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doodle-pops · 1 year

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Types of Simps | Imladris

A/N: Finally decided to add the House of Elrond to my list of characters. I've been dying to use this gif.

Types of Simps: Lords of Gondolin | House of Feanor | Ainur | House of Fingolfin

Elrond – the ‘gentleman’ simp

· No seriously, I would let this elf simp over me any day because he’s the definition of a gentleman.

· Whatever it is you are doing, he’s able to juggle his duties as Lord and find the time to spend it with you. Are you going on a walk through the gardens?

· Elrond would randomly come strolling with a smirk and request to accompany your walk as if he wasn't timing you.

· “What a coincidence that we meet on such a fine day Y/N. Perhaps I can ask to join you at such a fair moment?”

· Are you blushing? I hope you are. Small trinkets will begin to arrive at your door with an obvious poetic note attached to them, stating that it was from Lord Elrond.

· He enjoys being in your company and spending every moment of his time with you. It’s as though time is frozen whenever you are around, and he revels in the moment.

· Compliments, praises, flowers, gifts – yes. All of which Elrond would spare no expense in spoiling you. Even if you’re not the type to enjoy lavishly expensive gifts, he’s able to dial it down and turn to a more meaningful approach.

· He always has his arm out for you to hold, pulling your chair out for you to sit, tucking your hair behind your ear and then giving you a heart-warming smile and compliment about you being the most wonderful person to enter his life.

Celebrian – the ‘nervous sweetheart’ simp

· She’s a sweetheart through her natural motherly instincts, thus, she’ll baby you whenever something happens.

· It’s only after when she realizes what she did, or doing, that she’ll embarrassingly blush and hide. You on the other hand would also blush furiously at her sweet and gentle gestures.

· A quick fix of your clothes whenever it’s mismatched, a tuck-in of a loose hair strand, patting your cheeks with a handkerchief when you're flushed or sweating.

· And when she’s finished, she’ll freeze with widened eyes at the realization of her actions once again before mumbling apologies. It’s a cute sight, both of your furiously blushing.

· She loves to help as we can see, but she loves to dish out compliments. She’ll give herself a pep talk only to aggressively compliment you because she was nervous.

· She did that once and you thought she was about to further insult you from the level of aggression.

· If you ever attempt to return the same gestures to her, she’ll go quiet and avert her eyes everywhere except you with twiddling thumbs. She’s just trying not to pass out.

· The best part is that she makes up every excuse in the book just to spend time with you even when she can’t.

Glorfindel – the “overly enthusiastic” simp

· No shame that he simps for you, the most he’ll do is blush and laugh whenever someone mentions it.

· He’s like those excited puppies that haven’t seen their owner for five minutes whenever he sees you. You’re just lucky he hasn’t jumped on you.

· Whenever he sees you, he’s quick to call out your name, letting you know that he’s aware of your presence. He’ll always find himself standing or sitting next to you once the occasion calls for it.

· A compliment for every time he sees you and when you return it, he’d return one right back at you for it to continue back and forth like that.

· His aura naturally glows when you’re near, it’s a fact. One time it happened – the other lords complained about how bright he was.

· He’s your number one hype elf, just like Egalmoth, cheering you on if his profession he takes seriously.

· He never wants to see you sad or down or crying because one time he saw you crying and was ready to draw his sword.

· He enjoys spending time with you and would always make time for you. The good thing is that he’s not the jealous type since he’s so friendly with everyone.

Erestor – the ‘tsundere’ simp

· It would take a miracle to get this suborn elf to show the obvious signs of being interested in you.

· You have to read every action carefully to understand the hidden meanings. “You’re an idiot for running in the rain” please be careful when walking in the rain. “You’re way too short to climb the bookshelf, are you a dwarf?” please ask me for assistance, so I can be close to you.

· He has a way with words that only Glorfindel and Elrond can understand. Heck, they’re the only two who are aware of his crush on you, it’s the golden-haired Lord who would give his friend a push.

· Erestor tries his damn hardest to not treat you any different from the others, but when he sees others approaching you, asking for your hand or gifting you trinkets. Jealousy is his favourite colour unbeknownst to him.

· Because of this, it would only fuel him to act on his emotions a little bit openly. Before he wasn’t fancy walking around Imladris with you, but now he is. If he didn’t use to gift you trinkets, now he was, but secretly.

· It would be the twins or Glorfindel who would point out that Erestor acts differently around you in comparison to everyone else. This just makes him roll his eyes fifty ways.

· “I don’t feel anything for them, I treat them the same as I do the rest of you.” With a tint of blush on his cheeks because it’s not like he scolds you when you mess up his papers or interrupt him, unlike the others.

· Whenever he’s around you, he’s a lot more relaxed even though to any onlooker, he wears the same irritated and annoyed look.

Elrohir – the ‘gentleman’ simp

· Between him and his twin, he’s all the more subtle about his approach to swooning you and he takes after his father and mother.

· He’s a mother hen and breaks character whenever you’re injured or require assistance. Always hovering in the background with the most exasperated worried face ever.

· Quick to assist you with the activity you’re performing, even if he doesn’t have a single clue about how to operate, he’ll sit back and look on. He’ll only join if you offer to teach him – he refuses to make a fool of himself.

· Very subtle with his gestures – doesn’t rush to touch you unless you want to hold his hand (minus being a mother hen), opens doors and pulls out chairs, and carries all your heavy items.

· Sends you flowers with a poetical note attached ‘To the most beautiful flower of them all’. Whenever he’s kissing your hand, he makes eye contact to ensure that you combust.

· Quick to shoot down any request for courtship and proud to make it clear that he has his eyes on you.

Elladan – the ‘overly enthusiastic’ simp

· He’s like a puppy that wants to be all over you and everywhere with you, and it’s painfully obvious to you and everyone that he’s head over heels.

· He gets up early in the morning just to have you watch him spar shirtless and ogle at him, instead, the poor baby catches a cramp while posing too hard.

· He always has a compliment and praise whenever you meet, and it’s only because he nagged Erestor or his twin for some help.

· You want help, he’s tripping over his feet to rush over to your side to aid. He does get a tad bit insecure that you may see his behaviour as childish since you make him giddy. But since you don’t bring it up, he’s relieved.

· Elladan is the type to stand under your window at one in the morning reciting a poem, he pulled from Erestor, for you with a bouquet of flowers.

· Because he’s young, he’s easily jealous. Thus, he’s going to attempt to be at your side 25/8 to ward off any suitors.

· He loves to hold your hand, the feeling of yours being encased in his makes him fly over the moon.

· You’re the one person capable of making him feel like he’s floating above cloud nine and walking with an angel.

Lindir – the ‘nervous/shy’ simp

· He’s quiet and shy whenever he’s around you – he just can’t believe that he’s in the same room with his crush and breathing the same air as them.

· He will need reassurance beyond reassurance. Everyone would have to give him a great big push to speak to you, and if he does, he’s ready to pass out.

· It takes great effort to get him out of his shell, but since he really wants you to know that he likes you, he’ll try.

· Flowers in his hand as he nervously breaks out sweating while handing them over and telling you how lovely you look. If you decide to return a compliment - congratulation, Lindir’s broken.

· Ask him on a walk and link your elbows with him, he’s going to be stuttering and stammering. His heart is ready to fall out.

