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specialagentlokitty · 6 months

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Elrond x teen!reader - safe with us

Hiii! I haven't been active in so longgg it's painful to think about BUTTT I'm here with like some many ideas for requests!!! Could you maybe write an parental elrond x human child (if it's fem I would appreciate it!) in WICH reader was traveling with their fam but got attacked by orcs or sumting and she was told to run, she either a) stumbled upon a patrol of Rivendell or b) something else that led her to Rivendell and can we see soft elrond with her, better yet soft ELVES with her AWWWWWWWWWWW how CUTEEE (ignoring the whole slaughter part ofc) Like she's basically adopted by all the elves of Rivendell. - @hai-kbai 💜

You had been running for god knows how long, your legs hurt, and you were tired, and hurting from the numerous falls you had taken.

But you felt like you couldn’t stop running, you were scared if you stopped then they would find you, that they would get you as well.

So you kept going, right up until you ran into a small group of what appeared to be maybe guards or warriors.

They all looked at you and you screamed, scrambling to hide between some rocks that you could only just fit between.

You heard some quiet talking, and slowly somebody came over.

“Please do not be scared, we mean you no harm. Are you lost?”

You said nothing, and the elf nodded slightly, rummaging through his bag before holding something out to you.

“Hungry perhaps? it’s good. One small bite will fill you.”

You refused to take the food and he sighed, putting it away as he began to talk to him comrades.

While they were talking, you stayed hidden up until the point you heard a noise that sounded a lot like orcs.

Rushing out from your hiding spot, you ran to the elf and stood in front of him, hiding yourself in the group.

“We must go.”

They all got on their horses and the one you had hid behind helped you on to his horses before climbing on and rushing away.

You didn’t want to go with them, but between orcs and elves, they were the safest option.

They had horses and would be faster.

Exhaustion soon took over you, and you fell asleep.

Of course the elf behind you knew you were asleep, but he made no motion to wake you up, neither did the others.

They just carried on their journey back to Rivendell where the sounds of movement made you wake up.

You snapped your head up and looked around, jumping down from the horse and backing away in fear.

“You appear to have brought a guest.”

“We found her alone and scared.” The man replied.

The other elf nodded.

You carefully studied him, he had a friendly face, with a small smile as he looked at you, and he was wearing the most elegant clothes you had ever seen.

“I am Lord Elrond, of Rivendell. Do you have a name?”

You said nothing.

“You’re scared, I understand. But you needn’t be afraid, we mean you no harm, we wish to help you if you will let us.”

You glanced around, and you turned back to him.

“How about a bath, some food and a clean change of clothing?”

You slowly nodded your head.

So they got everything ready for you, and you bathed in peace, only letting out a small hiss as hot water touched the scratched and cuts in your skin.

When you were done you changed into the elegant Elyan clothing you were given, and began to wonder around.

Bare feet padding along the floor, you looked into other rooms, poking and looking at things as you passed.

“Hello, Lord Elrond has requested you to come have something to eat.”

You turned to face the new elf.

He smiled at you, bowing his head a little.

“I’m Lindir.”

He stood up.

“Will you come?”

You nodded and followed him to a grand dining hall, and he showed you a seat next to Elrond and you looked at the food in front of you.

“Whatever you want to eat, you can.”

You looked at him then back to the food, and you glanced at his plate as he ate his dinner.

He saw you looked and smiled to himself, taking your plate, he replaced it with his own, and set your plate in front of him.

You began to pick at the food he was eating, knowing that if he was eating it then it was fine for you to eat.

Elrond smiled softly at you.

“Do you mind if I have a look at your arm after? That looks rather deep and painful.”

You looked at your arm.

“What happened to it?” He asked.

“I fell…”

He nodded his head.

“I see, well, we all fall sometimes. It is nothing we can’t fix.”

Elrond could tell you had been through a lot, so he never pushed you into telling him what had happened.

They simply made you feel at home, with your own room, food you liked, they had even began to teach you their language and games.

Everybody loved you.

“Be care when you go.” Elrond said.

“I’ll be okay!”

You swatted his hands away and he smiled at you.

“I know, I just worry the young elves forget you are not as strong as they are.”

“I’m strong!” You huffed.

He sighed a little, nodding his head.

“I know, just go have fun. And be safe.”

You smiled at him.

“Thank you.”

With that you ran off, waving to everybody you had passed.

They all knew you by name now, the human who lived with elves.

They loved you, and you were part of Rivendell.

You brought them joy and adventures and just the right amount of mischief to make any boring day a little better.

You were still healing over whatever had happened to your family and Elrond could see that in the nights you didn’t sleep, or the days you wouldn’t talk.

But he hoped maybe you could open yourself to Rivendell as your home and realise you never had to leave

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doodle-pops · 6 months

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Kiss It Better

Elrond x reader

Kinktober 2023: Aphrodisiacs

Warnings: fem!reader, aphrodisiac, rough sex, marathon sex, manhandling, semi-public sex, Elrond being a tease

Words: 4.3k

Synopsis: When Elrond mistakenly adds aphrodisiacs to your sleep–inducing tea, your quest for a peaceful night’s rest takes an unexpected turn. Elrond, being understanding and patient, comes to your aid, ensuring you find the sleep you were looking for through rare methods.

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“Oh dear!” Staring at the empty contents of the supposed bottle of wormwood powder and then lifting the actually clear glass of wormwood, Elrond’s tongue kissed his teeth at the accident he caused. A first–time mishap and on a grand scale, he was sure how the effects of the mistakenly emptied contents of what should have been wormwood, but accidentally giving lavender in a copious amount, would have. You were sitting impatiently, twirling around on his stool, complaining about feeling overly feverish and sensitive. To make matters better, it was approximately eight minutes since you drank the concoction he stirred up a storm to create.

There wasn’t much the healer could do aside from staring at the bottle, defeated before silently placing the empty jar onto the shelf and stepping away with concern in his eyes. Those brown eyes darted everywhere else to inspect for any other mistaken bottles of herbs and powders he may have accidentally mixed into the tea for your lethargy. His hands moved at the same rate his eyes followed, falling on every surface of empty bottles and out–of–place containers. Even the opened books were not spared from his investigation, should he have unknowingly flipped to the wrong page, he might as well consider.

“This,” he sighed as he reached for another jar he was sure of using, this time labelled incorrectly once he smelt the contents within and became aware of it being another floral powder, “will get me into trouble once the higher effects begin to kick in. Though, it should have begun…” His eyes trailed off the half–filled jar to rush towards the page where the instructions lay before him. For a second, just a second, Elrond was almost certain that the universe was playing tricks on his brain as he decoded the measurements written on the page.

Two teaspoons

One teaspoon

Two and half teaspoon

One tablespoon…

“Lord Elrond…” Your voice echoed annoyingly from the outer room as your temperature began to increase and the sensation of having clothes covering your body became irritating. You were confused about the effects of what his homey remedy for lethargy was giving off, far different from the usual teas you consumed within the past year. Now, fanning your face and neck while giving aggravated tugs to your dress, you whined to him once more. “Lord Elrond, please, what is happening?”

With a pregnant pause, his head cocked to the side and his ear flicked at the change in your tone, you were already under the fire. Deciding that it was wiser to keep the truth about his mistake under the radar, Elrond whisked himself out of the storeroom and into his office where he came across you dabbing a cloth dipped in the bowl of cooling waters along your neck. Regardless, the action appeared more provocative than intended as you ran the material along your elongated neck and parted your lips to release a long, quiet groan. Your ability to distinguish decorum with the flames building intensely within was absentminded. There was no time to stop and become self–aware of the performance you were putting on due to his slip–up.

Elrond on the other hand was unsure if to continue standing silently in the doorway and observe how far your actions would take you or snap you out of it and treat the issue. Shifting on his feet and taking a deep gulp as you wrung the cloth and allowed droplets of water to fall against your skin to provide coolness, your eyes opened and caught him staring with a jar in hand and his eyes honed on your confrontational display. “Lord Elrond,” you called out nonchalantly as though you were not lacking decorum, “what is happening to me? I thought you gave me a tea for my tiredness?”

Scepticism flooded his expression as he attempted to avoid your gaze, solely due to the siren look you threw and the disappointment of informing you of his blunder as a healer. Walking into the room, he stepped around the opposite side of the table and away from you to place the bottle of lavender at the centre. His palms were faced down and his head hung with his lips twisting, thinking of every possible solution and answer to return. “It…It would appear that—”

No, he couldn’t say that.

Cautiously rounding the table while his fingers trailed along the edge, he turned his focus to you as he approached you from your side and came to stand beside you. Wordlessly, he gingerly pried the cloth out your fingers, careful not to touch your skin and dabbed it across your forehead, making notes of your slight shivering and increased arousal. This was the bare minimal interaction with a cloth hindering skin–to–skin contact and you were already affected. Swiftly dipping the cloth into the bowl of cool water, he continued to dab at your forehead and the rest of your face, doing his best to avoid your neck to entice any behaviour.

His lips were pursed as he remained steadfast on applying the first step into solving your crisis, brown eyes following the motion of his hands until you began sighing too frequently. His eyes fell upon the bob of your throat and the parting of your lips the moment you shut your eyes to focus on the lingering sensation of his touch. It was then he decided it was a wrong idea to become close and personal to treat you.

“This is clearly a terrible idea,” he muttered, taking a step backwards and pondering on how to properly assess you.

“Elrond, forgive me, Lord Elrond,” you corrected and hopped off the stand to step forward, crossing the gap in three strides, “please just tell me what is happening and why does my body feel this…way.” At the end of your words, you began twitching, majorly at the junction where your thighs met your pelvis. The growing ache between your legs provoked you to squeeze your thighs together and shift from left to right.

Worry befell his eyes, and he bit the inside of his mouth at the progress of actions. “Alright, you need to sit and remain still, and refrain from touching me,” he ordered, frustratingly.

“Touching you?” You frowned and took three steps backwards to meet the stool.

Building a storm within the clustered spacing of his office, Elrond rapidly answered as he reached for a clean mortar and pestle, “Yes, no touching me because you might get the urge to do something like that to sedate the pain.” Having placed the instruments on the table not too far away, he placed his hands on his hips and turned to cast a worrisome look. “I made the wrong tea due to…mislabelling. I picked up the incorrect ingredients and gave you aphrodisiacs in extremely large doses.” His voice had shrunk at the end of his confession knowing fully well that you would blow a fuse.

“What?!” you shrieked. “Elrond, are you serious? I’m trying to gain hours sleeping, not sleeping around.”

He couldn’t help but find your statement to be entirely humorous as it slipped out and released a muted chuckle, hidden by the dipping of his head. “I apologise, the fault is entirely my own,” he clarified with a clearing of his throat. “However, if you can only sit still and allow me to cure it, you’ll soon be on your way to sleep.”

“And exactly how are you planning on curing this? Because to my unfortunate knowledge, somebody gave me aphrodisiacs in large quantities and claimed it was a new sleeping tea. Perhaps it wasn’t an accident and done on purpose. No wonder why I felt odd the minute I drank it,” you muttered with apprehension and cast a side eye at him. To blame Elrond was entirely not you and only the herbs taking its toll on your frustration. All in the act of attempting to have its purpose served.

Unaware of this being an effect, conversely, Elrond grew tired of your antics and snapped with fury in his voice, laced with weariness and concernment. “And I believe you have a way of solving this problem with all your complaining?” he challenged and slammed the mortar upon the table. “You seem to doubt my ability to remove the issue.”

“Of course, I do, especially when you appear as equally as weary as myself, I have every right to question your capabilities as a healer!” you reacted, shooting from your seat and standing beside him, shoulder to shoulder. “If you were the healer you claimed to be then I would not be in this situation—”

“Your pupils have dilated tremendously,” he whispered, causing his warm breath to fan your face prompting you to lean in closer unconsciously.

“So what?” you replied.

“And your pulse is becoming erratic,” he added, becoming aware of the proximity of your body.

