s all I could ask for.”

#lord of the rings #lotr #lotr imagine #haldir #haldir imagine #haldir x oc

[elithilanor]

Rúmil of Lórien NSFW Alphabet

MINORS DNI

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Strap in folks, this one is filthy and mostly BDSM. There are a handful BDSM masters in Lóthlorien and Rúmil is one of them. Celeborn is another. I don’t make the rules, you don’t make the rules. They make the rules.

TW: mentions of abuse and violence and also hard kinks and bdsm

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Very kind and clean. He likes to get you both cleaned up as soon as he can (either a wipe down or a full bath depending), giving you lots of reassurance while he steps away to do that and get any food or drinks. He’ll then give you a massage and rub any healing ointments in. Liable to pull you into his arms once all the important stuff is taken care of and talk to you in a low and soothing voice to lull you to sleep. Will tell jokes to bring you back down.

If you’re in the club/dungeon (which is not a club because this isn’t a modern au, but how else do you describe like a fantasy munch/bdsm club?) it’s basically the same, but with the order reversed. He spends a lot more time checking in with you and unhooking you from whatever you’re strapped to.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his dick and what it can do. He’s not at all shy and he knows it’s one of his best features.

Your mouth. He loves oral and to hear you beg for him.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He’s been with a couple Ñoldo women and he likes coming in their hair to rile them up and see how well they behave but he prefers coming down your throat after a good face fucking session.

Unlikely to come inside you. It’s reserved for elves he’s in a more casual long-sustained fuck partnership with.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Really likes the idea of having sex with a virginal human woman and absolutely ruining her on him. She’ll never have another one like him, no matter how hard she tries.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Incredibly experienced. I hc him as a long standing and well-respected member as whatever the fantasy equivalent of a bdsm and fetish club is in lothlorien. He definitely knows what he’s doing, been at it since he’s basically come of age or shortly thereafter, and often gives instruction or seminars to others. If you’ve got a council of Lothlorien BDSM elves, he’s on it.

Also means he doesn’t fuck around when it comes to consent and making sure others in the club and those in his life are being consensual with their partners and experiences.

He’s been in a couple romantic relationships but that’s not been something that’s panned out for him.

He’s willing to play with those who ask at the club (I need to find a better word for this - hit me with your Sindarin sex club ideas) and he has a handful of partners where they have a longstanding casual sex relationship.

He’s into all genders, but has been with more male and gender-nonconforming elves.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Bending you over something and taking you from behind. A couch, a desk, a chair, anything.

You on your knees with your mouth around his cock and his hands in your hair moving you any way he wishes.

Spread out at his wishes, basically.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He’s very strict, especially if you’re in a scene. He’ll laugh at you sometimes, but not with you if you know what I mean. Lots of smiles and smirks, depending on how things are going.

You can get him to loosen up more during casual sex.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Carpet definitely matches the drapes, but sometimes he shaves it off depending on what you’ve planned/what he’ll be wearing.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He’s very intense and very focused on both your pleasure. I wouldn’t say that he’s romantic, but there’s potential for it.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Yes (see below). He tends to run through fantasies or possible scenes in his head to a) work through them and b) to get off.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Oral/Face-fucking - preferably receiving. He gives head you just have to earn it (or he’s teasing you). He’s very good at it.

Cockwarming - on their knees while he’s working on something or ignoring them. Usually reserved for his good subs who just want to please. He will also hold you down after pressing inside you and not move to watch you squirm. Not sure it’s the same, but definitely related.

Hair-pulling

Impact Play - I cannot emphasize how much he loves this. Doesn’t like using the whip, he’d rather cane you. Soft to hard. Open handed to canes. Let this ellon bring you to tears and welt your skin and you’ll be one of his favorites.