· Lindir knows that he isn’t ready to openly confess, so he’ll write poems for you and send them along with flowers to your doorstep and then refuse to show himself to you the next day but watch from a distance as you collect the gift.

· As time progresses, when Lindir realizes that you’re not mocking his nervousness around you, his words become more pronounced, and he’ll become inclined to sing you a song.

· Jealousy is there for Lindir, but he’d be unsure about which approach to use to address the problem.

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middleearthpixie · 10 months

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Hello! ^^ Can you write a first time smut for Lindir x female elf reader? They both fell in love with each other and they take their time exploring each other's bodies. Super soft and gentle, from Lindir's perspective. Please!🙏 Thank you 💙

Hi there, Nonny! I'm sorry it took me so long, but here it is and I hope you enjoy it.

Moonlight

Summary: You and Lindir consummate your romance…

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: Lindir x fem!elf reader

Warning: oral sex (m/f receiving), unprotected intercourse

Rating: M

Word Count: 3.4k

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A cool breeze wafted gently through the treetops, the rustle of the leafy canopies blending seamlessly with the chirp of crickets and the throaty growls of the frogs that called the various lakes and fountains home. The night sky looked spangled, the sparkling stars looking like diamonds that had been strewn about along a bed of inky black velvet.

Lindir cupped a hand about a thick white pillar candle, trying to shield it from the wind as he attempted to light it. It took several tries, but finally, the wick caught and held long enough for him to slip the glass cylinder over it to protect it from the wind. He set it on the low, white stone wall that ringed the small courtyard just off his chambers, where it joined nearly a dozen of its brethren, their small golden flames flickering every now and then, but their dance did not include bending to the wind or succumbing to it, thankfully.

His gut churned with a nervousness he’d not felt in what seemed like a lifetime. He could not recall the last time his stomach was in such knots, which was silly, really. You had been a couple for a while now, and saw one another on a daily basis. You’d shared a few kisses, but that was all.

Until this night.

He looked over at the large fleecy blanket spread out across the lush green grass. A bottle of wine chilled in an ice bucket to the side. Two goblets stood beside said bucket, just waiting to be filled. He’d set out the candles.

Now, he waited.

Then, he heard your steps on the grass and smiled even as his heart sped up. Even as his mouth went drier than it had ever been. Even as those knots instead became butterflies and without even seeing you yet, his blood seemed to rush warmer through his veins.

“Oh, how lovely.”

His heart skipped a beat as you came into the courtyard by way of the gate. The moonlight shone silver upon you and he knew he’d never seen anyone as beautiful as you were right then. “I thought the candles might be a bit too much. Are they?”

You shook your head. “Not at all.”

You crossed over to where he stood, stopping before him to smile. “I think they look lovely.”

“Good. I was a bit… nervous. I should hate to have to explain to Lord Elrond how and why I burned down the whole of Rivendell.”

“What would you tell him?”

He reached for you, catching your hand in his, and drew you into his arms. “I’d blame you.”

“He would never believe it.”

“Never say never. I can be quite convincing when need be.”

You gazed up at him. “I’m a bit nervous, I confess.”

“You needn’t be,” he assured you. “But, if you’d rather not tonight, we can always—”

“No, I didn't say that,” you were quick to reply. “I am just being silly.”

“Would it help if I was to ask for your hand first?” A hint of teasing wound into his smooth, low voice. “That way you’d know I am not going to disappear on you come sunrise.”

“Lindir! What a thing to say. Do you think that is what I’m thinking?”

“I hope not. But, just in case. Will you marry me?”

“You know the answer is yes.”

“Very well. Now you have no reason to fear, my darling. You have said yes and you are not forever stuck with me.”

“Oh, no,” you replied dryly, trying, but failing, to look utterly serious, “I have made a terrible mistake.”

“Liar.” He leaned in to sweep your lips with his. He’d meant it to be but a gentle, innocent kiss, but the moment he felt your soft lips against his, he had no choice but to press his a bit harder to yours.

You melted against him, parting your lips and he released a hand to slip his arm about your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your firm breasts pressed against his chest, heating his blood as it slowly changed course in his veins, tightening every fiber, every sinew and tendon, as he responded to just that pressure.

You wound your arms about his neck, welcoming the silken soft stroke of his tongue along yours. His kiss deepened, and when you traced your fingernails lightly along the back of his neck, he shivered against you and sighed heavily into your mouth.

He could resist temptation no longer, the hand he’d splayed across your back sliding down to curve against your backside. He cupped a cheek, pulled you firmly against him, and it was your turn to sigh as that telltale bulge of his erection ground into you to create an altogether new and delicious ache deep inside.

His hand slid up, the other one joining it at your shoulders, where his nimble fingers made quick work of the row of tiny buttons that trailed from the neckline of your gown almost to the small of your back. The fabric parted, the cool breeze skittering across your bare skin as he skimmed his hands outward and the material poured from you to pool at your feet.

You stood naked before him and he almost moaned aloud at the sight—at the high, proud breasts with their already-beading nipples, the curve of your waist and the slope of your hips. Just the sight of you was enough to make his blood scorch through his veins as it flowed south now, his manhood responding to give him away, should you lower your gaze.

But you didn’t. You held his and that served only to fire his lust further. Without shyness or hesitation, he let his gaze roam over you and smiled as he murmured, “You are so beautiful, my love.”

“Thank you,” you whispered back, and then you caught your bottom lip between your teeth when he reached out to cup your left breast. He was so gentle, his fingers dancing along the delicate skin, his thumb slipping lightly about your nipple, which tightened even further beneath his touch.

His fingers tightened about that breast, kneaded it gently, and then leaned in to sweep his lips down along your neck. You tilted your head to the side to allow easier access, and his kisses came softly hot against your increasingly sensitive skin. He punctuated each kiss with a teasing nip, and soothed that with a flick of his tongue.

His thumb slipped about your nipple again, then caught it between thumb and forefinger to roll until you gasped. It was amazing to see how tight it beaded beneath his touch, how you responded when he gave a gentle tug, and when he leaned over to take it in his mouth? You shoved a hand into his hair, twisted your fingers into the length, and gave a tug that sent a sharp zing across his scalp. But that only heightened his arousal for you, only made him want to explore you further, to see what else would make you pull his hair and arch hard against him.

He took his time, let his lips caress each delectable inch of you as slowly as he could, which was no easy feat, as the very sight of you, the scent of you, the feel of you—warm and soft—against him was enough to drive him mad with desire. But, he wanted you to feel that same fairy desire, wanted you to ache for him the way he did for you. This was not only your first time with him, but your first time ever, and he wanted it to be as magical for you as he could make it.

He caught you in his arms, maneuvered you onto the soft blanket, and came over you gently. His lips found yours, his kiss hot and teasing and slow and he fought back a sigh as your lips parted and he slid his tongue along yours again. You tasted of sweet strawberries and he took his time exploring your mouth, drawing your tongue back into his own to savor that heady sweetness for himself.

He swept his lips down over your chin, down the front of your neck, which bowed as he caressed the sensitive flesh. He continued down, moving slowly along you body, kissing his way along your creamy soft skin, burnished ivory in the candlelight, his lips smoking a path along the inner curve of the breast he’d been teasing. With each sigh that wafted to your lips, each hitch of your breath, he grew bolder. Your body fascinated him, so soft and curvy, and as he kissed his way down, he sank to his knees before you. A hint of wildflowers and musk floated up to tease his senses. Your scent. Yours and yours alone.