“Let it—I don’t mind if it goes a bit high when I’m around you.” Fingers crawling up his arm, you kept eye contact with his gorgeous brown eyes and inched yourself closer until you wedged yourself in the gap between him and the table. Bodies pressing against each other, driving you insane, you reached out to hold him closer in an attempt to step away. Albeit, he wasn’t attempting to distance himself from your close–body figure, pressing against him.

“You’re thinking too much, Elrond,” your voice seduced while your finger reached his chin to tug it forward, mending the gap. “Just admit this was all a part of your plan and you desired me as much as I do. Just imagine,” you began, standing on your toes and placing your lips beside his ear, “how good it would feel to release all your tension in me. When was the last time you had a good time?”

“Y/N, think about this carefully,” he cautioned lowly, body shuddering when your lips kissed his earlobe and knowing that sense had disappeared the minute you consumed the tea. It was only a futile and last–resort attempt.

“Picture it Elrond,” you taunted and took his hand to wrap around your waist. “Us naked and entangled while you satisfy both our needs. Just think of how good you’ll fuck me.”

You proved the power and potency of the herbs and flowers was displayed by the rush of his arms instantly knocking all the parchment and instruments off in haste and hoisting you on the table. Tugging at your leggings and knickers until they were flung across the room, your bare legs met the cold air and his fingers. You trembled under his touch, your chest heaving and sweat building as the erraticism of your pulse escalated immensely, you cried out for him to get on with the show and stop teasing. You wanted to feel his body against yours without clothes hindering the sensation.

Reaching your hands out, they haphazardly yanked at his apparel and flung each piece across the room without care and concern. Your fingers desired the need to touch his skin and have the warmth of it pressing against yours to cool the raging fire crawling like molten lava across your skin. Inch by inch it sluggishly trailed, engulfing your entire body into flames while he stood there leaving you to take care of the matter on your own. The cruelty behind his reclusive actions, palms against the tabletop and standing between your legs while he breathed in your air and left you to undress him and then yourself increased the ache between your legs. Whining his name and frowning at him for provocation failed, for all he did was stand there with his brown eyes locked upon your pouting expression.

“You want me to assist you, don’t you?” he lowly chuckled, turning on the heat. “In fact, you need me to assist you.”

“Elrond, please don’t tease me any longer,” you wailed, tugging on the neckline of his shirt to bring his lips a little closer to meet yours, only to have him pull away at the last minute. “Just…Just fix it!”

“And here I thought you said I was incapable of such,” he corrected as his right hand slid up your back to meet the laces and give the bow a tug, unravelling it. With his thumb and forefinger gripping the end of the lace, he continued to unravel it until the bow was undone, leaving the rest of the intricate lacing to loosen. Straightening his posture and left standing in his leggings and shirt, he pulled you upright to unravel the tightness of the lacing and loosen the upper portion of your dress to allow his skilful fingers to peel it off artfully slowly.

The entire time, your hands were frozen on the buttons of his shirt and your eyes focused on the sleeves of your dress being tugged down your arm until they were caught at your elbow. The palpations of your chest could be heard and figured out by Elrond through the flustered expression you cast and the build–up of perspiration. The stickiness coating your skin, Elrond’s fingers swiped against it as he tugged at the front of the dress, prying your cleavage out from the confinements and into the open for his eyes to feast upon.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” he quizzed once most of the upper portion had been removed and took a step back, prying your fingers off the buttons to finish the removal of his clothes. “Is it because you need my care and touch desperately?”

His hands rubbed circles into your hipbone, provoking more sounds to fall from your lips. He wanted to witness how putty you would easily become for his remedy after all the smart–mouthing you were capable of relaying. To witness the hooded, lazily look in your eyes which morphed into want and the parting of your lips to moisten it as his body rocked into yours, enticed him to take the remaining steps to completion.

Towering above you flushed and semi–nude, both hands ran up your legs, over every curve and bump, pushing your dress until it bunched around your waist. Measuring the gap between you, he stepped closer to fill it, also yanking your body closer till it was flushed against his chest. The ripples of goosebumps once your breasts were squeezing on his chest, nipples hardened and rubbing deliciously upon the smoothness of your Lord’s skin, shot across your ignited body. Little whimpers and sighs were emitted at the action of your bodies firmly pressed without any space in between to disturb the tension being created.

Gathering the energy to reach for the rest of your sleeves and tugging it off completely, now your dress pooled perfectly around your waist, he slipped his hands under your thighs and brought them to encircle his waist. The yelp you emitted was swallowed up by his lips colliding with yours and wasting no time in giving you the chance to adjust. Elrond pried your lips apart with his tongue and went to work fervently to savour the sweet taste of your kiss. His groans, at first, were inaudible. Being devoured by your lips as you made attempts at eating his lips or rather his face—your fingers were clawing into his nape and back, pushing him deeper into your body as though you wanted him to morph into you.

For every bite of your lip, your fingers tightened at his nape and gave small tugs to his hair, and for every swipe of his tongue against yours, you dug your nails into his back to leave your signature. The kiss was unlike any other you had experienced, perhaps with the mixture of him being your Lord and you his assistant, the thrill was heightened led to his touch being voracious.

Conversely, Elrond was a master in his art and possessed infinite levels of control unlike you in this situation at a time like this. Breaking the kiss much to your disappointment, his lips remained a few centimetres apart. “Are you going to give me an answer?”

Your body jerked in his hold as his question left you furious at the leisurely time he was taking to fix the issue. The blood under your skin was boiling causing the fingers gnawing at his neck and back to force him into hurrying up. “Would you quit it and just fuck me already? Put the heat out and just make me feel good!” you wailed.

For the first time in years, Elrond felt rejuvenated at the game he played with you. It wasn’t something he was ever fond of, always preferring to make the moment romantic and full of adoration and love, but today sparked a newfound delight. All the while you were yapping and running your mouth, being demanding and obnoxious, the hands that once held your thighs already slipped between your bodies to unsheathe his cock from his leggings and guide it towards your opening. He was thrilled your attention was focused on getting him to comply that you were oblivious to your wish being fulfilled.

“Is this what you wanted me to give you?” With his body at present pressed against yours, there was no room for your eyes to witness the motion of his cock approaching your cunt, only to feel the breaching with an eye roll and heave. Thankfully your hands flopped off his back to brace your body upright on your forearms, you were given the most precious sight of his cock sliding in and out, already covered in a sheet of your arousal. The only thing left for him to do was to pick up the pace.

“You want me to give you pleasure?” he goaded. “But you told me I lacked the capabilities.”

A mischievous grin was set upon his face as the rocking of his hips remained steady and at a snail’s pace. No amount of gripping his hips or pressing the heels of your ankles into his back would increase his speed; not until you gave him an answer.

“Please, please, please. J–…Just give it to me Elrond…” crying out with a solid flop against the table, as much as your body was being stimulated, it wasn’t at the rate required to soothe the ache. “I just want your cock…”

As desperate and pitiful as it sounded, it was pleasant to his ears somehow and fuelled the course of his actions. Leaning his body lower, his hips maintained their rhythmic pattern, leaving behind the soft pitta–patter of his ball being soaked by your drenched cunt. It made his eyes widen the realisation of the desire you contained to be relieved and how much he gave you to consume. Pleased in ways unimaginable, his left hand cupped your face for his thumb to run over your lips before feeling your lips wrapping around the tip and your tongue swirling around it. Eyes widening, yet kept holding his finger, they were fixated on the motion of your lips.

Hissing, his lips formed a smirk at the inability of you to give a response before barrelling away. With his right hand occupied on your waist, he used it to guide your hips to meet the increased tempo of his thrust, awakening the temptress within you. Provocative moans from the depths of your soul escaped your lips and left him more aroused from the start. Even through the action of your sweet lips sucking on his finger, he could precisely and clearly hear each syllable of your melody the more he drove his cock into you.

He couldn’t believe how right you were about the last time he gave himself away so freely to the highs of ecstasy. Your words replayed in his head about releasing all his tension while curing your problem; considering it beneficial when he was problem solving both your issues in one shot—a good remedy.

Letting himself loose, Elrond flung his head backwards to join you in harmony as moans fell from his lips. The tightness of your cunt, a feeling he missed and enjoyed, wrapping around him suffocatingly without a moment of reprieve spiralled him into ecstasy. Your snuggly held him in possession, considering him yours with every stroke he delivered, kissing your sweet spot like no tomorrow and leaving behind stains of his precum to quench the flames. The rigidness and robustness of his cock, the perfect weight resting within your walls were accepted with familiarity. Allowing you to remodel and mould your insides to suit the shape of what he desired. A place where he could return for release and satisfaction.

With the first wave of your fire cooling from sinister rolls of his hips, loudly slapping against the inner of your thighs, you sighed in euphoria. This was the relief your body craved all these months, not sleep. The sensation of being twisted into different positions, from lying on your back to being placed on your side with your leg over his shoulder, a different type of workout that proved to be the best form of lethargy. There wasn’t a position your legs were being tossed into the deeper he drove his cock to have it touch placed unheard of. When they were considered myths, your Lord Elrond proved them false with the wicked flex of his hips to bury himself in the depths of your core, emptying the first release of tension before pummelling again.

There was no stopping when you were now being placed on your stomach, your right foot planted directly into the floor with your left hitched on the table and his hips smacking against your ass. You could have sworn that he was the one who drank the tea instead of you, but with a quick reality check of the volume of releases you made in the last half an hour, it was you.

The deliberating crawl of your cramps as he fucked you like no tomorrow, fingers massaging the back of your thigh while his lips whispered filth in your ear, eased the pain. Even when your stomach clenched and your walls cramped around his cock as the coolness of your orgasm quenched the flames, his fingers ghosting over your skin was a better sensation and stimulation. You could stand there for as long as he desired and take the vigorous pummelling he gave, even if it left you bedridden, it would been the best rest and treatment for your weariness received. It might encourage you to make checks more often than usual.

On Elrond’s end, he could say the same thing. His right hand intertwined with yours upon the table, sweaty chest rubbing against yours and finger massaging your thigh, he would have to make frequent schedules for another visit. Nevertheless, he only wished for the constant slipping and sliding of your bodies to cease. It made things difficult for him to hold and keep close, albeit it allowed for the sounds of his hips meeting your ass to reverberate in the depths of his eardrum, placing a pleasant smile on his face.

“Your cries sound better than I imagined, Y/N.” His voice trickled into your ear like caramel, melting away any remaining tension in your bones. Your body visibly sagged into his chest; head lulled atop his shoulder while your lips remained parts to release your broken, stammering moans. “Tell me, is the treatment to your liking? Would you like me to ease the ache once more?”

Breathlessly fumbling around with your words, your fingers tightened in his and pressed into the table, knocking your knuckles into the solid wood at the swelling of his cock, expanding your walls. The violent flooding of his cum seeping into your cunt and being pushed deeper with the intention of being kept there, left you shaking. Your body couldn’t handle the intoxication of his presence entering you again, speeding up the process for another wave of your orgasm to break through and mix with his. Your cries were all he was listening to while he relentlessly continued to pound away at your walls, loving the hypersensitivity he sent you into.

“Oh fuck, El–…rond!” Wailing into the heated air, your breath condensed at the rise in temperature of the office. Your body’s urge to collapse was prohibited by the gentle encircling of his right arm, still entwined with yours, around your waist to keep you upright and against his sweaty chest. The amazement you held at the unshakeable power he wielded to continue round after round as though his limit was endless. You were beginning to consider the acknowledgement of you being hit with aphrodisiacs was false and simply made up to lure you into his trap.

After all, he was a descendant of a Maia, a powerful at that, being able to ensnare you with the hypnotic look in his eyes was enough to have you at his beck and call. Imagine what his voice was doing as your insides churned and melted with the melody of his moans against your earlobe. Lips kissing the tips and breathless groaning at the squeeze you gave; Elrond summoned you to him like a siren calling its prey.