D/s dynamics - obviously. He’s a Dom, he doesn’t sub for people. He’ll occasionally top from the bottom, though. He’s strict, but wouldn’t really be classified as a mean or cruel dom. What he’s asking is what he wants, he won’t change it up on you and if you ask something he doesn’t demean you when you get it. Is called either Master or Sir in scene, maybe Rúmil if you’re long-term partners and you’re lucky

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Over any surface

He’ll play in front of others - esp if you’re into that - but he honestly prefers somewhere with at least a closed and lockable door so he doesn’t have to worry about breaking a scene or having to focus on possible exposure rather than making sure everything is going safely with you.

Preferably somewhere with softer surfaces so he can control bruising.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Brats who are asking for punishment and need to be taught their place - let him break you completely down and rebuild you and hear you say thank you sir

Good, good subs who just want to please him and beg him ever so sweetly - he loves being able to praise honestly; he’s very genuinely proud when they do well

Those who are earnestly curious and want to learn in a safe and controlled environment

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Actually drawing blood, knife play, consensual non-consent, piss or scat play, age-play/daddy dom

Pet play outside of nicknames (eg kitten, pet, bunny)

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Super skilled and very good at it. He does it mostly to tease or a very rare reward. Has used it when his partner is stressed to help relax them to continue (consensually and asked for ofc).

But he definitely prefers receiving and he wants it rough if you can handle it. Choking, gagging, full on face-fucking.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

The whole experience is drawn out, but once he’s fucking you, it tends to be hard and fast

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Absolutely. They tend to be for his pleasure, not yours. And you’re 9 out 10 times not going to come. One of his favorite methods if there’s pre-negotiated edging or denial and he’ll let you come after a certain number of times or several weeks etc later.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Yes. Just, yes. He’ll try most things once and on himself before he even thinks about using it on someone else.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He could literally go all day. Obviously with breaks for things like food, water, etc, but if you have a day for him to completely break you down, he’d be thrilled.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

100% yes. Mostly in the form of impact tools, plugs, and blindfolds.

Has a handful of high-quality ropes and silk ties, but they’re not his favorite. He mostly ties you down if you ask or if there’s a lot of impact play.

Has a spreader bar and he loves using it if it’s a long scene. Let him spread you apart and ruin you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn’t really tease without follow-through, although sometimes that’s a couple of hours later.

Lots of ruined orgasms, edging, and denial though.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Lots of groaning, hissing, and grunts. He tends to swear. But not very loud. He’s calm and moderate when he speaks and that’s across the board.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Really enjoys helping people feel safe and comfortable in their bodies and their sexual needs. He’s the elf that is usually requested if someone is new, experimenting with something more hardcore, or if someone has had bad or abusive experiences or partners.

He gives seminars to new kinksters so they can spot red flags and know the safe, sane, and consensual basics.

When he first started out, he chose to be trained as a submissive because although he knew (and it was affirmed doing this) that he wasn’t submissive, he wanted to be the best Dom possible.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Definitely girthy and medium heavy. Average length. Uncut.

Do elves do circumcision? I mean, why not I guess?

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Very. He probably wouldn’t do a developed scene more often than once or twice a week because it’s draining, but he’ll easily have more casual sex and play once a day.

Masturbation at least once a day, especially if he doesn’t have a partner at the time.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He gets pretty tired, but he doesn’t fall asleep usually because he wants to make sure aftercare is completed first.

If you’re fine though and are running your fingers through his hair? Yeah, he’ll knock out pretty quickly.

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The Wolf and His Dove

Summery: Just Faeron introducing is great great nephew? to the son of one of the Valar who annoys him the most

Pairing: Lúthion X Thilion

Featuring: Thilion, Lúthion, Faeron, Valkor, Haldir, Elladan, Elrohir, Arwen, Elrond

All the Oc's I have shipped so far have been Elves x Maiar.

I live for writing Oc x Oc fics

@eunoiaastralwings more loveabal Oc's of mine i think you will enjoy yes i unfortunately named Thilion similar to Thalion and they are not brother but we don't talk about that

"What have you done Uncle" Elrond questioned as he saw the look on Faeron's face

"I dealt with an annoyance by giving it a distraction" Faeron said in answer to Elrond

"He set Lúthion up on a date" Elladan said from Haldir's lap when did he even get in the marchwardens lap and when did Haldir even get here Elrond thought

"With who though" Elrohir said from leaning against the wall of Valkor's hut the group was huddle in the poor Maiar of Irmo's hut watching out of the one way window at Lúthion but they could not see the other person.