“My love,” he breathed, drawing back to gaze down at you, at the way your hair glinted in the moonlight, fanned out beneath you. Your eyes were heavy-lidded and sensual, your lips full and pouty from his kisses. “You have no idea how often I’ve envisioned this moment.”

“Do tell,” you whispered, your lashes fluttering against the pale expanse of your cheeks.

“I’ve dreamed of it. Of you. Lying just as you are now, bathed in silvery moonlight, a temptress amongst women.”

Heat crept into your cheeks even as you smiled. “You do have a golden tongue, my love, know you this?”

“I speak only the truth,” he whispered, letting his fingers trail lightly along the rise of your left breast. You sucked in a sharp breath, and he repeated the motion, smiling as he held your gaze even as he cupped your breast, slid his thumb harder about that aching bead, then worked down along the curve of your waist, over the rise of your hip. Each caress left you more languid than the one before it. Each one had you pressing your thighs together because the sensations offered up a hint of relief from the maddening tightness of arousal. You wanted to grab his hand, to guide it to that ache between your legs, but hesitated. What if he thought you wanton for aching to be touched there? What if he found you too brazen for wanting that arousal sated?

So, you bit down on your bottom lip as he continued his leisurely exploration of your body, as he moved slowly down along your thigh, over the back of it, to that sensitives patch just behind your knee. You couldn't help your sigh, which made him smile and switch direction, now skimming long the back of your calf. Up toward your backside. Over the rise of that cheek. Back down. You shivered against him, which spurred him on even further. As he drew closer to those curls at the apex of your thighs, he looked up and whispered, “I love you.”

You smiled, a hand curving against his cheek as you murmured back, “I love you, too.”

He winked then, and moved lower, his lips following in the path of his fingers—thigh, knee, calf—each kiss followed by a hot, teasing swirl of his tongue.

He moved over your thigh and you bit down harder on your lip now. You ached with wanting him, the achy tightness between your legs growing damper with each caress. Everything inside you hummed with the need for him to quench the fires he sparked to life.

Your soft mewl didn't pass unnoticed and it took every bit of will he had to keep moving slowly. He felt your dampness. The scent of your arousal grew stronger still, as if trying to guide him to where you wanted him to be.

He followed that guide, leaning in to graze your inner thigh with a teasing kiss. Your legs parted of their own and he almost signed at the heavy musky scent that filled his nose. Wildflowers. Honey. The most enticing of perfumes greeted him, welcomed him.

Lured him in.

He bent to you, his nose brushing the damp curls between your thighs. Fire swirled through him at the soft gasp that reached his ears when he slipped a fingertip into that wet heat. Slick. Hot. Enticing. He ached for a taste and so bent to you to slip the tip of his tongue into your folds, tracing along the curve of that satiny bead nestled within them. Your hand sank into his hair, spurring him on, encouraging him to caress you slowly, increasing the pressure against you as you sighed and moaned beneath him.

Your hips moved with him, and he responded by flicking the tip of his tongue over that silken pearl, and when you grew wetter still, he let his fingers slip through that slick, stroking toward your opening. You moaned softly again as he eased his finger inside you, teasing you, caressing you inside and out, as you quivered around him. You thrust your fingers into his hair once more, twisting even harder now, your hips rolling slowly toward him to meet each caress. He was in no hurry, savoring every moan that bubbled to your lips, every drop of arousal that clung to his tongue, and he knew you grew close to your release in the way you moved with him.

“Lindir…” Your breathless whisper rose into the gilded darkness. You trembled against him, your fingers twisting harder now, your breath rapid as you arched to meet each slow, teasing thrust of his tongue. He laved along that delicate pearl, gentle at first, but as you whispered “Yes…” he licked harder. Faster. He slipped his fingers into your slick, and when he found what he sought, he slid a finger inside you and smiled as you tightened around it. You sank against him as he continued his onslaught, stroking until he found that small swelling along your front wall and teased it as you pulsed around him.

“Lindir!” You shattered, your release as sweet as your arousal and he was relentless in his caresses as you throbbed around him, trembling and pleading with him to not stop. As if he would. Your cries of pleasure were the sweetest music to his ears and while he ached to find his own relief, he was in no hurry to end yours, either.

He slipped his finger free as you stilled against him and when you sank to your knees to meet his gaze, you whispered, “My turn,” and offered up a smile that turned his knees to jelly.

A hand pressed into his chest urged him onto his back on the soft blanket and he smiled as you straddled his hips and caught his hands in yours before pinning them to the blanket on either side of his head.

Your lips claimed his and as you deepened your kiss, you slid your hands free to catch his tunic by its hem. You shoved upwards, breaking the kiss only long enough to whisk it over his head and then, when you came flush against him, he couldn’t hold back his moan. Your breasts, with those rosy beaded nipples, pressed into his skin, made the ache twisting his insides even worse. Your heat beckoned him, his hips rising to meet it, the pressure offering a bit of relief, but not nearly enough.

His eyes closed as you moved down along him, trailing kisses over the smooth, warm skin his bared chest, and when you swirled your tongue along his left nipple, it was almost his undoing. He had no idea how sensitive his own were until then, and his entire body ached with the need to be inside yours, to feel that wet heat tight about him.

Your hair spilled across his chest, warm and silken, and he buried his hands in it, let the gossamer strands caress him as you did. His head spun from the slow, teasing kisses you rained down over his belly, to the waist of his trousers.

Then you looked up and smiled as you unfastened them. As you gripped them. As you tugged them down and he sprang free from them, hard and proud and begging for your attention.

Your name rose to his lips as you bent over and your lips closed about him. Your tongue moved slowly up from his base to his tip, your lips teased where your tongue did not, and when you gave a gentle pull…

He twisted his fingers in your hair as ever fiber in his body tensed, as the need for release tightened about him like a powerful fist, squeezing and pulsing with each stroke, with each teasing pull. White lights danced before him, and when you traced your fingernails along his sides? His moan rose like a mist into the air. His hips rose to meet each caress. The ache inside him grew stronger and more demanding and he had to force his eyes open as he gazed up at you. “Please… I need you…”

You pulled away, a look of utter satisfaction on your face as you whispered, “Need me for what?”

He smiled. “I think you know, love.”

He came up then, his lips seizing yours, his chest pressing into yours to urge you onto your back once more and as you obliged, your legs parted to let his hips settle between them.

You felt the silken steel of his erect member slip into your folds, slide along your aching, overly sensitive flesh, and you shivered beneath him as he moaned above you. You teetered on the precipice. There was no going back now.

He caught your lips in a lingering kiss and you felt the gentle probe as he positioned himself. You were so tight about him, the resistance greater than he’d thought it would be. He drew in a deep breath and thrust, and you cried out at the brief sting of his breeching you. Then he went still, and you whispered, “What is it?”

“I love you,” he whispered back, then began moving inside you, each thrust slow and controlled, and little by little, the stinging ebbed and only pleasure remained.

And what pleasure it was! It swelled within you both, fiery and hot and sweet, and with each thrust, that pleasure grew. It engulfed both of you, driving you both closer to the edge of madness.

