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Imagines for Elves Responses to a Reader Suffering Sensory Overload (from a person who suffers from sensory overload and overstimulation) p2
Celeborn:
Personal headcanon is that since he and Galadriel run Lothlòrien together, that he tends to be in charge of the more militaristic and marchwarden side, while Galadriel is in charge of the political and statehood stuff (even though they obviously assist each other and discuss any good co-rulers and partners would do). And sorry, I just can’t see them as unmarried 😂I think they both - and together - take other lovers and maybe even occasionally a secondary partner for a time, but they’re the Lothlòrien power couple baby. Also like Celeborn (like Elrond and Thranduil) just have peak Dad energy.
Just imagine being out on patrol with the other graduating Marchwardens of the Galadhrim and being out for your final run before the bestowing before the whole of Lothlòrien. It was never meant to easy necessarily, but this last finessing of training with Celeborn at the lead rather than Haldir or another Marchwarden was meant to be more formality than anything else. Unfortunately, your patrol had run into over a dozen orc packs, several with wargs, had to deal with a dispute in one of the more far-reaching settlements, came across a caravan of dwarves and humans attempting to breach the barrier, and more than one person in your troop was was injured. Luckily, everyone’s healing skills had dramatically increased. Unluckily, you were all tired, dirty, and sore and still over a week away from Caras.
You just wanted some fucking peace and quiet but the new human settlement nearby had other ideas. Winter was fast approaching and in their misguided effort to build settlement in time (they couldn’t, it was too late in the season) they were sawing and felling trees long into the night. The forest stank of tree death and rot and sounds grated in your brain. You ground your teeth and clenched your fists. You just wanted to sleep and was they can’t even see in the dark so why is it so fucking hard to
Celeborn’s soothing voice cut through your thoughts. “Grinding teeth has never been good for anyone.”
You went to get up to bow, but he pushed you back down and instead sat next to you. He handed you a mug of tea, spiced like the autumn leaves that crunch on the ground and he pulled his cloak over your head. He wrapped an arm tightly around you and ran a hand over your back soothingly, repeating the motion until some of the stress bled out of your shoulders.
“Sleep, Marchwarden.” He said, surprisingly muffled. “We will return home soon enough.”
Galadriel:
Woman’s got magic powers so headcanon she can silence the shit out of anything she wants to.
You recited your list in your head again, preparing the council room for the next mornings session. Surely, things will go smoother than the last. You hoped. It’s not that you don’t like King Thranduil or his sons, but by the Valar they really made things much more complicated and drawn out. The festivities were still going on just the first night and it was already past the curfew time, so recently created since Sauron had been rumored to return. The music was so loud too, the trees providing no insulation against the talented Mirkwood flautists and bards.
You jumped and twirled around, heart pounding as someone grabbed you from behind. Papers flew across the floor. “M-my Lady.” You stuttered, looking up at Lady Galadriel. Her lips were down turned as she looked at you.
“I didn’t mean to startle you, little one. I was calling for you for some time, but you weren’t responding. Are you well?” She asked.
“Fine, my Lady.” You mumbled. It was hard to understand her. Everything seemed so far away except the music pounding in your head and ears, growing into a migraine. You had always been sensitive to noise.
Galadriel hummed softly and you winced, then widened your eyes in fear.
“I - I- “ you started, panic thrumming in your veins. You had allowances, but surely…
Suddenly, her lips were against yours and her arms were pulling you closer. You made a soft noise and she kissed you again, her nose pressing into your cheek. Her lips pressed against your cheekbones and you realized that as you were distracted with your Lady’s lips that the festivities seemed to have abruptly ended. You blinked, confused.
Galadriel smiled at you and kissed you deeper as her voice sounded in your head. “I would silence the realm for your comfort, but tonight, this room shall do.” You flushed and caught the shine of Nenya in the candlelight.
“Now,” she murmured, picking you up and setting you on the table and stepping between your legs, hands running up your thighs, “let’s see what we can do about that unfortunate pain.”
#Celeborn imagine#lotr imagine#Celeborn & reader#Celeborn x reader#gn reader#galadriel#galadriel x reader#Galadriel imagine#Galadriel x fem reader#elithilanor
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Nice to meet you
Warnings: First meetings, fluff
Word count: 1.6 K
Pairing: Cate Blanchett x Fem!Reader
Prompt: Meeting Cate (Based on a true story, only, I didn't meet Cate)
Requests: OPEN
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When I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was that the sun was too bright and warm for ten o'clock in the morning. I lazily picked up my mobile phone and unlocked it, only to realise that I had not set my alarm and that it was in fact already 11:00 A.M.
"Shit"
As best I could, and literally running, I got out of my bed, put on a pair of jeans, my work t-shirt, and went into the bathroom. In less than 5 minutes I had brushed my teeth, washed my face, combed my hair and grabbed my make-up bag. I grabbed my backpack, money, my keys and left the flat to run to the underground station.
The train arrived quickly and since it was no longer rush hour, it was practically empty, so I sat down and took off my make-up, knowing that I wouldn't get to work for another 30 minutes.
When I got to the station where I had to get off, I did so and ran to the nearby square in order to get to my work. I opened the door, dodged several customers and made my way to the counter of the bookshop.
"Look who deigned to show up," joked my cousin.
I had been working in the bookshop run by my aunt for months. It was a great advantage, since, with tardiness like today's, in any other job, I would have been fired by now, but here, I only received a disapproving look from my aunt and a silly smile from my uncle.
"Oh, T/N, now why were you so late?"
"I forgot to set my alarm"
My aunt just rolled her eyes.
"You should set an alarm to remind you to set an alarm," my uncle joked, making us all giggle.
"Well, since you're finally here, please mop the floor."
"Sure, hey auntie, remember I told you if you'd give me permission to get away for two or three hours here in the square?"
"You're late and you still want to go out?" joked my cousin.
"What do you want to go out for?" asked my uncle, as he brought down books from a Spanish publisher.
"There's going to be a premiere of Cate Blanchett's new film. And the cast is coming…"
"And T/N would rather die than lose the chance to meet that woman," my cousin finished.
"Sorry for appreciating what a good actress she is".
I was a lying whore. Sure, the woman was the greatest actress of the 21st century, but she was also the most sensual woman I had ever met. My gay ass was shaking just thinking about her.
"What time is that?"
"At 3:00 p.m."
"Where is it?"
"It's in the cinema in this very square".
"Okey".
And without further ado, he began to help my uncle with the Spanish books.
"Is that a yes?"
Out of nowhere, he stood up with a grimace of pain.
"Help your uncle with the books and then we'll see".
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My aunt had a problem, and this was that she would regularly, if not always, forget that I had already left some task, and suddenly I would start doing another one that needed to be done more urgently, so it was not unusual for me to notice that, just when I had half the floor mopped, the clock in the shop already showed 3:10 PM.
"Auntie, it's already 3:10."
"So what?"
"I asked you that you would give me the opportunity to go out to the premiere of the film".
"Have you finished cleaning?"
"Almost there…
"Then it's over now"
I started mopping quickly to finish faster.
"Do it right, T/N!"
I felt my heart start to flutter as, outside the venue, I could hear the screams, the people starting to run. Shit, it was too late, there was probably already a big crowd on the red carpet, which was going to make it impossible for me to get an autograph or a picture.
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After finishing my chores, I quickly set out to go to the storeroom, drop off the mop and bucket, and just as I was taking off my uniform shirt to put on a nicer one, I heard some pretty loud shouting and the front door slamming. For several minutes I listened to murmuring until suddenly my cousin shouted.
"Y/N, come"
I quickly put on my T-shirt, and grabbed my small bag. As I left, I noticed an excessive amount of people in front of the bookshop, which scared me.
"What's going on, why are there so many people outside…?
Before I could finish my sentence, I walked over to where my cousin was, to find her standing next to Cate Blanchett and her make-up artist Mary.
"Hello. Nice to meet you"
The blonde greeted me with a charming smile. But I froze. I literally didn't know what to do.
Part of me wanted to start screaming and jumping up and down with excitement, another part was about to cry and try to hug her, while another part wanted to make a fool of myself as little as possible and try to start a conversation about her films and what a great actress she is in my eyes.
"Excuse her, she's too gay to talk" my cousin scoffed, eliciting a giggle from both older women "she's literally in love with you. When she was like 15 she said she'd marry you."
Yep, it was definitely not in my plans to be humiliated like that by my own cousin.
What was my next action, just ignore my cousin and start with some of my actions, make believe that this is a joke?
"It's not true, I mean, I do want to kiss you, but not since I was fifteen".
NO. IT'S. I really told one of the best actresses in the world that I wanted to kiss her, I WANT TO DIE.
I covered my face with both hands, but through the gap between my fingers I could see Cate giggle and adjust her hair.
"Well… I'm flattered."
"But… but what are you doing here?" I tried to change the subject just to avoid further embarrassment.
"People started to crowd around and I needed to fix this," Mary said as she pointed to Cate's torn dress.
"You know, a torn dress can't break my aura of perfection…" Cate tried to joke, but, she didn't know my name. She was asking my name!
"T/N, my name is T/N"
"T/N" she whispered my name in such a sensual way that I felt my panties start to get wet. "That's a beautiful name."
"T…thank you"
She began to wander around the room, while Mary, behind her, tried to fix her dress. As my gaze followed them, I felt a nudge in my rib.
"Hey, I've got to go" my cousin spoke, "can you stay and look after the blonde while my aunt comes back from her office?" before I could answer, she laughed and tapped me on the shoulder "who am I kidding, you sure get wet at the thought of being alone with that woman."
"You know we're not alone, and there's her make-up artist, right?"
"We're going to pretend that wouldn't stop you, are we?"
She just laughed and left.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that my aunt was attending to an important call, while my uncle was arranging the diaries. So, I followed them, seeing that Cate was too focused on one section of the bookshop.
"Do you have a specific section for LGBT literature?"
She turned to look at me, while Mary was fixing her dress and make-up. It wasn't a question on the air.
"Yes, we have a wide variety.
"I've never read this one" as she could, she picked up Ruth Gogoll's 'Taxi to Paris' book. and leafed through it a little.
"That's a very good one, I've read it more than 3 times…"
"So I'm dealing with a stalker?" she joked, causing me to let out an involuntary laugh. I can't believe she just made a reference to her own joke.
"In my defence, it's part of a research project for my university".
"What are you studying?"
"I'm studying cinema. I'd like to make an adaptation of that book".
"That's wonderful, darling. Is that your first race?"