“Just like that, I’m sure you can give me another and another and another,” he encouraged, placing more pressure on your sweet spot as he ground his hips into your ass and rubbed the tip of his cock against it. “Just let me take care of you. I’ll make you feel better.”

He was unappeasible and outmatched you.

And yet, it did not terrify you, only enticing you to further give in and allow him to care and tend to your needs. His touches and words were all that were required to provoke your body into rejuvenation. He could kiss away the pain, ghost his lips over your skin or breathe against it and all would be well. His remedy to heal your ache was the best and always provided satisfaction.

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child-of-the-nights · 10 months

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hello! could u maybe write something for elrond where he gets injured saving reader and she shuts off and starts avoiding him because it made her realize she loves him and she panicked? maybe she's a widow like him too? if not thank you anyway <33

I love Elrond so much so of course! Have fun reading!

Warnings: injury, near death experience, battle (so expect killing as well), angst (with happy ending) -> nothing graphic tho

A/N: the reader is an elven woman in this oneshot but let me know if you would like something else ^^

word count: 1676 words

Elrond x Fem! Elf! Reader: Elrond gets injured and Reader avoids him

Although Elrond never enjoyed putting his people's lives in danger, he would never refuse to assist those in need if requested. That is how he ended up in the middle of a bloody battlefield where armor, weapons, and bodies were being flung around like nothing. He was skilled enough in combat to protect himself from the enemy's blades, though. No matter how many orcs tried to attack him, he easily defeated them.

The battle raged on, the sound of blades deafening those involved. Arrows sped through the air and soon struck their victim, whose cries were barely audible. The elves fought with unmatched skill and grace, and Elrond slowly led them to victory. By that time, the orcs were outnumbered, and the elven Lord had some time to look around and aid his kin.

Amidst the chaos, Elrond caught sight of you, a brave and spirited elven woman, fighting alongside your people. You were as competent as anyone on the battlefield, but it so happened that you became trapped, surrounded by enemies, with no way out. Elrond jumped into action and moved swiftly to get to you without even pausing for a second. His blades cut through your foes before they could strike you down. Once they were all dead, he took a glance at you, trying to check if you were hurt but before he could proceed, an awful strike hit Elrond. He stumbled back, clutching his side, his face twisted in pain. The sight of his injury sent a shiver of terror through you.

"Baw (No)!" you yelled as you circled around Elrond to slay the orc. Your opponent died because he couldn't get his sword out of the elf's body in time.

Even though you wished to help Elrond, you were unable to do so since your foes spotted the opportunity and approached him. He fought bravely despite having a serious wound, albeit his posture wasn't as steady as before. You held your ground and defeated as many orcs as you could before the enemy decided to retreat.

When it was safe to do so, Elrond fell to his knees and groaned in pain. You rushed to his side and helped him to find a comfortable position. Shouts could be heard from afar, but you couldn't quite make out what they were saying.

"Everything will be fine." with great effort, Elrond reassured you, his voice strained but filled with determination. "Mae carnen. (You did well)."

You tried saying something, but words simply didn't come out of your mouth. Some fellow elves came to their Lord's aid as you stumbled back to give them space. It only dawned on you just now that if you hadn't found yourself in this situation, Elrond wouldn't have been injured. Everything after the battle happened so fast, the elven Lord got safely brought back to Rivendell, where the healer's immediately began to work, while the rest of the elves slowly traveled back.

It didn't feel real to be traveling back to your home. It was almost as if you were seeing with your eyes but your head was blank. Seeing Elrond on the ground had left your face pale. Everything that had happened felt too familiar. It seemed like the day's happenings were right out of your nightmares—the nightmares about losing your beloved spouse. You started crying as you thought back to that terrible day. After they passed away, Elrond was the one who helped you recover because he knew how painful it was to lose a loved one—possibly the most precious of them all. Elrond was the one who took the time to help you heal by lending you his wisdom.

Your sobbing became more intense with each thought. You had come to a realisation as you reflected on the time you spent together, the comfort his presence provided you, and the coldness the separation brought you. You suddenly realized what you had been experiencing while around him. It was love. You considered yourself dumb for only realizing that at the last second, just as you might lose him. And you were genuinely horrified by that.

Weeks passed as Elrond received treatment for his wounds in the security of Rivendell. When you learned of his recovery, you felt both relief and anxiety at the same time. Overwhelmed by the weight of your emotions, you withdrew, avoiding Elrond's presence, afraid of what your feelings meant and the vulnerability that accompanied it. But, Elrond being Elrond, you knew he had noticed it. Since you two were close, visiting him while he was recovering would have made sense. And yet, since the battle, he had not seen you. You ached to be by his side, to console and comfort him, but you were unable to.

As Elrond slowly regained his strength, he sought out your presence. Every time Lindir came by to let you know that Lord Elrond had asked for your presence in the gardens, you would come up with an excuse not to go. You avoided him at every turn, anxiously waiting for him to pass through the corridor. You could see how his gaze searched for you in the halls, but you were nowhere to be found. Elrond became very concerned and yearned to know why you had been avoiding him. It was unlike you to act like this.

Determined to understand the cause of your withdrawal, he sought you out, finding you in the quiet solace of Rivendell's library. You had been reading a book, trying to take your mind off of the elven Lord. That was until a gentle tap on your shoulder turned your attention away from the book. Your stomach dropped as you realised who had disturbed you. He took a seat beside you, without asking you first.

"What are you reading, exactly?" Elrond asked with curiosity.

Suddenly forgetting what you were reading, you looked down to view the cover. "Oh, I just grabbed something off the shelves." You tried to avoid making eye contact as you shook your head.

Elrond grew silent, noticing how even now, you tried to run away from him. It broke his heart that you grew to resent him so. If he had to be honest, Elrond fell for you a long time ago. He never really showed it but he longed for someone who could understand his pain. And then you appeared at his doorstep, asking for support after the death of your spouse. At first he just looked at you as a friend, but those feelings soon grew. If you hadn't expressed your disinterest in dating, he would've said something sooner. But being the gentleman that he is, he respected your bounderies and tried to move on. The problem was that he couldn't.

"Please, mellon nîn (my friend)," he began softly, his voice carrying a mix of concern and vulnerability, "help me understand. Why do you avoid me so? What has come between our friendship?"

Those words stung. You sighed, unable to give him a straight up answer. But you knew Elrond valued honesty so you gathered all your strenght and looked him in the eyes. "I cannot express it, Elrond, for I fear if I do, history will repeat itself."

Elrond looked deep in thought, carefully deciding his next sentence. "I'm not quite sure I follow." he admitted.

You looked away, trying to hide your pained expression. "The battlefield, brannon nîn (my lord). It was my fault."

"It hardly was." he shook his head, slowly sliding closer to you. When you had not moved away, he reached out to grab your hand.

"You nearly lost your life, Elrond!" you yelled. "If that blade was aimed just a bit higher, you would've dropped dead! And it would've been because of me! Because I was incompetent enough, to let myself get trapped!"

"Please, do not think of yourself this way." his pained voice could be barely heard. Elrond's eyes widened in shock at what you were saying. He in no way had blamed you for his injury. "Any of us could've been in your situation. You fought well, you came to my aid when I needed it. Why do you put yourself down?"

"I just..." you sighed. "I can't lose you too, Elrond."

His grip on your hands became firmer. "Is this the reason for your withdrawal?"

You hesitated for a second, then nodded. Although it was difficult, there was a part of you that wanted him to be aware of your worries. No matter how hard you tried to turn it off, that self-indulgent part of you wanted to be comforted by him. "My feelings, they terrify me. It's as if acknowledging them would make my fears come true. After I lost... them, I didn't want to put myself through the pain of loving someone but on the battlefield I had realised that I had already broken that promise. You matter so much to me that I cannot even express it with words. I have fallen in love with you, Elrond. And it scared me."

Elrond took each of your words in carefully. He pondered on them for some time before giving you a nod. Elrond's gaze softened as his hand reached out to gently cup your face. "I understand your fear. Loss leaves deep scars upon our hearts. But shutting ourselves off from love only denies us the chance to heal. I, too, have felt the sting of loss, the ache of a heart once broken. Yet, here we stand, with an opportunity to experience something quite beautiful together."

His words shocked you. "You feel the same way?"

"Chin gelair chîn orthernir guren (Your radiant eyes conquered my heart)." Elrond smiled at you.

Finally, when he whispered those words, you felt the warmth of his presence spread throughout your body. Elrond welcomed your hug as you threw yourself into his arms. Although your worries have not vanished, it helped a lot to know that someone was by your side.

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Elrond x Reader- Always Been Yours

Summary: You and Elrond have been close for many years because of your positions on the council. When an army of orcs unexpectedly attacks Lindon while Elrond is away in the dwarven kingdom, you become near-fatally wounded in battle. Elrond rushes home to find you barely alive, calling the name of your lover in your sleep. Little does he know you are dreaming of him.

Word count: 4.9k words

Warnings: Battle violence, fluff <3

#1- Always Been Yours

Spring had finally arrived in Lindon, and the air was thrumming with the promise of life. A fresh, warm breeze gently swayed the trees of the forest like a rebellious eddy on the open sea, lifting your long sleeves and carrying your voice to the sky. It wasn’t often that you sang on the palace grounds; while you had a beautiful voice, you never prided yourself in it, but the day was far too beautiful not to let it fill your heart with joy through song. You could almost sense the flowers readying to break the surface of the soil and taste the dew that would settle on their leaves.

You knelt next to a tree by the river, caressing the dirt with your fingers. Your mother had always said that the forest should be greeted as your dearest friend, for it was your greatest protector. As you ran your hand through the crystalline water, you could imagine her voice intertwining with yours, just like how you two would sing together all those years ago. Being here amongst the trees and the earth made you feel closer to her, as if her spirit lived on in the forest.

“I didn’t know you sang,” a familiar voice from behind lurched you from your thoughts. You turned around, already feeling the tips of your ears heat in embarrassment, to face your longtime friend.

“Anyone with a voice to speak can just as well sing, can they not?” You brushed loose dirt from your dress as you stood up.

Elrond smiled, glancing politely toward the ground. “Many can speak, but not many can sing like you. Please- don't stop on my account.”

“I’m afraid that is a song for the wind and water, not for the ears of well-meaning friends,” you teased.

“Then it would be best I said nothing at all,” said Elrond.

“And leave me to go on with silent listeners nearby? I think not.”

You stepped out onto the main path, Elrond falling in step beside you. Even though you were reluctant to let him hear your voice, you felt comfortable in every other way around him. You couldn’t help the little spark of gladness that flickered in your chest whenever he was near.

“What are you doing out here in the forest?” you asked, glancing sidelong at him. The sun was casting amber hues through his hair, making him look like a crowned prince.

“Looking for you,” he folded his hands behind him. “The High King Gil-galad is sending me to Forodwaith to establish terms of trade with Durin and the dwarves of Khazad-Dum. He expects me to leave in the morning.”

“So soon? It feels as if you just returned from your last journey,” you said, trying and failing to keep the disappointment out of your voice. Seeming to hear it, he nodded regretfully.

“Apparently I was specifically requested by Durin. The High King fears he won’t negotiate terms with any elf other than I.”

“Ah, I see. The dwarf wants another excuse to see you.”

Elrond laughed good-naturedly. “I doubt that. I think I’m simply the one he wants to hit with his hammer the least.”

“You give yourself too little credit, Elrond. You have a spirit more kind and gentle than anyone I know. Even a dwarf can see that.”

He pinked in the cheeks. “And I think you give me too much credit, (Y/N). Besides, the kindest heart in Eriador certainly doesn’t belong to me. I’m afraid that title is taken by a particular elf-maiden with a lovely voice.”

A fluttering sensation enveloped your stomach, and you bit your lip to keep from smiling. “When do you think you’ll return?” you asked evenly.

“In a fortnight, perhaps. Though these trips always seem to take longer than initially planned. You know Disa’s hospitality.”