Your heat fed his. His fed yours. He surged harder now, tensing as his climax took root. It began in the soles of his feet and worked its way up like a rolling wave of thunder, and all he saw was you, your eyes sparkling, your cheeks flushed. You were close. He felt it in the way you tightened about him, the way you pulled him deeper still and throbbed around him once more.

Everything inside him tightened. Twisted. Threatened to drive him insane as his climax bore down upon him. He couldn’t put it off, had no choice but to surrender to the inevitable as you squeezed him with a powerful rhythm and your fingernails dug into his chest. You tensed about him.

He twisted his fists into the blanket beneath you, arched hard, and climaxed with a blazing fury that had him moaning and shuddering above you, that had him going rigid from the force of spilling hard inside you and you eagerly accepted it, pulsing and throbbing around him. You clung to him, your fingernails digging deep into his back. Your surrender met his and as he sank against you, you wrapped him in your arms as if you would never let him go.

You fought for breath, as did he, and you held him as he trembled against you. Smoothing his hair away from his temple, you murmured, “I do love you.”

“Oh, I love you, too…”

“I think we should do this again.”

You smiled as he lifted his head to stare at you incredulously. “Already?”

“Well, perhaps we should wait a few minutes,” you amended. “At least my head clears. I might faint otherwise.”

“Probably a wise idea.”

“I thought so.” You tightened your arms about him, and it all just felt so perfect, so right. You were where you belonged and you were not about to let him go. Not ever, if possible. No moment had ever been so perfect, as the one you shared with him in the moonlight on the most romantic night of your life.

#lindir #the hobbit #lindir x reader #lindir x fem!reader #lindir x you #second time writing him #hope i did him justice #bret mckenzie #nonny asks #pixie answers

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7soulstars · 11 months

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My Incorrect Universe #95

Me: Let me show you a picture from last night that really upset me

Lindir: Okay, but in my defense, Prince Legolas bet me 50 silver coins saying that I couldn’t drink all of that thing called 'Ultra Silky,Dandruff Relief Conditioner' from your cupboard. It tasted very floral and awful.

Me, half- hearing what he said : Look at this! Thranduil drank all the wine without me- wait....YOU DRANK MY HAIR CONDITIONER ??!

Lindir, now putting two and two together: wait what- HAIR??!

#legolas is going to get it from me #lindir lives matter #my incorrect universe #mirkwood elves #the lord of the rings #the hobbit incorrect quotes #lotr elves #lotr incorrect quotes #lotr legolas #lindir x reader #hobbit incorrect quotes #the hobbit #legolas greenleaf #lord of the rings #mirkwood elves x reader #mirkwood #legolas x reader #lindir

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welikeimagines-andfandoms · 1 month

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Characters who will tell you to use them while you ride them

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kat651 · 10 days

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How your elven lover kisses you/ shows affection

ℒℯ𝑔ℴ𝓁𝒶𝓈：

in public he’s a model of maturity. He offers you his hand and holds the door.

Will occasionally place a kiss on your hand or cheek when he can.

Will put an arm around you if you’re feeling uncomfortable.

When alone, he’s still gentle and caring.

Kisses all over your face.

Cuddles if you want them.

Thranduil:

he doesn’t care if your in public, he is going to kiss you.

Constantly pulling you to his chest.

Would carry you all over if he could.

Teasing you constantly.

Alone he’s insane. You’d think he’s been touch starved.

Holds you in his lap

Neck bites

Long passionate kisses

Falls asleep with you in his arms.

Haldir:

isn’t big on PDA the farthest he’ll go is gently holding your hand, but only if you ask him to or he senses your uncomfortable.

Uses a different tone with you than he does everyone else.

Once it’s just the two of you, he’s a completely different person.

Snuggles

Lets you play with his hair (always falls asleep if you do)

Butterfly kisses for days.

Clings to you like a child.

Elrond:

Will gently squeeze your shoulder as he walks past.

Soft smiles when no one is looking.

Not big on PDA.

once it’s just the two of you, its gentle snuggles usually while he reads you a book or plays with your hair.

Occasional kisses on the top of your head.

Is a softy.

Lindir:��

to the untrained eye, you and lindir just seem to be good friends but there are signs, though only the people he’s really close to can see the signs.

He shows you subtle PDA by simple acts of service such as bringing you tea or grabbing something from another room that you may have forgotten.

If you’re sitting at a table, he’ll occasionally take your hand when he knows no one can see it.

Once alone however, if you aren’t each others center of attention he gets clingy.

Pulls you away from what you’re doing so he can have quality time with you.

Goes from soft and submissive in public to straddling you in the bed while placing kisses over your entire body. Is still gentle with you though.

Then suddenly, he needs you to baby him and hold him tight.

Loves to play lay with your hair.

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elficially-done-with-life · 3 months

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Dating Lindir hc

Pairing: Lindir x reader

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

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

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

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

♡ While he sings these songs he usually turns bright red

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

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

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

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

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

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

♡ You gave Lindir a healthier lifestyle

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

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

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

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

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justpostsyeet · 4 months

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Glorfindel : I want a baby!

Lindir : Oh no! Its that time of the month again. Hide Mîr.

Mîr enters the room. Lindir throws her over the shoulder and runs with Glorfindel running after.

Mîr : I knew elves got baby fever but never knew it was this bad.

Lindir : At least I'm better at handling such things.

Mîr : Shut up and run faster you soon to be rabbit in heat.

#lotr #mîr vin universe #glorfindel x mîr x lindir #glorfindel x reader #Glorfindel x oc #linidr x oc #lindir x reader #Glorfindel x lindir #mîr #Glorfindel #lindir #the lord of the rings #lord of the rings #the hobbit #hobbit #the silmarillion #silmarillion

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leahsflwer · 7 months

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An Angsty/comfort Lindir Imagine.... is that something you could do for me?☺🤗🥺🥺🥺🙏🙏🙏🙏

I'll love you forever and ever!!!!!!!!!!

❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥💜

I can give it a good go 😝

Lindir imagine - “Purple dress” Fluff content

Warnings: Slight angst, feeling tired, fluff mostly, very mild! Sexual references, but it is mostly a chaotic imagine on sweet Lindir <3

Lindir (LOTR/Hobbit) x fem! reader

I wandered through Rivendell smiling at the stunning setting surrounding me. I felt at ease and peaceful until I heard whispers from a few of the elves around me. For me, I was only a Human-Dwarf girl. Which brought upon a few harsh comments from the elves who giggled and pointed at me. It put me in a terrible mood within seconds as I hurried past them and rushing around a corner and into something.

It was a chest. The chest of Aragorn the strider. He was a handsome man but I was not in the mood for him to look down at me currently, so tried to walk around him but he grabbed onto my wrist and pulled me back, so his face was inches from mine. All I could do was gulp and shake my head.

“Aragorn please not now,” I sighed

“You don’t even know what I was going to say.. come on..” he chuckled and moved hair from my face

“Please,” I begged him wanting to run off

“Oh come on let me talk-“ he started.

He was cut off before he could even finish as I felt a large, long arm wrap around my waist and pull me against them. Feeling a tall man’s body pressed to my back.

My stomach filled with butterflies as I slowly turned my head to see who it was. It was Lindir. Who was glaring at Aragorn, then looking down at me with a soft stare. His smile fading as he looked back at Aragorn.