"Yes…"
"You are so young…"
We were both silent, but with our eyes fixed on each other's, until Mary's throat clearing brought us out of our reverie.
"Cate, we have to go, it's already late."
"Oh, right."
She put the book back where she took it from, but just before she walked, I stepped forward and took the book, handing it to the blonde.
"Here, I'll give it to you"
"Oh darling, you're a sweetheart, but don't worry, I could pay for it…"
Fuck it, it's now or never.
"Yes, but, when you read it, you'll think of me."
I saw her eyes sparkle and she gave me a beautiful smile.
"Well, I guess I owe her the same treatment. Maybe a picture will make her think of me, sweet princess?" she joked.
"That would be wonderful, beautiful woman," I curtsied, causing her smile to grow.
I handed my mobile phone to Mary and just as I was smiling for the picture, I felt Cate's warm, soft lips on the corner of my mouth.
Mary took the picture and told Cate they had to leave, so she handed me my mobile phone and left, almost dragging Cate with her.
"I hope you remember me every time you see the picture".
"I hope you remember me every time you read the book".
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Spooky, sexy, wolfy “Trespassers Beware” just in time for Halloween…
Fem!Reader (Galadriel) x Sauron |E| 4K Wolf Sex
🎨 by @thebabydragon
Summary: You seek the source of the dark power, following the rumors and the wolf howls to the Old Fortress… he finds you… and does so much more
CW: bestiality, multiple wolves at once, wolf possession, disembodied sorcerers having their way, sex in an old ruin with your forbidden lover
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Continue below to howl for him…
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Dusty, dead leaves under your feet turn to cold stones. You stand on the bridge to the Fortress, a chill in the air that somehow heats your body, shivers running down your spine to pool between your thighs. You hear that song, that music, faint but real, whining from the distant and crumbling walls. Mists swirl, and you get the feeling of distant eyes watching you, that crawling sensation creeping all across your skin to steal your breath. You reminisce, the feeling of being here before. The ruins of a fortress of darkness, howls in the distance, your body warming at the memory of the same feelings from a thousand years before.
The hush of winds rustle the leaves across the stone bridge, and you push on. Until you hear the scratch of claws in front of you. Suddenly, orange eyes begin to glow in the shadows of arches and derelict walls. Panting, growling, a pack of large, grey wolves file in around you. Their eyes glint in hunger, tongue lapping at their jaws.
Suddenly, a low, rumbling howl overwhelms your ears, commanding his pack to withdraw. Commanding you to come.
And come you do. The way his voice weaves around your body is palpable, shaking into your flesh, riding into your insides with a tremor.
You know that sound in your bones. It is him.
Above you from a parapet, black mist swirls. And then eyes large and red shine, flickering with ridges of orange and flecks of yellow. Made of flame themselves. Two of them, staring unblinking above you. Your blood seems to freeze with fear and boil with desire at once.
That music that settled for ages in your bones now greets your ear, melancholic, weak, and mournful. A baleful howl comes from that patch of shadow, darker than death itself.
“Have you come to taunt me, Lady Light?” his voice scratched inside your ear. “Come to show me the spoils of a lost war? Treasures I shall never plunder the same again?”
Your heart races against your ribs, feeling your body responding to the sound of his voice, the pull of that lamenting music now that fills your ears.
“You come seeking something… or else you would not be here…” those flaming eyes seem to be framed in a tall form, crouching low to the floor of the parapet above you. A shadow of a great wolf, remembering the form you have always craved between your legs.
You step closer, your body humming to life as it had not for centuries. Your body burns despite the cold mist and shadows, your heart beats with lust, not with fear. Even as a dozen eyes shine back at you from the crumbling fortress.
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One last entry for @hellghoulweek and @thehaladrielfancollective (I’m sure there are five kinks on there for Kinktober 🪦🐺)
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Dating Galadriel and being human would include please? Also, if you could include some stuff from Rings of Power (however much you may have watched), that would be awesome! If not, completely understand. I'd prefer fem reader, but good with gn reader too. Thank you!
Pairing: Galadriel x fem!reader
Warnings: none ❤️
Notes: Hi and tysm for the request! I really wanted to add some rings of power stuff but I realized I really haven't watched enough to do it justice :( if I watch more I'll make a separate one for it. Hope you still like it tho! Sorry this is kinda short btw
Tysm for reading, Cc
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- growing up in a small village near Rohan, seeing let alone meeting a elf is practically unheard of.
- hearing stories of them though, were a usually occurance- at least for children.
- the tales of immortal creatures, magical and Fair that dwelled in the forests were your favorite stories as a child.
- you and your friends would get lost in the forest for hours playing elves and goblins.
- when you grew up you stopped playing and reading about elves but your love from them never yielded
- imagine your surprise when you ended up courting one
- literally no one could have prepared you for it.
- Galadriel also was not expecting it
- she had been having visions, she knew her future partner would be entering her life.
- she never could have predicted that you would be a small [for ref book Galadriel is like 7ft or smth], cute little human girl.
- however she loves you with all her heart.
- she loves showing you off to all the elven royalty. To others you might be a weak little human but to Galadriel your just the cutest thing in the world.
- she loves everything about you, she loves how simple yet comforting and complex human lives are.
- of course you love her just as much
- I mean she's so smart and so kind and she's wise and elegant and pretty and-
- you often find yourself getting lost in her. You could listen to her talk about her home or history all day long.
- she loves going on walks with you through Lothlorien, just talking and being with the forest.
- she had a special room made for you to stay in when you visit her in Lothlorian, and makes sure your treated as equally as everyone else.[if they don't they face the wrath of her sword]
- you take her to your village and all your friends and family awe at your girlfriend.🙌😎
- she is sweet and compassionate.
- if you get hurt she's always the one to patch it up
- she loves all the little human things you do.
- she'll walk in to your room after a long day and see you softly sleeping and holding onto her pillow.
- she just can't handle your cuteness
- she doesn't understand cuddles but boy does she love them.
- elves aren't used to practically any physical affection so you have to be a little patient. But she really does start to love it
- she'll hold your hand all the time.
- especially when going down long flights of stairs, she can't bear the thought of you hurting yourself.
- she gives the BEST presents
- she gives you one for every human and elvish holiday, which...that's a lot of presents dude.
- they will be the most random ass elvish things too.
-like oh it's the summer solstice? Here's a giant elvish windchime.
- she definitely gets you guys matching crowns/circlets/dresses.
#galadriel x reader#galadriel#galadriel x fem!reader#galadriel x female reader#galadriel headcannons#lotr#lotr x reader
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Can I ask for Galadriel with a fem! reader hesdcanons with a cherry on top? So exited for kinktober!
Me too!!!! What a GOOD ask I love me some sapphic Galadriel.
Galadriel With a Fem!Reader
Generous. So very generous. Like she genuinely thinks that women are just the most beautiful thing when they’re at the height of their pleasure and she wants to give that to you. Doesn’t mind a pillow princess.
Very intuitive, excellent at figuring out what you like!
Gentle kisses gentle kiss gentle kisses. She’ll take your chin, slip her tongue in your mouth, like she’s so pillowy and soft and warm but also firm— def takes charge but isn’t demanding.
Likes to hold your face, pet your ears and stroke your hair. Loves eyelid kisses and forehead kisses too.
Excellent with oral sex if asked but her favorite is just holding you in her arms and fingering you. Bonus points if you give her tiddies some affection or kiss her neck while she’s pleasuring you. She had very sensitive breasts and nipples 😌 and loves having them kissed and sucked on. It gets her super wet.
Big strap energy 🥵
She just loves to top? Doesn’t mind if you want to too though as long as you promise to go hard on her 😌😌
Ear nibbles!
Has a bit of a thing for being called mommy but doesn’t mind if that’s not your thing. But if you do it it’ll turn her on soooo much.
When she’s domming she can be very strict but benevolent. Likes to edge and see you beg. Can totally be a bit of a tease and loves watching you squirm and writhe and whimper for her.
Very cuddly when you’re done. She doesn’t really sleep after sex but she loves it if you curl up against her, rest your head on her chest, and lets her stroke your hair and rub your back. She’s content to do that for hours and is always a bit pouty once you guys have to stop.
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Can I have a romantic matchup for the hobbit and Harry Potter?
I am a 20 yr old lesbian who has natural brown hair but I dye it (currently light pink),brown eyes, anxiety,depression,ADHD,autism,and 2 anxiety disorders
Likes
Yellow,Sweaters,Music (70's-mid 00's),True Crime,Flowers,Animals,Writing,Sweets,Food,Video Games,Movies,Stuffed Animals,Blankets,Cosplay,Weed,Incense,Tattoos,Friends,and Family
Hates
Spiders,Bullying,Yelling,Racism,Abuse,Snakes,Any type of pain,Sexism,Being Alone,Loud Noises,Not being good enough,Lying,Homophobia,Hot weather,Being sick,Transphobia,Being used, Arguing,and any type of Addiction
Thanks for requesting another matchup!! I hope you enjoy it!! <333
The Hobbit;
Galadriel:
💫 You met Galadriel when you traveled to Lórien as a traveling merchant, selling clothes and whatnot to earn your keep, but you mostly traveled because you just loved nature; that's when you stumbled upon the Elven paradise
Her royal guards brought you to meet Galadriel, where she asked why you had journeyed to her land
After explaining that you were just traveling around and wandered to her relm, you offered some of the fine cloths that you had in your small wooden chest
Galadriel was impressed, never seeing such silks before, and asked you where you had gotten them; you revealed that you handcraft them yourself
That was when Galadriel offered for you to stay in Lórien as her personal seamstress
The two of you began to bond sometime later, eating dinner beside each other at the long table, drinking wine and whatnot
You spend nights looking at the stars and talking about the pat, present, and future
For her, you had sewn a beautiful robe and she loved it, gifting you a fine set of flowers that only bloomed every ten thousand years in the right sunlight, they called them sunflowers
Most times spent with her, you walked around Lórien, telling each other your secrets
You both were a match made by Valar, and your love would never dwindle
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Harry Potter;
Narcissa Black:
🎇 You met Narcissa in Hogwarts, but only really became friends with her in the last year at the magic school, and during that year, you fell for her
🎇 You were a bit upset, devastated really, when you heard that she was arranged to marry Lucius Malfoy, thought you were invited to the wedding
🎇 It hurt to see them so seemingly happy, even having a child of their own, but you just wanted her to be happy
🎇 A few years later, after Draco, her son, started at Hogwarts did she confide in you about her straining marriage
🎇 She told you how toxic the relationship was and you felt terrible, supporting her nonetheless you offered her a place to stay
🎇 Staying at your place, you and Narcissa would bake and read together, even planting flowers in the garden toegther
🎇 Sometime later she told you she wanted to get a divorce from Lucius, and you fully supported her, helping her get the papers and documents ready as she told Lucius the news
🎇 Though Lucius was a bit hesitant, he signed them after just a little bit of discord, the only real fight began when Narcissa wanted full custody of Draco
🎇 After a couple of years, just by the end of Draco's fourth year, Narcissa won her case, and Draco moved in permanently with you and Narcissa; it took a bit for the teen to warm up to you, but he quickly realized how much better you were compared to his pretty mentally abusive dad
🎇 In the end, after the war, you and Narcissa got married and practically lives happily ever after
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My Angel - Bucky Barnes Smut
Summary: Bucky Barnes, your father's best friend has been very, very patient about matters involving you. Seeing you in that outfit however, he can't help but want to corrupt his angel.