That you did. You considered the female dwarrow a dear friend. Your position as the general of the Sindarin army sometimes took you to distant lands across Middle-earth, and you had become acquainted with Disa in your travels long ago, before she had married Durin. Though you suspected you were in for a thorough scolding the next time you saw her, if Elrond’s account of Durin’s anger amounted to anything. Your kind were wont to lose track of the days, unlike the mortal races. It made you wonder how long it really had been since you’d seen Disa last.

“Give her the warmest tidings from me,” you said sincerely. “I miss her dearly. How I wish I could accompany you.”

“I wish much the same,” said Elrond bashfully, not meeting your eyes. “The road travel can be quite lonely and tedious at times.”

“Here.” You bent and plucked a white-plumed daylily from a bush that was rooted in the stream, handing it to him. “Keep it with you. When you feel alone, you can pull it out and think of me.”

He handled the flower reverently, as if you had bestowed upon him a precious jewel. He looked up at you, the sweetest, humblest smile gracing his features. “I most certainly shall.”

The two of you talked far into midday, wandering the forest and ignoring the existence of your duties. Your heart began to ache the more time you spent with him, however, knowing that he was bound to disappear once more, and all too soon you bid him goodbye. There were several things concerning the Sindarin warriors to discuss with the king, and Gil-galad was not one to be kept waiting.

You slept fitfully that night, Elrond’s face flashing in your mind every time you closed your eyes. You rose before the sun the next morning and raced as elegantly as possible to the road past the waterfall where Elrond was set to depart. Only the guards were awake, nodding respectfully to you as you passed. All of Lindon dutifully recognized your position as a war general even when you weren’t in your armor.

As periwinkle streaks of dawn bled across the sky, you nearly began to worry that you had missed him, but your worries ameliorated when you caught sight of his robes by the front gates. Elrond was loading his supplies onto his horse, his face turned away from you. Silently, you approached him from behind, hoping you didn’t appear as if you’d rushed out to meet him in a frenzy.

“Attempting to leave without saying goodbye, are we?” you said into the still morning air. Elrond looked up, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he tied one last knot around his knapsack. “I only wished for you to have as much rest as possible. It is early to be awake even for I.”

“So you may say.” One side of your mouth quirked up. “Is everything prepared?”

“Yes. All I need is to collect my will to mount this horse and leave Lindon behind.” His voice caught as he said Lindon, as if he were about to say you.

Your heart was buzzing inside your chest as if you were a restless bumblebee being separated from your flower. “Do not forget,” you reminded him softly, spotting the daylily tucked into his robe. You reached over and tenderly pressed the petals against his chest. “This flower means I am with you. You will be in my thoughts, Elrond.”

He held your gaze, his eyes filled with some deep emotion you couldn’t express. Gently, he grasped your hand and grazed your fingers with the barest of kisses. Physical affection was rare among your kind, particularly in public, though you sensed the only bystanders observing your interaction were the dandelions beneath your feet and the forest critters slipping between the trees.

“And you will be in my heart, (Y/N),” promised Elrond. He was the embodiment of a dulcet predawn dream, the kind you wanted to get lost in forever, to never wake up from. Yet you knew both his duties and yours were to the kingdom before they answered your own desires.

You gave his fingers a slight squeeze. “You will give Durin and Disa my best, will you not?”

He smiled. “I shall.”

“Do be safe. You have duties and friends to come back to, you know.”

“I will do my best,” he bowed. “I am sure my heart will ache with every step I take away from you.”

You parted, feeling as if you were forcing yourself awake from a pleasant dream, and watched as he mounted his horse and trotted away from the front gates. At the end of the path, he halted and turned to face you one last time.

“Goodbye, (Y/N),” he called.

“Goodbye, Elrond,” you returned, and didn’t allow yourself to blink until he had passed over the hill into the far reaches of the forest, where the trees seemed to lean down and caress him with their branches as if he were not simply an elf, but a king venturing into a distant land, riding away with your stolen heart.

*****

A harsh, screeching noise tore you from your sleep. With a jolt of panic, you bolted upright in bed, trying to collect your bearings. Liquid moonlight spilled through your leaf-paned window and leaked over the floor. You judged that it was a little over two hours past midnight. The horrible, dissonant noise seemed to come from all around you. You picked out the sound of Lindon’s warning bell from among the chaos, coupled with pained screams and the sound of something shattering.

In a heartbeat, you leaped out of bed and grabbed your silver-plated longsword by the door. You burst out of your room and flew down the stairs towards the commotion. The clanging noises intensified as you ran to the royal courtyard. You deduced the source before you saw them- orcs.

Dozens of the grisly fiends were pouring over the gates, brandishing crude, makeshift weapons and baring their black teeth. Several other elves had already arrived on the scene, defending against the attackers with deadly grace. Swords flashed and arrows flew under the silvery light of the moon, and blood the color of the night sky painted the ground before your eyes.

You seamlessly entered the battle, lopping the heads off one orc after the other, not stopping to ponder how or why the orcs were leading this raid. Your senses clicked into the mode of war, as familiar to you as breathing. Within seconds, you had effortlessly picked out the opening points of the battleground that were most concentrated by the enemy, and called out regiment orders as more of your brethren rushed into the courtyard. The few elves donning soldier’s gear hastened to obey your command.

You drove your sword into the gut of a nearby orc and sliced another in half at the waist. The rest of your thoughts fell away with every kill as you allowed your sword to become a part of you, as dexterous and fluid as an extension of your arm. Any sleepiness you might have felt was replaced by an acute focus of your surroundings.

You worked your way towards the gates to quell the flush of orcs streaming into your territory. With a spin, you dropped three of the beasts at once, moving with all the poise and accuracy of an elven warrior. As you did, you spotted Galadriel at the far side of the courtyard.

You had to step over the bodies of your victims to make berth towards her in the rushing sea, as if you were caught in a dangerous dance between life and death. “Galadriel!” you yelled. “How did this happen?”

“Someone has left the anterior parapets unfortified,” she called back, ducking to avoid a swinging club. “These gates were open when I arrived!”

“How can that be? There are guards stationed here day and night!”

“I do not know. The Dark Lord must have found out about our affairs in Númenor. We are at half our strength. He senses weakness.”

“He won’t find any,” you gritted your teeth. You stabbed a nearby orc in the neck and spun to avoid the spray of black blood. If the Dark Lord thought catching you off your guard would give him the advantage, you were prepared to prove him wrong.

“There is something adrift about this attack. Something...foul. Within the kingdom.”

You raised an eyebrow, though it was doubtful Galadriel could see it in the dark. “You think there is a traitor?”

“Perhaps,” she said. “Or an intruder yet to be detected.”

This troubled you. You were the head of the Sindarin army. It was your job to keep the kingdom safe. If there was a spy under your nose, you would be the first to know about it. Yet with half the army stationed in the Southlands aiding the Númenorians, an attack could come from any side.

Irrationally, you found yourself becoming steeped in worry for Elrond. It had been days since his departure, and if this orc army had advanced in from the south, it was likely Elrond may have crossed paths with them. While he was more than a capable warrior, standing alone against an entire army wouldn’t be easy even for you. You hoped he had already made it to Khazad-Dum...

Suddenly you cried out in alarm. While you were worrying about Elrond, an orc had approached on your left flank and slashed you across the shoulder.

Focus, you reprimanded yourself. Do not forget the battle in front of you.

You dispatched the orc quickly and kicked the dismembered helmet away. Then Galadriel screamed. You whirled around to come face-to-face with the largest orc you had ever seen.

It was almost twice your size, and armed with a cruel-looking blade. Its armor was detached in places, as if it had outgrown its battle garments too fast for them to be replaced. Galadriel had taken a swipe at the exposed part of its hide, but her sword had lodged in its armor on an angle. In a blink, the orc slammed both its fists into her arm, emitting a sickening crack.

Her sword dropped to the dirt. You rushed to her side, ferociously stabbing your sword through its calf. The orc roared in pain and slashed at you with its blade. You deflected and thrust upward at its chest, but its height momentarily gave it leverage. It swung again and you narrowly dodged what could have been a fatal slice to the throat.

“Archers, to me!” you yelled over the din of battle. Two elves equipped with bows and arrows raced toward you, taking aim. “On my count!”

You pressed forward, trying to prompt the orc to step into the open. Galadriel took position on your right, one of her arms hanging limply at her side. Together you attacked as fiercely as you could. You needed to wound it somehow and step out of range for your archers to have a clear shot. Any head shots would be futile against its obsidian helmet.

You moved to the left, trying to keep it distracted, but the orc was swiping at you with its sword in one hand and swatting at Galadriel with the other. You ordered the archers to fire, but most of the arrows struck harmlessly over the thick armor. The ones that buried in its skin didn’t seem to slow it down at all.

With a growl, the orc hobbled forward and shoved Galadriel to the ground. She cried out as she landed on her broken arm. Without hesitation, you lunged to put yourself between her and your attacker. It raised its blade above its head.

“Fire!” you screamed at the archers, but it was too late. Time seemed to slow down. Arrows flew. Your sword glinted in the light of the moon, sending the world up in a flash of white, and you swung.

There was a thump and you looked to see the orc’s meaty arm lying in the grass, separated from its body. Its crooked fingers were no longer clasped around its blade. You blinked and gasped, suddenly hit with a wave of pain, and looked down to see that the blade was buried in your stomach.

One of the archer’s arrows struck clean through the orc’s bare neck, and it was dead before it hit the ground. The sound of it rattled your brain. You felt blood gushing from your torso and trickling down the front of your white nightgown. Your hands grasped the hilt of the orcish blade, but you didn’t have the strength to dislodge it. Your knees gave out and you crumpled.

Galadriel was frantically calling out your name, but her voice soon melded into the sounds of swords clashing and orcs roaring in the battlefield around you. Your vision went blurry, your lungs desperately searching for air; you were drowning, and all you could see was red before the night itself bled over the trees, overtaking your body completely.

*****

Elrond rode on a steed of wind and rain. The sky over the next range of hills was darkening so quickly it was as if clouds of ink had been spilled from the heavens, leaking down to the earth in the form of icy droplets that stung his eyes and soaked through his cloak. His heart was pounding in tune with the beat of his horse’s hooves on the soil. Desperately, he pressed one hand against his heart, where (Y/N) had tucked the daylily. He had taken it out each morning of his journey and run his fingers over its soft petals, knowing that with every step he was farther away from her, but feeling her presence in his mind at the very thought of her face.

He pictured her now and fervently prayed that she was unharmed. Elrond had only been in the dwarven kingdom two days when Durin informed him of the attack on Lindon. The report hadn’t come with many details, only word of casualties among the elves. Elrond was trying to ignore the fact that (Y/N) would have been on the front lines, leading the defense.

He urged his horse faster. Lindon’s sunset-orange elm trees came into view. He sped into the kingdom, past the gates, and into the royal courtyard. The midnight battle occurred over a day ago, but Elrond could still see the bloodstains painting the ground, a canvas saturated with too much color. He averted his eyes as he dismounted his horse and rushed into the palace.

Lindon’s exquisite halls, which usually shimmered with magic and light, were opaque and desolate, echoing the sound of thunder and rain pattering against marble. No one was about roaming the palace grounds. It almost seemed that the kingdom was deserted.

He spotted Gil-galad as he turned the corner, standing in the hall outside the infirmary. The High King, usually so serious and serene, was gazing in concern at the inside of the room.

“My King,” Elrond said as he approached. “I came as soon as I heard of the attack.”

Gil-galad nodded solemnly. “The Dark Lord sees too much. I’m afraid if he were to advance again, with double the forces, we may not be able to hold our position for long.”

“Our army. Is it...?”

“Intact? Yes. Yet not entirely stable. All we can do is wait and recover.”

“And the wounded?”

The King looked at Elrond and in his eyes was utter sorrow. “Perhaps you should go in.”

Elrond bowed, feeling as though his thoughts were laid bare. With his heart in his throat, he steeled his emotions and stepped into the infirmary.