“She needs time to relax first Aragorn. She is clearly upset and exhausted. You know Rivendell and she does not, so just let her go by at her own pace.” He spoke up and gently guided me away.

We walked side by side up many stairs, left, right around many corners which easily lost me but I had no care as I felt his hand on my lower back as he showed me around to the room I was going to stay in while here in Rivendell. He smiled at me before walking inside with me. He wandered over to the balcony and let out a deep breath.

“You know. You’re one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.” He chuckled making me blush.

I couldn’t even move from my spot beside the bed in the centre of the room against the back wall. He was way too perfect to be complementing me so I felt speechless.

He glanced at me and showed a more cheeky smile compared to his usual mature facial expression. He clearly noticed how flustered I was by his words making me heat up and feel blush creep on my cheeks.

“Thank you for before. I do feel quite exhausted from the long trip here. I have barely any time to myself being surrounded by men all day long” I sighed

“You don’t need to thank me. I seen how uncomfortable you felt and had to help.” He nodded.

I watched him as he walked over to the chair in the corner of the room and grabbed a beautiful, purple dress, similar colour to his own robe. He motioned for me to follow him.

We wandered passed a few rooms and into a long corridor, into a room with a large bath. It was filled with warm water and bubbles that smelt magnificent.

“I had this made for you. It can help with your tense muscles” he smiled and placed the dress down on another chair in the room

“Lindir this is so much, I couldn’t possibly bathe in that, you have done so much already” I sighed and shook my head

“I insist. I made the bath for you princess. So please enjoy it” he chuckled moving some of my hair from my face.

He walked past me and closed the two large doors, leaving me alone with the gorgeous smell of those bubbles. I couldn’t decline such an offer, who knows when I’ll be able to clean myself like this again.

My skin felt brilliant as it hit the hot water, my tense muscles relaxing as I laid inside the large tub, letting out a soft moan from enjoyment, not wanting to move. But I washed my entire body, feeling perfectly clean and at ease.

Drying myself off and holding up the dress wandering how much it cost him. Feeling bad for him even thinking about me.

It fit my body figure perfectly and made me smile. I smelt amazing and looked stunning. Quickly opening the doors and rushing around to find Lindir who was speaking with Lord Elrond about things.

Elrond noticed me first and smiled, but I wasn’t interested in him at the current moment and hugged Lindir.

“Thank you. For everything” I smiled and then realised what I was doing, hugging him in front of Lord Elrond himself, shyly standing back

“Lindir picked the dress out himself, I’m glad you like it” Elrond grinned and then wandered off to speak with Gandalf.

Lindir seemed to watch as Elrond disappeared and then looked down at me, a smile appearing on his face once again. His eyes clearly gazed up and down my body.

“It suits you and brings out your eyes.” He chuckled making me flustered again.

I gently hit his arm and then gazed at his pink lips, gulping as ideas flooded my mind. His eyes still locked on me. Aragorn coming into my sight once more making me clench my fists, he punched Lindir in a playful way and smirked at me.

“You look good” he snarled

“Oh.. thank you” I shyly smiled

“I put it on her” Lindir spat out with a smirk as Aragorn turned to him with shocked expression

“Y-You.. well then! That explains why you stole her from my conversation before. I’ll let you two be” he raised his arms in a funny motion and wandered off.

I was overheated from embarrassment and glared at him as I crossed my arms. He just smiled and took my hand taking me on a walk down to the water fountain.

“I only wanted him to let you be, so you can think to yourself. Sorry if it came off wrong” he apologised

“No. It’s quite alright. I wouldn’t have mind if you really did put it on me.” I chuckled with a small grin.

He looked at me with a smirk, raising his brow and nodding, leaning down and touching the water. Splashing some towards me making me shake my head and gasp at how cold it was on my body.

“Lindir! I just cleaned myself and changed!” I laughed

“Good. You can change again with my help” he laughed in return and splashed me again.

I put my feet in the water and splashed him back with a huge wave of water. Until we were both completely soaked and in a mess, just giggling and looking at the other elves walking by with judging manners.

#fluff #angst #lindir #lord of the rings #hobbit #elves #elf #Elrond #Rivendell #lindir x reader #imagine #smut #preferences

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acefaun · 4 months

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Can you write a angsty story with a happy ending for Lindir x half elf-half human girl? She and Lindir grew up together and Lindir has feelings for her but his responsibilities came in the way of his feelings. One day a handsome elven lord came to the reader's family to ask her hand in marriage. Lindir saw reader was happy and chose to bury his feelings but little did he knew she felt the same way. They both decided to confess to each other and they get married.

Sorry for requesting such a lengthy story 😅

Lindir~ Longing

Synopsis: Childhood friends, Lindir can’t help but fawn over you for a majority of your lives. But when it comes time for the perfect opportunity to confess his feelings for you, an unexpected marriage proposal gets in the way of your happily ever after.

🍃Masterlist🍃 Female Half-Elf, Half-Human MC!

A/n: ✨Angst!✨ ✨Angst!✨ ✨Aaaaangst!✨ Happy New Year, guys! I was told I had to post something before 2024, so how does 20 minutes before 2024 sound? I was supposed to post it earlier, but yesterday I was crying over angsty pseudo-relationship stuff and today I had a migraine and just woke up an hour ago. ANYWAY, last fic of the year! I also hesitated to breathe, because shortly after I got this request, I got an emotional lashing for touching Rings of Power without permission? And anyway, Lindir’s sensitive, don’t yell at us. 🥺 mAn, Lindir's gonna make me cry again.

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The light, melodious sound of an elven maiden’s voice danced around him, drawing his feet to a standstill. From an above balcony, he watched the scene in awe. How was it possible to have hair that reflected the light of the moon, quite nearly making it look as though your hair was made of starlight itself?

Lindir’s heart melted at your beauty. Not a single elf in all of Middle Earth could hold a candle to you. He counted his blessings that your magnificence was created in Rivendell, a progeny of Lord Elrond himself; a beautiful elf you were, regardless of your half-human descendance. He had the pleasure of knowing you your whole life, something only the most fortunate elf could brag about. Still, some good it did him, when he never had the chance to tell you how he truly felt about you…

Maybe… just maybe… tonight could be that night. You were humming a delightful tune, standing on the edge of a platform, admiring the waterfalls that stretched up the side of the mountain; the shimmering silver water serving as a backdrop, complimenting your dress. If there were a better time to speak up, he was sure now was it, when his heart was fluttering and his urge to have you in his arms was strongest.

With his courage secured, he made move to descend the stairs to meet you. If only fortune were on his side. An elf maiden called out, “Lindir, Lord Elrond wishes to speak with you.”

His eyes shifted to the maiden who called him. “I’ll be there in a moment,” Lindir replied, masking how flustered he felt on the inside for missing yet another opportunity—for foolishly believing he could accomplish something so far out of his reach. Still, as he was left once again to his own devices, his helplessly longing gaze returned to you for a brief moment. You had such a bad habit of wrapping him around your finger, even when you’d done nothing at all.

Sighing, he turned on his heel. Tonight would not be the night, he lamented as he left to tend to his duties.

***

The rain was pattering lightly on the window, but yet, the sun still streamed through the clouds, making for an oddly beautiful sight. Rainbows were fairly common thanks to the waterfalls in Rivendell, but the large rainbows that stretched across the sky were another sight to behold.