Pairing: DBF! Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Warnings: main kink: corruption, age gap: bucky is 40 reader late twenties eg: 26, smut, dom/sub dynamics, possessiveness, slight dark bucky, praise kink, mild degradation kink, nickname - angel, oral f receiving, p in v, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, handjob, cosplay, cum play, Bucky Barnes is a warning MINORS DNI
A.N: i always wanted to write DBF!Bucky and the best way is smut I guess, hope you enjoy! also side note i know nothing of the hobbit and i did ask my best friend @stevesmewmew about it. also song i constantly heard while writing - dirty thoughts - chole adams
Word Count: 3020
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You stare at yourself in the mirror, gnawing your bottom lip. The white dress looks pretty, sort of flowy, your cheeks heat at why you picked the outfit.
The lace sits nicely, you stare at the silver woven crown you DIY-ed. Placing it upon your head. You don’t know the first thing about the character apart from what you found on google.
Galadriel, you stare at your attempt of cosplay one more time. You do admire the dress. All your best friend said was she was powerful, innocent and that she had battle skills as well as knowledgeable. She seemed badass.
You knew the man’s eye you watched to catch was a fan of the franchise. You wondered who he would dress as, your palms smoothen over the dress once again. Grabbing your purse you do a final check and head downstairs. Nervousness blooms in your abdomen.
Your elder brother’s annual halloween party was an excuse for friends and teens to sort of let loose. The only reason it was even allowed was the fact that Bucky Barnes, your dad’s best friend and neighbour would keep the antics in line. The same man who you wanted to impress tonight.
Usually he would be having fun with everyone and covering for your brother’s shenanigans and mostly keeping you company and coaxing you out of your shell for about an hour and then you both would sneak into the theatre room to have a horror movie marathon.
As you traverse downstairs, the party already in full swing. Music thumping, you squeeze past the crowd in the hallway going to the kitchen for a drink. You wonder if forgoing the wig makes a difference as you head to the fridge. Shrugging you uncap the bottle. Glad, that the kitchen isn’t occupied yet.
“Holy fuck.” The voice startles you and the water drops across your chest. You wince turning to tell of the source. Your throat dries when it’s Bucky — dressed in a suit, fangs peaking through his lips.
“B-bucky?” You confirm, he’s gone for the modern vampire vibe and you can’t stop staring at the fit of his inner white collared shirt.
“You, you’re dressed as—,” his eyes trace over you, crown to hem of the white gown. His fake fang sinks into his bottom lip. Tongue then peeking out to wet the flesh.
You gulp eyes on his lips, “G-galadriel.”
“You look, ethereal.” He admits, you look away shyly.
“Thank, thank you.” Internally your heart hammers at his response.
Bucky steps closer, towering over you. His woodsy cologne evades your senses, he reaches up, fixing your crown. Fingertips then trace from your temple to your jaw to your chin, tilting your head back.
His heated gazes prompts your thighs to clench. Bucky inhales deeply.
“Such innocence.” He murmurs, “So much light. How would you look flush against darkness?” Bucky questions he can feel all the blood rush to his cock. Your nipples hardened perceivable through the lace. The tea towel he holds pressed against your chest.
He wants to push you against the wall and kiss you. Wants to rip the lace off with his teeth, watch how your lips part moaning his name, or stretched around his cock, how would you look bouncing on his— you blink up at him, he shifts back.
“Can’t taint you, can I?” He muses. You frown.
“Bucky I,”
“Do you like my outfit?” He gestures, changing the topic.
“Vampire?” You giggle when he smiles brightly, fangs bared.
“From those shows you like,” He admits sheepish.
“The one I like wears a leather jacket.” You tease, he narrows his eyes.
“Oh so when I caught you salivating at the suit wearing one, that was what?” He chuckles when you huff caught in your own web of lies.
“I do like him in a suit, you might just make it better.” Your fingertips trace the undone jacket button, biting your lip you look up at him.
Bucky breathes your name in warning, not for himself but for you. He had begun to disregard warnings the night he coated his fist and abdomen with his cum thinking about you.
“Want to know a dirty little secret?” You burn his curiosity brighter than light. He nods.
“I wore the outfit for you.” Your hand traces up to the jacket lapel, Bucky breathes deeply.
“You dressed up as one of the most innocent characters of my favourite series, for me?” Bucky recounts, god your perfume so sweet. How would you taste? He wonders.
“All for you.” You admit, swallowing when his palm finally meets your waist. Warmth sears through your skin as his thumb brushes over the lace.
Bucky’s mind is a swirl of should I, should I not, but you were making it so easy. So easy to choose the idea to corrupt you.
The groan he produces rumbles in his chest, Bucky watches as you shift and your pelvis moves in the slightest to your thighs clenching.
“Want to know a dirty little secret, Angel?” He questions, palm trailing up your side, to your breast.
“Y-yes.” You bite your lip trying not to make a sound as he palms the flesh through the lace.
“I want to ruin you, with my tongue, my fingers and my cock.” Bucky’s voice is deep, you softly moan at his words.
“Look at that, little innocent angel wants to be ruined.” He comments, tugging on your nipples.
“You’re going to look so pretty wrapped around my cock, begging for release.” He tugs on your earlobe, you feel his thigh between your legs, your hips buck involuntary, you whimper at the contact.
“Look at you Angel, turning into such a needy, pretty slut for me.” Bucky marvels at the way you’re complying, the way your needy little breaths are making him so hard.
He pulls away as he hears boisterous laughter approaching. You whine at the loss of him.
“Angel.” He chastises. Handing you the dish towel to help soak the water from your dress.
“Oh hey, Mr. Barnes, hey tiny.” Your brother chuckles when you groan at his stupid nickname for you. He busies himself taking out drinks from the wine cooler.
“Hi Y/N. What happened?” Nick Fowler, your brother’s best friend steps closer to you.
“Just spilled a drink,” you shrug, his grey eyes on you.
“Oh I’ll help—,” Nick’s hand outstretches, but Bucky steps closer, “She’s got it.”
Nick’s jaw tenses, Bucky only smiles at him.
You look between the two, not understanding the reason for the stare down.
“Run along now.” Bucky speaks sickly sweet as your brother calls out to Nick, he gives you a once over and then leaves with him.
You look at Bucky, he turns to you, signs of irritation leaving his features.
“Meet me in my theatre room?” Bucky smiles when you nod eagerly.
He cups your face between, his metal and calloused hand.
Blue eyes, admire you.
“I want the crown to remain on, though I wonder if it will stay secure after I’m done with you.” Before you can react he presses his lips to yours, warm, soft lingering taste of his whiskey.
The cold metal of the refrigerator blooms across your back as he presses you against the appliance.
You kiss back, as his tongue swipes at your bottom lip exploring your mouth. Taking his bottom lip between your teeth you suck on the flesh, he moans your name, grinding against you.
Bucky parts his lips from yours, your lust blown eyes gaze up at him, so innocent.
“Oh, Angel. I don’t think I have any patience left any longer.” Is all he says before grabbing your hand and guiding you out the side door, towards his house.
Bucky’s hands are everywhere, your knees either side of his lap, the dress pushed up bunching around your hips. He lifts his hips ever so slightly, you cry out around his fingers.
“Go on Angel, get them nice and wet. Good girl, oh are you chocking on my fingers already? Oh sweet little needy baby, what will you do with my cock then?” He tuts, pulling his fingers out of your mouth, a trail of saliva connects from the tip of his finger to your lips.
“Ask for my fingers Angel.” Bucky smirks as you whine.
“Please.” Your hands rest on his chest.
“That wasn’t a really good job.” He chastises, “You can do better sweet Angel, go on say the filthy words of what you want from me.”
Staring into his eyes, your skin heats, Bucky shifts his hips again, you mewl.
“Bucky please.” Your hands clutch at his half unbuttoned shirt. It hangs off of his shoulders.
“Please what?” His left hand moves up your back, cooler fingers find the zipper undoing it.
“Please fuck me with, with your fingers.” You bite your lip.
“Only my fingers?” He teases thumb brushing over your inner thigh.
“Do you want to sit on my face baby? Do you want me to lap up your sweetness? Bet you taste so good.” His thumb brushes over your clit.
You nod, you want all of it.
“No panties, no bra, were you wanting me to fuck you?” He raises a brow, thumb applying pressure.
You nod preening, “Want, want you.” His left hand urges you to kneel straighter, index and middle finger circling your entrance.
“You want, me, Angel?” He confirms again, “Look at you, clenching around nothing, let’s change that shall we?” His digit sinks into you, Bucky swirls it around touching your walls, he then begins to pump in and out.
You begin to meet the slow thrusts, your gown beginning to fall from your shoulders. Bucky swears as he sees the untouched skin and the pebbled nipples.
“Look at you,” Two fingers fucking into your cunt, “Meeting every thrust, not so innocent are you?” His lips latch onto your nipple, sucking and biting your head thrown back his palm rubs over your clit as you grind down upon his fingers.
Bucky shifts his attention to the other nipple, the pace of his fingers increasing he adds a third, “Have to stretch you out don’t I? Aw, Angel are you going to make a mess on me? My Dirty, dirty girl.”
“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky—,” His fingers continually tap over the spongy sport, stars begin to cloud your vision, left hand gripping your breast, tweaking your nipples.
“Go on, cum for me Angel, this is only the beginning of your ruin.” Bucky smirks as you shudder against him, cunt squeezing his fingers, thighs trying to close, your hands tugging on is hair.
Lust blown blues admire you unraveling, the bliss spreading over your features as the orgasm takes you, your walls begging to keep his fingers in, Bucky’s palm rubbing circles over your clit and the burn of it delicious. Your shaking from the aftershocks ceases. It takes everything in Bucky not to have his fingers replaced by his cock swiftly.