It was a wide, circular room, the far side bordered by an arched veranda that opened out onto a terrace with a view of the waterfalls. Curtains of leaves were draped over the arches to keep out the rain, cloaking the room in dim light. Cots layered with forest-green silk were placed evenly about the space. Nearly every one was occupied by a wounded elf. A handful of healers moved about the room, pressing cold cloths to foreheads and spoon-feeding herbal concoctions. A scatter of lit candles cast the place in a sleepy red hue like blood washing away in a river.

Elrond walked among the wounded. Most of them were familiar faces. Some had sheets pulled over their heads. Others were so scarred and bloodied or covered in salve that he couldn’t recognize them. But there was one elf he was searching for in particular.

He found her on a cot by the far wall. Her face was so gray that she looked on the verge of melting into a puddle of raindrops. Heavy gauze was wrapped around her navel up to her sternum. Her hands rested peacefully at her sides.

Elrond’s heart broke at the very sight of her. (Y/N) looked so drained, so lifeless- the stark opposite of the lively elf maiden he knew.

He lowered into the chair at her side and took her hand in his. Her fingers were like ice. Fighting the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes, he whispered, “I’m here, hiril vuin. It’s me.”

She didn’t stir. Elrond could almost imagine that she was a statue made of marble, carved by a delicate hand, framed in stormy light. Her breathing was so shallow it was hard to believe she was alive at all.

Elrond didn’t know how long he sat there, staring at her unmoving form. He murmured sweet nothings under his breath as he stroked her palm, as if his whispers would coax her from her sleep.

A healer came by at some point to check up on (Y/N), but there wasn’t much to do besides dab her forehead with a cloth and make her as comfortable as possible. The healer hummed an old elven healing song over her before moving on.

“Come back to me,” Elrond whispered as soon as the healer was out of earshot. “You are the light in my life, (Y/N). I cannot walk the darkness alone.”

He reached into his cloak and brought out the daylily. The tips of its petals were wilting, as if responding to the condition of its giver. He leaned over and tucked the flower into (Y/N)’s hair. “There was never a moment you escaped my thoughts,” he said. “You, nin lilui, my daylily, are my dearest friend. Yet you are also so much more.” A tear traced its way down his cheek and dripped onto her fingers. Elrond caressed her cheek, his voice breaking. “You are so much more to me.”

He stayed by her side as the night passed. Soon enough rogue streaks of dawn shone through the curtains. Weariness and heartache weighed him down, but he couldn’t sleep while she was like this. Her eyes moved rapidly beneath her eyelids like she was trapped in a dream and couldn’t find the way out.

Elrond pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “Dawn is here, nin lilui. Do not let the darkness claim you.”

(Y/N) made a sound in the back of her throat. Her brow furrowed in pain. “Nin onlui mel...”

Elrond sat up straight. He searched her face for signs of life. “(Y/N)?”

She mumbled unintelligibly in Elvish. Elrond’s heart raced. “It’s me,” he said. “It’s Elrond. I’m here.”

“Nin onlui mel,” she muttered. “Mi van me, nin mel...”

Where are you, my love?

Emotions clouded Elrond’s mind in a swift blur. She was on the verge of consciousness. She was going to be okay. His daylily hadn’t left him. And yet a bitter taste filled his mouth.

She was calling out for her true love. And it wasn’t him.

*****

You ran through an endless forest. Black trees like twisting claws kept bursting from the dirt, redirecting your path. The hungry screams of your enemies echoed from all sides, and you spun in confusion and fear, unsure where to run. You had no weapon. Your nightgown was drenched in blood. Your heart beat frantically in your chest like you were a wild, hunted animal.

You followed the line of trees, but shadows formed illusions in the darkness. The trees seemed to grasp at you, pulling your hair, tearing your clothes. Everything looked the same. There was no way out.

The screams sounded closer now. You turned and ran, but the ground was wet and you slipped. When you got to your knees, you realized you had fallen in a pool of your own blood.

Your vision was hazy, but you could see vicious shapes snarling and snapping out of the corner of your eye. You felt so weak, so tired. Looking up at the gray sky, you were ready to give up hope.

“Elrond,” you sobbed. You yearned for him with an aching you couldn’t express. The thought of him was like sunlight in this dark place. Your Elrond- kind as summer, gentle as a breeze. “Where are you?”

Your enemies howled, and the world was then no more.

*****

You didn’t remember opening your eyes.

At first, you weren’t sure what was a dream and what was reality. The shadows seemed to linger around your body, their wispy hands trailing against your skin. Your head felt like it had been stuffed with cotton. The gray sky had disappeared, and the light of day was pouring into the room from somewhere.

You blinked, feeling like your eyelids were made of iron. Your entire body ached. An incisive pain ripped through your stomach as you woke, bringing your surroundings into focus. You laid on a cot in the infirmary. Sitting to your left was an elf with tousled brown hair.

“Elrond?” you groaned. It was as if your throat had been charred with firewood.

"(Y/N),” he sat forward, holding your hand. In his eyes were a million emotions. “It’s okay. I’m here.”

The sight of him was going to make you cry. “Oh, Elrond.”

He quickly poured you a glass of water and held it to your lips. “Drink this.”

You obliged, though just the movement of your neck set your torso on fire. You had been wounded in battle countless times, though never as bad as this.

“You came back for me,” you said. Your voice sounded scratchy to your own ears.

Elrond looked on the verge of tears. He smiled at you, and despite your pain, giddiness fizzed in your veins. “No sooner had I been in Khazad-Dum two days when Durin gave me word of the attack. I set off again that same hour. I came as fast as I could.” He looked down. “(Y/N), I am so sorry.”

“Elrond,” you reached out and cupped his face. “I am a soldier. Battles happen. Warriors fall. Nothing is your fault.”

He closed his fingers around yours. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. His eyes were drawn and his hair was a tangled mess. You had the urge to run your fingers through it.

“(Y/N),” he said carefully, “What were you dreaming of?”

You closed your eyes again, remembering the figures in the darkness, the gnarled trees moving you about the forest like a ghost, the way you were drenched in blood.

“I thought I was dead,” you responded weakly. “There was darkness, and I was lost- there was so much blood...”

“You were calling out for someone in your sleep,” he said softly.

“I was? W-who?”

You saw the answer in his eyes before he spoke. “’Nin onlui mel.’”

Silence like an ocean stretched between you two. You turned to face the terrace, where the curtains had been pulled back to provide you with a view of the waterfall. “My true love,” you translated, unable to look at him.

He let go of your hand, placing it at your side. He didn’t speak for a long time. The silence was devastating.

Eventually you couldn’t take it anymore. “Elrond-”

“(Y/N)-”

You turned to face him again. He didn’t meet your eyes.

“It would be a lie to say some part of my heart does not ache,” he said. “Yet the desire of my heart is for you to be happy. I will not get in the way of your devotion to another.”

You tried to sit up, but a wave of nausea forced you back down. “Elrond, I don’t understand.”

“I am sorry if I have been a bother. It was foolish of me to think...to think with such selfishness.”

“What are you saying?”

He glanced at you. “Whoever he is, as much as I wish not to be, I am, shamefully, envious. I only hope that you can forgive me.”

“No.” You shook your head. “No, Elrond, you don’t understand. There isn’t someone else.” You took a deep breath, gathering your courage. “Nin onlui mel. It’s you. It’s always been you.”

His expression matched himself on the day you’d given him the daylily- as if your small kindness was as valuable to him as sparkling treasure. “Me?”

You nodded. “I cannot help it. You are the water to my soil; you have made spring bloom once more in my heart where I thought it not possible. You give me hope. My soul longs for you, nin mel. I love you as I love life.”

Tears fell from his eyes. He was beautiful. He brushed a stray curl from your face and murmured, “And to truly live is to love. Will you allow me to love you with all of myself?”

“My love,” you whispered, “I cannot live any other way.”

His lips were soft as he kissed your temple. He leaned his forehead against yours, and in that moment, you had the world.

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thranduilsperkybutt · 9 months

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Imagine Thranduil and Elrond fighting over you for your hand in marriage.

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Men had gone to war over less than this as history has written, but these were not men. They were not of your people; you didn’t know whether to be grateful of it or not.

Elves tended to think themselves above the baser instincts of man, but as Elrond led you into your second dance of the night, Thranduil wondered if it was true. A war seemed simpler than all of this, these feelings that had bewitched him since shortly after he had met you. It was the only explanation--- some involvement of sorcery--- though he knew it wasn’t true.

It was your nature that had drawn him in, and Thranduil was not the only one affected by you. The evidence of Elrond’s affliction had become clearer to him with each passing day.

Yes, Thranduil thought as he finished off another goblet of wine while watching you dance with his rival for your affections, it would be much simpler were elves to make war as easily as men do.

If you were a simple prize to be won with war, he has no doubt he would be tempted to wage it. Instead, the Elvenking was confounded with thoughts of how to earn the smile you give him when you part from Elrond at the end of your dance.

Setting his goblet aside, he settles on claiming your next dance.

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 1 year

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The Ménage à trois series

First one-shot - Pleasurable torment

Pairing: Thranduil x Elrond x Fem. Reader

Themes: Smut | Soft | Aftercare | Established Poly relationship

Word count: 2k words

Rating: 🔥🔥🔥

Minors DNI | 18+

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"Come, come, my petal, surely you can take all of me into you."

Thranduil smirked as he lay there, all cocky and arrogant. He smirked even more when you had to grab onto his arms while lowering yourself onto him.

"But she listens so well," Elrond purred while he watched. "Does she not?"

"Indeed," Thranduil looked on wolfishly when you mewled. "Aww," he tsked. "Do you need my help, petal?"

As much as it embarrassed you to do so, you had to admit you needed help. Both Thranduil and Elrond had more size than many, and if you were honest with yourself, you liked it when either one of them, or both of them, took control of your body. "Y-yes," you whined pitifully. "P-please, my lord."

Thranduil growled and narrowed his eyes. He was going to enjoy this immensely. "Distract her," he muttered as he sat up and grabbed onto your hips.

Elrond grinned wickedly as he moved to you, kneeling beside you, cupping your chin, and making you face him. His lips grazed the corners of your mouth, his tongue flicking and probing before moving to your lips, forcing them apart. When you hummed and sighed into his mouth, Elrond groaned and deepened his kiss, to try and distract you from what Thranduil was about to do to you.

And how you felt it—his thick cock pressing deep into your throbbing cunt, his rich and deep moans spilling out while his fingers gripped tightly against your waist. Elrond's kisses muffled your whines, your little whimpers, his free hand snaking down to play with your clit. That jolted you even more, and the fire in your belly grew when his tongue danced against yours.

Thranduil kept still, letting you adjust to his size. You squirmed when Elrond kept playing with your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You moved, rocking your hips slowly, and then Thranduil grabbed onto them. "Stop," he hissed, digging his fingers into your flesh until you complied. "Do not move, my little petal. Just sit still and keep me warm."

You would have whined had Elrond not opened his mouth over yours again. Thranduil rested against his pillows, content to watch while Elrond had his way with you.

And how he had his way with you, letting go of your chin so he could hook an arm around your waist, holding you tight as he played with your clit, forcefully this time, his mouth muffling even more of your whimpers. "So obedient," he pulled away to croon. "So pliant. I wonder how pliant you could be." Before you could even think of replying, Elrond sought your lips again, moaning ever so deeply when you sighed and melted against him.

Thranduil ran his hands up your torso, making them glide over the warm flesh before reaching up to cup your breasts. You shivered when skilled fingers played with your buds, moaning into Elrond's mouth when little jolts of pain mixed with pleasure flashed through your body. Please, you wanted to say. Please finish me.

Only the words never came. So overcome were you by the pleasures that kept washing over you that you seemed to have lost all control of your tongue. You could feel your walls fluttering again, pulsing around Thranduil's cock. You prayed that they would allow you to orgasm this time, and satisfy your release-starved body. Elrond had other ideas, and as soon as he heard your breath reducing to shallow pants, as soon as he felt your body stiffen, he pulled away, joining Thranduil on his side of the bed.