Eagerly, you made your way down the hall and to the library. Peering inside, your reason for coming all this way wasn't easily found. Tilting your head, you entered, your eyes scanning the space before the quiet shuffling of paper caught your ear. Following the sound, you spotted Lindir hidden between the bookshelves, a book in his slender hands. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration and for a brief moment, you debated on your choice of bothering him.

But a soft sigh left his lips, and he left you startled as he addressed you, “Is there something you require, my lady?” He didn't even look up to see you; how could he tell it was you? “Your steps are always soft and easy to recognize,” he said, as though hearing your internal dialogue.

“Well,” you smiled at him, brushing off his quirky way of recognizing you. “I was wondering if you wanted to go on a walk with me?”

This time his head lifted from his book, glancing at you before his gaze flickered to a window. “It's raining out.”

“Haven't you ever wanted to walk in the rain? It's nice and sunny and there's a rainbow outside,” you tried to make it sound as enticing as possible. You didn’t care if it was raining, you just wanted to spend time with him.

As much as he wanted to see you enjoying yourself in the warm rain, he sighed, returning his book to the shelf before grabbing another one to flicker through as he offhandedly answered, “Lord Elrond would not approve if you were to catch cold.” He knew your half-human side was fragile, and he wanted to protect you as best as he could.

“We don't have to tell him,” you pouted. There’s no way he’d reject you so easily. “It'd only be for a few minutes. Please, come with me, Lindir?”

He resisted the urge to groan. Why must you say his name in that manner? You made it so difficult for him to tell you no. Regardless, he didn't have time to be entertaining you, and his heart ached. How many times this month has he had to reject you because he was busy?

For the umpteenth time this month, he declined, “Unfortunately, I have more work from Lord Elrond that needs completing. You are aware that King Thranduil is paying a visit to Rivendell just next week, aren't you? I pray you haven't forgotten.”

“I haven't forgotten,” you swiftly defended yourself despite, indeed, having forgotten the date. The look Lindir shot your way told you of the grave importance of this meeting. This reminder gave you an idea… “Can I help with the preparations?”

“I…” Lindir faltered at your offer, before he sighed again, replying, “That isn't up to me to decide. Though I should say not, with how you'd forgotten the event despite my already having told you earlier this week.”

“Well, then,” you said quite confidently, “I'll just have to ask!”

Though, asking your father only ended up the same way it always ended… with him explaining that you had your own preparations to attend to. You still needed to get a dress for the occasion.

You should have been familiar with not being able to help Lindir, not being able to be around him for more than five minutes, or simply not being able to see him for extended periods. You weren't sure what happened after you both got older… It wasn't like you lived in separate worlds where you never got to see one another. Since when… did he neglect your feelings for his ‘righteous duty’ and ‘responsibilities’? Not that you could blame him… he served your father, Elrond, of all people, and you knew he was a busy elf Lord. You suppose you’d just have to be patient and wait for Lindir to come to you on his own time, when he wasn’t busy, and when he wanted to see you… if he wanted to see you.

***

Lindir felt like he had gone over this list a dozen times, making minor changes each time he set eyes on it. But this was the final look-over and there could be no mistakes. King Thranduil was not one to overlook mistakes, and Lindir would surely suffer an earful if Lord Elrond were to hear but a single complaint from the King of the Woodland Realm. Sighing, he rubbed his forehead. When had things gotten so stressful?

A heavy sigh filled the air, though, to Lindir’s surprise, it wasn’t his own. His eyes flickered around the room, but no one seemed particularly bothered enough to let out such an aggrieved sigh. Peering out of the open window, he found the source of the sigh. You were sitting on a nearby bench, a notebook in hand.

At first, he thought he might have been mistaken about the source, until another sigh left your lips. His heart ached at the thought that you could have been upset over something. But then… why couldn’t you have simply asked someone for help rather than stewing alone in silence?

He was tempted to spare time to go out and console you himself, but again, he was interrupted from his concerns. An elf called for his attention, “Lindir, I’m not sure that this is going to be ready in time for their arrival.”

Lindir’s eyes swiftly shot to the elf at attention. “That’s not sufficient. If any hands can be spared, do so. We’ll not still be setting up when they arrive. We don’t want to look unprepared for their presence. I’ll look into it myself.” Pausing before leaving the room, he thoughtfully added, “If there is a spare moment, can someone check on Lady (Name)? I…” He didn’t want to admit to fretting over you like a worried mother. So, he excused, “I need to ensure she’s prepared for tomorrow.” This time, an aggrieved sigh did leave his lips as he left the room in a hurry.

***

Pattering of feet and clinking of dishes echoed through the halls, the air buzzing with both excitement and apprehension. Oddly, you felt neither of those things. It wasn’t in your interest to impress a friend of your father—if friend was what Thranduil was.

Sighing, you watched the flurry of excitement; elves rushed this way and that to make sure everything was perfect for King Thranduil’s arrival. You understood what all the fuss was about, of course, but everything looked good to your eyes. You didn’t understand what they were fretting over; they’d been at this all morning.

Perhaps you were disinterest in their hard work was because your eyes had been glued to one specific elf since you’d entered the courtyard. Lindir looked to be beyond himself with worry as he tried to make sure everything was set according to plan. At most, they had maybe an hour before everything needed to be finalized. Though, each time you set eyes on Lindir, it seemed like he vanished into thin air the moment something crossed your path, and you lost sight of him.

Your attempts to even speak with him were in vain, as he eluded you each time—though you were sure it wasn’t on purpose. He, as always, had his duties to attend to. You couldn’t blame him when the success or failure of this festival rested on his shoulders. You could only pray in your heart that when the sun had finally set and the music rang through the halls that he would be able to relax and enjoy the festival of starlight. Lindir deserved to enjoy the evening along with the rest of Rivendell and those from the Woodland Realm who accompanied Thranduil. Maybe… Just maybe, then you’d be able to have a moment with him.

Accepting the fact that you were never going to be able to catch Lindir at this rate, you resigned to joining your father and sister, waiting for the arrival of the elves of Mirkwood.

Arwen glanced at you from the corner of her eye before vaguely asking, “Any word?”

You shot her a look that told her to hold her tongue in the presence of your father. “Not a single one, and I’d rather not have a word from you either.”

Elrond looked back at the two of you, his gaze studious as he glanced between you. Slowly, he commented, “Your tongue is rather sharp this evening.” Of course, it was his off-handed way of asking you to open up. You wanted to glare at Arwen for making Elrond take interest in your conversation. The last thing you wanted was for him to stick his nose in your business—your business being your little crush on his seemingly unremarkable advisor.

Luckily, Arwen was there to save you an explanation as she smoothly excused, “She must be feeling the stress of the others. It’s not often we host the King of the Woodland Realm for an occasion such as a festival of starlight.”

“Indeed,” Elrond’s eyes stayed trained on you before he turned his head with a nod. “The King hardly leaves his halls. I feel this will be a festival worth remembering.” And you had to agree with that statement—at least, you hoped so.

Though, as you had expected, it was only a matter of time before Lindir had to join the three of you. Welcoming Thranduil into Rivendell was upon the most important things to be done, and Elrond’s advisor had to be there for courteous purposes.