“You with me Angel?” Bucky chuckles, when you blink through the haze.
“Y-yeah.” You run your fingers through his hair.
“Crown’s still on.” He chuckles, bringing his slick covered fingers to your lips, “Have a taste, you need to know how you taste without me.”
His fingertips trace your lips, your tongue follows. Bucky then tastes you from his fingers and moans.
Your dress is pushed off of your body, Bucky’s hands roam in admiration.
“So fucking delicious, I deserve a reward don’t I? For being this patient, for letting you remain untainted by me this long.” He looks at you, you nod. Bucky taps your hips and you move off him to allow him to slide down.
He kisses your clit, “Already needy, my, my.” his tongue licks over your folds, humming at your taste.
“Grab onto the headboard, Angel.” He says before his lips wrap around your clit and he sucks wantonly upon the pulsing nub. Shivers bloom across your back.
You moan, grinding onto his face, he groans. Hands clutching your hips not letting you move away, Bucky laps at your entrance, licking stripes from your clit to circle and back. Nibbling on the clit your mewls and preens don’t stop, his light scruff burns deliciously over your inner thighs and folds.
“Bucky please, please, please—,” You warn as the coil snaps again, his hips lift off of the bed in response as he hungrily devours you for every single drop. When he doesn’t relent you try pulling away, you can feel yourself getting slick again as his ministrations continue.
His large hands push you back to sit on his lap again, pink lips glistening as he smirks. He pulls you close chest to chest.
“Rewarding.” He comments lazily tracing patters on your thigh.
You look down, the tent in his pants achingly visible.
“Can, can I?” You request.
“All words, Angel, need to know the filth that goes on in that innocent little mind, tell me is it all for me? Have my thoughts been corrupting you?” Your thighs squeeze at his word.
“Have you touched yourself thinking about me? Played with my pussy without asking me?” His thumb returns to your clit.
“Yes.” You squeak.
“Tell me what you’ve thought about baby?” He questions, “Tell me while you undo my pants, go on.”
Shaky fingers reach for the button, “I’ve thought, I’ve though about you fucking me, in your study.” You undo the zipper.
“Bent over my table?” He questions watch your tits with every deep breath you take.
You shake your head, toying with the wait band of his boxers.
“Against the window? My sweet, innocent, Angel wants the world to see I’m fucking her?” He questions, you nod.
“And maybe the table too.” You add, drawing amused laughter from him.
“What else, Angel?” He questions pace on your clit increasing, “Take my cock out.”
You do as he says, pumping him from bottom to top, his length is massive and girth as well. You bite your lip.
“Angel, don’t worry your pretty little head, it’ll fit, pussy was made for my cock.” He hisses as you rub your thumb on the slit then you bring the precum covered digit to your lips, locking eyes with him.
“Go on, taste me.” He watches as you clean your thumb eyes closed and humming at his taste before returning your hand to his cock.
“Stand up, we’re going to my office.” Bucky’s cock twitches in your hold.
His clothes are discarded, he easily lips you up, legs wrapped around him, his cock shifts over your folds with each step, Bucky keeps his lips pressed to yours as he easily moves to his office down the hall.
“Bend over the table corner.” He instructs, setting you down, you do as he says the cold marble has you shift, the rounded corner touches your clit.
“Just how I pictured.” He hums appreciative, lining himself up with you, slowly sinking in inch by inch you both moan in synchrony. Bucky grabs your hands holding them behind you. The arch it creates has him move in deeper, tip right against your g-spot.
“Fuck, so fucking tight, look at you, spread out for me, what would people say? Innocent little Angel is Bucky’s pretty little slut. She fantasises about being fucked by him. I’ll fuck you on every surface if you ask me.” His hips snap you cry out, clenching hard around him.
“Only you.” You whimper, as his pace increases, the cold marble rubbing against your clit.
“Fuck, how good are you squeezing me, cunt doesn’t want to let me go.” Bucky groans, pulling you up.
His cock moves deeper, your back is against his chest, his left hand moves to your clit, right hand around your throat squeezing lightly. Your walls quiver around him.
“Oh Angel likes being choked? Fuck, you’re perfect. My pretty little slut, look at you.” He groans, adding pressure and the sounds of his cock have you mewl and preen.
“Please, please, please,” More incoherent thoughts spill from your lips, he feels so good, so good. So deep.
“Only I, get to see you this way don’t I? Begging, on the brink of bliss.”
Yes, yes, yes—“Bucky, please—,”
“Look at you, can only think about my cock filling you up so good, can’t you Angel?” He bites down on your neck, leaving his mark.
“So, g-good,” You choke on another moan.
Your hands around his neck, your nails manage to claw at his flesh. Bucky knows he’s not going to last, he knows you aren’t going to either.
“Go on Angel, cum so you can feel me everywhere. My dirty, little, pretty girl. Innocent little slutty Angel.” His words set off the flame that consumed your veins, distantly you hear a desperate cry of Bucky’s name, Bucky groans your name in response your spasming walls setting his orgasm off.
He continues to fuck you through your orgasms, panting in his arms, Bucky loves how your pussy feels wrapped around him. He leans back taking you with him into his plush chair.
Cock still inside of you, his fingers rubbing at your clit, you protest, his hand clutches at your hair, lips swallow down your protests, fingers moving fast your babbles return, cumming undone on his cock, marking it with yourself.
“Look at that Angel, you’ve claimed my cock.” He admires the fluids coating your thighs and his balls, gathering the cum, he brings his fingers to your lips.
You keep your eyes locked with his, as you lick his fingers clean. Your clit pulses at the taste. Bucky smirks feeling your pussy clench. Your mind is a haze as his lips press kisses to your temple and cheek.
“I’ve got all night to corrupt your thoughts further. Against the window next, Angel. I know someone who would hate to miss out on the show we put on.” He chuckles darkly, hands roam your body.
You hum tiredly, basking in the warmth, Bucky’s eyes shift to the broken crown discarded to the floor.
“Little corrupted Angel.” He hums, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, "My Angel." He repeats, placing a soft kiss over the love bite on your neck.
"All yours, Bucky." You whisper, tilting your head back to meet his blue eyes.
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Reunited - Haldir X Fem!Reader
Oneshot, word count: 828
Warnings: steam
Your eyes fluttered open to the soft morning light warming your face through the window. Outside, the woods of Lothlorien were waking with the sunrise. You stretched, ready to shake off another night of restless sleep in an empty bed without him.
It had been months since Haldir had left at Lady Galadriel’s command, riding at the head of five hundred elven warriors to the defense of Rohan. Each passing day took you further from his memory and dimmed the possibility of reunion. A tender bruise was forming on your heart as, moment by moment, the reality of Haldir’s death pressed in on you.
Eager to rid yourself of the weighty grief that waited for you in the empty bed, you threw off the covers. The cool air chilled you, raising goose pimples on your arms and legs. You reached for the fur-lined robe that Haldir had gifted you on your wedding night - the nights in Lorien are cooler than those of Rivendell, he’d told you - and wrapped it around you. You let your mind briefly imagine it was his arms snaking around your waist, not the sash of the robe, but quickly extinguished the image when that aching bruise in your chest blossomed with pain.
You took a breath in, steeling yourself for another day. You didn’t let yourself hope for his return any longer; now, you hoped more for another day without news of his death.
“Come back to bed, my love. There’s a chill without you.”
You froze, every muscle in your body rigid and brittle as if you’d been turned to glass. The breath in your lungs evaporated, leaving your chest feeling treacherously close to caving in on itself. Not real, not real, not real.
When you felt a hand - warm, broad, and strong - grip your waist, your emotions broke out of their dam with a roar. Tears sprang to your eyes in an instant, your body racked with sobs as you buried your face in your hands. Real, real, real.
“Ssh, ssh my love.” Haldir sat up behind you as you pulled the hair off one side of your neck before encircling you with his arms. You whimpered when you felt the warmth of his chest and torso against your back, the soft breeze of his breath on your neck.
“Haldir.” Your voice cracked on his name as you gripped his arms, tightening his embrace around you as if he were the only thing keeping you from shattering.
“I must admit, this is not the joyful homecoming that kept me lying awake at night for the last seven months.” His tone was light and playful, and he pressed a few kisses to the soft skin where your neck met your shoulder.
Something shifted in that moment, and the second wave of repressed emotions leapt through the barriers you’d carefully constructed around them since the moment you’d said goodbye to him. Despite the tears swimming in your eyes, you laughed as you twisted to face him.
“Haldir,” you said again, cradling his handsome face in your arms. He looked just as you remembered him, although you didn’t miss the pale stripe of a new scar stretching from his cheek down across his jawline and onto his throat. Instinctively, you ran a thumb along the scar. Haldir closed his eyes, nuzzling into your hand and breathing in deeply.
“Is it really you?” It was the only question you were able to ask. The only one that mattered.
He opened his eyes, his gaze meeting yours where it burned with an intensity you hadn’t realized you’d forgotten. You melted beneath it, your skin tingling and your heart pirouetting in your chest. He didn’t need to say anything for you to hear his answer: yes, it is really me.
“It’s really me,” he replied simply, his hands traveling up your back and pulling you tightly against him as if trying to melt away the skin and muscle and bones that separated your two souls. Your hands danced over his face, his jaw, his lips, his hair. Reacquainting themselves with the angles, hollows, and grooves of the man whose image was imprinted on the inside of your heart.
The moment was close to yielding to the needs of two bodies alight with heat and love, but for another few breaths, you let yourself soften into the warmth of the reunion. His forehead connected with yours and you took a synchronized inhale. Around you, the sun bathed the forest in early morning light and the birds sang. The sunlight felt stronger and the birdsong sweeter, but you knew that was just because your heart was once again open to beautiful things now that it was healed.
“About damn time,” you whispered after a few moments. Haldir chuckled wickedly, the sound sending flames dancing up your spine and a molten coil of desire churning in your core as he guided you down onto the bed for a proper welcome home…
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Fireflies in the garden
ʚ Pairing: Legolas x Fem. Reader
ʚ Word count: 2430 words
ʚ Summary : Legolas plays a game of hide and seek with you in the gardens of his father’s keep. While there the two of you make plans for your future with him.
ʚ Themes: Slow burn | Soft | Smut | Forbidden love
ʚ Warnings: Minors DNI | Explicit content of a sexual nature | Kissing | Penetrative sex
ʚTranslations:
Naneth: Mother
Adar: Father
Peredhil: Half-Elven
Uireb Ethuil.