You panted, your hands splaying against Thranduil's torso as you fought to steady yourself. Your walls still throbbed around his cock, pulling him in deeper and you felt like sobbing a little. The king moaned when he felt it, his own urges finally overcoming him. He could wait no longer. "Ride me, little petal," he ordered, his hands landing firmly on your waist. "Ride your king."

But, before you could start, he had one final order for you. "But you are not to come, yes?" He cooed as you lifted your head and nodded. "Not until we allow you to."

"Yes, my l-lord," you whimpered, bracing yourself as Thranduil let his head fall back into the pillows, his mouth parted in a silent moan.

The pain and pleasure you felt every time his length sank deep into your hole and struck all the right places brought tears to your eyes. Thranduil's hands tightened their grip on your waist, holding onto you, guiding you, and bringing you down harder as his own hips started to slap against the insides of your thighs. You could only throw your head back as you bounced on his cock, your babbles growing more incoherent as they mixed with your moans and pleas.

"Pathetic, little petal," Elrond watched while he pumped his length. He kept his rhythm on a slow, even keel, eager to finish in that pretty little mouth of yours. "Mere moments have passed and already you're begging for his seed. Or is it rather that you want your release?" Elrond tutted and whimpered, his greedy eyes lighting up at the sight of your heaving breasts. "Is that it?"

More tears pooled around your eyes as the sensations you felt grew all too intense. "B-both m-my l-lord," you managed a stuttered answer. "B-both. P-please."

Thranduil forced open his eyes, groaning with delight when he saw your tears. He reared up and forced himself into a seated position, his feet tucked neatly under his calves. "You know you cannot have both at the same time, yes?" He ran his lips over the corners of your eyes, gently lapping at your tears of frustration. Thranduil released his hands and hooked both arms around your waist instead, moaning into your hair when your arms twined around his neck. "You will have to be patient, my pathetic little petal."

You couldn't speak, could barely breathe. Thranduil held you tighter, his cock ramming into you and making you see stars. " 's t-too m-much m-lord," you whined into his shoulder. "It's a-all t-too m-much."

Thranduil merely chuckled when he heard your soft mewls. "Come come, my petal," he cooed into your ear. "Pick up your pace. Let my cock empty itself in that sweet little cunt of yours."

You pulled your head back, your breath getting knocked out of your lungs when Thranduil crushed your lips with his, his tongue licking past your bruised and puffy lips.

His thrusts grew too intense. His embraces grew too intense. His kisses left you senseless, blind to everything but what he was doing to you. You felt it, his body trembling, his breath growing shallow and ragged with each passing second. You used every ounce of willpower you had not to come all over him right then and there. Elrond continued to pump his cock and watch, his mind growing hazy with thoughts of kissing his way all over your breasts.

And Thranduil didn't last for much longer. Mere moments later, he buried himself to the hilt, balls deep, making you cry out as pleasure mixed with little jolts of pain. He groaned long and deep and throaty as his cock spasmed, spilling its contents inside your throbbing walls. He held onto you while his chest heaved and the last of his seed was spent inside of you.

Only it wasn't over. Not yet. Elrond needed to be satiated, as well as you. Thranduil gently laid you down, saying, "Finish him off, petal," He huffed as he struggled for breath. "I will take care of you while you do so."

Elrond took your hand. "Come my petal," he cooed. "And wrap that pretty mouth of yours along my cock."

You made your way over to Elrond, wrapping a hand around his cock when you reached him. You settled into a rhythm that he liked, your hand tightening and releasing, your spine tingling with his moans, and then, when his muscles tightened, you took him into the warmth of your mouth, taking him as far as you could manage, your tongue licking its way against the underside of his cock.

Elrond's breath grew shallow and laboured as you started to bob your head up and down, your cheeks hallowing, and your moans were muffled when he grabbed onto your hair. He wrapped his hands around your locks, holding them out of the way for you. The warmth of your mouth was so sinful, your tongue so luscious as it flicked against his tip before warming the underside of his length, well, it nearly made him cum inside your mouth right then and there. Thranduil sneaked a hand under your belly, to play with your soaked clit, moaning when his fingers grew slick with both your essence and his.

Your body trembled and trembled when a finger slipped into your hole, piercing you and pumping you. Elrond started to gently thrust his hips while your mouth worked his cock, your moans growing as deep as his when he grabbed onto your hair, gently pushing your face down and making you take him even deeper into you. Thranduil inserted a second finger, curling them and stretching your walls, groaning in satisfaction when he felt your walls clench around them. He kept pumping you, inserting a third finger, hitting that sweet spot of yours, and making you draw in a sharp breath while you worked on Elrond's cock. His breath grew shaky, and he moaned deeply, his cock throbbing against your tongue. He pumped your sweet mouth, thrilling when you somehow managed to make your way down to the base of his cock. When you got that first taste of him, you took him as deeply as you could, not stopping until he moaned your name and you felt his warmth spray over your eager tongue. You swallowed all that he gave you, relishing his deep moans and pants. You pulled away, licking your lips, only to find yourself being pulled onto your back.

Thranduil kept his eyes on you, whispering sweet nothings while his fingers kept slipping into your slick heat. Your eyes crunched shut when Elrond placed his greedy mouth over a breast, fondling the other with his hand while he licked and laved, gently nipping at that soft bud and tugging it between his teeth. It felt so good, to submit to your lovers like this, letting them have their way with your body, take their pleasure from you. And they were so, so good to you in every aspect, never making you want for anything in any way.

"That's it, petal," Thranduil murmured when he felt your walls tighten. "Come for us. You know you want to."

You felt like you were pulled under as the world seemed to stop spinning, as your body felt like it had snapped like a coil while your orgasm ripped through you. You nearly sobbed as your body was finally sated, and you heard deep groans from both ellon when you poured onto Thranduil's hand.

The world went quiet while you struggled to steady your breath. After what seemed like an age, you felt yourself being carried, probably by Thranduil. From the subtle scents, you were almost certain you were being lowered into the bath.

The warm, fragrant water was soothing, as was the sponge that glided over your shoulders. "You did so well, my love," Thranduil crooned as he rubbed your aching shoulders.

"We're both so proud of you," murmured Elrond, seating himself on the other side of the tub and picking up your feet, so he could rub them. You managed a sleepy smile but your eyes started to droop, and one of them urged you to rest, saying that they would take care of everything. You don't even feel the rest, of being lifted, of a soft towel gliding over your skin. You didn't feel the soft nightgown being put over you, the brush that whooshed gently through your hair, or the strong arms that carried you to bed. Your eyes fluttered open when Elrond ran a thumb over your cheek. Thranduil held you as he always did, his chest to your back, one leg between yours and an arm slung over your waist. You closed your eyes again, thoroughly loved and content.

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regamoth · 1 year

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Can I make a hobbit request? Could you do Thorin, Bilbo and Elrond (maybe Beorn if you can write him?) with an S/O who talks in their sleep? Maybe they say something funny or something. Idk its up to you :) Tysm! Have a good day ❤️

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⋆ This is only Headcanon.

⋆ Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x gn!reader, Bilbo Baggins x gn!reader, Elrond x gn!reader, Beorn x gn!reader.

⋆ TW: None I think, it's just fluff.

⋆ Note: fun fact about me: when I was a kid I had a massive crush on Legolas, but growing up I found myself being more of a Thorin person. Idk he's just so special.

Thorin: I think he would secretly love it and find it really cute and funny. But the grumpy dwarf he is will just tell his s/o that he had trouble sleeping because of that (even if he notes what they're saying every night). He might tell them it's cute sometimes if he's feeling soft.

Bilbo: The "Before journey Bilbo" would need his good night's sleep to be up and ready to... do nothing, just be a cute lil hobbit. But anyway he'd be quite annoyed at first. But I think he'd realize that his s/o talking in their sleep just comes with the package of loving them, so he'd become softer and just let you be.

The "After journey Bilbo" would not care AT ALL. I mean, he slept for over a year next to thirteen tractor-like snoring dwarves. So a s/o that just talks in their sleep is one of the cutest things he's ever seen. He'd be so cute and understanding about it, even sometimes telling you what you said if you're okay with it.

Elrond: Even if Elrond seems to be someone who's quite serious and uneasy to amuse, he'd find it really funny to listen to his partner talking while they're sleeping. I think he'd tell them as soon as they wake up (in a sassy voice ofc), along with the exact words that they said. If it makes them uncomfortable he'd reassure them and tell them it's okay, that he thinks it's cute.

Beorn: This man is literally a giant teddy bear, and even if he may seem serious and impressive, he's really soft. I think he would not care at all like- I'm not even sure he'd tell them. I feel like he's a heavy sleeper so I think he might take a lot of time to realize that his s/o actually talks in their sleep. And honestly, he might talk in his sleep too lol.

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wordbunch · 11 months

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strong, brave, lovely (Elrond x Reader)

a/n: @micheleamidalajedi requested Elrond x reader with the prompt kissing scars; I’ve made it short but hopefully sweet enough for all your fluff needs 😊 let me know how you liked it, and comments and reblogs are always VERY welcome 💖💖💖

Although summer was fast approaching and the days were quickly getting warmer, you still opted for clothes, capes and gowns that covered as much of your skin as possible. More than once you felt curious looks on yourself, which didn’t bother you too much. However, you knew that Elrond, perceptive as always, was going to notice very soon that you weren’t dressing for the increasingly sizzling heat. He himself was unsure of how to bring up that conversation, or whether he should do it at all - he didn’t want to possibly hurt you or poke at an insecurity, but he also didn’t want you suffering a heat stroke or anything of the like. So, your lover decided to confront you worriedly in the privacy of your chambers as the day was coming to an end and both of you wanted to unwind together a little bit. Keen grayish-blue eyes followed you unwaveringly as you went to change from your formal clothes to something more comfortable, but he decided to interrupt your plans and tacitly sneak behind you while you were still half dressed, drawing a gasp from you as your skin brushed against his clothes.

“Meleth nin,” he muttered into your hair, “are you certain you will need all those layers? The night is warm.”

“I think I will be more comfortable that way,” you gulped, not having expected his little interrogation out of the blue. “I would not want to fall ill overnight, if it gets colder.”

“You know very well I have no trouble providing you with some additional warmth,” Elrond chuckled, his comforting arms still wrapped around your frame securely. He felt you tense up only slightly.

“I-, yes, I know that,” you let out an unexpectedly nervous little laugh, “I just think that-”

“Forgive my interruption, my darling, but I have a feeling that something might be troubling you,” he cut in, as kindly as he could. His fingertips brushed along your jaw and tenderly tilted up your face so that he could look into your eyes more directly. “Just remember that there is nothing that you cannot share with me; I am here to listen.”

Under his watchful loving gaze you couldn’t help but crack a little bit; and it seemed pointless to try and hide your insecurities from him - he would eventually notice everything. So, you caved in, and let the words spill: about your scars, how you felt, how you wanted to conceal them as much as possible, about how they made you feel less beautiful than other elves in your environment. All the way through, Elrond listened with a sad, sympathetic face, and when your voice quivered he took your hands in his. When he thought you were finished with your hesitant confession, he effortlessly picked you up in his arms and carried you, still not completely dressed, to the large bed. You looked up at him with wide eyes, questions pooling in them.

“I know it will take an eternity for me to convince you with words that you are absolutely gorgeous exactly like this,” he smiled sadly at you, “so it seems best to take another approach.”

Within a second his soft lips had made contact with your skin, in the places you were most insecure about. You wanted to protest for a moment, but his loving affection felt so reassuring that you couldn’t bring yourself to react in any other way but to enjoy the sensation. His lips ghosted over any and every scar he could reach as a barrage of chills traveled up your body.

“Elrond…” you uttered in a hoarse whisper. “You needn’t…”

“Yes, I do,” he replied, pausing the flurry of kisses. “You are so beautiful and I need to make sure that you know how much.”