Lindir, however, paused upon approach, his gaze lingering on you the minute you both locked eyes. His lips had opened as if to say something, but no words came out immediately. He said nothing until he caught the eyes of both your father and sister, to which he shyly complimented, “You're both beautiful, my ladies.” Of course, complimenting you and Arwen was his best move, as opposed to his continued staring.

As he quickly joined Elrond’s side, Arwen shot you a suggestive look in regard to Lindir. Waving her off, you tried not to pay much mind to how close you and Lindir were standing to one another. There was no time for that… If anything, you only had to hope that he would spare you a moment of his time at the festival. But here and now you couldn’t carelessly be sparing glances to Lindir when you were going to be greeting a King.

It was supposed to be an official greeting from one noble to another… However, as soon as the party of elves arrived with King Thranduil, your eyes glittered at seeing another life-long friend of yours at the King’s side. He seemed to get equally excited upon seeing you as well. “(Name)!”

“Legolas!” Now, he wasn't someone you thought you were going to be seeing. Or maybe… he slipped your mind while you were busy placing your attention on the unattainable Lindir…

But the minute Legolas had you in a tight embrace, you forgot about your unrequited love. For the moment, all you wanted to do was catch up with an old friend—even if it disrupted the sophisticated atmosphere of a King entering Rivendell.

***

Lindir would have sagged his shoulders in relief if he weren't trying to maintain a decent image—it didn't matter so much that Lord Elrond praised his good work and gave him permission to enjoy the festival. It was difficult to enjoy himself when… you weren't beside him.

He'd been working hard this whole time with the hopes that tonight might have been the night he told you how he felt…

His hard work paid off… only for you to spend a great deal of time hanging off of Prince Legolas’ arm. Lindir supposed he should accept fate as it was: Legolas was a noble, someone who could make you a queen one day. You deserve the best, and Lindir was far from the best.

Taking his failure to heart and not having the spirit to hang around the festival, he took a walk through the lightly illuminated paths of Rivendell. It was a familiar path… One that you and he used to walk together often. Just down the path, he walked, seeking the lonely courtyard that sat hidden behind a beautiful range of waterfalls.

Though, upon turning a corner, he quickly had to backtrack, concealing himself beside the shadow of a pillar. Just ahead, there was a couple that was barely noticeable in the dim lighting.

On the verge of turning around and leaving them in peace, Lindir paused, your voice catching his ears.

It was then that he noticed the pair was none other than you and Legolas. He knew he shouldn't have been intruding on the private moment, but he couldn't bring himself to turn away, especially with what he overheard Legolas saying, “You know… I have to agree. For as long as we’ve known each other, we’re compatible. I wouldn’t want you to think I’m asking for your hand in marriage insincerely. Still, I value your opinion and your desires above all else. Would you at least consider…?”

“Legolas…” You whispered his name. Lindir could only watch silently as you wrapped your arms around Legolas’ neck and that… that’s what told Lindir this dance was over… It was time for him to let go of his loss. He could only stare for another heart-wrenching moment as the two of you embraced, sharing hushed words as if you were already a married couple.

Turning once again, Lindir made a swift retreat. This entire event made sense now. The reason Lord Elrond placed much of his time and effort into making sure it was impeccably arranged… was because it was to be the night of your engagement. Lord Elrond must have previously come to this agreement with King Thranduil, meaning that you couldn’t refuse, even if you wanted to. Though, logically, Lindir knew you wouldn’t reject Prince Legolas.

Lindir walked down the path, making his way back to the lively festival. This path that was so familiar to him suddenly turned into something that made his heart ache. Fond memories of you that swirled around in his head were like shards of glass made to pierce his heart.

But… he only had himself to blame. If he hadn’t neglected you all this time, then perhaps… perhaps you would have looked at him.

No. He had no chance. Legolas had always been more deserving of your affection, however sparse the woodland prince was in your life. At least the young prince could eagerly sweep you off of your feet, unlike Lindir, who only seemed capable of disappointing you as of late.

Besides, your marriage would only strengthen the bond between Mirkwood and Rivendell, undoubtably. There were only good things that could come from this union. There were a million ways Lindir could justify how right it was for you to be with Legolas, but none of it seemed to stop the agony that assailed his heart.

Lord Elrond was correct… This festival was, indeed, an unforgettable one…

Inhaling softly, Lindir came to a decision. This was fine—all of it. There was nothing more for him to do regarding your well-being now that you were in Legolas’ capable hands. Lindir would just begin preparing for the aftermath of the festival. At the very lease, he still had a job to complete, and he couldn’t disappoint Lord Elrond because he was heart sick, of all things.

***

Fortunately for you… Legolas happened to be very understanding of your position when you explained to him why you couldn’t agree to this arranged marriage. In a marriage, as the two of you came to coincide, there was love to be expected—and not forced love either.

Now, it wasn’t that the two of you were unable to love each other; you were sure you would get along just fine if it really came down to the two of you getting married. However, Legolas understood completely that you were simply in love with someone else. Your heart raced for another who was not Legolas, and so long as it was in his power, he was going to help you express these repressed feelings.

Coming to such an agreement, Legolas wasted no time in helping you search for your missing love: Lindir.

With no luck between the two of you, though you were loath to address your all-knowing sibling, you knew she would possibly be able to help. Considering she had been present at the festival all night, you were sure she was the perfect person to go to in regard to finding Lindir.

Luckily, you made just the right call. “Then you’ve finally come to terms with your feelings…” Arwen displayed a soft smile, agreeing to help. However, she didn’t seem to need your help for this part, as she ushered, “Stay, enjoy the festival. Grab a drink with Legolas.” She gestured for you to return to your waiting friend. “I’ll return shortly with all the answers you hope to find.”

“Arwen…” You almost deflated in front of her, quite nearly put-off with how she was ushering you back to Legolas. But… you knew she was being genuine, and you couldn’t help but smile slightly in return as Arwen walked off, leaving you alone once again. “Thank you.”

Your sister simply smiled in return to your earnest response before leaving you alone once again.

Only, when you returned to the festival per Arwen’s previous ushering, you failed to find Legolas. It wasn’t odd that you couldn’t find him in such a crowded scene, but even the nearby elves couldn’t give you answers as to where your friend disappeared to.

In any case, you were sure Arwen would be quick in her task, and Legolas was probably still off on his noble search for Lindir. At this rate, you felt like everyone was searching for Lindir but you… And while Arwen told you to remain at the festival and enjoy yourself, that was turning out to be a rather difficult and tedious task.

Besides, now that you were alone with your scrambled thoughts, you were feeling the pressure of reality. Arwen and Legolas were searching for Lindir for you… so you could convey your deepest feelings for him. You were sure he would refuse your feelings, simply because he already owed you that loyalty as a servant of Rivendell. Not to mention, he wasn’t the sort to conceal his true feelings very well; to put it simply, he was horrible at it.

The one time dwarves were in Rivendell, he had enough trouble hiding his disdain for them. You were sure this would be no different. He always had to tolerate you because you were Elrond’s daughter. Who was to say he wouldn’t consider it entirely unprofessional? There were a ton of excuses you could think up as to why Lindir might reject you.

All you could do was wait for the time to come. And so you waited quietly by a fountain, brushing your fingers across the silver surface, reflecting the light of the stars above.

***

Lindir’s heart was racing uncomfortably. He was informed by Arwen that you were in trouble and needed his help immediately. Despite not being able to answer why she couldn’t be of any help to you—why did it have to be him?—Lindir was quick to rush down the familiar walk ways to return to the festival.