Eternal Spring. That was the name given to the lush gardens of the Elvenking’s halls. Vibrant, verdant, with just about every tree, bush, and creeper in known existence. It even claimed to be home to the only Mallorn tree outside of Lothlorien. The tree had been a wedding gift from Lady Galadriel when Thranduil wed Eluthiel, her husband’s niece. The wedding feast had been splendid and talked about for decades. Everyone toasted the new queen and wished both her and her husband great happiness.
Many centuries have passed since then. The gardens, once filled with glittering feasts and music and an elfling driving his parents to fits of laughter over his antics, now had a gloom cast all over it. Thranduil couldn’t bear to even look at it and he would have let it gone to ruin, had his son not stepped in and seen to its upkeep.
After many years Legolas still cared about it, but not because of his beloved naneth or the memories of the ellon his adar once was. The last eleven months saw him find a very special reason to visit the gardens. It was a reason his adar had never learned about; would never learn about, so long as he continued on the way he had after his queen’s passing.
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"Where are you, Meleth?"
Legolas took a deep breath as he stood by the entrance to the gardens. The air was sweet with the Jasmine that had just started to open. He looked around, trying to figure out where you had run off to. Had you gone to the maze again?
A soft breeze settled over the gardens, carrying with it the scent of summer blooms and something else. Fireflies. Thousands of them. Legolas stopped briefly to admire their beauty before continuing with his search.
He didn't have to go far, because the breeze also brought with it the sound of footsteps. It had to be yours, as Thranduil had taken his warriors off on a mission to Mirkwood's northern borders, leaving only a handful of guards behind. Legolas looked forward to his father's absences as it meant the two of you would have some much-needed privacy. He picked up his pace, not wanting to miss you this time.
And he didn't miss you, for there you were, standing by the fountain and watching a thousand little lights settle over the leaves. Legolas just stood there for a little while, admiring the scene, how beautiful you looked against the gathering dusk, before quietly inching his way forward. You were so engrossed in the display in front of you that you didn't notice the prince sneaking up behind you. "I've got you, meleth."
"Meleth!" You squeal when he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you to him. "You cheated!"
"You weren't exactly hiding meleth," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "So how could I cheat?"
You had no answer, save for the way he made your breath hitch when he traced a finger down your waist. "And I believe someone promised me a reward?"
"Legolas." Your mind was already fogged up by what he was doing to you. "Someone could walk in on us."
He nuzzled his face in your hair, his body growing weak by how good it smelled. "No one is walking in on us. Tauriel is keeping the others well away from this place."
How Legolas left nothing to chance. "On the condition that we take her with us if your father says no and we have to leave?"
His nod drove home the gravity of the situation. Everything hinged on Thranduil's saying yes, but you had seen enough to conclude that a positive blessing would never be forthcoming. Thranduil would expect his son to marry someone much higher in rank. There were even rumors that Thranduil actually left to look for a suitable bride for his son. "But your father..." You tremble, fearing Thranduil's rage. Legolas was a prince and his father's heir. He would not take kindly to his son courting a low-born peredhil like you. "Legolas, your father will never approve, and..."
"Adar be damned," Legolas spat and cut you off. "If Adar refuses to accept you, then we'll go somewhere else."
"I'm not sure if I could let you do that," you said, shocked by his answer. "Meleth, this is your home."
Legolas looked over your shoulder, back to where his father's palace was. "This place stopped being my home the day naneth died and adar thought a bunch of stones should be more important than anything else in his life." He said, his voice dripping with resentment. "My home now is wherever you are."
Going against Thranduil meant leaving Mirkwood for good. What Legolas suggested was madness. Utter madness. "But where would we go?"
Legolas grinned cheekily as he tucked a lock of stray hair behind your ear. "Many places." He said, remembering the invitations he had received from his friends. "We can go to Rohan... Éomer said that there would always be a place for us in his home and at his table. Then there's Gondor... Aragorn said he and Arwen both want to meet you. If Rohan and Gondor do not appeal to you, we can always go to the Hornburg. Gimli wrote to me, asking that I bring you with me and stay with his kin. He says you'll love seeing the glittering caves."
Legolas and his plans, his readiness for anything. You adored him for it, but right now you adored him for not wanting to hide you like a dirty little secret. "You-- you told them about me?"
"Of course, meleth," Legolas said, cupping your cheek with a calloused hand you were all too familiar with. "I love you. Why would I want to hide you from my friends?"
"I love you too." Warmth washes over you in an instant. "You have no idea how happy it made me hear you say what you just said."
"Then it's settled." Legolas leaned in, kissing your temple this time. "I'll talk to Adar the morning after his return, but keep a pack ready. If he says no, we'll have to leave as soon as his back is turned. "
It was so sudden, but you accept that there was no other way. Thranduil would find some excuse to keep his son away while he... never mind. The outcome was too dark for you to even consider, and Legolas always feared Thranduil trying to hurt you before he had a chance to get you out of Mirkwood.
"Now," Legolas kissed your eyelids next, then the tip of your nose. "About my reward."
"Legolas," Your eyes skim over the maze, looking for anyone that may have wandered inside. "What if someone actually walks in on us?"
"Tauriel is keeping the others busy," he reminded you with a grin so devious it made him look like all smug and cocky, and nothing like the well-bred prince everyone knew. "Well." Your lips spread into a smile. "In that case..."
As soon as his lips brushed yours, you ran off in another direction, challenging him to catch up. Legolas, laughing merrily, took off after you again.
Fireflies have surrounded the gardens now. The bushes, vines, and trees were dotted with tiny yellow and orange lights. Playfully running your hands through the leaves, you watch in delight as dots of light take off into the air before settling down on the leaves again. Legolas caught up with you in no time, pulling you under the Mallorn tree with him.
This time he wasn’t letting go. There would be no hurried embraces like those in the middle of the night when you helped him sneak into your bedroom. His mouth devoured yours, leaving you breathless, and him oblivious to you working frantically on his clothes. “Slowly meleth,” he groaned when he felt his vest coming undone. “Slowly.”
Legolas grabbed your wrists to stop you. “Slowly,” He pulled away just enough, his mouth barely hovering over yours. “Let’s make tonight count, hmmm?”
His eyes had grown dark and dangerous. “How--” the warm breath fanning over your skin made you need, and how he made you need. Legolas could make you go weak in the knees just by the way he held you, and he knew it. “How slow are we talking about?”
“Very slow.” He whispered before dragging you in for a kiss. “So slow,” he savored the lusciousness of your lips, the sweetness of your mouth. “That by the time I’m done with you, you wouldn't have an ounce of strength left in that beautiful body of yours.”
“You’re wicked,” you gasp when you’re pinned up against the bark of the tree. “Monstrously wicked.”
“And I’m yours,” The purr had you melting into soft clay. “Never forget it.”
“Meleth.” Your breath had grown raw and unsteady, and your knees felt like they were jelly. If he didn’t lay you down soon, those knees might buckle under you. “How I love hearing you say that.” Legolas worked at the ties of your dress, enjoying the feeling of lacing coming undone to experienced fingers. When your dress finally pooled around you, leaving you exposed, it very nearly shattered what restraint he had. “Lay with me meleth,” he said as he spread his cloak on the grass, using it for a blanket. "Come lay with me."
You were in his arms in a heartbeat. In his arms and under his body, where you belonged. Legolas felt his muscles tremble when hands moved over his skin relentlessly. His undershirt had to go, and he almost ripped it in his eagerness to feel the warmth of your skin beneath his. His mouth crashing into yours knocked the wind out of your lungs and made those hands of yours dig into his flesh. “Meleth,” he groaned. “I love you, meleth.”
“I love you,” you whimper as hunger surged inside you. That hunger grew when his hands went lower, gliding, caressing, not stopping until Legolas could no longer bear to just touch. He had to taste.
The first time you felt his lips on your breasts you bite your tongue, to stop the moans from spilling out. Seeing you trying so hard not to make a sound made him chuckle. “Cry out for me.”
You force your eyes open to dark, steely blue ones looking right back at you. “But the others...if they hear...”
“Fuck the others,” He hissed. “If anyone says anything against you they’ll have me to contend with.”
“But if this goes back to the king there’ll be the devil to pay,” you dread news of this spreading to others. “You know that.”
Legolas no longer cared what the others thought. He no longer cared about what his father thought. All that mattered to him was you. “Anyone who hurts you will have to answer to me. Meleth,” he moved his way back up to you. “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you. I mean it.”
Your fear melted away in his embrace and you reach up to kiss him. It was soft and sweet and left the both of you wanting more. You watch him dip lower, your eyes closing in bliss when that sinful mouth of his bit not too gently on a nipple and made you cry out. You no longer care and you let Legolas do whatever he wished to you. You were his, after all, just as much as he was yours. Nothing in the world had the power to change that.
Your touch was enough to set him aflame. Legolas could already feel his cock straining against his breeches and groaned. He wanted to make the night last, but his own body was betraying him, screaming at him to get on with it. When his breeches were disposed of he looked up, only to find you smirking triumphantly. “Couldn’t hold on, could you?”
“You little tease,” he growled.
“But I’m your tease.” You mewl when he pushed you back and got on top of you, his thighs forcing yours apart. “Yes.” His chuckle was strangled, hoarse. “You’re my tease. And don’t you forget it.”
All thoughts of tenderness went flying out the window with just a sharp intake of breath. His kisses were far from gentle and your touch was far from delicate. Your body, already hot and sweaty, felt like it had been splintered when he pushed his cock inside you, wrenching out a cry that sounded fevered and primal. You feel him. All of him. Every time he pushed out you felt empty, your body screaming for him till he filled you again. The heat in your belly grew stronger and you knew you weren't going to last much longer. "Harder, Legolas," you cry into his ear. "I want you to go harder, and faster."
That was like music to his ears. You practically sob in relief when he pulled out and slammed into you, your fingers raking down his back every time his cock went in deeper, filling you and stretching you. Your body grew tense, and your breath grew shallow. "Legolas...I--I" you cry. "I'm sure if I can--"
"Cum for me," he breathed as he plunged into you, his arms now tightening around you like a vice. You couldn't hold back any longer and your walls tightened as your orgasm washed over you, something which sent Legolas over the edge. He felt like his soul poured into you when he climaxed, his hips buckling when he cried out your name and collapsed against you. The world seemed to go dark just then.
Your breathing came out like satisfied sighs. "Meleth?" Through the haze, you hear his breathing, his hand brushing over your hair. "Meleth."