"Thilion" Elladan said

"Thalion he's with Aerdis the Bird brain will kill him" Elrohir said

"Thilion, the child of the most annoying Valar to him" Elladan corrected

"Oh, is he just as annoying as his father" Elrohir questioned

"Some times, he's more of a pain to deal with" Faeron said

"Why do you sit like that" Elrond said turning to Faeron who was 'sat' crouched on the stool

"What do you mean" Faeron said

"He is right you do sit kind of weirdly Meleth" Valkor said

"You are so rude" Faeron said moving to sit properly.

"Faeron catch you two" the short white haired man said as he looked to the Elf who approched

"Unfortunately it seems that is so" Lúthion said

"he left a picnic to us, free food may as well eat it" The short haired man said sitting down on the blanket he through the letter out but Lúthion caught it and opened it.

Have fun, thought you would like each other ~ Faeron

Lúthion shook his head and sat down on the blanket crossing his legs as the man pulled a bottle out

"Dragon's Breath T.A: 1601 oh best year for stardew winery hard to find" Thilion said the two soon started talking over the wine and the snacks of fruit and nuts

"I think Faeron was right to introduce us" Lúthion said

"One of his better ideas I must say" Thilion said the man glanced to Lúthion

"Your not bad for an elf" Thilion said

"Your not half as bad as what Faeron says about you" Lúthion said.

Since then Lúthion had found himself trailing the Valar and normally Thilion would care if someone did this he always told Lúthion to leave him alone the elf never went and he never made him go Lúthion was like a puppy following Thilion.

"OI Fëanorian" Thilion called Faeron turned from Valkor to him

"What" Faeron questioned

"Where's the stupid elf which always follows me, your related to him aren't you" Thilion said

"Oh you mean Lúthion he leaving today back to Imladris" Faeron said the short valar huffed and left

"You think he's going to go after him" valkor asked as he pulled Faeron in by the waist

"High probability" Faeron hmmed as he humored the maiar and sat in his lap

"Oi stupid dog elf" Thilion said approaching the Imladris delegation

"You mean me" Lúthion questioned pointing at himself with a raised eyebrow

"Who else will i be talking to no one else follows me like a lost puppy" Thilion said

"What do you want oh great prince of the valar" Lúthion said laughing and bowing to him only to have the shorter man grab his chin and pull him back up

"WH-" Lúthion didn't even get to finish before the Valar had his lips on his Lúthion stepped back as Thilion himself stepped forward a leg between the elfs the two fell backwards onto the ground as Lúthion had nothing behind him to stop him falling

"Haldir why don't you kiss me like that" Elladan pouted to the Marchwarden stood besides his horse

"Because he has a stick up his ass" Rúmil said Lúthion pushed the valar back

"I- you, me huh" Lúthion couldn't managed to get a sentence out

"Yes I love you, you idiot" Thilion said kissing Lúthion again

"Me to" Lúthion said kissing the Valar back

"Of course you love me everyone loves me, i am the prince of the valar, son of Manwë" Thilion said

"Your getting a bit to cocky their, Faeron hates you" Lúthion said

"He doesn't have taste" Thilion said making Lúthion laugh

"Are you going to stay here or come back with us" Elrond said

"ADA" Lúthion shouted shooting up headbutting the valar on top of him

"Stay or come i do not mind, you can stay with your grandparents if you wish if they don't mind" Elrond said Galadriel shook her head

"We don't mind at all" She replied

"Can I stay" Elladan said

"No" Haldir said

"Rude" Elladan said

"I'll stay then" Lúthion said as he bid his father and siblings goodbye

Elvish Translations:

Meleth - Love

Ada - Father

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