The intensity behind his eyes made something stir inside you.

“You are so strong, and so brave, and so lovely,” he trailed off, his fingers brushing over a scar on your thigh. “And I love you for that. And for a myriad of other reasons, my dearest.”

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lovefairymina · 17 days

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y/n, nervously: E-Elrond…

*Elrond looks up from the book in his hands*

y/n: i-I’m with child…y-yours.

*y/n then slams her eyes shut and looks away, half expecting him to be angry or leave her like e tone else has*

“My dear, why do you fear what is considered a blessing and good news?” he expressed, concerned as he discarded his book to rush towards you. At first, he hesitated as his hands hovered over your non-existent bump before gradually nearing and resting his palms against the spot. He could sense the vitality and it left him in awe. “My dear, I—I’m lost for words. I’m gladdened and overcome with joy! Be not sad for this is a moment to celebrate.”

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ofstardustanddreaming · 2 months

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well loved

preference summary: what they do to remind you you're loved.

content warnings: none

fandom: the lord of the rings

characters: frodo, sam, pippin, merry, boromir, faramir, aragorn, legolas, arwen, eowyn, eomer, galadriel, elrond (if other characters are wanted for future preferences, let me know!)

gender neutral reader

Frodo: He always checks in on you, always wanting to make sure you were doing okay. He's one of those who is more in tune with emotions, and wanting to check in on emotional wellbeing. He wants you to know you'll always have someone to lean on, and he shows you love through his active listening of your problems.

Sam: He's the type to do small tasks around the house for you, wanting to make sure you don't have to worry about anything. He sets up a routine that's nice and homey. He wouldn't have you lifting a finger if he could, wanting to make sure you can be relaxed. You would have to step in at some points, saying you'd want to split the work.

Pippin: He makes you very well included on any inside jokes, wanting to you to know what it's like. He showed his love through humorous jokes, saying he always wanted to see your smile. His love may have been shown through jokes, but he made you feel truly seen, which was a wonderful way to be reminded you're loved by him.

Merry: He loves to give you parts of his food, wanting to make sure you were well fed. He feels wellbeing is tied to being well fed, so he wants to make sure you get a fair share. And I think that Merry himself likes to try cooking once in a while, and likes to give some cooking to you.

Boromir: He always carves out time in his schedule to spend quality time with you. He always loves to have meals together with you, wanting to make it romantic, with something as simple as bringing flowers for the vase in the middle. He shows his love through any amount of time spent with you, wanting to shower you with his compliments.

Faramir: He has subconscious movements to make sure you're okay and safe. Such as holding out a hand during hikes in an area that's heavily rooted, wanting to make sure of your safety to help you balance and find your way. He also loves to place a hand on your back in crowded areas. He always has a special look of love, reserved just for you.

Aragorn: He always likes to recite poetry or songs he comes across that reminds him of you. He always gives you the softest of looks during those moments, and these moments are usually done by the fires in your room. He usually has your back against him, as he whispers them into your ear.

Legolas: He finds a variety of plants that reminds him of you, always bringing them back for you to look at or put somewhere that you deem cool. It's gotten to the point where there's almost too many flowers in your living space, but you also don't have the heart to tell him to stop. It's really sweet to see the variety of flowers he hand picked for you.

Arwen: She loves to sneak kisses from you throughout the day. She's playful, so her showing her love is through playful ways. She loves to take you off guard of when she'll kiss you, and she always loves hearing your laugh afterwards. She loves to watch you get flustered, laughing as she rushes away.

Eowyn: She loves quality time to, wanting to spend time with you. Her favorite ways to showing you love is teaching you some of her favorite moves in training. She shows you what she has learned, and also wants to learn what you know. She wants to make sure the both of you are prepared for anything, and it's a nice way to spend time with each other.

Eomer: He loves to go horseback riding with you. It provides a time where the two of you can talk in peace, where he doesn't feel the pressure of the kingdom. He loves talking with you here, where the two of you don't feel watched. It's a sense of freedom to speak your minds, but the act of horseback riding allows you to go anywhere. He loves to explore with you that way.

Galadriel: She loves turning to you for advice. She may not always agree, but she loves to hear what you have to say. She finds that hearing a variety of perspectives helps her, and she feels that it helps her get closer to you. She always likes to hear what you have to say about some decisions in how she runs her kingdom.

Elrond: He likes to spoil you, simple as that. It doesn't even have to be buying you many things, although he loves doing that as well. It can be just as well showering you with praise, or giving you his full attention, even if it means ignoring his work for a little bit. He loves at his fullest, spoiling you with many things you love.

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geeks-universe · 2 years

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Hiiii I just want to say I love your writing!!

I was wondering if you could do Elrond X reader (soft/comfort) when he asks her to marry him? Or maybe their wedding?

If not that’s okay but Thank you so much☺️☺️

Did I just spend a bunch of time researching Elvish marriages? Bet your ass I did.

Rings of Power Elrond x Reader

When Elrond visited Durin, he had a habit of bringing you along.

At first, it was because he wanted his best friend to meet you. Since then, both Disa and Durin had insisted on you returning.

The insistence only grew worse when Elrond told Durin of his intention to marry you. He had never been more certain of anything in his life, yet he was also terrified. Confiding in Durin was the only way he could keep his sanity.

His friend, though, was having difficulty keeping it a secret from you.

Elrond shot him a glare over your bowed head, hoping he understood the message. The dwarf’s wide eyes, and a swift kick from Disa, told him he very much did.

“Elrond has told us you may be traveling west soon?” Disa prompted kindly, the smile on her face the picture of innocence. Had you not had the sharp instincts you did, you may not have even realized she’d physically admonished her husband.

For why, you couldn’t quite understand. Obviously, though, there was an unspoken conversation between the rest of the dinner occupants.

“Just a routine survey of the lands,” you supplied, taking a small sip of the Dwarvish wine. “I suspect nothing of consequence to come of it.”

Durin hummed thoughtfully, using his fork to push at the contents of his plate. He looked upset, but also unnerved. Curiously, you turned your gaze to Elrond, who was sat beside you.

The normal steadfast smile on his lips had been replaced with a grim expression, his stare on the table in front of him. Gently, and concealed from the wandering eyes of your favorite friends, you rested your hand on Elrond’s thigh.

He startled, the sharp intake of his breath breaking the silence that had permeated the air.

“Are you alright?” Durin asked, narrowing his eyes at his Elvish friend.

“Quite,” Elrond replied, voice an octave too high.

He not-so-subtly shot you a questioning gaze, full of intensity and heat. You replied by slipping your hand into his, and rested it back on his lap. Heat rushed to his cheeks, turning them a brilliant red. You resisted the urge to trace the path with your thumb, hardly remembering you had an audience.

At least, until Durin spoke once more.

“I thought elves didn’t blush?” He teased, laughter lacing his tone.

“Might I be excused for a moment,” Elrond responds breathily. “(Y/N) as well.”

Disa resisted the slightly inappropriate quip she wanted to respond with, instead gesturing towards the door, where they might find some extra privacy. Elrond practically dragged you with him, bringing you both to just outside the lovely home of Disa and Durin.

“I had hoped to do this in a slightly more private setting,” Elrond admitted, gazing deep in your eyes.

Your breath caught as you tried to make sense of what he was saying.

He had been your best friend for many, many years, and while you certainly felt an affection greater than friendship, you had never tried to push those boundaries save a few gentle touches.

“I wish to-”

He stopped short, dropping his head in his hands. You’d never seen him so distressed before.

“Elrond,” you whispered, placing your hand beneath his jaw, and forcing his gaze back to you.

He breathed in deeply, his eyes so full of emotion.

“You are my truest friend, and my most loyal companion. You can tell me anything.”

He opened his mouth to speak, yet no words came out.

His stare searched your face, and finally:

“You are a marvel,” he admitted. “I find myself drawn to your presence, to your light.”

He moved his hand slowly, pausing, but encouraged by the barest smile that overtook your features. Then, he traced his thumb down the apple of your cheek, and then your jaw.

“I will never feel so deeply for another, as I feel for you.”

His words were a whisper, barely audible above the distant cheeriness of the Dwarven kingdom. The world disappeared, swallowed whole by the moment you’ve waited lifetimes for.

“I wish to marry you, to spend an eternity loving you, as I have since the moment I first laid eyes upon you.”

Tears were in your eyes, had been for some time, and had begun to fall. The thumping of your heart had slowed. With Elrond, you felt comfortable. He was your home, and you could not find it in yourself to feel anything but love in his presence.

“Then let us marry,” you pressed forward, your forehead connecting to his. “For I have loved you just as long.”

He smiled, a smile so wide and bright you were sure it could be seen from the very edges of the world. Unable to contain his excitement, he had swept you off your feet and swung you around, laughing deep from his belly as he did so.

You giggled, settling down against him when he placed you back on your feet.

Unbeknownst to you and Elrond, though definitely suspected by the latter, Disa and Durin were watching.

“So sweet,” Disa commented, leaning back into Durin’s embrace as she did so.

He happily held her close, grinning proudly at his friend. The moment was perfect. At least, until Durin spoke.

“Maybe I should skip the wedding, call it even?”

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Love Me Tender

Elrond x Reader

You felt a cold breeze, the first sign of winter. It made a chill run down your spine.

You adored every season.

Spring for it's beauty, it was the symbol of the start of something new. Summer, for the warmth and many opportunities it brought.

Fall for the falling leaves and Winter for the snow.

Winter to you meant change, it was the beginning of something new.

And it was also winter when you met the love of your life, Elrond.

You were lost in the woods, no idea where you were heading after a terrible encounter with Orcs.

You were lost with Orcs hot in your tail. The forest was unforgiving, it was cold, no leaves to hide behind, all you could do was run.

Then you heard weapons clashing and suddenly, a young handsome elf stood in front of you.

"My name is Elrond," he introduced himself, so gentle and kind, it made you trust him immediately.

You remember how much you were shaking, from both the cold and the fear.

Yet, somehow he was able to calm you in a matter of seconds.

His eyes held such gentleness and kindness, only the freezing temperatures stayed.

Didn't take long for Elrond to start courting you.

Your admiration and friendship for Elrond soon turned into love.

And after exchanging promises, you became his wife.

His one and only.

The one he proudly showed off by his side. The one who opened his eyes to many things, the one he loved the most, you.

And most importantly, the one who gave him the gift of a beautiful daughter and two strong sons.

Elrond was older now, his spirit unbreakable, and his love for you burning with the same flame as many many many moons ago.

There, you stood, out on the balcony of Rivendell, looking at the night sky as slowly snow started to fall. The moon was bright in the night sky, illuminating you as if the moon wanted your husband to see where you were exactly.

"My Love, isn't it too cold for you be out here?" he asked as he approached you. Taking you fully in, now while he still saw the same woman he saved so many years ago, that frightened little thing he saved, he couldn't doubt that the woman in front of him was a lot more mature. A mother to his children, a Lady for his kin and a wife for him.

"It is cold, but I couldn't deny the moon. It is too pretty to simply ignore." you turned slightly and looked up at the moon again.

"While I do agree with you, I would rather you look at the moon from the warmth of our chambers."

You smiled and turning you nodded. Knowing there was no point in arguing with your husband. And you were rather cold, so you allowed him to take you inside.

In your chambers, the fire was cracking, the room felt so warm, it was your home. In this room, nothing else mattered but you and Elrond. No elf, or dwarf, no orc or men. Only you and your love for one another.

You moved to your side of the bed, while your husband did the same, waiting for you so he can hold you, you moved your head onto his chest as he moved his arm around you, holding you as you watched the fire crackle.

"Good night, My Love." he whispered.

"Good night, Elrond, I love you." you replied, and although you did hear him mumble something, sleep took over and you couldn't hear him fully.

But deep in your heart you knew exactly what he said, so you slept with a smile on your face.