Your eyes fluttered open to his. Eyes that were once dark had now filled with light. "Meleth." You feel lazy even though the both of you were naked and under the Mallorn tree. Legolas fumbled around for your cloak, draping it over himself to cover you both. "We just made love out in the open."
His chest rumbled. "Well I don't care," he said, nuzzling your cheek. "Do you?"
Your cheeks had turned pink, you were sure of it. "I do... A little."
Legolas laughed and moved so you'd be next to him. "Sleep meleth." He melted when you moved your head under his chin and yawned. "I'll wake you when it's time to head back."
No one disturbed the two of you. Only the fireflies stayed for company.
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Reunion after battle
Pairing: Legolas x Fem reader
Description: After getting injured and separated, you manage to find your way to Helm's deep and reunite after helping in the rest of battle
Everyone stood stunned seeing you walk slowly looking for them until you locked eyes with Legolas feeling tears form in your eyes. You had gotten severely injured by Uruk hai not being able to save Boromir as you blindly crawled before going unconscious being found by your horse who stayed with you before running to Rivendell where Elrond rode your horse back to you immediately taking you back and having all the healers he had work on you, you wake up the day after in quite a bit of pain seeing Galadriel in front of you as elrond and Arwen talk on the balcony of the room you were in "Welcome back to the land of the living Y/N" you knew she was talking to you but didn't see her mouth move "Thank goodness you're alive" slowly over the next few days you recovered and made your way to where everyone could be learning from elrond that he had found out that Gimli, Aragorn, and legolas were on their way to Rohan and to find Merry and Pippin which hurt you knowing that they were not found. You managed to get to rohan being stopped by a man named Eomer who had come back from helm's deep to get reinforcements leading to you joining him and helping with the last bit of the battle helping and briefly meeting his sister Eowyn before the battle was over leaving many dead and tons injured looking frantically for any of your friends feeling your heart crack when you see Haldir dead as you searched for them until you saw a familiar and enchanting pair of eyes that made you crumble as you burst into a run jumping in legolas's arms as you sobbed before pulling your other three friends into your arms feeling relief when you see Gandalf alive and later on your heart soared seeing pippin and merry, you smile in your tent seeing legolas sharing a hug before closing your tent quickly placing a kiss on his lips pulling away before he smiles pulling you into a longer sweeter kiss "After this is done, come to Rivendell" you smile and agree before heading out of the tent hand in hand.
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Love and Deceit
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pairing: halbrand/sauron x fem!reader
summary: if anyone could pull him from the darkness that consumed him it would be you and, if not, you’d be the one to finally put an end to his madness.
warnings: elf!reader, betrayal, canon-typical violence, mentions of blood, mentions of injury, mentions of war, heavy angst, reader was raised on númenor, toxic relationship, friends to lovers to enemies to lovers again, lots of pain and heartache
word count: 2.3k
a/n: calling this my trial fic for writing for the rings of power. i just live for the angst that comes with this man. i might write a part 2 later if this does okay
part 2 | part 2 alternative
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Had any of it been real?
That was the question you asked yourself every single moment of every single day since he’d left you.
Halbrand, or Sauron as you now knew to call him, had been the first man you’d ever loved — truly loved — and all of it had been a lie.
When the elves left Númenor you were one of the few who remained. You lived in seclusion for a time, not wishing to aggravate the men who had cast your people out. Then, when their newest king arose to the throne and tried to bring back the old ways, you reappeared in their cities.
It was in those very cities that you had met Sauron, although he was known as Halbrand at the time.
He was found adrift at sea alongside Galadriel, the commander of the northern armies, and brought to the shores of Númenor by Elendil, one of the few people in all of Númenor that was not against your presence there.
You had little reason not to trust the outsider when both the famed Galadriel and your dear friend Elendil seemed to put their faith in him, a misjudgement you all soon paid for.
In his time in Númenor, Sauron had grown all the more trustworthy and, although he claims to have never once lied to you, everything he did was shrouded in deception.
All of it was a lie… every single thing.
Every moment you had shared from the tingle you felt as your fingers brushed against his to the time you fought at one another’s sides on the battlefield.
You hated him. Well, you should have.
He was the first man you’d ever loved. The first and, perhaps, the last. In all your years you had never met another like him. No one had ever made you feel the way he did.
How were you supposed to hate someone you had grown to love more than any other?
The first time your lips touched it felt right. It was as if not a single war or power could drive you apart or overcome the feeling of being in his arms.
Maybe it had all been a spell. A trick cast on you by the damned sorcerer — the Dark Lord himself.
You wish it had been a spell. Then perhaps it would not have hurt so much when you found out the truth about him.
Galadriel had pieced it together first and come to you to warn you of her findings but it was you who first confronted him.
He told you he was trying to save Middle Earth and he wanted you by his side, to bind him to the light, but he knew nothing of the light he spoke about. He was disillusioned, truly believing he would be the one to save Middle Earth from doom.
His lust for power had overtaken him and clouded his mind.
You would never suppress the people of Middle Earth to bring order, you wouldn’t become a tyrant.
He smiled as you held your dagger to his throat but in the deepest depths of his menacing eyes, you could see the man you loved trapped inside.
Halbrand and Sauron may have been one man but they were so very different from one another. Although you knew not to be so hopeful, a part of you suspected that Halbrand had not only been a false persona but a part of who he had once been before his path into darkness.
You did not shed a single tear, not in front of him. Not as you fought him after your confrontation, not even when you awoke with a bloodied head and not a single trace of him.
He could have killed you that day yet he chose not to, he chose to let you live. For what reason you were still unsure.
Only after you were sure he had left did you cry. Galadriel held you as you crumbled, falling to your knees as you wept. You couldn’t breathe for your chest was so tight, so heavy.
Everything had been a lie. Everything.
Every touch, every whisper, every smile and conversation. All of it had been just another part of his plan.
He said he had never lied to you but if he truly loved you as he said he did he would not have left you there. He would not have forsaken you to return to his path of evil.
You weren’t enough to deter him from his chase for power. You weren’t enough.
It wasn’t until years later that you saw him again. You fought through an army to reach him — to kill him.
He was in his armour, his figure towering over those around him. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed those who stood nearby to protect him, leaving only the two of you.
You readied your weapon, fingers gripping the hilt of your sword as you waited for him to make the first move. It was easier this way, you didn’t have to see his face.
He just stood there, watching you from under the dark armour that adorned his head.
“Fight me, Sauron.”
His fist clenched, that was the first time you had called him by that name.
He took a breath and just as you thought he was moving to draw his sword, he reached for his helmet.
It was only when you saw his face again that you realised you couldn’t kill him. Not when he looked at you with such a softness in his eyes, something that should be foreign to a being such as him.
Then, your swords clashed together like waves against rocks. He moved the same way he always had, with determination and strength, a tough foe.
When the fight came to an end he had you pinned to the floor with his sword to your throat, mirroring the way you had threatened him the day you found out who he really was.
You had expected him to slice your throat the moment he felt the painful sab of your dagger piercing through his side where you had wedged it through a gap in his armour. Instead, he faltered.
With a frustrated groan, he pulled away from you once again, seemingly as unable to end you as you were unable to end him.
You wished he had killed you and ended your suffering then and there. After all, you’d rather die by his hand than have to live on and one day watch him fall. Despite everything he had done, you still loved him.
As the battle outside came to an end he reached out, grabbing your wrist as he forcefully pulled you along. Not that there was any need for the force, you would have followed him willingly had he asked.
Perhaps you were a fool to think there was still a chance you could get through to him but you knew you had to try.
The battle was long since over and your people were likely still searching for your body, expecting you to have perished in the fight.
When he was without his armour it was almost as if Halbrand was standing in front of you, not Sauron. It was still hard not to keep the two separate in your mind.
He barely winced as he cleaned the wound you had given him, dabbing a wet rag across his skin to rid himself of the blood — his blood. Not many had drawn blood from him, few had ever had the chance.
“Did you ever even care for me?”
His head turned back towards you ever so slightly but he still did not turn enough to meet your gaze. Even through the hair that fell over his face, you could see his eyes were not looking your way. It was as if he simply could not bring himself to do so.
“Sauron.”
There it was again, that name. He had always taken pride in his names but when you called him that one it made him feel something he couldn’t understand.
Even you noticed it. The way his fist had clenched earlier and now the look of unease that crossed over his face.
“I did.”
That was his only reply, two stoic words of confirmation. It hurt more to finally hear them than you thought it would.
“Then why?”
Finally, he turned to you with crossed brows and those soft eyes he only seemed to adorn when he was with you.
“Am I not enough for you? Will you always choose power over me?”
His eyes grew colder as he listened to you speak, Sauron taking the reins once again to hide the hurt he was trying so desperately not to feel. “And you? Will you always choose to destroy me? To kill me? Will you never join me? We can save Middle Earth together.”
“You want to rule, not save.”
“And what is so bad about that? Is it wrong to want to rule?”
Just listening to him talk hurt more than you could explain. You wished for nothing more than to go back to before you knew who he really was, back to your time on Númenor. Back to when you first began falling in love with him.
“You’ve hurt people, killed people. People I loved, including yourself,” you paused for a moment only to continue again when his brows furrowed once more, “I loved you, Halbrand. I loved you more than I have ever loved anyone before and you betrayed me. You killed the man I fell in love with the moment you told me your true name.”
Sharply, he stepped closer and your breath hitched in your throat at the quickness of the action.
“I did not kill him. I am still him, part of me always will be. I did not deceive you, I only withheld the truth. Were you not the one who told me our pasts do not matter? That we have all touched the darkness?”
He was growing desperate now — desperate for you to understand. He hated the way you looked at him, he wanted you to look at him the way you used to. He missed the way you used to see him.
“We are soldiers, we have all done bad things but you… you have hurt so many…”
“Yet you still love me, do you not?”
Your mouth started to move but no words would form.
You knew you couldn’t lie to him for it was obvious enough from the fact that you were here with him now. You could have protested as he dragged you away from the battlefield, you could have tried to kill him again. He hadn’t taken your weapons, after all.
However, you hadn’t done any such thing. You left with him willingly and your hand hadn’t once strayed to clutch your sword.
His fingers were so gentle when they tapped under the bottom of your chin, lifting your head up to look at him again when your eyes strayed.
It was wrong. Everything he was doing was wrong. He was Sauron, he was the greatest evil in all of Middle Earth, yet here he was treating you — his enemy — as if you were something precious.
Without words, you nodded. You did still love him, no matter how much it pained you to admit it.
You truly had meant what you said back then, the past is the past, and if he had given up his quest to dominate Middle Earth to be with you maybe you would have left it in the past.