He wasn’t sure what the issue was that required his attention so direly, but he understood upon seeing you alone… so melancholic—you were like an angel of starlight in his eyes once again, your beauty unfailing.

For a brief moment, he wondered where Legolas was… only to have the thought that perhaps things had not worked out as the two of you had hoped. Now, his heart did not ache because of you… but for you.

Quietly, he weaved his way through the festive elves, coming up beside you. You still hadn’t acknowledged him, so, he quietly addressed you, “My Lady… What brings you such sorrow on such a joyous evening?”

“Lindir…” Your eyes were quick to flicker to him, and for a moment, your sorrows were all but forgotten. Being in his presence was enough to make you forget yourself. All seemed well in your world until it came time for you to answer his question. This time… you had to be honest. Though, your words were shaky and unsure. “I- I only…”

Lindir was unused to you being so demure and bothered. You were usually more certain of yourself and intent on bothering him at the worst of times. This wasn’t like you.

For the second time since finding you, he wondered if he truly was the right person to be beside you, solving your still-unspoken problem. Was this not supposed to be the job of your betrothed? He let out a soft breath. “I… do not mean to pry. But does this have to do with Legolas? You’ve been with him all evening, up until now.” He tilted his head as if teasing you to try to lighten the mood. “Has my lady gotten lost in her own home?”

You couldn’t help but let out an amused huff—he had at least succeeded in making you smile somewhat. “It wasn’t that I lost Legolas,” you admitted, your cheeks burning as you dared yourself to continue your sentence, “I lost you, Lindir.”

Lindir was surprised to hear you say that. His eyes were wide before he dared to ask, “Were you searching for me, my Lady…?” He was hesitant to join you as you gestured for him to sit beside you on the fountain’s edge, but he couldn’t say no to you when you so clearly wanted this.

“I searched everywhere… but it was like you vanished entirely. I feel like that’s been happening more as of late.” Though your cheeks revealed how flustered you were, your eyes shone with despair. Lindir wanted nothing more than to rid you of any ailments, so that he could only see that joyous glimmer in your eyes. But… was it his fault you were in this state? He didn’t have an answer until you continued, “Each time you disappear from sight, my chest feels heavy, and I get terrified that I’ll never see you again.”

“I’m here,” he said reassuringly, though, he wasn’t entirely sure what to say to the betrothed of a prince. There were only so many ways he could comfort you and hope to remain on Legolas’ good side. Still, this was starting to sound more like a personal jab. Had he truly been so neglectful? “(Name)...” For once, he dropped the honorifics, and you felt your heart skip as his hand gently laid on top of yours. “I’m here now. Tell me, what’s on your mind?”

He was gazing at you earnestly. He genuinely wanted to know what was bothering you and if it was within his ability to fix. But he was surprised when you uncharacteristically, and very bluntly, asked, “Why are you always too busy for me?”

The question took him off guard. There was a completely logical answer to the question, though… if he was being honest, he was too flustered to admit it outright. Hesitantly, however, he did tell you the truth, “I have kept myself busy and have done my work diligently, all with the hopes that I would have personal time to spend with you.” He averted his gaze, having more to add, but certain it was an inappropriate time to mention it. Still, your eyes implored him to speak more of his secrets, and he loathed your prying gaze. “I had hoped to have done a well enough job that I would have free time to spend with you at this festival.”

And just like that, he admitted his failed plan of the night; he genuinely did want to spend time with you. While he expected his explanation to be one-sided, you were astonishingly quick at admitting a secret of your own, “I wanted to spend time with you too, Lindir, but you were always so busy for my father. Even before this festival,” you thought to add that last part. “I like you, Lindir, and I’m so…” You trailed off, struggling to find a word to describe your feelings—something Lindir always thought was endearing about you. “I’m so miffed with you!”

“I understand,” he replied slowly, albeit surprised. He couldn’t hide the hesitation in his tone—he was confused. More than confused, his heart was in more pain than ever. “My Lady—” Yet again, he was putting emotional distance between the two of you. “—what of Prince Legolas? The covenant is already arranged; there is no getting out of it.”

“Well,” you spoke coyly, telling Lindir that you knew more than he did. “Legolas and I were talking about that earlier. He was the one who wanted to help me find you in the first place because… well… he agrees with me that we simply weren’t ready for marriage in the first place.”

Lindir hated that you were suddenly being so straightforward with him. Well, he hated it just about as much as he loved it. He could hardly hide his pink cheeks as he made a quick excuse, “(Name), think of the thought that must have gone into this by your father and King Thranduil. It’s not often King Thranduil leaves his kingdom, which means this night was of great importance. I can think of no other reason than that this night was clearly strictly for you and Prince Legolas. This is no time for-”

“I don’t think any of their opinions matter as far as loving someone else is concerned,” you suddenly interrupted him, causing a thick silence to fill the air.

Lindir was left flustered by your bold statement, and couldn’t muster a single thought other than that… you loved him. You said it. It was the first time he heard you say it, though it was ever so slightly indirect, he knew it was directed at him. Still, he wouldn’t jump to conclusions, though he knew all fingers were pointed at one solid conclusion that he’d been ignoring. He patiently asked, “Is this what’s been bothering you today?”

“It’s been bothering me,” you pouted, making him avert his gaze in guilt. You didn’t seem like you were letting him off easy tonight as you accused, “You’ve been ignoring me.”

“I apologize for that…” He paused after his reluctant apology. He knew he was in the wrong, but there was still a lot to be discussed. There were so many unspoken feelings, and so many obstacles that came as a result of these feelings if they were to be addressed appropriately. After a guilt filled moment, he finally spoke again, “Are you certain this is how you feel?”

You unwaveringly nodded, dissuading his doubts with a firm “Yes.”

“Then…” Lindir sighed, finally giving into his overwhelming feelings. “I should admit, in return, that I love you as well.” For once, he shared everything with you, knowing you deserved to know the truth behind his seemingly cruel actions. “The reason for my neglect would partially be because of my duties, but also because you deserve someone better. I… may have been… jealous… over Legolas proposing to you with his arranged marriage, but in the end, I had the thought that you would be better off with a prince.”

You nodded, seemingly understanding what he was saying. He felt relieved that you didn’t think he was intentionally trying to hurt you. “The only thing…” you started softly, “is that I don’t love Legolas like that—not when you have my heart.”

“That…” Lindir faltered, an uncharacteristic move for him. For once, he was speechless. “That wasn’t how this was supposed to go.”

You tilted your head in confusion. “Huh?”

He huffed in frustration, venting, “I was supposed to admit my feelings to you first… but Legolas showed up…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “Regardless, I suppose now isn’t the time for that. Now, let me tell you the truth.” Feeling brave for once, he leaned closer to you. His hand was still resting on yours on the cool stone bench surrounding the fountain. His tone was soft as he whispered, “(Name), I love you.”

He adored the way your eyes lit up at such a simple phrase. It made his heart flutter to be telling you at long last. The smile that graced your features was one he’d remember for a long time as you whispered back, “I love you too, Lindir.”

There would be a time when you would both need to address this with others… namely your father… but for the time being, all that mattered was the two of you. There were many affectionate and tender moments that needed to be made up for, after all, and you had many hours under the glistening stars to do so.

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