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Extra Lessons

Elrond x reader

Kinktober 2022: Student/Teacher

A/N: Another interestingly written fic for all you Elrond simps.

Warnings: fembod, student-teacher dynamics, hints of multiple orgasms, soft dom! Elrond

Word Count: 2.6k

Synopsis: Elrond easily gives in to his favourite student when they request extra study time.

You felt like you couldn’t breathe, and all the air was knocked out of your chest from your current situation. Fighting to catch your breath, your hands attempted to push against the contenting force which refused to give a win. Your body had undergone multiple contortions of emotions and positions in the last hour, and you weren’t entirely sure if you could handle another round of twists and turns – the game was exhausting yet fascinating. Your adrenaline was pumping ferociously bringing your heart rate up another level and if any higher, you would pass out, but you were strong and relentless just like the unmovable force that kept pushing. For every push was an equal yet opposite reaction that brought unlimited satisfaction.

Another round of breathless encounters and your eyes couldn’t help but flutter at the receiving pain and pleasure at the same time. Your body was aching and begging for you to cry out to cease the onslaughter, but your determination to set things right and prove your point cried back to continue and never give up. How long were you at it, you’d like to think an hour but in reality, it was more. Hours your back had bowed off the table, contorting your body as it riddled in pleasure and ecstasy, hours your legs had trembled endlessly at the cramps from the confounding positions they rested, and hours your throat tired from crying and screaming for more because you wanted and desired it, you needed what he gave so freely.

His pleasure was the least of his concerns especially when he had the object of his greatest desire spread on like a meal on his table before him for the easiest taking. Every cry, every moan and groan, every squeal, every mewl and mostly, every call of his name sent him into overdrive. A session of only an hour extended to two, three, maybe four? Elrond knew he lost count the moment you asked him to give you further guidance practically and not theoretically until he was sure you understood. Question after question rolled from his tongue until they ceased and changed directions. They became cries of your name and whispers of how good you were being for him, how much of a good student you were for wanting to ace your studies and become wise like him.

Your dedication was a beautiful aspect about you he adored and as long as he could be the driving force behind its destination, Elrond would continue to assist in the endgame. If it meant he had to fuck you into oblivion so that you could keep your focus, he would do it again and again. He would teach you about being focused and abreast of your aspirations as he laid his body atop yours, naked chest against chest. He had no concern for others becoming aware of his intentions, it was only he who saw your potential and understood you best. Once he could whisper all the secrets to great success as his cock brushed your soft spot over and over again with precision, Elrond would never stop.

His hands would tenderly trace your body, mapping out your features and comparing them to the ethereal aspects of life. From the stars to the flowers to nature herself, you deserved to be worshipped like the Goddess you were laying beneath him. The cries of pleasure as tears streamed down your face were kissed away and compared to a waterfall in full bloom during spring. It’s sweet honeysuckle waters melting away the sufferings of life and bringing fought life. His kisses would trail lower until they captured your lips, nibbling and biting the gentlest petals Elrond had ever touched. Delicate care despite his hips telling another story, his lips would open yours to meet your tongue.

With a roll of his hips, it would successfully pry your mouth open to have a proper taste he was hooked on from the first kiss. You tasted like the strawberries of spring in the ripest stage. The richest flavours just poured down his throat and he eagerly swallowed, moaning into your mouth about the sweetness. The hands that gripped your thighs gave a firm squeeze in response to your taste before travelling upwards to cup your breast. Soon after, Elrond’s mouth left your lips to encase your overly sensitive bud, chuckling as you whined about it being too much and sending the vibration coursing through your body. A fresh flow of juices trickled onto his cock.

“My dear, I thought you wanted me to teach you? Too much is always a good thing.” His voice was muffled by your breast as he sucked into the fat of it, but your hearing was beyond your haze.

"S-Sir, fuck, please..." your voice trailed off into a loud moan when he rocked his hips forward and pierced your spongy soft spot. Your nails couldn't help but dig into his skin, leaving behind reddened moon crescents.

"It pays to have extra knowledge my dear....fuck, you s-should be grateful I'm giving it; I c-care deeply for my student after all," his caring and nurturing voice tickled your soul as he continued to speak into the fat of your breast. Whispering phrases about how he wanted you to be wise like him thus, it required him fucking you the way he did, all slipped past his lips. Never expected for your 'kind as summer' Lord to spout filth the way he did.

"T-Then you should fuck me h-harder please, oh," Elrond took your reply as a challenge to prove to his favourite student. If you wanted him to pleasure you harder, he was more than capable of doing such.

Switching to the other breast and repeating the same as the other, he hummed his response once again into your skin, "As you wish darling."

The mewl was your response while his mouth never ceased or gave up their actions. Tongue swirling and flicking the sensitive nub and more babblings tumbled past your lips to express your pleasure. The Lord of Imladris was never someone to disappoint when it came to pleasing others, far more than you expected him to deliver given his loyalty to his previous companion.

You would have never expected him to show such delightfulness when it came to indulging in frivolous affairs, and with his student. But you understood the matter as well, he was alone for years and filled with pent-up frustrations, any source of output he could find he would take it. You just never thought that it would be you of all people, the one person who his eyes fell on and watched with adoration from a distance for years and fearful of approaching.

But here you were having your senses being lost by the experienced hips of your Lord driving into your heat to get you to climax. Elrond was loving the sensation of your walls clamping down on his cock and he missed it. He missed being tangled up in the sheets for hours making love and hearing the cries of his name tumbling past the most beautiful lips in existence. He lost that moment to experience another beautiful encounter, but he was being given another chance, which was why he didn’t hesitate to act when you presented yourself as a gift. Your nectarine voice that called his name now cried out at the immense pleasure, ‘My Lord, My Lord, My Lord’, as if you weren’t aware of what it did to him.

The power you gave him made his cock ache with the urge to fill you up, but he refused, choosing to release on your lower abdomen because he wasn’t sure if you’d be pleased with his choice of location.

“My Lord, I’m close, I can feel it.” you cried.

“I know, and I want you to cum for me. Can you do that again, or must we stop our lesson?” he asked with delicate concern as if he wasn’t going to make you cum whether you were able to or not.

Leaning down to press his chest against yours, your abused nipples rubbed deliciously as his body rocked with every slap of his hips against your thighs. Wrapped around his waist and your heel pressing into his back, you pushed him into your body to keep him from moving. You had the pleasure of feeling his muscles rippling under your touch as your fingers danced along his back searching for the right spot to sink your nails into.

The way his hips pumped into yours made his cock drag deliriously through your walls and it was making your head spin. Your Lord was pushing you to lose every ounce of knowledge he implemented earlier with each glide of his cock through your walls. His experience was his greatest weapon and his ability to locate your soft spot right off the bat. From the beginning of the entire session, his cock continuously abused it and made you spiral into ecstasy.

“Uh huh, please I-I’m cumming, please sir – ah.” Your pleading was cut off at the mention of ‘sir’ which pleased Elrond and urged him to speed up the motion of his hips. The slapping grew alongside the lewd squelching of his length sliding in and out, wetting itself in your essence as your juices flowed endlessly. His eyes flashed to where you two were connected and groaned at the sight of your puffy lips sucking him in every time he attempted to escape – it was enticing.

He was growing hotter with each passing second his cock scraped along your walls. Your heat was growing exponentially alongside his and it scared him, he didn’t want to pull out, he wanted to remain buried and sink his cum deep within your womb and mark you as his. On natural instinct, he felt your heel sink deeper into his back and press him closer to you making his eyes widen at your actions and his hips stuttered.

“I want you to cum in me sir, please, I want you to fill me up.”

It was as if your words did something to Elrond because in no time, his hips faltered, and he felt himself tumbling into a spiral of flames. The core of the pit of flames burned him and as he cascaded into ecstasy, grunting and groaning your name in a series of shouts. The heat was outed by your cool waters bursting from your dams, melting the flames and bringing a higher euphoric infatuation within his chest. His hips twitched and shook as he released himself, clinging onto you for dear life with his head buried in between your breast, listening to your heartbeat.

Silence filled the room saved for your ragged breathing. Your hands on his back ran up and down, drawing patterns into his skin as he remained lodged in your heat, listening to your heart beating. The deep thump-thump of your heart calmed his erratic heartbeat and spoke a different tune. He was familiar with the melody; he’d heard it a thousand times before and knew its meaning. He was a healer after all.

No one said a thing, not you or him, even though he had a million questions racing through his head. His hands that once held your breast now wrapped themselves around your waist wanting to keep you close to him as possible. Lifting his head from your bosom, he looked up to meet your concerned stare, it was full of worry and fright. Retracting himself from your hold, he looked down and lifted his lips to smile and then drop them before you could notice. Reaching out his hand, he took yours and raised you upright before removing himself from your heat. There was a soft sigh that fell from both your lips as he withdrew from your heat followed by a grimace from you when you felt his release trickling out. You didn’t think it would feel that uncomfortable despite how euphoric it was when inside.

Sitting on the edge of his table, you watched as Elrond silently fluttered around the room, grabbing his clothes and yours while his lips moved rapidly. You couldn’t make out what he was saying, it was beyond your hearing capacities as an elf. Though, the frown on his face told you that he wasn’t pleased with today’s events. Elrond returned to your side to assist you off the table and clean yourself up before redressing your clothes onto your body. His hands flitted about the place, ensuring that not a hair was out of place to prevent raising alarms, but many were aware of the activities their Lord was conducting.

“Have I done something wrong my Lord, you’re not speaking to me which means I have?” your eyes trailed his body nervously waiting for some outburst from him, instead, he only cast you a soft smile.

“You’ve done nothing wrong, my dear.” He responded.

“You regret it don’t you? Is it because I’m your student and you, my Lord?” you inquired. Your eyes were filled with water, and you did everything you could to blink them away not wanting him to notice.

“…regret? Not at all my dear, I’m just amazed by your performance, that’s all. You’re excelling well, do you not think so?” his voice was still gentle as he questioned you while redressing himself.

Casting your eyes over to him, you paused to watch as he threw on his shirt and tunic before dusting off his robe and layering it over his body. He remained silent the entire time you observed him, waiting for your response. He had enough time to completely tidy up himself including his hair and reposition his circlet before he returned his focus to you standing near his desk. Your face held confusion as the question repeated in your head and you struggled to obtain a suitable answer to please him, but Elrond was able to see.

“You’re not sure, aren’t you? It’s alright my dear, it means I get to continue my teaching with you if that’s alright.” He spoke with a smile in his voice. He understood that not everyone understood their potential easily and it just so happened to be like that for you. Fortunately, you had an excellent teacher who wished for your success; thus, he would continue his special teaching lessons as you return daily.

“I’m sorry, it’s just all too confusing…I felt I forgot everything already.” You replied.

His hands were currently cupping your pillowy cheeks, rubbing his thumb over the expanse and when he was done, he took advantage of the situation and leaned in to give you another breathless kiss. His body pressed into yours where you could have sworn to have felt his erection grazing your lower abdomen. From your cheeks, his hands travelled lower to your waist, gripping it firmly and tugging your body closer than ever. His lips broke free from yours leaving a string of saliva hanging between you two. As you look into his eyes, you were surprised by the dark look his eyes conveyed.

“I’m not pleased that you’ve forgotten what I thought you student. I’m almost attempted to bend you over this table and reteach…however, I’ll see you tomorrow for lessons bright and early.” He whispered with a hint of excitement as a hand trailed upwards to rest around your throat and give a light warning squeeze.

Widening your eyes as the new course of pleasure surged through your body, you couldn’t help but rub your legs together as if you weren’t oversensitive from the previous encounter. This was exactly the response Elrond wanted, riling you up and then making his move.

“Sir…” you whimpered.

“Or…why don’t you return to your chambers, and I’ll be there shortly to quiz you. Let’s see what you forgot so I'll know how to approach tomorrow, fifteen minutes. On your way.” He released you and stepped away allowing you to run out of the room and straight to your chambers knowing fully well that he was going to have a blast quizzing with a few more rounds.

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