Again, your head fell as tears began to prick at the corners of your eyes.
“I hate you,” you spoke as you stepped closer, hitting your fist against his chest, “and I hate that I still love you.”
He wrapped his arms around you and his touch was still so gentle, so careful as you cried against him.
“I know… I know.” Even his voice was quiet and airy, Halbrand’s feelings betraying him as they began to surface.
“I hate you,” you whispered again.
Still, he held you. He held you until he could not bear to hear you weep any longer.
You knew then that you wouldn’t leave him this time. You had made your decision to stay by his side. If anyone could change him — save him — it had to be you.
He was conflicted. He wanted to be Sauron but, for you, he wanted to remain Halbrand. There was a battle raging inside him between good and evil and you knew you would be the one to pull him into the light.
Or, if there really was no hope, you would be the one to finally drive a dagger through his heart before driving one through your own.
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Blood Red
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So literally most of what I’m writing right now is porny in some way (which I figure you’d appreciate) so have some WIP of dom! Galadriel (lotr/Cate Blanchett) and a sub! Female reader because I really like the last line of dialogue:
“Lady Galadriel!” You gasp out, eyes falling shut and head titling back. You dig your nails into one of her arms locked around you.
Galadriel’s eyes flash and she growls, rolling her hips and sinking farther into you. In response, you instinctively spread your legs even farther apart and press back against her, whining.
“That’s it; just like that.” She purrs into your ear as she runs a hand down your back and presses you back down before thrusting the final inch into you.
“You take me so well, my sweet girl.”
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Stay with Me
Halbrand x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Semi rough, semi public, p in v, a little dirty talk, sex on an anvil bc c’mon, oral (fem receiving)
Y’all gotta forgive me, I just saw the new ROP yesterday and so this was not reviewed
When I first met Galadriel and Halbrand in Numenor, I had a strange mix of feelings about them.
Galadriel is kind and compassionate and fierce, she carried herself with confidence that I could only dream of having.
Halbrand on the other hand was more mysterious, he was constantly watching everyone. A lot like me I suppose, I grew up in my fathers forge and while most girls weren’t in the Navy, it wasn’t forbidden. He was spending a lot of time with my father watching him work and helping him with a few projects. I did think he was handsome but I steered away from him, he was a stranger to our island and I didn’t want to get attached.
Or so I thought, once I volunteered to go to the Southlands to fight with Galadriel, he was taking more interest in me.
I remember how Halbrand looked at me when I signed up for the voyage and he was waiting in the archway of my fathers forge that night.
“My father is away for the night.” I said as I walked past him. I set down a few things from the market and I saw him from the corner of my eye turn to face me.
“I didn’t come to see him.” He said in a low tone. “Why did you volunteer to go to the Southlands?”
I paused and turned to look at him. He looked ever more handsome with the moonlight behind him and his green eyes almost glowed in the firelight.
“I thought an adventure might be fun.” I smirked at him and he smiled.
“War is an adventure?” He came closer and I could smell the saltwater still drying on his skin.
“War is a part of life, it brings peace when done correctly.” I said quietly.
“I agree.” He reached out and gently grasped my chin, he tilted my head up so I was forced to hold eye contact.
He leaned toward me and it was like time stood still, he moved closer and closer and I was frozen in place. When his lips touched mine, it felt like my blood was on fire and then everything was moving too fast.
His fingers quickly went from my chin to my neck and I ran my hands up his chest to his shoulders and yanked him towards me.
His kiss stole the air from my lungs and I was not complaining. His other hand gripped my hip and pushed me backwards till the back of my thighs hit the large anvil.
He pulled his lips away and kept his grip on the back of my neck. He glanced down at the anvil and I could see his pupils get bigger and he looked back at me with a hunger that almost frightened me.
“If you want me to stop, tell me right now.” He said in a deep tone while holding my neck tighter with one hand and slowly lifting my skirt with the other. “Once I start, I will not stop.”
“Don’t stop.” I whispered and grabbed his collar and kissed him hard.
He easily lifted me to set me on the anvil and yanked my skirt up as far as he could. I reached down to untie his belt but he grabbed my wrists in a shockingly tight grip and shook his head.
“Not yet.” He whispered.
Before I could even let out a breath, Halbrand knelt before me and lifted my legs on top of his shoulders and started licking my cunt.
I cried out and gripped the anvil as tight as I could. He held tight to my thighs and moaned as his tongue made indecipherable designs in my folds, I felt him groan into me and I wanted to scream.
Everything felt amplified, I’d never experienced anything like this before. My skin felt like it was on fire, his tongue was erasing thoughts from my mind until there was only him. I could hear people laughing in the pub across the road and see dust floating through the firelight, I looked down and Halbrand was looking up at me. When we made eye contact, he pushed his tongue as far as he could inside me and I moaned out loud, I bit my lip and leaned my head back. His nail bit into my flesh but there was so much adrenaline pumping through me I felt nothing.
He moaned again and I felt my climax coming, so fast that it almost scared me. I tried to tell him to slow down but every time I could get a syllable out, he pushed his tongue further inside me and curled it against that one perfect spot and I almost blacked out.
Too soon, he tugged my thighs as tight as he could, he growled against my clit and curled his tongue over and over and over until I saw stars and my vision went white. My muscles grew tighter than ropes on a sail and I covered my mouth with one hand to try and keep my scream as quiet as possible.
I was still panting when Halbrand stood up, slowly lowering my legs from his shoulders and he licked his lips slowly before taking my hand off my mouth and kissing me slowly.
“Halbrand.” I whispered he pulled away.
“Y/N.” He whispered back and smiled at me. “I’m not done yet.”
He smiled as he held onto my hips and pulled my body flush against his, I could feel his cock rub against my cunt. I moaned and leaned my head back. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me back to him.
“Look at me.” He growled and then he pushed slowly inside me.
I gasped and opened my mouth to cry out but no sound came out. His green eyes held my gaze in a strange way, it was so intimate that it made me blush more than his cock hitting my cervix. I shivered when he paused for a moment, he was taking deep and slow breaths.
“Don’t look away.” He whispered as he pulled his hips back slowly and gripped the back of my neck. “Look at me, luv.”
“Yes,” I gasped as he pushed back inside me. “Yes, Halbrand!”
I moaned and fought against the urge to to close my eyes, instead gripping his shoulders as tight as I could to hold him close.
His pupils were so big, his eyes were practically black, his tunic had fallen open and I could see his chest was flushed up to his neck. His thrusts were gaining speed and force and knocking the air from my lungs. All I could do was hold onto him as my eyes welled with tears.
He smiled as he kept thrusting harder and harder and whispered.
“You can close your eyes, I will have you more than once.” He let go of my hair and I leaned my head back as he used one hand to pin my hip still and the other to hold onto the anvil.
I felt another orgasm warm my skin like a hot summer breeze and I dug my nails into his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his hips as best I could.
“Come for me, luv.” He groaned and he thrusted with everything he had. “Come on my cock.”
I cried out and buried my face in his neck as I came harder than I ever had before in my life.
It was like I was pushed into ice cold water, every muscle seized up and yet it was the best feeling.
Halbrand rocked his hips slower as my pussy pulsed around his member and as he grunted and cried out my name, I felt him come deep inside me, letting me feel his warmth drip down my thighs.
I was panting like I ran five miles as he slowly pulled out of me.
He groaned and felt up my body with his rough hands and cupped my face and kissed me with a passion that made me want to pull him back inside me.
He finally broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against mine.
“Stay with me in the Southlands.” He whispered, gently rubbing my face with his thumbs.
“Is that an order?” I smiled and looked up at him.
“Please?” He smirked and kissed me chastely. “Stay with me?”
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Hi Eunoia, this is my first time requesting so I'm hoping I'm doing this correctly (I've read through your rules as well), but could I request a mini fic/headcanon about fem!reader reuniting with her lovers Fingon and Maedhros in Valinor after the Ring has been destroyed? (Plot: Reader stayed in Middle Earth after Fingon and Maedhros' deaths to look after Elrond, and only returns to Valinor on the last boat with Elrond, Bilbo, Galadriel, Frodo and Gandalf after Sauron is gone?)
Haven Reached
featuring maedhros x fingon x fem reader
fandom tolkien-the silmarillion
warnings slight angst
a/n i reply after 1658565 years - I hope this is what you intended hun sorry if it isnt as you hoped to have
You stepped onto the shores with help of the son you had raised.
As you did – many fair elves turned to you, captured by the beauty and elegance you carried effortlessly without fail.
With eyes that spoke wisdom of many passed ages and kindness that could sweep the many ellon or elleth right under their feet – you stepped gracefully into the shores of Valinor from the last boat.
For a moment – your eyes looked back into the seas. . .Arda seemed almost a distant memory now and while you were supposed to return to Valinor many, many years ago to heal your aching heart and crying soul for your beloveds. . .
As a mother – you stayed behind, willing to put your heartaches aside to the twin sons you had gained.
Even though one of your adopted sons, Elros had chosen a different path in life. . .a short mortal life, you still failed to return, staying behind for Elrond.
For deep down – you knew he needed you and would fare well if you departed Arda so soon.
But suddenly your thoughts were grasped away when a voice called your name – mending a part of your heart with the lightness of that gentle voice.
“Melda. . .”
Your heart fluttered – then turning your eyes immediately those nestling browns of one of your lovers made half your soul crying out to him.
“Finno. . .”
Your voice – soft, delicate, and beautiful just as he remembered -like the early spring breeze.
“Y/N. . .”
He didn’t waste a moment longer to swiftly embrace you in his strong arm – caging you to his chest as if you were the air that he longed to have.
“You’re here. . .”
He said almost breathless – as if he was unable to believe his own eyes.
His hand came to rest on the back of your head – cradling your head as he pressed a kiss to your head, lingering there for a few moments longer.
“You’re here. . .”
He repeated – holding you tighter. If you listened carefully, you could hear an emotional tinge in his voice.
“Finno. . .”
You whispered – the tears you had suppressed for so long coming in with full force and Fingon did not hesitate to soothe you.
Soon gently lifting your face and locking your lips firmly in a familiar and almost forgotten kiss – soothing half of your crying soul as he embraced you with his tender affection and love, with touch of his desires he was forced to hold back as you were still standing among the shores.
The kiss was nothing short of what you had imagined with Fingon on your countless nights dreaming of meeting him – it was tender, loving, tearful and blissful.
“Come . . .”
He softly whispered.
“We shall meet Maitimo – otherwise he will think I have whisked you away all by myself, melda. . .”
Your heart fluttered as his loving tease just as you remembered came.
You smiled – cupping his face and stroking his cheeks – the imagines of his death finally leaving as he held you. . .your soul slowly reached that peace you had always dreamed of.
Fingon lips stretched into that charming smile that never ceased to flutter your heart.
The softest of red coated your cheeks and her fingers gently traced that smile you longed to see for many ages now.
Fingon reached forward and kissed your forehead – soon taking your hand to guide you to your Maitimo.
You momentarily looked over your shoulder – your motherly instinct making your eyes search for your son.
Elrond met your eyes and nodded encouraging – silently telling all was well as he embraced your daughter -in-law.
“I always knew you would be a wonderful mother – I am very much proud of you, my love – in everything you have chosen to do, no matter how gravely we missed you. . .”
Fingon softly whispered as his hand protectively held your small hand in his strong large hand.
“Thank you, melda. . .”
You smiled -Fingon’s ears perked up recognizing the change of your accent now.
If anything, it pleasantly surprised him – and he endearingly loved how your accent changed to hold only a tinge of your former Valinor accent now – now vastly an accent of Arda with a tinge of your old accent.
His eyes sparkled getting used to the change – realizing how much he already loved it.
“You sound beautiful. . .”
He said – cupping the side of your face gently for a moment.
***
Fingon led you towards the gardens of Lord Irmo – your hands were delicately brushing the flowers of the garden, each one unique to the next.
A vast variety of textures and color you couldn’t find in Arda – making you realize just how long you have been away from your birth place.
Maitimo saw Fingon walking towards him from the corner of his eyes – immediately standing tall.
“Where is she? I heard the last of the boats have-”
But Maitimo seemed to have cut himself off seeing your small figure treading up behind his male lover.
A shaky breath left Maitimo’s lips as his eyes locked with your eyes – the part of his soul that had being missing about to be reunited.
But you could see the clear hesitance in your other lover’s eyes.
Fingon turned to you – giving you the soft encouraging nod as you step past him towards your other lover.
Maitimo’s entire body froze – his eyes wide as you approached him.
It pained you to see him so nervous and scared – he gulped now that you were so close, only a foot or two away.
You knew why he was hesitant and scared – for Maitimo did not even spare you a glance or even spoke to you one last night as he fled from Eonwe’s tents with the silmarils.
He knew you broke your heard as he discarded you for the sake of the oath – he had placed the oath above you.
“Russo. . .”
You said softly reaching out to cup his face – he flinched stepped back a little.
Your heart ached at the sight. He must have seen the flash of hurt that crossed your eyes – because then he left out sigh closing his eyes heavily, before he fully crouched before you.
“Y/N. . .meldanya. . .forgive me. . .”
He whispered – a heartbroken whisper.
You sighed reaching out to cup his face and gently stroked his cheek – he instantly closed his eyes leaning into your touch and kissed your fingertips softy.
“Oh. . .Russo. . .”
You called him softly and pressed a kiss to his forehead as he broke into tears in front of his two lovers.
Fingon came forward – laying a comforting hand on Maitimo and an arm around your waist, his thumb caressing you softly.
“We’re here now. . .together”
Finno whispered laying another kiss to the side of your head – as Maitimo finally had the courage to find your lips in a soft kiss realizing you had forgiven him.
“Together. . .forever. . .”
You promised the two of them – now had you had your lovers back you weren’t going to give them up again.
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Sleeping Beauty | Chapter 3
Previous Chapters [1, 2]
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Pairing: Thranduil/Fem. Reader
Summary: A Sleeping Beauty inspired tale with Thranduil the Elvenking, and a female elf living in Mirkwood under the care of Radagast, who is actually the 'lost' daughter of the late High King Gil-Galad.
Taglist: @hufflepuff1700, @jinlizz-dragondrama, @firelightinferno, @bubbleyukismile, @coopsgirl, @achromaticerebus
Radagast had just put one foot on his rabbit sleigh when you came rushing round the corner. His shoulders relaxed just slightly, though his grim expression told you that he was more than just his usual amount of ruffled.
“There you are!” He huffed, shaking his head and waving his hands in the air in front of him as you came to a stop, looking suitably shamefaced.
“I’m sorry!” You blinked back at him with a frown. “I got... I lost track of time.” You told him, and it was at least half honest. You did not tell him about the stranger in the forest and neither did any of your little animal friends.
You had sworn them to secrecy on the run back to the cottage and, only because they recognised Thranduil Elvenking, did they agree not to tell Radagast. After all, what harm could come from you simply meeting the king of the wood himself?
“Hmph.” Radagast made a rumble of disapproval, freeing his rabbits to go back about their business in the grass around them. “Go on.” He gestured to the door of the cottage. “Inside with you. Now.”
Turning, you trailed away into the cottage, missing the look Radagast gave to the surrounding wood - the suspicious eye he cast over the forest to make sure nobody was lurking. Then he turned and followed you inside, firmly closing the door.
“Never!” The wizard began as you moved over to a counter and began to unpack the berries in your basket. “Are you to be gone for so long without my full permission!” And perhaps a cloaking spell, but he left that part unsaid. “I ask so little, Lothíriel.”
“I ask even less!” You exclaimed softly, turning to face him with another tiny frown.
His expression had already immediately softened at your mild outburst, for he knew what it was you meant. It was not fair, for you to be kept so isolated, he knew that. Radagast was very aware of it, of this way of life that probably felt so forced upon you. Especially now that you were so much older than you had been when he had smuggled you out of Lindon.
Yet it was the only way.
"I've told you-" He began, his voice gentle again.
"Yes, yes." You waved a hand, sighing as you turned back to your berry basket. The fight had gone out of you already as well. "It is unsafe. But how is it possible that everyone is not to be trusted?" You asked, gently moving a mouse from the counter.
"You know that's not exactly it." Radagast huffed as he moved to settle in his heavy armchair by the table. "But it is too difficult to distinguish the light from the dark when it is most necessary." And it would be necessary if you ever were unlucky enough to come across a certain darkness before the clock ran out, so to speak.
You turned to give him a look of exasperation. "Must you always speak in riddles?"
Radagast simply tapped his staff anxiously against the floor as he watched you turn back to your task. "As long as you are in the company of wizards, my girl, riddles are what you shall get."
"My king, a letter has arrived!" Feren cried as he flew into the throne room the very next day.
Thranduil looked up from the scroll in his hands with mild amusement. "And a mere letter requires my captain to come bounding into the room as though he is a chicken with its head cut off?"
Feren flushed but soon shook his head, holding the letter out to his lord. "It is from the lady Galadriel."
Thranduil raised a brow to the ceiling. "What a joy." He deadpanned.
Feren very nearly burst out into the most uproarious laughter but managed to hold himself back at the last moment. Though he was sure Thranduil could tell.
The king took the letter and opened it, reminding himself he was lucky the Noldor didn't simply push her way unwanted into his mind. They had already come to blows over this in the past and she had been thoroughly warned. A letter by raven was more than acceptable, he supposed.
However, the contents of the letter did nothing to soothe him, and he was soon on the move again. “How dare she!” He raged, though his ire was not directed towards the lady Galadriel as perhaps he might have thought. “Feren! Round up a group of archers. We leave in fifteen minutes.”
Feren jumped and hurried off to gather some soldiers, unsure what exactly the king had read in his letter but obviously trusting him enough to go without any details for the time being.
Thranduil hurried away to get himself ready, full of an unexplained grief that boiled over into rage.
How dare that witch come here?
How dare the Enchantress set foot in his forest!
Radagast felt it.
Standing at the door to the cottage in the very early morning, he peered out into the distance, through the trees.
Something was out there. Creeping beneath the leaves. His gaze narrowed as he listened, knuckles white with the grip he had upon his staff.
Suddenly, to the right, there was a great rush of sound. Hooves upon the dirt, someone travelling closer at speed.
He turned and stepped down from the doorway, swinging the door to the cottage shut behind him. You were fast asleep still, thankfully, though Radagast couldn’t have predicted the Elvenking himself would come charging through the undergrowth on his large elk.
The wizard lowered his staff when he saw it was only the king and he dipped his head briefly out of respect as Thranduil slowed his animal in front of him. A group of elven soldiers passed the king and continued on through the forest.
Radagast blinked up at him. “What brings you this way, lord?” He glanced over his shoulder at the retreating elves - travelling the direction that had so captured his own attention earlier - before turning back to Thranduil.
The Elvenking was surveying Radagast’s ramshackle little cottage before his gaze landed upon the wizard once more. “It is my duty to inform you that she is here.” He said simply.
Radagast’s bushy eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown. “She?”
Thranduil gave the wizard a look of irritation, which Radagast ignored with ease, before he elaborated. He wished for this to be a short interaction. “Gil-Galad’s bane.”
The air left the wizard’s lungs in a rush and, for a moment, it was as though he were completely underwater. Thranduil’s mouth was still moving but the words weren’t registering.
“The Enchantress?” The words slipped from Radagast’s mouth in a whisper and Thranduil nodded his head solemnly. “Here? Now?”
“Yes.”
Everybody knew the history, of course, but Thranduil was rather entangled in it in a way that not many others were. It did involve his parents, after all.
King Oropher and Gil-Galad had not always seen eye to eye, that much was not a secret. Oropher was quite notorious for disliking the Noldor in general. He was also reluctant to submit himself to Gil-Galad’s command in the Last Alliance. Though this event happened long after the beginning of the tale of the Enchantress... which occurred just over a hundred years before The War of the Elves and Sauron, when Gil-Galad’s daughter was born... and died.
“My people will drive her off for now but she will return.” Thranduil warned, giving the wizard a look.
Radagast nodded, turning his attention once more down the trail the elves had disappeared. “Thank you for the warning.” He muttered, his keen senses picking up the fact that you had awoken. His panic rose as he flicked his gaze to the king but he did not seem to notice, his attention far away.
“I must go.” Thranduil said then, before he urged his animal to move and he and the elk were disappearing into the distance just like his soldiers.
A moment later, the door opened and you peered out with a tired frown. Radagast turned and tutted at the state of your hair, like a birds nest, paying no mind to the fact his own was likely far worse. That was what hats were for.
“Was somebody here?” You asked, running your fingers through the tangles as a little robin flew out of a nearby bush and fluttered by your face, pecking your cheek gently in a hello.
Chuckling, you turned to look at the little creature, and Radagast smiled slightly. He shook his head as he stepped back towards the cottage, ushering you back inside where it was safe.
“Nobody, my dear. Nobody at all.”
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